#but we got the fucking waggle dance?

[gimmethatagustd]

Lmao nobody sent a Halloween drabble request for hobi? It's cause we all know he'll decline immediately for whatever the reader / character-opposite-hobi suggests that he knows will eventually lead to something halloween-y or scary

He'll either-

1. Give you the side eye and judge you so hard that you drop the idea yourself.

2. Give you his dance-teacher-stern-look and you'll combust into flames.

3. Fuck you so good against the kitchen counter that you forget what you were talking about.

The only monster Hoseok wishes you were interested in finding this Halloween season is his monster c–

↳ pairing: hoseok x reader

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | halloween | smut

↳ wc/date: 948 | October 2023

↳ warnings: hoseok got a BIG DICK yessir he do, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, spanking, punishments, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, no gendered language

↳ notes: i actually managed to write a drabble this time hskjdfhks like a real deal drabble. less than 1k i'm shocked 😭

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? spookie coochie - doechii

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

 “I’m not going.”

“Hobiiiiii, baby, please.”

“Jimin did this to me before already!” Hoseok waggles his finger in your direction with a deep pout that tugs down his usually heart-shaped mouth. “Got me drunk and made me go to this scary abandoned house in the mountains! In the middle of the night! And Yoongi hyung didn’t even stop him. I almost pissed my pants, I was so scared.”

You curl your lips inward to stop yourself from laughing. Stifling the sound only somewhat works; air rushes out of your mouth and makes your lips flutter obnoxiously loud.

“It isn’t funny!” Hoseok whines. The look of betrayal on his face is so severe that it leaves worry lines on his forehead.

You only feel a little bit bad.

Taking a step forward, you loosely wrap your arms around Hoseok’s waist. You try to take his coffee mug out of his hand to place on the kitchen counter behind you, but he holds it out of reach above his head.

“I’m not gonna take you to a scary abandoned house in the mountains. I just wanna take you to a corn maze.”

“A haunted corn maze. Full of murderers and monsters.” He looks at you pointedly as he takes a sip of his coffee.

You’re trying to be sexy when you lean forward to run your nose along his neck, stopping to nuzzle just below his ear, but you can’t help the snort that comes out of you. The image of Hoseok fast-walking through walls of corn with trembling knees, falling all over himself when a zombie pops out of a dark corner, is too much for you to take.

“You’re being so mean to me right now.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you choke out. Your teeth press against the soft spot beneath his ear as you try not to laugh. It’s supposed to be a kiss, but you can’t stop smiling.

Hoseok’s fingers grip your jaw and pull your face away from the crook of his neck. His hold is tight but not uncomfortable. The heat of his hand that had previously held the coffee makes goosebumps rise along your forearms.

“Are you trying to upset me?”

The rocky edge of Hoseok’s voice makes you shudder. He forces you to look at him while his eyes search your face for remorse you can’t give him.

“No,” you lie with twitching lips.

You don’t know why this is so funny. It shouldn’t be. There’s nothing funny about how Hoseok watches you with a taunt jaw that ripples when he bites down on his molars.

“Turn around.”

Aw, shit.

“Hobi,” you start, but Hoseok taps his finger against your lips to shut you up.

“All I wanted was to have a nice morning with you,” Hoseok’s voice is deceptively soft against the shell of your ear. His chest is pressed to your back so he can hook his chin over your shoulder. His hands are gentle as they slip beneath the loose legs of your pajama shorts to palm your ass.

“All I wanted was for you to go on a date with me.” You lean back into his touch and squeeze the edge of the kitchen counter. “Now you’re being a baby.”

Hoseok lets out a quiet huff as he rips your shorts down your thighs. “Now you’re being a brat.”

He makes you count.

You act like it doesn’t excite you every time his palm collides with your sensitive skin like you don’t love how the force makes your ass jiggle and makes Hoseok’s breath ragged in your ear.

“If I’m good, will you go with me?” you ask with an airy voice that ends in a whimper. Your clit throbs, and you want to squeeze your thighs together, but Hoseok keeps your legs parted with his knees. Your arousal smears across his thigh when he presses against you, soaking a wet spot in his black jeans.

“If you’re good, I’ll fuck you.”

Ten feels good, a hot tingle that spreads across both ass cheeks and ripples down your thighs.

Twenty makes you cry.

“Please.” You’re completely draped over the counter now, your front pressed against the cool marble. Every slap sends your body jolting forward; there’s nothing to hold onto to ground yourself.

“Are you sorry?”

You nod frantically as Hoseok’s fingers slip through your slippery folds, gently swirling the pads around your clit before dragging down until he dips into your entrance. It’s hard to stand upright when he plunges two fingers inside you and presses down.

“Fuck,” you moan, resting your forehead on the counter.

“Are you gonna make me go to the scary fucking corn maze?”

Over your heavy breathing, you can hear Hoseok’s belt buckle being undone.

“No, no, I’m not.” You lick drool from the corner of your mouth when the thick head of Hoseok’s cock nudges your swollen clit. “I’ll take Namjoon instead.”

A brutal slap lands on your ass while Hoseok buries his cock fully inside you. The two abrupt sensations knock the wind out of you, and you can’t even cry out.

“Be nice,” Hoseok says between thrusts that make your already sore and raw skin tingle.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling when Hoseok’s arm curls around your chest. He hauls you up to bring your back flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you. You turn your head to the side because you know what he wants and let his lips capture yours in a bruising embrace.

“I love you, you fucking scaredy cat.”

“I love you, too. Brat,” Hoseok moans against your lips. His teeth bite at your bottom lip when he smiles.  

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

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[konigs-left-pec]

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"So when are you and LT gonna, y'know..." Soap jabbed you teasingly in the ribs, eyebrows waggling suggestively as he crudely mimed a sex act. You socked him in the shoulder and pushed him into the wall before he could gesticulate more.

"Shut the fuck up, Soap." He cackles at that, rubbing his shoulder as he bounces up beside you. Your words held no malice, but you didn't need the Scot's help stirring up trouble. You'd done well enough on your own. The entire base knew. You and Ghost had been dancing around each other for months; brief, stolen glances full of longing and inside jokes in the caf had quickly morphed into heavy flirting and lingering touches in the sparring ring.

What was misery before was absolute torture now as you had to sit next to Ghost every day for the last week and a half, knees practically touching while you basked in the heat pouring off of him. He smells fucking fantastic, something woodsy and metallic and you briefly wonder if it's him or all the pheromones you're swimming in. You didn't know and you didn't care. Price's meetings kept dragging on, requiring you and the rest of the 141 to meet daily to review any slight trickle of intel, most of it fruitless, but it meant you got to see him.

"Just try to pay attention today, lass." Soap breezed past you to claim his assigned seat, "Cap's starting t'notice those puppy dog eyes."

You freeze in the doorway when you see Ghost already sitting where you expected, long legs spread wide and arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head in your direction, gaze darkening noticeably and suddenly you feel like you're pinned to the wall with one of his knives. You rush to take your seat beside him awkwardly, a shaky breath leaving you when you realized everyone had been waiting on you.

"Intel... mumblemumble...terrorist... mustache...guns goats...mumble... mountains..."

The Captain was sure to rip into you later for not paying adequate attention. Every few moments as he'd round the massive conference table, his stern gaze would land on you while you fiddled with the zip on your flak vest, tapped your pen against your pad, looked anywhere but his disappointed, mutton chopped face.

"Knock it off." whispered Ghost beside you, eyes locked on the Captain as he passed in front of you both.

"We literally went over this yesterday." you hissed back heatedly, tugging your vest down for the umpteenth time and slipping down further in your seat.

From this angle you could clearly see Ghost's fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh, intermittently stopping to bother at his tactical holster. "You're going to piss 'im off." he muttered matter-of-factly, too much of a professional to even glance at you.

It gave you a terrible idea.

You could feel him glaring at you from his peripherals with warranted suspicion as you scooted a bit closer. Your chair scraped obnoxiously against the linoleum and earned you a weary sigh from Price, his back still turned as he chose to ignore your shenanigans in favor of getting through the final part of his briefing.

Biting your lip, you slipped your hand alongside Ghost's, fingers touching atop his sturdy thigh. You could feel his muscles tense as you traced the edge of the holster teasingly with one finger before dipping beneath it to glide over the rough material of his tac pants.

"Ghost." Price called from across the room, causing him to straighten even more in preparation to respond, "What are your thoughts on-"

Your hand was already moving before Ghost could even open his mouth. You weren't listening to anything they said, too focused on how powerful his thigh felt beneath your palm. You had to hand it to him - you were dragging your nails up and down, sketching lazy shapes with your fingertips and he hadn't even batted an eye.

Until you trailed your hand higher, rubbing your little finger firmly against the seam of his crotch.

The way his breath hitched made you feel dirty, euphoric; the Captain was still stooped over near Soap and Gaz reviewing tactical data and thank God for that because you couldn't stop yourself. You squeezed him gently through his pants, smothering the moan threatening to escape you at how hard he was already, his thick cock throbbing in your tight grip.

You smirked when, instead of pushing you off like any sane person would do, he placed his hand over yours and pushed his hips into the delicious pressure it created. Of course he would like this.

"Y/n, did you finish looking into that intelligence we received from Azar?"

You noticeably jolted upright in your seat. The Captain was staring expectantly at you, but your eyes were drawn to Soap who was leaning over behind Price, face alight with exaggerated disbelief as he mouthed unbelievable at you. You looked back at Price who couldn't have looked more displeased if you started belching God Save the Queen.

"I...uhm..." Ghost's hand was still pressed firmly over yours, cock distractingly hard and hot beneath your hands, "it's still in process, sir. My report should be ready by tomorrow morning."

Your superior seemed to accept your answer, if you could even call it acceptance. He let out another long suffering sigh, thin lips pressed tightly together in a deep frown as he pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly waving everyone out with a tired "dismissed." The team filed out uneventfully, with Soap being last to depart, staring at you with comically wide eyes and decidedly goofy double thumbs up. Ghost is as silent as the grave beside you, having released your hand when the meeting adjourned. The soft click of the door closing is deafening and for the first time you're fearful that you've crossed a line.

He's laughing to himself as you both stand, the sound sandpaper rough and creeping along your spine like a physical touch. You stretch your back a bit attempting to disguise the heat that rushes through you at the gravel in his voice, but truth be told your panties have been soaked since you decided to touch him. Quickly and decisively he crowds you against the table, palms planted solidly beside your hips so he can lean in close, breath tickling your ear and causing another shudder to roll through you.

"You really think you're going to finish that report tonight, yeah?" He husks meanly in your ear, cheek to cheek and it's all you can do to not tremble again as the vibration bolts through you. You have to close your eyes. Has he always been this much taller than you? You crane your neck, leaning back a little just to breathe and escape the heat radiating from him as he invades more of your space. He's so impressively massive and you don't waste the opportunity to map him up close, hands smoothing over broad shoulders and down the front of his chest. He clears his throat and you refocus; there's something mischievous in his dark brown eyes and you know he's smirking under that mask.

"Yeah, I do." You whisper, trying to keep your voice steady while you're practically sharing the same air, the undeniable arousal still tenting his pants pressing urgently against your belly. He's staring at you with heavily lidded eyes, following the play of your face, the way you're lingering on where is mouth should be under the mask, soft lips parted invitingly.

You don't know when he removed his gloves but suddenly his bare thumb is at your bottom lip, flattening the flesh, making it feel like you're guzzling air through a straw. A question. You yield immediately, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking, tongue slicking up the sides, tasting the ridges of his fingerprint faint with metal and gunpowder.

His reaction is visceral, lighting a fire in your belly when he hisses, eyes snapping shut as he leans further into you, the game you both have been playing for months finally breaking. He yanks up his balaclava with his free hand and then he's on you, teeth knocking with the intensity of the kiss as he groans into your mouth, maneuvering you to sit on the edge of the table so he can move freely between your legs. His other hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to his mouth until he finally speaks against your lips.

"Wait, not here-" he strains out roughly once he can pull away from you, followed by a desperate stop when your hand twists up, clutching the fabric at the back of his neck to pull the mask higher over his nose allowing you to resume licking hungrily into his mouth.

"Not here..." He says coolly like you both weren't just dry humping in the conference room. He's breathless; he's never breathless. You can't wait to take him apart. "Gonna do this right, yeah? Come see me tonight, lovie."

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[strangersatellites]

somebody somewhere shared my fic I've got this burning desire to set you on fire recently and the kudos on it jumped so fast!! so I wrote part two as a treat!! thanks to whoever that was lmao

this can be read as a standalone or as a companion ficlet to the original fic linked above!

Steve’s students sit with rapt attention under the dimmed lights and Eddie’s theatrical storytelling. While Eddie sits in Steve’s desk chair, his arms gesticulate wildly with a flair like no other. Steve props against the arm of his chair and drags his hand softly up and down Eddie’s back while he lets himself fall into the memory. 

Last October

Corroded Coffin’s show at The Venue at Fourth and West is the biggest they’ve played yet.

Seven thousand people and Steve and Robin, as always, take their rightful place on the front and center barricade. 

Eddie’s on stage, adrenaline pumping and energy high as they play through their last song before the encore. 

From his vantage point he’s got a perfect view of Steve singing his heart out and dancing with Robin, wearing a smile so bright it puts the spotlights to shame. 

If Eddie’s heart wasn’t already pounding at the sight it would be as he holds out the last chord of the final song on their set. 

As the noise in the room swells with the crowd’s cheers and applause, the lights dim and Eddie sees the other three guys slip off stage.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Eddie meets the stagehand to his left and switches his Warlock for an acoustic. 

Where he stood centerstage previously, there now sits a stool and a mic stand. He makes himself comfortable, sat far back with one foot anchored to the ground and the other braced on the stool’s cross-rod. 

A single spotlight beams down directly on him as he leans over to speak into his mic.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one last song for you today and it’s pretty special. Now I’m saying this once and I don’t want to hear shit about it again, got it? I do not care if you do not like this song because it's not for any of you motherfuckers!” 

Laughter ripples through the crowd and a few people in the audience yell back. 

Eddie scans his eyes across the crowd and they land on his boy once more. He can only imagine his smile mirrors the one he sees on Steve’s face.

“Hey baby,” he starts and lets out a breathy laugh when Steve rolls his eyes and hides his face in his hands. “Don’t hide sunshine, I’ve got a song for you.” He snaps and waves at the security guards and waves them Steve’s way. “Come on up Stevie, you know the drill.”

Know the drill he does. While Steve hops the barricade and is led to the stage, Eddie addresses the crowd once more.

“Like I said, this song is not for any of you so I do not want to hear shit from any of you, okay?” He sets to loosening the strap on his guitar when Steve makes it to center stage with him.

Just out of earshot of the mic Steve props his hands on his hips and grins. Asks, “Okay, what’re we doing this time?”

Eddie smirks and holds his guitar out to his right and pats the front of the stool for Steve to sit.

Steve snorts as he makes his way over. “If you think my ass is going to fit there you’ve got another thing coming.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and shifts further onto his stool as Steve sits, his back pressed tight to Eddie’s chest. He smacks a kiss to Steve’s cheek and waggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

He swings his guitar back over his own shoulder and across Steve’s chest, hooks his chin over his shoulder and adjusts his grip.

Steve giggles down at the action and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“How many times did you make Gareth practice this with you?” He laughs.

“Too fucking many!” Gareth yells from his place in the wings.

Eddie shushes them both and kicks his mic stand a little closer as he starts to strum. He leans in close to Steve’s ear and whispers “Love you Stevie,” before he starts humming into the mic.

Realistically he knows he has approximately seven seconds before Steve catches on. He savors the brief moments where Steve just smiles and sways along.

At second six the recognition flutters across his features and he snaps his head towards Eddie.

“Is this fucking Taylor Swift?”

Eddie laughs and says “Eddie’s Version.”.

Steve laughs and rubs a hand down his face. Eddie hears a muffled “Oh my god” just before he begins to sing. 

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Robin, god love her, Eddie sees has taken her role in this whole shenanigan very seriously. Having rounded up every photographer and videographer right up in front of center stage. Her own smile is barely contained where she covers her mouth with her hands.

Of all the guys tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone

Just before he makes it to the chorus Steve’s laughter has calmed down and he’s left with a pleased smile as he sways to the music braced against Eddie’s chest. 

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He swings his guitar up and over Steve’s head and tugs him back onto the stool as he steps off. Steve looks at him with a confused smile but he doesn't go too far. He props a foot up on the cross-rod and leans in close when he starts again.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you 

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

He spins around with a flourish and props on Steve’s other side and flutters his eyelashes to make Steve laugh again.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same

Before the second chorus he breaks out of his Steve induced trance and looks back to the crowd and laughs when he’s met with a sea of flashlight beams swaying back and forth. When he looks back at his boy he finds him giggling with a look of awe on his face.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He leans in close and says “Alright we’re gonna switch it up here Stevie, you ready?”

Steve smiles as bright as the sun. “For anything.”

Eddie takes his guitar off and hands it off to someone, he doesn’t know who to be honest. Doesn’t really care. 

Gareth and Jeff take up playing the song while Eddie takes the mic off its stand.

They're dimming the stage lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

The boys keep playing as Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He looks at Steve one more time, sees him smiling and happy. 

He reaches a hand into his back pocket and feels the box he’d snuck in when he switched guitars.

Takes a deep breath and drops down to one knee.

If he could hear over the blood in his ears he’d hear the crowd go crazy and the incessant sound of camera shutters.

But as it is he swears he can hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath when he realizes what’s happening.

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful

But would they sing this song for you?

Steve’s got his hand covering his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s nodding. He’s nodding even though Eddie hasn’t asked yet and he loves Steve so much.

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He doesn’t even get to finish the rest of the lyrics because Steve is up and off the stool and has both hands pressed to his cheeks dragging him into a fierce kiss before he can even think. 

Eddie’s smiling and laughing so much that it's all teeth. But he’s so happy it's all teeth, it's all love, it's all Steve.

His arms are around Steve’s waist and the mic is somewhere, he doesn’t know or care.

“Stevie, baby. Baby I haven’t asked,” he laughs onto Steve’s lips.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Don’t care. Yes!”

Eddie pulls Steve to face him with two hands on either side of his face, one still holding the box.

“Stevie, will you marry me?”

Steve's laugh resembles a sob but he’s smiling and nodding again and Eddie’s never been happier. 

“Yes.”

~~~~~

“You proposed with a Taylor Swift song?!” The curly-headed kid in the front row screeches.

Eddie uses his context clues to assume this is Dustin. 

Steve pipes up from his spot beside him. “He used to sing me that song when we were dating and it always made me laugh. I especially liked it when he would sing it in a Metallica shirt.”

Several of the other kids snort.

The door swings open in a flourish and Robin comes barreling in.

“Dude, are you holding your kids hostage? What’s goin– Oh hey Eds!” She waves.

“Hey Birdie.”

Steve looks at his watch and swears under his breath. “Alright guys, who’s going to Miss Buckley’s class next? Get out of here. I’ll sort the rest of you out.”

Eddie waves him off. “Don’t worry about it Stevie. I told Ms. Loretta in the office to let Nance and Jon know they’d be late to next period.”

Steve scoffs in shock. “Loretta likes you too much. I don’t know how you got in her good graces. Why would you do that though?”

“Well I thought your kiddos,” he gives the students a pointed glance,” would have figured me out by now and I wanted to bug them about their super cool, hot teacher.”

Steve claps his hands together in exasperation. “Okay, that’s enough. Everybody out!”

Students zip up their bags and filter out of the room and Robin knocks them on the back of the head as they walk out the door.

Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulders. “You too! Go talk to Ms. Loretta, I have assignments to grade!”

Eddie laughs and ambles towards the door. He stops in the door frame and looks back at Steve who has his hands on his hips behind his desk. He wolf whistles and smiles back at him.

“See you at home big boy,” he winks. 

“Out!”

#teacher steve #rockstar eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #gin writes #shot of gin #fic tag: #burning desire #the fluffier version of #The Concert Scene #not proofing this right now #come get y'all juice #author is not a swiftie #lmaoooo

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Kiss Me at Midnight

Pairing: JosephQuinnXReader

Summary: You get stuck spending New Years at your dad's company party. What you thought would be a boring evening turns out to be anything but when you catch sight of your waiter.

18+ Only

Happy New Year everyone! Thank you so much to all of you who take the time to read my silly little fics. I appreciate it more than I can ever express. Love you all. It's your year! I can feel it! '24 Baby!

“I mean, it’s not all bad,” Missy shrugged, her hand sweeping around the room. “There are plenty of options here tonight for a midnight kiss…or a midnight fuck. I mean, whatever you fancy.” 

Her eyebrows waggled suggestively before her eyes scoped out the place, already on the prowl for the perfect guy to lock lips with. Knowing her, she'd have him locked down within five minutes.

"Or we could just have fun...you know, us girls," Tina countered, shaking her head. "Who needs boys? We can have some drinks and dance and hell, I'll kiss one of you at midnight."

"I'll take that," you sighed, slumping down in your chair, annoyed that you’d been forced to spend your New Year’s Eve at one of your dad’s company parties instead of getting to go out. At least you’d convinced your friends to allow you to drag them along. Instead of dancing the night away at the bar, finding some beautiful guy to dance and kiss until the stroke of midnight, you were stuck in a room full of stuffy shirts. 

"Ugh, no thank you. Love you two but if these lips are getting any action tonight, it won’t be from either of you," Missy scoffed. "I am going to find me a hot guy."

“Good luck with that,” you snorted. “Most of the guys here are at least forty and married.”

“Never stopped me before,” your friend grinned.

“You are awful,” you laughed.

“Ladies,” came a voice just to the left of your ear, a voice with a British accent, something that had always been your undoing. You absolutely melted for an accent and British was at the damn top of the list. “Have we decided what we’d like to enjoy this evening?”

You glanced over and your breath caught in your throat. Jesus, where did this man come from? Eyes the color of dark brown sugar, and just as sweet, met you, resting above a rounded nose and two of the plushest lips you’d ever seen in your life. On top of his head was a crown of brown waves so thick your fingers wiggled, longing to touch them. 

He cleared his throat, eyes still glued on yours, “Have you ladies decided what you’d like to enjoy?”

“How about you?” asked Missy with a wicked grin. “Are you on the menu?”

The beautiful Brit glanced over at your friend and laughed awkwardly, “I’m afraid not.” Those brown eyes locked onto yours again. “But I could definitely be persuaded.”

“Fish!” you exclaimed loudly, several heads turning in your direction. The smile he gave you made you want to ooze under the table, both from embarrassment and attraction. 

Jesus, could you be more awkward? Why were you yelling at him? Your brain was failing you. You had lost all knowledge of how to form words, all the phonics you'd been taught in Kindergarten were escaping you. Oh my god...you needed to open your mouth and say something or this beautiful man was going to think you were a lunatic who just screamed random words at people.

"I'm sorry. I just meant to say that I have decided. I will have the fish," you said quickly. 

“The fish. Got it,” he smirked, “but that offer is still on the table. I’m Joseph, by the way.” The air rushed from your body as he turned to your friends to take their order. Joseph, of course his name was Joseph. Right now that sounded like the best name in the world. 

Missy sat, eyes wide, looking ready to burst while Tina’s jaw was practically resting on the tabletop. 

“You know, we were just discussing who would be our midnight kiss,” Missy told him. Your foot lashed out at her under the table. She winced but was undeterred. 

“Oh really?” Joseph queried, intrigued. “And is it too late to submit my name for consideration?”

“Of course not. Our friend here really needs a midnight kiss. If I’m being honest, she needs a good fucking.” Your face flushed red hot as Missy went on. “She hasn’t had one in months. Bad break-up, you know.”

“What a bloody git.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, confused.

“Well, you’d have to be a bloody idiot to have a girl as lovely as you and break up with her,” he clarified, bending at the waist, his lips so close to your ear, breath brushing over your hair. “If I was lucky enough to get you, I’d never let you go. You’d be mine, darling, all mine and I would make sure everybody knew it.” 

"I...uh...oh Jesus…," you breathed softly. 

"Unfortunately, I have to serve the rest of this group dinner but once that ball drops, I am all yours. See you at midnight," Joseph said with a wink. Taking your chin between his fingers, he turned your face to his, pressing those luscious lips against yours. But it was over too fast, only leaving you wanting more. “Consider that my interview for the job.”

You were grateful you were sitting because your legs turned to jelly. You sat frozen, your chest heaving, eyes wide, struggling to process what had just happened. Did that ungodly beautiful man really just kiss you and tell you he was coming back for more? Your body was tingling pleasantly from your head to your toes. You had never had such a strong reaction to anyone before...and especially not within ten minutes of meeting.

“Missy, you absolute jerk!” you shrieked, coming back to yourself, throwing your napkin at her head. 

“What?” she asked innocently with a tinkling laugh and a shrug. “You do need to get laid and, come on. Hot British waiter guy? Joseph? Please. You should be thanking me for being so selfless and allowing you to have him. So, don’t make me regret it. You better ride that boy like a damn cowgirl, honey.”

You glanced at Tina for help but she just shrugged, lifting her glass to her lips, “I mean, he’s gorgeous. You know I don’t normally condone Missy’s behavior but…if you don’t get some with that beautiful man, even I am going to be pissed at you.”

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At 11:20, you snuck outside for a cigarette. The night hadn’t been as awful as you’d expected. The food was good. You were nice and tipsy now from all the free booze. Tina and Missy had found some good candidates for their midnight kiss. Now, you just wanted to say Happy New Year and go home to bed. 

You’d caught sight of Joseph multiple times throughout the night as he weaved in and out of tables, dropping off drinks, food, and desserts. You watched him cleaning up, preparing for the dancing and the big midnight moment. But you hadn’t seen him in the last hour and you assumed he’d probably found some other girl in there. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty of women in their twenties to choose from. He probably flirted like that with everybody. Whatever. It had all just been some fun anyway, right? It didn’t really matter. So, why did you feel so hollow inside over a guy you’d only had a short interaction with?

"There you are. Are you trying to sneak off on me before I get my midnight kiss, love?"

No way. You looked up to see him leaning against the door, his lips curved into a crescent moon. He made his way toward you, pulling his own cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one. Standing next to you, he propped one foot against the building, taking a deep drag before slowly blowing the smoke out.

"I assumed you would have found some other job to apply for," you said, pulling on your cigarette gently. "Lots of job opportunities in there."

"But only one job I feel like I am fully qualified for," he teased, twisting to the side so his shoulder was against the building. "Only one job that really seems perfect for my particular skill set. Have you ever seen the private sitting room here?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. 

"Come on," he said, tossing his cigarette before taking yours and tossing it too. "Let me show you.” He took your hand, leading you back into the lobby, through the crowds of people dancing and swaying, and toward a dark hallway. You hesitated for just a moment, wondering if it was the smartest idea to be following a guy you didn't know to an isolated area. Joseph turned, one of his eyebrows raising. "Don't you trust me, darling?"

"I don't know you," you replied with a small laugh. 

"Well, we're about to change all that, aren’t we?" he growled softly, tugging gently on your hand and any hesitation you had was gone. 

He led you through a door into a spacious room. It was definitely fancy. A leather sofa sat against one wall with two squishy armchairs on the other side. A coffee table sat in the middle, piled with magazines for people to enjoy. A long mirror sat on the wall for women to check their make-up in before making their grand entrance into the party.

"Pretty posh, huh?" he asked, his tongue running along his upper lip as he closed the door, leaning back against it. "Employees don’t usually get to enjoy this space but I figured we could make an exception seeing as everyone is otherwise occupied with the festivities."

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, wondering what in the hell you were doing. This was exciting. He was exciting, but now you felt like an idiot. What were you supposed to do? You had no idea how to initiate...whatever this was. A one night stand? You'd never even done that before. Looking at him, you knew you'd be willing to give it a try though.

"You look nervous, darling," he mused, walking over to the couch and sitting down. He patted the space next to him. "Come on, love. Let's see if we can relax you just a bit." You hesitated and he laughed. "Don’t worry. I don't bite...well, unless you want me to, of course."

Holy shit. You were not going to make it. You swallowed down your nerves and forced your legs to move, one step and then another, over to him, sitting down slowly. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure what to do next. How did Missy do this all the time? This was so anxiety-inducing. 

"There...now let's start slow. How about we practice a bit for midnight? We want to make sure we have it right," he said softly, his hand coming up to grip your chin once again. He leaned closer, so close you could feel his breath brushing across your face, the hint of the cigarette he just enjoyed invading your senses. His lips pressed against yours, his fingers moving into your hair, thumb tracing the back of your neck, and all your anxiety began to melt away. Hesitantly, you brought your hands up to tangle them in that beautiful hair you’d been thinking about all night and were delighted when he moaned softly into the kiss.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you toward him until you were pressed against his chest. His lips traveled, moving along your jaw toward your ear and he whispered, "Climb on my lap, sweetheart." You obeyed, wondering who had taken over your body, as you straddled him. He held your face in his hands, pulling your lips back to his as he began to rock his hips. You gasped at the feel of him pressing against your aching center and began to roll your hips against him in return, moaning at the delicious friction it created. He pulled back, his lips nibbling along the sensitive flesh on your neck as he murmured, "That's a good girl."

"Jesus Christ," you gasped as his lips latched onto your neck, sucking the flesh there until it hurt so good.

Joseph grabbed the hem of your shirt, pausing, "We can stop at any time. Do you want to stop?"

"No," you whispered, knowing there was no way you were going back now. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Happy to comply, love," he replied with a smile, pulling your shirt up and over your head. "Damn, you're beautiful." Then his lips were everywhere, pressing kisses all along your collarbone and your chest. He reached behind, unhooking your bra, dragging the straps slowly down your arms, that tongue darting out as his eyes took in the sight of your bare breasts. 

You shuddered as his head dropped, his mouth wrapping around one nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers. You rocked your hips more frantically, overwhelmed with the sensations rolling over your body. You were overcome with a need to feel his skin, to see him bare. Grabbing his shirt, you tugged until he sat up, raising his arms so you could pull it over his head. 

You paused, reaching out and tracing your fingers along his chest, the smattering of coarse hairs tickled your skin. Joseph shuddered gently under your touch and you smiled, leaning down to press your lips against his skin. He moaned softly and you were overcome with a confidence you'd never felt before. Reaching down, you unbuckled his belt and then undid his button before slipping your hand past his boxers to take him in your hand.

"Bloody hell..." he hissed softly. He grabbed your waist and lifted you to the side of him before lifting his hips to tug his pants down further. His hand landed on your chest, pushing you back onto the couch and then he was over you, taking your hand and leading it back to his cock. 

His lips found yours again, his tongue slipped past your lips, wrestling with your own as your hand wrapped around him once again. His hands slid over your thighs, slipping under your skirt. His fingers played along the edge of your panties before moving them aside. When his thumb found your clit, you groaned his name, your grip tightening on him, your pace increasing. 

"Fuck, love, you're so goddamn wet already," he moaned, slipping two fingers inside you, his thumb never leaving your clit, "and so fucking tight."

"Joseph...oh shit...oh my god..." you stammered, rocking your hips to meet his fingers as they explored you, testing every inch until he found the exact spot he'd been looking for. You shrieked, your back arching and he laughed softly, his fingers continuing to torment you by hitting that spot over and over. 

You were struggling to focus, working really hard to keep working him but your hand kept stopping or slowing. You were lost completely in the haze of lust that was Joseph sending you to heights of pleasure you’d never known. He chuckled, his fingers locking with yours, pressing your hand away from him and down into the couch. 

"Just lay back and enjoy, darling," he commanded. "Let me make you feel good."

"Jesus," you groaned, your hands gripping his arms, still capable of noticing the lean muscles there and it only ignited your desire even more. You drove your hips against his fingers again and again. Your stomach was knotting, your legs locked out as every muscle tensed. You were close. You could feel it. 

Joseph’s head dropped, his lips coming next to your ear as he whispered, "That's it. Let go for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers. I know you want to."

"Fuck!" you screamed, your back arching off the couch as your climax erupted from you with visceral force. Jesus Christ. You'd never experienced anything like this before. Maybe you just hadn't had someone so talented before. You held onto his arms as if he was the only thing tethering you to this world as you rode out the waves of passion. 

"I really need to know how good that tight little pussy feels around my cock," he said softly, fingers brushing matted hair from your cheek. "Are you okay with that?"

"Uhh...yeah," you managed, nodding. His words had shocked you to your core. But yeah, you wanted it. You wanted it more than you'd ever wanted just about anything in your life. 

Joseph grabbed your skirt, yanking it off roughly, your panties quickly following. He pushed his own pants and boxers down, kicking them off before settling back between your legs. He gripped your hip with one hand, holding his cock with the other. 

"You're certain?" he asked, his eyes finding yours. 

"So fucking certain," you assured him. 

Joseph guided himself into you and you both moaned at the sensation. Joseph’s hand remained on your hip, using it as a lever as he slowly filled you completely, allowing you time to adjust to his girth, before pulling back until he was almost completely out. He repeated the move and you whimpered with need. 

"Faster...please..." you begged, lifting your hips to try to force him further in. 

He smiled, plunging into you so hard your body jerked upward. Yes, this was exactly what you wanted. Joseph’s hips thrust fast and hard, your bodies slapping together audibly. He groaned, his eyes watching where your bodies connected, that tongue that you were already so turned on by, darting back out. It was poking out of the corner of his mouth as if in concentration and you fought the urge to grab it.

"Goddamn, you feel even better than I thought you would," he growled, one hand remaining on your hip as the other gripped the armrest just above your head. This new angle allowed him to thrust deeper, causing him to hit in a whole different, delicious way, his cock dragging along your walls with every move of his hips. 

"Joseph...fuck, that's so good...don’t stop…fuck…" you groaned, your eyes rolling back. You wound your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you each time he thrust. Christ, you were already reaching your peak again. What magic did this man possess? 

"Oh shit...I'm so close, sweetheart," he hissed, his thrusts becoming even more rapid, more urgent. His fingers dug into your hip harder and you could feel the pads of his fingertips bruising your skin but you didn't care. You wanted a reminder of this night. This night when you did something completely not you, something you would remember forever, something that was so beyond worth it. 

A scream ripped from your throat as your own orgasm crested over you once again, your legs clamping around him, your muscles spasming. He thrust into you hard, his entire body going rigid as he cried out your name, hitting his own peak. You both shuddered as you came slowly down from the ecstasy that had been the two of you combined.

"Happy New Year!" you heard people screaming from afar.

Joseph smiled and bent forward, planting a long, slow kiss on your lips, tongue dragging along the bottom one. "I guess I got the job."

"I guess you did."

"Now, how do I apply to take you on a date?" he asked, his hands resting on either side of your head as he gazed down at you. “What are the qualifications?”

"What?" you asked, confused. You'd thought for sure this had been a hit it and quit it situation for him. "You want to take me on a date?"

"Yeah, I mean...we did this a little backward but that's alright," he chuckled. "We already know we're compatible in bed so we got that out of the way. Now we don't have do the whole awkward will we or won't we nonsense. How about I pick you up at seven tomorrow? Dinner?" He pressed wet kisses along your neck, sending a new wave of heat racing across your skin, his fingertips gliding over your hip. "And then dessert? I'm dying to know how sweet you taste."

"You've definitely got the qualifications and the job," you breathed, warmth spreading over you at the thought of spending more time with him.

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[mimi-ya]

spotted ~ shanks x reader

2,700 words | f!body, she/her reader | nsfw summary: it's the thrill of being seen masterlist | kinktober masterlist

“Not the first time I caught Captain with his pants around his ankles either!”

The men around the table spit out their drinks, choking on laughter. Said captain in discussion sends a pointed hand gesture to his mate, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re just a little voyeur Roux!”

“Definitely wouldn’t be to see your freckled ass!” Lucky Roux shoots back.

Shanks spins in his seat towards you, betrayal written across his face, “You didn’t tell ‘em about my beauty mark, did ya?”

Instead of answering you chose to raise your mug to your mouth, covering a poorly concealed smile.

“We’ve all seen it by now, captain.” Benn interjects.

“Doesn’t stop (Y/N) from gushin’ about it when she’s three sheets to the wind.” Yassop gestures to you, ignoring your cry of protest.

Benn scoffs, “Or him from showin’ it when he’s had more than a swig.”

“Speaking of which.” Shanks downs the rest of his drink, slamming the cup on the table, “I think it’s about time you all got a look since you’re so desperate!” His hands move to his belt, starting with the buckle.

“Alright!” You cut him off over the jeers from the rest of the crew, “There are virgin eyes ‘round here.” Nodding to the rest of the bar patrons who are having a hard time ignoring the Red Haired Pirates.

“Told ya already!” Luck Roux shouts, “That’s what he likes!”

Shanks falls back against his seat, throwing an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his chest, “If you had my ass, you’d be showin’ it off too.”

“Don’t know how you put up with him.” Benn mutters to you, “Don’t know how I put up with him.”

You pat Benn’s shoulder sympathetically, “It’s the freckle for me.”

“Tryin’ to get a look at it now?” Shanks waggles his brows.

And how can you say no to that?

.

You drum your fingers against Shank’s chest, curled around his side as the sweat dries on your skin. He has a content smile on his face, hand sending shivers down your spine as it dances across your back.

“Bit of an exhibitionist you used to be.”

“Not jealous are ya?”

Your fingers still, “And so what if I am?”

Shanks cracks an eye, looking down at you with a frown, “You know you’re the only one I have eyes for, don’t ya?”

“Not of them. But why don’t we ever do something like that?”

“Oh?” He quirks a brow with a teasing smile, “That’s what’s got you up in twists?”

An irritated huff escapes you, “Never mind.” You mutter, flipping yourself over to hide the embarrassment on your face.

“Hey, hey now.” He coos in your ear, hand dancing down your arm, “Don’t get all shy on me.” Shanks presses a kiss on your neck, “Tell me what you want.”

You shrug, chewing on your lip. Still a little embarrassed by his reaction.

“Want me to take you up to the crow’s nest right now? Hope no one sees us sneakin’ up there?” His hand slips under the blanket, groping at your breast, “Or do ya want everyone to take a peak? I could bend you right over the ship’s edge if that’s what you want.”

“Shanks.” The whine is so needy, and the sound is stirring Shanks back to life, “Quit teasing.” You huff, pressing your ass against his cock.

“Don’t need anyone looking at what’s mine.” Shanks whispers against your neck, “You’re my treasure. My one piece.”

Your eyes fly open, “Oh my-” You elbow Shanks off you and onto his back, turning over to see his cheeky grin, “You did not just call me your one piece.”

“I’m tryin’ to be romantic!”

“Well, you sound like an idiot.”

“Got it.” Shanks nods, lips pulling into a smirk, “Less romance, more fucking out in the open.”

You cross your arms, “If you’re going to be a dick about it, I wish I had never brought it up.”

“Don’t be like that.” His fingers reach for your thigh, “I like hearing your dirty little dreams.” His hand rounds your back side, “I’ll make ‘em all come true.”

“Oh yeah?” You lean forward, breath mingling with his.

“Mhmm.” His eyes flutter close, “Whatever you want.”

“Well right now,” Hand cupping his cheek, “I want you to shut up.”

A grin stretches across his face, “How about you climb on up here and give my mouth somethin’ better to do?”

.

You think Shanks forgets all about the conversation. He doesn’t tease you about it the next morning, doesn’t even mention it the following night after he’s had a few too many rounds back at the bar.

No matter, it’s not like you were that interested in the idea.

“But the log post set.” Benn taps the globe resetting on the table.

“And there’s a festival tonight, Beckmann.” Shanks grabs his first mate by the shoulder, rounding him back toward the island, “Think of how much fun it’s gonna be!”

“Didn’t know you cared for the local festivities.” Benn shakes off Shanks, popping a cigarette into his mouth.

Shank’s eyes slide over to you, as if he could tell you were watching him, “I think tonight will be worth it.”

.

“Think we lost ‘em?”

You glance over your shoulder before meeting Shanks’s stare, “Were we trying to? Yasopp still owes me some mochi after I wiped the floor with his ass at the coin game.”

Shanks leans forward, taking a nip at your cheek, “I’ll get ya all the mochi you can eat.”

“Shanks!” You giggle, pushing his face from yours as he continues to assault you with nips and kisses, “Knock it off!”

“C’mon love.” Shanks teases, wrapping an arm around your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “Thought this is what you wanted.”

An immediate chill runs down your spine and you straighten up, “Wait, are you serious?”

He raises a brow, “Serious as a heart attack.”

With the offer suddenly presented to you, the nerves start creeping in. “But.” You glance from side to side, looking over the hundreds of people enjoying the festival, oblivious to what you’re considering, “There’s so many- I don’t think. I mean what if-”

Shanks presses a finger to your lips, “Shh, shh.”  His thumb running across the seam, “Yes or no?"

His eyes are burning into yours, an almost electric current crackling between your bodies.

“Yes.” Your answer is as breathless as you feel, only amplified when Shanks drags you down the street. He weaves between stalls, taking you further and further from the main square. The joyous voices and music fade into the distance when he pulls you into a deserted alley.

“Here oughtta be good.” He says causally, as if he isn’t about to fuck you behind some building.

You look nervously back to the street. Just the turn of head would give someone a clear view into the alley.

“Don’t worry.” Shanks presses a kiss to your neck, “We’re far enough that no one will hear your wailing.”

His jab breaks you from you thoughts and with an offended huff you slap his shoulder, “I do not wail.”

“Good.” He nods, a hand grabbing under your thigh to wrap around his waist, “Would hate to be caught ‘cause you can’t hold it in.” Any retort is lost on your lips when Shanks presses forward, his bulge making contact with your covered center.

“Shit.” You wrap your arms around his neck, biting back your groan as Shanks pushes even harder.

“Well look at that!” He comments cheerfully, “Seems like you were right.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, digging your nails under his shirt and sharply clawing at his skin. A conceited smirk pulls at your lips when Shanks lets out a loud moan, “Now who’s wailin’?”

Shanks gives you his answer with a furious kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. With fingers under you chin he repositions your face to easily take control.

Your heart is beating so fast and loud you fear that might be what draws a passerby. Eyes squeezing shut even tighter when Shanks’s hand slides up your side to grope your breast.

His fingers leave a trail of fire on your skin even over the fabric. His sixth sense of being able to perfectly tweak your nipple without even seeing it pushes you into a frenzy.

“Shanks.” You whisper urgently, wanting this more than anything but still very aware of your vulnerability.

“Hmmm.” Shanks hums, his lips pecking kisses along your jaw.

Your hands reach for his belt, “Shanks, c’mon.”

Before you can get too far his hands swoop down to grab your wrists and pin them against the wall, “What’s that baby? Why you in such a hurry?”

The colds stone cuts into the back of your hands, and now you feel pathetic squirming in place, trying to get some relief with the shifting of your thighs.

“I know I’m good, but I’ve never seen ya so desperate so quick.” Shanks grins, “Like you want someone to catch a glimpse of this, hmm?”

“Quit teasing.” You whine, glaring off to the side. With your face turned you see a clear view of the street just as someone strolls past the alley.

Shanks doesn’t miss when your voice hitches, quickly looking over to the person just before they disappear behind the wall.

“Shame.” Shanks mutters, “A second earlier and they would have heard your pathetic moaning. No matter.” He spins you around before you even realize it’s happening, “Maybe we can get the next one to take a look.”

A gasp is ripped from your throat when cold air hits your ass, his fingers wasting no time to pull down your pants and get a feel between your legs.

“Well would you look at that.” Shanks comments as if he were discussing the weather, “And here I was hoping I’d have to work you up a bit.”

“Shanks.” Your head thuds against the wall as his fingers slide through your soaked folds, catching briefly on the little nub that has you keening into your arm.

“I know, I know.” Shanks dismiss you, “Hurry up, don’t wanna get caught and all that.” But his words are in contrast to his movements as he continues to play with you at a leisurely pace.

You push your hips back, pressing your ass into his groin, hoping to entice him.

“Little minx.” He growls, pulling his fingers away with a whimper from you. You can hear the rustling of fabric, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all night.” Shanks breathes into your ear, his cock pressing against your ass and smearing the bit of cum.

“Pervert.” You mutter with an eye roll. Most of the time you loved Shanks’s filthy words, but right now you wish he would just get on with it. Frustration only building when his patronizing laugh reaches your ears.

“Always so mean when you’re desperate.” His hands grasp your hips, pulling your ass up just a bit, “How ‘bout I fuck that outta ya?”

Your head snaps back to shoot him a glare, “How about you fucking do it th- oh fuck.” You feel your eyes go a little cross when Shanks sinks into all in one go.

“There it is.” Shanks smirks, leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek, shifting his hips and pushing deeper, “Fuckin tight.” He grunts, pulling back to thrust back in but your cunt isn’t making it easy.

“Please.” You whine, craning your neck back to try and capture his lips but instead Shanks’s hand quickly covers your mouth. The taste and scent of your slick overwhelming your senses and pulling a moan.

His hips pick up speed and your thankful for the fingers now shoved in your mouth because there’s no way you’d be able to stop the cries from spilling out on your own.

How could you when he’s moving so skillfully behind you and hitting all the right spots? And the thrill of someone getting a peak only heightening your senses and pushing you closer to the edge.

“So good.”  Shanks groans, “Wish everyone could see you like this.” He babbles, “You’d like that, huh? Let everyone get a look at what a good girl I have here?”

The warm praise washes over you as you nod along to his words, only imagining what it would feel like to be so exposed.

“They can look.” Shanks growls, “But that’s it.” His fingers dig harder into your hip and his teeth scrape along your neck, “Mine. Only-” His words abruptly cut off, hips stilling.

You try to look back, but his hand is still holding your jaw in place.

“Shhh.” He breathes into your ear, gently turning your head to look down the alley. The voices carry from out on the street. Three, maybe four people coming this way.

You’re so distracted with the thought of someone catching you in the comprising position that you almost miss when Shanks begins his movements again. Deep and slow thrusts.

“Mmanks!” You try to cry over his fingers, but he pushes them further into your mouth, eliciting a gag that makes your eyes water.

“Remember what I said about keepin’ quiet?” His words are laced with a threat that sends a chill down your spine, “This is what you wanted, ain’t it?”

His eyes bore into yours, hips stilling for a moment and waiting for you. When you give the small timid nod a feral grin splits on his face.

It seems he isn’t going to make it easy on you as his hands sneaks from your waist to round your front, immediately rubbing circles into your neglected clit.

Your entire body jolts with nowhere to go, truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Quit squirmin’.” He grunts, fingers picking up speed along and his thrusts returning to their previous pace.

The voices from down the alley are getting closer and you’re thankful for how far back you are. Casted in the shadows so even if someone did look it might not be too obvious, right?

Maybe if not be for the noises.

The we squelch of your cunt and slapping of skins is downright explicit. Your poorly concealed whimpers and cries just as telling as Shanks’s moaning who seems to have no problem with drawing attention.

Your eyes are still focused on the street, the shadows of those approaching finally in view.

“Wanna finish for ‘em?” Shanks asks, tongue dancing on the shell of your ear and sending your eyes rolling backwards, “Give ‘em a show better than the festival? C’mon, I know you can do it.”

His fingers finally pull from your mouth just as a foot comes into view and a mixture of a gasp and squeak are pulled from you as Shanks’s arm wraps around your stomach. He quickly repositions the two of you so his back is towards the street without once breaking his rhythm.

Keeling over you finally feel your orgasm overtake you, only being held up by Shanks’s arms as he continues to work you through your pleasure.

The world goes a little darker than it already is, noises muffled by the sounds of your own pants but the gasp of surprise from the street is clear as day. Hot embarrassment floods your cheeks just as your cunt clenches down on Shanks’s cock, a second wave of pleasure flooding your veins.

“Ah, fuck.” Shanks chokes out, his own release quickly following as you pull him over with you, “That get ya there?” He pants, giving a few more half-hearted thrusts as he empties himself into you.

 You can only moan in response, reaching for the wall to find some balance if only to keep yourself from falling to your knees.

The wet sounds of Shanks pulling his cock from your dripping center echo in the alley and it’s lewd enough to have Shanks feel a stirring in his belly. Seeing you bent over and too fucked out to even answer his question makes him want to carry you back to the ship and have his way with ya all over again.

But first-

“Oi!” Shanks calls over his shoulder while pulling your pants up since it seems you won’t do it yourself. The bystanders seeming to be paralyzed with shock at what they just walked by, “This ain’t a free show!”

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I realized; while rewatching some spooky movies, that TLB would/could have watched some of the ones I like. So, while i was watching the movie, I wrote what I imagined the boys would say. You can rewatch the movie along with the post if you don't remember some scenes so well, but there is a bit of explanation for the scenes in italics.

Anywho, here's TLB watching Creepshow (1982)

Word Count: 3k ish Tags: General violence, swearing, mentions of drinking, smoking, sa, gore, death, bugs - it get's kinda itchy at the end

Marko was dying to come watch this new horror movie, Dwayne was already an avid Stephen King reader at this time, and David thought it looked relatively interesting, so off to the movies they went. Paul just went because he wanted skittles and popcorn.

They went opening day. Got their snacks and went to find some seats.

They sat in the middle of the back row, the order was Paul on the left, Marko, then Dwayne, and David on the right. They are the kind of people to talk through the entire movie; so, if it helps, you can imagine them speaking through their bond.

Opening Scene:

Marko: Pssst, Dwayne pass the popcorn.

Dwayne: I don’t have it, ask Paul.

Paul: Nah man, I have my candy. And its only MINE tonight

David: Marko, here’s the popcorn, but I want it BACK. *Reaches over Dwayne who shifts uncomfortably away from David’s arm*

Marko: Cheers man.

Paul: Dude, stop saying that.

Marko: But I like it :(

*House comes into frame*

Dwayne: Hey, like that pumpkin

Paul: Hey, we should make pumpkins.

Marko: I’ve been saying this!

David: Dude that dad is a dick.

Dwayne: Who does that remind you of

David: We should egg his house before we go home.

Paul: Ayeee sex books *high fives Marko*

David: Damn, all that over a book?

“All that horror crap-Dead people coming back to life?”

Paul: Hey, dead people can come back to life.

*Creep comes into frame*

Marko: Woaaah, someone needs to moisturize.

Dwayne: Thank fuck we don’t have to worry about the Sun anymore.

David: Marko, popcorn

Story One: Father’s Day

*Well-dressed people come into frame*

Dwayne: Get a load of these assholes.

David: Fuck, I want a cigarette now.

Marko: Who eats like that?

Paul: *chewing with his mouth open*

Marko, Dwayne, David: *stare at Paul* Gee, who knows.

���Wasn’t she the one who killed her father?”

Dwayne: Honestly, same

“When he was 184, he had a stroke.”

Paul: Hey, David, aren’t you coming up on 184?

David: Ahaha, fuck you *chucks popcorn at him*

“She based her father’s head in with a marble ash tray.”

David: Dude, I need that ash tray.

Marko: I’da killed his ass too if he shot my husband *rubs Paul’s arm*

Paul: *Is turning the box of candy into his mouth, feels Markos hand on his arm. Looks down and smiles with a mouth full of candy*

*A driver speeding down the road comes into frame*

Dwayne: Damn, that old broad likes to speed.

“I need my caaaakeeee you dirty bitch.”

David: Fuck your cake buddy, your old ass needs a dirt nap, eh?

Marko: Get his ass.

Paul: *chomp chomp chomp*

Dwayne: She didn’t even bash his head in, he just got hit one time… I’ll show you how to bash a head in… *grumbles*

David: Easy big guy, we’ll go fuck with Max later.

“Everything I wanted he wanted for me!”

Marko: *mockingly in a bad British accent* Chew bich, chew dorty bich

*The dead come back*

Paul: Guys! Jim bean is the elixir of life.

David: This fucking guy still wants that damn cake?!

*Dancing couple*

Marko: Awe, Paul, we should dance.

Paul: *waggling his arms around trying to Vogue* You like my moves?

Dwayne, David: *start copying Paul and wiggling their arms around in bad dance moves*

*Cemetery scene*

David: Dude, what the fuck are you doing out there, eh?

Dwayne: *leans to David’s ear* Your Canadian is showing.

David: Oh, fuck off… I need a cigarette.

Paul: Hey, that headstone is falling…. No seriously dude its falling…

Marko: Is he not gonna move??

Dwayne: Dude!

Marko: The dead zombie guy is the least of your worries you gotta move!

*CRUSH*

Paul: Ope… too late.

David: *Grumbling about his cigarettes*

“He’s your husband, I don’t even like him.”

Dwayne: Catty *chuckles*

Paul: Yooo, I think the maid is dead.

Marko: He’s still on about that fucking cake.

*In the parlor*

Marko: You think I could pull off the two chains look?

Dwayne: Honestly?

Paul: Marko, he can’t even- wooaaaah.

David: Ayeee he finally got his cake.

TLB: *halfheartedly applaud*

Story Two: The Lonesome Death of Jordy Verrill

*Jordy comes into frame*

Marko: Woah! David, he looks like you!

David: Shut the hell up, my teeth aren’t that big.

Paul: *snickering* No, they are.

David: *growls*

Dwayne: *Grabs David’s chin and wiggles his head side to side* Oh come on, it’s cute.

David: *sneers at him and pulls his head away. *

“Dat’s a meteor”

Marko: *mockingly* dats a meteor

“200 for dat dere meteor”

Dwayne: Dude, ask for more money.

David: Aren’t you a communist?

Dwayne: …shut up.

Marko: *mockingly* idjits

*Jody getting water from the well, sticks his fingertips in his mouth*

Paul: Ew, those things were in his mouth.

David: Yeah, that can’t be good.

*Jody dumping out the meteor juice*

Paul: Hey, what do you think they used for the glowey stuff?

David, Dwayne: Glow sticks

Paul: But it hissed when it touched the ground.

David: *chewing popcorn* They add the sounds after they film it.

Paul: Oh… Hey we should get glow sticks.

Dwayne: If you’re good, we can get glow sticks.

Paul: YUS

“Meteor shit!”

Marko: *giggling* oh this guy is gold!

*Meteor plants start growing outside*

Dwayne: Oh damn, he’s still sucking on his fingers.

David: Well, he obviously isn’t very smart, now is he Dwayne.

Dwayne: *stares at David* Don’t start with me.

David: *snorts *

*Doctor scene*

David: I don’t trust that doctor…

Dwayne: *with his fingers waggling in David’s face; making a voice* It’s going to be extreeeemely painfuuullllll

David: Shut up, dork.

Dwayne: You’re the dork.

*Plants growing all over Jordy’s body*

Paul: Hey, you think that thing can grow weed?

Marko: Paul, you idiot. It’s killin him.

Paul: Well, I know that! But, like… it looks sticky.

*Jordy goes outside*

Marko: Wow, that got everywhere fast.

Paul: Yeah, that might be too much weed.

David: Never thought you’d say that.

*Jordy pulls out a bottle and a pitcher*

Dwayne: Woah, that’s too much vodka…

Paul: Buddy’s gonna die.

Marko: I think he’s already dying.

David: Oh, I’m gonna need a drink if you guys keep talking.

Marko: Cheers

“I’m growin”

Paul: Me too Jordy, me too *eats some skittles*

*TV tone*

David: Fuck, I’m so glad we don’t have a tv in the cave.

*Shows Jordy’s house covered in green*

Marko: *eating popcorn* we should do that to Max’s house.

David, Paul, Dwayne: Agreed

*Jordy, checks his pants*

Dwayne: Is it on his dick!

Marko: *clutches his jewels*

David: Oh, that’s gotta suck.

*Jordy gets into the tub*

Marko: I wouldn’ta done that.

Paul: Yeah. That’s horror movies 101.

*Jordy pulls out shotgun*

Dwayne: Woaaah, dude, it’s not that serious.

David: No, I’d do the same thing.

*BANG*

TLB: Ayeee *claps*

Marko: Cheers

Paul: Dude, fucking knock it off

Marko: Fucking make me >:[

Story Three: Something to Tide you over

*Nice apartment comes into frame*

David: Ugh, I hate that tile.

Paul: You would

“I can bench-press 300lbs.”

Marko: Pleeeease, that’s nothing

Paul: What a nerd

“We were gonna sit you down and tell you.”

Paul: Hey that guy is touching the tv! That’s not your tv!

“There will be no alimony, none of that crap.”

David: Alimony? That old guy used to bone that guys wife?

Dwayne: I think the guy in the robe is banging the old guy’s wife.

*Pulls out tape recorder*

Marko: I should get a tape recorder.

Dwayne: How many people are you torturing and kidnapping?

Marko: Mind your business.

David: If that guy threatened MY bitch… *starts growling*

Paul: Yeah, you tell em David! Don’t touch my bitch or my tv!

“She’s waiting for her knight in shining corduroy.”

David: Yeah, tell no one where you’re going, idiot.

Paul: Noooo, he killed his wife??

Marko: that’s an empty grave, for sure

“Jump into that hole.”

Dwayne: Fuck that, hit him.

David: Idiot hopped in

Paul: Maybe he’s got a plan.

Marko: His plan is to die.

“You’re not gonna burry me alive.”

David: *chewing popcorn* But you’re already in the hole ain’tcha bud?

Dwayne:

David: Don’t say it.

“I’ll let ya see Becky.”

Paul: I don’t believe him.

Marko: Gee, what made you think he wasn’t trustworthy?

*Crab*

Dwayne: *cracking up* Get his ass.

Paul: OMG! That’s a big crab!

Marko: HE KICKED IT!

David: *snickering*

*TV of the Becky*

Paul: Fuck, he buried her?

Dwayne: That’s a bit harsh.

Marko: I could get out of that.

David: No, you couldn’t

Marko: Yuh-huh

Dwayne: It’s packed, wet sand, you couldn’t get out of it.

Marko: Bet I could.

Paul: Uh-oh, tides comin

David: Marko, you would drown.

Marko: I bet you a week’s hunt that I could.

Dwayne: For the both of us

Marko: Yeah, sure, fine. If you win, I’ll do the hunting for both of ya for a week.

Dwayne: And on the very slim chance that you win?

Marko: You guys do my hunting for a month.

Paul: Oh no, the tv is getting wet.

Dwayne: Fine.

David: …how did he keep it running for so long, I thought it was hooked up to the Jeep…

*Interior, old guy’s house*

David: Ugh, I hate those statues.

Paul: I hate how this guy treats tv’s.

Marko: I hate that they haven’t gotten out of the sand yet.

Dwayne: I hate how stupid you are.

Marko: *Nips at Dwayne*

Dwayne: *wagging his finger in Marko’s face* You get one.

Marko: *grunts* David, gimmie the popcorn

David: *hands him the popcorn*

*Drowning scene*

Marko: Fuck, these people take forever to die.

*Interior, night scene*

Dwayne: Dun dun dun!

Marko: Man, they are getting seaweed on everything…

“I’m warning you; I have a gun!”

Paul: *yelps*

David: Geeze, Paulie, it’s a movie.

Paul: Not that. I dropped my skittles!

David: Why am I not surprised…

Marko: I knew this would happen, *reaches into his jacket* that’s why I got ya these *hands unopened skittles box to Paul.*

Paul: Oh man do I love ya.

*Shooting the drowned*

David: Ew,

Dwayne: Ya know, he should really have a guard.

Marko: Or a dog

Paul: We should get a dog.

David: *stretching his arms above his head* You’d never feed it.

Paul: But someone would

David: Yea, *pulls his shirt down over his tummy* I’d end up being the asshole to feed it.

Dwayne: Oh snap, they buried his ass *laughs*

Marko: That’s wicked

Paul: David pleaseeeee

David: The poor thing would die of neglect.

Paul: *pouts*

Marko: *pats his arm* it’s okay Paul, we’ll get you a dog.

Paul: really?

David: NO, YOU WONT

Paul: :(

Story Four: The Crate

*Janitor flipping a coin comes into frame*

Dwayne: 5 bucks he’s gonna drop it.

*CLANK, rolls*

Dwayne: ooooh! You owe me 5 bucks!

David: No one bet you, dork.

*Garden party*

Marko: Damn, that lady is so loud.

Paul: Math department???? *sneers*

David: I hate that dress.

Marko, Dwayne, Paul: You would

David: >:(

*Lady in red dress keeps talking*

Dwayne: Holy fuck, does this lady ever shut the hell up?

Paul: How, uncouth

Marko, Dwayne, David: *stare at Paul*

*Janitor on phone*

Dwayne: 1834?

David: Don’t say it.

Paul: *snickers*

Marko: Well, whatever’s in there should be long dead.

David: *sighs*

Marko: Like David

David: Fuckers

“Hey Wilma!” *BANG*

Paul: Oh damn!

Marko: Thank Christ

Dwayne: THEY’RE CLAPPING?

David: Oh please, you’d kill her in a heartbeat.

“It came from the Artic?”

Paul: Daavid, where’s the Artic?

David: *burping* Yukon

Paul: Oh, okay

Marko:

Marko: You have no idea where that is do y-

Paul: No, not a clue

“It’s like, something moved on its own.”

Marko: What do ya think is in there?

Dwayne: Snow devil

“That tobacco smell makes me want to Ralph” *strangle*

Dwayne: Damn, he wants to kill her so bad.

David: Welp, I can see where this is going *reaches into his pocket to pull out a flask*

Dwayne:

David: *takes a swig*

Dwayne: *pouty face*

David: Fine, but don’t tell the others.

Dwayne: *takes a quick swig*

*Opening the crate; chimp noises*

Paul: Aww, it’s a little monkey.

Marko: Paul, it’s probably not a monkey.

Dwayne: Don’t stick your hand in there.

David: DO stick your hand in there.

*CHOMP*

Marko: Yup, not a monkey

*Janitor slumps against crate*

David: I would movie from there

*Yeti face*

TLB: HOLY SHIT *they cling to eachother*

*Chomp chomp chomp*

Dwayne: great mask!

David: Fucking sick

Marko: Those teeth are so real!

Paul: Hold me Marko

*Yeti moving the crate in the basement*

David: Ope, what’s he up to

*Blood trails*

Paul: I’m getting hungry.

Dwayne: I bet the damn thing is too.

Marko: *munching popcorn* Shhh, eat your skittles.

David: Marko, munchies me *puts his hand out to Marko.

Marko: *dumps a fist full of popcorn in David’s hand, spilling all over Dwayne*

Dwayne: *dusting off his lap* fuckers!

*Grad student going under stairs*

David: *munching popcorn* Oh yeah, go under there.

Marko: Why’d you pick up the shoe like it’s gonna do anything?

*Yeti attacks; grad student hits it with wrench*

Dwayne: You shoulda hit that thing a lot harder.

Paul: Guys, I’m gettin hungry.

Marko: *shoving the popcorn bucket to Paul* We’ll eat later. Besides, Dwayne and David are doing my hunting for the next month.

Dwayne: We gotta burry your stupid lil ass first

Marko: IM GONNA DO IT!

*Guy with shitty wife going to university basement*

David: I don’t believe, for a second that someone shipped a man killing, blood thirsty yeti without telling anyone. There should be records or something.

Paul: *snorts* Okay, Mr. ‘I keep all my files since the 1800’s.’

Marko: I don’t believe anyone would be that stupid to go down there with a gun.

Dwayne: I do

*Watching the man clean up the blood*

Marko: That’s a good friend

Dwayne: That’s a bad co-worker

David: He assaults a girl and kills her and then tries to hide it?

Paul: Wait, is that what’s happening?

Dwayne: That’s what he thinks is happening.

David: Nah, he’s tryna lure his bitch wife there.

*Wilma driving over holding a glass*

Marko: This bitch got milk?

Dwayne: Where’d the fucking yeti go?

David: *jokingly* he’s shy *bats his eyelashes*

“What kind of a mess has Dex gotten himself into?”

David: *tittering*

“How bad did he beat her? Is she conscious?”

Marko: This bitch is sick.

“The girl is under the stairs; she won’t come out.”

TLB: *watching intently*

“DINNERTIMEEEE”

David: Maybe divorce woulda been easier *giggling*

Dwayne: At some point it shoulda been.

Paul: Is he trying to kill her?

Marko: Where the hell did that stupid yeti go?

“No good at all in bed, when was the last time you were a man in our bed?”

David: *snickering*Ruthless

Marko: Wow this thing can really sleep through an episode.

“Just tell it to call ya billy.”

David, Dwayne: *cracking tf up*

*Closing the crate*

Dwayne: I can’t believe this thing never broke out of a stupid wooden crate.

Paul: Where is he taking that thing?

Marko: Bet he’s gonna kill it.

David: He’s definitely gonna kill it.

Dwayne: I’d kill it.

Paul: WHY?

Marko: The hell do you mean ‘why’?

Paul: He was just hungry! Like us! You wouldn’t kill us!

David: *takes a swig* Sometimes, I think about it.

Dwayne: Let’s get a big crate to put Paul in

Paul: NOOOOOOOOO

Dwayne: Ah we’re just kidding Paulie * reaches behid Marko to punch Paul’s arm*

“That thing is drowned in its box 70ft down.”

David: It survived 150 years, no food, no water, no sunlight. Bet it’s not dead.

Marko: Oh, NOW he breaks out of the damn box.

Dwayne: The damn thing was just being lazy.

Paul:

Paul: You guys don’t actually think theres yetis do ya?

Marko, Dwayne, David:

David: That one really scared ya, eh?

Paul: Just a bit

Marko: We could kill a yeti no problem!

Dwayne: Yea, and then Marko would have something new n’ furry to tie to his bike haha!

Story Five: They’re Creeping Up on You

*Scientist and a jukebox come into frame*

Dwayne: Man, haven’t seen one of those in a while.

Paul: They were soo cool.

Marko: You think that vaccum thing could suck other stuff?

David: I DARE you to put your dick in that.

“There’s not gonna be anymore damn bugs!”

David: *eating the last popcorn in his hand* What the hell did bugs do ta him?  *snorts*

Marko: Thank God we’re never gonna go bald.

Dwayne: Max can’t say the same.

Paul: *snickers*

“They’re dying of carbon monoxide poisoning.”

Paul: Hey, David, what’s carbon monoxide?

David: Poison

Marko: THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE AN APARTMENT?

Dwayne: Bet he’d have a stroke if he saw the cave.

Paul: Yeah, but we don’t have a ‘bug problem’

David: Not one that matters.

*Cockroach on his glove*

Paul: EW EW EW NAStYYYYY

Marko: SICK

Dwayne: Guess they’re not gonna put the ‘no animals were harmed in the making of this film’ at the end.

David: Oh, that’s seriously a bad roach problem.

“Yes, he told me your husband went out with a ‘bang.’”

Paul: This guy is a serious douche.

Marko: *winces* I feel bad for laughing.

“You can take your wife and kids to Disneyworld on your fucking welfare check.”

Dwayne: I’m gonna eat this guy.

*Checks the food processor*

Marko: Omg, he didn’t…

Dwayne: He did!

Paul: I’m gonna be sick *fake sobs*

David: Hey, I kinda like that trick

“You people, people of color”

Marko, Paul: Woah

Dwayne: Not shocked

David: I’ve never heard a black person talk like that in real life, why do they make them talk like that?

Dwayne: T’s Hollywood man, they’re super fucking racist.

*Roaches in the ceiling, drain, walls*

Dwayne: Hey now, this shit is starting to make me itch.

Marko: Tell me about it. I used to live in New York, it’s really fucking bad.

Paul: Maybe he should just move.

David: *takes a long swig*

Paul: *starts itching vigorously*

*In the clean room* “I hope you die.”

Dwayne, Marko: *shudders*

Paul: Oh gnarly! I’m gonna hurl.

David: *subtly itches his forearms*

“What’s the matter Mr. Pratt, bugs got your tongue?”

Paul: Oh, I’m not hungry anymore *gags*

Closing Scene:

*Garbage men come into frame*

TLB: *scratching*

“We can’t get a voodoo doll?”

TLB: *still itching and scratching*

*Voodoo Doll scene*

Marko: *scratching his thighs* good for him, he got the doll to work

Paul: *scratching his neck* Yeah, those things never worked, remember the one we got for Max

Dwayne: *scratching his arms* Actually, me n David got it to work

*Roll credits; the boys get up to leave*

Marko: Really? *Scratching his shoulders*

David: *scratching his stomach* Yeah, see the trick was to use both our magic, instead of one

Paul: *scratching the backs of his hands* So what did you guys do?

David: We set him on fire.

Marko: Ah

Marko: Hey, lets go burry me!

Dwayne: Anything to get those damn roaches out of my mind.

TLB: *shudder*

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[projectionistwrites]

GESTALT | 2001

YEAR THREE.

pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x afab!babysitter!reader (2.1k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: age gap, angst, slow burn, SMUT (dubcon, panty sniffing/fucking), potentially ooc!joel

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APRIL 22, 2001

Whatever boundaries had been previously established between you and Joel were getting blurrier and blurrier by the day—you were dancing along the edge of crossing the line, and Joel should’ve known you got off on it.

You had stayed in the Miller home over the long weekend when he and Tommy went on a fishing trip. When he’d returned Sunday evening, things had been exactly as he anticipated—the house was tidier than when he had left, the fridge was stocked with homemade leftovers, and Sarah had the time of her life. You had even taken her to get her first ever mani-pedi at a nearby salon.

“While you boys were out roughin’ it up, we were doing the exact opposite.”

You had teased, holding up your hand and waggling your freshly polished fingers. Sarah giggled and excitedly showed her dad the pale pink color flecked with gold sparkles that she had selected for herself.

“They even dipped my hands in this hot wax stuff—it was so weird!”

Sarah exclaimed, sitting back down at the kitchen table and kicking her feet excitedly. She shoved a mouthful of pasta in her face as Joel turned to you.

“Well, thank you for stayin’ with her this weekend. Sounds like she had more fun with you than she’d ever have with me.”

His tone was light and it was clear that he was joking, but there was something about his phrasing that made you take a moment of pause.

“It was my pleasure, really. Dinner’s on the stove if you want some. Glad you had a good weekend.”

You squeezed Joel’s bicep warmly, scrunching up your nose a bit as you smiled at him. He made a concentrated effort to maintain eye contact in fear that his gaze might trail down to your lips.

You grabbed your sweater from its place slung over the back of a kitchen chair. You leaned down and kissed Sarah on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow, Smiles.”

Sarah mumbled something unintelligible, mouth full of food as you picked up your bag from beside the front door. Then, you were in front of Joel.

He barely had time to react at the feeling of your soft hand cradling the left side of his face, your lips pressing a slow, deliberate kiss on his opposite cheek.

“G’night, cowboy.”

You practically purred in his ear, your warm breath sending a chill up his spine. He could feel the way his body tensed under your touch and the way something between a sigh and a gasp escaped his parted lips as he watched you slink away coyly, obviously pleased with yourself. When the door clicked shut behind you, Joel could practically feel his daughter’s teasing grin.

“Ooo—”

“Zip it, you.”

Joel clipped, and Sarah just giggled quietly to herself, finding your special ability of flustering her father particularly amusing.

After Sarah was tucked into bed and Joel had finished unpacking, he stripped down to his boxers, ready to crawl into bed. A quick glance out the window proved that you were still awake, the yellow lamplight illuminating your room from across the yard.

The man sighed, pulling back his blankets and sinking into them—a great relief from the sleeping bag he had occupied the last few nights. He turned to his side, one arm slipping beneath his pillow, and that’s when he felt it.

A foreign, unfamiliar piece of fabric hidden beneath the pillowcase. At first, he thought it might possibly be a sock, but when he pulled the article of clothing into view, he felt his stomach drop.

A pair of black lace panties, crumpled within his bedding.

He knew you had slept in his bed this past weekend. He had given you explicit permission, and it wasn’t the first time—although neither of you had ever mentioned that rainy night in March again.

But this—this was absolutely startling to Joel. Part of him rationalized that maybe it was an accident, maybe they had slipped from your overnight bag unbeknownst to you, but...

Oh, my God. They were worn.

The smell of your perfume lingered around him, sticking to his cotton sheets, but this—this was something entirely different. Something organic and acidic and maybe a little bit sweet.

He almost choked as he ran his fingers over the fabric, because the crotch of your underwear was still fucking damp. His calloused thumb brushed over the patch of wetness, something absolutely primal awakening in him. Almost mindlessly, he lifted his finger, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked. Joel had to hold back throaty groan as the taste of you overtook his senses, the action traveling straight to his already rock-hard cock.

This was filthy. This was fucking disgusting, so unbelievably fucking dirty, and the worst part about it is that he knew this was deliberate. He knew you’d hidden them on purpose, probably took them off right before he got home in order to ensure they were fresh when he found them. This was meant to rile him up, to make him feral, to push him into acting on whatever chemistry was between you.

You had graduated from harmless, meaningless flirting, and Joel was losing his fucking mind.

He clenched the panties tightly in his fist, staring up at the ceiling in agony. What were his options? He could return them to you, pretend like it was an honest mistake, maybe embarrass you a bit; he could tell you that he got your gift, and maybe tease you a bit himself; push you up against the kitchen counter and fuck you from behind, like you fucking deserved, and like he’d wanted to since the day he met you; or, he could pretend like it never happened.

Whatever this was, it was bad, and it was wrong, and it shouldn’t happen. Couldn’t happen. Fifteen years between the two of you—you were closer in age to his daughter than you were to him. He couldn’t let this affect him, couldn’t let you get the satisfaction of making him snap, couldn’t indulge whatever sick, fucked-up fantasy this was for you.

So, he supposed, he would just ignore it.

But that certainly didn’t mean he couldn’t fuck himself into your panties and paint them with stripes of his cum that night.

DECEMBER 24, 2001

Slow, quiet footsteps padded down the stairs as you stayed on the couch, attention vaguely on the Christmas movie that was playing in front of you. Sarah had fallen asleep, as per usual, and Joel had just carried her up to bed so that you and him could prep the living room for the morning.

When he reappeared from the stairs, he had a small smile on his face, and there was a childlike gleam in his eyes that you’d never seen before. This was your first time staying in Texas for Christmas, per Sarah’s request, and Joel was grateful—he was really shit at wrapping gifts.

“She’s asleep.”

Joel whisper-shouted to you, and you giggled at his attempt to be quiet. You pulled the blanket off of your legs before following Joel upstairs to his bedroom, going to retrieve the gifts that were hidden in his closet.

The lights remained off, and you blindly wandered into his room, waiting patiently for him to grab everything he needed. In the dim light provided by the moon peaking through the window, you could see his bed was haphazardly made, and for some reason, this excited you—Joel slept in this bed, every night. Wonder what else he did in this bed—

“Hey!”

Joel snapped his fingers, pulling your attention away from your daydreaming.

“Help me carry some stuff downstairs.”

He passed you a long, thin cardboard box full of various wrapping paper and bows, gesturing for you to take it downstairs as he grabbed the few bags full of Sarah’s gifts.

You settled onto the floor in front of the TV, a space just large enough for you to roll out wrapping paper beside the colorful Christmas tree. Joel joined you shortly after, plopping down the shopping bags at your feet.

“You put the stuff in her stocking, I’ll start wrapping.”

You directed quietly, and Joel nodded. You both worked in silence for most of the time as you wrapped a shoebox of brand new soccer cleats, a few new sweaters you had helped pick out, some new books for her collection, and your gift—her very first makeup set.

“Dunno why she’d need that.”

Joel huffed, filling Sarah’s stocking with more chocolate. You shook your head at him with a smile, finishing it off with a silvery bow to compliment the tinsel on the wrapping paper.

“She’s twelve, cowboy. Just thought it’d be fun for her to try.”

He grumbled something incomprehensible, and pretty soon, there were wrapped boxes littered beneath the tree, and her stocking was overflowing with goodies and treats.

“You’re good at that.”

Joel jutted his chin towards the gifts, indicating that he was referencing your wrapping skills. You laughed.

“I love giving presents. My favorite part of the holidays.”

Joel watched you fondly, the flashing lights from the TV illuminating the side of your face and casting shadows along the wall. You had a nostalgic smile on your face, taking in the Christmas tree with a longing sparkle in your eyes. You turned your head to look at him, meeting the hazel of his eyes as he grinned at you reverently. You blushed.

“Your present’s at my house, I’ll bring it over in the morning. Sarah’s super excited.”

“You two didn't need to get me anything.”

Joel sighed, but you just shook your head as he walked you to the front door.

“You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”

You chuckled starkly with a roll of your eyes.

“Why won’t you ever let yourself be happy? You deserve to be taken care of, too, y’know.”

You both paused at the front door, and he studied your face carefully, mouth in a straight line. You felt your blood pressure spike—there was a double meaning to your words, for certain, even if you hadn’t intended it. Something about the look in his eyes told you that he’d realized it, too.

“Don’t got time to worry ‘bout myself. Just wanna take care of my baby girl.”

He drawled, mostly in an attempt to defend himself, but also because he knew, deep down, that you were right. He felt paralyzed when you took a step closer to him, almost standing toe-to-toe.

“Then maybe you should let someone else take care of you, for a change.”

You breathed, hesitantly reaching up to brush at the soft brunette hair behind his ear with trembling fingers. You felt his breath hitch as you drew closer, almost as if he was magnetic.

Your face was alarmingly close to his own, head tilted upwards slightly to keep his gaze tied to yours. Your nose brushed against his, just barely, and the sensation sparked something within him as his hands unconsciously came to rest on your waist.

“Let me take care of you, Joel.”

You’d done all the heavylifting, but it was him who gave the final push—he closed the gap between you, lips meeting in a kiss riddled with passion and a deep, deep sense of yearning. The kiss was more certain than your first, more firm and concrete, and this time, you didn’t have to worry if Joel was going to disappear. He was here, in front of you, holding you, kissing you, and—

“I knew the mistletoe was a good idea.”

Joel jumped backwards, startling the both of you as your eyes shot up to the top of the stairs, where Sarah was standing in her pajamas, arms cheekily crossed over her chest.

The man looked at the ceiling above him and sure enough, a green bundle of mistletoe was pinned to the ceiling between you and him.

“Wha—how long—”

“Go to sleep, Sarah.”

You urged softly, an embarrassed smirk on your face, redness tinting your cheeks. The two of you had put up the decoration earlier that day as a bit of a prank on Joel, but somehow, it had come back to save your ass.

She rolled her eyes, groaning.

“Ugh, isn’t it morning yet?”

She whined, and you laughed, just as Joel seemed to regain his bearings.

“Go on back to bed, baby girl. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Yeah, sure you will.”

Sarah griped, but nonetheless dragged herself back to her bedroom. There was a significant gap between you and Joel, now, and the discomfort that was radiating from him was practically palpable.

“I—Sorry.”

You offered meekly, suddenly bashful at the interaction. You wanted to shrink into yourself as the man avoided your eyes. You drew in a deep inhale through your nostrils, searching within yourself to find a remedy for the situation—especially the sting of Joel’s clear shame at being caught kissing you.

“I, uh—I’ll see you tomorrow, Joel.”

He nodded awkwardly, reaching to open the front door for you. You stepped outside into the brisk December air, hugging yourself for warmth. Your eyes met his once more, and you offered a weak smile.

“Merry Christmas, cowboy.”

#tlou #the last of us #tlou series #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel x reader #tlou smut #tlou imagine #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfic #joel and ellie #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #projectionistwrites

[thegoodthebadthealternative]

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfiction. Chapter 34, an excerpt:

"Well, that sounds better than no plan, I suppose," Kanaya agreed. "We'll take a table far enough away that you don't feel like we're hovering."

"And we'll keep an eye out for you going mister cool guy mode if you flub too many open and honest type behaviors," Vriska added.

"Goddamnit, you were eavesdropping." Dave sighed, swinging his legs up so he could sit on the counter sideways, able to see both of them. "Was there any part of this convo that actually stayed private?"

"I could lie if it makes you feel better," Vriska said, shoving her hand in her jeans pocket. She pulled out a crumbled fifty-dollar bill. "Is this enough to cover these clothes? Walmart shirts are fine for casual wear, but if I look super schlubby, I'll stand out more."

"Hmm, I think that works out to just enough," Kanaya lied, taking the proffered fifty. She grabbed the security magnet remover from behind the counter. "Dave, can you help her get the tags off?"

"Nah, she's being hella shady." He refused the proffered tool. "Vriska, you're not gonna go gossiping to John about my tragicomic ass behavior, are you?"

"Depends," she replied, idly fiddling with the magnet on her tank top. Casually, she added, "how sure are we that Jade isn't a succubus?"

Kanaya sputtered. "What?"

"Seconded. What?" Dave chimed in.

"Wellllllll, the logic seems pretty obvious to me." Vriska cleared her throat, flicking the security tag onto the counter, which she'd apparently worked free without the magnet remover. She looked up at Kanaya, addressing her directly. "So, picture this. John and I are making cupcakes, right? John's in this cute ruffled apron with flowers on it. Some banter ensues- Dave calls him a housewife, John threatens to withhold the goods if he doesn't quit the jokes, and next thing I know, Dave is literally begging on his knees, hands clasped like a groveling peasant as he praises John's skills."

Dave groaned in embarrassment. "I swear it sounded better in my head as I was doing it."

"Psh, I bet." Vriska waggled her eyebrows. "So. He crawls in close, like just barely out of dick-sucking range, and then they just stare at each other, leaving me smelling way too much information about the direction their thoughts were wandering. John's dad was in the room and the dude totally forgot, his pupils were blown like he was on ecstasy. Absolutely atrocious, he's lucky humans can't smell or see that kind of detail from the other side of the room." 

"Dude, no, he was just staring at my antics. He's straight." Dave shook his head. 

"Do you need me to spell out exactly what I was smelling?" Vriska asked incredulously, whipping her head around to stare at Dave. "Maybe he's just so fucking drawn in by your cool guy shtick that he thinks you're the straight one, so he isn't talking flirty or whatever. But the body keeps the score on that kind of stuff, and he can't hide the reactions happening underneath the skin." 

"But what does that have to do with Jade?" Kanaya asked, trying to draw Vriska's intensity back in her direction. 

"Oh, just that John's first favorite subject was Dave, pre-party. They did that whole rap thing against Tavros and Gamzee, I thought they were two, maybe three drinks away from a successful maneuver on the dance floor. But then Jade shows up, and suddenly John is-" Vriska crossed her pointer and middle finger. "Like this with her for the rest of the party, even though Dave nearly got his brain melted. It was fucking weird . Then he doesn't even stop by to say hi to us, not one, but two days in a row, because he's too busy in the morning getting ready to hang out with Jade? Makes me think, maybe she's pulling some heavy seduction magic."

For a moment, the trio were silent, absorbing Vriska's words.

"Are you a conspiracy theorist? Genuinely asking," Dave said, crossing his arms.

Do you think Vriska is blowing things out of proportion? Read on to find out!

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative (449733 words) by Madam_Melon_Meow, sarcasticcelery Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider, Beta Kids & Beta Trolls, Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert & John Egbert, Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Becquerel (Homestuck), Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck), Vriska's Lusus, Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck), Dad Egbert, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Aurthour (Homestuck), The Condesce (Homestuck), Serenity (Homestuck) Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Humanstuck, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Human Lusii (Homestuck), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Demigods, Vampires, multi POV: all beta trolls & humans, The Horrorterrors (Homestuck), Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Violence, Magic, Aged-Up Character(s), the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vriska Serket has PTSD, Memory Loss, Scars, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Plot Twists, Unreliable Narrator, Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related, Skaianet Laboratories, beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll parents are not ancestors, monsterstuck, Break Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant, Good Person Gamzee Makara, Suicide Attempt by Proxy, Dissociation, Victim Blaming, Abusive Parents, sexually active teenagers, Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Monsterstuck: Suburban Catastrophe Summary: Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained. Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man. And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again. An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Saturday!

#dave strider #kanaya maryam #vriska serket #karkat vantas #eridan ampora #terezi pyrope #pepsicola #eridave #monsterstuck #in control

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Fuck, Marry, Kill me now

Pairing: Bishop Losa x F!OC Bishop's wife x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Threesome, slightly shy reader, Alcohol

Summary: You'd been working at the clubhouse bar for quite some time, and it was apparent that Bishop and his wife were the hottest thing in Santo Padre since hell lit up. Sure, you'd indulged and thought about what it'd be like to be sandwiched inbetween them, who wouldnt? But you assumed that it was always going to be a fantasy, that is until you're overheard one night playing a rather revealing drinking game...

A/N: Had this in the drafts for a while and had a little bit of time to finish it tonight. I just think that S1-2 Bishop and a potential badass hot wife topping me would be really fun and I just let my little bi heart run wild with this one.

It was crazy how a slip up one night playing such a silly game would change the course of your sex life forever, but then again things around Santo Padre were rarely normal. When nights spent dodging gunfire and flirting with killers was considered the usual it made sense that you’d end up in bed with Bishop and his old lady. 

It had been a slow night in the clubhouse. The guys were busy and wrapped up in so much of their own shit, that for once it was just you and the girls who worked the bar that remained. Normally you’d be up late cleaning. However that night, the little wooden shack was as clean as it could get, and when the boys were away it was only natural for you all to unwind a little.

So what did you all decide to do with your free time? Play stupid ass drinking games of course.

“Ok! Fuck, Marry, Killlllll…” Victoria shouted, breaking through everyone's giggles

The clubhouse had been practically shaking with everyone's laughter and it was filled with loud music playing over crackly bluetooth speakers. You were alive with the buzz of the cheap tequila that no one felt the boys would miss, and more energised than you’d been in a long time. 

Everyone managed to shut up for a second as Victoria glared around with her narrowed eyes and shushed till there was quiet. She’d looked around, trailing her gaze from the girls on the sofas and round everyone else sat on the rickety chairs that had been haphazardly sprawled in a messy circle. Once she was satisfied that the only noise left was the bassy music, she grinned like a vixen.

“Fuck, marry, kill: Creeper, Riz and Taz. Bambi, you start!” She said, directing her gaze at you.

They’d taken to calling you Bambi ever since your first day when you tripped up on spilt beer, and they’d never let you live it down. Although, if you were honest, you’d been clumsy plenty of times since then as well. It would always elicit an “aw, bambi” everytime. 

Everyone’s eyes were heavy on you, you felt a heat creep into your cheeks and looked down, avoiding all the stares. You’d much preferred truth or dare. Being made to make out and give fake lap dances was much more preferable than having to decide the fates of each of your bosses. What if it got back to any of them?

You had to come out of this night and continue to see them all everyday for christ sakes!

“Oh um…god do we have to do this,” you grumbled, taking another shot of tequilla.

You winced as it burned its way down your throat and grimaced further when you saw everyone rolling their eyes and folding their arms at you. You’d made an admirable suggestion, but clearly they weren’t biting. 

Fine then. The extra tequila had emboldened you at least. 

“Umm, ok well I guess fuck Riz,” you said with a shrug, taking out the easiest first. “Then-”

“Oh my god! What! Fuck Riz,” Lucia screamed, “Out of all those boys?”

“Lucia, don’t interrupt!” Victoria hissed, looking to her and back to you. “However, an explanation for each of your choices is vital in playing this game.”

You rolled your eyes at the added rules and went to grab the bottle of Jose Cuervo, but it was snatched from your grasp before you could pour another shot. Victoria met your glare with glee and held her finger up, waggling it at you.

“You only get to drink once you answer the question!”

“And give an explanation,” one of the other girls added.

You sighed, feeling a heaviness grow in your stomach as you got paranoid about the guys suddenly coming back and hearing you. Or even, what if they had cameras in the clubhouse? What if they were listening right then! 

You shook your head and took a breath, realising you were getting carried away with yourself. The sooner you answered the question the sooner the attention would be away from you.

“Fuck Riz cause he’s like the youngest so he’ll have stamina, Marry Creeper cause he has nice eyes, and kill Taza cause to be honest,” you shrugged, “his whole silent broody thing would get annoying.”

Everyone burst out laughing, but soon enough everyone else began rattling off their choices and reasons and the heat was off of you. Thank christ. 

You’d taken your winning shot and soon enough you were beginning to feel yourself slipping from tipsy to full on drunk. You were feeling more sloppy and free by the minute and suddenly you didn’t mind so much that you were all thirsting after the guys or plotting their demise. You were all equally as incriminated as each other at least.

I’d fuck him because he has all of those cool tattoos.

I’d kill him because I’d rather puke than wake up to him any day of the week.

I’d marry him because he has the biggest dick. Ask me how I know, someone please!

I’d kill him because he’d give me an STD…again.

You were surprised all the screeching you’d all been doing hadn’t summoned law enforcement. Though, no sirens or flashing lights came. Everyone just kept cycling through different combinations of guys and giving ever increasingly revealing answers. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed this much.

“Ok,ok,ok!” Victoria said, once again having to break up the raucous. “We haven’t done…um-hm…oh, oh, I know! Bishop, Angel, Coco! Who’s taking it?”

“Bambi hasn’t answered in a while,” Lucia chimed.

“Ew! Coco’s my cousin!” You squealed, making a gagging motion straight after. “I’d like to think that disqualifies me.”

“Oh shit…well you can still answer, just kill him,” Lucia said nonchalantly, taking another shot. 

Soon enough all the eyes were on you again, but the nervous feeling that had crept up your spine before was nowhere to be found. All your inhibitions were lowered and you didn’t care what all the other girls thought now. Especially when they’d all clearly been so much more involved in the club than you. So much more. 

“Right so killing Coco right away leaves me with…” you sighed, thinking about your next two choices carefully. “I guess…nah you know what, I’d kill Coco and Angel so I could fuck Bish and his hot old lady. AKA, create the only threesome worth being in.”

Of course your answer brought on the most squealing out of all the others. No one had chosen to break the rules yet, but your revelation had them all jumping up out of their seats and waving their drinks around. You, meanwhile, bit your lip and wondered if they’d all remember this the next day. You’d always been so shy usually, but the drinking and the easy atmosphere had broken down your barriers and you were already starting to regret it. 

“What’d I say it’s always the quiet ones!” Lucia cackled 

You felt your cheeks heat again, but you didn’t feel half as guilty. Your revelation was nowhere near as embarrassing as all the others you supposed. That is…only for the following few seconds.

“You think about that threesome alot, bambi?” A voice called out from the doorway.

That familiar voice cut thickly through the squeals and the music and suddenly it was as if time stopped. Your throat went dry and suddenly the scent of cheap booze and skunky smoke died out when the chill night air crept in from the widened doorway. 

A curvy silhouette loomed from the entrance, standing in all her glory. Her tattoos were barely visible in the darkness, but her sparkly makeup and raven hair shone in the moonlight. It was Daniela herself, in all her chilling glory.  

The way she’d said your name was frightening, as if you were little again and had gotten in trouble with the teacher. It felt like you were only two feet tall. You gulped and timidly stared over to the door, suddenly feeling more sober than you’d ever felt in your life. A chill clawed its way up your back when you locked eyes with the very woman you’d spoken of. 

Speak of the devil and his old lady and one of them shall appear apparently. 

“Daniela,” you squeaked.

Suddenly, despite not being very religious, you were scraping to recall the name of every saint you’d ever heard of and started mentally praying. You’d do the sign of the cross if it weren’t for every muscle in your body going taught with fear. You could only hope that given you were Coco’s cousin, he could do something to stop you from being ditched in an unmarked grave. Although, just as you’d come to think of it, you doubted it highly. 

“I think it’s time you all left, hm girls?” Daniela said, placing her hands on her hips.

That was the cue for everyone to leave. The cacophony of scraping chairs and dropped glasses was all you could process until suddenly you hopped into action. You realised you were about to be the only one left behind. And you’d be damned if you were just going to let it happen. 

You went to rush past Daniela and lose yourself in the crowd, but you had no such luck. She grabbed you with ease, like a hawk snatching a mouse, just before you could run out. Just as you were about to taste freedom. 

Soon enough you found yourself alone with Daniela’s claw like nails rooted into you. Only you and her, staring into each other's eyes, feeling like you’d lost a war. You could feel a tear threaten to fall, and flinched when Daniela raised her hand. Though, instead of slapping you, she brought her palm delicately to your cheek and stroked over your smooth skin. You would've moaned if this were any other situation. 

You opened your eyes again and frowned, staring into her honey brown irises and getting lost in them. You felt like a heavy tongued idiot. You were lost for words. You wanted to apologise profusely but you couldn’t bring yourself to break the now stark silence. So she broke it for you.

“You know what, I’m flattered,” She said finally. “I’m not even mad.”

You felt your eyes widen in shock and before you could even think to control it, your jaw dropped. You’d need to pick your chin off the floor to get home. 

“Y-you uh, you’re not?” you said, stealing a glance out the door, looking to see if any of the girls had remained. 

“Nah, I just figured I’d clear everybody out. Bish is meeting me back here and I’m gonna fuck his brains out. I thought I’d prefer not to have an audience,” she shrugged, talking as if she were discussing doing the laundry. 

Your heart skipped a beat and if you weren’t already gaping like a fish you’d be doing it again. For a split second you wondered if that was an invite, but you immediately dismissed the thought. You knew how possessive she was of her man, there was no way she’d share.

“So um…can i go?” you asked, coming to your senses finally.

“Of course,” she smiled sweetly, tapping you on the nose like you were a child. “After you clean up all the mess you and your little friends made.”

Your smile fell as she added on the second part, but soon you’d decided it was better not to test her patience any further. You nodded mindlessly and rushed over to where you and the girls had been gathered before, taking glasses into your arms and dumping them in the sink. You cleared up all the rubbish and moved the chairs back to their old spots, and just as you were about to rush over to the sink and wash the glasses you heard Daniela clear her throat.

“You can get to those in the morning,” she said, waving you off. “Obispo will be here any minute and I fully intend to be spread out on that pool table by the time he arrives.”

You took a glance over to the battered old pool table she’d spoken of then back at her, nodding dumbly once again. You considered it a blessing she was letting you off the hook with what was basically doing chores, and thought better than to say anything more incriminating than you already had.. 

You were about to turn to the doorway, but just as she jumped up on her table, she interrupted your departure. The way she spoke made your veins freeze. 

“If you were anyone else I’d have slit your throat in a fucking second…but you’re too sweet to worry about, aren’t you bambi?”

Your throat closed over as your gaze travelled over her figure. She was sitting with her soft legs spread out over the edge of the table, heels dangling in the air, her pouty lips looked so pretty you could hardly believe she threatened you with them.

But she had.

“I swear, I wouldn’t ever-”

“I know you wouldn’t,” she said, grinning like a cheshire cat, “You can go now.”

Breath returned to your body and you raced out, not wasting a second more to stick around and see if she would stab you, afterall. You raced out into the night, feeling your heart pumping in your ears and took off down the road. You didn’t care you’d be running forever to get home, in your flats no less, you were just grateful to remain alive.

-💀-

It’d been a week since you’d last shown up at the clubhouse and if you were being honest, you hadn’t thought you’d ever show again. Coco had messaged a few times wondering where you got to, and of course some of the girls had tried to pull some gossip from you, but you’d ignored them all. You were content to leave the bar behind forever.

Though that wasn’t what fate had in store for you.

You’d been sitting in your room all day flicking through social media and half heartedly looking for a normal job when you heard the familiar call of a harley racing down the road. You sighed and hoped that it wouldn’t stop, but ultimately the engine cut out in front of your house and wouldn’t you know it, the doorbell rang. 

At that time in the evening you knew it could only mean one thing. Someone wanted you to come in to work. 

You crept up from your bed, chest constricting like crazy and silently made your way to the door. After peering up into the peephole, you cursed and rolled your eyes at yourself, unlocking the entryway soon after. It was only Coco.

“Fucking hell,” you hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh my bad. I guess calling in for your cousin is rude these days! You haven’t answered your phone in ages, you’ve not been turning up for work, I thought you’d died or something, stupid!” Coco ranted.

You heaved out a breath and folded your arms, raising your chin in defiance. 

“Well as you can see, I’m fine. You can go,” you smiled, ready to close the door in his face.

“No, I can’t go,” Coco said, jamming his foot in your doorway. “I think Bish is mad you haven’t turned up in a while. He sent me here to ask you to come in tonight, there’s a party on and he needs girls at the bar.”

You’d pretty much tuned out as soon as the words “Bish is mad” left his mouth. Oh god, you were going to have to pay the piper now. Would you have to leave town? Could you do that? No, you didn’t have any money to your name and you had no way of getting any either. You were screwed. 

“B-Bishop asked for me?” you stuttered.

“Yeah. He still wants you round even after you’ve been all flaky and shit. Can I tell him you’ll be there or do I have to drag you in tonight?” Coco asked, his hard glare fixing on you. “Don’t forget who vouched for you! You messing Bishop around, makes it look like I’m messing him around, remember?”

“Ok, ok, jesus! Fine. I’ll come in. When does he need me?” you relented, feeling guilty that your fuckup would land on him.

“The others are there now. Just get ready and come in!”

-💀-

And so, that’s how you found yourself standing in front of the monolith that was the clubhouse. There was a knot in your stomach and a ringing in your ears that hadn’t left since the moment you’d slammed the door on Coco. This is the dump I’m gonna die in, you thought. 

You took a breath and ran a shaky hand through your styled hair, finally stepping toward the doorway. It felt like it weighed a ton. You slid through it like a shadow and just as you were hoping to make a low key entrance you heard gasps sound out around the room as everyone took you in. You’d been announced. Great.

“Holy shit, she’s still alive!” you could hear someone not so subtly whisper. 

You rolled your eyes and moved to go around back and put your things away, returning again to see everyone still staring. Apparently you were the biggest attraction of the night, dead girl walking was a hit.

“Yes, I’m here! What needs to be done?” you asked finally, hoping you could alleviate the tension.

They all ogled you for a little longer, but soon enough, Victoria stepped out from the small crowd and shoved you toward the bar, getting you to help load up on drinks. It was only then that everyone broke out of their collective trance and allowed you to get on with your business, not wanting to be seen slacking.

As everything returned to normal, everyone busying up around you, you started to feel at ease. It was like any other day in the clubhouse, like a natural rhythm had returned to the place. You got stuck into the routine of helping everyone and even managed to crack a smile or two. Things were going to be alright.

However, because you’d had your guard down you were entirely unprepared for what happened when the guys filtered in. As always, you’d gotten to work fetching them drinks and chatting away, engaging in your job and enjoying their playful flirting. Then, just as you’d grabbed Creeper a beer you froze when a worn hand reached out of nowhere and settled on your back.

You froze completely, knowing exactly whose hand it was before you’d even looked. You could smell the signature mix of faint perfume and strong tobacco that only ever emanated from one man after he was done fucking a certain someone.

“Nice to see you back, querida.”

You turned and locked eyes with the president, sheepishly offering him a smile and hoping you could sink into the ground. Though no amount of wishing would make it happen. He stood before you in his tight grey shirt and signature kutte looking just as handsome as ever. He even had a little scratch by his eye that added to that roguish handsome look. 

Oh shit snap out of it! 

Just as you were about to offer up a thousand apologies and plead for your life, he moved his hand round to your hip and tightened his grip. His rough lips hovered by the curve of your ear. You could feel his breath wash over your flesh and leave it in a goosebumpy mess. 

“Make sure to stay for the whole night. We have a job for you later,” he whispered, pulling away and winking at you.

You gawped at him and watched as he stalked off to go find someone that could go get him a drink. A girl that could actually function. He’d known he’d short circuited you for the time being. A job? You had no idea what that could mean and you could only stand and let the cogs in your mind turn as you tried to work out what that meant.

He didn’t seem malicious in any way when he’d said it. No, he just had that classic Bishop charm about him, he’d swaggered off as if he’d just told you he’d won a bet. No, he wasn’t mad and ready to kill you, he was…if you weren’t mistaken, the mood that burned in his chestnut eyes was…excited. 

“What was that all about?” 

You snapped out of your thoughts and whirled around to see Coco’s confused face, biting your lip as you tried to come up with an excuse. 

The fact that the threesome thing hadn’t spread round the whole club like wildfire had you questioning the gossip mill. Though, you recalled there had been so much spread round that night, perhaps they’d been worried that once one secret split the whole dam would break. That wouldn’t end well for most of the girls. 

You sighed and got your thoughts in line, shaking your head.

“None of your damn business, Johnny,” you snapped.

Coco looked stunned for a second, but soon enough he’d shrugged it off and stalked back to Angel with a “whatever”. 

Thank god Coco wasn’t the inquisitive type, you thought. You shrugged and got back to work, soon realising that guys from different charters were filtering in and they needed paying attention to the most. You had to make a good impression for the club. For Bishop, a small voice chimes in the back of your head. 

From then on, you kept your mind on serving and tried desperately not to think about what Bishop had talked about. You hoped that if you kept your mind off of it, he wouldn’t turn around and decide to shoot you in the head. Acting like some kind of Gomez Adams for his Morticia, it would be just like him to do something morbid in the name of love. 

As the night went on the crowd had swelled and grown rowdier and rowdier, when the boys celebrated they celebrated hard. Though, eventually they began to filter out. Guys were finding girls to take to seedy motels and as it got later there were more and more people dropping like flies, passing out over the couches and floors.

Daniela had caught your eye at one point in the night, she’d been standing by the pool table and winked at you when you caught her gaze, looking pointedly at the table just to remind you that she’d been on it not so long ago, probably fucking in every position there was. It made you shudder, though whether from fear or something else you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that you felt warmth swirling in you soon after.

You kept your head down despite it though. You went through the motions of grabbing more beers and cleaning bottles, trying to do damage control for the next day. Just as you were grabbing a couple of empty Coors, you were stopped from putting them away when a body stepped into your path. 

You inhaled deeply and stared up from her fishnet clad legs, and finally to Daniela’s face. Apparently your fight or flight instit was lacking because instead of running away like a scared little girl, you froze and looked up at her like a deer in headlights. Your hands shook and you dropped the bottles, wincing when they crashed to the floor and smashed neatly at your feet.

A couple of glances went your way, but soon enough everyone got back to their own business, not wanting to be caught staring at Bishop’s old lady. You gulped and were about to start babbling like an idiot, scrambling for an apology, but apparently you were too scared to do that too.

“Careful, bambi,” Daniela drawled, kicking the big shards out the way with her chunky heels. “Don’t want you to get hurt. We’ve got big plans for you.”

“Y-you have?”

“Mmm, thought I told you, Bambi,” A voice growled from behind you. “We have a proposition for you.”

You turned quickly and spun right into Bishop, eyes going wide as you stared at the president. His expression was unreadable, his eyes were intense on you but his lips were quirked in a slight smile. You had no idea what was going to happen. Though you had noticed he’d changed from saying it was a job and now a proposition all of a sudden. What did that mean exactly? 

They were either going to fuck you or have fun fucking each other after disposing of your corpse. You’d narrowed it down to those possibilities at least.

You gulped and just as you were about to move out of Bishop’s space, he grabbed your arms and pulled you toward him, pressing his mouth to your ear. You could feel the warm leather of his kutte and the tickle of his moustache light up your flesh, drawing more shallow breaths from you.

“Be a good girl and come with us,” he whispered lowly. 

You nodded, feeling your throat go dry and your heart race. This was it, you were going to find out what fate they had in store for you. Once Bishop was satisfied you’d follow, he released you from his tight grip and walked ahead toward templo. He navigated expertly round fallen drunk bodies while you stumbled forward and Daniela followed behind.

You felt small again when you finally walked into the sacred space, swallowed into the darkness and feeling 2 feet tall. There was only one dim light illuminating the room and it flickered ever so slightly, putting your nerves on edge. You bit your lip and just as you were about to ask what they wanted with you, you cried out when you were shoved toward the table. 

You slammed back into it, grabbing the rough edge with your hands, feeling the cold hardwood dig into your back. Everything seemed to be happening too fast, the room was spinning. The two figures advanced toward you. You swallowed down a breath and watched as they both came to a stop and looked from you to each other with heavy lidded gazes and restless hands.

“Was it true what you said that night?” Bishop finally said, reaching out and tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

Your flesh burned as his calloused hands stroked circles into it. It felt like your blood was igniting in your veins right there and you were going to burn up. Though, maybe that was just the shyness that was eating you up as you tried to avoid their eyes.

“W-what?” You finally asked, mentally cursing at how dumb you sounded.

“Oh, Bambi, don’t play stupid,” Daniela said, reaching out and digging her freshly manicured nails into the soft flesh of your thigh. “Do you need me to repeat what you said?”

Your leg burned where her nails were scraping, but that sensation combined with Bishop’s hands softly grazing your face was enough to have you shaking with pleasure. You knew for a fact if you touched yourself right now you’d be on fire, you’d be dripping. 

“I- uh-”

“You said that if you had the choice you’d want to fuck Bishop and his hot old lady,” she interrupted, grinning effortlessly with that pearly white smile of hers.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” You giggled nervously, feeling your stomach flutter.

Bishop chuckled at you, revelling in how shy you were. It wasn’t what he was used to and part of him was excited by it. He liked knowing that you held them to such a high regard, he was getting off on the fact that you were there on that table, letting them touch you and clearly getting just as horny as they were. Even despite your fear.

He’d looked over to his wife and grinned when he caught his mirror image, his woman thinking just the same. Daniela was possessive of her man sure, but there was something about you that made her want to own you too. To have you there admiring her and Bishop like they were Mayan gods and you a disciple, she wanted to be worshipped and she knew she could get that from you. Her own little endorphin shot. 

“When Dani told me what you said, I thought it was cute. I was surprised that she let you away so lightly, but then it occurred to me that maybe she actually liked your little idea…and then when we were on that pool table and I asked her if she wanted to make you our little bitch she clenched on me like a fucking vice, bambi,” Bishop rasped, suddenly gripping your jaw and making you gasp. 

You squeaked at the thought of them discussing you while they fucked and swore that you’d feint right then and there. Was this a dream? You licked your lips and stole glances at both of them, feeling your thighs start to tremble and grow light. You were clutching at the table just to stay up now. 

“So what do you say? You wanna be part of the only threesome worth being in?” Daniela asked innocently, trailing her nails gently up and down your thighs now. “You can say no if you want to. But something tells me you won’t.”

If your heart were to beat any faster you’d be sure that they’d both have heard it. You were incapable of forming any words now, your lips were about to open and form some sort of reply but then your head was too empty to come up with anything. You just nodded instead, slowly at first and then frenzied, moaning under your breath. You’d be crazy to say no. 

And just like that, it felt like you’d  ordered a hit on yourself. Bishop fastened this hand around your neck and his eyes transformed into darkened pits. Daniela moved behind Bishop and kissed his neck, grinning at you impishly while you stared up with big helpless eyes. 

“Get on your knees then, Bambi. Be a good girl for us,” Bishop growled. 

You whimpered and did as he said straight away, falling to your feet and landing straight by his crotch. That wasn’t an accident though, he pushed your face into it and had you inhaling his hardness. You were flush with his pulsing dick, feeling as it grew bigger with every passing second, throbbing away at your heating cheeks.

Daniela moved around to your back, coming to Bishop’s front so that she could share a passionate kiss with him. You could hear their breaths come in hot and heavy while you lingered there by Bishop, feeling your eyes grow progressively wider as you realised how huge he actually was. Your breath started to go and for a second as you watched them, a silent observer allowed into their love making. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Thats a real man’s cock right there Bambi. Guaranteed better than any son of a bitch you’ve ever been with” Daniela said, voice heavy with lust as she spared a glance down at you. “Do you want a taste? Wanna get it warmed up for me?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned.

You didn’t need to think twice about it. You were practically salivating already. You reached up to his waistband and grabbed at his belt, pawing it off and making quick work of his buttons. It sprang out hard and thick right before your eyes and had you already gasping as you took it in fully. Daniela wasn’t kidding, that dick was better than any other you’d seen before.  

“Mmm, she’s so eager, baby. She’s a little slut for us,” Bishop groaned, fisting his hand into your hair. 

You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t have anything to say back to that. You were a slut when it came to them apparently. Especially when Bishop was gripping your head and holding his cock out to you like you were his loyal pet and that was your treat. In fact, the situation didn’t feel far off. 

“You want this cock? You tell us how much you want it, tell us how much of a whore you are,” Bishop grinned.

You looked up helplessly to them both and bit your lip, repressing your embarrassed smile. This was like Christmas. This was a dream come to life, they were so degrading, but you loved it. How could you not revel in their attentions, whatever attention that might be. 

“I’m a whore,” you murmured at first, still chewing on your lip. “I’m a little whore and I wanna warm your cock up for Daniela, gonna get it nice and wet.”

Daniela’s eyes lit up when you said her name and she smiled wide at your admission. She was getting off on this just as much as you were. You felt her chase off Bishop’s hand from your head and replaced it with her own. She urged you toward her husband's cock and guided you, telling you how to lick and suck it just right. 

While you nuzzled at Bishop’s crotch, Bishop got to work undressing his wife. He unbuttoned her tight black denim shorts and rucked them down with her fishnets, pulling her top over her head straight after and chucking it away without ceremony. Her soft curvy body was revealed to you in full and you almost choked in double when you saw her standing above you like something out of a dirty film. 

“You think she’s pretty, Bambi? Tell her how pretty she is,” Bishop grunted, straining with effort. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife.”

Oh, she was pretty alright. You squeaked when Bishop pulled his cock from your mouth. 

“You’re like a goddess,” you breathed, licking your wet lips. “So pretty.”

“Aren’t you sweet, bambi! Why don’t you come up and give me a kiss?”

It was like you were hypnotised. You stood immediately, eager to do whatever she asked and kissed her. She was so soft and warm, and she tasted like sugar and fruity cocktails. Just like heaven. You were losing yourself, feeling like you were falling into a fantasy. 

Before you could fully comprehend that your own clothes were coming off, you were standing before her equally naked. Bishop had expertly taken down zippers and buttons and shrugged off every last scrap of material, which you’d failed to notice until you felt him pressed to your back. The rough leather of his kutte sent shivers through your spine. 

“You’re a pretty little thing yourself,” he said in a lowly voice. “Been hiding all this away from us, you little minx.”

Soon enough you were sandwiched between them, lost in kissing Daniela and then being turned to kiss Bishop, until eventually you were all naked and making out in a sloppy circle. It felt like your breath was getting heavier and heavier, your head was light and suddenly you were feeling a high you’d never felt before, moaning lowly into their sweet mouths. 

“Such a needy little whore, Bambi,” Bishop rasped, pulling away from your desperate mouth. “Why don’t you bend over that table and show us that cute little ass, huh?”

In less than a second you were bent over the table, staring into the darkness at the end of the room as the couple indulged in looking you over. You could feel the heavy weight of their stares on you. Their hands drifted over your cheeks, pulling and squeezing and scraping their nails, drowning you in a flurry of feelings. 

Then, before you could prepare for it, a sharp slap fell over your ass causing you to cry out and look back at them both with wide eyes. It had your heart thumping and spine tingling. 

“Aw, does baby not like it too rough?” Daniela teased. 

“No-yes, i mean- wait yes do it again,” you rasped, not quite all there enough to be coherent. 

“Poor kitten, doesn’t know what way’s up,” Bishop chuckled, following up with another hard slap. 

“She doesn’t need to, just needs to do what she’s told, right baby?”

“Right.”

You Yelp again when another slap comes and feel your head grow fuzzy, losing yourself in the burning. It’s not long until the unforgiving slaps are replaced with fingers working their way past your thighs and through your folds. There’s a buzz letting loose through your body and you can feel your tummy getting tight with the building sensation.

You’re getting wet, you can feel it and even hear it a little as Bishops fingers continue to work on you. He’s erratic, growing lazy as he makes out with his wife and slows down on you. It had you whimpering out with frustration. You need him to go a little faster, you need more. 

“Oh are you getting needy, Bambi?” Daniela asks, breaking away from her husband. “You need more?” 

“Uh huh, please please, more,” you beg, hoping for some relief.

You can hear them both whispering to each other for a moment, though what they’re saying you don’t know. All you were aware of was that Bishops hand had slowed to a complete stop. Now you were getting nothing. Were you above crying for more? The thought was filling your mind more than any other. 

A few moments later Daniela moved around to your front and stroked a hand through your hair. It had you arching your back. It wasn’t the touch you needed, but any sort of attention was something. It had you looking up into Daniela’s calculating eyes with a pleading look, watery with need. 

“Make some room, Bambi,” she murmured, her voice was sultry now. 

You picked up on her tone and the way her body leaned into the table, and realised her intentions right away. She wanted to sit in front of you, sit in front of your face. Your cheeks heated up, but you managed to oblige despite your brain melting down. 

You moved aside and let her lay in front of you, she was flat on the table. Her chest rising and falling a little heavier now that your breath was huffing out fast into her mound. Your eyelids were drooping heavily with lust. 

“Now, bambi, have you ever eaten pussy before?” bishop asks, renewing his teasing touches.

Bishops fingers are practically gliding through your lips. You’re so wet, so ready for him. Goddammit, why couldn’t he go a little faster? Wait - it registers he asked you a question. 

“Y-yes,” you answer shyly. “I was with a girl for a little bit.”

“Mhmm, that’s good bambi,” he chuckles, finger snagging at your entrance. “Bit of experience puts you at an advantage. See, the game is simple. If you can make my woman cum before I make you cum, I’ll be very generous. I’ll give you my cock. If not, then you can watch while I fuck my pretty little wife and then we’ll give you a spanking you won’t ever forget. What do you say?”

Your mind whirrs with what Bishop says and you feel your tummy do a flip. This is the hottest thing you’ll ever be involved in. This is a goddamned fantasy come true. You could hardly believe it was real. 

“Yes, Bishop! Yes, please,” you whine, already clasping at Daniela’s thick thighs.

Her skin is so soft you swear it’s like grasping at a cloud. You look over her body and bite your lip, you’re ready. You’re ready to lap at the glistening pussy in front of you, and you’re ready to get fucked by Bishop after your victory. You can practically feel the smile curling at your lips already. 

“Ugh, what are you waiting for, Bambi? You want a fucking invitation?” Daniela moaned out.

That’s all you needed. The game begins. You flick your tongue out gingerly to start with, picking up on the whimpers that work their way out of that pretty mouth. You listen out for every little whine and every twitch of her legs and stomach, responding to them all. Her warm salty taste drifts over your tongue and fills your senses, dulling your mind as it slowly grows drunk with need. Your strokes grow bolder and you pull yourself closer to her, nuzzling into her pussy and drawing out those delicious cries.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh my god!” She moaned out, getting lost in her reverie. 

“Mm, that feel good baby? You enjoying our little fucktoy?” Bishop asked, his voice thick with lust. 

“Yes, shit - yes!”

You could only be privy to their conversation, not a part of it. Although, you were so mentally occupied you couldn’t have even formed words anyway. 

Despite how busy you got yourself though, nothing could distract you from Bishop's fingers. They were so thick and had the perfect feel on your swollen clit. His calloused hands grazed on all the right spots. It had you writhing, almost screaming out when he started adding fingers inside you, stretching you out and making you crazy with lust. 

Your whole body was shaking. It felt like you were a firework about to explode. You can feel your legs losing all sensation, so overwhelmed by all the stimulation. Your head was feeling heavier and your jaw was slowly aching, there was a temptation to give into Bishop, to let go and let yourself cum on his skilful fingers. It’s not like you wouldn’t get off like crazy just watching Bishop and Daniela fucking, you’d thought to yourself. 

But, God, you didn’t really want to stop though. Hearing the noises that were coming out of Daniela was too heavenly. Knowing it was you and not Bishop doing that to her made it all the sweeter. Another moan came that made you redouble your efforts, curling your hand around her thigh even tighter and adding a finger and then another. You were creating a symphony of screams now. 

Your breaths were coming in sharp and fast, Bishop was chucking behind you. He knew how hard it was for you to keep going without cumming. Your thighs were shaking like mad and you were so wet and sloppy. 

“Aw, little bambi. That feel good? You like my fingers in your little pussy, hm? You wanna come on my hand? Wanna let go for me?” Bishop growled, egging you on. “C’mon Bambi, let go, cum for me.”

God he was gonna be the death of you. 

Your whole body felt completely overheated. Like you were going to melt all over the table. You were screaming out into Daniela’s pussy, but judging by the sounds drowning out your screams above you, she was close too. You were both writhing together like something out of a porno and Bishop was getting the perfect view of it all. He was the president in all aspects, the winner at the head of the table.

You sped up your pace, tongue moving wildly against her, fingers diving into her wetness with reckless abandon. You both sang together in a cacophony of moans, your throat was aching, Daniela was straining. 

Then, just as you were beginning to feel yourself give in to Bishop, you felt Daniela grab a fistful of your hair. She screamed and pushed herself onto you, drenching you in her wetness. 

“Fuck!” She was cursing, laying out a whole string of profanity. 

And soon enough you were chasing your high as well, coming apart on Bishop's fingers. Your entire body tensed up and then you were undone, your head was empty. All that was left was white noise and Daniela’s wetness all over your naked body. The sound of silence and your pleasure all swirling into a delicious ecstasy inside your mind.

“Ladies! That was quite a show. Look at you both,” Bishop chuckled, “Dani, my love, I’m almost jealous. How long’s it been since you were sprawled out like that for me?”

Bishop stood over your legs, shuttering them in between his big arms as he leaned on the table you were sprawled out on. The very table he used to conduct business everyday. The table where life and death decisions were made, where you’d had a little death of your own. 

“Mm, you had me like this this morning Obispo, don’t undersell yourself,” Daniela moaned, recovering her breath once again. “Shit, bambi, you really did a number on me. Who knew you had all that in you.”

You smiled weakly, head almost too full of fuzz to respond beyond a series of moans. Almost. You were coherent enough to feel proud of your achievement. You were practically glowing with the knowledge that you were the one that had Bishop's old lady screaming like that. 

“I got more in me if you want it,” you said brazenly, biting your lip while you gushed at her reaction. 

“Well you say that now…” she smiled, sitting up and stretching out toward you, locking you into a quick kiss. “But we’ll see how you do with getting fucked silly by my husband, hm?” 

You gulped, not realising what you’d gotten yourself into until Bishop was suddenly on you again, rutting into you with his big thick cock. He slicked it through your wet folds, stroking through the wetness there and getting himself ready to wreck you. You were already gripping at the table in anticipation. Soft whimpers escaping from your mouth.

He took his time getting prepared. Had you needily moaning into Daniela’s mouth as she continued to steal a taste of herself from your lips. Your head was still ringing with fuzz and static from your last orgasm, but already, you could feel another beginning to build. The way his cock was pressing up against your clit was slowly driving you wild.

“Are you ready for me, Bambi? Mhmm? Wanna cum all over my cock, filthy girl?” Bishop rasped, still lazily rutting against you.

You were freed for a moment to answer, though you were slow on the uptake. It was hard to answer when you were panting so hard and pussydrunk to boot. There was barely a neuron left firing in your head.

“Please,” you moaned, whimpering like a mess. “Please, Bishop. Wanna get fucked. Please fuck me.”

“Aw, you beg so pretty, Bambi,” Bishop teased, rocking deliberately harder against your clit. “What do you think, Dani? You think she’s ready?”

You looked up and gazed into Daniela’s eyes, watching as she surveyed the scene in front of her with a sly smile and wondered vaguely if you might still be up for the chopping block. There was something so unnerving about the way she was looking at you. Though, you would soon come to learn you weren’t half as prepared as you thought you were for the fucking you were about to recieve.

“Give it to her hard, baby. Make her scream!” she rasped, tightening her grip on your hair.

And just like that, she’d unleashed the bull from his pen. Bishop’s cock caught your entrance and punched up, sliding all the way in and to the point that you were already heaving breaths. The stinging of his fullness was soon replaced by waves of harsh pleasure that rolled and crashed, carrying you away into a sea of sensation.

You were screaming and clutching at Daniela, burying yourself in her softness, continuing to accept her sloppy kisses, until you were pushed back down to her pulsing pussy. It gave you the perfect excuse to grab onto her thighs, clutching at her as if you were drowning. You, buried yourself into her and lost yourself, moaning like someone possessed as the feeling of Bishop’s cock driving in and out of you sent you wild. In and out, pistoning like a porn star.

“This pussy feels so good Bambi, you got such a greedy little cunt. You’re falling apart for me like a little whore,” Bishop panted, still maintaining his punishing rhythm. “You gonna come for me again? Gonna make my dick feel good?”

You moaned, too lost in his wife’s pussy for any real words.

“Ugh, Bishop, my love, I can practically feel you through her, fuck,” Daniela moaned, banging her hand down on the table through a particularly hard thrust. 

“Yeah? She making you feel good, princessa? Fuck, such a good little fuck toy, isn’t she?”

“Ugh, I could take her home,” she squealed.

“We could - ugh - Lock her away and take her out to play with whenever we want.”

“Oh, baby. I bet she’d like that, such a good little doll for us.”

“Fuck!” you screamed, your cries muffled.

Their words were getting to you, tangling through your mind and tightening the chord that was threatening to come undone. You were on the brink of another orgasm. You could feel it straight down to your toes, your whole body was alive with a steady thrum that cut through you like a scalpel.

“Ugh, come on, slut. Cum for us, come for us now. Go! Scream!”

You only barely heard Bishop before you were screaming out and clenching on his cock. You could hear yourself feintly, but only barely. Every little fibre of your being was lost to the couple now, letting them take complete control of you. You were theirs now, completely at their mercy. Just as you’d always fantasised.

You could feel Bishop ease up on you a little, starting to slow down his thrusts until he was barely moving. He rested in your over sensitive pussy for a moment, revelling in your soft warmth and gently eased himself out after a minute or two. It drew out a low moan from you, made you jump against the rough wood. You could shamefully feel the warmth of your wetness spreading over your thighs, your pussy was weeping.  

Daniela’s hands stroked through your hair for a second or two as her and Bishop shared a whispered conversion. The soft tones and the gentle petting was calming you, making the fuzziness recede and the darkness seem less all consuming. Then you were back in the room again.

“Poor little Bambi, all fucked out,” Daniela cooed, stroking your cheek. “Why don’t you take a break, hm? Just lie there and watch, pretty girl.”

Daniela was moving to your side and dutifully you pulled yourself up onto the table and lay there fully, staring as Bishop lined himself up with his wife and drew her into a hard kiss. Their lips came together noisily and you watched on, completely enraptured as they grabbed at each other and explored familiar paths along each other's skin. It was true love if you’d ever seen it.

You sighed breathily and soon enough Bishop was parting from her lips and grabbing his wife’s hair, staring intently as if he were about to say the most important words in the world, whispering something in the shell of her ear. You bit your lip, and despite how ward you’d come already, you felt stirrings in your tummy again as you watched them. There was something so hot about being an observer, lying there in your fading ecstacy and watching as they engaged in their heated ritual.

“Ugh, you feel so fucking tight for me, Pincessessa,” Bishop rasped, finally sliding into his wife. “You ready to put on a show?”

“Always ready, my love,” she moaned, gripping onto Bishop’s shoulders tight. “Always…ugh! Fuck, keep your eyes on us, Bambi. Watch how I take his cock.”

You moaned out, mesmerised by the sight in front of you and lay back into the table, settling into the warm wood below. You were quite happy to do whatever they asked, feeling like the cat that got the cream. Even if you were to die that night, you’d mused, you knew you’d die happy.

Who knew drinking games could be so fun? 

#bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #mayans fanfic #mayans au #mayans mc #michael irby

[shutupandplayasong]

Ok ok ok time to talk about the show!!!!

(Warning this going to be beyond hectic I'm quite literally shaking with excitement and also it's 1 am)

Justin's floofy little hyena mohawk gives me LIFE it looks so good

Instead of the ukulele being tossed onto stage by someone below, the funeral director guy tosses it to Beej

After the sad puppet show BJ screams out "I'm burning! I'm burning! I thought this only happened to books that make kids gay!" And I literally gasped. I don't know if that was written into the script or if it was improv but holy shit

During TWBDT Part 2, when BJ tries to spell his name a second time, he pulls his sleeve back to read a little cheatsheet to spell it correctly. My illiterate little himbo ❤

Instead of "Sadness is like kale salad, no one likes it, throw it out" Delia says "Sadness is like a third nipple, it's a part of you but no one wants to see it"

During Charles and Lydia's dead mom argument, Delia is just waggling her triangle around and slow motion dancing. No thoughts, just vibes

When Charles and Delia are making out on the table, Charles is full on sniffing her foot and rubbing his face against it like a cat..... Chuck has a foot fetish confirmed.

Someone already posted about the guacamole story and jesus fucking christ man

When Barb gives her "best primal screams" she gives a very half hearted "blehhh" and then hits a fucking opera note on her second attempt?? I'm love ??

BJ'S MIC IS BEDAZZLED

It's also small enough to fit up his sleeve. Big spooky demon with this dinky tiny glittery microphone. I love it.

I swear to god in Charles' room there's this big ass sculpture that looks like a giant butt plug. I did an actual double take. I couldn't focus on anything else during that scene.

Except the fact that Delia had a juul pod im pretty sure?

After Say My Name, when the curtain drops, Adam is all like "We should bring the sheets" "No" "Well we should bring the sheets just in case" "Adam, no, come on!" "Ok I won't bring the sheets :("

After Beej is pushed off the roof a little puff of smoke is blown onto the stage like a cartoon

When Beej crawls out of the table when Lydia calls him there's this god awful squelching sound

After That Beautiful Sound, when BJ is explaining his plan to his clones, one of the women is stood there wiggling her fingers and popping her hips out and she's so cute!!

I never really cared about Otho but the man who played is a whole ass Shane Madej caricature and I kind of love him now

We unfortunately do not get red Beetlejuice, but for a split second the lights give him a similar effect and while it's not the same, I will take it. It's better than nothing I suppose

I love the yellow and blue suit on Justin he's so hampsome 🥺💞😭🥺💘😢💖💗😭

To fill in the awkward silence after the "we both have dead moms" joke, BJ fucking bounces on Juno's severed leg like a pogo stick????? It literally sucked the air out of my body and I had to force myself to breath so I didn't start wheezing and disrupting the whole auditorium

We got confetti'd after the curtain call and I grabbed 3 handfuls :) That's not really a note on the show, I just felt like sharing

Ok on to my feelings about the cast:

Justin:

Listen, no one can ever top Alex, but I'll be damned if Justin isn't a close second.

Just constantly screaming and doing his little dancy dance, even if it's during normal dialogue that does not call for screaming or dancy dancing.

Not much in the feral behavior department, but he sticks his tongue out so. much. A lot of sarcastic gasping too like sir close your mouth before bugs start crawling inside

He takes his sweet time finishing dialogue. There were several times where there would be a good 30 seconds of dead air, and every time the laughter died down it would start up and fill the silence again. I don't know what spell he cast to make the audience do that but it was a good one.

I'll be honest I wasn't so sure about him when the casting was announced but god damn it he just has so much charisma I want to get on all fours and bark for him

Im not taking that back btw you're gonna have to live with me saying that

Isabella:

My favorite Lydia hands down.

Her Lydia has so much attitude she's almost a bit of a bully. There's so much sarcasm and angst and anger in her delivery. She plays the moody teenage girl character well.

Not really an acting not but Isabella has such big, expressive eyes. Granted, I had pretty close seats, but you can still see her eye rolls and quirked eyebrows from the stage it's amazing.

Overall she's a fantastic Lydia and again, my absolute favorite. No shade to Sophie, but I feel like her Lydia was... a bit whiny and immature. Isabella is truly grieving her mother and you can see how much of a toll all these changes are having on her. I absolutely love the edge and the bite she brings to Lydia.

Britney and Will:

These two.

These two are out of fucking control for real.

Take the goof factor from the original Maitlands and crank that shit up to 11.

Gonna have to agree with Beetlejuice though, Will's Adam is quite sexy...

"Adam... You're boring. But! You're sexy. You should own that." *cue Will doing a full body roll*

I dont know if it's his height or voice or line delivery but he just seems a lot less... idk pathetic? than the original Adam. It's a nice change of pace. I always wished they did more to develop his character.

Britney brings a lot of spunk to Barbara. Like Barbara has always been the slightly more adventurous one in the relationship but Britney really makes her shine.

OG Barbara is a bit more subdued but Britney's body language is so big? I guess is the right word? So many big gestures and so much movement. Im always a big fan of when actors use their whole bodies to deliver their lines instead of just standing pin straight and talking.

Kate:

I've noticed a lot of people don't really like her Delia and while she isn't my number one favorite either, I still think she does a good job

OG Delia, I feel, is out of touch with the times and trying to be "hip" while still being old school. Kate's Delia is very much aware of "kids these days" and is an obnoxious try hard. I kind of like her take on the character in that sense.

Delia has absolutely no concept of personal space. She stands wayyyy to close to Lydia and whenever Lydia gets fed up, she gets in Delia's face to give her a taste of her own medicine. I LOVE the dynamic between them.

Also Kate's Delia is lowkey kind of bullied by Lydia? Like Lydia is actually pretty mean to her. Again, I love how Kate and Isabella interact with each other. There's a lot more turmoil and strain between these two that I feel was lacking in the original production (at least from what I've seen in the bootlegs I've watched).

Jesse:

Not as imposing or strict as OG Charles, but I like it. I don't prefer it, but I like it.

I feel like Jesse's Charles wears his heart on his sleeve? You can really hear how tired and lost and confused he is when he's struggling to communicate with Lydia.

I never cried while watching bootlegs but damn it, their performance of Home almost made me cry...

Also if anyone would like to drop me off at the theater tomorrow so I can snag those remaining $30 single seat tickets my address is-

#beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #a vck original #long post #beetlejuice

[mollymagician]

Dreamling Week Day 7: AUs

…been battling with this for a month. Dreamling people, ilu, I haven’t wanted to write chapter-length fic in years, what have you done to my brain.

Wanted to have a whole first chapter to post but getting ready to travel for a week messed up my whole groove. Human AU. Dream is a reclusive street artist who can do things that are inexplicable. Hob is intrigued, and also glad it’s not pink penises this time. Matthew is Matthew, with thumbs.

Hob woke at too-fucking-early o’clock on a Wednesday morning to a text from Matthew. Several texts, in fact, though all but the first were just strings of exclamation points and emojis. Which wasn’t entirely unusual but he was entirely too tired to try and decipher it all.

Might want to come down and see this, boss, we got Dreamed!

“What the hell??” He scrubbed his hands over his face and rolled over, shoving the phone beneath the pillow. It wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, considering it continued to buzz. Incessantly.

Hooooob

Hob, I know you’re awake

Get down here my good dude

Robert.

Im gonna throw rocks at your window again

HHOOOOOOOOOBB

Christ all right I’m coming

he texted back, eventually, toothbrush dangling out of his mouth. Five minutes, a pair of jeans and yesterdays jumper later he was clattering down the stairwell that led from his flat to the side lot of the pub that occupied the lower level of the building. He pushed open the exterior door and ran face-first into a small crowd.

“Matthew!!!” he called. “Matt, what is the— oh, hell.”

Matthew— good friend, pub manager, and reason why the ground under his window was littered with landscaping gravel— pushed his way past the gawkers and said, “Morning!”

Hob tilted his head, trying to make sense of what he was seeing with fifteen people plus Matthew sticking their phones in his line of sight to snap photos. “Yeah, good bloody morning. What exactly am I looking at?”

Graffiti was what they were all looking at, presumably, but the last time he’d had to scrub any off the side of the Inn, it was a neon pink penis and the words BITE ME MARGARET. This was altogether different. Over an area eight feet wide by nearly eight feet tall, each individual brick in the New Inn’s dignified old facade was…colored? It created a pixelated riot of hues, but Hob couldn’t see any particular rhyme or reason behind it.

Matthew elbowed him. “Cool, huh?”

“I…suppose?” Hob said. “I mean, usually when we get vandalized it’s just someone wanting to slag off the monarchy or something, I guess this is a nice change.”

Matthew snorted. He reached out and plopped a hand down unceremoniously on the top of Hobs head. He tugged him backwards a few feet, and then a bit to the right, waggled his head just so, and said, “There, look again.”

Hob blinked and did as he was told. “Oh.”

Sunflowers. An eight-foot-tall bunch of sunflowers splashed across the brickwork, now clear as day when before they’d been a choppy blur.

“Eh!? Eh!?? I know, right!”

Hob stepped past the thinning gaggle of onlookers and reached out to touch the wall at eye level, rendered a brilliant golden yellow by—whatever this was. It hadn’t been here the day before and he expected still-damp paint, but it was something soft and powdery that flaked off the brickwork and stained his fingers. “Is that…chalk?”

“Yeah, I forget how out of touch you are these days.” Matthew followed, snapping closeups from a few different angles as he went. “He always uses chalk. Or she. Maybe she. Not trying to be, you know, sexist. S’just they’ve got that whole Bansky thing going on right now so who the hell knows, really.”

Hob’s felt his eyebrows doing the complicated little dance they did anytime he was trying to follow along with one of Matthews tangents. “They who?” he finally managed.

Matthew pointed to the bottom corner of the mural, where, rendered in weirdly precise swirls of chalk, was the word DREAM.

#dreamling #DreamlingWeek2023 #human AU #dream of the endless #hob gadling #*beats brain into submission* #writing time!!

[synthient]

Do you think the Exile club scene changed in any noticeable way between the original trilogy and Resurrections?

As a matter of fact. It just so happens that I have a year-old abandoned fic fragment. which was supposed to be about Berg having a one night stand with Smith. and then having to justify to Morpheus 2.0 why he fucked his dad (1 of 3) (probably the worst one to find out your shipmate just fucked). Anyway I only got as far as sketching out the Io club scene where they meet:

“Okay,” said Morpheus, “I feel like you guys are hyping this place up way too much.”

“Yeah, no, I’ve been to a lot of clubs—like, a lot,” Berg assured him, ignoring Lexy’s eye roll and the elbow she dug into his side. “This one really is on another level.”

“Sure, sure, I’ve watched the cutscenes, I know about the cave orgies—”

“Eh,” said Seq, whose avatar moved across the Construct City sidewalk with just a subtle sense of weightlessness and lack of friction, compared to the program and the podborns in the group. “I like to think we’ve come a little farther in sixty years than ‘cave orgies.’”

“It’s like they say,” Bugs said, as she slung a companionable arm over Morpheus’s shoulders. “No one can be told what the Rabbit Hole is.” Her eyebrows waggled. “You have to see it for yourself.”

Morpheus laughed, and Berg drank in the sound: hard won, over weeks of the Mnemosyne crew coaxing the program out of his shell, showing him it was safe to let down his stoic façade and be himself. Berg let himself admire the ease in Morpheus’s posture. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he bantered with his crewmates. The personality packed into his latest outfit—okay, and the well-tailored way it hugged his waist. Berg couldn’t pretend he didn’t appreciate that. Morpheus had chosen a suit in a deep shade of violet for tonight. In the darkness, it looked like one solid color, but as they passed under a streetlamp, a silvery floral print shimmered under the surface.

Around them, the streets thronged with people. The humans and programs were outfitted in a dizzying array of styles, and the synthients had taken every digital shape imaginable: from the roughly humanoid, to a giant metal manta ray who was floating tentacle-in-hand with their human date.  The IO nightlife offered plenty of destinations to choose from, but a good chunk of the crowd seemed to be headed the same direction as the Mnem crew.

On the building up ahead, a set of animated neon signs flicked through their tableau: a rabbit, legs outstretched in a sleek, bullet-shaped pose, leaping sideways into a hole (Lexy’s eyes traveled far enough back in her skull that, for a second, only the whites showed). Their crew joined the press of bodies surging toward the entrance. After a minute or two of amicable jostling, the bouncer waved them through, and they were in.

“Woah,” said Morpheus, eyes shining. The first time Bugs had loaded up an infinitely-stretching rack of clothes for him in the Mnem’s Construct, he’d had the same look of awe. “Yeah. Okay.”

The music, the rainbow lights, the dancing and drinking and making out: all of that could have been found in any decent nightclub in the Matrix. The free intermingling of humans and machines was different, of course. But the real show was happening on the ceiling. Several stories above their heads, the Construct’s physics engines had been modded to completely ignore the law of gravity. The clubbers danced in midair. They were oriented in any and all directions: right-side up, upside down, horizontal, vertical. As their crew watched from below, one couple floated toward the center of the room, drifting slowly like astronauts, locked in a passionate embrace.  

With a tour guide’s flourish, Bugs took Morpheus by the arm and led him forward. Morpheus cast one last disbelieving grin back at the others, and then the two of them vanished into the crowd.

“Welp,” Lexy deadpanned, looking over at Berg. “Guess we both have to find a new date for tonight.”

“You two have it easy.” Seq shifted so that his hip wasn’t clipping through a barstool. “Some of us have to meet someone in here, jack back out, and then walk twenty minutes to their apartment complex.”

“You poor thing,” said Lexy. “Will it make you too jealous if we get drinks?”

“I’ll live somehow.”

The three of them made their way over to the bartender. As Lexy ordered, and as Seq stared longingly at the lineup of fancy liqueurs, Berg scoped out the room. Most of the clubgoers tonight were strangers to him. But hey, there was Facsimile, from the Horus’s crew. There was someone who he was pretty sure lived a couple doors down from Hano. And over there, across the bar, was…

“Ohh my god,” Berg found himself saying aloud.

“What?” Lexy followed his gaze, and sucked in a sharp hiss of breath.

“Oh, shit,” said Seq, mildly.

#also i already repurposed the rabbit hole name for the neosmith workplace situationship fic. #the matrix

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 18: Under the Greenwood Tree

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Janus and Remus meet Logan's boys. WC: 2260 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, mild innuendo, hidden angst (if you know, you know) - and a whole lotta fluff -

“Okay, then it’s a left at the intersection,” Roman said from the backseat.

Janus leaned over the steering wheel, frowning at the faint white line a hundred yards ahead. That’s an intersection? “Right here? You’re sure? The GPS says to go further up,” Janus asked but still flicked the turn signal.

Roman laughed, “Lo had to give me real directions the first time I visited. Google hasn’t caught up with the street change by the park. You’ll hit a dead end if you don’t turn here.”

“Mmm, Ro's got the inside track!" he grinned at Janus. "It sounds like he could drive here in his sleep.” Re turned and waggled his eyebrows. “Do you sneak out after curfew to see your boyfriend?”

“Lo’s not the only reason I come to Kirkland,” he muttered. “And he's not my—”

Re cackled as Janus shifted gears and cut the engine. “Maybe he’s just the only reason you come in—”

“Re, I swear to god if you say shit like that in front of his kids, I’ll—”

“Down, boy,” Janus purred, patting Roman’s knee as he leaned over and kissed Re’s cheek, leaving it ambiguous which of the twins he was chastising.

“Aw, Ro Bro, you know I’ll keep my teasing positively G-rated in front of the little mini-Logans.” He tried but with Janus’ hand on his cheek, he couldn’t quite manage to put on a pout. “Fuck, what do you take me for?”

“My beloved brother who has zero filter and even less experience with children.”

“Hardly my fault,” he rolled his eyes, grinning. “Besides, they’re kids. It’d go right over their…” His voice faded at Janus’ little chuckle and he shook his head. “No?”

“Patton is thirteen, Muse,” Janus laughed, lifting his hand for a kiss. “You remember being thirteen.”

“And Remy is about to be married,” Roman said, tapping out a message on his phone. “And all of them are as sharp as their dad. They could teach you a thing or two.”

“Fuck, I hope not,” Re chuckled. He raised both hands at Roman’s scowl. “Okay, okay, I promise. I’ll challenge my assumptions,” he grinned. “I’ll be good.”

“We all will be,” Janus murmured. He popped the trunk, then stepped out of the car. They’d parked a few hundred yards from the big castle-shaped playground. Off in the distance, Logan sat on a blanket under a big, shady tree. He happened to look up and Roman waved with both arms.

He might’ve poked a little fun at his brother-in-law’s oh-so-cool demeanor, but Logan stood and waved back just as excitedly. Janus grinned, shaking his head. Dorks. He winked at Re and laughed. “Remy’s the same age I was when we met, Muse.” Nodding to Roman, he pulled out a cooler of drinks and passed it to Roman.

“Ugh, don’t say that,” Re laughed. “You make us sound so old.”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” Janus murmured, hefting another tote bag from the car before closing the trunk. “You two will be the third youngest adults in attendance.”

~

“You’ve found such a gorgeous spot here!” Remus’ hands twitched at his sides as he took in the trees and flowers edged along the big grassy field. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, dancing over the grass. A giant playground bursting in primary colors, complete with a castle-shaped tower and big, winding slides filled the center of the park. Janus could practically hear his husband’s thoughts, planning out what to sketch first.

The art supplies he’d snuck into the big tote would certainly come in handy today.

“The park’s remarkably quiet for such a nice day,” Janus added. He’d been privately bracing himself for a loud, chaotic park with dozens of children running about and screaming. But this was… this was pleasant.

“There are no sports fields here,” Logan looked around, smiling at Roman as he set down the cooler. “No soccer, no softball. The parks with the fields get swarmed during Little League season leaving this one…” He chuckled and gestured to where Patton and… Janus guessed the young man with pink hair must be Emile had teamed up against Virgil and Remy. “It leaves this park nice and peaceful.”

“It’s truly beautiful here, Lo,” Roman smiled, stepping closer. “No enemies but winter and rough weather,” he sang quietly.

Logan laughed, reaching up and presenting the leafy, forked branches overhead. “It’s an oak tree, not a greenwood, but come hither!”

“Ro!” Patton shouted and barreled into Roman, knocking him closer to Logan and wrapping his arms around both of them. “You’re just in time for the next battle!” The other three soon followed, granted, at a more measured pace.

To his credit, Logan managed to keep his footing despite the energetic greeting, and held on to both Roman and his son to keep them steady. Janus wouldn’t put big money on it, but he swore he saw the kid smile up at each of them when he did. Sneaky little thing.

“Before you run off, I’d like you to meet my friends,” Logan said, ruffling his sunny blond hair. The boy nodded and, one arm still wrapped around Roman, reached with the other to shake. “This is Janus, and his husband Remus,” he smiled.

“Hello,” Patton smiled. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said, mostly addressing their shoes. 

“Hello,” Janus said, laughing. “You must be Remy,” he said, winking when Patton looked up, stifling a giggle. He gently clasped his hand with both of his own and shook vigorously. “Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials.”

At that, Patton broke, laughing. “I’m Patton! He’s Remy!” he pointed at the young man with a bright pink streak through his nearly black hair. “And Emile’s going to be his husband.” He laughed again. “And Virgil’s hiding behind them.”

“I’m not hiding, Pat,” Virgil huffed, tugging the cuffs on his hoodie. “Hi,” he said, reaching first for Remus’ hand, then Janus’. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Virge is the one I was telling you about, the new sound director at Nate’s place up in Bellingham?” Roman cut in, his proud grin only outdone by Logan’s. With the two of them standing next to each other, each of them still with their arms loosely wrapped around the other, Roman looked and sounded like he was talking about his own kid.

Remus caught Janus’ eye and smiled. He saw it, too.

“It’s just a title,” Virgil demurred, shaking his head.

“What?” Emile bumped his shoulder, smiling. “You mean we’re not going to get the Sound Director from Bellingham Blue’s for our wedding?”

“No, of course, I—” His nervousness cracked under the exaggerated puppy dog eyes his older brother and future brother-in-law gave him and he grinned. “Well—I—”

“Brothers, am I right?” Remus murmured with a little grin, reaching out to shake Emile’s, then Remy’s hands. Then he turned to Patton. “What is this about a battle?” He looked down at the toy lightsaber hooked on his belt. “A duel of the fates, perhaps?” he grinned and Patton’s face lit up.

“So which one of you’s older?” Patton asked the twins.

“I am,” they said together.

“Perfect! I have my team!” he cried, grabbing Roman and Remus and dragging them over to the remaining lightsabers and Nerf swords strewn across the grass.

“Ha! He picked me first!” Remus laughed, waving over his shoulder as he followed Patton’s lead.

Janus waved back and started to settle on the blanket. “‘Have fun storming the castle!’”

“Oh, I don’t think we’re getting off that easily, Jan,” Logan said with his own laugh.

Remy tilted his head at him and grinned, and Janus’s memory flashed back to Logan in law school. He was the spitting image of his dad from back then. But so much happier. He glanced over at his friend. Logan looked happier now, too.

“So, Ro says you know krav maga…” Remy began. “With you and Emile, I think we have our secret weapons.”

Emile shrugged, “I learned a little at summer camp.”

“Where the hell—sorry,” Janus interrupted himself, grateful his slip wasn’t in front of Patton. Or Roman. “Where did you go to summer camp?”

“Jewish summer camp up north,” he shrugged. “Half the counselors were Israeli. Army service is compulsory there.”

“We’ll have to go easy on them, then,” Janus laughed. “C’mon, Lo.” He tugged Logan’s sleeve. “We’ll psych ‘em out and say we’re the old folks’ team.”

~

An hour later, Janus lay panting on the blanket. “Oh, it’s been too long.” Remy had also tapped out and he passed him a cold soda from the cooler. They sat together in the growing shade and watched the rest of the battle slowly devolve into an impromptu fight choreography session. Remus took great joy in following the exact opposite of each of Roman’s instructions, but they made it work somehow without any bloodshed.

“So… You’re the Janus from Dad’s work I’ve heard about.” Remy kept his voice low and, face turned to where Roman stood close to Logan, slowly working through a pivot, hands linked together on a nerf katana. 

Still, Janus didn’t miss the way Remy watched him from the corner of his eye.

“Why, yes,” Janus murmured with a small smile. “I am. I see my reputation precedes me.” Remy bit his lip in a remarkable imitation of his father and Janus raised an eyebrow. “I see perhaps not all in a good way, though.”

“Oh, no!” Remy shook his head. “Not—not at all, Dad’s told us how awesome you are, I… But you’ve worked with Dad a long time, like…”

“We went to law school together,” he nodded. “And joined Q-Law the same year, right after graduation.”

“It is you.” Remy said it more to himself and Janus sipped his soda, waiting him out. They watched the others play for a long moment. Finally, Remy looked back at him, eyes cautious. “My parents used to fight about you, well…”

“I’m aware how unidirectional those ‘fights’ were,” Janus said quietly and Remy’s eyes lost their guardedness.

“I wasn’t supposed to listen,” he whispered. “But I’d hear them… hear her at night sometimes and I’d go sit by their door. And…”

Janus nodded slowly.

“My mother used to say stuff about Dad cheating with someone named ‘Janice’. I thought… I’d thought Janice was a woman.” Remy winced, looking up like he expected him to be angry. “I shouldn’t’ve assumed.”

“Hm,” he nodded again. “Your dad’s never mentioned that. And I take no offense for a ten year-old’s—”

“Five,” Remy murmured without looking up.

Janus sighed and squeezed his shoulder. “I take no offense,” he repeated. “And it’s more than understandable, given the circumstances,” he added. They both looked up when Logan’s laughter rang out. Patton was holding him, arms pinned at his sides, and he playfully struggled, laughing, while Remus and Roman circled each other, lightsabers drawn and feinting hits with mock seriousness.

“You and your brutish henchman will never get away with kidnapping the King!” Roman cried, his voice carrying over the distance. Said brutish henchman giggled, hiding his laugh against his father's back.

Remus parried and cackled in his best evil villain voice. “It seems we already have!”

“But circumstances change," he nodded, smiling at the joy on their faces. Remy laughed when he noticed Emile holding up his phone, clearly recording. Virgil stood behind him, one hand over his mouth, muffling his own laughter.

Janus reached over and tapped their soda cans together. “They certainly do.”

~

“And did you see the way Virgil broke out of a hold!” Remus buzzed in the passenger seat, turned to talk with both of them as Janus drove back to Capitol Hill. “He was watching you during the first battle and picked that shit right up! And Remy and Emile are just too cute with their pink and black streaks. Oh," he grinned, squeezing his thigh. "We should do that again, Jannie!"

“I don’t believe I can carry off a green streak in court, Muse.”

“Ah, then another tattoo! You can be boring and get it under your sleeve,” he laughed, winking at Roman.

He knew he was being baited, but he played along. “Need I remind you, Muse, that I am the one who needed to convince you to get your first tattoo?”

“Oh, details,” Remus laughed, stroking Janus’ forearm over the pride flag etched into his skin. 

“You really looked like you were hitting it off with Remy, too,” Roman said from the back seat. His phone buzzed and Janus caught his blushy little smile in the rear view mirror when he checked the message.

“Yeah, and Patton was so sweet.” Remus’ voice, still excited, had grown… soft. “I thought he was gonna fall asleep on you, Ro Bro.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t’ve been the first time.”

“He’s a good kid,” Janus nodded. “They all are.”

“Yeah," Remus said, nodding. "We should get one.”

“I think they’re out of stock at Target, Muse.”

“I’m serious,” he laughed, reaching over to play with the edges of his hair. He moved his hand away when the light turned green. “We have space.”

“For what it’s worth,” Roman murmured. “I think you two would make good parents.” 

“I don’t know if that’s really how it works,” Janus stalled. Before today he’d never considered children as any part of his life. He’d been a child, but then he’d grown up. He’d expected that to be the extent of his involvement in children outside of any incidental work from his cases.

But Janus would be lying if he said today hadn’t left him imagining otherwise.

“That’s not a ‘no,’” Remus said, turning again to face him, eye wide.

“You’re right, Muse,” Janus smiled back at him. They were at another red light, so he reached for his hand and slowly kissed each knuckle. “It’s definitely not a no.”

-

Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. - As You Like It, Act II Scene 5, Shakespeare

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#The Uses of Adversity #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts remy #ts emile #logince #eventually #dukeceit #demus #Logan Sanders #Roman Prince #Janus Prince neé Pater #Remus Prince #Remy Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Patton Croft #:( still‚ I know #Emile Patshke #remile #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #there is a whole lot more logince coming soon #there are just some things that need to happen first

[penname-artist]

Cars on the Road - Some Thoughts

Saw a bunch of people leaving their thoughts about the trailer sooo I figured I would do the same, I have some stuff that I want to discuss.

Easily the first thing that hit me about the series upon the drop of its trailer is the QUALITY. They outdid their first film with a television series, that is insane! They look fluid and smooth, their lighting and reflections are amazing, and they truly spare no detail in making every last one of these characters fluid and expressive. Pixar you animation gods, you’ve done it again. 13/10, I hope these animators did not hurt themselves trying to design this series.

Okay okay now I want to talk about the thing that had me most interested. Can we talk about the GHOST CARS please???

I will not lie to you, this section of these ghost cars coming to life, and dancing with McQueen in this big room is just, the coolest shit here, I am so psyched for this part of the series. And I’ve got so many questions! Is this Cars haunted mansion, are we going to see elements from the Haunted Mansion ride in Disney put onto this presumed hotel? How did all of these ghost cars come to haunt this place? How did they DIE?

Fanfic wise this could open up a whole new ballgame of things, such as Lightning trying to cope with seeing this after Doc’s passing (if any of you guys have the taste for some strong angst). And on the...*cough* less PG-13 rated side of the spectrum, car possession is now available to be played with as friskily as dared. I’ve already got friends screaming at me not to do it and I legit just might only for shits and giggles. XD

There’s a few things that kinda concern me, too, at least from what we see in the trailer. Here’s just what I’ve asked since I’ve watched it, uh like...like five times-

-Where are so many characters, including and not limited to Mack, Cruz, all the dudes from Rust-eze, all the other racers, and literally anyone from Cars 2??

-Why exactly are Lightning and Mater going on this road trip alone? Is Mack missing because he’s doing something else somewhere? Or Lightning decided that it was going to be a more relaxing and interesting trip if it wasn’t in a trailer the whole time? We know this is Mater’s trip mainly since he’s going to see his sister for her wedding but wouldn’t Lightning want to be the helpful friend and offer a faster ride if they needed it?

(also very important side note, I am so happy that this series is going to be a COMBO and not more Mater’s Tall Tales. Lightning is himself, and he’s being allowed to be kinda open and bubbly and excited to be on this trip with Mater as a team, not just him getting roped into every weird adventure by force and being confused about it. He has a natural desire to actually be here, which is great)

The depiction really reminds me of what they tried to do for Cars 2, but failed at slightly because of the fact that Lightning and Mater were doing separate things and sharing spotlight was getting difficult. But it’s also more than the occasional one-liners that they reduced Mater down to in Cars 3. I hope the balance of the trailer actually does play out into the series, and it’s consistent.

By the way, I combed and combed and combed and at NO POINT did it appear that there was any indicators of the Planes crew being nearby, which has me concerned and rattled. If they aren’t in there after they promised us they would be, I swear to Chrysler I’m gonna make it myself.

(By the way, friends and I are already screaming about the possibility of a season 2 and the chance that rather than going east, they could go west into northern California to an unspecified national park and run into a certain fire and rescue team *intensely waggling eyebrows* We need it so damn bad, Pixar PLEEEEEASE, adopt the late Disneytoon Studio’s orphaned children!!!)

Unorganized additional thoughts:

McQueen having a love of dinosaurs is the fucking cutest thing ever and you cannot tell me otherwise. I will be implementing this into future fics thank you vert much.

Is that monster truck just Cruz? I think that monster truck is just Cruz-

WHY do I have the feeling that the end of this road trip will be met with disaster? We’ve got a clear destination and I have a sinking feeling that when they get there it’s not going to be at all like it was planned.

Okay that’s all we have time for fans and freaks, take care my lovely weirdos, til the morrow, byeeeeee-

#Disney Cars #pixar cars #cars on the road #pixar cars on the road #disney planes #lightning mcqueen #mater

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C0m!

Thank you @spitfire-of-the-sea for letting me write your very fun OC and I hope I did a good job <3<3 Coms are open

Ace x OC SFW Word Count: 1,383

Saki stretched out on the tatty sofa, book grasped in her hands as she read, eyes roaming the pages and simply devouring each story with the flick of her wrist and turning of a page. She got comfortable against the cushions, ones she didn’t doubt were older then she was. 

Marco’s pen scribbling against his papers was the only sound in the office, the occasaly shout from outside would sometimes accompany the beams of sun from the outside world. Both her and Marco enjoy the rare calmness of the afternoon.

She was enjoying her day off, just wanting to read and relax, on standby if Marco needed anything, if he got displacement and ended up staring out the window for hours like he sometimes tended to do, she guessed it was part of his ability, being the phoenix he didn’t need to pay attention to passing hours and trickling seconds like the rest of them.

The door opened and Marco pulled his gaze from his work to offer the visitor a smile and a wave. Saki wasn’t even going to sit up until she heard his voice, Ace. He stepped into the room, the thudding of his heavy boots stomping across the deck until he was in front of Marco.

“What can I help you with?” Marco asked, seeing Ace looking a little sheepish, the glint of guilt in his eyes as he played with the beads around his wrist, trying to avoid the question even though he’d charged into the office with purpose.

“I got a bit excited and burned Deuce, we were just messing around and I forgot he’s ah, not so flame retardant and he’s out of burn ointment.” Ace said with a hum before he heard a snort from behind, turning and seeing Saki set her book down and sit up.

“He’s such a baby he should come and get it himself.” Saki sighed, thinking about how dumb the two Spade Pirates could be when left alone with one another.

Marco watched with raised eyebrows as the two carried on bickering back and forth, there was a lot of banter between the lines, the way they talked to one another, the glances they shared. Marco smirked and rolled his eyes.

Oh to be young and in love.

Neither noticed as he got up from his desk, digging around in the many drawers and cupboards he had in the medbay, trying to recall where he’d last seen the containers of ointment. He used to have a lot ready to go when Ace first joined the crew, when he was still trying to kill Pops and everyone who got in his way would end up paying the consequences.

Grabbing one of the pots labeled ‘Ace Cure’ he made a few effortless strides before taking Ace’s hand and slapping the pot down into his palm, Ace closing his hand on instinct, wrinkling his nose and squinting at the label, about to challenge Marco on it before Saki stood up and sighed, heavy, over the top for emphasis.

“You two would be lost without me, I should have joined the second division and never let you out of my sight.” she said with a frown, her posture lacked the fire to back it up her fake annoyance.

She was just messing with him Marco deducted as he sat on the edge of his desk watching the two’s little dance.

“Aww you know you just miss being next to me all day everyday.” Ace grinned and waggled an eyebrow just to get her hand in his face, pushing him away as he laughed against her palm.

Ace waved to them, leaving once more.

“You like him yoi.” Marco said, arms crossed over his chest with a lazy smirk on his face.

“Fuck off.” Saki replied to her boss. “Ho-how do you figure that anyway? Like what gives you that idea?” She asked, stumbling over her words, not helping her case.

“My dear, I don’t even need my observation haki to see what there is between the two of you, the things you’ve been through together, the bonds you have, many pirates have those connections, granted.” Marco watched Saki as she sat next to him on the old oak desk, her legs kicking in the air absently.

“But the glances you share? The way you look at one another? That’s what makes it something yoi.”

Saki opened her mouth but closed it again, she was too dumbfounded by Marco’s honesty, how he’d laid it out completely in front of her like one of his many maps across the desk. She couldn’t reply, she didn’t think there was anything she could say that Marco wouldn’t just tease and tangle and shine a light on, adding the proof, mounting the evidence.

Shit, she was in love with Ace wasn’t she?

“What should I do?” she asked, not making eye contact with him, watching her dangling feet instead.

“He loves you too but the thing about boys, we are idiots when it comes to feelings, he loves you for sure but will he make the first move? No way. Someone like Ace, always hurting, always damaged and aching in his heart, he can’t put himself forward.”

She nodded, all of that made sense, she felt heat rising to her cheeks as she blushed at the implication that yes, Ace did like her back, loved her back. She knew the damage inside him, what he tried to hide from the world. She knew it, she felt it.

And she knew what she had to do.

—-------

She found him sitting with Deuce and Thatch, having a beer in the gentle evening breeze as the world around was dark, the string lights strung across the deck the only light.

“Hey! I was wondering if you were going to join us!” Ace cheered and raised a glass as she stepped into the circle they’d made.

“Can I talk to you? In private.” Saki began and Thatch laughed before downing his beer and reaching for another.

“Come on lass, we’re all nakama here!” He started but the death glare she gave him and Deuce had the grown man, a division commander at that wilt under her gaze and Deuce shivered before they scurried away.

Ace opened a beer for her, passing it to Saki as she sat next to him on the crate.

“What did ya wanna talk to me about in private?” he asked, brow quirked as he sipped his beer.

“I was talking to Marco about things..” she started, peeling the label on the beer bottle, tugging at the paper and chewing her lip.

“About what? Laying an egg? How to eat fruit like an animal?” Ace said with a laugh, an arm around her as he tried to joke, knowing normally she’d crack a smile and make a playful tease back.

“Us.” her voice was level, not giving away the emotions she felt, the nerves she was fighting.

Her hand gripped the bottle, her only anchor in this moment, she took a breath, in time with the lapping of waves at the hull of the ship before she forced herself to look at the freckled face.

“Us?”

“Us,” she said again.

“Ace, I’m in love with you and I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time and… and… I-” she started to babble, her heart running a mile and as she tried to finish her slew of garble she felt lips pressed against hers, she felt a hand in her hair as Ace deepened the kiss and she let him.

The kiss was soft and sweet, it said more than any words ever could, she almost dropped the bottle as he pulled her body against his, soft warm breath brushing on skin as they parted, eyes locked as she felt herself smile.

“I love you too, I think I have since day one, since that bar brawl..” he admitted, his hand on her cheek, warm fingers grazing her blushing cheeks.

“Marco was right,” she said more to herself as she rested her forehead against his.

“Don’t tell him that, he always thinks he’s right.” Ace mumbled though he couldn’t help chuckle, holding Saki tight as they sat there, the stars watching the confession of two souls.

#sfw #one piece own character #ace x oc

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Wilf skids in. "BEHIND CLOSED DOOR FER DANTE."

The DA really should’ve seen this coming.

The first time he asks them about their and Dante’s “break up”, it’s while he’s teaching them to roller skate, and they laugh so hard that they almost fall on their ass. Thankfully, the near miss is enough to distract Wilford from the question, and the DA had hoped that would be the end of it. And for a time, it was!

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

A pleading look complete with puppy dog eyes and a pout. A promise of free drinks for the rest of the night if they let them in on the gossip. Popping out of nowhere in the middle of trying to steal the Artifact just to ask if now was a good time for that chat yet. Hijacking wormholes in hopes of sharing secrets. Pushing Old Mark out of the space diner booth to sip a silly straw milkshake and offer a sip for the low, low price of information. The DA had lost count of the ridiculous methods Wilford had resorted to in the search for answers. But they are nothing if not accustomed to the strange. They refuse to give an inch, side stepping every cajoling plea and threatening gun shot that he has to throw at them. He’ll get bored eventually, surely? Move on to more interesting things?

But Wilford Warfstache is not a man easily dissuaded. And the DA is only human. Or at least, they used to be, once.

When they decide to bite the bullet, it’s in the Midnight Roller, sitting atop their usual barstool across from Wilford’s spot behind the bar. They’re going to need to be completely fucking hammered in order to even begin having this conversation. It’s five drinks deep before they start, thankful they’ve waited until after closing, so there’s only the two of them to hear this complete shitshow.

We never dated. They suppose it’s as good a place to start as any, waggling their half empty cocktail to almost splash Wilford’s disbelivingly sputtering face. No, I’m not kidding. We were... Friends. Best friends. Took me years to admit it, but he was. I would never have been the District Attorney if it weren’t for him. You know, I never even thought I’d actually be a lawyer? Figured I’d end up some clerk or assistant in a law firm somewhere, pushing papers and keeping my head down. He was the one who brought it up. Said I didn’t have to settle, when I had so much potential. That I could really be something.

An impossibly fond smile crosses their face at the memory, the space in their chest where a heart used to be aching.

No one had ever believed in me before. Not even myself. But... He made me want to try. To make a difference. To help him make a difference. All the stuffy parties, infuriating beuracracy, late nights, voting dramas, campaign woes... It was all worth it just to see him win. See him smile. I would’ve done anything to see it. I would’ve given him anything. I did give him everything.

... And then he left me.

They stare down at their drink, tilting it just to see the light flicker and dance as it catches through the glass. They can see their not face reflected in the alcohol, discordant and jumbled, unfamiliar and unsettling, a constant reminder of what they had lost. What Dante had taken from them. They tip their head back to swig the rest of the drink just to feel it burn down their throat. The glass cracks where they slam it back atop the bar.

You know what the worst part is, Wilford? I thought he was coming back. For years, I really thought that if I just kept waiting, kept believing, kept right where I was, he’d keep his promise. That he’d just show up, and everything would be fine, just like it always had been, because he wouldn’t betray me like that, right? Everything else might’ve gone to hell, but I could always count on him to have my back. Like I had his. Even when I couldn’t remember how long it’d been, or how I’d got there, or where I was, even when I forgot my own fucking name, I always thought he’d. Come. Back.

The glass is splintered in their grip, hand clenched so tight that they can hear it creak and whine.

I saw him in those stories. He mocked me. He knew that I was trapped there, just a pawn in a game, he could find me, he could reach me, and he just watched. Made an appearance just to remind me that I was a prisoner. That I could never escape. That even in the only solace I had, it was all just a lie, and no matter how much I lost myself in the role, how hard I tried to forget, how badly I wanted to just pretend, he’d always be there to remind me that I’d damned myself for someone who didn’t give a shit about me!

The glass implodes into shards. If the DA had a real body, they’re sure that they’d be bleeding terribly right now. But instead they feel nothing. Just... Nothing. They simply stare at the remains, hand still shaking with white knuckled rage before they draw it back to rest on the bar.

I know he’s not that man anymore. He’s... He’s trying. Trying to apologise, to make things right, but...

They sigh, slumping against the bar. They’re tired. They’re so, so tired.

I don’t know. I just don’t know, Wil.

#; fragments of fragments (ic) #; through the glass (asks) #; tbt Dante #; shattered (the upside down) #; dreamingofmuses #; rosetintedgunman #tw angst #long post #as always lmk if anything else needs tagging)) #I HAVE BEEN TRYINH TO ANSWER THIS FOR DAYS)) #THE DA HAS BEEN SO INFURIATING TO GET TO ANSWER THIS)) #BUT I HOPE THIS DOESNT DISAPPOINT))