#Frankie dalton

[tavners]

4/26/1981 - Happy Birthday to Michael Dorman. This absolute gem of an actor. His massive talent has blessed us with some amazing characters and stories. I love him to pieces and hope he has a fantastic day like he deserves.

[underwhelp]

What the Dark Hides

I'd met him before the outbreak happened.

Frankie was gorgeous, his sandy coloured hair complemented his deep blue eyes. Effortless style and boyish smile, he was the bad boy every woman wants to have but can't bare to keep.

The arrangement that we had wasn't discussed or talked about past a when and where. It was a surprise to me when the first night happened, even more when he made an effort for it to happen again.

I met him when he'd just finished selling a bag of whatever to another patron in a bar one night, slid up beside me and didn't say a word, just sipped at bottle of beer. It was me that tried for conversation, I figured he was too good looking to entertain anything more than a chat with me. When I realised he was biting back, we slipped out the rear door and he took me up against the wall. I could smell the rubbish and feel the grittiness of the plaster, but it didn't matter because this beautiful man had his mouth on mine nearly the whole time and his dark aftershave cut through the stink. I didn't cum but the thrill was enough, and when I pulled up my knickers, I thanked him for the ride and walked right back into the fray.

After that he'd call to my home, he seemed to have a sense for when I was home alone. It was never romantic but he enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed his. Sometimes he'd stay and watch my TV, I'd make him something to eat. We talked a little about our families, both of us had siblings and felt like burdens. I didn't know if he had other partners that he went to, if he had a wife but I wasn't going to move him in anytime soon, so none of it really mattered.

I'd heard all about the sickness that was spreading, saw attacks in the streets and shops, people latching onto strangers and loved ones alike. The virus had unusual side affects and the governments were scrambling for control. I think it was eight months after the first case appeared in America that Frankie came back to me changed.

It was late that evening, quiet and colder than usual, and I was standing in the kitchen pouring myself a hot drink. I didn't even hear him come through the door or step into the kitchen but I felt him at my back, his hands suddenly at my waist, moving quickly to slide around to my front. I knew his body intimately and wasn't very startled but he was freezing and I immediately thought about how cold it must've been outside.

I laughed, "Haven't heard from you in a while." I finished up my drink and relaxed into his hold.

The blonde doesn't speak instead his head nuzzled into my shoulder, pressing his whole body into mine.

I thought about the last conversation we'd had that resulted in him storming out. He'd been to an army recruitment day and was being prompted to get the infection for performance enhancement, there was talk of a non-human secor. He was convinced then and there and when he'd gotten to my place he had decided that we should go through the change together. I wasn't sure, I'd heard about the missing persons and people infecting children and couldn't see myself going through the whole ordeal, having to drink blood didn't sound great to me. Frankie got up and left, the door slamming was the last I heard of him for three weeks.

Back in the kitchen I touched his wrist, his skin so cold, I asked him if he wanted a drink, "Maybe we could find something else that would warm you up." I said while I started to rock us.

Still he said nothing, and had started to mouth at my neck. I wasn't overly nervous but his silence was unusual. It wasn't until I tried to turn and face him that his grip turned rough.

"C'mon Frankie, let up." I made sure to be clear when I spoke, i pulled at his hands while he sucked on the sensitive skin under my ear. "Stop it".

I went dead still when he growled, it was deep and gravelly. Then he started to move, pulling us from the kitchen to the hall, keeping behind me the whole time. All the lights were out, he must've turned them off when he came in. I didn't fight him much but I knew we'd have to have a talk.

Only after we got to my bedroom and the door was shut did he speak, "I missed you." It was the same soft timber he had, i hadn't expected him to say that.

I decided then that the chat could wait and reached for his face. I let my thumbs map his face in the dark, only his shape was visible to me. He lent in to my hands again surprising me with his attitude, he wasn't like this.

Frankie pressed his lips to mine, a deep kiss so slow I fell straight into it, his hands were gently caressing my back, long strokes from the nape of neck to my rear. It felt all so lovely. He took his time taking my clothes off while we continued to stand, only after he had me nude and on the bed did he strip.

Again his skin startled me with the chill of it, I huffed out a laugh, and told him to get under the covers. He wouldn't let me be on top of him at any point, he spent an awful amount of time kissing down my body under the sheets. It was like he was relearning my body.

When his mouth reached the apex of my legs I reacted for his head, he'd gotten his hair cut, it was close to his scalp now. His sucked on the fat of my thighs, nibbling and licking at the crease. I hummed out an "oh god", right as he descended onto my cunt. His tongue even felt cool when it did loops onto my clitoris. His right hand on the underside of my knee, while the fingers of his left kept my lips open for his flicking tongue.

He brought me to a slow orgasm, I sighed when he crawled up my body, and opened my mouth for another deep kiss, my own taste lingered. He kept his body close to mine, pressed fast against me when he did finally penetrate me, his hands searched for my own, before interlocking and bringing our hands to either side of my head.

I had to pull my face away from his to take a breath, the noises he pulled from me sounded loud, Frankie was taking deep breaths at my neck. I could feel so much in that moment and thought that it could've been because of the darkness, the slick running down my bum, Frankie's nipples rubbing into my chest, his sharp teeth.

A deep plunge and I feel him in the deepest part of me when he speaks, "It only hurts for a bit and I'll help you after."

I opened my eyes even though I couldn't see him, but a strange glow came from his face, like cats eyes Frankie's sapphire gaze was gleaming amber, and i knew then that he'd done the change.

Frankie never stopped moving when I startled, when I told him to stop again, his face moved toward my neck and i realized that i was about to be bitten. I tried to pull my hands away, to riggle but his hands and cock kept me in place.

The feeling of teeth breaking the skin as sensitive as the neck is one of the worst pains I'd ever felt. Stinging and hot, my back felt immediately wet from my blood. I screamed then first but couldn't keep it up, I couldn't even beg for him to stop, my voice had been stolen.

I think that I felt him both release my neck and cum at the same time. I felt him rear back and heard him groan into the air while he ground his hips into mine. I felt something dripping onto my chest and guessed it was my blood. Frankie never let go of my hands, so I couldn't feel the gaping holes in my throat, his cock softened, when it slipped out he lay down on his back before pulling me to lay on top of him.

Painful spasms started down my shoulders and cramped my hands, I clawed my fingers into Frankie's.

"You would've died if I didn't do this," he whispers through my whimpering.

The heat leaking from body and Frankie peeling the hair from the wet from my back was the last thing I felt before shutting my eyes.

[lunatichaotiche]

my digital footprint is not okay like if someone were to check it out before hiring me I would be sent to horny jail

[anhonest-puck]

frankie and joey from the basement yard podcast remind me of charlie and neil

[oncasette]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔…

✷ my character themed spotify playlists

ELIXIR OF BLOODLUST. astarion ancunin $100.00

AVIATION GIN. bradley bradshaw $21.86

BAHAMA MAMA. sarah cameron $50.00

CAMPARI. jennifer check $17.00

DEVILCRAFT. patch cipriano $4.55

VANILLA MILKSHAKE. charlie dalton $1.25

WHISKEY. jack daniels $16.99

AMERICANO. kevin dolenz $0.79

GRAPICO. steve harrington $0.79

DRINK ME POTION. alice liddell $0.00

VERITASERUM. narcissa malfoy $65.34

MELLOW YELLOW. eddie munson $0.25

O’HARREN’S SCOTCH. matt murdock $14.15

HANKY PANKY. andrew neiman $5.34

TRU: BLOOD. eric northman $9.80

ROOT BEER FLOAT. peter parker $4.50

JOSE CUERVO. javier peña $19.86

SHASTA COLA. peter quill $4.99

DIAZEPAM. harley quinn $7.37

MALT WHISKEY. harvey specter $1,324.00

JAGER. phil wenneck $19.99

LIQUID DEATH. everlark $12.74

[shih-coulda-had-it]

road house (2024) starring jake gyllenhaal is kinda meh with its soft points, unintentionally tragic with its thirst traps (HYDRATE THAT MAN…! PLEASE…!), and okay with the comedy (not as quippy as a whedonesque/MCU, but still a little off putting), but i did appreciate that every attempt to turn a stand-off into a gun fight resulted in gyllenhaal slapping the gun away in order to force a fist fight

[mr-walkingrainbow]

What like specific characters have you cosplayed?

Uhhhh lemme think.

Camilo from Encanto. 13 from doctor who. Lilith from the owl house. Both of her season 2 outfits. I guess technically Sebastian Smythe from glee? Maybe more Kurt. I wasn’t fully going for a character more just for ‘Another dalton academy warbler’ I have their entire exact outfit. Ummmmm. OH! Raine fucking whispers. Can’t believe I forgot about my non binary awakening. Um Merrick Hanna. Oh some Monster high characters low key. Deuce Gorgan. Heath. Jane Boolittle. Invisibilly

OH! Will Byers from stranger things!

I’ve done like, another wolf from the Wolfpack from Zombies.

Lady Gaga of course lol.

I know I’ve done others I just can’t remember them all lol 😭.

[the-random-sentence-library]

"The excellent selection ranges from the relatively traditional approaches of Luciano & Louie Culture 'Real Rastaman' and Frankie Paul’s 'Praise Him', to the completely modern, hardcore rhythm of Simpleton’s '¼ To 12' (all on the first volume)."

Quote selected randomly from page 356 of Steve Barrow and Peter Dalton's nonfiction book A Rough Guide to Reggae: The Definitive Guide to Jamaican Music from Ska Through Roots to Bashment.

Additional notes: Speaking of "Conscious Ragga Vols 1 & 2"

Quote was selected at random from a book chosen at random from my local library.

[lv3buzzz]

sugar plums i was going to send a selfie of me but it wont let me 😣

(starts sobbing)

😔😔

oh well

[itsgreti]

THE NEW BOUNCER

pairing. elwood dalton x f!reader

summary. a new motorcycle gang is causing trouble, but the new bouncer solves the problem within a minute.

warning. cursing, mentions of physical injuries

word count. 1,2k

a/n: hey guys! it's literally my first ff ever, i just wanted to try out how hard is writing in another language, and i can tell you that i was struggling a bit haha. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me! (divider is made by rookthornesartistry)

Working in the Road House was eventful. During the daytime, it was peaceful, but as night approached, the bar was no stranger to chaos. Lately, the trouble was caused by a motorcycle club, and its leader, Dell. He was the main source of broken tables and fights. Every night, he would swagger in, eyes glinting with wickedness. Tonight, however, things were going to be different.

(Y/N) had been working as a waitress at the Road House for a few years now. She had quickly become a favourite among the customers for her sense of humour and warm smile. But Dell's recent attention was anything but welcome. He would glance at her from across the bar, making nasty comments that sent shivers down her spine. She had tried to ignore him as much as possible, even helping Billy kick their ass out of the bar, but it had only led to swollen, bruised eyes of Billy and rude words to (Y/N).

Frankie’s only option to eliminate Dell and his gang was to find a new bouncer, and Elwood Dalton was the perfect candidate. He was known for his calm manner and challenging fighting skills. Initially hesitant, Dalton accepted the offer, as he had no other choice.

The other day, Dalton arrived to Glass Key, and as he walked through the door of the bar, (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at him from behind the counter. Tall, muscular, he was different from the usual arrivals, and he was an unfamiliar face compared to the regulars. He took in the scene with a keen eye, assessing the surroundings before making his way deeper into the bar. He met (Y/N)’s eyes.

"Hey there, what can I get you?" (Y/N) asked, her voice steady and friendly. It was rare for new faces to arrive with luggage in their hand.

"A black coffee, please." Dalton replied, his tone polite but firm.

"Um, we don’t have that. But you can try our Cuban coffee. It’s different, but it works the same." (Y/N) replied with a smile. Dalton agreed and waited her to prepare it. While he was waiting, he took in the ambiance. As she handed him the coffee, their eyes met, and she felt a strange sense of reassurance. There was something about him that made her feel safer already.

"You're new here," she said, more as a statement than a question.

Dalton nodded. "Just started today. Name's Dalton."

"(Y/N)," she replied with a smile. "Welcome to the Road House."

"Thanks, ma’am. Do you know where can I find Frankie?" he asked with a small smile at the corner of his lips.

She quickly pointed at a small room. "Yes, up there." Dalton acknowledged her, poured down the coffee, and made his way up to his new boss.

As the day went on and the light of the moon reflected into the bar, the place filled with people. The air buzzed with music and laughter. (Y/N) didn’t stop working for a moment as more and more customers ordered drinks. There were small fights, but Billy and Reef quickly wrapped them up. Dalton sat at the side of the counter and admired (Y/N)'s endurance and resilience as she also tried to put the too-drunk people in place.  

"The bar is always that packed?" Dalton asked (Y/N), who was mixing a cocktail with a customer.

"Yeah… " (Y/N) replied and handed over the drink to a girl. "But it’s normal, until-" Before she could finish her sentence, the mood shifted the moment Dell and his ass gang walked in. (Y/N)'s heart sank; she had been hoping for a quiet night and Billy had enough black eye for today.

"Wow, it’s like a morgue in here," Dell shouted and flipped the table in front of him for no reason. He scanned the room, his gaze immediately locking onto (Y/N). Dalton, watching from the aisle, tensed.

Dell made his way through the crowd, knocking over a couple of chairs in his path. He reached the billiard table to play some rounds as he had the past days, but he again terrified the other regulars. Billy came over to him and told him to get out, but Dell just laughed and pushed him back.

"Oh, Billy. You’re that stupid?" Dell laughed with his company next to him. "You didn’t learn, did you?" (Y/N) watched it behind the counter and decided to end it finally. She loved Billy as if he was her brother and couldn’t watch it anymore as the biker beat him up by and made everyone's life miserable. Dalton followed her every movement and decided to stand up if anything happens.

"Hey! Get the fuck out, now!" (Y/N) said with anger in her voice and stand in front of Billy.

"Ay, sweetheart. You’re here to protect your little guy?" Dell snorted and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. "How about you and I get out of here and maybe I won’t give him another black eye?" he slurred, his grip tightening.

(Y/N) tried to pull away, her voice steady despite her fear. "Let go of me."

Dell laughed, a cruel sound that sent a wave of anger through Dalton. Before (Y/N) could say anything more, Dalton was there, his presence a wall of protection between her and Dell.

"She asked you to let go." Dalton said, his voice calm but firm.

"Who the hell are you?" Dell sneered.

"Dalton," he replied calmly. "And you're done causing trouble here."

Dell scoffed, but he released (Y/N). "What are you gonna do about it, Dalton?"

Dalton didn't respond. Instead, he moved with a speed that caught Dell off guard. In a matter of seconds, Dell was on the ground, gasping for breath and clutching his stomach where Dalton had landed a perfectly aimed punch.

The bar fell silent; every eye now was on Dalton. He looked around, making sure his message was clear. There was something about him that commanded respect. "This bar is under new management. Anyone who wants to cause trouble will have to answer to me."

Dell scrambled to his feet, fury in his eyes. He charged at Dalton, but Dalton sidestepped, using Dell's momentum against him. Dell crashed into a table, breaking it under his weight. The crowd burst into cheers, and a couple of regulars moved to help Dalton drag Dell's friends out of the bar.

Once Dell and the others were outside, Dalton turned back to (Y/N). She was shaken but unharmed, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," she said, her voice a little shaky. "He’s been a problem for a while, but it was the first time he…" she tried to continue but felt a hand on her shoulders.

Dalton gave her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. If he comes back, he'll regret it."

(Y/N) nodded, relief washing over her. As the bar slowly returned to its usual noise and chaos, she felt a newfound sense of safety. (Y/N) handed him another beer, on the house this time. With Dalton around, she knew she could handle whatever came her way.

And as for Dalton, he couldn't help but feel a deepening admiration for (Y/N). She was strong and brave, and he was determined to make sure she never had to face trouble alone again.

[gyllenhaalstories]

BODIES IN THE SAND — ELWOOD DALTON 🎂

summary: it’s your birthday and dalton wanted to make it special.

warnings: eating, mostly fluff & smut (making out, thigh riding). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2730

gifs credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: today is my birthday and i am, for the fourth year in a row, making it everyone’s problem with a (very boring) self indulgent fic. 🎈 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

The dock master waved at you when you passed by. You did not leave him enough time to repeat his speech about watching out for the damn crocs like a broken record. You had visited the Glass Key Marina so many times since meeting Dalton, one could think the old man would spare you the lecture. Whatever. This time, you ignored him. You stormed towards the wooden pier on a mission.

Dalton, now confident in Billy and Reef's abilities to handle the unruly patrons on their own (if they remembered to lift with their knees), allowed himself a night off from time to time. The pay as the bouncer of the roadhouse supported him plenty anyway. He did not splurge much, judging by the fishing box overflowing with stacks of cash. When he did spend his money, he would buy all the books Charlie recommended to him or he would treat you to his new favourite food, conch chowder.

You were usually the first person to know about his sporadic vacations, except for today. You drove to the roadhouse and Laura greeted you with a perplexed smile as to why you were there without Dalton. Frankie walked down the stairs from her office and expressed the same level of confusion. "Dalton called, said he's sick. I think the boat dreams are getting to him. Took him long enough." She explained before helping her employees to get the bar ready for another night. Dalton, sick? You stormed out of the bar with the same determination that made you beeline to The Boat.

"There you are." Dalton, who sat on the railing of the boat, stood up and turned around to greet you. The look on your face, painted with surprise, satisfied him, it was worth spending the entire afternoon decorating his corner of the marina. "Happy birthday."

You stood on a creaky wood plank and took in the scene. Orange balloons matched the colours of the sky as the early sunset reflected on the water. There were garlands and streamers, basically anything that could make the dock look festive. You scoffed at the Happy Thanksgiving banner attached to the back of the boat that clashed with the rest.

Dalton quickly justified. "I know... 'Was all Charlie could find." He worked on the ribbon of the balloon he had previously secured on the railing and held on it tight. He raised his leg to get off the boat, but you interrupted.

"I appreciate the thought. This looks so..." You spun on your heels and admired the decorations for a few more seconds. "This looks really nice. But that still won't get me to climb on that thing. It's literally sinking." You pointed at the rusty boat that the dock master constantly referred to as a frying pan. You wholeheartedly agreed with the older man.

"It's not sinking." He leaped from the boat to the dock. The tone of his voice failed to convince you. "... Yet." You both nodded in agreement. Not yet. Soon enough, Dalton would be taking a nap with the crocodile.

You let him come to you.

He tilted his head, eyes squinting at you. "You know, those little footsteps of yours sounded furious. Everything okay?" He clenched his jaw, already bracing up for bad news. It was all he seemed to attract: bad news.

"I should be asking you! Are you okay? I went to the bar and Frankie said you were sick."

"I don't get sick." He shook his head lightly.

"Then why did she tell me that?"

"Oh, I asked her to." He marked a pause, as if that was enough information. You pressed him to grant you with more details. "I thought it was a good excuse." There was a hint of pride in his grin.

"A good excuse that worried me a lot." Your attempt at reprimanding him failed miserably, especially when his grin widened while he stepped closer to you.

Dalton carefully tied the ribbon of the balloon around your right wrist. He then flicked the balloon, watching it bop. "Charlie and I have been planning this for a little while. Couldn't find a proper banner in time." His chin pointed at the Thanksgiving wishes.

"You can say something cheesy to make up for it." You suggested with a chuckle.

"I'm thankful that you're born?" Although he said it like a question, he was certain in the sincerity behind his words.

"That does the job." You both exchanged a moment of laughter. "Thank you for taking the time to decorate for my birthday."

"There's more." He guided you off the dock and through the makeshift path to the beach, always hovering a hand over your lower back to make sure he would be quick to react if you fell.

You let Dalton walk by the shore. Although you did not mind feeling the water run over your feet and ankles, he had insisted enough times that it was safer for you to stay on the other side. So you just let him do what he wanted. Your hand brushed over his a few times and you caught sight of the smirk on his lips.

He also noticed your head was turned towards the water so he pulled you to stand in front of him. He lost no time to hold your hand when you reached behind to grab his. Dalton mouthed a quiet wow when he took in just how beautiful you looked with the pink sunset sky.

Things were simple with Dalton. He did not talk much about what lead him to Glass Key, but you learned enough snippets of his life to know he wanted things to remain this way: simple. He liked the way you weaved yourself through the routine he built since working at the roadhouse. You'd visit before work, at work, after... You would hang out at the bookstore with Charlie, you would sit by the bar with Laura. It all felt simple. He did not hide his appreciation for the time you shared. He showed honesty in his intentions with you when a kiss turned into a lot more one too many times. Plenty of whispered praises, plenty of love filled gazes. You took it one day at a time with Dalton. And today was a special day in more ways than one.

Dalton bumped against you when you stopped walking abruptly at the sight of the makeshift picnic set up. Beach towels laid on the sand and held in place by a bunch of rocks and a pretty conch shell. It looked a little funky but he knew you could not care less. "After my first shift at the bar, Frankie told me this whole sales pitch about the place." He let go of your hand so you could wander towards the beach towels. "She said this was a beautiful spot to have a drink with someone special." Frankie was talking about the roadhouse, not the beach at the back of the marina but... It was close enough.

"She must be right." You sat down on the towel, Dalton joined you. He attempted to say something else, but the balloon floating in the evening breeze distracted him. You watched him intently as he untied the ribbon from your wrist and attached it to the handle of the cooler.

You exchanged a smile and enjoyed more of the sunset. You wondered to yourself how people could live in a beautiful place such as this and forget to pay attention. How could someone get used to a view like this? You certainly could never. You knew Dalton felt the same.

And Dalton knew what you were thinking about. He had travelled quite a bit, both for work and to escape it. He faced the same reflection time after time. "I don't know." He broke the silence, answering your unspoken question. "Maybe they don't have the right person by their side to remind them to appreciate the moment."

"I like the sound of that." You shifted closer to him and his hand slid along your lower back to find its place on your hip. "It's romantic."

"Wait 'til you hear about what I baked for your birthday..." He let out a small grunt when he stretched his arm towards the cooler to pull it closer.

"You can bake?"

"Nope." He opened the cooler and tilted in your direction. "But Charlie can." Kind of. He let you take a peak inside to admire the cupcakes that he prepared with the teenager and with Stephen on supervision duty.

You found it so endearing how he formed a bond with Charlie. Dalton even grew to like her comparisons to western novels and cowboy boots wearing broody heroes. You leaned in to admire the desserts and chuckled at the sight. "They're all squished."

"Shit." Dalton whispered at the sight of the dozen of misshapen cupcakes. He pulled out the tray and set it on the beach towel. He selected one that sort of held its shape during the transport from Charlie and Stephen's house to the beach. "I swear, I frosted them all nice for you." He grinned apologetically.

You grabbed the cupcake from his hand and took a bite. You swallowed thickly and tried to contain a funny face. "These are..."

"Burnt as hell." He stole a bite from the same cupcake and grimaced. He looked down at the rest of the desserts and began to explain that he was sorry, that he really tried to make your birthday special.

You interrupted him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "There was frosting." It was not entirely false, but you hoped this would stop the train of thoughts.

He still looked unsure, he worried that he had messed up.

So you kissed him again, on the same spot. You would usually let him lead and make the the first move so he would not feel trapped, but you wanted to reassure him. "Spending time with you is a nice gift on its own. So this?" You gestured around you. "This is great. And this." You held his head in your hands for a few moments, waiting for his lips to curl into a smile. "It's all I need to have a good time."

The smile stayed glued on his face even when you pulled away. You reached for the cupcake again and Dalton took it from your hand to put it back on the tray, slamming the cooler shut for good.

"You can't waste the cupcakes, you worked so hard to bake them for me." You would have eaten a couple of the sweets had he not stopped you, you wanted Dalton to know you liked the gesture.

"Then the crocodile can have them." You nodded, agreeing with his idea.

"Maybe he'll spare you for another night."

The sound of yours and Dalton's laughter blended together as one. "That's exactly what I was thinking." He replied.

"I know I just said I'm having a good time, but..." You crawled to kneel between his legs. You sat back, keeping a safe distance to let Dalton decide. "We can make it even better."

He considered the implications of your offer. Now, he felt like he was the one being celebrated. You were a real treat, kneeling before him with a gaze he had seen many times before. You wanted more... You wanted him. Dalton leaned in, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

You let him come closer until your mouths met in a gentle kiss, mirroring what you did moments ago.

His nose brushed against yours while he left you longing for another kiss. The small nod of his head told you everything you needed to know.

You erased the distance completely and kissed him again with your head tilted to the side.

Dalton's fingertips caressed along your arms and guided you to wrap them around his neck. He deepened the kiss when he felt one of your hands cradling the back of his head.

You hummed when his hands began to explore your body. The gentle touching up and down your back grew in eagerness.

Dalton's hands gripped firmly on your hips, pulling you closer. He placed a hand under your thigh and positioned you how he wanted. He took it slow, one step at a time. His hand travelled back up to the curve of your ass that he squeezed a little bit harsher than you expected.

The whimper you let out only encouraged him to keep going while his feverish touches fuelled you to take this further. Your tongue traced his lips before he parted his mouth open.

Your tongues danced together while he let go of you briefly to unbutton his shirt. Immediately after, your hands were all over him. Your fingertips followed the shape of his collarbone down to the curve of his pecs to end on the valley between his abs. You printed each and every detail of Dalton in your mind.

Your loving touch spread goosebumps on his skin, or perhaps it was the breeze getting cooler. The sunset reached its last instants, the sun appeared to be swallowed by the ocean far beyond the horizon. The marina was peaceful, but not quiet. Soft whimpers and grunts filled the silence as the waves slowly hit the sand.

You paused to catch your breath, Dalton could not take his eyes off your kiss swollen lips. "Wanna make you feel good." He whispered against your lips before leaning in again to let his tongue invade your mouth. His hands rested on your hips, squeezing the flesh and making your body move back and forth.

You ached from the lack of direct contact with him, you needed to feel him. But, again, you wanted to respect how far he seemed willing to go.

So he put his words into actions. Dalton made you straddle his thigh, trying to adjust the best he could to make sure you were comfortable. With his hands on your ass again, he began to make you grind on him. At first the movements were tentative, he let you adjust to the friction between your core and the clothes. But when you moaned at his ear, he could no longer hold back.

You rocked your hips back and forth, succumbing to the ever-growing hunger for more. More of this heated intimacy, more of Dalton's warm skin on yours... More.

Every time a door opened, Dalton closed it by repeating that you were a nice person, that you did not want to know him in that way, that you did not want to get close to him.

Yet, you waited. You showed him you had all the patience in the world for him. You showed that you were not out to get him, that you simply wanted to make Dalton feel good too.

You succeeded. The more you waited and reassured him that you would respect his boundaries, the more Dalton wanted to explore what lied beyond those limits.

"I don't want to stop." You murmured at his ear, trailing kisses from his ear and along his jaw until your lips connected again.

"I don't wanna stop either." His grip tightened on your hips, forcing you to slow down. "But since you refuse to get on the boat with me..."

You remained categorical, he would never convince you to step foot in that death trap. "We can go back to my place."

"Oh yeah?" Dalton kept you immobile, pressed down on his thigh. Your whine of complaint sounded like music to his ears. "You think you can wait that long?" It was quite the drive between the beach and your home. If either of you had the genuine intention to leave, you would have done in a while ago. "I'm not too sure about that."

You scoffed at his assumption. "Can you wait?"

Dalton answered your question by capturing your lips with his in a rough kiss. He slowly, carefully, helped you to lay on your back. He guided your legs apart to make space, his gaze meeting yours while his hands caressed your thighs. He let the tension build, he needed you to give him one more sign that you wanted this just as much as he did. When your hips bucked forward, your body pressing more against his, he grinned. "I've waited long enough."

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Okay silly idea I know but which Yanderes would stay still while Darling was sleeping on their lap and which Yanderes wouldn't

Would:

Sanji, Zoro, Usopp, Nami, Robin, Brook, Buggy, Ace, Thatch, Marco, Izou, Dalton, Iceburg, Kaku, Rayleigh, Hatchan, Killer, Corazon, Bartolomeo, Katakuri

Depends:

Luffy - Really bad at sitting still, but if you happen to fall asleep on him while he's chilling on the figurehead or something then he'll be content to stay put with you.

Arlong - Depends on your species. If you're a fishman/mermaid, he'll be more than happy to hold still. If you're a human, you're getting yeeted for the audacity.

Smoker - Depends on how busy he is. He'll try his damnedest not to wake you up if he does have to leave, though.

Wyper - He's usually busy, but if you catch him while he's just quietly brooding somewhere then he'll begrudgingly wait for you to wake up. But he's going to complain about it later.

Paulie - He really wants to let you, but then he gets flustered and abruptly shoves you off in a fit of embarrassment.

Jabra - One one hand, he enjoys a nice cuddle session. On the other, annoying you is his primary love language. It's 50/50.

Doflamingo - If he's in a good mood and doesn't have anything important to do, he'll allow it. Expect him to bring this up every time you complain about him being cruel. How bad can he really be if you willingly took a nap on him?

Kid - Most of the time, he won't entertain this at all. He has a reputation to uphold. Keep that weird domestic shit away from him. Disgusting. But... if you're alone together in his room or workshop... maybe he'll allow it.

Law - He doesn't hate it, but he's very busy and won't put his plans on hold just because you fell asleep on him. He'll carefully lay you down somewhere and cover you with a blanket before leaving.

Shakky - She doesn't like siting still for long, she likes keeping busy. Sometimes she'll entertain it for a little while, but it won't be long before she's carefully setting you down so she can get other stuff done.

Wouldn't:

Enel, Lucci, Crocodile, Franky (he'll just build you a bed in record time because he knows he isn't very comfy)

[warping-realities]

Foot Funk - Steve (By the genius @dumb-and-jocked)

I haven't started work on completing Dalton Academy. But just like I did in the last break between my original publications, I'm going to use my time to pay homage to one of my greatest inspirations and who I now have the pleasure of being able to talk to and exchange ideas with. I started working with A.I. to make images for stories that I liked, I did this with storys of dumb-and-jocked who is a great author and source of inspiration. I know there is a lot of controversy in the community with these types of stories, but I particularly enjoy reading them knowing that they are relegated to fantasy. But I admit that I would really like to have chosen another story to make my first adventures with A.I. not only because it would have avoided getting involved in any controversy but also because feet are some of the things that cause the most glitches. But talking to the author and getting his permission to publish, I thought I should honor where I started. The images are not the ones I took the first time, they are new and much better. Maybe in the near future I'll work with his wonderful material again but even if it doesn't happen I'm very grateful for the opportunity.

...

“What were you saying about fags again?”

The conversation between Frankie and Steve had started out decently. Pleasant in fact. Frankie had come over to pick his bestie Mia up before they headed out for a night at the club. Dressed in a glittery harness over his shiny chest, too-tight jeans showing off his perky butt, and with his bleached locks tied back in a messy ponytail, Frankie was caught off guard when Mia’s father opened the door. He hadn’t expected for him to be on the other side, or for him to even be at Mia’s apartment in the first place.

“You must be Frankie,” Steve asserted with a gruff tone, letting the shorter, skinnier male enter. “I’m Steve, Mia’s father.” 

Frankie had never met Mia’s father, nor had Mia ever mentioned him. The pair had known each other for well over a year now, so Frankie had just assumed there had been a reason why Mia had never brought Steve up.

“Mia’s upstairs still getting ready, but you’re welcome to sit with me in the living room to wait.”

“Oh, that’s ok!” Frankie interjected. “I think I’ll just go up and help, being that’s my role and all.”

Frankie was referring to his duties as a GBF, but that didn’t seem to fly with Steve. The older man had already taken a seat on the leather couch and motioned for Frankie to join him. Frankie was hesitant at first, but eventually he surrendered, sitting on the opposite side. He prayed Mia wouldn’t take that long.

Steve started the conversation off like any straight male would: asking if Frankie had seen the game last night. When Frankie said no like any gay male would, Steve took it as his obligation to fill him in on all of the details from the previous evening. Steve droned on and on and quickly lost Frankie’s attention, but the use of one word instantly brought him back in.

“God, and that ref was such a fag–called it at the stupidest moment.”

“You really shouldn’t use that word,” Frankie corrected.

“What?” Steve questioned innocently, propping his legs up on the couch. “‘Fag’?”

“Yeah,” Frankie nodded, noticing how much space Steve was now taking up. He subconsciously moved a little further into the corner of the couch. “It’s offensive and doesn’t respect my community.”

“That’s cause faggots don’t deserve respect,” Steve responded, watching Frankie twitch. Steve readjusted on the couch to fully face Frankie, his feet inching a little closer. 

“Are you one of those straight dickheads that actually believes they are superior to gay people?” Frankie’s reply was heated. His nose began to flare, causing him to take in more air. He pushed his legs apart as well, taking up a little more room as he opened into a manspread.

“Well, there’s a reason why straight men have always been on top.” Steve’s words were smooth and confident. He tossed one leg over the other before continuing. “I mean fairies used to always recognize that before the media went woke.”

“Yeah well, I bet all the gay men that bought into that crap were seriously pathetic,” Frankie faltered, taking the defensive. He tugged at his button-up, opening another button to reveal a bit more of his hairy chest. Frankie was flustered and felt a headache coming on. He always got annoyed when arguing with homophobes, but this one felt different.

“So you agree then?” Steve smirked, wiggling his meaty toes. “Faggots are pathetic.”

Frankie heaved. “Alright, I guess some gay men are faggots.” Frankie’s voice cracked, and then he coughed. His Adam’s apple repositioned itself below his stubble accordingly. “Those fags must have some serious issues. I’m glad I’m not like them.”

“And you’re not a fag?” Steve pressed, repositioning his Size 14 feet directly beneath Frankie’s nose.

“I can jack off to whatever porn I want! It’s just a fetish!” Frankie was getting visibly mad now. The blood was pumping through his veins. His muscular arms were tense, his chest was puffed out, and his sturdy legs were bouncing back and forth, ready to pounce.

“So you agree with me, homosexuality isn’t real,” Steve affirmed. “It’s just a fetish.”

Frankie froze, realizing what he’d been trapped into. With a confident sneer, Steve simply lifted a foot up to Frankie’s face.

“Sniff.”

Frankie followed the order. The concentrated homophobic foot funk burst through his nasal passages and completely overrode his brain. The initial presence of the odor in the air was enough to evenly numb the organ, but the undiluted blast came as a complete shock.

After a few moments, Steve lowered his foot and watched as the new man conformed to his reality. It was then that Steve asked the question.

“God I hate ‘em” Frank huffed, running a hand through his trimmed brown hair. “It’s sad that faggots are wasting the space a real man could have. Their place is on the ground serving us. Inferior scum.”

Steve snickered, smiling as he watched Frank adjust his larger pouch before getting up to grab a beer. Frank proceeded to crack two open and, after spilling a bit and wiping it on his old sweats, rejoined Steve on the couch.

“So,” Frank started again as he passed Steve the other beer. “When’s that daughter of yours coming down anyway. She knows I’ll rail her with or without makeup, right?”

“Didn’t I tell you earlier? She’s out with friends,” Steve took a swig, moving his feet back in front of him while grabbing the remote. “You’re free to watch the game with me and wait ‘till she gets back.”

Frank nodded and let out a belch, leaning back into the couch and waiting until his pussy arrived.

[purplehairedwonder]

Fandom: One Piece Rating: M Pairings: Eventual Lawlu (plus non-con Doflaw) Words: 3,488 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Monkey D. Luffy, Nico Robin, Nami, Franky, Roronoa Zoro, Tony Tony Chopper, Usopp, Smoker, Tashigi, Coby, Dalton, Monet Summary: After Law purchases a house sight unseen, he starts experiencing things he can’t explain: footsteps when he’s alone, a coffee mug falling from the middle of the counter, flickering lights with no electrical issues. He’s a skeptic, but his friends convince him to call in a group of paranormal investigators: the Straw Hat Paranormal Group.

Of course, nothing is ever what it seems, and Law is haunted by more than just spirits in his new house.

[authorangelita]

3. What’s your least favorite episode?

4. Do you have any favorite fandom media you’d like to recommend? (Fic, edits, art, etc.)

9. What is one of your favorite scenes?

Hi! Thank you for the asks!

3. What’s your least favorite episode?

Of the whole series, it was definitely Right + Wrong + Both + Neither (S04E06).  I haven't watched it in a long time, but I remember being very bored with the whole Russ' past love story.  I was also not a fan of Golden Lancehead + Venom + Pole Vault + Blood + Baggage (S05E07) because I hate snakes, so I don't rewatch that one either.  I love Frankie though, so that makes me sad.

Of the Jack era, it's a toss-up between Fish Scaler (S01E14) and Magnifying Glass (S01E15).  They each had some good moments, but I thought the storylines in both were weird and didn't really fit with the show.    

4. Do you have any favorite fandom media you’d like to recommend? (Fic, edits, art, etc.)

Oh, boy.  Let's see.  All of @anguishmacgyver 's gifsets.  I especially love the series about Mac's complicated relationship with oxygen.

For fics, there's so many good ones.  Two of my most re-readable are:

In Extremis by gaelicspirit – Mac and Jack on a research ship that's overrun with pirates.  There's a lot of quality h/c including a drowning and resuscitation.

Let's Be Enemies by Ridley C. James – Mac has appendicitis on a mission with his team and Oversight.  Quality Nana Beth stuff at the end – Nana Beth is the best. 

9. What is one of your favorite scenes?

I love the quieter one-on-one Mac and Jack scenes.  The one from Corkscrew (S01E08) where Jack convinces Mac to stay behind is probably my all-time favorite, but a very underrated scene, imo, is from Chisel (S01E09) where Mac calculates how much paper they need to stop a bullet. 

Honorable mentions to the Jack Dalton family reunion speech, also in Chisel, and the scene in Compass (S01E19) where Mac almost stabs his thumb with the SAK while telling Frankie why he enlisted. (I made these videos too but Tumblr will only let me upload one, so let me know if you want me to put them in separate posts :) )

[tae-rambles]

OP ch 1115 SPOILERS:

So cute!

Wanooo! :D so glad they get to hear the message too

Beautiful! The flag fits so well :D

Demalo Black jumpscare lmao didnt expect them to show up

The Elders are seething lol

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA its just a silhouette but OMG

Even Zou can hear it! yay! :D Happy Birthday Carrot :D

Foxy!? :o

Zoro cosplaying a grumpy bag of potatoes lol

Nami's so beautiful

Nooo Stussy! you have to live to have a chance to find a new purpose! dont give up so soon! i cant handle any more deaths this arc! let Edison be the last sacrifice ToT (not that i want him to die but i dont see a way for him to get out)

YEAH fuck that old fart up!

oh no it didnt seem to land ToT

lol

Franky to the rescue! :D

That was close

I feel so bad for them. im sure they must have a lot of regrets :(

Holy shit what power in that cut

Its rai~ning men! HALLELUJAH

Where is this? do we know this place?

So beautiful! i know a lot of people already theorized this to be the case and now we finally have a confirmation

Sabo my beloved hi! :D good to see the RA again

Good to see you but cant the orchard wait a few minutes? curious

Damn thats fuck shit ton of water! where did it all come from? it couldnt have been just from melting glaciers, could it?

Everyones laughing except for this one guy...

Dalton! Kureha!!

Even Ms Goldenweek?

My queen! :D

I wonder which side used those weapons to cause all that... im guessing the ancient kingdom? since they were said to be the most technologically advanced so they must have been the ones who made them and used them thereafter?

I wish we could see what face Imu's making so bad! he must be pissed lol

What a wonderful chapter! :D