#my thots on him: chair make it electric

[coconutcordiale]

Congrats on the 500 followers, m’dear!!!

For the drabble request bingo, am I going to be totally predictable and ask for “please daddy?” with Jake? I think I am.

here's the thing

pairing- hangman x female!reader (no y/n)

warnings- 18+ minors & glen you know the drill DNI, sexual content (daddy kink, public teasing / fingering), jake's perspective, man's always horny it’s cruel to leave the hotel room with him on vacation, my ridiculous habit of writing ending lines that make it seem like there's another scene coming

length- 1.2k because i apparently don't know what a drabble is and hangman’s so hot he deserves more words anyways

an- thank you so much lovely!!!! the fact that i basically sprinted to write this as soon as i saw your ask because i am also predictable 🤝 (great minds) sorry i got kind of carried away but your sugar daddy jake fic look away (everyone go read!) gave me lots of hangman + swimsuits + vacation + public indecency thots

also hangman's utter inability to keep his shit together when called daddy casually is inspired by this post from @sebsxphia

Here’s the thing.

Jake is starting to think you don't fully understand the effect you have on him. That you honestly don't know what you look like every time his gaze inevitably slides over to you, reclining blissfully in a padded lounge chair, nose buried in a book. That you don't realize how many times he's had to adjust his swim trunks or go jump in the ocean because you look like absolute sin laid out next to him, soft skin on display and begging to be touched.

“Jake, do you mind getting me another drink?" You ask, turning onto your stomach and reaching back to release the neat little bow holding your swimsuit top together.

He can’t help it when a groan rumbles out of him at the clear indication you have no intention to leave anytime soon. Can't help the way his eyes flicker around the quiet beach, trying to calculate the likelihood of someone calling the cops on him for taking you right then and there.

“Honey, I just sat down, why didn’t you ask earlier when I went to the bar?” He thinks he might sound like a whiny child, but he doesn’t care much at this point. He's frustrated, because his hands are constantly flexing with the need to touch you. Because every hint to go back upstairs to your hotel room has been met with a breezy, okay babe I'll meet you up there later, want to finish this chapter.

A blonde eyebrow raises as he watches you smile guiltlessly. “I forgot, I’m sorry. Besides, you seem a little bored over there."

He shoots you a withering glare, but he's pretty sure the scornful effect is greatly diminished by the fact that his eyes can’t stop roaming over your bare back.

Obviously he’s going to get the drink for you. He just likes seeing you sweat a little bit. Serves you right, since you've been torturing him for hours down here.

(It's been 45 minutes)

You sigh and Jake can see the gears turning in your head. Your fingers wiggle around your book, like they're getting ready to reach behind and retie your bikini so you can get up to grab it yourself. He's about to laugh, about to say just kidding, of course I'll go get it for you, when you bite your lip.

The hair on his arms raises in anticipation, knowing what's coming from your mouth next is surely going to fuck with him.

“Please, daddy?”

Jake stills.

You think it’s cute, that you’re being sassy, just teasing him a little.

That’s the thing.

Sometimes, Jake thinks you don't realize how little effort it takes to have him aching for you. You don’t see that watching your pretty lips form those words sends electricity thrumming through his veins. That it makes him vibrate with the need to hold you down until that's the only word you're capable of forming.

His tongue flits out to wet his lips, eyes never leaving you. Takes a steadying breath.

"Sure, honey. I'll be right back."

When he returns with your Mai Tai he swears your bikini is riding a little higher, cheeky bottoms giving him a perfect view of your backside. He's practically salivating with the urge to lean down and put his mouth on you.

"Thanks, daddy." You're full-on smirking now, dropping any pretense of not taunting him.

Jake exhales audibly as a lightning bolt zaps through him. The hold he has on his phone tightens once with a fleeting thought about trying not to break the stupid thing, before he forces himself to let go and toss it onto your beach bag.

He reaches over to you, rubbing your shoulder affectionately, runs his large hand down your side. Your hardcover drops to the chair with an unceremonious thump when the pad of his thumb brushes right against the side of your breast, exposed by your untied top.

You eye him mock suspiciously, taking a dainty sip of your cocktail. "Jakey, whatcha doing?"

"Oh it's Jakey now, is it, princess?" He tuts, gaze focused on the shapes he's tracing on your skin. "No more daddy now that you've gotten what you wanted?"

He skims his hand across the edge of your bikini bottoms, dancing dangerously close to where he suspects you're already soaked for him.

"Daddy," you whisper, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you dip your head, giving him full view of your blown pupils.

“Wanna stop me, princess?” He asks, trailing fingers down your hot skin, playing with the ties holding your bottoms together. “Or are you gonna let daddy play with his pretty pussy right here, where anyone could see?”

There's no one within his eyesight, but he doesn't mention that part.

You bury your head in your arms, seemingly embarrassed, but Jake doesn’t miss the tilt of your hips, the subtle arch of your back, pushing your ass ever so slightly into his waiting hand.

"That's what I thought," he quips, trademark Hangman confidence dripping from every word.

With one last glance around and a squeeze to your cheek, he slips his fingers under, groaning quietly at the wetness he knew would be there. He pushes a finger in, quick and dirty, because there might not be anyone around right now, but you both know that could change at any second.

The breathy little whimper that escapes as you squirm around his finger is music to his ears. His cock throbs painfully in his swimsuit in response and he shakes his head to clear it, forcing himself not to get sidetracked. But the dirty look you send him when he pulls his finger out, using your arousal slicked on his finger to help stroke figure eights on your clit, is even better. He knows you can come like this, but a part of you will be disappointed having to come clenching around nothing.

Perfect, he muses, because the sooner you're begging for daddy's cock to fill you, the better.

He switches his onslaught on your center to pressing strong, decisive circles, your hips rutting against his hand that's trapped between you and the chair. It's one of the hottest things he's ever witnessed, you taking what you need, hips moving unprompted and a little wild as you get closer and closer to the edge.

Jake grins as your legs tense, watching your climax roll through you. You bite your arm to muffle your whimpers, ice cubes rattling in your cup as you shake, riding out the high.

He has to stifle a groan of his own when he raises his hand to his mouth to clean his fingers, the taste of you going straight to his aching cock.

Smiling happily at him, you look almost grateful, like you might thank him for making you come in broad daylight with waves crashing in the background. Like it wouldn’t occur to you that it should be the other way around, him worshipping at your feet for letting him run away with his dirty thoughts on a chaise lounge by the ocean.

That's the thing.

Jake knows you don't realize how much power you hold over him, how effortlessly you have him wrapped around your finger. You'll figure it out someday, but for right now he'll keep that secret to himself.

At the moment, he has much more pressing matters, like getting you alone so he can listen to your pretty voice moan please, daddy over and over again.

"Finish your drink, princess. We're going upstairs."

#hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman drabble #jake seresin drabble #hangman smut #jake seresin smut #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #top gun hangman #500 followers celly

[thebluemage]

We also did not get nearly enough of sebs hands in latex gloves. Like… mmmmmm that’s what I need. Those hands. In gloves. Preferably with a little grin on his face as he’s about to do unspeakable things to an innocent girl like meeeee. Also… the clip where he’s in scrubs and his head is tilted back? Imagine that after he’s just ~pushed in~ with you in a gyno chair.

OMG!! Yess, it’s not a want it’s a NEED!! 😩 Like please, I crave it!!

Inspection

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, clit stimulation, P in V, use of pet name (Bunny), doctor/girlfriend!patient reader dynamic, Steve Kemp himself!! (he’s a warning of his own!)

Summary | Steve conducts a thorough exam, and you discover that you need more of it.

Word Count | 613

A/N | I couldn’t help but to write this out, so thank you for your contributing thots, Dr. Kemp nonnie!! 🥵 Banners made by the amazing @vase-of-lilies. Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

“I need you to sit still for me, bunny. Can you do that for me? Hmm.”

“Yes, doctor.” You nod while he slowly spread your legs open, as you lay comfortably on the chair.

“Good girl. Now let me take a look at you.” You could feel the cold air grazing your skin. He comes closer to you when he gasps in awe, as he moves his face closer to your sensitive parts.

You could feel his breath on you, when you feel his gloved hands fiddling you, spreading your lips open and teasing your little nub.

“Tell me as best as you can, every sensation you feel of what I do to you. Describe every detail that comes into your mind, and don’t leave anything out.” He instructs softly your way, while he gives you a little grin. Knowing all to well of how your body reacts and how responsive you are.

He continues to draw out lazy circles on your clit, as he attentively waits for your answer.

“I—I feel this surge of electricity going through me,” Your breath comes out strained as you try to breathe in deeply.

“I—it feels good, s-so good doctor.”

“Just good, Bunny? You can tell me more than that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck!! I feel like electricity is rushing through my body, I f-feel like there’s fire surging in my veins, and it feels amazing!! I just... I need more!!” You plead, while your hips buck up to feeling more friction, but Steve doesn’t let you as he puts a firm hand on your lower stomach to hold your body in place.

“Not so fast, my dear. Maintain to have patience and you’ll get what you want.” He voices in a low cadence.

“Okay, Doctor.” You sigh as your body stills, as your breath slows down.

Steve looks at you again, carefully inspecting your already wet folds.

“You’re a treasure to be savored, every desire of you needs to be well taken care of. And I am here to do just that. I’m here to fulfill your every desire. I feel your despair that you want more,”

You hear some fabric moving as Steve speaks up again.

“So, who am I to deny you of any pleasure?”

You don’t have time to react when you feel his tip teasing your clit for a few seconds coating himself with your wetness, and then proceeds to plunge into you.

“Ohh, shit!!” He groans out while he slowly thrust into you. “Feels like heaven to me. Fuck, fuck.” He tilts his head back, enjoying how your walls wrap tightly around him.

You moan loudly as you feel every ridge of his cock. “Yes, yes, yes, please!! You m-make me feel alive, f-feels so great!!”

“I know, I know. You feel divine as well bunny.” He hovers his body over yours until his head is close to you, nearly hitting the shell of your ear as you hear his raspy voice.

“You’re mine. Understand, Bunny? You’re mine. Mine.” He muses instinctively as he pulls you in a hot headed kiss.

“Look at me.” He demands as you direct your eyes to his. Fire is clearly seen through his eyes, a wild unparalleled look that contains his lust.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His breathing heaves heavily against your skin.

“I’m yours, I’m yours.” Your breath hitches, forming a lump in your throat.

“Fuck. I’m yours Steve!!” You announce as you lose all control and grab him by the back of his neck and give him an all encompassing passionate kiss. Your only thought was him, nothing else.

For as long as you come to know Steve, your body was his, forever.

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[voorheehees]

the talisman

a little thing I wrote for my slasher oc :p 

The neon lights of the city looked almost muted behind the tinted windows. Red, green, gold, and pink letters spelled ‘Poker’, ‘Lobster Dinner’, ‘Live Nudes’, ‘Dead Nudes’, ‘Girls Girls Girls’. It was beautiful. Jonas watched the lively strip from his top floor suite, like a king watching over his peasants. The view from the top of The Talisman Hotel & Casino could not be beat, depending on who you asked of course. Jonas kept one hand was clasped around a glass of scotch, the other tucked casually into his white pants pocket. He looked like a cliche pornstar, washed up, sleazy, but a decent enough frame to rake in a few bucks. His brown hair was forced back by a thick layer of gel, exposing a pale face with cold, blue eyes. If it wasn’t for the expensive suit and solid gold chain around his neck, one might assume he was nothing more than a busted used car salesman. But busted as he may have been, Jonas Deihl was no cheap bastard. The Talisman Hotel & Casino had been in his family for generations, passed down from father to son. Old, old money. And despite his reckless casanova reputation, Jonas was no fool when it came to running the family business. The Talisman was known for its luxury and top-of-the-line services, attracting all customers from celebrities to billionaires to wasted bachelorettes. It was a sinner’s eutopia. And most everyone knew the devil that ran it. Although the general opinion of Mr. Deihl was that he seemed like a bit of a sociopath, reeked of overpriced cologne, and overall came off as quite off at times, people could in no way deny his sickening charm or the thick wad of cash he kept generously in his breast pocket. And Jonas devoured the attention. It was a rare feat to see him roaming the bar or lobby without a model or drag queen or two wrapped around his arm, and a signature devious smile plastered on his face. He was like the poor man’s Hugh Hefner.

The shrill sound of a meow which could only be compared to the sound of a slow, painful death suddenly tore Jonas’ attention away from the Las Vegas cityscape. He turned to see a tortoiseshell cat sitting perched on the glass coffee table, her orange eyes glaring daggers directly into her master’s chest.

“What’s the matter Camile?” Jonas cooed, approaching the animal.

“Daddy not giving you enough attention?”

He set his glass down on the table and reached out to scratch Camile’s head. Without warning, she hissed loudly, whipping her paw around to sink a set of sharp claws into his hand. The man yelped as he ripped his hand away, unintentionally making the damage of the scratch worse. Camile seemed pleased with herself at the sight of blood dripping down his bejeweled fingers. Jonas swore under his breath and once again lifted his glass, making sure to take one last, large gulp of the liquid. 

“Little bitch.” He grumbled.

The two of them had never particularly gotten along. Yet over time, Jonas had become very attached to Camile, thinking of her more as a baby than a pet, and she liked the free food, catnip, and designer collars. The man pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and pressed it to the wound. It seemed that sharp nails were his only kryptonite. The clear, small but deadly ones of sweet little Camile, and the colorful ones of desperate, panicked fingers attached to soft, trembling hands. He smiled at the thought of them, unconsciously tracing over the pink, fleshy scars on his collarbone. He remembered the woman who had put them there. It was three months ago. Her nails had been green with little gold hearts on each of the ring fingers. They looked cute, different. That’s why he had picked her. He liked the ones that stood out in some way, whether it be their nails, shoes, hair, anything really. He had an eye for unique pieces. 

The images of past conquests dancing in his head reminded him of his latest one, whom he had so rudely left alone in the bathroom. He smiled to himself, tossing the bloodied handkerchief onto the coffee table. 

He could hear muffled whimpers even before he reached the door handle. The sound was music to his ears, an itch to his groin. He opened the door like it was some game show reveal of his million dollar prize. Yet there was no car or all inclusive trip to Aruba waiting there for him. It was so much better.

The woman on the bathroom floor made the best attempt of a scream at the sight of him, which was unfortunately cloaked by the wash cloth stuffed deep in her mouth. Jonas grinned down at her, slowly removing each of his rings as she scooted her bound body towards the bathtub in a trivial effort to escape. He found it sort of amusing, in a sad kind of way. Her legs had been broken, and it took every fiber of his being to not burst into laughter at the sight of her struggle. She had just moved to the city with hopes of becoming a burlesque star. Jonas had smiled at her wide, eager eyes as she told him her plans at the downstairs bar, all the while mentally howling at how pathetic she was. It was no trouble to get this naive little princess up to his suite. 

He slunk towards her before crouching down to her level. She winced as he removed her gag, gasping at the sudden sliver of freedom. Her two front teeth had a large gap, like Pattie Boyd. That’s why he had chosen her.

It was all such an incredible high to him. Better than any drug, liquor, or orgasm could ever give him. The fear in her eyes, the gore of her now useless legs, the thick stench of sweat and adrenaline that filled the windowless room. He got off on the power, the idea that for a short moment in time, he was God. He wiped the mix of tears and mascara from her cheek, hands hot and vile against her cold skin. 

“Why’re you crying baby?” his voice attempted to carry out a sweet tone, which only sounded more bitter. 

The woman’s lower lip quivered, her eyes frantically trying to avoid his own. 

“Please don’t hurt me. Just let me go home.” she choked out. 

Jonas smiled and sucked his teeth, seemingly drinking her words up slowly in contemplation. His ego felt swollen, not dissimilar to how the patrons of his casino must have felt when they won a jackpot or when they knew they were about to get lucky. 

“Sorry beautiful,” he spoke finally, “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

She couldn’t even blink before the man pulled a knife from a holster around his ankle and plunged directly between her still wet eyes. A look of shock and hopelessness remained painted on her face as her body fell onto the tile floor with a thud. Jonas removed the knife and placed it back into the holster. His heart raced, his eyes were wild. It was pure ecstasy and he didn’t want it to end. He slowly rose to his feet, shifting his attention to the sink to wash away the crimson residue. His high was wearing off fast, and the self-loathing and restlessness began to creep back into his mind. He looked into the mirror. His eyes were baggy and dark, pristine white suit now riddled with blood. He looked like shit, to say the least. He splashed cold water onto his face and stripped down, leaving only his chain and weapon on his naked body. A red, silk robe hung on the back of the bathroom door which he slipped into. He felt drained, miserable even, crashing back down to his decrepit existence after such sheer moments of bliss. This was always the worst part of what he did, the aftermath. He plopped down onto the couch with a grunt and propped his feet up next to Camile who hadn’t left her spot on the coffee table. She used his legs as a bridge and climbed over his body to rest on the back of the sofa next to her owner’s sleepy head. 

“Are you ready to be nice now?” Jonas asked her in a condescending tone. 

She mewed in reply, glendly pawing at his hair. Jonas smiled and scratched her chin, his eyes becoming increasingly heavier. He let them close, already dreaming about his next great high. 

#slasher oc #jonas deihl #my thots on him: chair make it electric #tw: violence #tw: murder #i haven't written in so l o n g idk what i'm doing tee hee

[heythere-mel]

Closer

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: “You always take care of me hermosa. Allow me to return the favor?”

W/C: 1.5k+

Warnings: Smut. Language. Established relationship, fingering, oral f!receiving, P in V, slight praise kink and cockwarming, and fluff cause obvs.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut for my beloved Francisco and I’m kinda proud how it turned out. 🥲 I draw inspiration from music and having Closer by Nine Inch Nails come on in the shuffle the other day had ya girl feeling THINGS. Comments, likes, reblogs, thots, whatever you’re feeling always welcomed. Enjoy. 🤍

——-

Frankie was having a day. Nothing at the hangar had gone according to plan, with not one but all three of the major tours he had booked for the weekend canceling last minute. It was a Friday and with the sudden rescindments freeing up his weekend, he was ready to forget about his losses and just be at home, with you. His reason for getting clean, helping him get his license reinstated, making him feel again. He owed you the world, and before leaving work that afternoon had devised a plan on how he wanted to show you.

——-

Frankie came home a bit earlier than normal. The electricity in the air was palpable, thrumming through his body like a spark ready to be set ablaze. A hidden desire and agenda on his mind that he couldn’t wait to put into action.

He walks through the door of your quaint little home, announcing his arrival and finding you in your office sending off the last emails for the work week. He watches you from the doorway. Deciding to just go for it, he spins your chair around, bringing your lips to his in a bruising kiss, slowly making his way down to your collarbone.

“Oh shit, hi baby, you’re home early. What, what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.” leaning into his touch as he leaves his mark.

“I love you.”

“I love you too handsome, but hey, talk to me…”

“Bad day. Just, wanna be with you. Wanna make you feel good.” He whispers against your lips. “You always take care of me hermosa. Allow me to return the favor?”

“..you’re the one having the bad day. Are you sure you’re not wanting me to make you feel better?”

This is what he loved about you. Always willing to go out of your way to help him, putting your needs off just to make sure he was alright.

“Maybe later, but right now, I want this to be about you. ¿Por favor?” nudging your nose with his.

Your lips are back on his in one swift motion. The flame of your arousal burning brighter with every touch he places upon your now heated skin. You make your way down the hall, finding solace in your bedroom, as you leave a trail of discarded clothing down its path. Frankie left in only his jeans while you stand completely bare, your knees coming to hit the back of the mattress.

“I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

“I’m always ready for you.” giving the side of his jaw a little nip.

Frankie smirks, bringing two of his thick digits to your lips. “Could you please get these nice and wet for me? Be a good girl and open up.”

How could you ever deny him? Always asking so politely. The silent plea of those soft brown orbs only further igniting your need to be just that for him.

His good girl.

You look Frankie dead in the eyes as you take his fingers into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around and through them, eliciting a soft hum of approval as you reach his knuckle, then pulling off with a teasing pop. The trail of saliva that connects cascades down your chin, as the ghost of his fingertips collect the remnants and slowly trace down the column of your neck. Following a playful tease at your nipples, you finally have him where you want him. Where you need and ache for him. He runs the soaked digits through your folds once before slowly entering your fluttering hole. The cooling of the spit in contrast to your heated core sends shockwaves through your belly as he begins to pump in and out.

“You were right bebita. You were ready for me, huh?” picking up the pace of his movements, you whimper out at the squelching sounds quickly filling the room. The curling of his fingers at just the right angle causes you to throw your head back amongst the sheets. You’re lost in your own euphoric state that the mischievous look he gives evades you until you feel it.

“Frankie!” you gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, your orgasm rushing you like a freight train, sending your hands flying to grab hold of his curls for support. He holds you down with his strong forearm draped over your torso, lapping up your juices that flow like sweet honey from a hive until your thighs start to clamp down around him from the overstimulation. His erection beginning to painfully brush at the seam of his pants as he finally pulls off.

“Mmmm, so good for me preciosa,” licking what remained from his fingers, “but I plan on drawing a couple more of those from you tonight.”

You lay boneless from that act alone. Catching your breath, you watch him through your long lashes as he finally releases his cock from its confines, springing forward with want and dripping with need.

Frankie stalks up your naked form, a predator evaluating his prey before the strike. He trails wet kisses along the soft skin as he reaches the juncture of your neck, stilling for a moment to breathe you in. Placing a single sweet peck to your cheek, he whispers in your ear, “hands and knees for me, beautiful.”

You turn over onto your stomach, making a show of it as you stretch out your limbs, giving your ass a little shake to spur him on.

With a yelp and small giggle, he drags you towards the edge of the bed giving your bottom a smack that echos off the walls.

“My naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

He tsks as he lines up behind you. Anticipation flooding your veins as you brace yourself for the sweet stretch of his thick member.

“Breathe baby.”

You exhale at the same moment he starts to ease in, releasing a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding as he begins to slowly rock into your heat. Both of you biting back curses upon the first moments of entry.

“Always so fuckin tight for me.”

“Frankie, baby-I…” the words are lost on the tip of your tongue as he begins to find his rhythm and pounds into you. His grip on your hips bound to leave indentions in their wake. Your head falls between your shoulder blades. The aroma of sex and sweet musk so undeniably your Frankie invades your senses as you struggle to keep yourself grounded. Completely overwhelmed in the best possible way. He sees this and aides you by easing your head forward near the plush pillows, motions never faltering as he caresses a line down the sweat-laced skin of your spine, splaying his big hands across your lower back. He notices your arms have fallen aimlessly at your sides.

“You still with me querida?”

“Ooooh, y-yes baby. J-Just…you feel so good. So big. More. Please.”

Frankie’s chest swells with pride. He grabs at your delicate wrists, locking them into place behind you. His strong thighs nudge the back of your own, slightly widening your hips and opening your canal up to take him even deeper. Your back arching into his touch like a kitten who has just found the perfect position of the suns warming rays.

“Closer. Closer, Frankie.”

He hovers over your frame reaching beneath your joined bodies, rubbing furious circles at your sensitive nub. The rough pads of skin catching just right. You come hard with a silent scream, unable to form any kind of coherent word or thought beyond the pure ecstasy emanating through your being. His full body weight now covering your entire backside as Frankie helps you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before gently pulling out and turning you over.

“You got one more for me?” he states breathlessly. “You can do it cariño. And don’t be shy, I want to hear all of those pretty noises this time around.”

He dives back into your pussy with minimal effort. Your ankles locking together at his back as if doing so would finally meld the two of you into one. He kisses you with such heated passion, swallowing your soft moans that draw him near the edge as he hears you cry his name, his full name, like a prayer to the Gods themselves. He was doing this to you. For you. His focus solely on your pleasure, worshipping the sacred temple that was your body and thanking any and all deities that had come before and would come after for bestowing such a beautiful gift upon him.

“Mi reina. Mi diosita. So good. You can take it.”

“Ohhhh Francisco, right there! Closer. I need you closer!”

You’re almost at your peak, his climax not too far behind. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he brings the two of you upright with nothing but adrenaline and brute strength, hammering into you as you dig your nails into his broad shoulders, searching desperately for leverage as you both teeter on the precipice of pure pleasure and delicious pain. He’s rutting into you faster now, hitting a spot so divine you would swear he was the only one that held the key to this secret. With a final snap of his hips you reach the apex of your highs together, a strangled groan catching in each of your throats as your muscles constrict around his hardened length, draining it of its warm spend, ascending into what can only be described as heaven.

You’re a panting mess as you make the fall back down to earth. His cock finally starting to soften as he remains buried inside you. He lays quietly with his head on your chest, listening to the pattern of your heartbeat that harmonizes in time with his own.

“Is this okay? I’m not crushing you or anything, am I?”

You chuckle warmly at this.

“Frankie, you literally just fucked me into the mattress. I think you’re okay.” brushing a damp curl away from his forehead.

He catches your palm bringing it to him and placing a featherlight kiss upon your flesh. This gesture saying everything that he desires to in that moment. No other words are needed because the feeling is mutual. It’s a deeper understanding of your love for one another. Simply and needing nothing more than to only be closer.

#frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales smut #sinful sunday #pedro pascal #mel writes!

[empower-bi-women]

Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

That pesky sexual tension 

Summery: Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

Warnings: SMUT so if you’re not 18 begone thot, spanking, teasing, dirty talk, cheesy writing? 

A/N: I tried to be a little more cute with this one so let me know what you think. And to the anon who requested this I’m sorry it took so long I hope you like it! Also this is my first ask!! So sorry if the format is a little strange I’m still trying to figure it out.

Word count: 3041 

“Timothy Drake, I swear to god give me back my book!” you chased him into the kitchen where he ran to the other side of the counter. 

“Why don't you come over here and make me.” He replied with a teasing smile on his face. You lunged forward across the cold counter top to reach for your book. He laughed at your struggle “Come on Y/N you know you never won a fight against me without someone helping you.” 

Shit he had a point you thought, everyone else was out at the store. You gave up, sitting on the counter with you back to him and pouted. Arms crossed looking towards the open door. Laughing he walked over to face you. 

“Aw come on I was just teasing.” he put his arms down on either side of you, trapping you in but you refused to look at him. “Come on look at me,” he leaned down to try and catch your gaze but you just moved your head. “Y/N?” he looked at you with wide eyes before they narrowed, “Y/N look at me.” His voice dropped into that commanding tone he used on patrol. You couldn’t help but look up to meet those blue eyes that bore into yours. The silence in the room was deafening. He leaned in closer and closer until your breath was his. Noses almost brushing. Lips almost touching. He glanced down at your lips. 

The kitchen door burst open causing the two of you to jump apart as the rest of the boys walked in carrying grocery bags, chatting loudly. Dick and Jason froze in the doorway causing Damian to bump into them from behind. 

“Now what do we have here?” Jason asked in a teasing voice. 

“Nothing. Did you get my coffee?” Tim said, his voice back to normal. 

“Did you put it on the list?” Dick asked, shooting you a strange look as you hopped off the counter, “what were you guys doing in here anyway?” 

“Tim took my book right out of my hands so I had to get it back.” You replied.

“Damn I thought you were finally resolving that pesky sexual tension.” Jason said through a mouth full of marshmallows. 

“Jason!” You, Tim, and Dick all yelled out.

“What! This has been going on for way too long. We were all thinking it” He tried to defend himself. 

“We most certainly were not Master Jason,” Alfred came to save the day, “and please refrain from eating all the food before it's even put away.”

He grumbled before putting the bag away. You snached your book away from Tim before walking into the living room to finish reading. 

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“Come on please Y/N just look it up! It won’t even take five minutes.” Tim pleaded with you, hiding a smile on his face.

“I thought you were the computer wiz, do it yourself.” You replied, not looking at him. He grabbed the back of your chair and spun you to face him. Kneeling down he looked in your eyes. “Please?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, “for me?” 

Your cheeks heated up. “I’m busy right now, go ask someone else.”

“Ok can you just check this one thing please?” 

“Out!” You spun your chair away from him but he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head before walking away.  You shook your head trying to clear the thoughts running through your head of the way his forearms flexed as he gripped the chair arms. The way his bright blue eyes looked like they wanted to devour you whole. Ugh this man is going to kill me you thought. 

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That night you were working comms with Barbara in the cave. Things were going smoothly until Tim called in.

 “Hey Oracle, hey angel, can you guys find out who that guy over there is and what he's doing please and thank you.” Your eyes went wide at the nickname he gave you. You could see Barbara looking at you out of the corner of your eye and heard Jason and Dick laughing though the comms. You ignored them as your fingers flew across the keyboard as facial rec worked its magic. 

“His name is Jimmy Figgis. He’s fresh out of bellrev, he was in for drug dealing and black mail.” You said into the comms.

“Well it would be a shame if he got caught red handed doing a deal. He would go back to jail.” Barbara chimed in. 

“Looks like we got a stake out boys.” Dick said.

“It's ok guys, I can stay for the drop.” Tim said, his voice low as he settled in for the night, “I'll have Y/N to keep me company, right angel?”  

“I mean it's not like I have a choice do I.” 

Not even half an hour later Tim started to get bored. And his target was you. Barbara had to leave to take care of some other stuff so you were alone. Tim decided it would be a good idea to switch frequencies and mess with you. 

“Hey Y/N, have you ever thought about us while touching yourself?” 

You spat out your coffee. “What the fuck Timothy!” You heard his laughter on the other side of the line. 

“Well I'm just asking because I know for a fact that Dick thinks of Babs and Jason thinks of Diana sometimes but he would never admit it. And I got curious. Who do you think of?” 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “Wouldn't you like to know. You really should focus on the stake out instead of my masturbation habits.” 

“Aw angel I can almost see you blushing from here. You look adorable.” 

“Shut up Tim.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love hearing you say my name? It sounds so sweet I can almost imagine what you would sound like screaming it underneath me.”

You froze. You and Tim had always had a flirtatious relationship but this was a new level entirely. This was dangerous territory. “Don't start things you can't finish Timothy.” Your voice was low. 

“Oh believe me angel I always finish. And I make sure my partner does too.” 

You threw your head back in frustration. “Focus on the stake out and we can continue this later.”

“Is that a promise?”

Before you could reply Bruce’s voice crackled through the comms “Red Robin we’re coming to you.” 

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A few arrests and fight later the bats rolled into the cave. Alfred was on standby with the medical kit but there was no need. You shifted uncomfortably as Tim’s eyes raked over your body, pausing on your legs that were squeezed together, trying and failing to give you relief from the ache in your pussy. He smirked at the site of you waiting for him, all needy. 

“Good job tonight guys. Shower and get some sleep,” Bruce said, taking his cowl off, “I’m looking at you Tim.”

Tim just smiled. You both knew there would be no sleeping tonight. Tim walked over to you, his cowl was off and his dark hair was messy. Fuck he looked good you thought to yourself. The look on his face was calm but you could see something in his eyes. All the years you've known him, you had never seen this look in his eyes. It was dark and lit a fire inside you. 

“Do you still want to do this? Because once we start, I'm not stopping.” his blue eyes stared into yours.

“I believe I have a promise to fulfill.”

He gave you a wicked smile. “I want you upstairs in my room, ten minutes. And no touching yourself.” He tapped your thighs that were pressed together before walking away.

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Your head was a mess by the time you headed up to Tim’s room. You had bid goodnight to the rest of the boys when your phone chimed. Tim had sent you a picture from the shower. Towel low on his hips showing off his v line, water droplets glistening off his abs, and the way his hand gripped his phone showed off all the muscles and veins in his arms. The wetness between your legs grew with every step towards his room. You knocked on his door, the loud sound of your knuckles against the wood echoed throughout the hallway. 

“Come in.” His voice was muffled by the door. You walked in to find him sitting on a chair across from the bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. “Lock the door.” His voice was low and commanding, not unlike that day in the kitchen. That same electric energy that you felt then was in the room, now magnified by 100. 

“I'm going to ask you one more time, are you sure you want this?” 

“Yes Tim I’m sure.” 

“Good girl,” the praise sent shivers down your spine, “Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Your heart was beating out of your chest as you slowly took your shirt off. “I don't recommend teasing me angel, it won't work out well for you.” You just smiled as you turned around, taking your pants off while wiggling your ass tauntingly. You didn’t even hear him move before you felt a sharp pain across your backside. You moaned at the contact. 

“Aw does my little angel like pain?” he questioned mockingly before coming down on you again, “I asked you a question Y/N, I expect and answer.” 

“Yes sir.” You heard him laugh behind you. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled you up against his warm chest. “Well isn't that a nice surprise. I always knew you had a thing for authority.” His voice was low in your ear. Your head went back to rest on his shoulder as he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and biting the skin there. His movements against your body are slow and calculating. Tim always seemed gentle and calm but the truth is that no one knows how he respresed his emotions, and his needs. But tonight he was going to take whatever he wanted. And you would let him. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His hands caressed your skin.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Sorry for what?”

You took a shallow breath. He was really going to make you work tonight. “For teasing you.” 

He turned you around to face him. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face, before kissing your lips gently. Looking into his eyes you could never tell what he was thinking. His face was calm and passive. That is until he let go. And you would do whatever it takes to see him lose control. Even if that meant misbehaving. 

“Get on the bed for me angel.” he kissed your forehead before turning his back on you but you didn’t move. He grabbed a red tie from his desk and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of you still standing there. “Did you not hear me?” He raised his eyebrows at you, “I said, get on the bed. Now.” 

You could see the annoyance in his eyes. He was starting to slip, you wouldn’t stop now. 

“Make me.” 

Those two words lit a fire in him. He picked you up easily and threw you onto the bed with such force that you bounced. “I told you not to tease me angel.” He growled as he crawled towards you on the bed. He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him so he was hovering over you, arm placed next to your head. His hot breath hit your face. “You were being so good angel, what happened? Why are you being a brat now.” 

You whimpered at his words. His hand slipped down to your panties and rubbed a finger up and down your slit ever so lightly. 

“Tim please.” You begged him. A sharp smack to your thigh brought you out of your daze. 

“I'm sorry, what was that?” his voice has a dangerous edge to it. His eyes were wild, “that not what you're calling me tonight, is it.” 

“Sir, please! Please touch me, I need it.” You pleaded with him. He rolled his hips into yours, putting pressure where you needed him most. 

“Will you listen to me now?” 

“Yes anything you say.” You replied, needing to feel him closer. 

He moved in to kiss you, stopping just before your lips touched. You moved up trying to close the distance but his hand was quick around your throat, forcing you back down. “I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy,” he murmured, “I want you to stay still and you must ask for permission before you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded, desperate for anything he would give you. He removed his hand from your neck and kissed his way down your body to your soaked panties. His rough hands spread your thighs open, leaving a wet kiss on both before pressing a kiss to your clothed clit. You shifted your hips up, trying desperately to get more stimulation. His arm trapped your hips down. 

“Now angel, what did I tell you about moving?” He moved away from where you needed him most. 

“I’m sorry sir, please I need you.” You looked at him with desperate eyes. 

“All these years I’ve known you, you've always been a tease to me. Whether you knew it or not. I've been waiting for so long for this, I’m going to take my sweet time,” he growled, “you can lay there and shut up, it's my turn to tease you now Y/N.” 

He dove back in and licked a long stripe over your panties. Heat washed over your body as you felt your pussy gush at his actions. He slowly pulled them off your body leaving kisses down your legs. Leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. He ran his tongue over the dark red marks he left behind. Throwing your panties somewhere in his room, he came back to your throbbing core. Running a finger through your wetness he cooed at you. “Oh angel you're just soaking wet for me aren't you? I can't wait to taste this sweet little cunt.” 

He licked up your slit, collecting your juices. He moaned at the taste. His tongue flicked against your clit ever so lightly, giving you some stimulation but not enough. One hand snaked up in between your thighs to play with your cunt. 

You threw your head back at the sensation of his tongue and fingers working their magic on your body. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. You gasped at the sensation, shivers running down your spine. His finger teased your entrance. 

“You’re fucking drenching me sweetheart. You taste so good when you're like this for me.”

“Please sir I need you.”

“Where do you need me angel?” his finger slid all the way in, “right here?” 

Your eyes rolled back as he finally gave you what you wanted. His finger rubbed against your g spot immediately, making soft moans escape your mouth. “Does that feel good?” 

“Yes” You whimpered. He smacked your thigh. “What was that?” He said roughly, looking up to meet your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, yes it feels good sir.” 

Satisfied with your answer he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, rubbing your clit in tight circles with his thumb. Before long you were thrashing on the sheets, hands gripping the pillow above your head. Your stomach fluttering as you neared your climax. 

“Are you a good girl?” Tim questioned.

“Yes sir.” you cried out, “please let me cum, please sir.” Your voice was shaking as you tried to control yourself. Out of nowhere he pulled away, licking his fingers as he watched you kick your legs in frustration. 

“What the FUCK Timothy!” You shouted as he got off the bed and walked to his desk. Laughing to himself he reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. 

“Gotta be safe right?” He said with a smirk on his face.

You sighed. “I thought you were just going to leave me there.”

“That's only if you’re a bad girl but you've been good for me so far, so good that I’ll give you what you want.” He said sliding into you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead as you both caught your breath. Once you adjusted to him you tapped his shoulder to move. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me angel.” Tim whispered softly in your ear, as he thrust his hips into yours. Finally getting what you needed. You wrapped your legs around him pulling him as close as you could. Your lips met in a heated kiss as the knot in your stomach grew impossibly tighter. His hips snapped into yours at a steady rhythm. Your legs trembled as your orgasm approached at a blinding speed.  

Your hips moved to meet his every thrust.  

“Tim I’m gonna cum.” You said breathlessly 

“Just wait angel one more minute.” The pleasure almost overwhelmed you but the need to be good for him won out. “I want you to cum with me in 3,” your nails clawed down his back, “2,” your eyes fluttered shut, “1.” He growled in your ear. 

Your stomach contracted as your body shook with pleasure. His hips stuttered to a stop but his hand kept rubbing you, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. 

You finally pushed his hand away, the feeling getting to be too much. You both lay there next to each other, catching your breath. 

“So does this mean we’re together?” You asked, your voice small. 

He rolled over to look at you, a big smile on his face. “Definitely.” 

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Scuba - John B Routledge

Request: I don’t if know you’re taking requests, but if you are could you write one about John B where he has a thing for Sarah, but then he meets her friend when he’s returning the scuba gear and they hit it off so Sarah and Kiara play match maker.

A/N: I couldn’t figure out how to work Kie into this and keep the timeline so it’s Sarah and kinda Wheezie.

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“This definitely requires more than two people,” you groaned, leaning back against the couch in The Druthers and closing your eyes.  

“I’m still here!” Wheezie called footsteps on the carpeted stairs as she appeared from below, crossing her arms over her chest. Sarah laughed, passing back a hand of cards, careful not to look at them.

“No, I’m not playing cards against humanity with a little kid.” You replied, trying to grab the deck of cards before Wheezie could take them back. She snatched them from Sarah’s hand and raced back down the stairs as you got up, running after her. The sound of your footsteps disappeared into the Druthers as you chased Wheezie for the cards.  

“I’m not a little kid! I’m 13!” Wheezie argued as she ran from you.  

“Guys-” Sarah started to call out but paused when she heard someone come on board. A second later John B was stepping through the sliding glass door, looking shocked to find Sarah sitting there on the couch. He was laden with her family’s scuba gear and looking awkwardly around the room as he presumably searched for some kind of excuse as to why he had it in the first place.  

“What’s with the gear?” Sarah asked, sitting up straighter and crossing her arms over her chest.  

John B’s gaze lingered a little longer on her as he stood there. He knew Kiara hated Sarah Cameron and he went along with Pope and JJ whenever they joked about the kooks on the island but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find her attractive. One of the main reasons he’d been so eager to take the job with the Cameron’s was the close proximity to Sarah.  

“I was gonna fill the tanks for your dad...no power though so-” he nodded as he trailed off, letting the gear fall at his feet.

“So you’re just gonna leave it there?”  

“Yeah, he told me to just-”

Footsteps pounded on the stairs and both John B and Sarah turned to the commotion as you appeared first, Wheezie right behind you, arms around your waist as she tried to simultaneously pull you down the stairs and pull the cards out of your hands.

You elbowed her hard enough that she let you go but that didn’t stop you from tripping on the carpeted step and throwing your body into the room to avoid falling backwards. John B stepped out of the scuba gear, one foot still entangled with the duffle bag, and grabbed you before you could face plant.  

“Thank you,” you looked up at your rescuer, smiling when you realized it was Ward Cameron’s boat boy, “John B right?”

“Yeah, hey.” He helped you stand up on your own and you stepped away from him, fixing your clothes. John B glanced back at Sarah and then to you again, acutely aware of the sudden absence of feeling when he looked at the middle Cameron. Pope joked once that he looked at her with heart eyes and maybe that was true but he wasn’t looking at her that way now. Instead he was staring at you like all the lightbulbs in the world just clicked on inside his head.  

“Oh my god!” You grabbed his arms suddenly, a shock somewhere between static and electric running over his skin and eliciting goosebumps. “You saved us.” You announced, pushing him back toward the sofa.

“How so?” He asked, stumbling back and plopping onto the seat and looking up at you, standing so close that you’re knees almost touched his.

“We need a third person to play cards against humanity.” You replied, pulling over a box to sit on as a chair.

“I’m right here!” Wheezie said, still standing on the stairs watching the entirety of events play out. Sarah looked at her sister, nodding her head subtlety toward the doors.

“Wheez, can you help me real quick? I wanna grab some drinks from the house.” Sarah announced.  

“Finally enough people to play and you’re ditching?” You asked, watching her stand up and wave her younger sister over to door.  

For being thirteen Wheezie seemed to catch on, following Sarah onto the deck, “Sure, no problem.” She announced as she passed you. 

“We’ll be right back.” Sarah promised. They left, leaving you and John B alone in the Druthers.  

He sat there for a minute before putting his hands on his knees as if he was going to stand up, “I should-”

“No, stay please?” You asked. “I won’t make you play cards, I swear.”

John B shrugged and sat back again. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it,” he replied, picking up some of the cards and shuffling through them, reading the scenarios.  

“That’s cause you guys are too cool to sit around and play dumb card games all day.” You said, picking up the ones he wasn’t fiddling with and packing them away. “I wouldn’t wanna play cards all day either if I could get my friends to something even remotely fun.”

“Like what?” John B asked, handing back the other cards.  

You shrugged, “anything.”

“Well, if you want, we could ditch those two and go do anything together?” He suggested, brushing back his curls from his forehead.

“I thought you had a thing for Sarah?” You asked, though you were already standing up.  

“Sarah who?” John B teased, grinning when you smiled at him. “Come on, anything awaits.”

“Oh well, in that case, lead the way.”  

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[himbowelsh]

imagine dick winters the same but with extreme horny energy throughout the series. terrifying.

the sheer power of thot!winters... i can’t even

Nixon has never enjoyed personal meetings with Colonel Sink. It reminds him too keenly of being called into the headmaster’s office as a boy. Sure, the gilt-carved walls and massive oak-paneled desk might be absent; he’s no longer a sulky twelve year old, wearing knee-high socks and a bow tie; but the feeling is still there. Sink never throws his weight around just to be intimidating  ---  a trait in a leader Nixon can actually respect  ---  but when he wants to, Sink can be the tallest man in the room. Everyone else looks, and feels, tiny in his shadow.

This meeting could be about a dozen things. Hopefully Sink doesn’t know about the footlocker.

“Captain Nixon.” He doesn’t look angry, which is a great start. Sink just looks tired  ---  not surprising, for a man with the entire 506th to look after. Nixon just has to deal with battalion staff, and he felt himself going grey at the temples after a week. Sink leans forward, bracing himself standing against the desk. Nixon straightens his back and makes himself attentive, ever the headmaster’s favorite student. “Now, I called you here to discuss something delicate. You intelligence men know how to keep things confidential.”

Nixon’s mind flashes through a montage  ---  humming La Marseilles in Dick’s earshot before Normandy, leaving a coffee stain right over Holland on the map on Dick’s desk, the Dutch-to-English dictionary he placed on Dick’s nightstand for safekeeping.

“Part of the job description, sir,” he replies, smiling.

Sink looks uncomfortable. “It’s… a delicate situation. You understand.”

Oh Christ, it’s definitely about the footlocker. Nixon’s shoulders tense, though his face doesn’t change. If he’s about to get demoted, he’s going to look respectable doing it.

“About Captain Winters.”

Oh.

Oh?

“The man’s a damn good soldier. Gets all the work done, is excellent with the men… you see, they respect him. These men need officers they can look up to.”

Oh.

“Not ones who get caught naked in a henhouse with the mayor of Aldbourne’s damn daughter on top of him!”

Nixon recalls that day in vivid detail — mostly because it was last weekend, but also because of the vivid red Dick blushed— presumably all over— even though he was grinning while telling it. The man has the patience of a saint, and double the virtues that come along with it. You could fill a new testament with the exploits of Dick Winters… except at least half of the pages would be torn straight from a bodice-ripper novel.

“Now, I try to make allowances for good officers, but this is the third time it’s happened... this month. When I talk to Winters about it, he says ‘yes sir, it’ll never happen again’. Then you know what he goes and does?”

It takes Nixon a second to realize Sink’s pointing at him because he expects an answer. “He does it again,” he volunteers.

Sink smacks the desk. “He does it again!”

He does plenty more that Sink doesn’t hear about, too, but Nixon’s not about to admit that to the man’s face.

“Now, you know how to handle him. If anyone in the army can wrangle the damn man, it’s you! From here on out, your job is to keep Winters out of trouble. I hate to demote a good officer, but he’s about to leave me no choice. Take care of it, Nixon.”

Buried deep down, a part of Nixon feels like cackling. Him, official Dick Winters babysitter? Christ, it’s like putting the death row inmates in charge of the electric chair, or letting a mouse run the whole kitchen! Rather than be written up for insubordination this early in the morning, Nixon just bows his head rising smoothly from his chair. “Yes, sir. I’ll look after him, sir.”

Sink sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “A model officer. A damn good man. All I ask is for him to keep it inside his pants. Is that too much to ask?”

It’s probably a rhetorical question. Nixon smiles pleasantly, and answers anyway. “Nothing’s too much for Captain Winters, sir.”

Sink waves him off with a shake of his head, settling down to focus on his next pressing issue. Nixon knows when he’s been dismissed; frankly, he can’t get out of the colonel’s office fast enough.

By the time he makes it back to the billet he and Dick are sharing, the story is burning his tongue like a sparkler. Jesus, what will Dick think? You never know what you’re going to get in a one-on-one with the brass, but babysitting duty’s something else. If Nixon’s suddenly the responsible one…

“Hey, Dick!” he calls, slamming the door to their shared house open. “Wait ‘til you get a load of —“

Nixon stops dead in the doorway, mouth hanging open. Suddenly, his mind is nothing but radio static. Dead air. A complete blank. Jesus Christ, he should learn to knock.

“Hiya, Nix,” Dick greets amiably, popping his head out from under his lady friend’s skirt. His flushed lips are almost more obscene than her wanton moaning. “Give me a few minutes, I’m just finishing up here.”

“Right.” Nixon snaps his fingers, then points a thumb over his shoulder, out the door. “I’ll just be — yeah, okay. You kids have fun.”

Yet another room he can’t escape from fast enough. This is turning into a day of uncomfortable meetings, and he’d kind of like to go into hibernation just to avoid any more.

Dick’s companion leaves first, a couple minutes after Nixon makes himself scarce. Her blouse is buttoned unevenly; she walks out on unsteady legs, face still flushed. Nixon waits a moment, just to make sure no more girls are following — he still remembers the night he got caught in a tragic jam, at least six girls filing out of their rooms as he tried to go in — but when no one else follows, he steps inside.

This time, he has the grace to rap lightly on the door. Dick turns, sparing him a close-lipped smile as he steps inside. By this point, Nixon knows he shouldn’t be surprised… still, Dick has a talent for it. “You know, I step out for an hour…”

“Veronica was just passing by.” Dick studies his reflection in the mirror, and splashed a bit of water on his face. “We’re old acquaintances. I invited her in because it’s the nice thing to do.”

“‘Old acquaintances?’” Nixon echoes, putting up a valiant effort not to laugh. “How far do you go back? All the way to last week?”

“Three weeks ago, actually,” Dick replies. By now, Nixon knows him well enough to catch the humor in his dry tone.

“Right, right.” He unbuttons his officer’s coat, surreptitiously scanning the room; Dick’s extracurriculars often leave evidence behind, and Nixon would prefer not to step on an earring again. “Well, that was nice of you. Seemed like she was enjoying herself.”

“Seemed like it,” Dick agrees, tone mild. When Nixon turns, he’s sprawled out in an armchair, head tilted back. Such exploits take a lot out of a guy… and Dick never gives himself a break. It’s not enough to be up with the sun sorting paperwork; he also puts in a different kind of work, so often that it’s amazing he hasn’t sprained anything. Burning the candle at both ends, indeed; Dick’s candle gets so much use, Nixon’s shocked it even lights anymore.

“I was going to tell you,” he says, draping his coat over the back of Dick’s desk chair, “about my meeting with Sink.” Dick makes a noncommittal noise of agreement, but at least Nixon knows he’s listening. “Got it into his head that I’m the responsible party here. Poor man. Couldn’t bring myself to prove him wrong just yet.”

Dick is quiet for a few moments; long enough to sit forward, elbows braced against his knees, watching his friend solemnly. Nixon might be the intelligence officer, but Dick’s always had a stare that can unwravel people without trying. “What did he say?” he asks, solemn.

Nixon rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. “He asked me to keep an eye on you.” He lingers on the contents atop the dresser for a moment, pretending they’re more interesting than they are. Sure enough — a pair of ruby earrings sit forgotten. Nixon’s lips twist as he plucks them up, placing them inside a clean ashtray. Someone’s going to come looking for them eventually. “Sink’s talking about demotion, Dick. It’s crossed his mind.”

“Demotion? For what?” Dick doesn’t even sound outraged — only surprised.

“Well, the mayor’s daughter came up.”

Dick’s mouth drops open in protest; he closes it just as quickly. “Fair. Why else?”

Nixon can think of… at least twenty more reasons. Lieutenant Baldassari of the Nurses’ Corps… the baker’s wife… the waitress with the bright lipstick… that farm girl who left Dick pulling hay out of his clothes for a week… hell, when Kathy was visiting, Nixon even made the mistake of inviting Dick to dine with them. Never again. If any man ought to have it out for Dick Winters, it’s him. 

(At least Dick had the courtesy to invite him. Nixon turned the offer down — like hell if Kathy wanted him in the middle, anyways.)

The thing is… Dick’s character makes him otherwise unimpeachable. He’s so damned good. Hardworking, determined, coolheaded, sober as a judge… and filled with tireless energy towards his duty. So much energy. A frightening amount of energy, all the time, ready to lead the men in anything.

It took Nixon a while to figure out where he generates it all.

“All I can tell you is, be careful. Chrissakes, lock your doors, at least, so innocent people can’t just walk in.” Nixon turns, leaning against the dresser and crossing his arms. “I don’t have to remind you about the Sobel incident.”

“I remember,” Dick replies, lips quirking in a dry half-grin.

“Great! So you remember Sobel’s sister. And why the man was dead-set on driving you out of the damn army.”

“It was nice of his family to visit from Chicago,” is all Dick says. When Nixon just stares at him, Dick sighs and rises from his chair, turning to the desk. “I’ve got some paperwork, Nix.”

“Right.” Nixon waits for a moment, weighing the likelihood of Dick giving in and continuing the conversation. It’s not high. Shaking his head, he pushes off of the dresser and starts across the room. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Have fun. Oh, and Dick —“

As Nixon turns in the doorway, Dick looks up.

“You want me to believe you’re going to stay in and be good all night, you might wanna put some clothes on.”

Standing buck-naked in the middle of their shared room, Dick shrugs his lean shoulders, and smiles. “Will do, Nix.”

#this is the most cursed thing ive ever written #dick winters #lewis nixon #my writing #band of brothers

[foggyhoundbiscuitskeleton]

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“Yes, we need to be in Dallas ASAP, I need to be well rested and looking good to meet my second mother.” I burst.

“Is that tomorrow?” Zoe asks.

“Yes!” I sing.

“God, I feel sorry for Taylor having to meet you!” Zoe grinned.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this for me you thot!” I yell.

“Zoe, don’t ruin it.” Billie said.

“I’m sorry, and I won’t it was just a joke, gees!” Zoe huffed.

“Anyway, someone order the pizza, so I can eat and go to bed I need to get some sleep so I will look good.” I rant.

“Why, you can just sleep on the bus all of tomorrow on our way.” Zoe questioned.

“No, I need pre sleep, so I can wake up and have a moment while jamming out to prepare myself, and then I’ll take a nap before getting ready.” I answer.

“Baby, I’m going to agree with Zoe, I plan to sleep on the bus.” Billie said.

“I can go to bed by myself, I have for 21 years so......” I sass.

Billie rolls her eyes before kissing me.

“You’re a pain you know that?” Billie asked.

“I’m your pain though, sooooooo..... deal with it.” I smirk.

Billie playfully shoves me and continues talking to Zoe, I grab my phone and decide that I should call my friend Violet, since I haven’t talk to her in weeks.

“Babe, I’m going to call my friend I’ll be back in a minute.” I said.

Billie nods and I walk back to the hallway to get some privacy. I call Violet and she picks up instantly.

“I’m going to kill you!”

“What, why?” I question.

“You’ve been gone for three weeks and haven’t called or even sent me a text, you’re a dick!”

“It’s a two-way street!” I shot back.

“Yeah, well I’ve sent you texts and I’ve called you multiple times, I’ve even snaped you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s been crazy, I don’t even know where to begin to explain it.” I confess.

“Maybe you should start with your jail time.”

“You saw that?” I ask.

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“Yes, it literally was on the news.”

“Ok, here it goes.” I sighed.

I spent an hour on the phone with Violet telling her all about my crazy three weeks, and how I’ve fallen in love with Billie. She listens only inputting when I ran out of breath from talking so fast.

“So, I think I explain it all.” I noted.

“Yeah, that definitely was a lot..... I still can’t believe my best friend is dating Billie Eilish, wow!”

“Yeah, I can’t either.” I blush.

“Well when you two get married I’m the maid of honor ok.”

“Ok, crazy!” I laughed

Just then Fineas walks around the corner. “Hey, the pizza is here, come and get it man.” I wave him off and mouth a thanks.

“Hey Vi, I have to go our foods here, but I’ll call you back soon.” I added.

“Yes, please do I need more of your crazy stories, I love and miss you!”

“I love and miss you too, and hopefully that will be all the crazy stories for now.” I giggle.

“Have fun with Taylor tomorrow, oh and ask her about the hit and run ok.”

“I’m not going to do that, but ok.” I sigh.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

I walk back and join Billie and the gang, they all were shoving pizza in their faces, while Fineas talks excitedly about recording Everything I Wanted and what the electric parts will sound like.

“Hey, so I think I’m just going to go to bed.” I yawn.

“You’re not going to eat.” Zoe asked.

“No, I’m exhausted plus I don’t want to be bloated for tomorrow.” I note.

“Oh yes, we wouldn’t want you to bloat.” Zoe sasses.

“Fuck you, I’m sorry I care about my looks, and you always look like trash.” I gloat.

“Well, I might be trash, but at least I’m not a virgin.” Zoes replies.

“Really, we had to go there, its ok baby go to bed I’ll be there in a little bit, and Zoe shut the fuck up!” Billie huffs.

“Aw, thank you!” I cue, as I walk over and kiss her, tasting the pizza on her lips. Zoe rolls her eyes as I walk past her.

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“Night, everyone and the whore.” I say.

“Night, baby love you!” Billie adds.

“Night, wimp!” Zoe mutters.

“Aw, love you too Zoe.” I smirk.

I get back to my hotel room and put my pj’s on and brush my teeth. I lay down and fall asleep instantly, I dream that night about Billie, and Taylor, and all the craziness that is my life. I wake up at four to Billie packing all her bags, she looks like she never went to bed.

“Hey, did you not sleep?” I ask.

“No, Fineas and I started working on some songs and we got carried away, sorry.”

“It’s ok, are they about me?” I question.

“I don’t know I guess you’ll find out later, also you better get up and get pack we’re leaving in an hour.”

“Ughhhh fine, let me take a shower first to wake up then I will.” I huff.

“Can I join?”

“No, I need my alone time.” I said.

Billie gasp,”Fine.”

“Love you.” I smile.

“Love you too.”

I take a quick shower and pack my bags, Billie goes on down to the bus to start loading her things, and to grab us some coffee. I finish up and met her in the lobby, where she hands me my coffee and takes my bigger suitcase.

“Are we already to go?” Fineas asks.

“Jesus noo, I just want to sleep!” Zoe pouts.

“I told you to go to bed, you didn’t listen.” I mumble.

“Now is not the time, I am tired and cranky.” Zoe whines.

“Well, at least you’re self aware.” I laugh.

We load the bus and start making our way to Dallas. Billie, Fineas, and Zoe head to their bunk and quickly fall asleep as I put my air pods in and start jamming out to Taylors new album Evermore. I takes about five hours to get to Dallas, so I have a good amount of time to prepare myself to met the saint herself. Which first includes relaxing to her album, then crying to them on my second time around listening to them, because I’m going to met her and this is all not real. Time passes fast when you’re having a moment, Billie wakes up as we’re entering Texas, with only one hour to go until we’re in Dallas.

“You really need to get more sleep.” I say to her worried.

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“It’s ok the concert doesn’t start until 6 and it’s only 9:25 now.”

“Yeah, but still why are you up?” I ask.

“Because you weren’t asleep next to me.”

“Ummm, those bunks are too small for that.” I add.

“Yeah, well hotel beds aren’t I can wait.”

“Ok, if you insist, do you want to jam out with me?” I chirp.

“Yeah, I guess.”

I take out my other air pod and hand to her, we both rock out all the way to Dallas. Once, we got to Dallas Fineas and Zoe also get up, with Zoe looking bad as usually. We get to the hotel quickly and made our way off the bus and inside the hotel, bags and suitcases filling our hands. Dan the stage director walks up to me.

“Hey, I know you have a Taylor concert tonight, but will you make sometime to look over everything and double check to see that everything is good to go for Billie’s concert tomorrow. After all you’re still here to do a job.”

“Yes of course, sorry everything is just so hectic, I was having a hard time keeping up, but I’m ok now.” I apologies.

“Well, that’s great, listen if you want out of this job let me know, because I need someone who can do their job and not just Bum it out on tour.”

“No, no, I want the job and I’ll do better, again I’m sorry!” I answer.

“Ok good, have that done before your concert.”

“Ok.” I replied.

Billie who had been walking in front of me, turns around and walks back to me.

“What was that about?”

“Oh nothing, Dan just wants me to do some work, I think he’s upset I’ve been slacking off.” I sigh.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it.”

“No, it’s ok, he’s right I haven’t been keeping up with my work.” I said.

“No, he needs to calm down, you were just in jail and have had a rough week....I’ll take care of it, there’s no need to act like that!”

We get to our hotel room, and Billie instantly throws her bags, plops down on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. I laugh as I open my suitcase looking for my laptop charger.

“Come to bed, please!”

“I would, but I have somethings I need to handle first, then I will.” I smile.

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“What things?”

“Work, family, life, you know things.” I answer.

“I told you I would handle your work.”

“Well, it still needs done so I’ll just do it, after all it is my job.” I reply.

“Fine......but you're coming to bed later, it’s settled!”

“Ok, it’s settled.” I mock.

I walk down to the lobby to work, just to make sure I wouldn’t disturb Billie. I make a few phone calls and check some emails, when I see the table chair pull out beside me. I watch as Fineas takes a seat, coffee in hand, and still rocking his bedhead.

“Hey, whatcha working on?”

“Oh, I’m double checking everything for tomorrow, why are you still awake?” I respond.

“I mean it’s 11:30, plus I had somethings I needed to take care of.”

“What things?” I ask.

“Things, secret things!”

“I see we’re still hiding things from each other.” I say rolling my eyes.

“Hey, don’t hate the player hate the game, plus I’m not even sure what the secret thing is this time, I just had to pick it up, no idea what it is though.”

“Mmhm, yeah ok!” I sass.

“Whatever, you’re crazy man........that’s why you and Billie work together.”

“Yeah.” I whisper.

“Yeah, she really loves you, I’ve never seen here open up and bond with someone so quickly.”

“To be honest I’ve never felt this way for anyone before too!” I replied.

“I think you guys are meant for each other; I can feel it....I have this brotherly intuition, you know!”

“I’m sure you do and I think so too, I know it’s crazy, but I want to spend the rest of my life with her!” I confided.

“I know you do; I can tell.....well have fun Y/N, I’m going to go finish my mission.”

“Ok.” I laugh.

Fineas leaves and I quickly finish my work, thinking about Fineas’s words and how right he is, how I do madly love Billie. After my work, I put away my laptop and call my mom. I tell her all about the concert and my song, and most importantly how I get to meet Taylor later. She was happy for my and that made me feel good, I say my goodbyes, and start back up to my room. I thought about grabbing some food but I decided to nap first eat later, that way I was full when I met Taylor. I get up to the room and climb in

25 / 32

bed with Billie, she wraps her arms around me once I lay down, and I fall asleep instantly. We wake up around three, Billie looked like an angel with her hair all over her flushed face.

“Good evening baby, did your work go ok?”

“Yes, was your sleep good?” I ask.

“Yes, I’m starving let’s get some food!”

“Ok, let’s just get room service so I can take a shower.” I reply.

“That’s fine what do you want to eat?”

“Um.....get me a cheeseburger please, and a milkshake.” I answer.

I get up and grab some fresh underclothes, before heading into the bathroom. I take my time in the shower rocking out to some T-swizzle to continue my preparation for her concert. I hear Billie knock on the door, “the foods here.”

“Ok, I’ll be out in a minute.” I respond.

I finish up and dry myself off, putting on one of the hotel bathrobes after. I sit down with Billie and we dive in digging away at our food like we were starving, which I was.

“So, what time should we leave for the concert?” I ask.

“Probably 5, the concert is at 6:30, so it would give us plenty of time to get ready, get down there, and find our seats.”

“When do I get to meet Taylor?” I question.

“She does her meet and greets before, so you’ll have to wait till after the show, sorry baby.”

“That’s ok I’ve waited 21 years for this moment what's a couple of hours.” I laugh.

“I’ve been waiting 18 years for this moment too.”

“What moment, haven’t you met Taylor before?” I ask.

“Yes, but that’s not the moment I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about.” I said.

“Don’t worry about it right now, I’ll tell you later when I’m ready.”

I let it go as we finish our food; I get up and get back to getting ready. I dry and straighten my hair to make it less frizzy, and attempt to put on makeup, I need to look my best to meet my second mother. I look out the bathroom and see Billie laying on the bed scrolling threw her phone.

“Play some music.” I yell.

“Ok, I gotchu baby.”

Billie starts playing some Girl in Red, and we both burst out laughing, but we jam out. After, I finish my makeup, I walk out and dig through my bag looking for my perfect drip.

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“What are you going to wear?” I ask.

“Ummmm...probably my Gucci track suit, the orange one, with some black Balenciaga's.”

“Ok.” I note.

I finally decide on a white sweater tank top, with gray plaid pants, and little black boots. I also decide to throw on a baby pink cardigan too, to match Taylor’s song. I walk into the bathroom and change and make my final adjustments to my fit and walk out.

“Goddamn, you are fine, like wow!!!!!”

“Stop.” I blush.

“No, seriously wow, we need to show Fineas and Zoe your fit, they need you see your fine ass.”

“Ok, but get ready first then we can go.” I giggle.

Billie rushes and gets ready, not that she needed to put in any effort, she was already perfect. I grab my wallet and phone, then we make our way out the door and down the hall to Zoe’s room. Billie bangs on the door and Zoe opens the door.

“What the fuc....holy shit you look good Y/N!”

“Aw, thank you.” I grin.

“Where’s Fineas?” Billie asked.

“Down in the lobby.”

“Ok.” Billie replies.

All three of us walk down to the lobby, Fineas was sitting at a coffee table facetiming his mom. He looks up and his mouth drops at the sight of us.

“Oh my god, you guys look stunning, not you Zoe, but damn!” he whooped.

“Is that mom?” Billie asks.

“Yes.”

“Let her see Y/N, she needs to see how beautiful she looks.” Billie said.

Fineas turns the camera around, and I can hear Maggie gasp.

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” She cues.

“Aw, thank you that means a lot.” I respond.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Maggie.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Y/N, you’ve created wonderful children.” I laugh.

“I know, Billie and Fineas have told me a lot about you.”

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I blush hard.

“Ok, well mom we have to leave I’ll call you later, love you!” Billie tells her.

“Ok, let me know how it goes.”

“I will.” Billie says.

“I love your mom!” I smirk.

“And see loves you!” Billie Laughs.

“Stop......are we ready to leave I’m excited?” I say changing the subject.

“Yeah, in a second, I just wanted to get her off the phone before she starts harassing you. "Billie says.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to say to Taylor?” Fineas ask.

“Oh my god, I don’t know.........what should I say?” I gasp.

“I don’t know what about hi I’m Y/n, dumb bitch.” Zoe mocks.

“Imma fuck your shit up Zoe, I swear to God! "I grunt.

“Bet!” Zoe replied.

“When you’re ready come and get it nanana, whore.” I sing.

“Ok, I think it’s time we leave, before some ass gets kicked.” Billie giggles.

Billie takes my hand, and we start walking to the entrance. I can see the limbo waiting outside for us.

“Fancy.” I marveled.

“I thought you would like it; you deserve it too!” Billie responds.

“Have a good time, be safe!!!” Fineas yells.

We wave to him before getting in the car, after I get settled Billie sits down next to me and hands me some sparkling cider. We make small talk and laugh all the way to the arena, I could tell Billie was nervous, but I didn’t know what about.

“Are you ok, you seen anxious?” I question.

“Oh no, I’m just excited for you baby!”

“Aw, I love you!!!” I blush.

When we get to the arena, Billie calls some people so that we could go in the back way. Once, we get to the back entrance, we step out of the car and into the arena hand in hand. A stage crew member hands us our VIP passes and hang them around our necks, they then proceed to lead us to our seats. We were seated in the second middle row, with a perfect view of the stage.

“WOW, I can’t believe I’m sitting in the front of a Taylor Swift concert, I’ve always dreamed of this.” I shrilled.

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“You've never seen her live before?”

“Know I grew up kind of poor and we never had the money to spend on things like this.” I reply.

“Well, I’m honored to be the first to take you, and I’m honored to get to experience this with you.....I love you!”

“Love you too....OH MY GOD it’s starting” I yell.

The stage went completely dark as a single stage light shined in the middle of the stage, and there Taylor appeared wearing her cardigan sitting on a bar stool. Everyone started screaming as Taylor began playing Coney Island. Billie and I sat in silence just listening and appreciating Taylor’s talent, this was a laid-back form of performance compared to what I’ve seen from Billie. I laughed, I cried, I smiled, all throughput her performance, with Billie of course holding me while I cried. When it came time for the concert to end and for Taylor to sing her final song, I started sobbing, Billie looked scared as she consoled me. After, Taylor finished singing her last song, Cardigan, she gave her final goodbye speech and the lights went out.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just witnessed an angel preform.....did we die, because I’m pretty sure we’re in heaven!” I sobbed.

“No Y/N, we’re still alive, and I’m glad you enjoyed the performance.”

“Enjoyed, I would sell my soul to experience this again!!!” I scream.

Billie laughed, “Well, I’m happy that you would sell your soul for this experience this again, I’d sell my soul just to take you to this performance again.”

“Can we please go backstage now, I need to meet her, I need to fulfill my dream of this moment!” I begged.

“Yes baby, let’s go.”

Billie takes stands and takes my hand; she waves over a security guard who leads us backstage. By the time we got back there a group of people had already formed, and I didn’t see Taylor anywhere.

“Do you see Taylor?” I asked.

“No, she probably went to change, I bet she’s sweating I know I am after singing.”

“Taylor doesn’t sweat, saints don’t sweat!” I said.

Just then I watched Taylor walk up to a group of people who I recognize to be her boyfriend and mother. She looked stunning, she did change into just a plain t-shirt, with balck jeans, but even with a plain outfit on she stood out.

“Well, let’s go over and say hi.”

“I’m not ready.” I stutter.

“What do you mean not ready, you just asked me if we could meet her?”

“I mean, it’s not my time I can feel it.” I answer.

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“That’s bullshit let’s go!”

Billie drags me over to Taylor and her family, I drag my feet the whole time, my hands started to supper sweat as we got closer.

“Billie please, I can’t do this right now!” I whisper.

“Yes, you can, you just have to face your fear.”

When approach the group of people and Taylor turns to face us, and I almost audio ably gasp.

“Billie it’s so nice to see you again, how you have been?” Taylor asks in the sweetest tone.

“I’ve been great, just living life on the road touring.” Billie smiles.

“Who’s your friend?” Taylor says.

“This is my girlfriend actually and her name is Y/N.”

I couldn’t look at her, I was to scare, so I just looked like a moron and stared at my feet with this weird look on my face.

“Y/N that’s such a beautiful name, it’s so nice you meet you!” Taylor bubbles.

“Thank you!” I mumble.

“She’s just supper nervous, she’s loved you and your music forever!” Billie cuts in and saves me.

“That’s ok, and I’m supper happy you’ve supported me for that long!” Taylor notes.

I stood still and listened to Billie’s and Taylor’s conversation as my mind went totally blank, I was standing in front of my second mother. I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long, and it finally was here. After, about thirty minutes of conversing with Taylor, Billie turns towards me, “Hey, baby, do you think you’d be ok to stay here while I pee?”

“Umm.....I guess maybe.” I whisper.

“Ok, I won’t take long, I promise.” Billie says.

Billie excuses herself as she makes her way to the bathroom leaving me all by myself. I felt so weird standing in the back of the group by myself, I contemplated going to the bathroom too, then I thought that Billie would get mad that I begged her to meet Taylor and now I was wasting it. I was deep into my thoughts when Taylor walked over to me.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Umm.....Yes.... it was super good...I’m sorry I’m awkward!” I stutter.

“You’re fine, it’s all okay, your outfit is super cute!”

“Thank you, yours's is too!” I said.

“Thanks, is there anything you want to ask me, since you’ve been waiting for this moment?”

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I don’t know why but Violet’s question was the only one in my head and I blurted it out, “Did you and Harry commit vehicular man slaughter?”

#corpse husband imagine

[tfw-no-tennis]

huntoxhunto

we watched 2 whole more eps but we’re abt to vacay so i better recap this biz now before i forget

ok so we finished the zoldyck arc and uhhhh gotta say we werent expecting like any of that to happen lol 

ok ill back up so we start w/killuas mom (i dont think we ever heard her name) confronting gon & co....and canary (i lov her) is not dead which i assumed but thank goodness. 

zoldyck mom was totally using nen. also she is off her rocker gotta say. tho that visor is super cool, albeit confusing - is it connected to a bunch of security cameras or something? how does she see all that shit? 

granpa is wild. his tunic thing that says ‘one kill a day’ or w/e is kinda hilarious, it reminds me of the ‘apple a day keeps the dr away’ saying...a murder a day keeps the....idk away????

i love that killua makes it abundantly clear that he couldve like escaped at any time lol. also tho why didnt he just escape....baby boy just leave 

killua getting all serious and threatening milluki if he messes with gon....my boys got it BAD 

this family has so many communication issues hvbjadkfbjaskdfj nobody is on the same page at all 

the butler guy continued to remind me of kuro one piece this whole time...i was waiting for him to bust out the ridiculous cat claws

oh my GOD wait the flashbacks of EVEN BABIER KILLUA were so precious ;_; he was soooo tiny and cute oh my god. so precious. and canary was also so tiny and cute 

baby killua really just wanted a friend :(((( and canary wanted to be friends w/him but knew that mom zoldyck would kill her if she overstepped like that :( thats so tragic mannnn

also canary is so cool man. her beating up all those guys was epic

ok that whole scene with killua and his dad was like, such a rollercoaster lmao

like....it was all over the place for me...first of all the ambiance was wack, the room lighting was weird and im p sure killuas seat was an electric chair??? and the dad was in a coffin thing..???? like....interesting aesthetic choices all over the place here 

also i see now where killua got his hair and also his catboy tendencies. the zoldyck catboy genes seem to trace back to zoldyck dad, who has kinda scary cat eyes 

also im guessing that the dad is the blood zoldyck and the mom is the one who married in. they sure seem to put a lot of emphasis on like, family legacy or w/e, but the two parents certainty go abt it in different ways 

the whole convo b/w killua and his dad was wild, it totally didnt go where i was expecting it to. his dad was weirdly chill while also being super intense? 

killua happily telling stories abt gon was so sweet....baby boy baby 

and his dad telling him ‘never betray your friends’ was rlly interesting...i wonder what his reasons were for saying that 

cause then he tells killua he can leave, and killua does, but then dad zoldyck tells mom zoldyck (i rlly need to find out their names) that he thinks killua will come back on his own time....inch resting 

i wonder if dad zoldyck made killua promise that bc he was trying to set killua up for failure - as in, he tells killua to never betray his friends, thinking that killua inevitably will & be distraught abt it, and then turn back to the zoldyck family when this happens. idk

also its interesting to me that zoldyck dad wants killua to lead the family someday. like, illumi is right there, hes the oldest and clearly dedicated to being an evil assassin, and he seems p good at it...i wonder why killua is the favorite....the grandpa (i think) did say that killua is Special(tm) which...yes he is a special baby boy i love him. i wanna see more zoldyck family flashbacks/interactions so we can see what led them to this point 

oh lord that reminds me of illumi briefly appearing in the killua flashback and hes just like, suddenly there, wearing some gay ass sweater....like ok dude did you just come back from the Evil Assassin Library or st?????

that reminds me too, ruth tells me that apparently in the manga illumi and hisoka got married or something???? to which i say, thats fucking wild, but also it makes sense, those two are both horrible and disgusting and they absolutely deserve each other hbvajvhsdfjbak peak evil nasty gay rep, i love it. i cant wait to see whatever the fuck the context to that is bc, thats fucking wild

ok back to the plot so like its so wild to me how smoothly everything went hvubsjduhfbjsh like....killuas dad was rlly like ok u can leave and killua just went to the butler house and then canary woke up and was like ok gon & crew lets go to the butler house to see killua, fuck the rules, (and she didnt even get killed for ‘disobedience’ or w/e, or more likely - in most big shounen, she wouldve been attacked by the other evil butlers and gon wouldve had to fight them)

killua Rlly was like fuck this place im leaving my boyfriend and his parents are here to pick me up [puts on gayest outfit he owns and skateboards away] hvbhsjdfbjdkf

i love killuas weird gay preteen fashion so far and i cant wait to see more 

killua telling the butler guy to let him know as SOON as gon gets there cause he wants to see him AS SOON AS HE CAN ;_; bro they r....in love 

of course the butler is trickey tho lmao, any other shounen this wouldve turned into an 8 ep long fight scene sequence where gon has to fight the butlers in order to see killua 

and the of course gon is the same way, gon is like i need to see killua RIGHT NOW take me to him!!! ohhh my god babies

the whole coin game was wild, it was funny when the other butlers got involved too lmao 

when gon was like ‘hey leorio can i see your knife’ i was like OH NO I DONT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING. and i was right bc OWWWWW baby boy oh my god!!!! but that seems to have solved it even tho thats NOT how swelling works at ALL- 

anyways gon is a cute smart good boy and i also find it funny how killua eventually gets impatient and just busts in on this whole dramatic situation (and the tension immediately deescalates as a result lmao) 

tangent but god its so funny seeing all these butler guys deferring to killua, an actual 12 yr old....i wanna see the hilarious and hijink-filled results of killua being raised as a rich spoiled assassin prince. thats a lethal combo thats gotta result in some wildly skewed perceptions on how things work, especially paired with gon ‘probably eats dirt for fun and sleeps in trees’ freecess 

godddd gon and killuas lil reunion is SOOO cute they were so happy to see each other ;_; bro they are SO cuteeeee augh. two tiny babies

killua being like oh hi also uh kurapika andddd [looks at smudged writing on hand] lorpo 

hvhhbajfbs dont do my man leorio like that killua hes a hardworking father 

the fact that they just like. LEAVE...thats so wild. i cant believe how little fighting this arc had. this all wrapped up SO much faster than i could have ever anticipated lmao 

where the heck was alluka!? i assumed she’d show up here but uhhhh guess not......in the silhouette shot of all the zoldycks she and killua were holding hands ;_; my fucking uwus bro 

we also didnt see the grandma or great grandpa so im guessing theyll appear later 

gon being like fuck it im not using my hunters license til i punch hisoka in the fucking face hvbhahsfbjsk thats hilarious 

also a convenient way to let him have his hunters license but not utilize it til later in the story...its so early for him to have achieved that big chunk of his goal, which just shows that hxh is Not your typical shounen and isnt gonna just be centered around gons quest to become a hunter 

so we finally found out what hisoka said to kurapika....just as i thought, it was st to do w/the phantom troupe. so theres a handy setup for the yorknew city arc later. bam 

hisoka just being like ‘hey meet me in this (presumably) very large city on this date. no i will not tell you where in the city to meet me. bye seeya there’ 

tbf hisoka is very hard to miss 

god when they arrive and kurapika is just like ok well we got killua so im out lol bye everyone....bro hvbjkhgbfjhdksfhjk that felt so abrupt 

and then leorio was like oh yeah same i gotta go study time to take the fantasy MCAT or w/e

AND THEY BOTH LEFT....now gon and killua r chilling but im like oh my god no leorio kurapika come back, we need some (questionable) adult supervision over here 

and like immediately killua is like ok gon do you have money. and of Course gon doesnt have money. so killua is like well you need money and you need to train so you can deck hisoka, so lets go to a fantasy version of an underground fighting ring! this is why kurapika and leorio needed to stay 

tho they probably wouldve just gone along with it 

they did all promise to meet in yorknew city, but thats apparently like 6 months away. are gon and killua rlly gonna spend 6 months at heavens arena

the part where killua draws the diagram demonstrating how much of a n00b gon is....hvbajdkhfbhajskf

AND THEN when he drew himself into the diagram and was like :3c wow im so modest HBJHSKHDFHBJS that was so funny

it was like that post thats like ‘you can tell when a cats pupils change and they just shift into Silly Mode’ thats what killua looked like...catboy

so thats basically it i think, gon and killua are heading to heavens arena to join fight club or whatever. tournament arc time! 

PREDICTION CORNER: 

i doubt this is the last weve seen of the zoldyck family. i mean we havent even met 3 of them, and we barely saw the ones we did meet...idk when theyll come back but i suspect theyll be making some big money moves later on and fucking shit up somehow 

i think maybe illumi or someone will like, spy on killua sometimes to keep track of him. or theyll track him by other means

ill use the prediction corner to reflect on incorrect predictions so heres a few. i rlly thot killua was gonna be more edgy than he is but hes rlly just a good boy huh. like hes a gay baby assassin catboy but hes so cute and good too. he just wants to live his life and hang out with his tiny bf like... omg :’) 

also i thot hisoka held a totally different narrative role lbvahkfjhjjaksfl i thot he was like main villain guy....hes more like an annoying creepy clown dude who (probably) shows up a lot to bother the main cast. we’ll see, but thats what i think of him now

like i thought hisoka would be like p1 dio, where hed be/quickly become a powerful antagonist who would amass a bunch of followers/minions (when actually the only person he seems to hang out w/is illumi, and theyre more like equals than an evil guy/minion dynamic)...or like i thought hisoka would be very well known as a scary evil guy but nope he was just another participant in the hunter exam, albeit a weird freaky one whose rancid vibes everyone seemed to pick up on 

anyways actual predictions, i think hisoka is gonna be at heavens arena, which would be super funny. gon is like im gonna train to beat hisoka and he shows up to do that and hisokas just there like >;) hey

i think if i had to guess, the zoldycks will show up again (in a plot important way) at the end of the yorknew arc/before the greed island arc. i know basically nothing abt any of the arcs but i do know the order they go in so theres that

i do think illumi will show up earlier than the other zoldycks tho, since he seems to be out doing his own thing more than the rest. also we still really havent resolved the whole mind control thing that im still convinced of 

i think nen will finally be introduced/alluded to heavily in this arc...or like, characters will use nen and gon will be like whoa whats that 

i think killua knows what nen is...maybe? it would make sense since im sure all the zoldycks can use it (at least, we saw mom zoldyck use it, probably)

can killua use nen already? that would be pretty funny. i dont think so tho. maybe u learn nen at a certain age. i have no idea what nen is 

also isnt gons nen power the power to like, turn into a really buff version of himself or something. how the fuck does that work 

ok enough nonsense its bedtime zzzzz

#the rambling continues.... #lj watches hxh #hxh

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2 dudes at this site i notice most one of them sez things like we’re gonna come sit here w the cool kids, like last week when theyre surveying by me on my phone. longsleeves under his neon orange tshirt, way he walks moves like geology ta andrew. like leaning forward n w some expression on his face. both of them really smooth faces kind of dark skin. yesterday when im sitting on the shoring beams hes about to go, shudders after what someone says to him. says to me he was talking abt something some drill marines related. you were in the marines? x years, my face :0, and you’ve been in construction since then? no i was in military police after that, :00000 and then five years in this company welder and carpenter. how old are you?? wait how old do i look. well i think you look my age, like this, ok takes helmet n glasses off, short brown hair, ohh okay. wym okay?? he says im married and i have a five year old. what??? and maybe a 14 year old i dno, i think its the high cheekbones and they eat everything on their plate one item at a time and im like oh shit i do that too so maybe theyre mine. im lfdknfmjfdg i think early 30s?? im 42. nnnO. no way. then hes like im fucking with you im 29 i dont have the 14 year old, here look at my id. shows me,..immmm. 1992. sez i look 19 20. and he is march 5 also a pisces tho i would not have guessed w that chaotic energy. talk about him n me talking spanish, people think i dont look mexican, i always approach people in english and then if its a paisa im like hey compa,, but hes like he fakes an american accent sometimes to throw them off. to hear them talk shit? yes that and also so they think i dont understand and get comfortable and then when they know i do, we’re all good. or if they were talking shit they know to go away. talking something about what am i doing, theres lots of shit in the dirt, laughs say that again? ..theres lots of stuff in the dirt,, no say it again. and what else.. hes like we have chairs, water. if u need it. oh and says i look indian? which surprised me i was like yeah pakistani. say you look native. i am native american, but my tribe is from mexico so we’re mexican, people think i look filipino. he is very beautiful w like full but not round face slanted eyes. and like fat silver tongue piercing. think very intelligent but not quite aligned but thats cool hes chaotic. and then todayyy god he says come you wanna try welding? yes !? i can? theres no safety shit? i say none of my people are here if you wanna let me.. he says okay come down here, so come down ledge where dirts been excavated, he holds out both his hands to me and i grab thick blue leather welding gloves off him. trucks are going behind me but i dont need to manifest them so its fine. i need to put on his face shield too, but hes like use my helmet it goes backwards on that u see the lips on this side. put it on, can you tighten it? i ask bc gloves are on. tightens it all the way but his heads too big jkflkfdk. i thot you had to squeeze the handle so i kept dropping the stick but just touching it to the metal makes the thing go, its all electric current o__O itss so fucking cool he grabs my hand n leads it but hes looking away doing it blind i dont know exactly what hes trying to do the top or just a line on the side, so i keep trying to move it one direction. n hes like youre going too fast. and then sometimes the stick gets stuck on and you have to jiggle it loose. and to end it you just go back, like sewing. he says i can feel you trying to turn it. in the face shield im like i cant see shit. bc mostly everything is dark except the spark. hes like yeah thats how i spend my days. obviously its all very hot but im not rly thinking about it like that. and then hes like okay i gotta get back to work, before they start laughing at me. in the tan light brown silty dirt we’re both kneeling in. m like yeah ok thank you for showing me!! n then when i walk away towards vanessa both smiling im like me enseño como hacerlo le conte todo lfjkf about yesterday, shes like que bienn, smiling. his name is fernando lol. dont remember rest of it from his id. anyweyz. his grey pants friend is funny too like quiet but w a puff bar sometimes and on his phone and doesnt speak to me w sweatshirt and sunglasses n leans back against beams on his break laughing at whtever fernandos saying w a ph** a**,nnvkjvkdf. learning welding n learning friendflirting w no follow up. but still fulfilling . hes like ill see you all this week probably, no prssure. crazy

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