#look the 90’s X Men is getting a continuation

[cocoabubbelle]

#x men evolution #shenanigans #xmen evolution #look the 90’s X Men is getting a continuation #i just think it would be cool #if x men evolution also got a sequel series following what Frank Paur Steven E Gordon and the others planned #b4 the network decided to cancel #psylocke and emma frost were going to make appearances #we would have witnessed and mourned Jean Grey’s transformation into the Phoenix #we could have had ex-Brotherhood + S.H.I.E.L.D. shenanigans #SCOTT x ROGUE #aka #scogue #otp: sensory deprivation #cyclops x rogue #would have become officially canon #Also would have been interesting to see how a genuine Magneto redemption arc would have happened #considering all the garbage he indirectly and directly put everyone through #ah well #guess that’s what AU’s are for

[bucksangel]

you taste like suburbia

pairing: mafia!stucky x reader (poly), john walker x reader but not for long

word count: 6.4k

summary: your lousy boyfriend John Walker owes quite a bit of money to some pretty shady people. And since he doesn’t have the means to pay, he’s brought you along to a negotiation to meet them - and hopefully entice them into accepting a different form of payment.

warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con kind of, a tiny bit of stalking/dark behavior (it’s only hinted at), voyeurism i guess?, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, poly relationship, petnames (princess, kitten, beautiful), daddy kink, sir kink, unprotected p in v, a little bit of misogyny (not from stucky), not john walker friendly, mentioned verbal abuse, mention of murder (you have to squint and turn your head 90 degrees)

a/n: this is based off this post and @crazyunsexycool ‘s very amazing comments (title is from ‘suburbia’ by devon again)

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“It’s simple, really.” The men across from you have been staring you down this whole time, eyes barely leaving your body and that’s only to occasionally glance at the man sitting next to you. And though they’re looking at you, you know their words aren’t directed your way. No. It’s for John.

John Walker; your shitty boyfriend who, apparently, has got himself into a lot of trouble with some pretty shady people. You don’t know much, you just know that he has a debt to pay and he doesn’t have the funds.

And you’re not stupid, you know how this will go. Your relationship with John started good, great in fact, but then he fell back into his old gambling ways a few months in. You wanted to leave, to kick him to the curb the moment he asked you for money to cover some bills. But you were too kind-hearted for your own good and felt the need to help him just because you loved him. But the deeper into trouble he’s gotten the less he’s actually cared about you, too focused on getting his debts paid off so he doesn’t get a bullet in his head.

Thus, you’re here. Forced to wear that dark red, wrap-around dress that shows just enough to be desired in the hopes that will entice the men across from you into accepting a different form of payment. Fifteen minutes into the ‘meeting’ you can already tell that they’re going to accept. And you don’t really know what to do in this situation, you know you don’t really have a say in how this plays out, but some part of you doesn’t really mind. Part of you is glad you’ll finally be free from John’s bullshit.

It just helps that the men your boyfriend owes money to are extremely attractive. Both men don dark black suits, white button-ups, and sleek black ties. And the brunette - Bucky, maybe? - smirks when he catches your eye after having been staring at his hand grasping a cigarette for a few moments before glancing up at his face. With a wink, he turns his head towards his partner - Steve, if you remember correctly.

“You owe us quite a bit of money, but you already knew that. We also know that you don’t have the means to pay us.”

From beside you, you can feel John shaking in his seat. With just a glance in his direction, you can see the beads of sweat forming around his hairline at Steve’s commanding tone.

“We’re assuming that’s why you brought her, isn’t it?” With that question, both men look back at you, the hunger in their eyes is prominent. And part of you wants to cower in your chair, to wrap your arms around your body and hide from their intense gazes. But a bigger part of you likes it, craves being desired. Lord knows John hasn’t looked at you like that in a long while.

“Um,” John stops himself, seems to not know what exactly to say. But then Bucky raises one of his eyebrows and John is quick to continue. “Y-Yes, sirs.”

Steve hums, bringing up his glass to take a long sip of his liquor of choice. Bucky takes a short drag of his cigarette before speaking up.

“And if we don’t accept the arrangement?”

John starts really vibrating out of his seat now, both of his legs bouncing furiously. One of his hands rubs over the back of his other, and he gulps loudly.

“I-I don’t… Please. I don’t have the money right now. And, she’s good in bed. She’ll listen to whatever you say, so she’ll please you guys whenever you need, she can even cook and clean so she can be a maid for you too.”

His words make you want to vomit, talking about you like you’re nothing more than a whore, a piece of meat to be passed around and commanded. Your eyes narrow, glaring over at your asshole boyfriend as you begin to pick at your fingernails with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Steve surprises you by slamming his glass down onto the dark oak desk in front of him, some of the liquid inside spilling out.

“And what makes you think you can talk about a woman like that?” His voice is booming, and the tension in the air is palpable. It’s hard to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face, but you manage to not show your smugness when John sits up straight and begins sputtering out an apology.

“Enough,” Bucky says, taking another long drag and then putting out the cigarette. As he exhales out the smoke, he makes sure to blow it in your boyfriend’s direction, and you have to look down at your lap to prevent the men from seeing your smirk at the show of dominance.

With a glance at his partner, they seem to have a silent conversation before Steve nods, looking back at John while Bucky looks at you.

“We’ll accept. If nothing else then to get her away from you.”

Even with the passive-aggressive comment, you can see the way John’s body visibly relaxes, and can hear the sigh of relief that passes through his lips.

You on the other hand don’t quite know what to do. Yeah, you’re glad you’ve found a way out of this toxic relationship, but you’re also very aware that this major adjustment in your life was made without your consent or input. This thought immediately makes all the satisfaction drain from your body, and you keep your gaze averted so the men across from you can’t see the underlying fear growing in your eyes.

Because you don’t know these men. You’ve never even heard of them until now. All you know is that anyone connected to the dark underworld that is the mafia couldn’t possibly be a good person. For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realize all of the men are staring at you.

“Wh-What?” Your throat is a little dry due to not having spoken in a while, and you try your hardest not to let your voice waver.

“Are you okay with this?” Steve asks with an uncharacteristically soft smile and calm voice. He’s asking you how you feel about this? Why? Shouldn’t this be the end, the part where your boyfriend leaves and you uproot your life to live as payment for his debts?

Apparently not.

“Why are you asking me?” Confusion is laden in your tone, your eyebrows furrowing and your fingers picking at your nails even harsher.

“Because, beautiful,” Bucky starts, waving to a red-headed woman who suddenly appears with water for you. “We don’t want you thinking this is purely transactional. You’re not property, you’re a grown woman and you deserve to have a say in your life. If you don’t want to come with us, that’s okay. We’ll extend our contract with your dear boyfriend.”

Steve speaks up next.

“But if you do want to come with us, we’ll show you how real men treat ladies.” His eyes grow hungry for half a second, then return to that unnerving adoring gaze.

Everything grows silent for a moment, everyone awaiting your answer. As you look over at John, his face is contorted in fear of what they’ll do if you deny them, and anger - silently demanding that you say yes. And, looking over at him, you finally realize he’s never been who you thought he was. Even when he was being an asshole, when he would steal from you, when he would yell and scream and verbally abuse you because he lost even more money, you were so blinded by trying to help him that you couldn’t accept that you were being used.

Now, you know. You know that even if you don’t know these men, the fact that they’re even asking for your opinion says more than anything John could ever do. With one final look at him, you sigh, looking Steve in the eyes.

“I’ll go with you.”

Not only does John visibly relax, but you can see some of the tension leave Bucky and Steve’s bodies, almost like they were hoping that you would say yes.

“It’s settled then.” Steve’s smile turns into a sly smirk, and he momentarily shifts his gaze to John. “Your debt has been paid.”

John tries thanking him, tries to thank the men for sparing his life, but Bucky cuts him off by clearing his throat.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with that comment, though.”

With that, Steve nods at the redhead who comes to stand behind John. In one swift movement, she puts one hand on his shoulder and one hand grabs the inside of his elbow, and she twists. The sounds of his bones cracking are loud, but his screams are louder, his cries of pain reverberating throughout the office. And, as much as you want to feel bad for him, you can’t find it in you to do so. The last two years have been hell for you, and seeing him in pain feels a little like payback for all the pain he caused you. You simply sit there and stare as the woman grabs both of his shoulders and hauls him up, ignoring his cries while dragging him to the door.

The woman follows him out, leaving just you and the two men. For a moment, neither of you speaks, almost like you’re all waiting for the other person to say something.

“So, um. What happens now?” You look at Bucky as he stands and walks around the desk, holding his hand out and encouraging you to grab it. Once you do, you let him help you stand and move you so you’re nearly pressed against his body, a heavy, black metal hand settling on your waist as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“Now we take you home,” Bucky says softly, staring deep into your eyes and tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’ll have our associates pick up your things,” Steve says, suddenly standing so close behind you that you can feel the heat from his body. His large hands settle on your shoulders, gently massaging your muscles and allowing any remaining tension in your body to slip away.

“And you won’t have to worry about anything for the rest of your life.” Bucky presses his body against yours further, holding your gaze for a long while before he leans down to place a delicate kiss on your cheekbone, very close to your ear. “Your only concern will be taking care of us, and letting us take care of you.”

In order to not moan you have to clear your throat, focusing all of your attention on not melting into a puddle at their feet. Steve leans down to place a kiss on your other cheek, sighing softly as though he’s been waiting for this. You hesitantly place one hand on Bucky’s arm and one on Steve’s hand, and he immediately threads your fingers together.

“Home?” Bucky asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“Home,” You say without a second thought, already liking the idea of being with them, being theirs.

____________

You all get back to their mansion, because of course they live in a mansion, about an hour later. It’s in a woodsy and remote area of upstate New York with no neighbors for a good two miles, and upon driving through the gates and down the long driveway your eyes go wide, everything is just so big. The fountain in the front yard stands almost as tall as the three-story house, several expensive-looking cars are parked off to the left near what you assume is the garage, and you’re pretty sure you can spot a greenhouse in the backyard.

As soon as the car is stopped two men appear on either side of it, opening the doors for Steve and Bucky and letting them step out. A woman - the same redhead from earlier - comes up to your door and opens it, reaching out her hand and guiding you out.

“I’m Natasha,” She says with a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, jumping slightly when an arm wraps around your waist.

“It’s nothing, beautiful.” When you look up at Bucky, you see him giving Natasha a look that you can tell is a silent demand to stop talking. Then, he turns to you, pulling you close to his side. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

Despite a spark of uneasiness popping up, you walk with him, Steve appearing by your other side and taking your hand in his and once again threading your fingers together. He gives you a warm smile, squeezing your hand. “We’ll give you a tour later, for now, we just want you to relax.”

As you walk through the entrance, your eyes open even wider than before. Not only is the foyer huge, but the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling illuminates the area beautifully and your heels make clicking noises on the pristine tile floor. You let your eyes wander as you walk up the grand staircase, admiring the artwork on the walls while you’re led through a large living area and down a hallway to a door.

And when they open it, dear lord you just want to scream. It’s bigger than the one-bedroom apartment that you shared with John. There’s a huge canopy bed off to the left, a massive TV mounted on the opposite wall, and a reading nook against the floor-to-ceiling window with a long bookshelf on the wall next to it - ending a few feet from the bed. There’s plants hanging from the ceiling and potted ones in each corner of the room, and an open door off to the right gives you a peak at what must be the bathroom but resembles more of a spa.

It’s absolutely gorgeous and it makes you feel at home.

“How do you like it?” Steve asks, both men tugging and leading you further into the room when they notice you’ve frozen while taking everything in.

“I love it,” You say quickly, smiling at them as you walk towards the bed so you can run your fingers along the silk bed sheets. “It’s beautiful.”

“Good.” Bucky appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “You deserve beautiful things.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, warmth filling your body. These men are already showing you more affection than John had during your entire relationship, and it simultaneously hurts your heart that you stayed with an ungrateful and uncaring man for so long while also making you happy that you’ve fallen into the laps of men with high standards of how to treat a woman.

“We’ll let you rest up, now.” Steve comes up to you and works his arm between your back and Bucky’s body so he can hold your waist. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, bringing up his other hand to cradle your head so he can really breathe in your scent.

“Wait.”

Immediately Bucky and Steve pull away, and when you turn around and look up at them you can see the concern written on their face.

“This is my room?”

Bucky nods, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. Is it okay? We can redecorate if you want, just tell us what you like and we’ll do it.”

You shake your head, placing one hand on Bucky’s chest and the other on Steve’s.

“N-no. No, I love it. I just thought…” You trail off, biting your lip. You’re not too sure how to phrase your thoughts, but you try your hardest when the men continue to stare at you. “I guess I just thought you would want me to sleep in your room.”

Bucky sighs and pulls you close, placing one hand on the back of your head while Steve saddles up beside him to grasp your hip.

“While we would absolutely love having you in our bed,” Bucky stops to swipe his tongue along his bottom lip and you have to fight the urge to lean up on your toes to bite it. “We’re not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“We know this is a big adjustment,” Steve says, smiling down at you when you look at him. “So we don’t want to make you do something that would make you uncomfortable.”

The men go silent, as do you, allowing you to process their words. They’re right, of course. This is all so new for you, and even though you’re more than ready - you’ve been deprived of physical contact and a good orgasm for a while - you know it wouldn’t be a good decision to jump into a relationship like this so soon after leaving your ex.

Fuck good decisions.

“What if…” You trail off, biting your lip nervously. Deciding to be bold, you trail the hand on Bucky’s chest up until you can cup his cheek, smiling when he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“What if I do want to?” You glance over at Steve, batting your eyelashes and fighting the shiver that wants to run through your body when he groans, low and utterly sexy.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” Bucky asks, his voice dropping while moving his free hand to your back, slowly inching down until he can rest it on your ass, but not squeezing.

“I -“ Suddenly a whine is forced out of your mouth when Steve moves your hair and leans down so he can kiss and nibble at your neck. “Steve!”

Then, Bucky dips down while pulling your head closer to his so he can press a searing kiss on your lips, swallowing your moan as he squeezes and kneads your ass.

“Tell us what you want, kitten,” Steve murmurs, biting and sucking a dark bruise on your neck and laughing when you pull away from Bucky’s lips with a huff.

“I - fuck.” Your whining is bordering on desperation. The lack of physical and sexual contact for the last few months has finally caught up to you, and you’re about to cry with how needy you feel. “I want you to fuck me.”

Both men curse, Steve nodding but not removing his mouth from the column of your throat. And maybe if your head wasn’t already fogged over with desire you’d have heard Bucky’s muttered “finally.” As it is though, you don’t pay attention to anything other than their hands caressing and groping your body, the men working in tandem to strip you of your dress and lay you flat on your back in the middle of the bed.

Both men stand at the end of the bed, staring at you with dark lust in their eyes as Bucky palms his crotch. They stare for so long that you start to get self-conscious, wondering what they’re thinking. It was always quick with John, he never really focused on your pleasure but rather worried about getting himself off and asking with an infuriatingly smug grin if it was good. It never was, but you never told him that, you hate confrontation. So it’s a little unnerving to have sex be drawn out, to be the center of attention - and the attention coming from the two hottest men on the planet makes you squirm uncomfortably. You’re about to cover yourself with your arms when Bucky kneels on the bed and grabs one of your wrists, Steve appearing next to you so he can grab your other one.

“Don’t,” Bucky says hoarsely, a determined look in his eyes. “Don’t hide from us, kitten.”

An involuntary moan forces its way up your throat and out of your mouth, and you find yourself agreeing with a quick nod. “I-I’m sorry,” You whine, arching into Steve’s hand that has now found a home on your covered breast.

“Don’t be sorry, princess,” Steve murmurs trailing his hand from your breast to your neck, toying with the necklace John had given you on your sixth-month anniversary. You haven’t taken it off since, it felt like a mark of ownership. And at first, it felt good, you loved knowing you were John’s girl. However, as the relationship progressed and worsened with every day, it felt more like a chain, weighing you down and forcing you to stay tethered to him. Yes, it had occurred to you to take it off a few times, but you weren’t ready for it to end. Even though it was an extremely toxic relationship, you had nowhere to go.

“Did he give you this?” Steve asks, disdain clear in his voice. And when you nod, he hovers over you, smirking as he grips the necklace and pulls, the chain snapping in two as he flings it across the room. Ignoring your shocked gasp, Steve and Bucky lean back and get off the bed, resuming their earlier position near the end of it.

“She’s perfect, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs after a long moment of silence. Putting a hand on the back of his partner’s neck, he yanks him forward, pulling him into a downright filthy kiss that makes your legs immediately squeeze shut to relieve the growing ache in your core.

At your loud and needy whine, they pull away, both men working in sync to get undressed and hurry to lay on either side of you. Both of them have kept their boxers on, but the very large bulge straining against the fabric does absolutely nothing to hide their arousal.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bucky asks, and even though you can hear the desperation in his voice, you know deep in your bones that they would stop if you said no. And that just further cements your decision, you need them, you need to feel them and kiss them and have them worship you in ways John could never.

“I’m sure, Bucky.”

“Call me ‘Daddy’, princess,” He says, reaching up a hand and placing it on your throat. He doesn’t choke you, but the pressure lets you know that he wants to.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

Bucky groans as though he’s been punched in the gut, and his hips jerk forward, rubbing his erection into your thigh. He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, momentarily distracting you from everything around you. That is until you feel a hand travel down your stomach, ignoring your underwear and slipping inside to quickly cup your wet and aching pussy.

Pulling away, you let out another gasp, your gaze immediately shooting to your left to see Steve’s very smug smirk.

“Feel good?” He asks as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving his middle finger up and down your slit until he finally pushes through, slipping the thick digit into your quivering hole all the way to the third knuckle.

“Oh God, yes! Yes, Steve.” He pulls his finger out momentarily, only to shove in two fingers - once again pushing in all the way.

“Sir,” Steve growls, leaning down to nibble at your ear. His gravely chuckle when you mumble, “Yes, sir,” sends tingles down your spine, and you’re near tears with how good but not enough his fingers feel.

“I-I need…” You trail off, whining pathetically when Steve removes his fingers again. You whine even louder when Steve pulls his hand out of your panties altogether, letting you see his fingers covered in your juices glinting in the moonlight. The sight doesn’t last long, because Bucky immediately dips down to suck on them, both men groaning in pleasure. The brunette doesn’t swallow though, he actually lets the fingers slip free from his mouth so he can capture his partner’s lips, letting Steve taste you too.

“Fuck,” You whimper, hands automatically tugging at both of their boxers in an attempt to move things along. “Please just fuck me already.”

They separate from each other, grinning wolfishly at each other for a moment before glancing down at your cute pout and pleading eyes.

“What’s the rush?” Steve asks, dipping down to give you a brief kiss. “We’ve got all night.”

Thankfully, though, they get with the program, maneuvering your body to their liking until your bra and panties are also discarded. And you’re about to undo the strap on your heels before Bucky grabs your ankle, shaking his head in disapproval.

“You’re keeping these on.” His command sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t even speak anymore with how turned on you are. Despite this, you somehow manage to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s good,” Steve says, moving to kneel on the bed next to your head while he palms his bulge with one hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers with the other. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” You say enthusiastically, nodding your head as best as you can. And due to Steve holding your head in place, you can’t see what Bucky is doing, but you feel your legs being pushed wide open as the bed dips between them.

“Good,” Steve mutters mostly to himself, giving you an unnervingly soft smile for the situation. “Now, Bucky’s been dying to taste you since he first laid eyes on you, so you’re going to let him worship your pussy while I fuck your mouth. Okay?”

If you weren’t already drunk with pleasure, this would’ve been the thing to send you under. His commanding tone and the heat of Bucky’s mouth so close to your dripping core already have you on edge, ready to snap at the slightest touch. And when you nod, Steve turns to his partner, nodding once and smirking when he dives in, parting your pussy lips and licking a long stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit, where he then sucks it into his mouth.

The borderline scream you emit is so loud you’d be surprised if anyone on this floor didn’t hear it, but it’s quickly muffled by Steve shoving his boxers down and easing his cock into your gaping mouth. Now, you’ve never really liked giving head - well, with John anyway. He was always too rough, and the fact that he never returned the favor made it seem more like a chore than anything.

But you could definitely get used to this. Steve’s girth stretches your lips wider than ever before, and even through the haze of pleasure, you can tell that he’s holding back, letting you get used to the stretch. It doesn’t take long, and a particularly rough nip to your clit has you sucking Steve’s cock further into your mouth, and the man curses above you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Steve sighs, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly. When he finds little resistance, he pulls back and pushes in a little further, groaning deep in his chest when you bring up a hand to tug at his balls.

“Taste so fuckin’ good too, princess,” Bucky mumbles against your pussy, pulling away only briefly so he can easily slide two metal fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. It’s clear that his goal is to make you cum, and you’re not that far off. To be frank, your arousal has been building from the moment you met them, and they are not disappointing.

It only takes a few more thrusts of Bucky’s fingers and Steve’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat for you to cum - your cunt spasming and hips thrusting up into Bucky’s face as you chase your high. Soon enough, both men retreat from your body, giving you a short reprieve while they rid themselves of their underwear. Steve moves you so he can lay back against the headboard, adjusting your position so you can rest in between his legs with your back against his chest while Bucky hovers over you.

“Now, princess,” He murmurs, just loud enough for both of you to hear him, and taps your arm. “You’re going to hold onto Stevie while I ruin this pussy. Then, he’s goin’ to fuck my cum back into you.”

“Oh God yes, yes please, Daddy!” If your mind wasn’t deep in the pits of desire you’d probably be embarrassed by how needy you are, maybe even ashamed. Right now, though, you can’t imagine feeling anything but pure pleasure and happiness.

It all happens so fast, Steve grabbing the backs of your thighs so he can spread them wide and Bucky quickly following by pushing his cock - easily the longest you’ve ever taken - halfway into your cunt. He stops there for a moment, letting you get used to the sudden stretch before surprising you by pulling out until his tip is only poking in.

You’re frustrated, extremely so, and you’re pretty sure you’ll cry if he doesn’t fill you back up. And you’re about to start whining when the man above you thrusts forward, burying his cock so deep in your pussy that you swear you could feel him in your throat. Deep and guttural groans fill the air, a metal hand grasping your thigh and keeping it spread so Steve can wrap his arm around your midsection and hold you close while the pace quickly picks up.

And you’re in heaven, this must be heaven. Because in no other plane of existence would the two most handsome men in the world be touching and gripping you like you’re a priceless gem they’re afraid to lose. From behind you, Steve groans every time Bucky pushes into you, forcing you to shift in Steve’s lap and subconsciously grind into his throbbing erection.

“Fuck, kitten,” Bucky mutters, bracing one hand on the headboard and dropping your leg so he can grab your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look into his eyes - dark with a desire you’ve never known. But there’s something else there, something primal that no ordinary man could have, a sense of possessiveness and ownership that seeps out of his pores.

You can’t do anything except moan, your mouth parting wider to let out a scream when Bucky shifts slightly, thrusting and hitting that special spongey spot deep within you dead on.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she Stevie?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Steve says softly, running the hand he has on your stomach down to your pussy to rub at your hole, feeling where you and his partner are connected. “Always knew she would be.”

Thankfully for them, those words fly over your head. You’re already too fucked-out to think properly, do you even know what your name is?

When Steve swiftly moves his fingers to your clit, your answer is a confident no. All you can seem to focus on are these two men and the immense pleasure they’re giving you. And it takes only a few more thrusts for you to feel that coil in your tummy wind tighter and tighter.

“Is she gonna cum?” Steve asks cockily, noticing the way Bucky’s hips stutter and his brow furrows. Reaching up, Steve grabs the back of his partner’s neck and pulls him in for a rough and messy kiss - mainly tongue and teeth. When they pull away, Bucky is nearly breathless, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice when Steve tells him, “Make her. Come on, baby. Fucking fill her up so I can.”

Those words - coupled with the fingers rubbing your clit, the pressure on your neck, and the cock that’s currently rearranging your guts - make you cum harder than you’ve ever. It doesn’t even really feel like an orgasm, it’s better than that. Something squirts out of your pussy with every forward thrust, and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two buffest men to ever exist then you’d be positive you were floating off into the clouds.

Bucky follows soon after, a loud groan of your name filling the room before his hips are flush with yours. Vaguely, you can feel his seed filling your womb, coating your insides, and it takes a full minute for Bucky’s breathing to even out. When he finally regains his composure, he leans back, holding your hips steady and chuckling at the glazed look in your eyes.

“Ready for me to pull out, kitten?” The answer he gets is a mumbled and pitiful “no”, which he laughs at, affectionately patting your hip. “Sorry, princess, we have to let Stevie have his turn.”

With that, he nods to Steve, who reaches over to the nightstand and procures a phone, handing it to Bucky. Bucky places his metal hand on the inside of your right thigh, holding it in place while he goes to the camera app on his phone. 

“Okay, princess, gonna pull out now.” With his phone aimed at your hips, he slowly pulls out, hissing quietly but not stopping until his cock finally slips free. He moans softly, and when you finally manage to lift your head enough to see what he’s doing you see the phone leaning closer, capturing the no doubt obscene view of his cum dripping out of your hole. Bucky takes a few pictures and then tosses the phone back to Steve, who places it back on the nightstand.

The men shift, maneuvering your limp body until you’re laying flat on your back with Steve kneeling on the bed between your legs while Bucky stands off to the side, gripping his still-hard cock.

“Alright, beautiful,” Steve says, adjusting a pillow underneath your hips. “You ready for me?”

It takes a second to process his words, but when you do you nod your head as fast as you can, nearly giving you whiplash. You don’t care though, all you care about is the delicious stretch in your core as Steve pushes in slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Steve growls, stopping when his crotch is flush against yours with his pubic bone pressing against your clit. He grinds his hips against yours, the stimulation to your clit making you whine loudly.

Steve is drastically different from Bucky, he fucks you slow and sweet, though no less forceful, reaching deep in your pussy until you can barely gasp for air. When your head lolls to the side, you see Bucky stroking his cock in time with Steve’s thrusts, and, without thinking, you reach for him, beckoning him forward until he’s close enough that you can wrap your hand around it. Both men moan, and Bucky brings up his flesh hand and cups one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing over your nipple, pinching and twisting just right so it’s bordering on a delicious kind of pain.

Then, a loud smack rings through the air, Steve’s hips jerking forward almost immediately after.

“Pick it up, babe,” Bucky says with a smirk, chuckling at Steve’s agitated look, but he does so nonetheless.

Steve starts fucking you with intent, slamming into you at a borderline inhuman speed - and you don’t know how it’s possible but the orgasm building in your core seems to be more intense than the last. And after a few more thrusts, you’re plunged into the dark abyss of pleasure - mind going blank as a loud sob rips through your throat.

It’s an indeterminate amount of time later when you regain consciousness, and this time you don’t recognize the room you’re in. It takes a few moments for you to shake the fogginess out of your mind enough to notice that you’re alone in the large bed, and when you raise your head to look around the room you can’t see Bucky or Steve. But the pictures of the two of them and friends scattered throughout the space show you that this is their room.

“Bucky?” You call softly, your eyebrows furrowing when you hear no reply. Stretching your arms above your head, you force yourself out of bed - noticing that you’re now covered with a large shirt that smells a lot like Steve’s cologne. You go into the bathroom to find it empty, then wander to the large walk-in closet - again, empty.

Where are they?

“Steve?” You say a little louder, tentatively opening the bedroom door and peeking out, finding the hallway empty and quiet. There’s a spark of uneasiness that ignites in your stomach, though you try to stomp it out by reasoning with yourself - they’re busy men, after all.

When you look to your right, you see a set of double doors at the end of the long hallway, and something in you tells you to check there. As you walk down to the doors, more uneasiness pops up, it just feels a little too quiet. But the closer you get you can start to hear whispers, and they become more prominent when you stop right outside the doors. Bits and pieces of conversation flow through the wood.

“I want him gone within the hour.”

“Off the bridge.”

“They won’t find him.”

But one line hits you differently.

“Don’t let her find out.”

Your curiosity is extremely peaked, and it takes all of your willpower to bring your hand up to knock. You feel a little like you’re intruding, but you’re too confused to not impose.

The door opens a few moments later, though it’s only cracked halfway, and Steve appears in the doorframe.

“Hello, beautiful,” He says sweetly, reaching out a hand to hold your hip. “Why don’t you go back do bed, hm? I’ll be right there.”

“But, Buck-”

“Is just dealing with a few things. We had to deal with a business related issue, but he’ll join us when he’s done.” Steve is calm, and the soft look in his eyes is enough to quell any anxiety you were feeling. You’re not sure how he’s able to do it, but he’s mesmerizing, already able to manipulate you to his liking.

You’re sure it’s supposed to be frightening, but you can’t find it in you to care. Unlike John, you know with an enormous amount of certainty that they would never harm you, they’ll protect you.

What you don’t know is just how far they’ll go to protect you - to save you from deadbeat men who are too selfish to not recognize a treasure when he has one. And men that are too stupid to know when he’s being lied to. You don’t need to know that, though.

So, with a smile and a kiss, he sends you on your way, only retreating back into the room when you go in theirs.

“That was close,” Bucky says as he hangs up the phone, putting it back in his pocket.

“It’s okay, she doesn’t know.” Steve turns to his partner, both of them wearing matching smirks. “And she never will.”

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bouncer!steve x fem!reader steve’s night.

🎵 I finally found someone that can make me laugh, hahaha you so crazy, I think I wanna have your baby.🎵

summary: You’ve got a crush on the new bouncer at The Foxy Lounge. Turns out he’s not very good at his job.

word count: 13.6k

warnings: 18 + 90’s AU// Steve is in his early 30’s, Your date gets drunk and says some night nice things, some mild violence (bar fights), possessive steve, fingering, smut (p in v) cream pie, ass eating (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), dirty talk.

authors note: It’s finally here! Part two of Whatta man! Steve’s night. You don’t have to read Eddie’s Night to read this one, I just think it’s more fun if you do 😉 There’s LOTS of bartender!eddie in this fic if you miss him though. (he’s your bff) This part has been a long time coming (since march lol) and I’m so happy to finally share this with you. Thank you to all of my friends who have had to listen to me talk about this for months and all of you guys who have sent me asks about our favorite boys at the foxy lounge! I wouldn’t of been able to do this with out your endless support, and excitement for this little world. Thank you, ily forever 💗

The perks of moving into the apartment that presides above The Foxy Lounge were vast for a single girl like yourself, but the perks of becoming friends with the bartender that worked there seemed to make them endless. 

Memorized orders and free drinks when he was feeling nice (which he almost always was), he wore the crown of wingman of the century with pride, Eddie always made sure you had a good time. It was days like today that were your favorite though, heading home from a shitty morning shift at work, you weren’t surprised when you tugged on the front door an hour before open and it wasn’t locked. The annoyed look on his face told you he wasn’t either. An irritated groan leaves his chest at the carelessness of the owner and your landlord before popping the caps off two beers with ease. The loud clink of metal to glass echoes in the empty bar, as he flips his bottle opener between his fingers like muscle memory stuffing it in his back pocket.

“He’s gonna get us robbed one day, and I’m just gonna take my favorite bottle for damages and let them have the rest at this point.” His smile shows the lack of truth behind his words when you sit in the stool in front of him.

“Lucky for the both of you, it’s always just me.”  Winking when you take a swig, the bitter liquid and the company eases the bad day out of your bones almost instantly.

The beginnings of a relaxed sigh start to push past your lips when the jarring sound of his rings slapping against the wood of the bar to the tune of a drum roll has you tense right back up. You’re unable to stop the slam of your beer before deadpanning, “you know I hate when you do that-“

“My best buddy Steve starts tomorrow night, I finally got Rick to say yes.” Eddie’s excitement has him vibrating when he cuts you off to tell you the news of the latest Foxy Lounge employee. “You’re gonna have such a crush on him. I’m calling it now.” The smirk on his face and the arch of his brow dare you to challenge him as he leans forward into your space.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you start picking at the white sticker wrapped around the bottle. 

“As if you know my type, Munson.” You can’t control the twitch of your lips the second the words leave your mouth when you finally dare to meet his amused gaze.

Eddie knew your type better than anyone else. Watching the men and sometimes women you’d bring upstairs weekend after weekend. He had you pegged and the Cheshire smile on his face told you he knew it too.

“I can hear it now.” He changes the pitch of his voice so it sounds like a bad version of yours before he continues with an exaggerated batting of his lashes, “Oh Eddie, Steve is just so dreamy. Do you think he thinks I’m cute? Will you talk to him? Come on Eddie!”

“I do NOT talk like that, asshole!” Launching a handful of bar nuts at him, he raises his hands in mock surrender shaking out the few that got stuck in his hair with a booming laugh.

“I don’t think that's a nice way to treat the guy who not only didn’t kick you out but also gave you a free beer before we opened, sweetheart.” His dimpled grin and perfect smile almost has your stomach in butterflies.

“I basically live here, besides your boss is the one who left the door unlocked. Maybe it’s a good thing you’re upping your security around here,” you tease, gulping down the rest of the beer before sliding the empty bottle over. 

“We’ll see about this Steve guy you won’t shut up about, who knows Eddie, maybe it’s you who’s got a crush.” 

Sweeping up the mess you made behind his bar he smirks before wiggling his brows.

“Everyone’s got a crush on Steve, baby.”

The pink fluorescent lights of the Foxy Lounge sign that hangs outside your window paints your studio in a blush tinted glow. It bleeds through the sheer floor length curtains, softening its harshness in a way that you liked. The darkness outside always makes it shine brightest around this time, a constant fight with your overhead lamp before bed. Your eyes catch the glaring red numbers on your clear digital clock reading 8:45pm.

Shit. You’re late.

No Doubt’s I’m Just A Girl plays loud enough through your boom box speakers to drown out the murmurs of the bar downstairs that spill through the slight crack in your bedroom window. You finish the last touch ups to the bubble gum colored gloss that coats your lips, smacking them together loudly. You give yourself a sweet smile in the mirror before fluttering your lashes for good measure. The finishing touch.

Finally feeling ready enough to leave, you adjust the black velvet choker around your neck with lavender painted nails. They highlight the lime green tube top that wraps around your chest as you pull at your black maxi skirt that sits above your hips hugging your curves just right.

You give yourself one last once over while you slip on your clunky Steve Madden slides, telling yourself the whole time you didn’t get all done up for the new bouncer. Instead you tell yourself it’s because you want to get lucky with the guy that invited you to get last minute drinks conveniently at the bar you above.

Turning around to give your studio apartment the safety check, you shuffle over your baby blue carpet with loud clacks from your sandals to hurriedly straighten your pink comforter and snuff out your incense. Grabbing your bag, you rush out with a flip of the light switch, only getting two steps away before having to pop back in to grab your keys hanging by the door.

The platforms on your slides are heavy as you make your way down the staircase, the narrow hallway bouncing your steps off the walls despite the cushion of the ugly brown carpet. One hand on the banister and the other dragging along the wall for balance, you pick up your pace barreling towards the door. Pushing it open with more force than normal, you hit something on the other side, hard.

An oof and the sound of plastic skidding across the sidewalk is followed by the crash of a stool that must’ve belonged to whoever was sitting on it. Stepping onto the pavement with a clack from your sandals, you stop in your tracks when you see his broad shoulders first. Bent over, you watch him collect what looks like an orange Tamagotchi, stuffing it quickly in his back pocket before brushing the dust off his dark denim clad thighs. The way he fills his jeans has your mouth dry up and his muscles flex under the black cotton shirt that wraps tight around his torso, the seams barely containing what’s underneath. Turning around he runs a big hand through his honey colored locks that stop just below his ears, pushing the fly aways from his face while the shine of the street lamp highlights his cheekbones and sharp jaw.

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes rake over your form while yours follow the freckles that run along his neck that lead to small moles placed like a cluster of stars along his jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks. The expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in a matter of seconds flat, the whites of his teeth showing when he gives you an easy smile.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you hate that he has your nerves getting the best of you.  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary, it was an accident, honey.”

The endearment leaves his mouth while his lips turn his smile crooked, and it makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground, a matching chain slips out from under his shirt and the glow above gives you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile, you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as you’re okay-“

“Steve,” he offers his name with a flash of his teeth again, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot,” you say, doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks burn.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips. Jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves again before offering you another grin.

It makes you do one thing a man has never made you genuinely do. You giggle. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you hardly recognize yourself anymore.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice is sweet despite the roll of your eyes, his jaw clenches against the wood. He liked that.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger, his eyes lingering on your open window for a second before bringing all his attention back on you. The tension grows even thicker when he kicks off the wall, realization hitting him. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his bronzed skin, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside. 

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue, he pushes the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk telling you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too,” you lick your lips, tasting the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded shimmering lids, “Steve.”

He inches just a little closer to teeter on the edge of what’s appropriate before responding, “Oh yeah? Did you like what you heard baby?”

His smile is as sinful as it is blinding. A darkened gaze locked on yours as he pulls the tooth pick out his mouth letting the sharp end snag his bottom lip before stuffing it in his back pocket again.

The electricity in the air sparks and fizzes, standing close enough to see the freckles that line his nose and the specks of glitter smattered in a similar pattern on your cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Raising an eyebrow, your response has him sucking his teeth before rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek accepting your answer with a nod of his head.

Pulling out a small red flashlight with a soft click of the button at the end, white light floods the dark. The beam roams over the expanse of your body with a purposeful path before stopping at his outstretched hand.

“I.D.?” Amusement evident in his voice, he wiggles his fingers at you keeping up with his charade. The motion daring to make a mess of your underwear.

You try to cover up your laugh with a fake scoff, making it come out loud enough for him to snort. Your lips twitch as you try to fight the losing battle with the smile threatening to break across your face. 

“What? I need to be careful here sweetheart. It’s my first night, I gotta make sure you’re really who you say you are, and not just some pretty girl trying to flirt her way inside.” He keeps the perfect poker face while he tuts at you to hurry up for the invisible line behind you.

“Would it have worked?” you ask handing him your driver’s license, wincing internally at the picture he is about to see.

Brushing his fingers against yours when he takes it for closer examination, he huffs out a laugh before looking down at you with a smug grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He winks like an expert before making a big show of bringing your ID close to his face like it might be a fake.

Tsking to himself as he reads it over, he peeks over at you with a sly smirk. “A whole year older than me. Good for you, I like older women.”

Closing the space that developed when you had to dig in your purse, you snatch the plastic out of his hand, relishing in the way his breath hitches because of it. “I’m shocked you can read Steve, Eddie’s taste can be a bit…shoddy.”

“I think I’m pretty good at it actually, I’m good at reading a lot of things.” Ignoring your jab he’s quick to regain his confidence. “Things like, I don’t know, body language.” The spice of the cinnamon returns when he pulls out his toothpick again. He flashes you his pearly whites when he bites down, keeping his eyes locked on yours, a silent dare to prove him wrong.

Like magnets finding each other, the toes of his boots brush against your sandals. When did he get this close again?

Mariah Carey’s Fantasy cuts off any witty response that sits on the tip of your tongue as the bar door creaks open, rudely snapping you both back to reality. A boy who looks barely above the legal age is the culprit for popping your bubble, stopping dead in his tracks when the flirting bouncer’s attention redirects itself to where it should be. You already miss it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, punk.” Grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt, he mutters a ‘shit’ under his breath. 

You take a step back, your eyes meeting Eddie's from inside, the commotion catching his and a few other patrons' stares, including your date.

Oh yeah, you had a date.

“I’m gonna need to see some I.D.” Steve’s voice drops deeper after he clears his throat, if his tamagotchi didn’t beep right after, signaling it’s need to be fed it would’ve been more intimidating. Your own digital pet buried at the bottom of your bag probably doing the same, already reborn fresh this morning from forgetting it at home while at work the night before.

“Umm, you see, I left my wallet at home,” the kid starts to stammer, the metal of his braces showing when he gives the bouncer a nervous grin.

Almost forgetting he had an audience, Steve’s eyes meet yours, softening before that million dollar smile takes over his handsome face.

“You’re free to go in. You know where to come when you wanna talk about all those things you liked hearing about me.”

Your stomach flutters despite the roll of your eyes at his words and you're reminded crossing the threshold that you’re here to meet another man, already scolding yourself for not taking Eddie’s warning seriously.

“I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, Steve?” You linger in the door frame, looking at him from over your shoulder, and it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“You already know the answer to that, gorgeous.” His toothpick switches sides again before finally going back to doing his job, tugging the kid closer.

“I.D. or no entry dick head.”

Despite there being no line outside, the bar was pretty full. The low buzz of conversation before the drinks really start to hit filling the crowded space. Mariah finishes her last high note when your eyes connect with Eddie’s before meeting Devin’s. He’s dressed like Danny Tanner and it makes you cringe. Pushing up his wire frame glasses, he waves so eagerly the Salmon’s that cover his dress shirt look like they're swimming in the background rapids with the movements of his arm. He’s completely oblivious to Eddie mocking him behind his back, mouthing ‘DORK’ with a shit eating grin before finally attending to the girl with smeared makeup that had been desperately trying to get his attention from the other end of the bar.

You take a deep breath, readjusting the strap of your bag before you push your chin up making your way over. Determined to have a good time, you put on your best face, returning his wave with forced enthusiasm while Steve’s smile etches itself into your memory permanently.

Paula Abdul’s Vibeology starts pumping through the speakers around you, the sticky floor vibrating with the bass under your sandals as you sway your hips to the beat. He stands up when you approach his spot at the bar and you notice his button up is tucked into mustard colored corduroy slacks, and it makes you miss the tight fitting denim of the man outside even more. Shaking your head to try and get rid of all the thoughts swirling in your head about the guy you weren’t on a date with, you desperately try to match Devin’s excited energy when he opens his arms for a hug.

“I was starting to get worried you were standing me up.” He laughs nervously as you tuck yourself into his chest. Your eyes peek over his shoulder meeting Eddie’s again as he slides your favorite drink over (tequila and pineapple), and god you wish you hadn’t.

Wiggling his eyebrows, you flip him the bird behind Devin’s back watching the bartender pretend to catch it and put it in his pocket making your eyes hit the back of your skull.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of the time.” Not a total lie you leave out the fact that you forgot about him completely just a few minutes ago. Pulling away, you avoid his eyes, too scared they’ll give you away.

“All is forgiven, pretty lady.” He bows slightly, and you have to ignore the way Eddie snorts as he walks past with hands full of Miller Lite.

“You’re so sweet,” cringing at how fake your voice comes out but Devin doesn’t seem to notice as you both take your seats, knees barely touching between the space of the stools.

“Thanks for agreeing to drinks tonight, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. Just didn’t know, w-with office etiquette a-and all,” stuttering, his nerves get the best of him. He tries to hide it behind a sip of his beer.

“No, I’m, I’m glad you did,”you lie, your eyes flicking to the door one more time before grabbing your drink. An awkward silence settles between the two of you as you press your lips to the rim to slurp at the top to prevent any spill over.

God, you already want this to be over.

The conversation does get easier after your first drink, the flirting a little less forced as your hand finds its way to squeeze his thigh when you laugh at something he says that’s only half funny. Choking on the foam from his beer from your sudden touch, he wipes his mouth bashful from his outburst. Eddie murmurs a “go easy on him tiger” when he gets you a refill, earning him your bratty tongue. 

“So you transferred here last year from Portland, right Devin? What’s it like over there?” Resting your chin on your knuckles, you look up at him from under your lashes enjoying the way it makes his breath catch.

“It was- It was a lot different from here…”

Finally on your A game, you try not to pay attention when the front door opens behind your date. It’s to no avail when you catch his figure in your peripheral and you can’t fight it anymore. All the progress you’ve made going out the window when Steve makes his first reappearance since your arrival. 

Toothpick replaced with what looked like Big Red chewing gum, his hazel eyes scan the crowd before landing on you. The smirk that you’d been trying to forget tugs at the corners of his lips, and any luck that Devin might have had with you tonight disappears like that.

The bouncer looks pointedly at the man beside you, sizing him up, smile stretching wider when he assesses his threat. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms across his chest so the sleeves of his shirt look like they are being pushed to their limits as the muscles in his biceps flex. Hips pushed out in a way that’s daring you to look below his waist, he throws you a wink with a snap of his gum.

“...So yeah, that’s the long and short , it,” Devin finishes with a proud smile and you just nod, not catching a single word he said.

Steve’s stare is relentless, and your body responds to it without you having to even meet his gaze. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, jaw clenching with every hard chew of his gum. Pushing himself off the wall, he starts a slow walk towards you. Big heavy steps bring him closer, every thud of his boots making your thighs clench, as you try desperately to stay concentrated.

Your date’s in the middle of another story that sounds like white noise, your lack of attention making him a babbling mess. He doesn’t notice the way Steve stops next to him first, giving him a once over from up close to make sure he wasn’t missing something from afar before coming up to you with the kind of smile that’s dripping with trouble.

“....So the logistics of it are kinda crazy when you think-“

“Just checking on my pretty new friend over here,” Steve cuts Devin off, not interested in anything but you. His large hand finds the small of your back, his palm almost big enough to cover the exposed skin between your skirt and top. It sends a shiver up your spine that the pad of his thumb soothes when it rubs circles over your sprouting goosebumps. “Having a good night, baby?”

The pet name falls so smoothly off his tongue that it takes Devin a minute to realize that it even left Steve’s mouth, a scowl souring his face when he sees the way your eyes glaze over looking up at the bouncer. 

“Yeah, I’m having a real nice time Steve.” Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, he notices the subtle way you lean into his touch. Your body needy for more.

“You better be.” He winks, letting the blunt ends of his nails scratch along your back before adding salt to Devin’s wound, “And you know where to find me if that changes.” 

There’s a knowing smirk that plays on the edges of his mouth, biting his lip he finally tears his eyes away from you to give a head nod to the date you’d forgotten about for the second time tonight. Steve tosses him a wink too, a gesture that makes Devin’s jaw clench. Steve opens his mouth to say something that was sure to piss him off more, but he’s cut off by the sound of Eddie’s rings slamming hard on the bar behind you. 

“Dude! What the fuck are you doing inside? Do you know how many people have walked in without getting checked? It's PEAK hours!” The bartender's eyes are frantic, fingers running through his curls as he yells at his friend. “Quit flirting and go do your job. Also, is that a fucking kid man?”

Eddie points to the boy that the bouncer stopped earlier who was snooping around abandoned tables in search for leftovers he was definitely not of legal age for, Steve’s cheeks tint the color of your lipgloss when he looks at you with sheepish eyes. The confidence he was dripping with disappears into embarrassment while doing his best to ignore the smug look on your date’s face.

“Calm down man, it was three minutes! I’ll get rid of the fuckin’ kid. Again.” He rubs the back of his neck as he walks away, stalking towards the boy who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hey asshole! You must’ve grown eight years in twenty minutes for me to be seeing you here!” 

The boy raises his hands up in surrender slowly backing away, giving Steve an opportunity to turn around to toss you one last smile and wiggle his fingers at Devin before focusing on the high schooler who is already halfway out the door. The kid's walk turns into a run when Steve cracks his knuckles for show, following him out with long strides, disappearing back outside and out of sight.

You’re left with awkward silence between you and your date as Eddie stomps away muttering under his breath. Devin clears his throat, twirling his beer, the glass against the wood making a sound that starts to grate on your nerves. He’s daring you to look at him. The huff he exhales afterwards begs you to look. Your mind races with ideas of how to get out of this and when you dare to finally take a peek, he’s looking forward, emptying the last of his bottle.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette!” You blurt out, grabbing your bag and leaving no time for a response. Your sandals clack as you power walk to the door. To Steve.

The summer night is sticky on your face when you step out of the bar, the sound of a girl’s sniffled “You’re right Steve” directing your stare to the bouncer you were looking for. Sitting on the very stool you knocked him off of, his big boots sit on the lowest footrest with his knees spread wide. Inviting. His eyes connect with yours, widening a bit when you smirk at him while getting yourself comfortable on the brick wall on the opposite side of the door. Digging your cigarettes out of your purse, you notice the girl next to him has mascara running down her cheeks that she only makes worse when she wipes them with the back of her hand. 

“You know Maryanne, it sounds like this isn’t the first time he’s done this to you. I think it’s time to kick him to the curb. You deserve better.” He speaks to her like they’ve been friends their whole lives and you have no idea how he’s learned so much about her in the few minutes he’s been outside. Crossing his arms as he leans back enough for the legs of the stool to pull up, he catches himself with his shoulders against the wall behind him. 

“He sounds like a chump if you ask me,”you chime in, lighting your cigarette. Steve’s smile shines under the pink luminescent sign above him when he hears your voice. The wooden legs of his stool smacking loud against the cement when he pushes off the wall.

She’s startled by your sudden appearance, not noticing when you came out - too lost in her own world. She gives you a weak smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she nods, tugging at her high pony and somehow making it higher. The sequined scrunchy in her hair catches the street light as she tries hyping herself up to return to whoever was making her cry inside.

“He is a chump, but most men are.” She sighs, her shoulders relaxing a little more as she calms down.

“You’ve got this honey, tell him to fuck off and go home with Lisa if that’s what he wants so bad,” Steve champions, patting her on the back, a new layer to Maryanne’s story being revealed. His eyes flick back to you as you take a drag, the mossy green going dark when he watches your cheeks hollow.

“Thanks for listening Steve, I’m gonna go back in now.” She wipes her nose one more time, before giving you a polite head nod.

“Have Eddie make you something sweet, and tell him it’s on me.” The bouncer winks, giving her the boost of confidence she needs before opening the door you just came out of. Monifah’s Touch It adds to the tension between Steve and you when it leaks out of the bar as she disappears inside. The bass thumps against the brick, leaving the song just muffled enough to be background noise when it closes behind her.

The air is heavier, thicker with something you both know is there. Playing hard to get, you don’t meet his gaze, despite feeling it over every curve and dip of your body. Inhaling another hit of nicotine, you lift your head up to exhale the smoke into the dark sky, extending your neck for him to see before you finally give in and chance a glance in his direction.

He looks far too handsome, smiling wide when you meet his eyes, all his perfectly white teeth baring themselves at you in a way that makes your legs shake.

“Missed me already baby?” His feet hit the sidewalk, his man spread somehow bigger this way as he scoots closer to the edge of the stool. 

“You’re not very good at your job, are you?” You grin, successfully dodging the answer he already knows as your head hits the side of the building. Tilting your chin in his direction with your lip tucked between your teeth, you catch his narrowed glare.

“Nice try sweetheart, I used to watch Road House, religiously. I learned from the best. I’m just distracted,” the buttery smoothness of his voice returns, the last of his sentence coming out in a purr.

“Distracted?” You quirk a brow, not giving into him just yet.

“Yes, very much so and I regret to inform you that it’s all your fault too.” He sticks his bottom lip out at you in a pout, earning the giggle he’d been trying to get again since he first heard it, even if it's accompanied by your pretty eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“I’m on a date, Steve.” Even though you know it’s a weak comeback at this point, you still give it and he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Where? I don’t see him.”

Your cheeks heat up at his observation so you take another drag of your half smoked cigarette to try and hide the way he’s affecting you.

“I’m supposed to be quittin’, but you’re makin’ it look too good, pretty girl. Let me have a puff?” His question is an invitation, making the first move to call your bluff, to get you closer.

“Is that why you seem to have a cinnamon addiction?” you tease, not surprised when you kick off the wall accepting it with a smirk and an exaggerated sway of your hips.

He licks his lips while his eyes roam the length of your body unashamed, one large hand raking through his hair when you stop close enough to smell the topic of discussion on his breath. 

“Could be addicted to worse,” he murmurs, not sure where to look having you between his legs like this. 

“It’s a Newport, S‘that okay, Steve?” you ask him from underneath flirting lashes. His breath hitching before a sly smirk spreads across his pink lips.  

“More than okay baby.” He leans closer, fingers wrapping around the plush curve of your hip to anchor you in place.

Tipping up on your toes, your hand comes down on his thigh making the muscle flex against your palm, your touch sending shocks through the rough denim while the other holds the gloss stained end up to his mouth. 

Steve holds your stare when his lips wrap around where yours just were. His nails dig half crescent moons into your exposed skin as his cheeks hollow out. You can feel your heartbeat between your legs, your brows meeting in the middle when he tugs you even closer before tilting his head up. The thick expanse of his neck on full display as he blows out his drag, adam's apple bobbing in the light making the moles dance across his skin. 

“The strawberry really sets it off.” He grins as his hand dares to slide down the top curve of your ass, making it his new home when you make no moves to get away from him.

“Thanks, it’s my favorite gloss.” You shrug, pretending to unphased by his teasing, but the mess in your panties would give you away if he could see.

“Maybe I could get a better taste,” his words are bold, but his free hand is bolder. Soft fingertips play with the top hem of your skirt, daring to dip under the fabric every once and awhile and he swears he hears you whimper.

“You want more?” Your voice comes out small, dripping in honey just for him. You know what he really wants, but he’s not gonna get it yet.

“God, if you’ll let me honey.” There’s a light squeeze on the dough of your ass, and it makes you flutter around nothing.

You lean in slowly, your hand moving further up his thigh watching the way his chest starts to rise and fall from it. Stretching the cotton of his shirt with every breath. The fingers that had been exploring the top of your skirt start a path up to the bottom of your top. A low hum coming from under his breath when the sweetness of your body lotion hits his nose. 

His eyes shut when your faces get close enough that he feels like he can taste the strawberry that he wants so bad. He doesn’t notice when you pull back at the last second to replace your kiss with another puff until your cigarette shoves past his puckered lips. 

When he opens them, he’s met with your giggles, a sound he wants on a loop. He pretends to glare, still taking the hit you were offering him, exhaling it through his nose like an angry bull. He opens his mouth to chastise you but the beeping of his digital pet interrupts his intimidating moment again.

“Gotta get that?” Your lips twitch while you try to contain your laugh, flicking the cigarette onto the street.

“Listen, my best friend got it for me. I thought it was incredibly stupid, and I definitely told her it was too.” The hand on your waist leaves to dig his Tamagotchi out of his front pocket. “But now I’m attached to the little guy.” 

The key chain sized toy lights up in his hand, as he starts to feed it with a press of a button.

“Mine died yesterday,” you admit and the laugh you’d been fighting off echoes loudly when he looks up at you horrified. 

“What? Do you have it with you now?”he questions as the small happy tune plays signaling that his pet is fully satisfied. 

“She’s somewhere in my bag, don’t worry she was reborn this morning,” your words don’t reassure him considering they seem to need food every thirty minutes and you haven’t pulled it out once since he’s met you.

“Sounds like you want her to die again to me.” Steve’s very real concern about your Tamagotchi has you smirking.

“They die so easily, you’re telling me yours hasn’t died?” 

Your jaw drops when he shakes his head ‘no’, a smugness taking over his handsome features.

“Steve, that’s like really hard to do.” You don’t know whether you should be impressed or roast him but when his hand grips at your ass one more time you decide it’s the first.

“Better give her to me for the night baby, I’ll keep her nice and healthy for my favorite girl.” Stuffing his back into his pocket, he holds his palm open for you in a vow to keep your digital pet alive and an excuse to see you later.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you obey his wishes. Digging to the bottom of your bag till you find your purple one. The screen already going off, and the muffled beeping that signaled the need for it to be fed finally becomes loud enough to hear.

“See! I told you. On the cusp of death already.” 

You drop it in his hand, right as an older trucker comes barreling out of the bar reminding you where you’re at and that Devin is still waiting inside. Again.

“Fuck, I should go back in.” You sigh as your fingers play with the seam on the leg of his jeans.

“Go back in and tell that guy to get lost,” the bouncer almost whines, his grip on your hip tightening before he lets you go.

“Steve,” you huff but the smile on your face gives him hope.

“Just saying sweetheart, could be fun.” He shrugs, putting on an air of nonchalance while your Tamagotchi dangles from his thumb.

You both know who you really want to go home with tonight.

The bubble you and Steve are in pops as soon as you get back inside The sound of the distant cars on the freeway and Steve’s voice is replaced with Return of the Mack and the crowd that was at a simmer when you first got here is now at a full boil. 

You have to get rid of Devin.

He’s right where you left him, hunched over and twirling his beer bottle on top of the bar. You notice the three empty shot glasses before you see Eddie dropping off another one while giving you the kind of eyes that say ‘Come take care of your date’ as he walks away. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards him going over all the ways you can let him down easy while your nerves drown out the little bit of guilt you had for ditching him.

“Heeeey,” your voice is high pitched, awkwardness dripping from its tone when you finally return to your stool next to him.

Crickets.

You freeze - he’s ignoring you. How can you get rid of him if he’s ignoring you? Your eyes shift around the bar nervously, offering an awkward tight lipped smile when anyone meets your stare. You search for Eddie again, hoping to silently ask for help but his back is to you, clearly putting the moves on a girl at the other end.

“Devin.” 

You hope that saying his name will elicit the desired response but that dwindles quickly when he chugs the rest of his beer, continuing his charade and keeping his gaze forward before slamming the empty bottle down.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he grumbles, irritation laced in every word before he pushes off the stool still not meeting your eyes.

You wait till he’s out of earshot before you let out a groan, your long disappearance clearly pissed him off. Propping yourself up by your elbows on the sticky bar, you close your eyes, rubbing your temples while you try to think of the right way to go about this. Eddie’s knowing chuckle is the last thing you want to hear but that’s just how the night is going now.

“You pretty little scoundrel!” He slaps the spot in front of you forcing your eyes open, his smile only widening when you glare at him.

“He’s so pissed and now thanks to you,” gesturing towards the empty shot glasses Eddie gets rid of with quick hands, you avoid the real reason, “He’s gonna be trashed!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa sweetheart. I’m not the one who can’t keep their hands off Stevie boy. And on a date too? Tsk tsk tsk.” He crosses his arms with a shake of his head, “Now you broke poor Derek’s -“

“Devin.”

“Whatever - fish guy’s heart. Aren’t you in a little predicament hmm?” Eddie hums the last part, but you can see the excited glint in his eyes. He loves watching your escapades.

“Listen,” you can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your strawberry lips under his knowing gaze, “When you told me he was hot Eddie, you didn’t tell me he was that hot.”

Smirking, you enjoy watching the way his face contorts knowing that was a damn lie.

“Are you kidding?” He throws his hands in the air, giving you the reaction you were baiting him for, “It was the first thing I told you.”

You laugh loudly at his exasperation with your antics, almost forgetting about Devin entirely for the third time tonight. 

“Have fun figuring out this little love triangle you’ve created, I need to get to the rest of the paying customers so I can get back to that hottie at the end of the bar.” He points to the girl he was talking to earlier who’s sipping a drink she looks surprised to even like.

“I bet you aren’t charging her for anything are you?” You narrow your eyes playfully, cackling when he rolls his waving you off as he walks away.

Sliding off the stool, you tug up your tube top, ready to give it to Devin straight, more than eager to get back outside again. 

“I knew the guys in the office said you were easy, but I didn’t think you’d be spreading your legs for anything that walked on our date.” Devin’s voice comes as a surprise, but the tight grip on your arm pulling you to him is an even bigger one.  

Searing rage fills every part of your body at the fact that he put his hands on you, palms flat on his chest, you use all your strength to shove him away. Shock paints his features, not expecting you to fight back so aggressively. All the drinks he’s had make him stumble back, losing his footing almost falling into the couple next to him.

“Well I’m sure as shit not spreading them for you!” you spit, looking him up and down with disgust before putting a finger in his face, “And your shirt? It’s fucking ugly.”

You give him one last once over before shaking your head and walking away. Heading back towards the entrance, you notice Steve inside again. A hard glare is set on his face, nostrils flaring as he zeros in on Devin behind you who’s still trying to regain his balance. 

God, it’s the hottest he’s looked all night. 

Steve’s hazel eyes meet yours and they instantly soften when you can’t help but smile as he opens the door for you.

“Thanks Stevie,” using Eddie’s nickname, you run your hands across his chest when you walk by, just to add salt to Devin’s wound.

The flush that paints his cheeks tells you how much he likes it.

“When I told you to ditch your date, I didn’t mean to fist fight him, honey,” he teases, following you outside, letting the chipped red door shut behind you and muffling the sounds of the bar again. 

“He got mad about my little disappearance before I could let him down easy.” Turning around, you bite your bottom lip to try to hide your growing smile.

“Poor guy.” Steve grins before taking the two steps to close the gap, to crowd your space. Cinnamon fanning across your face, “Never stood a chance.”

It’s harder for you to breathe when he looks at you like he wants to kiss you, but before you can respond, the door flies open.A drunk Devin stumbling out with a glare breaking you two apart.

“Of course, of FUCKING course. Not even two seconds later? You really are a slut, huh?” Devin seethes, stumbling out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m really going to need you to watch your mouth champ. No need to call girls names. You’re a big boy.” Steve’s tone is condescending as he squares up, making sure you’re behind him.

“You think you’re so fucking cool,” Devin scoffs before hiccuping, “Careful with this one, she’s probably sucked your buddy’s dick inside too.” 

“Yeah, that’s enough, asshole. Go home, before I have to beat some respect into that ugly skull of yours.” Steve cracks his knuckles again, but it doesn’t have the same effect as before, Devin only raising his eyebrows at the bouncer.

“Respect? That’s funny. The whore behind you hasn’t heard of it.”  

Steve loses his cool and like a flash he’s on him. Pulling his fist back Steve moves just a little too slow and Devin clocks him right in the jaw. The sound of bone against bone echoes loudly into the night. Stumbling back, Steve cradles where an ugly bruise will start forming in the morning, rubbing it out. He cracks his neck before barreling towards Devin, taking him down to the ground like a football player.

In a flurry of fists and cuss words, Devin somehow gets Steve pinned. The alcohol and anger flowing through his system turns him into The Hulk. Your screams for them to stop fall on deaf ears while they continue to roll around on the ground. Panic sets in when you realize neither man is going to stop. Doing the only thing you know how to do in these situations, you get Eddie.

Frantic, you open the door, ignoring the fact that  Third Eye Blind is playing at the exact worst time, you scream Eddie’s name loud enough to silence the bar.

“Eddie! It’s bad. Steve needs you!” 

He looks up from a clearly flirtatious conversation with the girl from before, both of their eyes landing on you as you get your friends attention. He grumbles, grabbing her hands saying something to her that makes her nod bashfully before jumping over the bar top. Jogging out the front, he towers easily over the two men, neither one of you bothering to check the red heads I.D. that walks in after you.

“The first fucking night man!” Eddie yells at Steve, grabbing Devin by the back of his shirt pulling him off the bouncer with ease, but not before Steve gets one more cheap shot in.

He wrestles against Eddie’s grip for a second before finally giving up with a hiccup, hocking a loogie in Steve’s direction.

“You done?” The bartender's face is unamused, as he waits for Devin to nod. “I never wanna see you or your shitty ass style at my bar again. Beat it bozo before I give you a matching black eye to go with the one Steve gave you.”

Two against one is too much for Devin to take on, so he raises his hands up in surrender when Eddie lets him go. Rolling his tongue against his cheek he shoots you one last glare before turning on his heel. Flipping everyone off as he starts down the sidewalk. Steve returns the gesture, spitting at his retreating form.

“You good?” Eddie asks, extending his hand for his friend to take.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just hate that guy.” Steve mumbles, looking everywhere but at you while he straightens his shirt and dusts off his jeans with bloody knuckles.

“Your hand dude, I can’t have you bleeding all over people I.D’s. and I know Rick doesn’t have a first aid kit. At least I’ve never seen one.” Eddie rubs the back of his neck, stress coming in the form of knitted brows.

“I’ve got one,” you mumble, finally finding your voice and the bartender claps, wiping his hands clean of the situation.

“There, go play nurse with lover boy and get out of my hair tonight. I’m like this close,” he pinches two fingers together to show “to scoring and you both have been fucking it up every chance you can get. I swear to god.” 

Eddie waves you off as he makes his way back in, and you can feel the shift in energy between you and the bouncer you’ve been wanting all night.

Steve’s quiet the whole walk up the stairs to your apartment, fuming with anger and embarrassment, the confidence from before gone while the bruise on his jaw deepens and he cradles his bleeding knuckles.

“This is me,” you break the silence cringing, your voice amplified in the walls of the narrow hallway while you dig out your key.

“Thanks for this, angel,” his words come out in just above a whisper but at least it’s something.

The endearment has a smile creeping across your face and you finally dare to turn around to get a look at him after you hear the click of your lock. You press your back against your open door, it’s your turn to extend an invitation.

“Anytime Stevie.”

His face softens the minute he lays his eyes on you again, jealous of the way you bite your bottom lip sweetly, he wishes it was him. 

You let Steve into your world one heavy boot at a time, locking the door behind you. Watching the way his dimmed eyes brighten, curiosity winning over any leftover irritation. The ghost of a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips while he walks the small space of your studio taking everything in. The neon sign outside your window is the only light that illuminates it, shadows dancing off trinkets on shelves and pictures on walls, he was getting a glimpse of you. 

He stops in the middle of your room, right at the edge of your bed. The dark denim and leather that cover him are a stark contrast against your baby blue rug, but you think he looks like he belongs here. You watch the way he takes in your hastily made bed, licking his lips when he sees a pair of panties that didn’t quite make it in the laundry basket in the corner. The radio you’d forgotten to turn off plays a commercial, filling the space between you, and you aren’t prepared for when he puts his full attention back on you again after not having it for the past twenty minutes. Your body responds immediately to the playful glint in his eye.

“Cute place, for a cute girl.” He grins, running his good hand through his hair before he walks over to the window to take a look at your view.

“I bet you say that to all of em’,” you tease because it’s easier to do with his back to you. Making your way to the bathroom, nerves burst like butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re the only one baby.” 

His response is quick as he turns around, the flirting you’d grown accustomed to coming back like a raging storm. He watches your hips while you walk the short distance with a heavy stare that covers every part of you. Leaning against the door frame with your curves on full display, something shifts behind his eyes. Flipping the lightswitch, white beams break apart the pink, highlighting even more of you for him to drink in.

“Come on handsome, let’s get you patched up.”

His cheeks flush at the new nickname and it's his turn to bite his lip in a shy smile for you. 

It doesn’t take more than a few steps for his long legs, the wood creaking under his weight. Pressing your back to the frame, he stops in front of you with one foot over the threshold and the other still in your room. He takes up so much space. His biceps flex when he reaches for your hip, tugging you even closer, you can smell the menthol still lingering on his breath. On instinct your palm hits his chest, muscles dancing under heated skin as you tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. Squeezing at your softness before he speaks, he lets his middle finger dip under the top of your skirt.

“I really meant it when I said thank you back there. Just need you to know that.” His finger dares to dip lower, rubbing circles that make your back arch, hips pushing forward on a search for his. The curve of your stomach touches the cool metal of his belt buckle and the heat of his body sets fire between your thighs.

“I know you did,” your voice is sweet for him, the tone you know he likes while your hand moves down the dip between his pecs, “Thank you for sticking up for me.”

You can feel the coarse hair that starts at the top of his belly button where your hand stops, and you swear you feel him twitch in his pants. A second one of his fingers finds its way under your skirt and another subtle tug gets you even closer. So close that all you’d have to do is stand on your tiptoes for your lips to touch. 

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he breathes, spice and tobacco taking over. His adam’s apple bobs when he catches the way you start staring at his lips, the gloss on your own shimmering in the new light.

“Anything?” Quirking your brow with a smirk, your innuendo makes him moan and his hold on you tighten.

“Absolutely.” Ducking his head lower so his nose brushes against the bridge of yours, he dares you to make the first move.

“In that case…” Pressing your toes down to push yourself up, the playful glint in your eye goes unnoticed by him.

Your lips are a ghost, his top one barely brushing against your bottom, it's enough for him to taste the strawberry he wanted more of outside but not enough to satisfy. His eyes flutter closed waiting to feel their full plushness but your words bring him back to reality.

“Sit on the toilet for me.”

The specks of emerald shine again when his eyes snap open to see you flat on your feet with a grin. Groaning loudly with fake irritation, he lets go of you in exasperated defeat, letting his head fall back and hit the wood of the frame.

“What? We came up here for my first aid kit, didn't we?” You giggle after you say it, you don’t mean it.

“Sure, sure, yeah, yeah.” Nodding, he runs a hand through his hair while he looks around your bathroom. 

It smells like your coconut body wash and it drives him crazy. He takes an unexpected step forward, his hand finding its way back to your hip to push you against the wall. One heavy boot between your wedged sandals, getting just close enough to kiss you. Is he going to?

It's your eyes that flutter closed this time, your fingers wrapping themselves around his belt loops again. He’s tentative with his injured hand when he uses it to cradle your jaw. His palm is soft as it covers half your neck, his thumb pushing up against your chin to tilt your face up to his. He runs the tip of his nose along your cheek and you feel your knees start to get weak, a whimper begging to fall from your parted lips.

“If that’s the only thing we’re here to do then we should get to it then, huh?” 

Just as quick as he invades your space, he leaves it. The porcelain of your toilet seat cover clunks loudly when he drops himself on it. Spread out like on the stool outside, he takes over the room, leaving you to catch your breath with a smug grin.

It’s a staring contest with narrowed eyes after that, but the twitch of your lips tells him you aren’t actually mad. He snorts when you clear your throat to regain your composure, purposely ignoring the obvious when you bend over to open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the bright red zip up bag. 

“We need to wash your knuckles first, then I’ll put some ointment on them and wrap it up for you. We’ll keep it that way for the night and we can check on it in the morning.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and he catches the slip up instantly.

“Oh? You need to keep me overnight for observations?” 

You bite your lip to try and hide your smile, grabbing a washcloth running it under hot water instead of looking at him. 

“You know what I meant, I’ll come check on it tomorrow when you get to work.” You don’t even believe your lie, and the toothy smile you catch from the corner of your eye tells you he doesn’t either.

“But nurse, I don’t know. I think I should stay, I got hit in the face too. Concussions you know? I really shouldn’t be alone tonight.” He lays it on thick, eating up the way he sees you loving it spreading across your face when you ring out the soapy rag.

You don’t try to hide it when you finally face him, or when you settle between his legs for the second time tonight. The new position has him eye level with your chest, easier access to his lips. You hold your palm out for him, your hand disappearing completely when he drapes his wounded one over it.

“Concussion, huh? Are you feeling light headed Steve?” You play along giving your best impression of a medical professional.

He hisses when you press the damp cloth to his knuckles, sucking in air between his teeth when you start to clean. The soothing circles the pad of your thumb rubs on the side of his hand is almost enough to distract him from it.

“Yeah, but that started before I got hit.” 

You finally dare to meet his gaze, a flattered smile spreading wide across your face that you try to play down with a roll of your eyes.

“Hmmm,” you hum to yourself, deciding not to give in just yet as you switch from the rag to the ointment, getting the bandaging and medical tape out.

“I mean, you’re the professional honey. You tell me.” You feel his good hand tug at the bottom of your skirt while you smear the neosporin on his knuckles with a q-tip, his long fingers flexing at the cooling effect.

“It started before you got hit?” You question with a fake pensive expression, gently taking his palm in your hand to start the wrapping process. 

“Yeah, you see, this girl hit me with a door earlier. Knocked me clean off my stool.” He makes the motion of him falling with a swipe of his hand, “ and I haven’t been the same since if I’m being completely honest.”

It takes everything inside you to not give him the satisfaction of a laugh, the way you met coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“Some would argue putting your stool in front of the door like that is kinda stupid, but that's just my professional opinion.” Your shrug earns a loud laugh from him and you relish in it, promising yourself you’ll get him to do it again.

“All done.” You let go of his hand and he already misses you holding it, but the proud look on your face is a good distraction while you admire your handy work.

He holds it up, and you still can’t get over just how big they are. Curling his fingers in before extending them, he only winces slightly from the pain. The pressure of the bandage already helping. He jumps slightly when the backs of your fingers smooth over the fresh bruise forming on his jaw, the stubble tickling your skin. His eyes watch yours as they rake over the damage, the softness of your touch almost enough to make his eyelids heavy when you stroke the sore spot again.

“What do you think, huh?” His question comes out quiet, the playful edge gone while both his hands find the back of your legs. Rough fingertips run up your calves, catching the bottom of your skirt as they go, “Are you gonna keep me baby?”

A shiver runs up your spine when he hits the back of your thighs and you feel yourself getting pulled closer. He drags his nose up the bare skin of your sternum while his hands grab doughy handfuls just below the curve of your ass. The sound of your moan when his fingers get high enough to just barely graze the soaked material between your weakening legs sends him into overdrive. Growling, he nips at the tops of one of your breasts.

“Come on, tell me, what’s it gonna be?” Despite trying to sound confident, there’s a desperation in the way he asks. He knows you want it but he needs you to say it.

It’s when his fingers slip under the lace trim of your panties that you finally give in with a gentle grab of his chin. His eyes are black when they meet yours, the ends of his nails digging into soft skin. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna keep you.” You give into an urge you’ve had since you laid eyes on him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you spread yourself open for his hands to wander.

He doesn’t hold back anymore and you’re reminded of just how tall he actually is when he stands up. His actions are quick and with purpose, the strength you knew was behind those muscles showing itself when he lifts you onto the edge of the sink with your skirt rucked up to your hips. He man handles you in a way no one ever has and you feel it light a fire in your gut. Impatient for his next move, you grab the collar of his shirt while his hands spread wide over the tops of your thighs, your lips finally getting to do what they’ve wanted all night.

It’s soft at first, both of you moving slow as you figure out what the other likes, careful not to hurt his jaw. One of his hands finds its way back to your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing the length of the bone while his tongue begs you to open up. He traces the top of your lip, shuddering at the taste of the strawberry and it makes him wonder if your skin tastes like the coconut he smells. 

You give him the access he wants, your tongues meeting in the middle, making the fire that had been begging to consume you pour out from your fingertips that bury themselves into the roots at the nape of his neck. You need more. The hard length that has been fighting against the denim of his jeans presses hard into where you want his attention, your legs wrap around him - silently begging him to do it again.

One arm snakes around your lower back, holding you flush against his chest, the grind of his hips giving you the friction that makes you keen. A moan and a breathless “fuck” is what breaks your lips apart when his zipper catches your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure. He uses his new found freedom to kiss down the length of your jaw, humming against your heated skin when you tilt your head to give him better access to all the sensitive places he can’t wait to discover. He sucks the soft spot behind your ear when you meet the next roll of his hips, your slides falling loudly off your feet to the tile floor.

“Steve,” his name comes out in a high pitch whine when he starts sucking a bruise in a place you know you’ll have to try and cover up for the next few days. He was marking you, and you could care less. You hold him there, encouraging more as his teeth graze your pulse point, a “baby” slipping past his lips when he finally pulls away.

He meets your eyes with flushed cheeks and messy hair and the kind of hunger that makes you melt.

“Let me take you to bed, let me take care of you,” he’s panting, his hold on you tightening so you can feel just how bad he needs this. A smirk spreads across his swollen lips when your hips shift in search for more, giving him the answer he needs along with the nod of your head.

Just as easy as he lifted you on the sink, he carries you to the bed, big hands cradling thick thighs before he lays you on your back. Your giggle fills the space in between heavy pants before TLC’s Creep starts playing over the speakers of the radio. His hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and you watch an expanse of new freckles and moles get revealed to you. You want to kiss them all. They dot the spots next to the dark hair over his belly button while the thick thatch of chest hair you’d only gotten a glimpse of glistens with beads of sweat in the glow of the Foxy Lounge light. 

His jeans hang low enough for you to get a glimpse of the veins protruding from the V shape that leads to the part of him that’s sure to make you forget your own name. His grin is cocky when he recognizes the expression on your face. Grabbing your ankle, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. The bottom of your foot resting on the soft hair of his chest while long fingers hold you in place. He keeps his eyes trained on yours while he starts to trail wet kisses down the inside of your leg. The stubble covering his jaw scratching along his path in the best way. He stops when he gets to the soft skin of your knee, nipping playfully, he smirks at the squeal it earns him before he drops your leg in favor of curling his fingers under the top of your skirt.

You lift your hips for him without him having to ask, and the flash of his teeth is almost enough to blind you. He’s slick with his movements, taking your panties too. You hear his breath catch in his throat when he sees the effects all his teasing has on you. His fingers grip at your thighs before pulling your sticky skin apart with a lick of his lips.

“Look at you baby, all this for me?” The last part of his question comes out in a groan when he swipes the pad of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, kicking up in his jeans when your legs shake in response. “So sensitive too. Let me make her feel good, yeah?” 

He swipes his thumb against your clit again making your eyes shut tight and your hips buck.

“I need to hear you say it.” He keeps rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure for you to forget how to speak, “Come on, be a good girl for me.”

His other hand pulls down your tube top, breasts spilling out in the blush light for his eyes to devour. He groans at the sight, his other hand coming up to cup the soft flesh feeling the way your nipples pebble against the warmth of his palm.

“Steeeeve, please.” 

You’re whining for him and it makes his brows pinch together, feeling drunk off you. 

“God angel, you’re fuckin’ beautiful you know that?” He emphasizes his question with his hands, giving your sides a squeeze while his eyes roam every dip and curve of your body. “Turn around for me? I wanna see all of you.”

The look on his face makes you decide that you’ll never deny him anything he asks, giving him a nod, you run your hands up his arms, nails dragging across the light hair before you push yourself up to get on all fours.

You feel completely exposed to him like this, all the secret places of your body on full display. He’s quiet for a minute and it’s almost enough for your nerves to get the best of you until you feel his palm find the apple of your ass. Fingers digging into doughy flesh, a groan loud enough to drown out the music erupts deep from his chest.

“Baby, baby, babyyy,” he emphasizes the last endearment with another handful before pulling your cheeks apart to get a better look at your dripping cunt, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

Your hips wiggle at his words, your walls fluttering around nothing while the cool air from the overhead fan hits your heat, sending goosebumps dancing across your supple flesh. A dark chuckle leaves him when he sees how much power his words have over you. His knees hit the side of the mattress, one hand hooking around your hip while the other runs down the dip of your spine giving you a light push when he hits your shoulder blades until you're bent over for him.

“She likes when I talk to her, huh?” his voice is low, mesmerized when you start dripping on the bed for him and he’s barely touched you, “She likes when I call her pretty doesn’t she?”

The moan that leaves your mouth is pathetic and he wishes he could record it. 

“Playing hard to get all night, but look at you.” His good hand comes down hard enough on your ass for the fat to jiggle and you to fist handfuls of your comforter because of it, “Making such a filthy mess and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

His grip is rough when he tugs your hips, the outline of his dick pressing into you, the denim scratching against your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. 

“Tell me how much you want my mouth baby, tell me how much you want me to make you cum.” He grinds against you again, only this time making sure to apply the kind of pressure that makes your back arch.

“Fuck - Steve, please I want it. I’ve wanted it all night. I’ve wanted it all night,” you're babbling as he circles his hips, fingers kneading your soft skin.

Satisfied with your answer he mumbles a “so good for me” as he pulls away he gives you another light slap to your ass - signaling for you to scoot up, your mattress dipping behind you when he gets on his knees. 

Big hands spread you apart, your forehead hits the comforter when you feel the heat of his breath against your slick folds. Your walls flutter, begging for his attention when his tongue runs a long stripe up your slit. He hums at the taste before he does it again, this time making sure to circle your clit before lapping up everything you were drenching him with like he was thirsty for it. 

“Oh my god,” you huff into your blankets, toes curling when he starts an assault against your bundle of nerves, the pointed tip of his nose pressing deeper into your entrance as he gets lost in the sounds he’s pulling from you.

His fingers stretch across the tiger stripes on your butt cheeks, pulling you even further apart to give him better access. The coil inside you already threatening to snap when he sucks hard on your clit. He lets it go with a loud pop, smirking to himself at the way he has your body shaking from overstimulation already.

“Taste so fuckin’ good. Strawberries, just like your lips.” He groans, inhaling your scent like a man starved, his good hand coming down on your cheek again only this time a little harder pulling out another broken moan from you.

“Can I taste all of you pretty girl?” 

There’s zero hesitation when you say ‘yes’, in fact it’s a little desperate. He could have whatever he wanted from you now. Not even sure what he means, your brain’s too fuzzy with lust to comprehend anything until you feel the tip of his tongue circle a place you’d never let anyone else go before.

“Holy shit - Steve.” The new sensation sends another wave arousal to your dripping core, a needy whine following it when he does it again.

“This okay?” He kisses the curve underneath the apple of your cheek, the softness of his voice comforting you while he checks in.

“God, it’s, it’s -“ He gives you another kitten lick and it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, “It’s more than okay - Jesus Christ.”

Too lost in the feeling of him testing the tightness of you with his tongue, you aren’t expecting his thick finger to start circling the entrance he’d been neglecting, the one you need him to fill the most. Your silk walls welcome the intrusion with ease, the stretch only stinging a little when he pushes to the last knuckle while his tongue starts getting a little more bold. Your back arches when he groans against you, curling his finger to hit the spot only you’d ever been able to find with ease. He adds a second digit when you start bucking against his face, the new addition almost makes you run away. He tsks at you from buried between your butt cheeks, one large hand locking you in place when he starts feeling you get close.

“Give it to me,” he demands, coming up for air. Fingertips relentless against the spot that has you squelching loudly.

His mouth returns to the sensitive part of you, tongue circling your tightness in a way that has you finally snapping. Your walls constrict, wrapping around his fingers while your vision goes white. Your body freezes, the orgasm overwhelming your muscles with a violent shake, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. You feel him grin against you, the movements of his fingers only slowing down but never stopping, milking every last drop you give him.

“So good, so pretty when you cum baby,” he mumbles praises, his lips kissing anywhere they can reach while your body comes down from its first high. 

You feel his weight leave the mattress, hear the metal of his belt buckle clinking followed by the low thump of his jeans hitting the floor. You find enough strength to look over your shoulder and it’s enough to make you whimper. Steve’s big. Dark hair at the base, it’s thick and curved, the pretty pink tip leaking just for you. The long vein that runs up the side pulses when he gives it a couple of tugs before his knees hit the mattress again. 

His hands spread over your hips pulling you closer before he starts trailing kisses up your back, the silver of his chain making you shiver as it runs up your spine till his lips stop right at your ear.

“You ready for me?” 

Your eyes meet his and they’re pitch black, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you know yours looks the same when you give him a nod but you know that’s not going to be enough for him.

“Come on, you know what I need,” his tone is mocking as he grabs his cock at the base, swiping his head through your folds, smirking at the way you try to suck him in, your body greedy for him.

“Please, please, please, please.” 

All your self respect goes out the window when he pushes the tip in and you can’t stop repeating yourself. The stretch is already bigger than his two fingers and he wasn’t even half way in yet and for a brief moment you wonder if he’ll even fit. 

“Fuck - baby.”

He moans as he pushes further, sheathing himself half way and he feels the way it makes your legs shake. His hand sneaks around your waist to find your clit, slippery fingers rubbing circles to get you to open up more as he rolls his hips one more time bottoming out. He groans so loud you’re sure anyone who might be smoking outside of the bar can hear him. 

“Holy shiiiit, I’ve never had pussy like this.” He stills, adjusting to how tight you feel, and it’s his turn to babble as you constrict around him making him twitch -  dangerously close to cumming already.

“You feel so good Stevie,” you whine as you push back against him, taking his length even deeper, feeling every curve and ridge of him against your walls.

He pulls out half way before slamming back in and it makes him curse under his breath before he does it again, only harder.

“God, fuck- this is all mine now, yeah?” he mutters, an angry edge to his words when he thinks about Devin getting to do this. 

“Mmhmm,” your answer is automatic, no thoughts behind your eyes while his cock fills you in the way you fantasize about when you touch yourself. 

“That’s right baby, it’s mine. You’re mine.” 

His thrusts get aggressive as he gets closer to his release, your slick making it easy for him to slide almost completely out before pushing back in. The rough hair covering his pelvis rubbing your clit at the same time his tip reaches the same spot his fingers pulled your first orgasm from. 

“Shit, Steve, right there.”  Your jaw goes slack, eyes closing tight when he hits it again, your words spurring him on while he tries to re-grip his hold on your sweat-kissed skin.

“Yeah? you want more?” He makes sure to put all his attention where you want, slowing his hips just enough to hit it even harder. “I’ll give you more.”

Steve tilts his head to the side watching how you wrap around him, and the way he barely has to push back in, your greedy walls doing almost all the work when he finds the perfect pace that has you twisting the sheets.

He huffs out a cocky laugh and it makes you tighten in response, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.”Yeah, I know baby. I know. You gonna cum again for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out with a nod but it’s not enough for him, he needs you loud enough for Devin to hear from across town.

The sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out the music, keeping his stamina up despite the twitch of his cock, he bends over, somehow getting deeper, the cool metal of his chain dragging across your back while one hand snakes under your waist. His fingers are unrelenting when they find their way to your puffy clit again, applying just enough pressure to get your legs to shake for him.

“I’m gonna ask again, are you gonna cum for me?” He keeps his voice even, but he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, especially not when your cheek hits the mattress and you meet his eyes looking like that.

“Yeah, god, yeah Steveee! Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but it makes Steve’s resolve break. 

The moan he lets out is loud enough to echo off your wall, warmth flooding your insides as he cums hard enough to collapse against your back. It’s enough to send you over the edge for the second time. Your walls fluttering enough to make his nails dig crescent moons into your hips with a low “fuck” escaping him as you milk him for more with the sweetest chant of his name he’s ever heard.

“That’s it baby.” He coos lips placing sloppy kisses along the your shoulder blades when you collapse against the mattress, your bodies tangled in a way you don’t have the energy to leave quite yet.

The radio cuts out leaving just the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath, you can faintly hear ‘Pony’ playing from the bar below but the sound of a car driving past quickly snuffs it out. You feel his nose nudge against your ear, a slow lazy smile creeping across your face when his lips brush your temple.

“I don’t think you have a concussion, but you better stay the night just in case.”

His laugh vibrates against your back, a toothy grin pressed to your skin.

“It’s always better to be safe than sorry,” he agrees. The response you somehow managed to conjure up gets lost on your tongue when both your long forgotten Tamagotchi’s go off in his abandoned pants in a matching tune you’d never heard before.

“Our babies need daddy, honey,” he groans, slowly lifting himself up on his elbows.

You roll your eyes with a snort as he trails kisses down your back only wincing slightly when he pulls himself out. Folding your arms under your head, you still can’t bring yourself to move, but the view of him naked and still semi hard while he holds the two digital pets in his hand with a confused expression isn’t one you really can turn away from.

“What?” Your curiosity is piqued when his eyes grow big.

“No fuckin’ way,” he mumbles more to himself than you, “I didn’t even know they could do this.”

“What??” The irritation is clear in your voice, the feeling of being left out turning you into a brat.

“Umm, I think they had babies… yep. Marty definitely got her pregnant.” The smile on his face gives away just how excited he actually is and you hate to admit that it’s contagious.

“Well we’re gonna have to figure out a child support plan I’m afraid. Daisy’s a free woman Steve.” The serious delivery makes him do a double take before he narrows his eyes.

“Child support? No, we're raising these kids together. So I’m gonna need you to care a little bit about keeping her alive. It's not just you here honey.” He tosses you the toy before jumping back on the bed pulling your body into his chest with ease, “I’m afraid you’re never getting rid of me.”

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#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson #my writing #whatta man

[belphiesgirlfriend]

Obey me! Brothers music taste headcanons

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more like ramblings than headcanons tbh but i had this stuck in my head and needed to get it out, also feel free to send requests for diff headcanons!

Cw’s: none!

Little bit satirical (i over exaggerate sometimes cuz it’s funny) but pretty in character overall i thinkk

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Lucifer:

• You know this motherfucker listens to classical music and classical music only cuz he’s boring

• Okay but jokes aside i see him listening to like 30’s 40’s 50’s music especially the love songs.

• Like straight up fallout 4 soundtrack music, he’d listen to it while doing paperwork or unwinding

• He’d definitely be really prideful (no duh) about his taste in music, he’d feel all fancy and refined when he tells people

• Type of dude to be like “modern music simply can’t compare to the classics…” shut up grandpa we get it u know bach’s zodiac sign, penis size, and mothers maiden name

• Wants to be different so bad, he’d strictly listen to music from his vintage record player or some shit cause it’s the “most authentic” way to listen, fr acts like a manic pixie dream girl (he’d hit me upside the head if he heard me say that sorry luci🫶)

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Mammon:

• r&b and spanish music

•but i feel like he’d like 2000s party music from all the clubbing and casinos

• def a weekend listener and like 90’s rap

• but also like i wouldn’t be surprised if he listened to some 90s rock too

• he’d listen 2 sublime or nirvana or local h (i’m projecting on the last one)

• but anyways he’d be a #1 rihanna fan he’d blast her music in his room but then deny liking her💀make it make sense!!

• also he knows her best album is loud CAUSE HE HAS TASTE!!

• also tyler the creator i get the vibe he’d love him

• kali uchis fan too

•ALSO i feel like he had a phase where he listened to juice wrld and was like “these cheating lying females….” after he got his heart broken by a witch YOU CANG TELL ME IM WRONG😭😭 it’s okay though cause he’s embarrassed by it now

• oh childish gambino too duh forgot about him

ALSO LET ME MENTION DINERO IS LITERALLY HIS SONG ITS ACTUALLY HIS

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Levi:

• this one’s gonna be real fucking short IM SORRYYY

• he listens to anime openings and game soundtracks strictly

• that’s literally all i can think of dude

• he’d be like “i don’t have time for normie music…”

• his room is literally that old caramelldansen meme from 2019/2020

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Satan:

• this one was harder for me to pinpoint

• first instinct would be classical music but it’s canon he likes ska music too so 🤷‍♀️

• i really do feel like he’d listen to all types of music, like a true jack of all traits, if he likes it he likes it so his playlist is allllll over the place

• for some reason i get a vibe he’d really like 80s music in particular though

• the song that pops into my head is who can it be now? by men at work idk why

• maybe even older music i feel like he’d like sam cooke

• OH both him and belphie would like mazzy star and fiona apple idk why but they would

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Asmo:

• okay crucify me for this one but…mitski I JUSG FEEL LIKE HE WOULD

• but i also see him loving lady gaga a lot cuz he has taste

•omg he’d listen to old katy perry too

•but yea also probably lil nas x he’d have a celeb crush on him

• oh tyler the creator too with his gay ass, him and mammon both love him, they def have done a duet to see u again

• he’d be a barb probably defend nicki too😭

• and as much as it pains me to say it, he’d fucking listen to ayesha erotica and be like “this is so good!!!”, hed post a devilgram story with one of her songs and then get cancelled on twitter

• “I made a severe and continuous lapse of judgement…” and then did the same thing a week later

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Beel:

• type of guy when you ask him what music he listens to he goes “idk i don’t really listen to music”

• he legitimately looks up “hype playlist” on youtube to work out and that’s the extent of it

• really can’t see him being a big music guy

• if u invited him to a concert or something he’d go though for food

•he’d give you a piggy back ride so u can see better

• tbh if u were to put on music he would not care much no matter how good/bad it is

• you could walk in on him working out and literally listening 2 cbat or some shit

• HE LITERALLY IS CBAT GUY😭 he’d be like “i always use this song when i’m working out..

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Belphie:

• emo fucker

• i feel like he’d like emo/ 90s rock ( but more “rockish” than mammons 90’s rock)

• but he’d also love any more relaxing music with softer vocals

• he’d be a deftones fan I KNOW GHATS FUCKING BASIC AND UR ROLLING UR EYES BUT LISTEN

• they have the combination of 90s rock but also more soothing calming vocals, theyd literally b perfect

• and for that reason his favorite albums r koi no yokan and saturday night wrist, also their self titled,

• would call mammon a poser for his music taste “nirvana isn’t even *real* rock idiot🙄”

• but nah, also like i said in satans fiona apple and mazzy star fan

• he’d suck so bad though he’d go on twitter and be like, “if you like deftones ur a poser” (while being their number 1 fan, fucking brat) then turn off his phone and take a nap for the funny

#obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #obey me belphie

[harrysarchive]

Pleasing

Pâtisserie:

h.s.

pairing: tattoo artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

or

another adventure with bee and tattoo artist harry.

or

a continuation of girls who drink espresso martinis

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"bee," i let a moan slip as the blackberry frosting melts on my tongue, "you're a fuckin' bakin' wiz."

i watch as her ears start to burn and a smirk covers my face, "tell me about it, i swear the only reason we have costumers is because of her baking and her ass." martha chuckles.

"martha!" y/n scolds the 68 year old lady, martha rolls her eyes as to say, you know i'm right.

"you got men comin' in here lookin' at your ass, bee?" i tease as she sits next to me.

"harry!" she whines digging her head into my shoulder, i wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer to me.

looking around the cute bakery, a pastel pink covers the walls and little white cloud fish are painted on the walls. little frogs are decorated at the bottom along with flowers, trees and other animals likely elephants and loins.

"who the fuck was on shrooms while thinkin' of the design?" i ask causing y/n's body to vibrate against mine as she shook with laughter.

"when martha first bought the place i swear to god, it had shit stains on the walls," she started and i bursted out laughing, "and well martha, she was like you know what we should do? and i was like what, she was like we should come up with a design and then tear down the walls. so i was like okay and we tried to come up with one sober and it failed it was giving 90's diner. we didn't want that, it's so basic. so martha came up with an idea she was like, what if we do shrooms. and i was like eh why not. and that's how Pleasing Pâtisserie came about."

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

"y/n! you are a bad girl!" i exclaim teasingly and she gapes at me.

"i am not! 'm a good girl!" she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

i take a minute to really look at her, her little apron has hearts splattered all over them, her big round glasses cover the apples of her cheeks. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her fly aways running loose. my hand subconsciously comes up to move a curl that's dangling in front of her forehead. a loud sound of an alarm goes off and y/n's eyes bulge, and she's quick on her feet.

"my scones are gonna burn!" she yelps making her way to the back.

"baby i gotta go." i hum as i stand, she quickly pokes her head out the walk way to the oven and frowns at me.

"cant stay a lil' longer?" she says with puppy dog eyes.

don't do that

i think to my self and frown shaking my head, "gotta appointment in 20 minutes bee."

"cancel?" she suggest and i let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"y'know i cant." i say shrugging on my jacket and her frown deepens.

she makes her way over with a cute little pout a puppy dog eyes, she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my chest.

"don't want you to leave." she huffs hugging me tighter.

"christ pet, squeeze me any tighter ya gonna pop me." i choke out.

"can i come over tonight?"she ask with a giddy smile and i nod.

"yea baby, i'll come get you yeah?" i ask and she nods with a wide smile, then moving behind the counter again.

"kiss?" she muses and i smirk making my way over before being stopped by martha.

"employees only!" martha snaps and flicks my forehead.

"martha let him give me a kiss!" y/n scolded the lady and she shook her head before letting me through.

i grab ahold of her face before pulling her lips towards mine and slowly moving our lips together. i let myself to let go and bite her lip softly causing her to whimper and pull away.

"your a bad boy mr. styles." she says groggily smiling up at me with plump lips.

"not too much on my name baby." i tease with a smirk and she rolls her eyes, "be ready by 5." i say tapping the plump of her ass and she scolds me.

i walk out into the store area before waving at martha, "take care of ma girl martha! and don't do drugs."

"oh c'mon son, 'm no pussy. i got a blunt that's ready to be lit out back." martha teased winking at me.

the door jingles as i chuckle and i make my face go stern looking ahead. y/n runs out from the back and smiles at the woman and child, "welcome to pleasing pâtisserie, what can i get you today?"

a/n : this is how i start off writing LMFAO idk what to be naming shit😭

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles x poc #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry update #tatto artist #baker!reader #harry angst #harry x reader #harrys house #harry au

[astarion-can-spawn-me]

Archon

Club Owner!Astarion x Journalist!Reader

Modern Au

Warning: Heavy partying, drugs and alcohol mentioned

Just a little continuation of the modern one shots I'm making of the Baldur's Gate 3 characters and what their modern jobs would be. At first I pictured him as being some flamboyant designer, but it started to seem way too obvious and surface level for him. Though something about him meticulously rising in the party scene with his own club seemed to be way more fitting in my head the more I thought about. I'm also heavily inspired by my big city club scene, I spent many weekends getting sucked away in their extravagance. Also a little bit of my mom's stories of the 90's and early 2000's club scene.

The lights were heavy and blinding, the smell of sweat and body order in the air. The smell of lust was all too familiar between all the mingled bodies under those strobing lights, moving and swaying. All either high off the meaning of the life of night, drugs, alcohol. Hair and clothing swishing back in such a mesmerizing way, almost as if it was under the influence of witch craft, if you would count the party scene as such.

Which it could, the party scene was extravagant in the big cities, it was a time to let loose and let the big city take you in with it's embrace, whether it be done with safety or with the smirk of the devil disguised as a smile. You couldn't tell as you glanced around you, almost feeling yourself getting hypnotized by the graceful and sometimes sloppy movements of the people around you. Hell, it could have been the second high of the weed that hung heavy off their panting breathes. Though you were here with a purpose, with a job to do.

You sent here to hopefully snag an interview with the owner. He popped out of nowhere in the big cities downtown party scene. It was catching the attention of everyone. Anyone who had a name and a credit to follow, frat boys and sorority girls, even the minorities such as the LGBTQ community. That one garnered much attention from the conservatives the minute they introduced their drag shows to their mainstage, even now old women and men stood outside those tinted windows of the front doors clutching their pearls and purses as they yelled their obscenities to ward whatever evil they felt lurking behind those doors. Also other groups were starting to raise the worries of drug fueled nights happening within the building, worried of a spike in drugs within the city.

Now that was a worry that your local newsletter was raising within their own cubicles. They wanted the hot and heavy scoop on this place that almost everyone seemed to be in harmony in. Drunk off the simple charisma of the atmosphere.

Definitely a form of witchcraft in the air you thought as you continued your journey past the outstretched hands beckoning you to join them in their blissful stupor, tacky hands of sweat a reminder of all those people passed by upon your exposed arms and clouds of smoke from vapes swirling your senses. Your eyes kept scanning the crowds, looking for what, you had no idea, the building was packed to the brim as you continued your journey. A perilous one at that, you thought you felt the crunch of a broken glass cup beneath your shoe here and there. thankfully what you guessed were employees were quick to push everyone backed to sweep up the mess, that ocean soon engulfed that once empty space.

"Sweetheart, you look lost! Have a seat and get your bearings! It's $3 shots tonight!" Called out a voice almost crystal clear from over the heavy techno music. A man beckoned you forward, silver hair taking on the shade of whatever strobing light sweep across those strands. The sleeves of his button down rolled upon upon his arms. You could see that it was slightly wrinkled from his constant and skillful movement behind that bar. Faint droplets of whatever alcohol he poured tonight resided upon those wrinkles as well.

Despite all that, he still managed to look put together, mesmerizing, unlike the sweaty fools all around you.

But you were no fool, definitely not. You marched up to the bar that was littered with the remnants of condensation from the last glass that once rested their, slightly damp napkins also littering the surface.

"Actually, as shocking as this might sound, I'm not here to drink, is there anyway I can speak to the owner?" You called back over the obnoxiously loud music. You could have sworn it was vibrating ever organ, every cell, every single fiber of your being.

"Oh?" He spoke with a raise of his brows as he slid a drink over to another patron, them swaying off with their liquid luck to help them pushing for their night of fun and carefree. "He's not in at the moment, but I'll tell you what! He usually comes back when the lights come back on for clean up at 2:00, come back then." you didn't know if that smile was genuine, you couldn't help but sense a hint of mischievousness upon those pale lips.

"Good! I'll be back then, let him know that the Baldur's Post wants to ask him a few questions!" You shouted back. Though you weren't too hopeful that it would even happen as you made past all those sweaty hands once more and back into the fresh air of night where people lulled about, making out, fighting with the few protestors, or even wiping away tears as their friends coddled them from whatever happened that night.

Your cue to reenter the coven like place was when the hoards of people began to file out, all dazed, stupid drunk smiles slapped upon their lips, beads of sweat glistening upon their foreheads thanks to the streetlight that shined upon above along with the flashy neon light of the club. The unsuspecting prophets bidding their children of the night home and farewell until their next outing of extravagance.

Only few people were left within the building, only the few sweaty stragglers and the clean up crew sweeping and mopping the tiled floors. Now you good see the walls were a deep burgundy color, the floors and ceiling matching in the color of the dark void of sleep. It was almost as the void threatened the partiers, almost like they were dancing with death itself. You thoughts and observations might have been dramatic, but if you were in that scene as you were in your younger years, you would have found the so called dance with the void invigorating and thrilling.

"So, what do you think of the place, I hope it is to the Baldur's Post's standards" soon piped up a voice, that same man now walking up to you, hands lazily shoved within the depths of his pockets. Now a definite mischievous smirk upon those pale lips. "Welcome to the Archon, I'm Astarion who just so happens to be the owner of this fine establish."

The feeling of annoyance that bubble up within you came with a racing heart. You had to hold back the eye roll that your stare wanted to dearly display to the man before you.

"I know, it wasn't very um...hostly of me to do what I did, but I didn't think it would have been a very appropriate time to introduce myself, plus I wanted you to soak in the liveliness of the night" He said, words holding a playfulness to it as he slide onto one of the bar stools, a hand sweeping back his hair that was just ever so slightly damp. Probably from his work behind the bar or maybe it just because of all those sweaty dancing bodies that had surrounded him only moments before. "But nevertheless, what questions does your fine establish have for me?" he asked, his eyes only looking to you innocently, but at this rate, you didn't think it was very real.

"Well...do you mind if i record our conversation?" You asked, but he only gave a lazily wave of his hand, which you took as acceptance as you place your phone, now recording, on the bar between you him as you sat down. "Alright, how do you feel of all the eyes being on you? It's not all the time a club is so accepting of all groups, if you know what I'm saying.." you soon asked, notepad now out on the bar, those droplets from earlier smudging the note of whatever piece of paper was the unlucky one to be the one resting there.

"Well I like to say were are collectors of misfits, it doesn't matter if you are a football star or just a person who sells their soul to a bone crushing 9 to 5, those people can feel like an outcast and we are just the ones to give them a little pick me up, a moment to be seen" He said with a shrug of his shoulders, but he was soon calling out to one of the bartenders who was left on cleaning duty. "A drink would suit you, you are so up tight. Leon, maybe a vodka cran, they strike me as someone simple" You quickly objected, but the drink was already placed before you and also one to the now newly introduced Astarion in front of you who was already taking a nursing sip from the glass.

"Please do go on"

You couldn't even wrap your head around the character around you. Was this person real? How can someone be so...this? You didn't know if it was cockiness, but some how he was also so charismatic in the process. You were starting to slowly see why maybe this place was drawing so many people in. He was the on placing the spell upon every single warm body that walked past those doors. You were even so sure that if he were to ever speak to those bible thumping protestors outside, he would bid them farewell with only ever speaking just a few words to them.

"The community is also worried about this place fueling more drug habits" You finally spoke up, your fingers tucking a strand behind your ear. You were nervous under that piercing and analyzing gaze of his. it was like he was calculating every little thing about you. He gave a simple huff at your questions.

"Drugs were already a problem anyway and its not like it is my responsibility to say 'hey! stop doing that!'" he gave a small shake of his head as he leant his cheek upon his hand as he looked to you through those silver eyelashes of his. "But if your little post would be happy to learn that we have a zero substance policy, we can't control who does anything before they come in here, but we don't allow the activity to take place in here. I have employees undercover in every part of this bar, even in the bathrooms, to kick out anyone who is, is that satisfying enough?" His eyebrows now raised to you, waiting for your response.

"I didn't know that.." you could only respond with a simple lift of your shoulders, almost as in a surrender to the man before you.

"Hmm.." he only looked to you, you could practically see the thoughts swirling behind those eyes of his. "Com again tomorrow night" he simply stated, now standing up. "Give this place an actual chance, let that guard down. Clean slate, leave those poisoned words whispered in those pretty little ears of yours at home"

You were trapped in that little spell of his as you actually showed up the next night, clean slate. Old party clothes busted from their forgotten spot within that small apartment closet of yours. All smashed back into the void by the work clothes that took their priority over the years. You let yourself get sucked into the Archon, accepting the maze of hands this time as people happily pulled you in.

But there he was in the crowd, beckoning you with a delicate hand.

He was intoxicating as he took you by the hands, lovingly and caringly. A temptress. He so easily got you to sway with him to the music, letting the rhythm take him and yourself on a journey under those colorful lights. Each and every beat taking away an ounce of care from your shoulders as you became entangled with him. The smell of sweat all around the two of you, but it was invigorating. Feet never tired, body never tired. Laughter came so easy, smiles and grins.

It finally occurred to you that this was it. The freeness. It was the ability to just do, to let go, to breathe. No crushing feeling of impressing the editors at work or get the dirt on the next target. It was just you and nothing holding you back. Not a drink or substance to coax that feeling out of the soul within your swaying body.

Well the taste of his lips upon yours was possibly the equivalent to any drink that could have been brought to your own lips. The feeling of his fingers within your hair a shivering sensation. Such a superficially thing it could have been viewed as from someone glancing, but how it all seeped and swirled into your sense and his own. In a blink of an eye the lights were on and your were sitting on a bar stool, glass of water rolling with condensation sat in front of you, the same for Astarion besides you, his chest almost moving in the same rhythm as your as he also to catch his own breath.

"I forgotten what that felt like" you finally was able to say in your breathlessness.

"I know it may sound a bit cliche of me, but same" Astarion said with a laugh. "The moment I opened this place I was always behind the bar or making sure everything was running smoothly, you know, being such a mindful business owner. Though I let it make me into what I'm trying to make my patrons forget. Selling my soul to that pesky 9 to 5."

You understood what he meant. It gave a new insight into him. A business owner.

"But that still means we have jobs, dear. Go home before you fellow writers and editors send hounds after me" He said nonchalantly as he handed you the small hand bag you brought with you, leaving you to make your departure from the establish, the night finally catching up as you could feel those pesky blisters forming on the parts of your feet and toes that didn't agree with the shoes you were wearing, but it wasn't much of a concern to you as you bid those neon signs and street lights a goodbye.

Though it took you until the next morning to find that crumbled up napkin within your purse that had a number scrawled on it with the name 'Astarion' following after it, slightly smudged by a droplet of something wet it must have encountered at some moment during that night. Your fingers automatically typed the number into your phone, but you were at a loss at what to actually message him as you stared to the messenger bar on your phone. You could have face palmed at the fact of your simply sending a 'Astarion?' to him was actually a good way to approach it. It wasn't much of a shock when he sent your name back, he knew exactly what he was doing, whatever it was, it was unknown to you.

Nevertheless, that little insignificant text sent a flourish of something. Novels of words spilled between the two of you during the week. Jokes, slight flirting, slight windows of emotions of opening up about certain things. People would notice that stupid smile that would come to your face the moment his name would appear onto your cell phone. It was the same for him, but he was too prideful when someone would call him out on it, simply waving them off.

That's how you found yourself wrapped within his arms on the worn down couch of your apartment. A simple sunday night, the worries of work long forgotten, even if only in merely hours the two of you would have to bid bitter goodbyes to worry about work all over again.

What a pesky little thing.

But none of that matter, not even the heavy pattering of rain upon your window mattered as you snuggled up to him, basking in his cologne as a corny vampire movie played on the tv before you. His arms were good about melting the worries of the real world beyond this mortal realm along with those fingers that absentmindedly twirled your hair around his fingers, snagging on a little knot every now and then, but he was always quick to give a soft sorry that you could feel whisp by your ear.

the shivers that he subjected you to should have been criminal.

"And just to think, you sent to take down my little empire" He joked as his arms pulled you in close, the feeling of his rumbling chest up against you own.

"Good thing you have such a good way with words to stop me.." you quipped back, lifting your head to look up to him, his hand soon cupping your flushed cheek.

"Yes, good thing..."

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Smut Fanfic by @chrisevansxmalereader and @mynameisrukan

Attitude Era Wrestlers X Black 90's Male Celebrities

In life, there were people who never lacked money, who had plenty, but for other people, that money was scarce, and they needed to earn further. For example, there were certain problems with this business of fighters. The business looked like it went very well, with several fans watching the Wrestlemania season of the year 1999.

Therefore, there were several good incomes for this event that went really well. The truth is that they all liked this because it was their passion, what they really liked to do, besides that they were very good at what they were doing. However, in the world, there were always some problems. On this occasion, The WWF start having economic problems. This made it a serious problem that keep everyone in the business worrying. Fortunately, there were people with a lot of money who happily would donate money to support the WWF, who really needed that money.

The difficulty of the deal was that most of these donors wanted to receive a certain service. They weren't that interested in the wrestling, but in those wrestlers that were too sexy, and they wanted to fuck those tight muscle cunts. Now, it was clear that a lot of the fighters didn't want to do that kind of thing, but… they also needed the money to continue doing this thing they so much wanted to do. Because of this, some decided to accept this proposal. These donors were well-known celebrities, all of whom were black-skinned.

All these black men had too much money, and people with a lot of money tend to use it to…have the best sexual experiences. For this to happen, these male celebrities agreed to support the WWF, which had financial problems. They promised to donate large amounts of money to them in exchange for sexual experiences with the male wrestlers. With this deal accepted, several things were arranged.

Nobody would know of this whole business, with no one revealing what these famous men did with these wrestlers. Got a secret place for all this to be carried out, and the wrestlers got ready to get fucked by these black celebrities. They prepared very well because if the stereotype was correct with these black men, they would have big dicks that would fill the wrestlers' holes all the way inside. at least it wouldn't be more difficult for these wrestlers with good bodies, who would be fucked in a secret place where no one would know what happened. However, things got a little further complicated, because the donors had one special condition for this business. They did not want simple sex with these fighters. It was true that those muscular men were too sensual. With those really desirable bodies that were already so hot, This would complete a good experience.

But no, several of the black men decided to make it a condition to fuck them while they were wearing lycra suits. Those of the WWF thought that they referred to seeing the wrestlers in the clothes they wore when they were wrestling in the fighting ring, all while they fucked, and they were right…in the last part.

It turns out that these celebrities had the special kink of seeing these strong men dressed in lycra suits that represent distinct Superheros. Each of the male wrestlers would have to wear a different lycra suit of superheroes or characters from superhero comics. This isn't actually like it does the job worse, so, not giving so much interest or being so concerned about it. all those men, showing their courage, their strength, and their desire to continue in this business that they loved so much, made their latest preparations and went to this secret place. It was a private building that belonged to the WWF, being further well a type of warehouse, one that they arranged for this “business”.

In the center, with several lights illuminating, there was a big bed where they would do the orgy. In any case, each of these 90s wrestlers were going to be giving their special services to a certain celebrity, but these men wanted to do it in one room altogether. This could add a certain sexual arousal to the situation. And now the poor fighters would not only have to have sex with these wicked men, but now they also had to fuck in front of their partners, as well as watch the others get fucked while cosplaying as superheroes. But then, when the time came, there were the black celebrities, walking into the room dressed in expensive suits, only to start stripping down to their underwear. They settled on the large soft surface in the center, sitting and waiting for their precious sex toys for that night. In a few moments, the "Superheros" would give to these men the best pleasure in life... or at least would try, because they are not experts in being bottoms for other men.

There were the black male celebrities. LL Cool J, Taye, Method Man, Ginuwine, Tyson, Morris, and Shemar. They were the 7 famous black men who had given large sums of money to obtain this wonderful sexual feast.

Could enjoy the irresistible bodies of these men. Nothing better than having some sex with some men with muscular asses, maybe some with faces that looked too pretty to be in those fights. "But look what beauties we have here” That's what Method man said when he saw the wrestlers arrive at the place, wearing those tight lycra bodysuits. Each of those 7 wrestlers were so fucking hot like this. Christian wore a lycra suit that represented Venom, and he definitely looked good in black. Shawn was wearing a tight spandex Aquaman suit, and with that long hair, he had, he looked even better. Steve was Batman, in a tight black lycra suit that seemed to be perfect for him and his luscious body.

Jeff looked like Spiderman with that suit, and he looked even sexier, but maybe not as seductive as Andrew "Test" Martin, who definitely looked perfect wearing that suit of Thor. Although RVD looked wonderful in that lewd Booster Outfit Gold, just like Kurt did in that Captain America lycra suit, so tight and it fit him so well that it even showed a nice American ass. All seven fighters were ready to be used by those dark-skinned studs. I'm sure all those hot men in lycra will take a good pounding…of course, not the ones they were used to. Come on guys bring on those sexy asses here it's time for everyone you please Tyson commands the seven men in lycra. with a warm playful smile on her face. The fighters have no other option to obey. no, they could do nothing more than to obey their new masters. Hesitantly, the men in cosplay approached to the other black men who were sitting on that long bed.

Each of the WWF wrestlers got between the legs of one of the celebrities, with each of them being chosen by each one of the black men. Christian there was been chosen by LL Cool J, who look at him with a malicious smile, while this Chris caressed the rapper member over his underwear. “What is it bitch? Are you afraid that it is too big for you?” asks the rapper, mocking that muscular stallion, who was now nothing more than a simple sex slave who was going to get the hell fuck out of him. “It's…so damn big…it looks and…I can feel it…it's too big…maybe I will have problems getting it into my ass,” Christian admits, thus hoping that maybe the man in front of him would have some compassion. Unfortunately, that's not would change a lot. Those men were there to fuck, to satisfy their deep sexual fantasies. now that they had everything ready, they were not going to stop, because this was the beginning of their sexual debauchery.

The whole place was full of sexual sounds in just some mere seconds, whether it was fucking moans or the sound of hard and fast thrusting. Many of those wrestlers let out various grunts of pain, but if they were honest, there were also several loud moans of pure pleasure. It could be seen the lustful desire in the eyes of those muscular men who they stretch the lycra suit with their own muscles. The Muscle sluts were getting fucked for the first time in their tight, hot, delicious anal holes, but as expected, they just needed to get fucked for those huge cocks for some time, so they could start to feel that insanely good sexual ecstasy. Some big black cocks that could touch each of those good points that caused so much pleasure, so much it that could be compared with nothing else. Feeling their anal walls being opened by those tremendous juicy cocks that get in and out inside their virgin ass holes.

“Oh….oh fuck…gimme…gimme that dick…please…uh yeah baby…oh…damn” these moans came from Shawn, who was the first to break, accepting the fact that he loved that sexual pleasure. It was one that he didn't felt before, being probably better than fucking a tight pussy, because now for “Aquaman”, it was better than a long and thick black cock destroying his tight boy pussy that did not stop taking well those strong deep penetrations. “That's bitch, take this dick in your tight bitch hole…uh, too tight…like a virgin…of course, I am lucky to be the first to fuck this ass with my big thick dick” LL Cool J speaks dirty while he keep fucking Christian peachy ass, the latter being a complete mess of slutty moans. Even if Chris had begged before for the man to stop fucking so hard, he still let out some hot and cute moans that LL Cool J could hear very well, so he didn't stop fucking him so fast and hard.

No, the rapper would not stop, especially with that ass feeling just too good to stop ramming his dick in, and with the wrestler letting out some masculine but pathetic and exciting cries and moans. Internally, Christian loved how lt the black man was fucking this hole, rearranging his guts.

The famous rapper was wishing so much bust his huge load of white cum inside that fucking pink hole. If anything, the man dressed as Venom was learning to love that pain and pleasure, mostly the pleasure of having his ass fucked in such a rough but pleasurable way. Especially when that massive dark juicy cock hitting his special spot, doing it enjoyment like never before. They were in the cowboy position, but despite being in a position where the muscle slut would give more control, Christian wasn't doing anything, in this position, the dark-skinned man was the one doing those deep and hard penetrations.

“Oh, no…it hurts…it hurts…uh…mmmm, yeah…ahh, damn…oh…oh my…no…ohhh” The sweet grunts that came out of the sexy strong man were like music to the black man. And with those several hot moans of Christian, LL Cool J was getting more and more sexually aroused, who didn't want to stop putting his dick deep inside that tight hole. It was so damn perfect for the rapper's fat juicy dick. taking it the muscle bitch hips, the male celebrity kept the other still on top of him while he moved his hips toward up, then leaving his hips to fall down and then give more deep thrusts. It was almost as if with each of those thrusts, Christian let out a more moans that were even louder. LL Cool J couldn't really feel the sexy wrestler skin, because he only break a hole in that tight bodysuit to see and bang that pink fucking hole. even they had shaved those holes, being able to first rub the head of his massive dark cock before taking it in with a slow but long thrust.

"I know you like this, just look to you, you look like a real muscled slut who loves my big black cock” The man with a lot of money told him, while he kept roughly fucking that tight white ass. An ass that was so worth all the cash that the black gentleman had to pay. But its okey, now he could get his fat juicy cock inside that luxurious hole, with such big, round and squeezable buttocks. The rapper's hands landed on those two globes of meat that were nothing but fucking big.

That ass was big and firm, the result of all of Christian's exercises. while the man continue to move his hips, grabbing strongly that thick booty, the rapper could watch the wrestler face as he continue to feed that hole with his cock. The wrestler dressed as Venom couldn't not could stop enjoying that cock, whining, loving the huge length of the black man.

Christian, between moans of desired, he admitted quietly that he love that massive dark dick, not wanting to admit it. Even tho LL Cool J could hear him, and he could listen very well, and he could also see how much his massive throbbing cock was tearing apart the muscled man's insides. Christian not could stop moaning for that long member, with his hair wet of sweat, just like the rest of his body, and even there were tears of utter delight in his eyes. That man could not deny what was obvious, that he loved to enjoy that tremendous piece of meat that filled his body with the great pleasure of anal sex."The exciting noises they make are perfect proof that you're enjoying this, just admit it, admit that you love being my sex toy…only to…uh, get used to my throbbing shaft." Saying this, he spanked him hard, before increasing the speed of his lunges.

Of course, The sounds those two were making were really loud, but not as loud as Shawn was being, while being impaled by some huge black cock that was destroying his pink boy pussy. “Oh…yeah, please, keep fucking…break me…break my ass..please, oh please…break my boy pussy with your…fucking cock” The man was yelling, with several loudy moans and sighs. He felt like he was on heaven, felling how that incredible pleasure take over his whole body, and maybe mind. He could stop thinking about that great feeling it was made when that thick juicy cock entered his ass and touch his prostate. The man dressing in an aquaman lycra bodysuit was being fucked like he was just a fleshlight, witt Taye pushing his dick all the way inside. However, fucking in the missionary position, and in the way he fucked that man cunt, the black male could touch continuously the wrestler G-spot.

With the man in the tight suit, being drowned in all that satisfying feeling of pleasure, enjoying having his hole fucked by that fat black cock. Moaning until his last breath, just to feel the hands of the man being put on his left nipple. “What…ahhh..oh shit…ahhh…my…yeah, oh yeah” those were his moans, as he had the celebrity fingers on his pink and kinda sensible nipple, touching it in a really good way. “Oh yeah, you look so sexy like this, all broken for my big fat dick…uh, yeah baby, keep moaning for my, for daddys dick” Taye told the guy bellow him, seeing his perfect pretty face, all cover on joy tears and all those whiny but cute moans leaving his lips. “Are you liking that? Are you loving how my dick can make you into my pathetic slut? My god…oh fuck, you are such a tight muscle boy…but after this, you arent going to be that tight, just…wide…gaping open…for me”

Those dirty words made Shawn even more horny, even tho his mind was more focused on that good feeling that he was feeling. His bubble muscle ass was being totally destroyed by that sexy man, who was ramming his huge black shaft inside him until it was all inside. He was putting one of his hands on the bed, while with the other just kept playing with those soft and pretty nipples. Taye just continue moving his hips, fucking the wrestler ass. Just as the others, the black dude just break a hole in the lycra bodysuit, so he could see that virgin hole he was about to fuck and breed, of course he was going to breed that fucking ass with his creamy cum. Notting better than to pound that sweet firm ass, the man of someone who was once a straight wrestler, to be just a cock slut. Other people maybe never would know about how this man was actually a pathetic moaning bitch, so Taye and the rest were so damn lucky to hear him begged for more.

¿for more what? For more cock, for that cock that was inside his warm hungry cock to never leave him empty. “Please…please give…more…more trusts…i want all of you…all of your inches inside…love your…meaty, venous cock inside me…come one…break me…break this suit…I want you to touch me without the lycra covering my nipples…see how pretty and pink they are without…oh…oh lord” Shawn was just moaning and moaning, wanting to be used as a sex doll and nothing more. Most of this wrestler were completely mind broken, being turned into cock sluts. Just like Steve, dressed as batman and having the living fuck out of his perky bubble butt. “Dont even try to suppress those cute little noises, come on little slut, moan for me, moan for daddy” so it was clear that a lot of these men had a Daddy kink, with Method man, who dirty talk his slut that was now enjoying that massive dark cock in this ass.

They were on the doggy style position, with method man being able to look at his little muscle slut while the continue fucking that nice ass. The body of steve was a complet work of art, with that nice body being perfectly hug by that lycra suit. The black rapper just had to make a hole in that skin tight suit, but before he could slide his big dick inside, he quickly eat that ass hole for a few moments before he started to fuck the shit out of Steve. Those cute but masculine moans were so great, so hot that it made method man not able to resist and started to pound his thick juicy cake without mercy. “Oh my…my…ahhh…so good man…so…i didn't know how good it feel to be fucked…and…your dick is so big…and…It makes me go insane man” Steve was saying babbling a little between his words. These humongous black dicks were making those lewd fit wrestlers lots their minds. Now you have Steve, being the bottom of method man, craving for more of that insanely good pleasure that only a big black cock can give him.

“Oh, this is definitely a good sight, a big, strong, bald and masculine WWF wrestler being reduce to a simple cock whore…moaning and tightening his pink ass hole for me…ohohoho, men, you are going to be left gaping open by me, ¿you get it, little slut?” the man asked, by what “Batman” just said “yes daddy…yes, yes yes, give me that cock…give me that fucking cock…fill me with it…oh…yeah…” the man was being filled, not only by cock, but also by the incredible pleasure of being butt fuck. And hell yeah, his butt was some big voluptuous butt. Method man literally couldn't stop marveling to that fat ass, loving how it moved with his hard lunges. Even thought it would probably look better if he were naked without anything covering those meaty mountains. Those ass cheeks would probably giggle in a very sexy way, even more with Method man fucking him in a very rough way, and making sure to have a good sight of that handsome man being a sexy fucking slut.

And the man was also dressed in a black lycra bodysuit, which for some reason was really hot fo him, specially how the color of that dark skin-tight suit make contrast with the mans white skin. “Oh my….oh, oh my…fuck me…fuck me dude, come on, fuck this ass with all you have…treat me like your bitch…it feels too damn good…I want more cock” the man started yelling, at the same time some moans interrupt some of his words. Know he really was falling into that spiral of carnal pleasure. One were he entirely love how that man kept fucking his white virgin ass. So tight and so good, with the rapper fucking him really waiting to bust his big load of cum inside that bubble ass. While Method man was still ramming his big thick cock inside that beefy ass, he couldn't stop but to put his hands and grab some of that juicy meat. “wow dude, you have so much meat in that ass, is almost a crime that you haven't been fucked by a man before”

He just kept moving his hips while he still was inside him and while he was talking about how a straight man like him could have that thick white booty, luckily, he made him a favor by sticking his large and thick dark cock. “Huh…yeah…my big ass its just for you to completely ravage it…you…i love your cock…its just…so good…my…oh my…oh…just there…right there, please, it feels like my soul is leavin my body…oh…goddammit” the man dress as batman was trying his best to be a power bottom, a dom one that was trying to give his black top orders, but the true is that he was just being grabbed by the hips by him. The rapper could just stop do what his slutty bottom tell him to do, but at the end, he was just gonna do those things. He start hammering the part steve tell him to hit, and he did, multiple times, making the bald horny man started moaning like crazy, having a dumb smile while he cross his eyes.

On the other hand, there were other black studs who fucked their little and tight cock sleeves. Ginuwine was trusting into him, in the sideway doggy style, kissing his Spider-whore, who was Jeff, being fucked like he deserved. “Oh, thats it…my boy…just feel all of my cock…all the veins…just feel this hard fucking dick stretch your anal walls” This and more moans were leavint Ginuwine mouth, as he stop kissing the pretty lips of Jeff, who was using that extra tight lycra bodysuit of spiderman, that was so hot that the black man couldn't resist the urge tho fuck him right here and now…it eventually happened. In a few seconds, the two men were kissing each other while Jeff was putting his hands, caressing that big bulge that was growing in Ginuwine underwear. It was a immense bulge, pero Jeff know what he had to do to have all that money for the WWF. At the end, he could get some intense sweet pleasure, having his ass being brutally fucked like he was a sex doll.

Spider-Jeff first was in all fours, then, Ginuwide tore open a hole in that really tight bodysuit of spiderman, making it a little more bigger than the others. The singer wanted to first lick that hole and the rest of those soft ass cheeks, then he could give him a few spanks, making him yelp a few times, and the black man had to say, that he genuinely love having his thick bubble buttocks spanked, but he probably loved to be manhandled and putting him to the side, like if they were cuddling. Ginuwide was behind him, putting the head of his black dick against the already prepared ass hole of Jeff, with him and the rest of the wrestlers being prepared for that. So, knowing that they were prepared, the singer started pounding that fat juicy ass, kissing those pretty lips while they do it. The kiss was wet, with a lot of lustful energies on the two of them, neither being able to just not love what they were doing.

Jeff was feeling the perfect pain and pleasure, with that huge dick entering his ass, filling him all the way, and touching that place that make the man scream in joy. “Oh god…oh my…it feels so…so fucking good…i mean…shit, oh lord…just…keep…i want it…all of you” The mand in the spiderman costume told the other black man, who just continue putting all of his long sex muscle inside that beautiful ass. Ginuwine runs his hands all over that perfect ripped body, being covered by that lycra suit, but its touch was amazing. It feel amazing the great touch of those hard muscles, with the hands of the black dude being all over those abs, so then his fingers were up the nipples of Jeff. The latter let out some little moans when those hands were all over his luscious pecs, specially his now hard fingers. When the dark-skinned singer heard those cute precious moans, he decided to give him slow but consistent penetrations.

At the same time he fuck him good, with hard heavy trusts, Ginuwide fondle those man tits and squeeze them with forze. Not letting him even think right in those moments he tease the covered but hard nipples of the wrestler, who by now couldn't care about the fact that he was being butt fuck by another man. It feel just good…so right, at to be fucked in the same room with other people, also fucking like its the last day of the world, it was something very pretty at the sight of some of the black men that were in that place. Tyson, for example, he was just drooling in pleasure, sticking his dick inside a pretty tight ass until all of it was in. “Oh god…its like i was im in heaven…fucking some little…white angel…with a beefy body…and an even beefy juicy ass” Words of Tyson, who was know fucking RVD in the reverse cowboy position. In this way, Tyson couldn't really watch the wrestler face. A fantastic face that just showed how that anal sex pleasure really take over his body and mind.

A really sexy fit body and a straight mind, but probably not more straight now, considering how that pleasure felt. Those tight anal walls hugged Tyson dick, like if the wrestler dress as booster gold didn't want him to leave his little hole. “Yeah, come on baby, if you want this dick then…ah, then just…fuck yourself on it…do it and i will give you…such a big load, come on…baby..uh, boy” the black celebrity said while RVD face was covered in tears of pleasure, with several horny cries coming out of his mouth, moving his perky ass and taking all those inches of black cock. He now could just think straight, specially when he was being fucked by that fat dick. It made his body burn, and his mind was going wild. In fact, RVD body felt so hot, that he wanted to break apart this bodysuit. Or at least he wanted to free his hard cock, that was covering the lycra with precum. “Yeah…please…please man…give me some cum in my ass…paint my insides with your white seed…”

It wasn't like Tyson wasn't thinking about doing that, because he really was going to push a big fucking load inside of his warm little ass hole. Tyson just thought on this idea of “breeding” him and he just went even more hornier. The black celebrity just start moving at the same time RVD did, wanting even more friction. Just feeling the anal walls of a virgin wrestler were enough to send him over the sky. But of course, there were a lot of thing that were nothing but pure sex fuel. “…oh…ahhh…ahhh lord…ah please…oh yeah, give it to me” whiny cries of that handsome professional wrestler, that was enjoying how that tremendous cock was tearing his boy pussy apart. There was nothing more hotter for Tyson than some big muscle man moaning like a slut just by his big juicy cock. But still, something that was also really hot was probably the back of that man. Just as it was said earlier, the famous black man just loved seeing those back muscles while fucking that firm muscle ass.

“Take it…thats it…oh, look at those muscles, just…show of your fantastic and sexy body for my…do it” with that request coming from Tyson, the wrestler cock slut just do it, not thinking but doing it, jus following orders from his new master. A master that at least would give him more of that extremely good sexual pleasure he just discovered. Showing of his muscles, especially his back muscles as well as his big fucking arms, it was something nice for RVD. Nothing more than someone liking his body and praising him…just as he was also praising how good his tight hole felt. But leaving those two aside, we probably should focus on Kurt being absolute wreck by Morris big fat cock. “Just feel it, feel how your insides are rearranged by my big piece of meat I have” the black-skinned man was saying as he shoved his magnificent cock deep inside.

He loved those sweet and adorable moans that came out of that pretty wrestler's mouth, which would now be reduced to a simple cumdump. "Nothing better than showing these bitches who is a real man, I mean, just look at them, I can see that most of them have huge muscles...but...ugh, small dicks" Shemar said to Morris, while the two fucked their muscled sluts side by side. Morris forcefully rammed his cock, which was too big for that cute little hole that Kurt had, or it would be better to call it "Captain America." He did it in the missionary position, so it was easy for him to do it quite fiercely, not stopping, giving everything he had to that small but delicious hole that wouldn't stop swallowing all his black meat. "Oh my god...don't be so...it's so...too...strong, aghhh, it feels like...you're going to tear me apart"

They were the groans of the burly Kurt, who knew he couldn't do anything to stop Morris, after all, they had to obey these men if they wanted that money. That same Andrew kept in his mind because while he was fucked in the sideway piledriver position, he felt an immense pain, which in any case was going to be replaced with an immense and very pleasant feeling of sexual satisfaction. Morris took the liberty of continuing to say dirty things to his beloved Captain America, also spanking that American ass. Shemar, who kept fucking "Test" in that position, couldn't help but be amazed. This was definitely a fantasy come true. Andrew “Test” Martin might be a perfect man to play Thor in some future movie because seriously, this muscular stud would look great in the role.

Although now he himself looked better this way, being fucked roughly, sobbing as he slowly felt the pleasure fill his body, and soon he would end up begging for more cock. “Say you love bbc” Morris commanded his cumdump to say that, causing the man in the spandex suit to reply “I love bbc, I love it…Oh, I love it so much…yes…I want him, I want him always, I want your…big black cock inside me forever…fuck me…make me your sex toy forever. Nothing better than seeing a sexy masculine man like Kurt being transformed into a cock whore, Kurt having a goofy grin as he continued to be fucked, forcing him to moan with him not having a chance to resist. Just like Andrew, who at the end couldn't stop moaning from the incredible pleasure, he felt when Shemar touched that good spot inside him that drove him crazy, now he couldn't stop asking him to keep touching him there.

"Don't worry whore, I'll make sure you enjoy this very well, maybe you even want this to be repeated" At the end of the day, he would be more than sure that most of these wrestling gentlemen would end up wanting more of this amazing sex. They didn't care anymore that they had to bottom. it was just for the best, especially when these muscular men were getting fucked by other men with huge black cocks that hit them in those hot spots. Those places made them scream and cry with pleasure. Just like Andrew "Test" did with his hair-wet sweat, with tears of the purest sexual pleasure, and with his mouth always being open from the many moans and sighs he always made. But surely the best of all this would be when at the end of the great sex party, all these wrestlers from the great world of entertainment would end up covered in cum.

Those big muscular and somewhat fat asses would be completely filled by the large amounts of cum that those black men brought in their balls. In the end, it would not be as if anyone was going to forget about this, or at least celebrities would never forget this great and satisfying sexual experience, which by the way, they would plan to repeat at some point. At least that moment was not going to happen for a while, because the WWF already had the money and they were not planning to let some other economic crises happen so they had to let their stars get fucked by other men.

But of course, now those wrestling stars were totally changed after that night. Sure, some of them would try to repress that need to be fucked by some big cock, but others would already be enjoying this new way of living. Being just some muscular whores, ready to serve black masters.

#Jeff Hardy #Shawn Michaels #Andrew Test Martin #Christian #Rob Van Dam #Steve Blackman #Kurt Angle #Ginuwine #Taye Diggs #Shemar Moore #LL Cool J #Tyson Beckford #Method Man #Morris Chestnut #Gay #Smut

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New Wenclair Family Fanfiction Story:

"A Weird Weekend with Family"

STORY SUMMARY - Wednesday and Enid leave their seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana (along with Harmony's girlfriend: Megan) with Wednesday's parents while on vacation. During this time, Harmony and her girlfriend Megan get advice on their future from Harmony's grandmother; while Ana and her grandfather get up to wacky shenanigans. Wednesday and Enid meanwhile on vacation: encounter someone from Wednesday's past....

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INTRO: Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile... is a different story...

Outside of an old gothic mansion (which was the old Addams Family house) - a car pulled up. Stepping out of the front of the car were Enid and Wednesday Addams. Stepping out behind them were Harmony, Ana, and Megan. Enid then looked around at the surroundings as she said, "Wow. Even after being here so many times now, it's still astounding how creepy, cooky, mysterious, and spooky this place is." Wednesday kept a straight face as she said, "I know... it's a shame we're not going to be spending our vacation at a location as nice as this." Then Ana (as she held her pet cat close to her) rolled her eyes as she said, "What I don't get is why despite us all being seventeen, you both think we still need babysitters for three weeks. I mean... me and Harmony are gonna be adults in less than a year. Can't you both cut us some slack?" Wednesday folded her arms, and then glared at Ana as she said, "Shall we recount what happened the last time you were given slack?" Then Ana looked up as she started to recall a recent memory...

*The Recent Past:

A concerned Wednesday and Enid were both wearing dark dresses as they walked towards their home while hearing loud noises. Then the two opened up the door to their home and saw a huge dance party going on with over a hundred teenagers. Meanwhile, Ana (who was wearing a 1970's style British punk outfit) was swinging from a chandelier as she yelled, "Come on DJ! Play my 'Epic Mix' playlist!" Then suddenly Ana's cat (who was wearing sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap) jumped on top of a laptop, and then pressed a few buttons. Then suddenly a 90's super hero cartoon theme song started playing loudly in the house. Then one boy yelled, "I know this! This is the theme to the 90's X-men cartoon." Then Ana (still hanging on the chandelier) began singing to the X-men cartoon theme song as she loudly sang into a microphone: "X-men is an awesome show! X-men is an awesome show! X-men is an awesome show! You know? Now you know! X-men is an awesome show! X-men is an awesome show! X-men is an awesome show! You know? Now you know! X-men is awesome. It's really so awesome now. X-men is awesome. It's really so awesome now. X-men is awesome. It's really so awesome NOOOOW!" Then everyone in the house began cheering and yelling... while Wednesday's eyes began to twitch, and her face was filled with fury.

*The Present:

In the present, Ana looked at Wednesday with a very practical face as she said, "What? Disney Plus had just announced they were reviving the 90's X-men cartoon. We had to celebrate." Meanwhile Harmony gently held Megan's hand as she said, "Well, the two of us are just happy to spend time anywhere." Then Megan smiled as she said, "Yeah. I mean I had a great experience the last time I visited your grandparents at this place. By the way, are your grandparents home right now?" Then suddenly the ground beneath the girls' feet began to move. A confused looking Megan then asked, "What's going on?" Then suddenly two sets of hands popped out of the ground. Harmony and Megan then screamed in terror, while an excited Ana yelled, "All right! Zombies! I'm finally gonna be able to recreate my favorite scenes from The Walking Dead on my Tik Tok page!"

Then Gomez and Morticia appeared, digging themselves out from beneath the ground. Gomez smiled as he excitedly said, "Oh, relax kids. It's just us. Your grandmother and I decided we wanted to get wild this weekend, so we buried ourselves alive." Meanwhile Ana groaned in disappointment as she said, "Darn it! I wanted a real set of zombies. Hmm. Wait! Is Lurch still hanging around somewhere?" Then Morticia gently grabbed Gomez's hands as she said, "Oh, Gomez... feeling myself losing oxygen and nearly all sense of consciousness alongside you... it was the most exhilarating experience mon chéri." A very excited Gomez's eyes widened as he happily said, "Tish, you just spoke French. You know what that does to me." Then Gomez and Morticia immediately grabbed the other close and began kissing... for several minutes... and by the time the three minute mark passed, everyone began to look very uncomfortable. An angry looking Wednesday then finally yelled, "Enough!"

Gomez and Morticia then immediately let go of each other, as a now calm Wednesday said, "Enid and I will be leaving now. Can we assume you shall both ensure the well being of our children and soon-to-be daughter-in-law while we're gone?" Morticia kept a calm face on as she said, "Of course. As both you and Enid know, we've taken care of your children before, and have always kept them completely safe." Then Gomez chuckled as he happily said, "As long as you don't count the time I accidentally dropped one of them on their head when they were babies. I mean... how can a man not juggle babies?" Then a curious Ana asked, "You dropped one of us as babies? Which one was it?" Then everyone turned their heads to look at Ana with nervous faces. Meanwhile a completely oblivious looking Ana said, "So which one was it? Could it have been... Ooo! I see a jet is flying above us! Come on Stormageddon the Conqueror! Lets see if we can get graffiti on it from down here with my new paintball canon!" Then Ana's cat began to make excited meowing noises. Enid meanwhile made a simple wave as she said, "We'll see you all in three weeks."

Then as Wednesday and Enid got into their car (and Ana and her cat ran around to the back of the house), a curious Megan looked at Gomez and Morticia while saying, "I'm curious Mister and Mrs Addams. Why do you both like to do dangerous things together?" Gomez then put an arm around Morticia as he plainly said, "Simple. A couple who is in pain together, grows closer together. Misery does love company. Speaking of which... Tish... wanna get out the old paddle with nails and do our naughty schoolgirl in detention role-play tonight?" Morticia giggled as she said, "Oh Gomez, not in front of the grandchildren." Then Gomez and Morticia walked into the mansion giggling, as a smiling Megan looked at Harmony while saying, "Look at your grandparents Harmony. They're old, but still so much in love." Harmony smiled as she said, "Hopefully we'll be as happy as them when we reach that age." Then an excited Megan said, "Well, why just hope? You know we should ask your grandparents to give us a little marriage counseling while we're with them the next three weeks. I mean they've been together so long, and clearly are still madly in love... so they could teach us some important things." Then Harmony casually said, "Well going mad is a tradition in the Addams family... but there could be some wisdom hiding in the madness... so yeah, I'm down with that. Lets see what advice my grandparents can give us."

Wednesday and Enid were walking towards an old western town, while Wednesday wore a black cowgirl outfit, and Enid wore a pink cowgirl outfit. As Enid looked very confused, she said, "So let me get this straight... for our romantic getaway, you brought us to a small desert town with tons of heat and little water. Are you trying to bring us close to death?" Wednesday then looked at Enid with a simple expression on her face while she casually said, "You did say to pick a location that I would find romantic." Enid groaned in frustration, and then said, "Right. I still forget how I need to be very specific with my language around you. So anyway, what's up with this old wild west looking town here? I thought old western style towns were completely gone now." Wednesday then glared at Enid as she said, "Are you saying you can accept we live in a world that contains a school full of psychics, werewolves, vampires, sirens, and gorgons; but somehow you can't accept an old western town might still exist?" Enid rolled her eyes, and then said, "Fine. I'll suspend my disbelief. So where are we staying in this old town?" Wednesday then looked towards the town saloon as she said, "I know somewhere here that I'm certain will provide us accommodations."

Then Wednesday and Enid walked into the town saloon where they saw many men and women (all dressed in cowboy and cowgirl outfits) playing card games, drinking, and talking. One old man having a drink then looked at Wednesday and Enid bitterly as he said, "Who might you strangers be?" A very excited Enid then said, "Ooo. Well the name is..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she said, "Just travelers passing through." Then Wednesday led Enid towards the bar, as an upset Enid said, "But we're in an old west town. I wanted to say the thing." Wednesday rolled her eyes and said, "Not now Enid." Then Wednesday and Enid sat at the bar, as a young male bartender (with a mustache) turned to look just at Enid while saying, "What can I get you ma'am?" Then a smiling Enid said, "I'll have a root beer... because I'm a werewolf, and drinking alcohol can cause unintended wolfing out at inappropriate moments." The young man smirked as he said, "A werewolf cowgirl, huh? So what's your name?" Then Enid looked very excited as she said, "Ooo. Well the name is..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she said, "That's not important. What we need is a place to stay."

The young male bartender then looked right at Wednesday as he said, "Wait a minute. It's been so long, but... Wednesday, is that you?" Wednesday then raised her eyebrows as she said, "Hello... Pubert." A surprised Enid then asked, "Wednesday, you know this guy?" Wednesday had a deadpan look in her eyes while saying, "Of course. He's my brother." A very surprised Enid then said, "Your brother!? You mean you've had another one this whole time, and didn't tell me!?" Wednesday's brother: Pubert, chuckled, and then said, "Oh, don't feel bad. My sister and I have never been that close. She tried to throw me off the roof of the house so many times as a baby. It's all good though. Every kid goes through their homicidal phase. I did too. I wound up being the valedictorian of my graduating class, because all my peers mysteriously disappeared before graduation day, if you know what I'm saying." A very astonished Enid then looked directly at Wednesday while saying, "Hold on Wednesday. You tried to kill your little brother when he was a baby!?" Wednesday then kept her eyes fixed on Enid as she casually said, "Of course. Whenever a third child is born into an Addams family, someone has to die. It's tradition." Enid looked mortified as she said, "God, I'm glad we didn't have triplets."

Pubert however looked very relaxed as he said, "It's okay. One summer I was sent to help my Aunt Ophelia run her saloon here. Once I started serving drinks, I just felt at home here and never left. Mother and father understood, and supported my decision to stay here." Then a curious Enid asked, "When did that happen?" Then Pubert casually said, "When I was six months old. Aunt Ophelia was amazed at how I could master serving drinks before I mastered learning how to crawl. But when you got the gift, you got the gift." Then suddenly an old man walked up to the bar, looked at Enid, and then smiled as he said, "Well who might you be?" Then an excited Enid said, "Ooo. Well the name is..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she said, "We don't have time for you to say the thing right now." The old man then kept his eyes fixed on Enid as he said, "Well pretty lady, I don't care what your name is... as long as you let me buy you a drink." Enid quickly looked uncomfortable as she said, "Sorry, but I'm married." The old man then tried to grab Enid's hand as he said, "That's okay. It'll just help the love making feel more hot." Then a worried looking Pubert said, "Back off Larry; she's with my sister." The old man then said, "And why should that bother me?"

Then suddenly Wednesday moving quick: drove a small knife into the man's right hand, and then kicked him to the ground. Wednesday then stood over the hurt old man as she said, "Touch my wife's hand again, and you'll lose yours." Then the old man tried to take out a pocket knife and throw it at Wednesday. However Enid suddenly extended her finger nails into wolf claws, and used her claws to knock the the man's knife away. Then the man tried to pick up a chair to throw at Enid, only for Wednesday to pick up a chair first, and smashed the chair over the old man's head. Other people in the bar saw what was going on, as one of the men then yelled, "Bar fight!" Then suddenly everyone in the bar began to spontaneously break out into a giant brawl. As several men threw their fists and knives at Wednesday and Enid, both women worked to protect themselves. Meanwhile Pubert casually said, "Well this was bound to happen on a Tuesday." Then Pubert quickly jumped into the brawl and began knocking out several people.

Morticia was in her outdoor garden enjoying the scenery around her. Then suddenly a large mutant venus fly trap looking plant began making grumbling noises. Morticia sighed, and then said, "Okay Cleopatra. Fine. I'll give you a snack." Then Morticia quickly went into the house, and then came with an entire cooked turkey, which she threw into the mouth of her large mutant plant. Harmony and Megan then walked into the garden as Megan said, "Hello again Mrs Addams. Your garden is very nice. Although what's with the giant Venus Fly Trap looking plant there?" Then Morticia casually said "Oh, Cleopatra never eats flies. She prefers only chicken and pork products nowadays. She certainly has become quite picky in her later years. You know, I first got Cleopatra the day before I first formally introduced myself to Gomez. Oh, we were nearly the same age as you two. Those were the days." Then a curious Harmony said, "Actually we wanted to hear more about those days from you and Grandpa, if that's possible. By the way... where is Grandpa?" Then Morticia calmly said, "I believe he's right around the corner of the house playing with Ana."

Then Harmony and Megan walked to the side of the house, and saw Ana and Gomez were having a fencing match. As Ana and Gomez had their foils move back and forth, a smiling Gomez said, "I'm impressed Ana. Your form is exceptional." Then as Ana fought back against her grandfather, she smirked while saying, "Well, mother taught me everything she knows." Then a grinning Gomez said, "Well fortunately for me, your mother didn't learn everything I know." Then Gomez tried to lunge forward in a very sudden movement. However Ana dogged as she said, "And there are things I taught myself. Now Stormageddon the Conqueror!" Then Ana's cat ran up Ana's back, ran down her arm, ran on her foil, and then jumped at Gomez's face with his claws out. Gomez dodged the attack, while Ana's cat gracefully landed on the ground. Gomez smirked as he said, "Sneak attack. Very nice. Any more surprise tools you have to stop me?" Then Ana made a big smirk as she said, "Maybe..." Then Ana's cat jumped on Ana's shoulder and made a meowing sound. Ana smiled as she said, "I agree." Then a curious Gomez asked, "What did he say?" Then a grinning Ana pressed a button on her watch while saying, "Stormageddon the Conquer reminded me of something just now when he told me... You got the touch... you got the power..."

Then suddenly a hole in the ground up, and a giant robot (with a cat head) ascended to above the ground. Gomez however looked very impressed as he said, "My, my Ana... quite the impressive tool you have. I suppose I should yield." Then Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Come on Grandpa. I'm not that unfair. You get a giant robot too." Then Ana pressed another button on her watch, and then another hole in the ground opened revealing another giant robot (with a dog head) which ascended up. The two robots then held out giant fencing foils, as an excited Ana and Gomez got into the cockpits of the giant robots. Then a smiling Gomez began to control the movements of his giant robot while saying, "Ana, my granddaughter, you have outdone yourself!" Then Ana began to control the movements of her robot while she excitedly said, "Now then... one shall stand... one shall fall..." Then Gomez, in a playful taunting voice, said, "Why throw away this match so recklessly?" Then Ana playfully yelled, "That's a question you should ask yourself Grandpa!" Then Gomez playfully yelled, "No! I'll crush with my bare hands!" Then Ana and Gomez began to control their robots into battling one another. Immediately, a giant robot fencing match was underway.

Meanwhile, Harmony and Ana lost interest in the giant robot fight, and walked away while Megan casually asked, "So where did those giant robots come from?" Harmony shrugged, and then said, "I just gave up asking where Ana gets all her toys long ago." Then Harmony and Ana walked over to Morticia as Megan said, "Anyway Mrs Addams, we wanted to talk to you and Mister Addams about something, but it looks like he's busy." Morticia then smiled as she said, "Well whatever it is, I'm happy to help. Now what would you like to ask me?" Then Harmony casually said, "Well... me and Megan are planning to get married at the end of the year... and we just wanted to see if you had any good marriage advice for the two of us." Then Morticia smirked as she said, "Ah, you young people today with your year long engagements. When Gomez and I finally decided to get married, we didn't waste any time and had our wedding as soon as possible." Then a curious Megan asked, "How soon was it?" Then Morticia casually said, "The same day... late at night of course. We wanted a dark gloomy wedding."

Then a startled Harmony said, "Well... that's a bit surprising. But with that being said... are there some important conversations you now wish that you and Grandpa had before you were married?" Morticia looked up for a moment, and then said, "Well... we still hadn't figured out where we'd live long term, what our plans for future careers were, and who would do which chores. But we eventually worked it out. We moved into Gomez's home, lived off the investments his family made, and did some unholy crimes against nature to create a wonderful butler to serve the family." Then Megan smiled as she said, "Well luckily the two of us had already talked about that stuff. We've saved up a lot of money to get ourselves a little apartment eventually, already picked the same college we'll be going to with our desired degree programs, and have already made a chore schedule in advance that maps out who will cook and clean on which alternating days and weeks." Then a happy looking Morticia said, "Splendid. If you two are already that much in sync, then I'm certain you'll have a wonderful family with your future children." Harmony and Megan suddenly had shocked looks on their face as Harmony said, "Future what?" Then Morticia calmly said, "Why your future children. I only assumed... Wait. Have you two discussed having children of your own one day?" Harmony and Megan began to look much more nervous as Megan said, "Um... we actually never have..."

Wednesday, Enid, and Pubert was digging in a gold mine next to several other individuals. As Enid dug, she said, "Okay. I get we broke a few laws... but this is a very weird form of community service we were sentenced to." Wednesday then glared at Enid as she said, "Do you not see the obvious Enid? We are been thrust into forced enslavement... and now we must find a way out." Pubert then casually said, "Hey, we're not prisoners. This is just community service. I'm sure they'll let us go after we dig for a few hours." Then an old man overheard the group talking, and then said, "You three are new. What are your names?" Then an excited Enid said, "Ooo. Well the name is..." Then Wednesday interrupted Enid as she said, "You saying the thing is not important right now." Then Wednesday looked directly at the old man as she said, "What is important though is telling us what led you to working in this gold mine, and how long you've been here." The old man looked sad as he said, "Well... I stole the saddle from another man's horse... and was sentenced to work in this gold mine for the last five years now." Then Pubert looked confused as he said, "That's crazy. Come on. Lets ask the head of the guards what's going on."

The Pubert tried to leave the gold mine, but two guards pushed him back while one of them said, "No one leaves this mine unless the Sheriff says so." Pubert then walked over to Wednesday and Enid with a shocked look on his face while saying, "Oh God, this is forced enslavement. This finally explains how the sheriff got so rich over the years, and why anyone arrested of anything is never seen again in this town." Then Wednesday raised one eyebrow as she said, "Exactly. An informant of mine with the FBI had heard rumblings of the unlawful cruel and unusual punishment going on here, but didn't have enough evidence to bring the sheriff down. So they sent me. However in the event I was to find any solid evidence of major unethical activity, I was granted the authority to take this operation down." Then a confused looking Enid said, "Wait. You knew this was all going to happen? But you said we were going to have a romantic getaway together this week." Then Wednesday, with a practical tone to her voice, said, "What's not romantic about a violent revolution?" Enid sighed, and then said, "Okay. What's the plan?"

Harmony was sitting on the outdoor front steps of her grandparent's home with a confused and hurt look in her eyes. Morticia then stepped outside the house, and looked down at Harmony as she said, "Given how alone you look right now, I take it your conversation with Megan about potential future children didn't go well." As Morticia sat down next to her, a sad looking Harmony said, "It didn't. I mean... I don't know how the heck we avoided that topic for so long... but maybe it's because deep down we knew it would going to be the hardest thing to discuss." Morticia then kept a calm face as she said, "What do you both want?" Then a frantic Harmony said, "I don't know... and neither does Megan! I mean... I don't think either of us knows if we can handle that responsibility, or want to bring a life into a world that's becoming so cruel... or if we could even be good enough parents."

Harmony and Morticia sat quietly for a long moment… until Morticia interrupted the silence by saying, "You know this same thing happened with me and Gomez… and even your two mothers." A startled Harmony then said, "What?" Morticia nodded her head as she said, "For years, I didn't know if I'd ever want children. But once I met Gomez… in my heart I immediately was going to have his children one day. Of course once I had a vision of Wednesday, I knew it was meant to be. Your grandfather was a bit hesitant though… but after three seconds of thinking it through, he knew we could handle anything together; including the wonderful torture that is being a parent. Wednesday meanwhile was 100 percent insistent as a girl that she would never become anyone's mother… but when she met Enid… her heart softened to new ideas. Then once she had a vision of you… she finally understood how wonderful motherhood could be. It still took a little longer for her to convince Enid… but once their hearts were aligned… the uncertainty was lifted."

Then a frustrated Harmony said, "Yeah, but you and mother have one thing in common: you both had visions of your future children. I've never had a vision like that. I've never even had a vision that showed me what me and Megan will be like together as adults!" Then Morticia calmly said, "Harmony, you desire to define what is to happen in your future with such precision. However, life... especially marriage... is about dealing with all the many unexpected chaotic possibilities. What's really important is simply finding the right person to be with, so you don't have to deal with those chaotic possibilities alone. I know dealing with pure unexpected chaos may seem like madness to some... but enjoying it is what we Addams do best." Harmony sat silently for a moment... but then made a little smile as she said, "Thanks grandma."

Then suddenly a giant robot with a cat head fell down right near Harmony's feet. Harmony however remained completely calm as she said, "Oh, hey Ana." Then Ana's voice came out of the robot as she said, "Hi Harmony! Sorry if I startled you! Just having fun with Grandpa!" Then Harmony kept a calm look on her face while saying, "That's cool." Then suddenly the giant robot (with a dog's head) appeared and tried to hit Ana with a giant fencing foil. Ana then had her robot fight back as she yelled, "I thought you were made of sterner stuff." As Gomez piloted his robot, he thrust its' giant fencing foil forward as he yelled, "Fall! Fall!" Ana however tried to have her robot fight back against Gomez's robot, but Gomez was soon able to trip Ana's robot and have it fall to the ground. Gomez then had his robot stand over Ana's robot with a giant fencing foil pointed down. A very excited Gomez then yelled, "Ha! I would've waited an eternity for this. It's over Ana!" Then Ana breathed heavily for a moment, and then screamed, "Never!" Then Ana had her giant robot use it's weapon to hit Gomez's robot very hard. Gomez and his robot fell to the ground, as Ana proudly said, "Till all are one!" Then Gomez stepped out of his robot as he casually and calmly said, "Well, that was fun. Who's ready for dinner?"

Several prisoners in the gold mine began to gather around Wednesday, Enid, and Pubert. As Wednesday held out a small map, she said, "The guards are evenly spaced out, which means they think they can control us. However, spacing them out really means that they're more vulnerable. Now we just need a means to quickly eliminate each one of them around the same time." Then Pubert took out a jar from his pocket while saying, "I think I can help with that. I got some baby mutant bats in this jar here that love the taste of human brains. Stick any of these in the noses of the guards, and they'll be down in no time." Wednesday looked at Pubert with amazement and admiration as she said, "Why Pubert, you're more resourceful and devious than I ever could have imagined. I now regret trying to kill you all those times as an infant. Perhaps I should've eliminated Pugsley instead." Pubert smiled as he said, "Thanks sis. But with that being said, there's still multiple guards near the front, and the sheriff will be around all afternoon. We'll need a way to distract them all for a minute. So with that being said... who can be the most distracting person here?" Wednesday then turned to look right at Enid as she said, "Enid..." A smiling Enid began to look excited as she said, "Yes Wednesday?" Wednesday groaned in frustration, and then reluctantly said, "Say the thing." Enid then shook in excitement as she said, "Eeee! Oh boy! You got it Wens!"

Then Enid made sure she had her pink cowgirl hat on, and put on a pink coat over her bright pink cowgirl outfit. Then Enid walked over to where several guards and the town sheriff were talking. Then Enid stood with certainty and courage in her face as she said, "Yo boys. Things are about to change around here... so says me." Then the town sheriff looked at Enid with a confused face as he said, "And who might you be?" Then, realizing all eyes were on her, Enid made a big smile as she excitedly said, "Well... the name is... West... Jane West... desperado... rough rider... no, you don't want nada. None of this, six-gunnin' this, sister runnin' this. Buffalo soldier, look, it's like I told ya. Any damsel that's in distress, be outta that dress when she meet Jane West. Rough neck, so go check the law and abide. Watch your step or flex and get a hole in your side. Swallow your pride. Don't let your lip react. You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at. With Artemus, from the start of this, runnin' the game. Jane West, tamin' the West, so remember the name." Then the confused town sheriff quickly asked "What is going on here?" Then suddenly the screams of many faraway guards in pain began to echo through the gold mine. Then Enid held out her hands and suddenly had her wolf claws appear. The guards in front of her suddenly looked scared, as a grinning Enid said, "It's the wicki-wild wild, wicki-wicki-wild, wicki-wild, wicki-wicki wild wild west!"

Harmony walked into a bedroom wearing just a purple bathrobe, just as Megan stepped out of the nearby bathroom wearing just a blue towel. The two girls paused to just look at each other for a quick moment as they remained on opposites of the room. Eventually Megan broke the silence as she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be back in here, so I..." Then Harmony interrupted Megan as she said, "Megan, I don't want us to ever avoid each other or feel uncomfortable talking to one another. Come here." Then Harmony motioned to Megan to sit near her. Both girls then sat down on opposite sides of the bed, while Megan said, "Harmony... I'm sorry I made our talk about us possibly having kids feel so weird earlier. I mean... I still don't know if I want them, and if I do: I don't know if I want to adopt, or do artificial insemination, or use that really weird plant thing your two moms used to create you and your sister. It's just too much uncertainty for my brain."

Then a smiling Harmony said, "Exactly. It's all uncertain. I have no idea what the future holds for us. It could be filled with complete joy, or utter insanity and chaos... but there's no one else I'd rather take on chaos with than you. Megan... we've dealt with a large number of unexpected chaotic things we didn't see coming in our relationship already. We've been kidnapped by the children of Laurel Gates, had my very rights as an individual put on trial, dealt with killer cats and my racist cousins, fought an army of rogue sirens and lizard monsters, and we were kidnapped by a dark alternate universe version of my mother that one time. The point is... we may not know what is to come for us... but I know from our experience, that we can take on any chaos the future gives us.

Megan sat silent for a moment with an uncertain look on her face... but then smiled as she said, "Harmony... whether we have kids or not... I'm gonna love you forever, you know that?" Harmony made a big smile as she said, "You know... I think it's time we finally act like my grandparents and two moms... and just do whatever the heck feels right in the moment." Megan got onto the bed, and then moved her face close to Harmony's as she said, "That is what the Addams Family does... and I can't wait to be a part of it." Then Harmony and Megan immediately moved towards one another, wrapped their arms around one another, and kissed. However just as the moonlight of the early evening began to enter the bedroom, by instinct: Harmony let her bath robe come off, and Megan let her towel fall down.

The two young women paused as they looked at one another's complete natural beauty that was before them. Harmony then put her arms around Megan's lower back as she lovingly said, "Megan... you are so beautiful." Megan blushed a bit, as she turned head away slightly while saying, "You're just saying that." Then Harmony kept her eyes completely focused on Megan as she said, "No, I mean it. Megan... you are so completely beautiful... inside and out." Then the two women wrapped their arms around each other tightly as they kissed once more. It was a kiss full of passion, devotion, dedication, and also a promise to cement what the two wanted for their future together. It was also a kiss full of love... that led to the two young women making love... all night long. However just as the their long night of passion came to an end, and the sun began to come up; suddenly the two girls' eyes widened as their bodies shook a bit... and then they fell onto opposite sides of the bed.

Both Harmony and Megan looked exhausted from their night of passion… but also had a content happy look on their eyes as they gazed upon their respective lover. Soon Harmony had a big smile on her face as she said, "Megan... right near the end of us making love together... I had a vision... a vision of our future for the first time ever!"" A smiling Megan then said, "I know. Somehow I saw it too. I mean you've been able to communicate thoughts to me psychically before when you concentrated, but somehow... I saw your entire vision with you." Then a smiling and excited Harmony said, "Then you actually saw everything I saw?" A very happy Megan smiled as she nodded her head, and then said, "Yes Harmony. I saw the future with you... and I saw our son. Oh my God, I saw our son. I know visions aren't always perfect predictions of the future, and anything can happen... but now I want to do everything I can to make that vision become a reality." Harmony began to cry tears of happiness as she said, "Me too!" Then Harmony and Megan immediately hugged the other tightly as they both began to cry tears of happiness.

Ana was in the kitchen holding her phone out, as she was in the middle of a video call with Wednesday and Enid. As Gomez and Morticia stood behind Ana looking at the phone, a smiling Ana said, "So after me and Grandpa battled in our giant robots, Stormageddon the Conqueror got us in contact with a guy he knows, and we actually found a bunch of old trains, and then... you can probably guess what Grandpa did next." An excited and smiling Gomez then said, "Oh, you should've seen the splendor of that explosion. Oh, to feel the fire nearly touching my face. It was destruction in its' finest form!" Then a smiling Enid said, "That's great to hear. Meanwhile your mother and I have been busy this week. We got into a bar-room brawl, were forced to work in an illegal gold mining operation, and then staged a revolution to free all our fellow prisoners." Then Morticia smiled while holding Gomez's hand as she said, "Ah Gomez. It's so nice to see our daughter and her wife are still having just as delightful a marriage as we are." Then suddenly screams could be heard behind Enid. A confused looking Ana then asked, "What's with all the screaming?" Then Wednesday moved her face close to the phone screen as she said, "The revolution isn't exactly over yet."

Then the sound of sirens could be heard, as Pubert appeared behind Wednesday and Enid while yelling, "Onward to victory soldiers! Unleash the feral jackalopes!" Then suddenly the sound of many guards screaming in pain could be heard. However Gomez (seeing Pubert on the screen) said, "Pubert, my boy! How are you?" Pubert then waved at the screen as he said, "Hello father and mother! Just having a wonderful time with my sister! I promise to come by next Halloween!" Then a scared Enid looked away as she said, "Hold on. Are those creatures you have supposed to be doing that!?" Then suddenly Wednesday, Enid, and Pubert screamed in terror... and then the video call ended. Morticia simply made a calm and warm smile as she said, "Ah, to be young."

Then Harmony and Megan walked into the kitchen as a smiling Megan said, "Hey everyone. How are you all doing?" Then Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Probably not as good as you two. You know, you both may wanna start investing in sound proofing." Harmony looked a bit humiliated as she said, "Oh God, my wolf howl..." Then Gomez chuckled as he said, "Nothing to be ashamed of. You should hear the tricks I do to make your grandmother howl some nights." Then Ana began to look uncomfortable as she said, "Okay. TMI! Too much information!"

Then as everyone began to sit at the kitchen table together, Megan said, "You know Mister and Mrs Addams... me and Harmony may be ready to take on whatever life has to offer us now... but we'd still like to maybe learn from the experiences you two had. I mean how did you both meet and fall in love to begin with?" Then Morticia smiled as she said, "Oh, that is quite the story." Gomez looked up as he said, "Ah, yes. It's a lovely tale that involves a boy, a girl, a stalker, a funeral, a fencing match, a giant lizard monster... and murder." Then Morticia held Gomez's hand as she lovingly said, "A perfect formula to build a long lasting marriage on." Then an intrigued Harmony said, "Well, I wanna hear the entire story now. Tell us." Then Gomez excitedly said, "Well... it all began when I was 17 years old, and got involved in some typical mischief that all typical boys do... on pirate ships..."

THE END

-Original Art By: @annietheartsyartist

-"Photographs" were Created with AI

*Author's Note - I hope everyone enjoyed this fun little experiment I wanted to try (telling one of my newest fanfiction stories with many pictures). MAJOR THANKS to @annietheartsyartist for doing WAY more pictures than I even asked. Be sure to check out her Tumblr page! Anyway, I hope you all liked this fun adventure in the "future era" of the Addams Family... right before we begin the start of a new story that looks into the "past era" of the Addams Family.

Next week: I will begin a BRAND NEW SERIES about Gomez and Morticia as teenagers, which will tell the origin story of how they fell in love and started their relationship together. Basically, it will be a prequel to the Wednesday TV series, and essentially a prequel to all Addams Family stories ever made. If you thought Gomez and Morticia were entertaining in this chapter as grandparents... just wait until you see how much fun they were as teens! This new story will be called "The Origin of Gomez and Morticia". So make sure you're looking at my profile page a week from now, and keep an eye out for the upcoming new series. However for those of you who only want to see more Wednesday and Enid material... don't worry... because IN FOUR WEEKS, I will be posting another chapter which will be completely focused on JUST Wednesday and Enid, in a tale that I promise to be one of the most beautiful Wenclair tales yet... ;)

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#wenclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday x enid #wenclair fanfiction #enid x wednesday #wenclair fanart #addams family

[fostersffff]

Decided to check out X-Men ‘97 after all because oh shit right the X-Men are cool I forgot, and I opted to watch a handful of episodes from the original cartoon just to remind myself this continuity, and then jumped to the first episode '97:

Oh my God Cyclops is so cool when Hugh Jackman Wolverine isn’t around to steal focus

There are little things to make this really feel like a 90’s product: the X-Men ballin’ and Gambit’s crop top are more obvious ones, but for me it’s Dr. Cooper running on a treadmill while video conferencing with Cyclops and Jean. “Woman on a treadmill while video conferencing” is really efficient shorthand for 90’s portrayals of women

They did a pretty good job approximating a lot of the voice actors. If I didn’t know any better I’d say they actually got Lenore Zann (who I've always adored for her performance of Aisha Clan-Clan in Outlaw Star) back for Rogue.

OHHH MY GOD CYCLOPS IS SO COOL WHEN HUGH JACKMAN WOLVERINE ISN’T AROUND

Morph’s blank face design is pretty good! I'm also enjoying his role as "cameo machine"!

Pretty glad to have been wrong about the animation quality looking outright bad. It’s a little stiff at times, but they crank it up when it really matters, like Cyclops's Optic Blast Shmoovement and Storm turning a desert into glass and making a glass tornado to shred up a bunch of Sentinels.

I hear they spent like a shitzillion dollars to get the rights to use The X-Men Theme so they really fuckin’ use it as hard as they can. And they’re right to, because it’s a good goddamn theme.

Doing the 90’s CG credits but now it’s just the actual models they use in the show is so conceptually funny

THAT WAS ACTUALLY LENORE ZANN? LENORE ZANN WHO RETIRED FROM VOICE ACTING TO BE A CANADIAN POLITICIAN FOR A DECADE??? SOUTHERN AISHA CLAN-CLAN IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024???

When watching the handful of episodes of the original animated series I went "boy, Jean Grey sounds a lot like Jennifer Hale", but that timeline doesn't match up at all as far as I know, so that she's voicing Jean Grey here is really very funny.

Actually this voice cast is fascinating for the mix of original series voice actors who came back and who got recast. But ohh my God LENORE ZANN!

#X-Men #X-Men '97 #animation

[blueikeproductions]

I’ve been seeing debates on whether Hasbro should do a remake/continuation of G1’s cartoon. While most have said no for one reason or another, citing the poor reception to MOTU: R and the mixed reception to X-Men in particular, I’m more curious on the matter. While I agree we don’t need it, part of me really wants Hasbro to do it just to see what they’d do with it.

I’ve seen some point out there wouldn’t be toys to sell for it, but my rebuttal is that’s what Legacy/Prime Generations is for. Basically just have this hypothetical show be the WFC/PW equivalent. One MAJOR stipulation: it must be tonally in line with the original cartoon and Transformers Devastation. Make this an all ages, but especially kid friendly show. None of that nonsense PW/WFC did. In fact keep those writers away from it, bring in Simon Furman, Flint Dille & Bob Budiansky to throw in some sexy adjectives and be script supervisors/editors to the new staff.

As for the plot, it depends on what they’d do: full remake-AU or continuation. The later would be simpler I think, just following up on what Galvatron and Zarak have been up to and the Autobots’/humanity’s reaction to it.

No matter what they’d do I feel like Hasbro would insist on lite retcons that include the 13 Primes and their Relics, which in turn fuel Galvatron and Zarak’s ambitions, while Optimus and Hot Rod have shared premonitions about the history of the Prime lineage, revealing in the cartoon universe, the thirteen primes were the prototypes the Quintessons developed after the Trans-Organics, with the Prime relics being Quintesson tools the Primes inherited after the Quints were driven off Cybertron. The Quints aren’t particularly happy their own tools are being uncovered, let alone seeing Galvatron using the Forge to upgrade his troops into Micromasters, Action Masters, & Pretenders. It becomes a race to see who collects the relics, with the Autobots determined to stop the Quintessons and Decepticons from abusing this ancient power. All the while, Solus Prime, Alchemist Prime and Quintus Prime are watching from the sidelines, the last survivors of the ancient Primes. And because Furman, there’d be a bit in here about Grimlock being a vessel for Onyx Prime temporarily, lol.

A clean slate AU could be done any number of ways, though my stipulation would absolutely no Allspark plot, but instead maybe combine elements of Dark of the Moon and Devastation where the factions are looking for the Ferotaxxis, which possess the data necessary to restore Cybertron by producing Synthetic Energon to whoever finds it first. The Ferotaxxis is unearthed by humans meanwhile, who study it and the unearthed Nova Prime, seeing a technological boom as far as the 80’s/90’s are concerned (similar to the Bay films and Sumac Systems in Animated). Nova isn’t particularly pleased at being poked and prodded by what he deems a lazy inferior species, and like Bay Sentinel concocts a scheme to screw over humanity, Optimus’ Autobots and secure the Ferotaxxis to gift Cybertron Earth’s energy. Because Cybertron is all that matters, the devil with anything that gets in the way of it.

The Autobots human friends would be Spike, Carly and Chip, the children of scientists and engineers working on Project O-Part; the O-Part, the Ferotaxxis, reacting to the Autobots and Decepticons presence on Earth.

The plot would then extend to the lineage of the 13 Primes and their relics, as they were things Nova and the Ferotaxxis were privy to, leading to the Autobots and the kids from stopping the Decepticons from getting their hands on the relics, with another wrinkle being added that some countries already found some like Carbomya, and won’t surrender them easily…

Like I said this concept can go any direction, but for a pivoted AU, this is just how I’d do it, going by what I assume Hasbro would still want with the 13 Primes being a component. Elements of Skybound would probably be here too, like Spike and Carly being those designs in particular.

But I think continuing where The Rebirth left off would be the better option, being the easiest to work with and with the already admittedly shoddy continuity of the G1 cartoon, you could pretty effortlessly add aspects of Skybound, IDW (and by that I mean characters like Nova, Rung, Rubble, Termagax, Three Fold Spark, etc) and the modern 13 lore.

Will do they do it? If they’re desperate enough, absolutely, but I don’t know if we’re entirely there yet. It’s getting closer and closer though.

#blueike productions #blueike #transformers #maccadam

[grymm]

Some great things about the X-Men cartoon after watching the first ep:

-Storm and Cyclops being shown to be the top tier powerhouses that they are.

-Wolverine and Gambit are still as awesome as I thought they were when I was 7 years old.

-Bishop's there for some reason and that's cool. I like Bishop.

-They finally did something with Jean! Now her personality is PREGANANTE instead of just girl mind reader.

-Despite my issues with how janky the character renders look, the action sequences are super fun and satisfying to watch.

-Jubilee gets to do something in Jubilee-ING the new Jubilee!

I could criticize the writing and acting, but let's be honest, the acting in 90's show was terrible on average and the writing on display here is for the sake of acclimating new viewers.

Four out five stars. Will continue watching as time allows.

I might also just be so starved for animated X-Men fare that my bar is set super fucking low.

#x men 97 #xmen #marvel #animation

[loveshotzz]

bouncer!steve x fem!reader Steve’s night

🎵 I finally found someone that can make me laugh, hahaha you so crazy, I think I wanna have your baby. 🎵

summary: you’ve got a crush on the new bouncer at The Foxy Lounge. turns out he’s not very good at his job.

word count: 13.6k

warnings: 18+ 90’s AU// Steve is in his early 30’s, Your date gets drunk and says some night nice things, some mild violence (bar fights), possessive steve, fingering, smut (p in v) cream pie, ass eating (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), dirty talk.

authors note: part two of Whatta Man (steve’s night) you don’t need to read eddie’s to read this one it’s just a little more fun if you do. i’ve seen other writers repost their work after it’s been flagged so here I am. I worked on this for months. please be kind.

The perks of moving into the apartment that presides above The Foxy Lounge were vast for a single girl like yourself, but the perks of becoming friends with the bartender that worked there seemed to make them endless. 

Memorized orders and free drinks when he was feeling nice (which he almost always was), he wore the crown of wingman of the century with pride, Eddie always made sure you had a good time. It was days like today that were your favorite though, heading home from a shitty morning shift at work, you weren’t surprised when you tugged on the front door an hour before open and it wasn’t locked. The annoyed look on his face told you he wasn’t either. An irritated groan leaves his chest at the carelessness of the owner and your landlord before popping the caps off two beers with ease. The loud clink of metal to glass echoes in the empty bar, as he flips his bottle opener between his fingers like muscle memory stuffing it in his back pocket.

“He’s gonna get us robbed one day, and I’m just gonna take my favorite bottle for damages and let them have the rest at this point.” His smile shows the lack of truth behind his words when you sit in the stool in front of him.

“Lucky for the both of you, it’s always just me.”  Winking when you take a swig, the bitter liquid and the company eases the bad day out of your bones almost instantly.

The beginnings of a relaxed sigh start to push past your lips when the jarring sound of his rings slapping against the wood of the bar to the tune of a drum roll has you tense right back up. You’re unable to stop the slam of your beer before deadpanning, “you know I hate when you do that-“

“My best buddy Steve starts tomorrow night, I finally got Rick to say yes.” Eddie’s excitement has him vibrating when he cuts you off to tell you the news of the latest Foxy Lounge employee. “You’re gonna have such a crush on him. I’m calling it now.” The smirk on his face and the arch of his brow dare you to challenge him as he leans forward into your space.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you start picking at the white sticker wrapped around the bottle. 

“As if you know my type, Munson.” You can’t control the twitch of your lips the second the words leave your mouth when you finally dare to meet his amused gaze.

Eddie knew your type better than anyone else. Watching the men and sometimes women you’d bring upstairs weekend after weekend. He had you pegged and the Cheshire smile on his face told you he knew it too.

“I can hear it now.” He changes the pitch of his voice so it sounds like a bad version of yours before he continues with an exaggerated batting of his lashes, “Oh Eddie, Steve is just so dreamy. Do you think he thinks I’m cute? Will you talk to him? Come on Eddie!”

“I do NOT talk like that, asshole!” Launching a handful of bar nuts at him, he raises his hands in mock surrender shaking out the few that got stuck in his hair with a booming laugh.

“I don’t think that's a nice way to treat the guy who not only didn’t kick you out but also gave you a free beer before we opened, sweetheart.” His dimpled grin and perfect smile almost has your stomach in butterflies.

“I basically live here, besides your boss is the one who left the door unlocked. Maybe it’s a good thing you’re upping your security around here,” you tease, gulping down the rest of the beer before sliding the empty bottle over. 

“We’ll see about this Steve guy you won’t shut up about, who knows Eddie, maybe it’s you who’s got a crush.” 

Sweeping up the mess you made behind his bar he smirks before wiggling his brows.

“Everyone’s got a crush on Steve, baby.”

The pink fluorescent lights of the Foxy Lounge sign that hangs outside your window paints your studio in a blush tinted glow. It bleeds through the sheer floor length curtains, softening its harshness in a way that you liked. The darkness outside always makes it shine brightest around this time, a constant fight with your overhead lamp before bed. Your eyes catch the glaring red numbers on your clear digital clock reading 8:45pm.

Shit. You’re late.

No Doubt’s I’m Just A Girl plays loud enough through your boom box speakers to drown out the murmurs of the bar downstairs that spill through the slight crack in your bedroom window. You finish the last touch ups to the bubble gum colored gloss that coats your lips, smacking them together loudly. You give yourself a sweet smile in the mirror before fluttering your lashes for good measure. The finishing touch.

Finally feeling ready enough to leave, you adjust the black velvet choker around your neck with lavender painted nails. They highlight the lime green tube top that wraps around your chest as you pull at your black maxi skirt that sits above your hips hugging your curves just right.

You give yourself one last once over while you slip on your clunky Steve Madden slides, telling yourself the whole time you didn’t get all done up for the new bouncer. Instead you tell yourself it’s because you want to get lucky with the guy that invited you to get last minute drinks conveniently at the bar you above.

Turning around to give your studio apartment the safety check, you shuffle over your baby blue carpet with loud clacks from your sandals to hurriedly straighten your pink comforter and snuff out your incense. Grabbing your bag, you rush out with a flip of the light switch, only getting two steps away before having to pop back in to grab your keys hanging by the door.

The platforms on your slides are heavy as you make your way down the staircase, the narrow hallway bouncing your steps off the walls despite the cushion of the ugly brown carpet. One hand on the banister and the other dragging along the wall for balance, you pick up your pace barreling towards the door. Pushing it open with more force than normal, you hit something on the other side, hard.

An oof and the sound of plastic skidding across the sidewalk is followed by the crash of a stool that must’ve belonged to whoever was sitting on it. Stepping onto the pavement with a clack from your sandals, you stop in your tracks when you see his broad shoulders first. Bent over, you watch him collect what looks like an orange Tamagotchi, stuffing it quickly in his back pocket before brushing the dust off his dark denim clad thighs. The way he fills his jeans has your mouth dry up and his muscles flex under the black cotton shirt that wraps tight around his torso, the seams barely containing what’s underneath. Turning around he runs a big hand through his honey colored locks that stop just below his ears, pushing the fly aways from his face while the shine of the street lamp highlights his cheekbones and sharp jaw.

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes rake over your form while yours follow the freckles that run along his neck that lead to small moles placed like a cluster of stars along his jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks. The expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in a matter of seconds flat, the whites of his teeth showing when he gives you an easy smile.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you hate that he has your nerves getting the best of you.  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary, it was an accident, honey.”

The endearment leaves his mouth while his lips turn his smile crooked, and it makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground, a matching chain slips out from under his shirt and the glow above gives you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile, you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as you’re okay-“

“Steve,” he offers his name with a flash of his teeth again, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot,” you say, doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks burn.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips. Jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves again before offering you another grin.

It makes you do one thing a man has never made you genuinely do. You giggle. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you hardly recognize yourself anymore.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice is sweet despite the roll of your eyes, his jaw clenches against the wood. He liked that.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger, his eyes lingering on your open window for a second before bringing all his attention back on you. The tension grows even thicker when he kicks off the wall, realization hitting him. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his bronzed skin, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside. 

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue, he pushes the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk telling you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too,” you lick your lips, tasting the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded shimmering lids, “Steve.”

He inches just a little closer to teeter on the edge of what’s appropriate before responding, “Oh yeah? Did you like what you heard baby?”

His smile is as sinful as it is blinding. A darkened gaze locked on yours as he pulls the tooth pick out his mouth letting the sharp end snag his bottom lip before stuffing it in his back pocket again.

The electricity in the air sparks and fizzes, standing close enough to see the freckles that line his nose and the specks of glitter smattered in a similar pattern on your cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Raising an eyebrow, your response has him sucking his teeth before rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek accepting your answer with a nod of his head.

Pulling out a small red flashlight with a soft click of the button at the end, white light floods the dark. The beam roams over the expanse of your body with a purposeful path before stopping at his outstretched hand.

“I.D.?” Amusement evident in his voice, he wiggles his fingers at you keeping up with his charade. The motion daring to make a mess of your underwear.

You try to cover up your laugh with a fake scoff, making it come out loud enough for him to snort. Your lips twitch as you try to fight the losing battle with the smile threatening to break across your face. 

“What? I need to be careful here sweetheart. It’s my first night, I gotta make sure you’re really who you say you are, and not just some pretty girl trying to flirt her way inside.” He keeps the perfect poker face while he tuts at you to hurry up for the invisible line behind you.

“Would it have worked?” you ask handing him your driver’s license, wincing internally at the picture he is about to see.

Brushing his fingers against yours when he takes it for closer examination, he huffs out a laugh before looking down at you with a smug grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He winks like an expert before making a big show of bringing your ID close to his face like it might be a fake.

Tsking to himself as he reads it over, he peeks over at you with a sly smirk. “A whole year older than me. Good for you, I like older women.”

Closing the space that developed when you had to dig in your purse, you snatch the plastic out of his hand, relishing in the way his breath hitches because of it. “I’m shocked you can read Steve, Eddie’s taste can be a bit…shoddy.”

“I think I’m pretty good at it actually, I’m good at reading a lot of things.” Ignoring your jab he’s quick to regain his confidence. “Things like, I don’t know, body language.” The spice of the cinnamon returns when he pulls out his toothpick again. He flashes you his pearly whites when he bites down, keeping his eyes locked on yours, a silent dare to prove him wrong.

Like magnets finding each other, the toes of his boots brush against your sandals. When did he get this close again?

Mariah Carey’s Fantasy cuts off any witty response that sits on the tip of your tongue as the bar door creaks open, rudely snapping you both back to reality. A boy who looks barely above the legal age is the culprit for popping your bubble, stopping dead in his tracks when the flirting bouncer’s attention redirects itself to where it should be. You already miss it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, punk.” Grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt, he mutters a ‘shit’ under his breath. 

You take a step back, your eyes meeting Eddie's from inside, the commotion catching his and a few other patrons' stares, including your date.

Oh yeah, you had a date.

“I’m gonna need to see some I.D.” Steve’s voice drops deeper after he clears his throat, if his tamagotchi didn’t beep right after, signaling it’s need to be fed it would’ve been more intimidating. Your own digital pet buried at the bottom of your bag probably doing the same, already reborn fresh this morning from forgetting it at home while at work the night before.

“Umm, you see, I left my wallet at home,” the kid starts to stammer, the metal of his braces showing when he gives the bouncer a nervous grin.

Almost forgetting he had an audience, Steve’s eyes meet yours, softening before that million dollar smile takes over his handsome face.

“You’re free to go in. You know where to come when you wanna talk about all those things you liked hearing about me.”

Your stomach flutters despite the roll of your eyes at his words and you're reminded crossing the threshold that you’re here to meet another man, already scolding yourself for not taking Eddie’s warning seriously.

“I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, Steve?” You linger in the door frame, looking at him from over your shoulder, and it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“You already know the answer to that, gorgeous.” His toothpick switches sides again before finally going back to doing his job, tugging the kid closer.

“I.D. or no entry dick head.”

Despite there being no line outside, the bar was pretty full. The low buzz of conversation before the drinks really start to hit filling the crowded space. Mariah finishes her last high note when your eyes connect with Eddie’s before meeting Devin’s. He’s dressed like Danny Tanner and it makes you cringe. Pushing up his wire frame glasses, he waves so eagerly the Salmon’s that cover his dress shirt look like they're swimming in the background rapids with the movements of his arm. He’s completely oblivious to Eddie mocking him behind his back, mouthing ‘DORK’ with a shit eating grin before finally attending to the girl with smeared makeup that had been desperately trying to get his attention from the other end of the bar.

You take a deep breath, readjusting the strap of your bag before you push your chin up making your way over. Determined to have a good time, you put on your best face, returning his wave with forced enthusiasm while Steve’s smile etches itself into your memory permanently.

Paula Abdul’s Vibeology starts pumping through the speakers around you, the sticky floor vibrating with the bass under your sandals as you sway your hips to the beat. He stands up when you approach his spot at the bar and you notice his button up is tucked into mustard colored corduroy slacks, and it makes you miss the tight fitting denim of the man outside even more. Shaking your head to try and get rid of all the thoughts swirling in your head about the guy you weren’t on a date with, you desperately try to match Devin’s excited energy when he opens his arms for a hug.

“I was starting to get worried you were standing me up.” He laughs nervously as you tuck yourself into his chest. Your eyes peek over his shoulder meeting Eddie’s again as he slides your favorite drink over (tequila and pineapple), and god you wish you hadn’t.

Wiggling his eyebrows, you flip him the bird behind Devin’s back watching the bartender pretend to catch it and put it in his pocket making your eyes hit the back of your skull.

“No, sorry, I just lost track of the time.” Not a total lie you leave out the fact that you forgot about him completely just a few minutes ago. Pulling away, you avoid his eyes, too scared they’ll give you away.

“All is forgiven, pretty lady.” He bows slightly, and you have to ignore the way Eddie snorts as he walks past with hands full of Miller Lite.

“You’re so sweet,” cringing at how fake your voice comes out but Devin doesn’t seem to notice as you both take your seats, knees barely touching between the space of the stools.

“Thanks for agreeing to drinks tonight, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. Just didn’t know, w-with office etiquette a-and all,” stuttering, his nerves get the best of him. He tries to hide it behind a sip of his beer.

“No, I’m, I’m glad you did,”you lie, your eyes flicking to the door one more time before grabbing your drink. An awkward silence settles between the two of you as you press your lips to the rim to slurp at the top to prevent any spill over.

God, you already want this to be over.

The conversation does get easier after your first drink, the flirting a little less forced as your hand finds its way to squeeze his thigh when you laugh at something he says that’s only half funny. Choking on the foam from his beer from your sudden touch, he wipes his mouth bashful from his outburst. Eddie murmurs a “go easy on him tiger” when he gets you a refill, earning him your bratty tongue. 

“So you transferred here last year from Portland, right Devin? What’s it like over there?” Resting your chin on your knuckles, you look up at him from under your lashes enjoying the way it makes his breath catch.

“It was- It was a lot different from here…”

Finally on your A game, you try not to pay attention when the front door opens behind your date. It’s to no avail when you catch his figure in your peripheral and you can’t fight it anymore. All the progress you’ve made going out the window when Steve makes his first reappearance since your arrival. 

Toothpick replaced with what looked like Big Red chewing gum, his hazel eyes scan the crowd before landing on you. The smirk that you’d been trying to forget tugs at the corners of his lips, and any luck that Devin might have had with you tonight disappears like that.

The bouncer looks pointedly at the man beside you, sizing him up, smile stretching wider when he assesses his threat. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms across his chest so the sleeves of his shirt look like they are being pushed to their limits as the muscles in his biceps flex. Hips pushed out in a way that’s daring you to look below his waist, he throws you a wink with a snap of his gum.

“...So yeah, that’s the long and short , it,” Devin finishes with a proud smile and you just nod, not catching a single word he said.

Steve’s stare is relentless, and your body responds to it without you having to even meet his gaze. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, jaw clenching with every hard chew of his gum. Pushing himself off the wall, he starts a slow walk towards you. Big heavy steps bring him closer, every thud of his boots making your thighs clench, as you try desperately to stay concentrated.

Your date’s in the middle of another story that sounds like white noise, your lack of attention making him a babbling mess. He doesn’t notice the way Steve stops next to him first, giving him a once over from up close to make sure he wasn’t missing something from afar before coming up to you with the kind of smile that’s dripping with trouble.

“....So the logistics of it are kinda crazy when you think-“

“Just checking on my pretty new friend over here,” Steve cuts Devin off, not interested in anything but you. His large hand finds the small of your back, his palm almost big enough to cover the exposed skin between your skirt and top. It sends a shiver up your spine that the pad of his thumb soothes when it rubs circles over your sprouting goosebumps. “Having a good night, baby?”

The pet name falls so smoothly off his tongue that it takes Devin a minute to realize that it even left Steve’s mouth, a scowl souring his face when he sees the way your eyes glaze over looking up at the bouncer. 

“Yeah, I’m having a real nice time Steve.” Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, he notices the subtle way you lean into his touch. Your body needy for more.

“You better be.” He winks, letting the blunt ends of his nails scratch along your back before adding salt to Devin’s wound, “And you know where to find me if that changes.” 

There’s a knowing smirk that plays on the edges of his mouth, biting his lip he finally tears his eyes away from you to give a head nod to the date you’d forgotten about for the second time tonight. Steve tosses him a wink too, a gesture that makes Devin’s jaw clench. Steve opens his mouth to say something that was sure to piss him off more, but he’s cut off by the sound of Eddie’s rings slamming hard on the bar behind you. 

“Dude! What the fuck are you doing inside? Do you know how many people have walked in without getting checked? It's PEAK hours!” The bartender's eyes are frantic, fingers running through his curls as he yells at his friend. “Quit flirting and go do your job. Also, is that a fucking kid man?”

Eddie points to the boy that the bouncer stopped earlier who was snooping around abandoned tables in search for leftovers he was definitely not of legal age for, Steve’s cheeks tint the color of your lipgloss when he looks at you with sheepish eyes. The confidence he was dripping with disappears into embarrassment while doing his best to ignore the smug look on your date’s face.

“Calm down man, it was three minutes! I’ll get rid of the fuckin’ kid. Again.” He rubs the back of his neck as he walks away, stalking towards the boy who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Hey asshole! You must’ve grown eight years in twenty minutes for me to be seeing you here!” 

The boy raises his hands up in surrender slowly backing away, giving Steve an opportunity to turn around to toss you one last smile and wiggle his fingers at Devin before focusing on the high schooler who is already halfway out the door. The kid's walk turns into a run when Steve cracks his knuckles for show, following him out with long strides, disappearing back outside and out of sight.

You’re left with awkward silence between you and your date as Eddie stomps away muttering under his breath. Devin clears his throat, twirling his beer, the glass against the wood making a sound that starts to grate on your nerves. He’s daring you to look at him. The huff he exhales afterwards begs you to look. Your mind races with ideas of how to get out of this and when you dare to finally take a peek, he’s looking forward, emptying the last of his bottle.

“I’m gonna go smoke a cigarette!” You blurt out, grabbing your bag and leaving no time for a response. Your sandals clack as you power walk to the door. To Steve.

The summer night is sticky on your face when you step out of the bar, the sound of a girl’s sniffled “You’re right Steve” directing your stare to the bouncer you were looking for. Sitting on the very stool you knocked him off of, his big boots sit on the lowest footrest with his knees spread wide. Inviting. His eyes connect with yours, widening a bit when you smirk at him while getting yourself comfortable on the brick wall on the opposite side of the door. Digging your cigarettes out of your purse, you notice the girl next to him has mascara running down her cheeks that she only makes worse when she wipes them with the back of her hand. 

“You know Maryanne, it sounds like this isn’t the first time he’s done this to you. I think it’s time to kick him to the curb. You deserve better.” He speaks to her like they’ve been friends their whole lives and you have no idea how he’s learned so much about her in the few minutes he’s been outside. Crossing his arms as he leans back enough for the legs of the stool to pull up, he catches himself with his shoulders against the wall behind him. 

“He sounds like a chump if you ask me,”you chime in, lighting your cigarette. Steve’s smile shines under the pink luminescent sign above him when he hears your voice. The wooden legs of his stool smacking loud against the cement when he pushes off the wall.

She’s startled by your sudden appearance, not noticing when you came out - too lost in her own world. She gives you a weak smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she nods, tugging at her high pony and somehow making it higher. The sequined scrunchy in her hair catches the street light as she tries hyping herself up to return to whoever was making her cry inside.

“He is a chump, but most men are.” She sighs, her shoulders relaxing a little more as she calms down.

“You’ve got this honey, tell him to fuck off and go home with Lisa if that’s what he wants so bad,” Steve champions, patting her on the back, a new layer to Maryanne’s story being revealed. His eyes flick back to you as you take a drag, the mossy green going dark when he watches your cheeks hollow.

“Thanks for listening Steve, I’m gonna go back in now.” She wipes her nose one more time, before giving you a polite head nod.

“Have Eddie make you something sweet, and tell him it’s on me.” The bouncer winks, giving her the boost of confidence she needs before opening the door you just came out of. Monifah’s Touch It adds to the tension between Steve and you when it leaks out of the bar as she disappears inside. The bass thumps against the brick, leaving the song just muffled enough to be background noise when it closes behind her.

The air is heavier, thicker with something you both know is there. Playing hard to get, you don’t meet his gaze, despite feeling it over every curve and dip of your body. Inhaling another hit of nicotine, you lift your head up to exhale the smoke into the dark sky, extending your neck for him to see before you finally give in and chance a glance in his direction.

He looks far too handsome, smiling wide when you meet his eyes, all his perfectly white teeth baring themselves at you in a way that makes your legs shake.

“Missed me already baby?” His feet hit the sidewalk, his man spread somehow bigger this way as he scoots closer to the edge of the stool. 

“You’re not very good at your job, are you?” You grin, successfully dodging the answer he already knows as your head hits the side of the building. Tilting your chin in his direction with your lip tucked between your teeth, you catch his narrowed glare.

“Nice try sweetheart, I used to watch Road House, religiously. I learned from the best. I’m just distracted,” the buttery smoothness of his voice returns, the last of his sentence coming out in a purr.

“Distracted?” You quirk a brow, not giving into him just yet.

“Yes, very much so and I regret to inform you that it’s all your fault too.” He sticks his bottom lip out at you in a pout, earning the giggle he’d been trying to get again since he first heard it, even if it's accompanied by your pretty eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“I’m on a date, Steve.” Even though you know it’s a weak comeback at this point, you still give it and he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Where? I don’t see him.”

Your cheeks heat up at his observation so you take another drag of your half smoked cigarette to try and hide the way he’s affecting you.

“I’m supposed to be quittin’, but you’re makin’ it look too good, pretty girl. Let me have a puff?” His question is an invitation, making the first move to call your bluff, to get you closer.

“Is that why you seem to have a cinnamon addiction?” you tease, not surprised when you kick off the wall accepting it with a smirk and an exaggerated sway of your hips.

He licks his lips while his eyes roam the length of your body unashamed, one large hand raking through his hair when you stop close enough to smell the topic of discussion on his breath. 

“Could be addicted to worse,” he murmurs, not sure where to look having you between his legs like this. 

“It’s a Newport, S‘that okay, Steve?” you ask him from underneath flirting lashes. His breath hitching before a sly smirk spreads across his pink lips.  

“More than okay baby.” He leans closer, fingers wrapping around the plush curve of your hip to anchor you in place.

Tipping up on your toes, your hand comes down on his thigh making the muscle flex against your palm, your touch sending shocks through the rough denim while the other holds the gloss stained end up to his mouth. 

Steve holds your stare when his lips wrap around where yours just were. His nails dig half crescent moons into your exposed skin as his cheeks hollow out. You can feel your heartbeat between your legs, your brows meeting in the middle when he tugs you even closer before tilting his head up. The thick expanse of his neck on full display as he blows out his drag, adam's apple bobbing in the light making the moles dance across his skin. 

“The strawberry really sets it off.” He grins as his hand dares to slide down the top curve of your ass, making it his new home when you make no moves to get away from him.

“Thanks, it’s my favorite gloss.” You shrug, pretending to unphased by his teasing, but the mess in your panties would give you away if he could see.

“Maybe I could get a better taste,” his words are bold, but his free hand is bolder. Soft fingertips play with the top hem of your skirt, daring to dip under the fabric every once and awhile and he swears he hears you whimper.

“You want more?” Your voice comes out small, dripping in honey just for him. You know what he really wants, but he’s not gonna get it yet.

“God, if you’ll let me honey.” There’s a light squeeze on the dough of your ass, and it makes you flutter around nothing.

You lean in slowly, your hand moving further up his thigh watching the way his chest starts to rise and fall from it. Stretching the cotton of his shirt with every breath. The fingers that had been exploring the top of your skirt start a path up to the bottom of your top. A low hum coming from under his breath when the sweetness of your body lotion hits his nose. 

His eyes shut when your faces get close enough that he feels like he can taste the strawberry that he wants so bad. He doesn’t notice when you pull back at the last second to replace your kiss with another puff until your cigarette shoves past his puckered lips. 

When he opens them, he’s met with your giggles, a sound he wants on a loop. He pretends to glare, still taking the hit you were offering him, exhaling it through his nose like an angry bull. He opens his mouth to chastise you but the beeping of his digital pet interrupts his intimidating moment again.

“Gotta get that?” Your lips twitch while you try to contain your laugh, flicking the cigarette onto the street.

“Listen, my best friend got it for me. I thought it was incredibly stupid, and I definitely told her it was too.” The hand on your waist leaves to dig his Tamagotchi out of his front pocket. “But now I’m attached to the little guy.” 

The key chain sized toy lights up in his hand, as he starts to feed it with a press of a button.

“Mine died yesterday,” you admit and the laugh you’d been fighting off echoes loudly when he looks up at you horrified. 

“What? Do you have it with you now?”he questions as the small happy tune plays signaling that his pet is fully satisfied. 

“She’s somewhere in my bag, don’t worry she was reborn this morning,” your words don’t reassure him considering they seem to need food every thirty minutes and you haven’t pulled it out once since he’s met you.

“Sounds like you want her to die again to me.” Steve’s very real concern about your Tamagotchi has you smirking.

“They die so easily, you’re telling me yours hasn’t died?” 

Your jaw drops when he shakes his head ‘no’, a smugness taking over his handsome features.

“Steve, that’s like really hard to do.” You don’t know whether you should be impressed or roast him but when his hand grips at your ass one more time you decide it’s the first.

“Better give her to me for the night baby, I’ll keep her nice and healthy for my favorite girl.” Stuffing his back into his pocket, he holds his palm open for you in a vow to keep your digital pet alive and an excuse to see you later.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you obey his wishes. Digging to the bottom of your bag till you find your purple one. The screen already going off, and the muffled beeping that signaled the need for it to be fed finally becomes loud enough to hear.

“See! I told you. On the cusp of death already.” 

You drop it in his hand, right as an older trucker comes barreling out of the bar reminding you where you’re at and that Devin is still waiting inside. Again.

“Fuck, I should go back in.” You sigh as your fingers play with the seam on the leg of his jeans.

“Go back in and tell that guy to get lost,” the bouncer almost whines, his grip on your hip tightening before he lets you go.

“Steve,” you huff but the smile on your face gives him hope.

“Just saying sweetheart, could be fun.” He shrugs, putting on an air of nonchalance while your Tamagotchi dangles from his thumb.

You both know who you really want to go home with tonight.

The bubble you and Steve are in pops as soon as you get back inside The sound of the distant cars on the freeway and Steve’s voice is replaced with Return of the Mack and the crowd that was at a simmer when you first got here is now at a full boil. 

You have to get rid of Devin.

He’s right where you left him, hunched over and twirling his beer bottle on top of the bar. You notice the three empty shot glasses before you see Eddie dropping off another one while giving you the kind of eyes that say ‘Come take care of your date’ as he walks away. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards him going over all the ways you can let him down easy while your nerves drown out the little bit of guilt you had for ditching him.

“Heeeey,” your voice is high pitched, awkwardness dripping from its tone when you finally return to your stool next to him.

Crickets.

You freeze - he’s ignoring you. How can you get rid of him if he’s ignoring you? Your eyes shift around the bar nervously, offering an awkward tight lipped smile when anyone meets your stare. You search for Eddie again, hoping to silently ask for help but his back is to you, clearly putting the moves on a girl at the other end.

“Devin.” 

You hope that saying his name will elicit the desired response but that dwindles quickly when he chugs the rest of his beer, continuing his charade and keeping his gaze forward before slamming the empty bottle down.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he grumbles, irritation laced in every word before he pushes off the stool still not meeting your eyes.

You wait till he’s out of earshot before you let out a groan, your long disappearance clearly pissed him off. Propping yourself up by your elbows on the sticky bar, you close your eyes, rubbing your temples while you try to think of the right way to go about this. Eddie’s knowing chuckle is the last thing you want to hear but that’s just how the night is going now.

“You pretty little scoundrel!” He slaps the spot in front of you forcing your eyes open, his smile only widening when you glare at him.

“He’s so pissed and now thanks to you,” gesturing towards the empty shot glasses Eddie gets rid of with quick hands, you avoid the real reason, “He’s gonna be trashed!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa sweetheart. I’m not the one who can’t keep their hands off Stevie boy. And on a date too? Tsk tsk tsk.” He crosses his arms with a shake of his head, “Now you broke poor Derek’s -“

“Devin.”

“Whatever - fish guy’s heart. Aren’t you in a little predicament hmm?” Eddie hums the last part, but you can see the excited glint in his eyes. He loves watching your escapades.

“Listen,” you can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your strawberry lips under his knowing gaze, “When you told me he was hot Eddie, you didn’t tell me he was that hot.”

Smirking, you enjoy watching the way his face contorts knowing that was a damn lie.

“Are you kidding?” He throws his hands in the air, giving you the reaction you were baiting him for, “It was the first thing I told you.”

You laugh loudly at his exasperation with your antics, almost forgetting about Devin entirely for the third time tonight. 

“Have fun figuring out this little love triangle you’ve created, I need to get to the rest of the paying customers so I can get back to that hottie at the end of the bar.” He points to the girl he was talking to earlier who’s sipping a drink she looks surprised to even like.

“I bet you aren’t charging her for anything are you?” You narrow your eyes playfully, cackling when he rolls his waving you off as he walks away.

Sliding off the stool, you tug up your tube top, ready to give it to Devin straight, more than eager to get back outside again. 

“I knew the guys in the office said you were easy, but I didn’t think you’d be spreading your legs for anything that walked on our date.” Devin’s voice comes as a surprise, but the tight grip on your arm pulling you to him is an even bigger one.  

Searing rage fills every part of your body at the fact that he put his hands on you, palms flat on his chest, you use all your strength to shove him away. Shock paints his features, not expecting you to fight back so aggressively. All the drinks he’s had make him stumble back, losing his footing almost falling into the couple next to him.

“Well I’m sure as shit not spreading them for you!” you spit, looking him up and down with disgust before putting a finger in his face, “And your shirt? It’s fucking ugly.”

You give him one last once over before shaking your head and walking away. Heading back towards the entrance, you notice Steve inside again. A hard glare is set on his face, nostrils flaring as he zeros in on Devin behind you who’s still trying to regain his balance. 

God, it’s the hottest he’s looked all night. 

Steve’s hazel eyes meet yours and they instantly soften when you can’t help but smile as he opens the door for you.

“Thanks Stevie,” using Eddie’s nickname, you run your hands across his chest when you walk by, just to add salt to Devin’s wound.

The flush that paints his cheeks tells you how much he likes it.

“When I told you to ditch your date, I didn’t mean to fist fight him, honey,” he teases, following you outside, letting the chipped red door shut behind you and muffling the sounds of the bar again. 

“He got mad about my little disappearance before I could let him down easy.” Turning around, you bite your bottom lip to try to hide your growing smile.

“Poor guy.” Steve grins before taking the two steps to close the gap, to crowd your space. Cinnamon fanning across your face, “Never stood a chance.”

It’s harder for you to breathe when he looks at you like he wants to kiss you, but before you can respond, the door flies open.A drunk Devin stumbling out with a glare breaking you two apart.

“Of course, of FUCKING course. Not even two seconds later? You really are a slut, huh?” Devin seethes, stumbling out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m really going to need you to watch your mouth champ. No need to call girls names. You’re a big boy.” Steve’s tone is condescending as he squares up, making sure you’re behind him.

“You think you’re so fucking cool,” Devin scoffs before hiccuping, “Careful with this one, she’s probably sucked your buddy’s dick inside too.” 

“Yeah, that’s enough, asshole. Go home, before I have to beat some respect into that ugly skull of yours.” Steve cracks his knuckles again, but it doesn’t have the same effect as before, Devin only raising his eyebrows at the bouncer.

“Respect? That’s funny. The whore behind you hasn’t heard of it.”  

Steve loses his cool and like a flash he’s on him. Pulling his fist back Steve moves just a little too slow and Devin clocks him right in the jaw. The sound of bone against bone echoes loudly into the night. Stumbling back, Steve cradles where an ugly bruise will start forming in the morning, rubbing it out. He cracks his neck before barreling towards Devin, taking him down to the ground like a football player.

In a flurry of fists and cuss words, Devin somehow gets Steve pinned. The alcohol and anger flowing through his system turns him into The Hulk. Your screams for them to stop fall on deaf ears while they continue to roll around on the ground. Panic sets in when you realize neither man is going to stop. Doing the only thing you know how to do in these situations, you get Eddie.

Frantic, you open the door, ignoring the fact that  Third Eye Blind is playing at the exact worst time, you scream Eddie’s name loud enough to silence the bar.

“Eddie! It’s bad. Steve needs you!” 

He looks up from a clearly flirtatious conversation with the girl from before, both of their eyes landing on you as you get your friends attention. He grumbles, grabbing her hands saying something to her that makes her nod bashfully before jumping over the bar top. Jogging out the front, he towers easily over the two men, neither one of you bothering to check the red heads I.D. that walks in after you.

“The first fucking night man!” Eddie yells at Steve, grabbing Devin by the back of his shirt pulling him off the bouncer with ease, but not before Steve gets one more cheap shot in.

He wrestles against Eddie’s grip for a second before finally giving up with a hiccup, hocking a loogie in Steve’s direction.

“You done?” The bartender's face is unamused, as he waits for Devin to nod. “I never wanna see you or your shitty ass style at my bar again. Beat it bozo before I give you a matching black eye to go with the one Steve gave you.”

Two against one is too much for Devin to take on, so he raises his hands up in surrender when Eddie lets him go. Rolling his tongue against his cheek he shoots you one last glare before turning on his heel. Flipping everyone off as he starts down the sidewalk. Steve returns the gesture, spitting at his retreating form.

“You good?” Eddie asks, extending his hand for his friend to take.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just hate that guy.” Steve mumbles, looking everywhere but at you while he straightens his shirt and dusts off his jeans with bloody knuckles.

“Your hand dude, I can’t have you bleeding all over people I.D’s. and I know Rick doesn’t have a first aid kit. At least I’ve never seen one.” Eddie rubs the back of his neck, stress coming in the form of knitted brows.

“I’ve got one,” you mumble, finally finding your voice and the bartender claps, wiping his hands clean of the situation.

“There, go play nurse with lover boy and get out of my hair tonight. I’m like this close,” he pinches two fingers together to show “to scoring and you both have been fucking it up every chance you can get. I swear to god.” 

Eddie waves you off as he makes his way back in, and you can feel the shift in energy between you and the bouncer you’ve been wanting all night.

Steve’s quiet the whole walk up the stairs to your apartment, fuming with anger and embarrassment, the confidence from before gone while the bruise on his jaw deepens and he cradles his bleeding knuckles.

“This is me,” you break the silence cringing, your voice amplified in the walls of the narrow hallway while you dig out your key.

“Thanks for this, angel,” his words come out in just above a whisper but at least it’s something.

The endearment has a smile creeping across your face and you finally dare to turn around to get a look at him after you hear the click of your lock. You press your back against your open door, it’s your turn to extend an invitation.

“Anytime Stevie.”

His face softens the minute he lays his eyes on you again, jealous of the way you bite your bottom lip sweetly, he wishes it was him. 

You let Steve into your world one heavy boot at a time, locking the door behind you. Watching the way his dimmed eyes brighten, curiosity winning over any leftover irritation. The ghost of a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips while he walks the small space of your studio taking everything in. The neon sign outside your window is the only light that illuminates it, shadows dancing off trinkets on shelves and pictures on walls, he was getting a glimpse of you. 

He stops in the middle of your room, right at the edge of your bed. The dark denim and leather that cover him are a stark contrast against your baby blue rug, but you think he looks like he belongs here. You watch the way he takes in your hastily made bed, licking his lips when he sees a pair of panties that didn’t quite make it in the laundry basket in the corner. The radio you’d forgotten to turn off plays a commercial, filling the space between you, and you aren’t prepared for when he puts his full attention back on you again after not having it for the past twenty minutes. Your body responds immediately to the playful glint in his eye.

“Cute place, for a cute girl.” He grins, running his good hand through his hair before he walks over to the window to take a look at your view.

“I bet you say that to all of em’,” you tease because it’s easier to do with his back to you. Making your way to the bathroom, nerves burst like butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re the only one baby.” 

His response is quick as he turns around, the flirting you’d grown accustomed to coming back like a raging storm. He watches your hips while you walk the short distance with a heavy stare that covers every part of you. Leaning against the door frame with your curves on full display, something shifts behind his eyes. Flipping the lightswitch, white beams break apart the pink, highlighting even more of you for him to drink in.

“Come on handsome, let’s get you patched up.”

His cheeks flush at the new nickname and it's his turn to bite his lip in a shy smile for you. 

It doesn’t take more than a few steps for his long legs, the wood creaking under his weight. Pressing your back to the frame, he stops in front of you with one foot over the threshold and the other still in your room. He takes up so much space. His biceps flex when he reaches for your hip, tugging you even closer, you can smell the menthol still lingering on his breath. On instinct your palm hits his chest, muscles dancing under heated skin as you tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. Squeezing at your softness before he speaks, he lets his middle finger dip under the top of your skirt.

“I really meant it when I said thank you back there. Just need you to know that.” His finger dares to dip lower, rubbing circles that make your back arch, hips pushing forward on a search for his. The curve of your stomach touches the cool metal of his belt buckle and the heat of his body sets fire between your thighs.

“I know you did,” your voice is sweet for him, the tone you know he likes while your hand moves down the dip between his pecs, “Thank you for sticking up for me.”

You can feel the coarse hair that starts at the top of his belly button where your hand stops, and you swear you feel him twitch in his pants. A second one of his fingers finds its way under your skirt and another subtle tug gets you even closer. So close that all you’d have to do is stand on your tiptoes for your lips to touch. 

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he breathes, spice and tobacco taking over. His adam’s apple bobs when he catches the way you start staring at his lips, the gloss on your own shimmering in the new light.

“Anything?” Quirking your brow with a smirk, your innuendo makes him moan and his hold on you tighten.

“Absolutely.” Ducking his head lower so his nose brushes against the bridge of yours, he dares you to make the first move.

“In that case…” Pressing your toes down to push yourself up, the playful glint in your eye goes unnoticed by him.

Your lips are a ghost, his top one barely brushing against your bottom, it's enough for him to taste the strawberry he wanted more of outside but not enough to satisfy. His eyes flutter closed waiting to feel their full plushness but your words bring him back to reality.

“Sit on the toilet for me.”

The specks of emerald shine again when his eyes snap open to see you flat on your feet with a grin. Groaning loudly with fake irritation, he lets go of you in exasperated defeat, letting his head fall back and hit the wood of the frame.

“What? We came up here for my first aid kit, didn't we?” You giggle after you say it, you don’t mean it.

“Sure, sure, yeah, yeah.” Nodding, he runs a hand through his hair while he looks around your bathroom. 

It smells like your coconut body wash and it drives him crazy. He takes an unexpected step forward, his hand finding its way back to your hip to push you against the wall. One heavy boot between your wedged sandals, getting just close enough to kiss you. Is he going to?

It's your eyes that flutter closed this time, your fingers wrapping themselves around his belt loops again. He’s tentative with his injured hand when he uses it to cradle your jaw. His palm is soft as it covers half your neck, his thumb pushing up against your chin to tilt your face up to his. He runs the tip of his nose along your cheek and you feel your knees start to get weak, a whimper begging to fall from your parted lips.

“If that’s the only thing we’re here to do then we should get to it then, huh?” 

Just as quick as he invades your space, he leaves it. The porcelain of your toilet seat cover clunks loudly when he drops himself on it. Spread out like on the stool outside, he takes over the room, leaving you to catch your breath with a smug grin.

It’s a staring contest with narrowed eyes after that, but the twitch of your lips tells him you aren’t actually mad. He snorts when you clear your throat to regain your composure, purposely ignoring the obvious when you bend over to open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the bright red zip up bag. 

“We need to wash your knuckles first, then I’ll put some ointment on them and wrap it up for you. We’ll keep it that way for the night and we can check on it in the morning.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them and he catches the slip up instantly.

“Oh? You need to keep me overnight for observations?” 

You bite your lip to try and hide your smile, grabbing a washcloth running it under hot water instead of looking at him. 

“You know what I meant, I’ll come check on it tomorrow when you get to work.” You don’t even believe your lie, and the toothy smile you catch from the corner of your eye tells you he doesn’t either.

“But nurse, I don’t know. I think I should stay, I got hit in the face too. Concussions you know? I really shouldn’t be alone tonight.” He lays it on thick, eating up the way he sees you loving it spreading across your face when you ring out the soapy rag.

You don’t try to hide it when you finally face him, or when you settle between his legs for the second time tonight. The new position has him eye level with your chest, easier access to his lips. You hold your palm out for him, your hand disappearing completely when he drapes his wounded one over it.

“Concussion, huh? Are you feeling light headed Steve?” You play along giving your best impression of a medical professional.

He hisses when you press the damp cloth to his knuckles, sucking in air between his teeth when you start to clean. The soothing circles the pad of your thumb rubs on the side of his hand is almost enough to distract him from it.

“Yeah, but that started before I got hit.” 

You finally dare to meet his gaze, a flattered smile spreading wide across your face that you try to play down with a roll of your eyes.

“Hmmm,” you hum to yourself, deciding not to give in just yet as you switch from the rag to the ointment, getting the bandaging and medical tape out.

“I mean, you’re the professional honey. You tell me.” You feel his good hand tug at the bottom of your skirt while you smear the neosporin on his knuckles with a q-tip, his long fingers flexing at the cooling effect.

“It started before you got hit?” You question with a fake pensive expression, gently taking his palm in your hand to start the wrapping process. 

“Yeah, you see, this girl hit me with a door earlier. Knocked me clean off my stool.” He makes the motion of him falling with a swipe of his hand, “ and I haven’t been the same since if I’m being completely honest.”

It takes everything inside you to not give him the satisfaction of a laugh, the way you met coming back to the forefront of your mind.

“Some would argue putting your stool in front of the door like that is kinda stupid, but that's just my professional opinion.” Your shrug earns a loud laugh from him and you relish in it, promising yourself you’ll get him to do it again.

“All done.” You let go of his hand and he already misses you holding it, but the proud look on your face is a good distraction while you admire your handy work.

He holds it up, and you still can’t get over just how big they are. Curling his fingers in before extending them, he only winces slightly from the pain. The pressure of the bandage already helping. He jumps slightly when the backs of your fingers smooth over the fresh bruise forming on his jaw, the stubble tickling your skin. His eyes watch yours as they rake over the damage, the softness of your touch almost enough to make his eyelids heavy when you stroke the sore spot again.

“What do you think, huh?” His question comes out quiet, the playful edge gone while both his hands find the back of your legs. Rough fingertips run up your calves, catching the bottom of your skirt as they go, “Are you gonna keep me baby?”

A shiver runs up your spine when he hits the back of your thighs and you feel yourself getting pulled closer. He drags his nose up the bare skin of your sternum while his hands grab doughy handfuls just below the curve of your ass. The sound of your moan when his fingers get high enough to just barely graze the soaked material between your weakening legs sends him into overdrive. Growling, he nips at the tops of one of your breasts.

“Come on, tell me, what’s it gonna be?” Despite trying to sound confident, there’s a desperation in the way he asks. He knows you want it but he needs you to say it.

It’s when his fingers slip under the lace trim of your panties that you finally give in with a gentle grab of his chin. His eyes are black when they meet yours, the ends of his nails digging into soft skin. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna keep you.” You give into an urge you’ve had since you laid eyes on him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you spread yourself open for his hands to wander.

He doesn’t hold back anymore and you’re reminded of just how tall he actually is when he stands up. His actions are quick and with purpose, the strength you knew was behind those muscles showing itself when he lifts you onto the edge of the sink with your skirt rucked up to your hips. He man handles you in a way no one ever has and you feel it light a fire in your gut. Impatient for his next move, you grab the collar of his shirt while his hands spread wide over the tops of your thighs, your lips finally getting to do what they’ve wanted all night.

It’s soft at first, both of you moving slow as you figure out what the other likes, careful not to hurt his jaw. One of his hands finds its way back to your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing the length of the bone while his tongue begs you to open up. He traces the top of your lip, shuddering at the taste of the strawberry and it makes him wonder if your skin tastes like the coconut he smells. 

You give him the access he wants, your tongues meeting in the middle, making the fire that had been begging to consume you pour out from your fingertips that bury themselves into the roots at the nape of his neck. You need more. The hard length that has been fighting against the denim of his jeans presses hard into where you want his attention, your legs wrap around him - silently begging him to do it again.

One arm snakes around your lower back, holding you flush against his chest, the grind of his hips giving you the friction that makes you keen. A moan and a breathless “fuck” is what breaks your lips apart when his zipper catches your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure. He uses his new found freedom to kiss down the length of your jaw, humming against your heated skin when you tilt your head to give him better access to all the sensitive places he can’t wait to discover. He sucks the soft spot behind your ear when you meet the next roll of his hips, your slides falling loudly off your feet to the tile floor.

“Steve,” his name comes out in a high pitch whine when he starts sucking a bruise in a place you know you’ll have to try and cover up for the next few days. He was marking you, and you could care less. You hold him there, encouraging more as his teeth graze your pulse point, a “baby” slipping past his lips when he finally pulls away.

He meets your eyes with flushed cheeks and messy hair and the kind of hunger that makes you melt.

“Let me take you to bed, let me take care of you,” he’s panting, his hold on you tightening so you can feel just how bad he needs this. A smirk spreads across his swollen lips when your hips shift in search for more, giving him the answer he needs along with the nod of your head.

Just as easy as he lifted you on the sink, he carries you to the bed, big hands cradling thick thighs before he lays you on your back. Your giggle fills the space in between heavy pants before TLC’s Creep starts playing over the speakers of the radio. His hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and you watch an expanse of new freckles and moles get revealed to you. You want to kiss them all. They dot the spots next to the dark hair over his belly button while the thick thatch of chest hair you’d only gotten a glimpse of glistens with beads of sweat in the glow of the Foxy Lounge light. 

His jeans hang low enough for you to get a glimpse of the veins protruding from the V shape that leads to the part of him that’s sure to make you forget your own name. His grin is cocky when he recognizes the expression on your face. Grabbing your ankle, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. The bottom of your foot resting on the soft hair of his chest while long fingers hold you in place. He keeps his eyes trained on yours while he starts to trail wet kisses down the inside of your leg. The stubble covering his jaw scratching along his path in the best way. He stops when he gets to the soft skin of your knee, nipping playfully, he smirks at the squeal it earns him before he drops your leg in favor of curling his fingers under the top of your skirt.

You lift your hips for him without him having to ask, and the flash of his teeth is almost enough to blind you. He’s slick with his movements, taking your panties too. You hear his breath catch in his throat when he sees the effects all his teasing has on you. His fingers grip at your thighs before pulling your sticky skin apart with a lick of his lips.

“Look at you baby, all this for me?” The last part of his question comes out in a groan when he swipes the pad of his thumb against your bundle of nerves, kicking up in his jeans when your legs shake in response. “So sensitive too. Let me make her feel good, yeah?” 

He swipes his thumb against your clit again making your eyes shut tight and your hips buck.

“I need to hear you say it.” He keeps rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure for you to forget how to speak, “Come on, be a good girl for me.”

His other hand pulls down your tube top, breasts spilling out in the blush light for his eyes to devour. He groans at the sight, his other hand coming up to cup the soft flesh feeling the way your nipples pebble against the warmth of his palm.

“Steeeeve, please.” 

You’re whining for him and it makes his brows pinch together, feeling drunk off you. 

“God angel, you’re fuckin’ beautiful you know that?” He emphasizes his question with his hands, giving your sides a squeeze while his eyes roam every dip and curve of your body. “Turn around for me? I wanna see all of you.”

The look on his face makes you decide that you’ll never deny him anything he asks, giving him a nod, you run your hands up his arms, nails dragging across the light hair before you push yourself up to get on all fours.

You feel completely exposed to him like this, all the secret places of your body on full display. He’s quiet for a minute and it’s almost enough for your nerves to get the best of you until you feel his palm find the apple of your ass. Fingers digging into doughy flesh, a groan loud enough to drown out the music erupts deep from his chest.

“Baby, baby, babyyy,” he emphasizes the last endearment with another handful before pulling your cheeks apart to get a better look at your dripping cunt, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

Your hips wiggle at his words, your walls fluttering around nothing while the cool air from the overhead fan hits your heat, sending goosebumps dancing across your supple flesh. A dark chuckle leaves him when he sees how much power his words have over you. His knees hit the side of the mattress, one hand hooking around your hip while the other runs down the dip of your spine giving you a light push when he hits your shoulder blades until you're bent over for him.

“She likes when I talk to her, huh?” his voice is low, mesmerized when you start dripping on the bed for him and he’s barely touched you, “She likes when I call her pretty doesn’t she?”

The moan that leaves your mouth is pathetic and he wishes he could record it. 

“Playing hard to get all night, but look at you.” His good hand comes down hard enough on your ass for the fat to jiggle and you to fist handfuls of your comforter because of it, “Making such a filthy mess and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

His grip is rough when he tugs your hips, the outline of his dick pressing into you, the denim scratching against your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. 

“Tell me how much you want my mouth baby, tell me how much you want me to make you cum.” He grinds against you again, only this time making sure to apply the kind of pressure that makes your back arch.

“Fuck - Steve, please I want it. I’ve wanted it all night. I’ve wanted it all night,” you're babbling as he circles his hips, fingers kneading your soft skin.

Satisfied with your answer he mumbles a “so good for me” as he pulls away he gives you another light slap to your ass - signaling for you to scoot up, your mattress dipping behind you when he gets on his knees. 

Big hands spread you apart, your forehead hits the comforter when you feel the heat of his breath against your slick folds. Your walls flutter, begging for his attention when his tongue runs a long stripe up your slit. He hums at the taste before he does it again, this time making sure to circle your clit before lapping up everything you were drenching him with like he was thirsty for it. 

“Oh my god,” you huff into your blankets, toes curling when he starts an assault against your bundle of nerves, the pointed tip of his nose pressing deeper into your entrance as he gets lost in the sounds he’s pulling from you.

His fingers stretch across the tiger stripes on your butt cheeks, pulling you even further apart to give him better access. The coil inside you already threatening to snap when he sucks hard on your clit. He lets it go with a loud pop, smirking to himself at the way he has your body shaking from overstimulation already.

“Taste so fuckin’ good. Strawberries, just like your lips.” He groans, inhaling your scent like a man starved, his good hand coming down on your cheek again only this time a little harder pulling out another broken moan from you.

“Can I taste all of you pretty girl?” 

There’s zero hesitation when you say ‘yes’, in fact it’s a little desperate. He could have whatever he wanted from you now. Not even sure what he means, your brain’s too fuzzy with lust to comprehend anything until you feel the tip of his tongue circle a place you’d never let anyone else go before.

“Holy shit - Steve.” The new sensation sends another wave arousal to your dripping core, a needy whine following it when he does it again.

“This okay?” He kisses the curve underneath the apple of your cheek, the softness of his voice comforting you while he checks in.

“God, it’s, it’s -“ He gives you another kitten lick and it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, “It’s more than okay - Jesus Christ.”

Too lost in the feeling of him testing the tightness of you with his tongue, you aren’t expecting his thick finger to start circling the entrance he’d been neglecting, the one you need him to fill the most. Your silk walls welcome the intrusion with ease, the stretch only stinging a little when he pushes to the last knuckle while his tongue starts getting a little more bold. Your back arches when he groans against you, curling his finger to hit the spot only you’d ever been able to find with ease. He adds a second digit when you start bucking against his face, the new addition almost makes you run away. He tsks at you from buried between your butt cheeks, one large hand locking you in place when he starts feeling you get close.

“Give it to me,” he demands, coming up for air. Fingertips relentless against the spot that has you squelching loudly.

His mouth returns to the sensitive part of you, tongue circling your tightness in a way that has you finally snapping. Your walls constrict, wrapping around his fingers while your vision goes white. Your body freezes, the orgasm overwhelming your muscles with a violent shake, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. You feel him grin against you, the movements of his fingers only slowing down but never stopping, milking every last drop you give him.

“So good, so pretty when you cum baby,” he mumbles praises, his lips kissing anywhere they can reach while your body comes down from its first high. 

You feel his weight leave the mattress, hear the metal of his belt buckle clinking followed by the low thump of his jeans hitting the floor. You find enough strength to look over your shoulder and it’s enough to make you whimper. Steve’s big. Dark hair at the base, it’s thick and curved, the pretty pink tip leaking just for you. The long vein that runs up the side pulses when he gives it a couple of tugs before his knees hit the mattress again. 

His hands spread over your hips pulling you closer before he starts trailing kisses up your back, the silver of his chain making you shiver as it runs up your spine till his lips stop right at your ear.

“You ready for me?” 

Your eyes meet his and they’re pitch black, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you know yours looks the same when you give him a nod but you know that’s not going to be enough for him.

“Come on, you know what I need,” his tone is mocking as he grabs his cock at the base, swiping his head through your folds, smirking at the way you try to suck him in, your body greedy for him.

“Please, please, please, please.” 

All your self respect goes out the window when he pushes the tip in and you can’t stop repeating yourself. The stretch is already bigger than his two fingers and he wasn’t even half way in yet and for a brief moment you wonder if he’ll even fit. 

“Fuck - baby.”

He moans as he pushes further, sheathing himself half way and he feels the way it makes your legs shake. His hand sneaks around your waist to find your clit, slippery fingers rubbing circles to get you to open up more as he rolls his hips one more time bottoming out. He groans so loud you’re sure anyone who might be smoking outside of the bar can hear him. 

“Holy shiiiit, I’ve never had pussy like this.” He stills, adjusting to how tight you feel, and it’s his turn to babble as you constrict around him making him twitch -  dangerously close to cumming already.

“You feel so good Stevie,” you whine as you push back against him, taking his length even deeper, feeling every curve and ridge of him against your walls.

He pulls out half way before slamming back in and it makes him curse under his breath before he does it again, only harder.

“God, fuck- this is all mine now, yeah?” he mutters, an angry edge to his words when he thinks about Devin getting to do this. 

“Mmhmm,” your answer is automatic, no thoughts behind your eyes while his cock fills you in the way you fantasize about when you touch yourself. 

“That’s right baby, it’s mine. You’re mine.” 

His thrusts get aggressive as he gets closer to his release, your slick making it easy for him to slide almost completely out before pushing back in. The rough hair covering his pelvis rubbing your clit at the same time his tip reaches the same spot his fingers pulled your first orgasm from. 

“Shit, Steve, right there.”  Your jaw goes slack, eyes closing tight when he hits it again, your words spurring him on while he tries to re-grip his hold on your sweat-kissed skin.

“Yeah? you want more?” He makes sure to put all his attention where you want, slowing his hips just enough to hit it even harder. “I’ll give you more.”

Steve tilts his head to the side watching how you wrap around him, and the way he barely has to push back in, your greedy walls doing almost all the work when he finds the perfect pace that has you twisting the sheets.

He huffs out a cocky laugh and it makes you tighten in response, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.”Yeah, I know baby. I know. You gonna cum again for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to get out with a nod but it’s not enough for him, he needs you loud enough for Devin to hear from across town.

The sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out the music, keeping his stamina up despite the twitch of his cock, he bends over, somehow getting deeper, the cool metal of his chain dragging across your back while one hand snakes under your waist. His fingers are unrelenting when they find their way to your puffy clit again, applying just enough pressure to get your legs to shake for him.

“I’m gonna ask again, are you gonna cum for me?” He keeps his voice even, but he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, especially not when your cheek hits the mattress and you meet his eyes looking like that.

“Yeah, god, yeah Steveee! Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but it makes Steve’s resolve break. 

The moan he lets out is loud enough to echo off your wall, warmth flooding your insides as he cums hard enough to collapse against your back. It’s enough to send you over the edge for the second time. Your walls fluttering enough to make his nails dig crescent moons into your hips with a low “fuck” escaping him as you milk him for more with the sweetest chant of his name he’s ever heard.

“That’s it baby.” He coos lips placing sloppy kisses along the your shoulder blades when you collapse against the mattress, your bodies tangled in a way you don’t have the energy to leave quite yet.

The radio cuts out leaving just the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath, you can faintly hear ‘Pony’ playing from the bar below but the sound of a car driving past quickly snuffs it out. You feel his nose nudge against your ear, a slow lazy smile creeping across your face when his lips brush your temple.

“I don’t think you have a concussion, but you better stay the night just in case.”

His laugh vibrates against your back, a toothy grin pressed to your skin.

“It’s always better to be safe than sorry,” he agrees. The response you somehow managed to conjure up gets lost on your tongue when both your long forgotten Tamagotchi’s go off in his abandoned pants in a matching tune you’d never heard before.

“Our babies need daddy, honey,” he groans, slowly lifting himself up on his elbows.

You roll your eyes with a snort as he trails kisses down your back only wincing slightly when he pulls himself out. Folding your arms under your head, you still can’t bring yourself to move, but the view of him naked and still semi hard while he holds the two digital pets in his hand with a confused expression isn’t one you really can turn away from.

“What?” Your curiosity is piqued when his eyes grow big.

“No fuckin’ way,” he mumbles more to himself than you, “I didn’t even know they could do this.”

“What??” The irritation is clear in your voice, the feeling of being left out turning you into a brat.

“Umm, I think they had babies… yep. Marty definitely got her pregnant.” The smile on his face gives away just how excited he actually is and you hate to admit that it’s contagious.

“Well we’re gonna have to figure out a child support plan I’m afraid. Daisy’s a free woman Steve.” The serious delivery makes him do a double take before he narrows his eyes.

“Child support? No, we're raising these kids together. So I’m gonna need you to care a little bit about keeping her alive. It's not just you here honey.” He tosses you the toy before jumping back on the bed pulling your body into his chest with ease, “I’m afraid you’re never getting rid of me.”

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#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #eddie munson

[pooppantsginger]

Hello!!! first tumblr post!!! Here is the start to a bimbo reader x cocky Doug Remer fic that i might continue if it’s wanted :)

Words: honestly idk i didn’t check

Authors note: This is inspired by some Bimbo!reader x doug Remer head cannons i read on here, so thanks to the author of that for the inspo!!

Sitting on the plush lawn, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you were doing there. Legs crossed, arms back, you were practically on display for any drunk guy that needed something to ogle at. Gross. But it wasn’t like that wasn’t the whole point. The whole reason you had gone to this weird driveway party was because you were bored and needed a pickup. Didn’t matter who it was really, i mean, of course you had some standards, but you didn’t really have your eyes on anyone in particular. That was until you saw him. That asshole with the stupid hair. The guy you would later learn was none other than Doug Remer, driveway extraordinaire. Or whatever the fuck that meant. (He definitely made up that title for himself and told people to start spreading it around. You could just tell.)

You watched him make shot after shot, sitting up and crossing your arms to get a better look. His grown out hair and shitty glasses were almost, in a way, charming. He must’ve noticed you staring a hole into the back of his head (more like ass, but who’s counting), because before taking his next shot he turned around to look at you. He eyed you up and down for a moment before winking and mouthing “This one’s for you.” Cocky, but confident, and attractive to a degree. Unfortunately, he must’ve been distracted, because he totally fucking missed the shot. More ironically, it was the only shot he had missed the entire night so far. You tried to contain your laughter, but to no avail. Clenching your stomach as you laughed, you realized you were getting some looks, but you didn’t care that much about what anyone else might’ve thought. Except for Doug, of course, but it was just too funny to ignore. You took a moment to regain your composure before looking back up, getting a good look at his face. You could tell he was embarrassed and trying to play it off, making sure he still looked tough. But you could see right through his little act.

After the game, there was still a smile on your face to remind you of what happened. As the crowd around the house started to dissipate, you looked around for a moment to find the guy who had caught your attention earlier. He wasn’t that hard to find. His curly hair and cocky demeanor were pretty easy to spot. You noticed he didn’t seem embarrassed anymore, but he looked excited. Like he had just received some good news. You hoped that would change when you walked over to him.

“Hey.” You said simply, a sweet tone in your voice. You crossed your arms and looked him up and down. You noticed he was a little nervous again. Probably trying not to stare. It wasn’t good to be egotistical, at least that’s what everyone else told you, but you just seemed to have that effect on men and women alike. “Oh. Uh. Hi.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. He was definitely nervous. Good.

“You sure know how to romance a lady, huh? That shot was impressive.” You said teasingly. His eyes widened, almost like he wasn’t expecting you to bring that up so quickly. He just wasn’t prepared, was he?

“Oh, yeah, about that,” He started, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Trust me, im better than that. That was just a slip up. If you come next time, you’ll see.” A smirk worked its way across his face. Suddenly, his ego was back and better than ever. “Sure. We’ll see if there’s a next time. Now, give me your number already.” You pulled out your phone, (flip phone, of course. It’s the 90’s or whateva.) opening it up and handing it to him. As he put his number in your phone, you told him your name and what days you were free. He handed your phone back, seemingly a little surprised you were so straight to the point. Normally that was his job. But he didn’t think that was something to complain about, not yet at least.

“Perfect.” You said with a flirty smile, putting your phone back in your pocket. “This your house?” You asked, pointing to the house that was up the driveway you were standing on. “Yeah, pretty sweet, huh?” He said, almost like he was trying to convince you it was something worth complimenting.

“Remer! Stop talking to that broad and get your ass in here, dude!” Suddenly a voice spoke from inside the house. The man in front of you groaned, rolling his eyes. “Sorry. That’s my jackass roommate. Oh yeah, you can just call me Remer by the way. My names Doug, but Remer’s just what everyone calls me.” He said before he slowly started walking backwards, keeping eye contact. “Well, i gotta go, message me, ‘kay?” You smiled, waving at him in response. “Sounds good.”

“See you at our next game?” He shouted as you both walked in different directions. You looked behind you to answer, still walking. “Don’t count on it!” You said teasingly. Honestly, he probably could count on it. Maybe he was worth the energy.

#BASEketball #Doug Remer #Joe Cooper #Matt Stone #Trey Parker

[is-this-a-sideblog]

I just love the fact that people are determined not to enjoy anything ever.

Picture this: for YEARS, people have been excited for the new X-Men animated series. We know it will be a continuation/based off of the animated series from the 90's (alas, I was born in 2004 but I recently binge watched it and it's amazing).

Finally after much delay and uncertainty, we get a trailer about a day ago. And it looks AMAZING.

The animation and colors look awesome and the story looks sooo promising.

But what's this? A middle aged manx sitting in front of a shelf full of collectibles, has begun to feel a disturbance in the force. He decides he must turn on his camera and complain.

Why?

One of the writers has stated that he drew inspiration from his life as a gay black man. The horror...

...even though the original x men and mutants were created as an allagory for the 1960's civil rights movement going on at the time. Mutants fighting for equal rights and acceptance in society. You know, all that jazz.

Oh also the original three X-Men movies took place during the gay rights movements in the early 2000's and took heavy inspiration from that time.

So I guess what really just annoys me is that the people complaining about the series going "woke" (which using that word invalidates any arguement anyway) can't just quietly decide not to watch the show. They have to shout it from the rooftops. I know negative stories sell more than positive ones, but for the love of all that is holy... just shut up.

#xmen #x men animated series #x men 97 #marvel #it really grinds my gears let me tell you

[demonichikikomori]

I Ain't Too Proud To Beg!

Ruggie Bucchi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4k+ Ao3 Word Count: 31k+

Art by llo_91s on Twitter!

Yohohohai!! I am here with more Ruggie Bucchi Propaganda!! This is the next part of my Ao3 series and this was inspired by a 90's song!! Women aren't often known to pursue sex like men when depicted in a lot of media. But... Reader gets just as horny as the average Tumblr and Ao3 enjoyer!! And now I shall convert you all into seeing the light that is: ☆Service Top Ruggie Bucchi☆ This is just the sfw post of course and the smutty goodness is on Ao3!! Also I want to thank my Moot and now close friend Scar for proof-reading on my behalf!! What a doll!! ↜(╰ >ω<)╯ψ <3 <3 <3

SUMMARY:

It was only a day later. You wished to get closer with Ruggie, but you continued to fall short on words. As you saw your chances start to slip further and further away, you decided to take a new approach with a presented opportunity. With a blushed face and hands tightly gripping his shirt... Ruggie got to see a much bolder side of you as you requested a walk out into the hall of Savanaclaw with him.

Tags: One-Sided... Or is it?

Your relationship with Ruggie has changed. At least, you felt like it had changed. 

When you woke up, you were gifted with a small tray of pills and a glass of water on your nightstand. The hyena was gone. The pale sun filled the corners of your room as you sat up in bed, the blanket was slipping off of your naked body. You could see the dust floating through the air as you scrubbed the sleep from your eyes and let out a soft yawn. You looked over the small foil tray and quickly popped them out and into your palm. You took them with a sense of urgency as your brain began to catch up with your body. You had a feeling you knew what they were left there for. No need to think too hard about the medicine’s details.

As you finished the glass of water, you noticed a piece of paper on your nightstand. You set the glass aside to pick up the hastily created note. There was a drawing of you both on the front made in black pen. He was holding your hand in his, his tail appeared to be wagging and you had leaned over to kiss his cheek with your eyes closed. You flipped the paper around and scanned over the swirls of his r’s and the curves of his b’s. He was telling you that he was sorry he left so early and there was something in the oven for you to eat. Once you had your ‘medicine’ first. 

He signed his name at the bottom; your thumb instinctively went to roll over the black ink etched into the paper. You could picture him in your mind, tail swishing from side to side as he worked in the silence of the morning. Only the birds chirping and crickets strumming joined him as he prepared his trip out of Ramshackle. Your heart pitter-pattered around your rib cage knowing he had done so much while you were sleeping. You almost felt guilty for not waking up sooner. You wanted to talk with him before he left. You wanted him to tell you good morning. 

You wanted a kiss from Ruggie Bucchi.

You sighed as you slipped out of bed to get dressed for school. You had already missed a few classes but the least you could do was still show your face on campus. Once you laced up your shoes, you pulled open your door in search of Grim. You peeled into each of the usually vacant rooms in hopes of spotting the little gray monster. Once he was found, you walked into the room to shake him from side to side. With a soft yawn and blue eyes prying themselves open, the beast told you how sleeping in a separate bed was indeed lonely… But the rest he got was amazing! “Do you want to start sleeping in your own room from now on?” You suggested with a slight tilt of your head. You didn’t mind sharing a room with Grim, but you were a girl and he was… A pet cat? Of course Grim didn’t think seeing you in your underwear was a big deal when he came flying into the room. Even when he tried jumping into the bath with you to play in the soapy water it meant nothing to him. But it was the fact that you didn’t have any privacy in the dorm you were in charge of. And if Ruggie were to come back for a ‘next time’ like he claimed, you would definitely need that space to yourself. “Hmmm…” He trailed off with a hum and looked down at his paws. “I want to try it, just for a week! But of course, I still demand to have access to our bed! In case you get scared!” He agreed to the deal of sleeping in a separate room for your sake. A smile curled onto your face as you scooped Grim into your arms, feeling his little paws clinging to your blazer as he smiled with you. “If you ever have any bad dreams my door is always unlocked for you.” You offered sweetly and he started to grumble. “That’s my line!” His pitchforked tail squished as you walked down the old creaky steps, he lifted his head to sniff at the air and widened his eyes with surprise. “How long were you up before coming to get me? It smells really good! Did you make pancakes?” He asked excitedly as you entered the kitchen. Right, Ruggie said he left you something in the oven. You pulled open the oven door and your eyes widened as you carefully pulled out the large plate. A small stack of fluffy pancakes were drizzled in syrup with two strawberries on top, sliced into the shape of hearts with a pat of butter between them. Grim was drooling against your arm as he tried to break free to reach the plate of pancakes. Your face started to burn as you placed the food on the counter, grabbing a fork with Grim. There’s no way he still sees you as just a friend.

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You sat beside Ruggie as you always did during your History of Magic class. His elbow gently nudged against yours just as it did yesterday afternoon. You could smell the scent of fresh grass and cucumbers creeping into your senses, easing you into a state of tranquility with each passing inhale and exhale. You loved sitting next to Ruggie. Your eyes glanced over the paper to see he had drawn another simplified version of himself with a little note underneath his smiling expression. 

Thank you for the money. I just sent it out to my Grammy today. Did you see everything I left for you? Sorry for leaving so early, I had to get Leona up.

You smiled and reached your hand over to draw a small heart beside a simplified version of your own face. Your pencil tapped the page before you began to write back to him. 

I hope she feels better. Thank you for everything. It made me happy. The pancakes were super soft. But now Grim is asking me to make them again. Sorry for stealing the credit!

You assumed he used what he found in the Ramshackle dorm, but you didn’t mind. You only wished that he would have waited a little longer for you to wake up. Your heart yearned to see his sleeping face now that you knew he had seen yours. And of course, so much more. Your face began to burn as your shoulder pressed against his and your eyes flicked up, he was looking at you now. Big and round bluish gray eyes, they had fallen half-lidded with each patient blink. You wanted to ask him about the current state of your so-called ‘friendship’. 

You wanted to know what you really were to him. Does he really see you as just a friend? That moment you shared in the bath said otherwise. Him leaving you a note said otherwise. The glass of water and pills said otherwise. The fact that he even bothered to put in the effort to make you breakfast said otherwise. Before your hand could scribble across the notebook page Ruggie had broken his gaze to beat you to it. 

You feeling okay? You got close and started staring. Is something on my face? Do you want the recipe I used for the pancakes?

His question made you feel silly. Hyena’s don’t exactly mate for life like other animals might. He can ‘like’ you and still have sex with you. He never said anything about love. Ruggie was allowed to do whatever and whoever he pleased.

The soft thrum of your pulse was echoing in your ears. You began writing, feeling your shoulders begin to droop as you tapped your pencil against the page.

I just thought you smelled good today. Your hair. I wanted to get closer to figure out the scent.

You always thought he smelled good, so it wasn’t entirely a lie. Even when he’s running around to do everything for the sake of earning some money, for his Grammy, for keeping his place in Night Raven College. You always noticed how good he smelled and how well put together he was. He snickered to himself with a small flick from his ears and you gently elbowed his side as he wrote.

I just used the same soap as yesterday. You’re just officially paying attention to me now. Was the sex really that great? We’ll have to set up our next ‘meat’ and greet soon. &lt;3

You hid your embarrassed frown behind your sleeve as you eyed the winking face he had drawn. Three little freckles under each eye and a wide fanged smile. You just told him to be quiet as you began writing again back and forth, just like yesterday afternoon. Ignoring the question on how well he did or the mention of having him come back over, you talked about your favorite soaps and their scents. Ruggie even mentioned how he was picky with a certain brand of shampoo he liked. You talked about how you felt about Grim, how Ruggie felt about Leona and how you both agreed to ship them off in a box somewhere else. Just for a week or two so you had a moment to relax. You talked about how hungry you were and so was he. You talked about agreeing to go off campus after class to grab something. 

But you never talked with him about how you felt.

You didn’t have the courage to. Not yet at least.

As the bell chimed, you left class side by side as Ruggie stretched his arms over his head with a fanged smile. “There’s a shop I found that makes these really, really good smoothies. I go there sometimes for Leona.” He suggested as he bumped his hip into yours. Your posture was stiff and you looked like you were scowling now as you walked slowly after the hyena, and this bothered Ruggie. “Hey, what’s the face for?” He asked, sounding concerned as you straightened out. Your face had began to redden and you shook your head in response. “Oh! It’s just, Grim wants to start sleeping in his own room for a while. I’m a little worried about him.” You explained, not completely lying, but not completely telling the truth either. Ruggie seemed to hum in response to signal a sense of understanding. “Grim is his own monster, he has his reasons. Besides, everyone needs their own room. At least, they should.” Ruggie wiggled his ears and used his hand to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He seemed to be closing in on you as your gazes locked. “If you feel like something is wrong, then just say it.” You felt your stomach twist into a tight pretzel. He eyed you with a serious expression as your mouth fell dry. Did Ruggie know? He definitely knows. That serious expression didn’t last long as he studied your terrified expression. He let out a soft snicker and his smile re-appeared as he grabbed your wrist, gently tugging on your arm. “Stop frownin’!” He cheered and began pulling you towards the main entrance of the school. His hand slipped from your wrist and tightly wrapped around yours. Your fingers were laced with his, and your heart began to pound in your skull. “Let’s cut the stressful thinkin’. Seeing you look all sad and hurt is kinda hurting me too.” He admitted softly as he pushed open the door, leading you out to the sunny stone path towards the main gate. You felt like crying. “Let’s hurry, I wanna try the pineapple flavor today!” Does he really know how you feel? “Oh, the strawberry flavor is pretty good. Try that one when we get there!” Why is he acting like this? Is it all in your head? He suggested and you felt your stomach churn. “I’ll pay for it today, but next time you gotta spot us.”

Next time. You were starting to hate him for saying that.

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Every day for a week the two of you went off campus for lunch.

And every day was something new.

And everyday, Ruggie paid for it with his own money.

When you went to get your smoothies, you had also gotten shawarma. Ruggie held an orange colored drink while yours was a baby pink. The strawberry flavor was as good as he claimed it would be. You could see the onlookers staring at you with smiles or pinked cheeks. They whispered about how cute it was that you were on a date during school. How they wished to be in your shoes to experience such a thing. You felt sheepish as you drew closer to the beastman. 

His cheeks had been dusted with pink from the whispers as well. 

The next day Ruggie had taken you to get kebabs and slushies after class. As you walked and ate, a student from a neighboring school bumped into you, causing you to spill the colorful syrup and frozen ice on your blazer, white button up shirt, vest, and the skirt of your uniform. Ruggie was agitated by the clumsiness of the other student as he took the cup away from your sticky hands and with a scowl. But he wasn’t angry at you. As the student profusely apologized, Ruggie had stripped you of your sticky blazer with his much larger one to wrap around you for the time being. Apparently the student that had bumped into you was from Royal Sword Academy. And that only made things escalate. The student, now shaking in fear from Ruggie’s bared teeth and hand gripping tightly to his collar, was being shaken down for compensation. You had never seen the beastman furious enough to show his teeth this way, nor has Ruggie ever raised his voice at anyone. The student was sobbing as you came to the rescue, telling the hyena that enough was enough. You gasped as you tugged at his arm, which was now reeled back as he threatened to hit the student. Accidents happen and a stained shirt isn’t that big of a deal. You didn’t want Ruggie to be upset if you weren’t. “Keep your thug of a boyfriend on a leash next time!” The student snapped the moment he was freed and turned to run back towards his campus. Your colorful and sticky hands had to grab onto Ruggie’s white sleeves to keep him from chasing the student, your face buried itself against his shoulder as you begged him to just let it go. You heard Ruggie make a bizarre sound this time. A raspy giggle that made you feel uneasy. You had heard Hyena’s will ‘laugh’ when they’re angry or anxious. It must be the same for a beastman to carry those traits. You yanked him back to Ramshackle so you could change, gently scolding him to not take things too far next time. As you undressed in your room to put on a fresh uniform, a small voice whispered that you should drag Ruggie inside and speak with him about your feelings. He was just on the other side of the door. But you refused. After what happened, it felt like the worst time to pour your heart out. As you changed and washed your hands, you walked with Ruggie towards the door of your dorm. You had returned his blazer and he slipped it back on in silence. Your smaller hand was then wrapped in the beastman’s as you whispered a ‘thank you’ so quiet you were anxious he didn’t hear you. 

“You’re welcome.” Was his response as you quietly returned to the school. 

The next day was fancy sweet bread and coffee. Ruggie was leading you to the small shop with a smile and a swish of his tail with you in tow close behind. He told you how he wasn’t too big on coffee until he started coming here. Tasting how well it went with the honey glazed bread, he had no choice but to pair them on each trip. He was constantly on the move and needed the extra energy when he was at his lowest. The moment you entered, it had been made apparent that Ruggie came often. The owner greeted you both with a large smile and mentioned the wallet that the beastman was using looked different today. As you quietly looked over the rainbow colored rolls of bread, you listened to the conversation as the owner jokingly asked Ruggie if it was stolen. You didn’t think it was very funny. Ruggie only rolled his eyes and explained that the one he had before belonged to a friend. He was usually shopping for said friend since they were too lazy to do it themself. This was the day you realized these past few trips weren’t spent with Leona’s money, but Ruggie’s. You felt honored that he would spend the money he worked hard to earn on you. Someone who was supposed to just be his friend. Your chest ached as you ordered with Ruggie, picking the same honey glazed bread he had mentioned before to go with your very sweet looking coffee. The owner mentioned how pretty you were while the both of you waited. You could feel the tips of your ears growing hot as you mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ but the flustered feeling the compliment had left you with ended up being doused as the owner continued to speak. “Ahhh, I’m honestly surprised you’re hanging around someone like Ruggie. A little worried actually.” He let out a hearty laugh and again, you didn’t find any of it funny. The comment bothered you a lot. “Thank you, but Ruggie is actually very hardworking! I’m not sure what you’re trying to say. I shouldn’t spend time with my friend? What do you know about Ruggie that I already don’t know?” A grimace spread across your face and you were given a swift apology and so was Ruggie. The owner had only meant to tease you both since you were an odd pair when standing beside each other. The owner saw you as the embodiment of purity and Ruggie looks like the type to steal your lunch money, not fund it. As you were handed the fru-fru drink you felt your heartache as the bitter coffee glazed your tongue. Once you both left the shop you told Ruggie you didn’t want to go back. 

Even though their honey glazed bread and coffee was amazing.

On the final day of the school week, he had taken you to get a burger the size of your face and a soda as big as your forearm. It was overwhelming. Just as these friendly outings with Ruggie were starting to become. You couldn’t take it anymore. Each kind gesture to go out left you with a pit in your stomach. Knowing that Ruggie was just doing this as a friend thing made your chest feel as if it was caving in. You didn’t want Ruggie to be your friend anymore. You wanted to be more than that. Ruggie watched you in the corner of his eye as he ate and scrolled through his phone, watching you poke at your basket of fries. “Not feelin’ hungry?” He asked as his ears began to fold flat against his head. You slumped in your plastic seat and slowly pushed the food away. “I’ll probably share it with Grim later.” All the thoughts stuffed in your head hardly left room in your body for anything else. Ruggie snickered softly as he went to grab you a to-go box. No wasting food allowed! He packaged it up for you and your chest only hurt more. As you made your way back to campus with a small plastic bag holding a styrofoam box, your movements grew sluggish. You didn’t want to go back to class. You wanted to talk with Ruggie, even if your knees felt weak and your palms were layered in sweat. “Ahhh, the weekend starts tomorrow.” Ruggie sighed, almost in a playful way as he walked ahead of you. His tail swished from side to side as he led you past the apple trees in the courtyard of the NRC campus. “I think Leona is going home for the next two days. Apparently it’s Cheka’s birthday, I was hoping that he’d let me tag along. But, someone needs to babysit Savanaclaw.” Ruggie purred as he turned to face you. His round eyes blinked expectantly as you felt your chest start to grow warm. This was a potential opportunity. “So, will you be busy?” You asked with a light kick of your foot as you tighten your grip on the plastic bag. You would have more time to talk with Ruggie if Leona wasn’t calling for him and keeping him busy. Ruggie only shrugged in response as a sly grin painted its way onto his face. “I’m not exactly sure yet. Savanaclaw is pretty self-sufficient. As long as no one does anything dumb, we’ll be okay if Leona has to leave for two days.” The truth was that Ruggie was in no way the official Vice Housewarden. Yet it was unspoken that if Leona wasn’t around, the members would be heading to the hyena for help instead. Same with the other Vice Housewardens. 

“Can…” You trailed off, feeling the string of words knot in your throat. Can I stay the night? is what you wanted to say. Ruggie was watching you with eyes filled with curiosity from what you might be suggesting. Maybe even excitement. “Can… Can you lend me your notes for Astrology this weekend?” You asked and he perked up with a surprised expression, his smile fell off of his face as he gave his head a small shake from the shock of your request. “Ah, sure! I left my book in class, but, yeah I’ll lend it to you.” His expression relaxed as he crossed his arms behind his head with a frown appearing. “I was expecting you to say something else,” Again, there was that playful sigh and his eyes rolled away from you as a smile began to form. “that’s just too bad ain’t it?” He asked as he pivoted so his back faced you again. You felt your stomach twist into another tight pretzel and it dawned on you: maybe you should’ve said what you wanted to say. Maybe that’s what Ruggie wanted from you all this week. He had given you so many opportunities to talk with him. All of these outings… You spent them self-loathing over the hyena appearing to have no romantic interest in you even though he spent the time you had together one-on-one. As Ruggie walked ahead of you, your legs broke into a sprint after him. You gripped the sleeve of his blazer in your empty hand. “Ruggie!” You shouted his name, almost dropping the plastic bag on the ground as your eyes’ widened in surprise with yourself. 

Ruggie twisted around and raised the arm you were holding onto, he had a perfect view of your face. You were locked in a staring contest as your lips parted. “I… I don’t want your notes actually.” You swallowed, feeling your heart begin to pick up so much speed it became uncomfortable as it slammed into your ribs. You had to keep talking to him. You can’t mess this up again. “Ruggie…” You whispered his name as your face began to bloom with the bright red color of blood beneath your skin. 

“Can I stay over this weekend? If you aren’t busy?” You asked and swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. Ruggie blinked once, twice, and finally, his round blueish gray eyes fell half lidded. They scanned over your bashful face. He lowered his arm as your fingers kept themselves tight around the fabric. Ruggie’s ears flicked as he leaned in with a soft snicker. He was so close you could feel his breath tickling your lips as his nose bumped into yours. It was as if he was going to kiss you. “I was hopin’ you would ask me that. I’ll clean up my room. Of course, if I’m not busy.” He snickered again as you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders as a smile crept onto your face. “So, can I see you tomorrow night?” You asked, sounding hopeful as you released his blazer from your iron grip. Your fingers were sore from how tightly you had been holding the fabric. Your gazes locked as Ruggie pressed his forehead against yours. You wanted him to kiss you.

“Sure, but don’t you mean tonight?”

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#ruggie bucchi #ruggie x y/n #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie x mc #ruggie x yuu #ruggie bucchi propaganda #twst ruggie

[insomniaink95]

So, X-Men '97 is good?

I'm not one to recommend disney or marvel studios stuff. It's well documented that the place is where art goes to be emulsified and reduced to a uniform grey slurry. That said, I don't know what to tell you… I guess a bunch of mischievous writers and production staff managed to sneak one by while Iger and Feige's backs were turned? 5 of the 10 episodes have been released so far and 3 of them are what I'd describe as above average, while the other 2 are, honestly, my favorite X-Men related media since the mid 90's. And potentially my favorite X-Men related media ever. It's just too fresh in my mind to be able to know for sure on that last one.

Some reviewers have wrongly stated that this is just the next season of the original animated series which, while it continues the original series' story, couldn't be further from the truth. The story of the old animated series was an attempt to sand the more mature corners off of source material from the comics to make it palatable for a younger audience while still giving it a similar degree of depth. X-Men '97, from what I can tell, makes no effort to sand any corners off. It's a TV-PG series but its intended audience is clearly the fans of the original who are now grown.

If you're a fan of the X-Men, whether that be in general or just the old animated series, I have to recommend checking this out. And if you're a fan of animated stories with a surprising amount of gravity, you should also give it a look. If you aren't impressed by the first episode, at least wait until the end of the second before jumping ship.

As far as specifics about what aspects were done particularly well… it's honestly kind of hard to grade? I will say that the biggest improvement from the original series is the score and sound design. The action scenes are also some of the best I've ever seen, and the VA's, new and old alike, are hitting it out of the park. Some exceptionally raw lines delivered impeccably.

This is the first series I've really enjoyed since we entered the cancel-crazy streaming years so now I have to worry about the 2nd or 3rd seasons getting the axe suddenly for a tax write off… (yes, they've already ordered 2 more seasons).

#Inky Bytes #X-Men #X-men '97 #Marvel #Disney #Mutants #also yes. in episode 5 I did see “HIM” in the sky during that one scene transition