#you're welcome bish

[itsswritten]

Disrespectfully, I can’t stop thinking about Gone pt 2 so this is a formal declaration that I have beef with you until the next part is posted.

Lukewarm regards,

@daycourtofficial

Hehe im glad I’ve got you all begging for the next part 😉 but seeing as I'm more of a lover than a fighter 😘 here's a sneak peek:

~~~ You had always captured the attention of everyone, a trait of yours that had only become more endearing to Azriel as the years went on. But previously, he would bury those thoughts and feelings in the darkest recesses of his mind, never to be touched. Them only slipping out occasionally in his dreams.

Those particular dreams had plagued his sleep for centuries now, his deepest desires burying themselves in his consciousness to slide out when he drifted into a slumber. His suppressed desires manifesting themselves in vivid dreams, visions of you that often made him struggle with what was real or illusion. 

Some dreams were innocent, filled with whispered conversations under the starry nights. Dreams of taking you flying while your melodic laugh filled his ears. It was those nights he slept soundly, his mind surrendering to the hazy false reality.

There were also those darker dreams. More forbidden. 

The kind that made it hard for him to look at you the next day. It was those dreams he struggled to stir from, the kind of dreams where he’d find you waiting for him in his bed, or where he’d wake still hearing your moans and the taste of you on his lips. 

He’d had more of those dreams since you’d come back, and he knew he would definitely have that problem tonight after seeing you in that dress.

Was it really a problem though?

He couldn’t pretend that those dreams weren’t some of his favourites. As guilty as they made him feel.

And now, after everything. Knowing that there had been a possibility you could have been his, he found it hard to steer his gaze. Hard to ignore your allure. Hard to believe he ever could have been so blind.

~~~

You’re welcome 😘😘 @daycourtofficial

[fate-tumbles]

#LIVESTREAM

I just spent almost 2 hours writing what I thought would be one of my most favorite picture essays ever. And it had music and quotes and God knows what else in it.

Because I'll never know, because you'll never know, because Tumblr fucked up and it crash and didn't end up saving the draft. Or at least I couldn't find it.

But I came up with that idea and all my thoughts on it on the spot. And even in the raw form I felt like it represented me enough to share it because I knew the people who got it, would get it. Because I used too many references and layers, and some people can't fuck with onions.

And sometimes I start cutting my peppers instead because they feel more important at the time because that's how my brain used to work. But now I'm making it my bitch, since I know I'll always go back to the onions because I started there already. It's just not the right time for me to cut them now.

But I am capable of everything. And it's scaring me. Because now I want to live since I have so much to do, I'm wondering how I'll ever have enough time.

After my three car accidents for various reasons, I have been telling my family that I will eventually die in a car crash. But there is a reason why I didn't yet. And depending on what car I was driving and what I was doing to pay for it however much I could, I was either so grateful to survive or so. Despondent to think that it couldn't have been so easy.

I've never had a threat of suicide because I've always been too fucking chicken to actually do it myself. I've always tried, but I know half heartedly even though I thought I meant it. Because I wanted to give myself a chance to live.

Since I don't post anything to social media anymore, I didn't have anyone to bear witness, and I like that just fine.

Because I do it all baby. I can't box myself into a dating profile, but professionals and personals are supposed to know everything they know about me through my Instagram as you may?

No. To really understand why I'm about to commit seppuku is not because you're a fucking moron. Throwing yourself on someone else's sword. And inviting yourself to someone else's war on purpose than getting mad because you didn't research your tour guides enough and they let you astray. #thats ultra maga lame tbh #so sorry #hard knock life 🎻🎻🎻

You have access to my auto updating resume, and you might want me on your team because I'm a hard fucking worker. But you're too scared to even look because you know I'm going to come for your job as well too.

But you don't know that I never would because I'd be pushing you to succeed even more than me so I could succeed in my own ways. # we are not the same # thank glob # mutations rule # X-Men #freaksgive #beats

I'm already going to put competition, not collaboration, and I'm the fucking Capricorn on my merch so don't even think about it. I have receipts. And Tumblr always has my back.

And I finally know why they scream witness me before they throw themselves into oblivion. Because at that moment, they're falling into oblivion thinking they're doing what that gross dude at the top of the mountain was doing in Furry Road #funtypo #feelscute #maydelete #later but #enjoying #reading it #now #sothatcanbeenough #for me and #me only

Because he had the biggest balls and access to all the water and raped every single woman and child he made and came across. Doesn't seem like the guy I want to look up to. Even though he's put himself on the highest peak. Like I said, it's all about #perspective. Sorry I figured out the ultimate cheat code to my life and you haven't yet, but it took me a while. And I'm willing to help. Because I'm great at tech and video games and cheat codes and perma death, and whatever you're going to need in the situation because I'm also a gamer.

I'm better than you now but I've seen you succeed and outrun me every single time. And instead of getting upset, I finally get off the couch and run after you because it's fun to see if I can actually get you. Because friendly competition can exist. Because I can insult you and love you at the same time. Because you can't put me in a Venn diagram even if that's all you see your life as. Because I used to, and I used to force my thoughts into boxes. But now I'm following my thoughts and letting me take them where they lead.

[chaos-of-the-endless]

I enjoy their chaotic, beautiful nature very very much, so I share it with my bishes.

You're welcome, bishes.

I love you all very much.

Meow.

[heinous-eli]

Spoiler warning for relatively advanced level of plot in Hades 2. I've gotten pretty far in it.

I am beyond fucking heartbroken for Hades himself. I am devastated.

He fucked up raising Zagreus. Yes, he eventually reconciled, apologized, all that, but it took until Zag was well past childhood. Zag himself had to do the (flaming) leg(foot?)work to make it all happen, too.

By the true ending of Hades 1, you know that Hades knows that he fucked up with everyone, from his wife to his child to his Olympian relatives to his loyal Chthonic court members.

Melinoë is the child born of his rekindled relationship with Persephone. She is his chance to be a good father right from the get-go. He probably did whatever the Greek god equivalent of Lamaze classes and reading What to Expect When You're Expecting might be. I can imagine long and difficult yet loving conversations between Persephone, Hades, and Zagreus about how much they want the better version of their family to be the one that welcomes the new baby into the underworld.

And then, wham! Hades's own father shows up to be like "healing from ur toxic masculinity? learning that emotions are valid? caring about others? knowing better to do better? LOL BISH U THOUGHT" and takes it all away. Prior generations doing all they can to prevent cycle-breakers from healing. Too real.

I realized all this in the encounter where Hades tentatively and oh-so-tenderly asks after Mel's well-being and she responds with "LORD FATHER I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF VENGEANCE AND I HAVE NOT YET HAD IT SO HOW DO U THINK I AM DOING". Calling poor Hades "defeated" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Then, in the encounter right after that one, he expresses his regret that he, Persephone, and Zag weren't there to watch her grow up. And then HE ASKS HER WHAT HER HOBBIES ARE?!?! And seems saddened by the fact that her response is, yet again, "LORD FATHER I AM AN INSTRUMENT OF VENGEANCE AND I HAVE NOT YET HAD IT SO WHAT DO U THINK I DO WITH MY TIME". He is just so damn sad and full of regret.

He is the most dynamic character in the series, even without Hades 2 being unfinished. The series is named after him for a reason. Hades grows, changes, regrets, learns, all that.

My. Heart.

[masonmyluv]

Cutest way to say I love you

Pedri Gonzalez x vlogger!reader

Blurb/ One shot

Fluff

"Hello guys and welcome back to my channel! Today we have a very special guest...Pedri!!"

He clapped his hands and waved to the camera.

"Today we are going to do a very interesting challenge" you said. "Oh no" Pedri sighed. "The whisper challenge! So, we'll take turns in wearing headphones and the other person will say a sentence and we have to guess what they said! Easy peasy right?"

"Yeah" Pedri said. "Don't be grumpy" you said, poking his stomach. "Who guesses more words is the winner. Who should start?"

"Ladies first" Pedri grinned.

"What a gentleman" you rolled your eyes, putting the headphones on his head. "Hey!" "Sorry not sorry Pedrito. Now let me see what music to choose... Rosalia. Perfect" you said.

Y/N: I eat a burrito

Pedri: I go in rito? What the heck is that?!

Y/N: I eat a burrito

Pedri: I'm in a mojito???

"Okay okay... you suck at this" you laughed.

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?"

Y/N: I play for Barcelona

Pedri: you gay at zona??

Y/N: I play for Barcelona

Pedri: I playa for Bazona??

"Close..." you said after he took off the headphones. "0 points for me?" He asked with puppy eyes. "I'm sorry baby. You'll do better at other challenges" you pat his head. "I'm not doing any challenges with you anymore" he mumbled. "I heard that. Not so nice" you pouted, putting the headphones on.

"Let's see how's she's doing" Pedri grinned.

Pedri: I am your boyfriend

Y/N: Aim out boyfriend??

Pedri: I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND

Y/N showed him her middle finger.

"You're so cute" Pedri uttered, brushing your cheek.

"Let's move on" you said. "As you wish princessa".

You didn't know why he seemed nervous about this second try. Did you overstep by wanting to do this challenge with him? Obviously the fans knew about you two, but you never said those three words.

Pedri: I love you

Y/N: WHAT DID YOU SAY?

Pedri: I love you

Y/N: HUH???

Pedri: I LOVE YOU

Y/N: WHAAAAAT?????

Pedri: I L-O-V-E Y-O-U

Y/N: I love you? (you take your headphones off shocked)

"I love you too" Pedri smiled sheepishly. "You little bish" you said, punching his arm playfully. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a sweet kiss.

"This was all for today guys! Hope you liked it, don't forget to leave a like and subscribe to her YouTube channel. And write in the comments if you want me to do challenges with my girlfriend. See ya" Pedri said the outro while you stood there shocked and red as a tomato.

"That was real? Like it wasn't for the sake of the video?" You asked. "No, baby. I really love you" he said. "Yeah— but— why—" you tried to say. "Why I did it now and not other time? Well, I thought it would be cute" he said blushing. "So romantic" you battled your eyelashes to him. "Now come here and cuddle me! I lost" he said, dragging you in his lap. "Okay sore loser, I'm here" you said, pecking his lips.

Hope you like it 💙💙💙

Any feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻

[ronearoundblindly]

Hello darling! No pressure (I fukin tried to write this anon and YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN), but I keep thinking about a workaholic reader who needs cared for! It’s the beginning of a new year but she’s already worn out from last year.

You write such a real Steve, can he be stern about it? Tough, rewarding love? And you can request (that I stfu) anything from me, I wish you the whole world 💚💚💚💚

Drag me kicking and screaming :P

Dear bestie,

You bish. Fine. I see what you did there. Be warned, I'mma tap you back for this. Oh, it'll happen...

Not Today

Warnings for...Steve is a bit of a hypocrite? and that might be it? Oh, and Steve uses completely canonical profanity. It's literally the exact same line. You're welcome. WC 3.1k

The tech support department is a team. There are about a dozen people who are tasked with directly answering any Avenger's call at any time, day or night or holiday. You know your own team but not socially since you all rotate and shift hours. It's a fairly lonely job, and that's fine.

The world's superheroes don't know your names, can't distinguish your voices, and don't really care which of you picks up as long as they get the information they need. Steve Rogers is guilty of this, too. It's not on purpose, but he still struggles to remember more than just a 2-D connection can come from technology. Old habits are hard to break.

Then came Thanksgiving, and Steve took several for the team by coordinating casual progress on a few upcoming missions while the rest of the Avengers scattered to celebrate with family. He still saw people; he still enjoyed the festivities. He just also worked.

That's when Steve noticed.

He called your department at 1900h after the big dinner because a document scan was cut off oddly and he needed to see the original. You answered. 

He called again after the house was quiet and everyone slept. At 2300h, you answered. 

With barely-bridled irritation, Steve called instead of a morning run because he needed clarification on a recon analysis. You answered at the ripe 0500h, but he was too distracted to notice it was the same voice until that afternoon.

When it occurred to him that the same person answered four calls in a row, Steve asks for your name, but you politely remind him you aren’t supposed to say it over the line.

“Plus, it’s not important, Captain Rogers. Answering your questions is.”

He doesn’t like that one bit.

After the holiday though, it’s you picking up less often. The others are back in rotation more, and perhaps it was just a fluke, he thinks. If you can’t say your name, you certainly can’t tell him that you filled in for coworkers hoping to spend just a few extra hours with their families.

Your team works out of one central computer lab which Steve knows, but since it’s all by phone and online, remote shifts are common. Steve wouldn’t have time to stalk around the facility anyway.

He lets it go.

On his way out to the landing pad one night, Sam Wilson joins him in the elevator, suited up, ready, and on the phone.

“Thanks, Genie, I’ll call if there’s anything else,” Sam says before hanging up and nodding at Steve. “Ready?”

“Always,” he grunts back. “Who’s Jeannie?”

“One of the techs.”

“She told you her name?” Steve looks stunned. One of your coworkers doesn’t seem to follow the rules.

“Didn’t. She’s just particularly magical…and effectively trapped in a bottle since she’s always on the phone, I guess.”

Oh—Steve gets it now—Genie is like a nickname. That doesn’t explain why it is still you (because he just knows it’s you) answering calls so frequently.

“Are they short-staffed or something? People out on leave?”

Sam shrugs. “I don’t know, Cap. She just tells me what I need to know.”

They head off on their mission.

Steve Rogers doesn’t have much of a social life. Ok, fine, he doesn’t have any social life, but he’s a curious sort of man. It bugs him to not understand what’s going on around him, and in theory, this isn’t a huge mystery. He pulls up the time logs for the on-call analysis team and glances over it.

Whether he expected a simple coincidence or a mostly-female staff now that could sound similar, Steve’s not sure, but what he finds infuriates him by proxy. He stops himself from looking up the personnel file for your employee number though. He’s not so mad as to break that protocol.

For another week or so, he fights the urge to hang up on you and call again since he knows there are likely at least three other people available. It probably wouldn’t make his point clear because Steve doesn’t know what his point is yet. Instead, he grits his teeth and does his work, oblivious to his annoyance growing.

Until Christmas Eve when he walks by the lobby coffee bar just as he’s dialing your team’s hotline.

He doesn’t notice at first but the woman next in a long line to order scurries out to hold the phone to her ear, pinning it to her shoulder and opening her laptop right there as she stands. He hears your response echo in both his ears and looks up.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he huffs, stomping over.

It’s only when he snatches your phone away that you realize he’s there. “Oh, gosh, sir—I mean, hello, Captain.”

“What are you doing?!”

He’s downright terrifying when angry, and his fury coupled with your alarm makes you shrink in your own skin.

“I—I just—“

“What is this? Day nine? In a row?!” His voice cracks slightly as he barks out questions he already knows the answer to. He sees people staring around you, so he points down the far hall. “Conference room, now.”

He keeps your phone in hand and ignores it ringing three times before you even make it to the giant table. You look tired. He complains it’s unhealthy but when you try to say something he cuts you off and asks when you last ate. That’s simple, right? You have to feed yourself.

“I was in line, sir. That’s what I was doing.”

“Then you shouldn’t have answered the phone. Sit there, no, right there.” He points and presses one finger against the wood for emphasis. “You don’t move. You don’t leave this room. I’m taking this—“ he pockets your phone “—and you sit there.”

As he’s about to let the door close behind him, he turns. “And if you so much as touch that laptop…”

It’s explicitly clear that you are still terrified, but you nod.

He comes back with food from their private lounge, a variety since he doesn’t know if you have restrictions or allergies. There’s water and coffee already in the room. He sits and eats something with you, staring until you munch on a few things.

When he’s satisfied, he stands and hands back your silenced phone. “I don’t want to catch you overworking like this again, you hear?”

Your very wide eyes blink twice.

He takes that as yes, wraps his knuckles on the table, and goes back to his own work.

Steve gets exactly what he wants. You log long—but no extra—shifts all the way through to New Year. He never hears your voice when he’s not supposed to.

Except…he celebrated the clock striking midnight with Wilson, Torres, and some other employees on the roof, and after the crowd dissipated, Steve couldn’t get to sleep. He walks (wanders) the halls when this happens. The building is empty.

Of course, the building is not empty, so Steve smacks the glass door open in frustration.

“Nobody works in this lab for third shift.”

You’re startled, ripping your headset off and half-rising from a rolling chair. “This is my shift, and…I’m not nobody.”

“Agreed,” he spits before realizing how that sounds. “Gah—“ he runs his hand through his hair, pulling harder than necessary “—this is insufferable.”

“Agreed,” you mumble, sitting back down with a questioning gaze.

Thinking of nothing else to say, Steve then bursts, “have you at least eaten?”

“Uh…it’s two in the morning. It’s not a meal time.” You flinch at his powerful huff. “Have you? Do you need to eat, Captain Rogers?”

You point him toward a tiny table.

Of course, the phone rings, but he stares you down. “Are there other people working remotely?”

“Yeah but—“

“But what,” he says in a very specific way to indicate there is no correct response except—

“Nothing. I am actually supposed to work though.”

“Seventy-plus hours this week and you still think it’s required?” Steve kicks himself internally. He just showed his hand.

“No…?”

“Just stop—“ He doesn’t get to finish.

His phone rings, and he suddenly can’t say squat. Steve simply answers it, wearing the most sternly disappointed face he can muster, and leaves.

He gets bold. Something about the anger boiling up inside him at the whole situation makes him far more aggressive at trying to change your habits, more so now that he’s seen your face. You’re not a 2-D sound anymore. You’re real, and you really work too much.

He keeps a closer track of the time logs and sees you’ve, in fact, reduced your hours. Then he hears Torres say something about ‘you rock, Genie’ on the phone…nine hours after he spoke to you that morning. So he checks and you’re not on-call. That’s when he realizes you’ve been working after and before clocking in so it looks like you have no overtime.

That’s nonsensical to Steve. He’s livid.

He picks out one of the burner phones constantly available to his Team and does something he’s not super proud of but feels justified in: he looks up your address in your file. It ends up not being a huge deal because you live in an apartment complex almost entirely rented out by compound employees. Still. Steve folds in his own self-condemnation with his fury at your deceit.

And you lied. You lied to him.

He drives over and stands by the door, flips open the phone, and calls the hotline.

“Ready,” a female voice chirps. It’s customary. No chit-chat just immediately prepared to listen to and research the caller’s question, but he can’t be sure it’s you from one word. Then Steve realizes he can’t say anything because he’ll give away that he also knows you have screened his calls from his normal number during times you are supposed to be off.

“Unclear. Weak audio connection. Boosting in three, two—“

Steve pounds on your door because goddamnit, stop working, woman. There’s a very sharp squeak from the phone (and through the entry) before the line cuts out. His heart rate and breathing spike in anger when he hears a muffled, “what do you want?”

It’s sad, not quizzical or alarmed. You’ve looked through the peephole at him.

“Open the door,” Steve says in his Captain voice, and you do, right away, unable to not comply. He wiggles the phone. “I know for a fact three other people are on-call. Explain yourself.”

You’ve also straightened in anger, but the posture is defensive and fragile. “It’s not like my work suffers, and I can keep going—“

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” he barks back, stepping over the threshold and blocking the entire doorway. “And you suffer even if the work doesn’t.”

You have no rebuttal for a long moment, frowning at his intrusion until you try again.

“Well, you…you’ve been up since at least five—“

“I have a physical advantage to handle more than you on less sleep.”

Your face sours further. “And that makes you better than me?!”

He’s defeated by that, having first scared the daylights out of you by yelling in the atrium, then interrupting you at the lab, and now showing up at your home to yell some more. Steve isn’t at all sure what’s gotten into him.

His shoulders sink. He finally takes a second to look around.

“You’re done. You are off work for the night. Do not pick up that phone.” He snatches it away again. “Just do something else.”

Without moving your feet, your whole body swivels to look around your apartment. You fill the silence with a short sniffle before confessing, “I…I don’t have anything else to do.”

Neither does he. Steve has not a single clue what he’d do if he were told the exact same thing.

“It won’t fit,” you gasp in frustration.

Steve sighs. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” He continues to watch you struggle, leaning forward just enough so his breath fans over your face. “Go on. You can do it. It’s meant to be.”

“Shut up,” you whimper before dropping the slippery piece in defeat.

“You know in real life—“ he clucks his tongue “—they make cars big enough for your brood there.”

“Steve, this is the game of LIFE. I don’t know that anyone is supposed to end up with five children and a spouse. I’ll just have to strap him to the top of the van.”

As you delicately lay the little man to the side, Steve frowns.

“That’s no way to treat your beloved second son!”

“Who said it was my son I kicked outta the car?”

He barely stifles a laugh and goes to spin for his turn, but not Steve’s turn.

In order to make the game last longer, and because you both have somewhat alter egos, you are playing with Steve, Captain America, Genie, and yourself.

Genie has apparently been super busy having five children. It’s ridiculous.

So Captain America scores one for his perfect little life: a mansion.

“Look at you, Mister Two-Kids-and-A-White-Picket-Fence,” you chide.

One boy and one girl, of course. It’s now the running joke of the game that everyone’s life is terrible compared to Cap’s, even Steve’s.

Steve has three sons, and he keeps grumbling that he wants a daughter. You have offered him one of yours. He feigned offense. He openly hopes to avoid ending up like Genie though.

“I guess I’m just very dedicated to servicing my customers,” you joke in your best phone voice.

Steve sputters and blushes, putting down his to-go container in favor of sipping more water.

He withheld your phone to order, too, and insisted on paying for the obscene amount of food (because he eats like a horse, it seems). In addition, you are required to have half a glass of water every time your phone goes off. Self-care, he says. Hydration is good.

His phone has vibrated a few times as well, and because he’s him, Steve always answers to make absolutely sure it’s not urgent. He talks in his Captain voice, which gave you the idea to make him play the board game like that. He’s actually quite funny trying to get it together and ‘act the part’ while he spins a tiny rainbow dial that he’s already broken twice.

The air of irritation he arrived with has dissipated, and he smiles more. It makes you smile to see him relax. He’s more animated than you would have guessed. He holds himself very straight and still as Cap; Steve is a lot more approachable and a lot easier to make fun of.

He almost left in a completely flabbergasted huff when his original suggestion was for you to have a hot bath or something. Your quick “what are you gonna do? Watch me?” made Steve nearly crawl out of his skin in apology, but you decided to put him out of his misery and suggested eating instead.

“Right. Food,” he muttered under his breath, “that’s a good, basic life requirement…”

And that’s when you also had the idea for this game.

Best decision ever.

He’s never played, so you only made it through a few turns before the delivery arrived. Steve is practically a natural…a natural loser, that is, and it somehow makes him even more perfect. As Cap, he fights for justice, but he doesn’t fight over game rules or what’s fair about random cards and moving in an arbitrary pattern on the board. He doesn’t care if he wins, and oddly, you feel like the gleam in his eyes says “I’m winning by just being here.”

You feel the same. This is the most fun you’ve had in a long time, and it’s just a stupid foldout piece of cardboard. He’s just that magical.

So you both hide away in your own little bottle all night.

More jabs, more setbacks, more triumphant returns from behind later, and you barely care who wins. You chat absently between every spin. You have too much fun going wild with your alter ego’s stories. Then it’s past the three-hour mark of no-calls and quite late.

The food isn’t all gone, so you hop up to make Steve a doggy bag to take home. He shifts from relaxed to wildly awkward in the space of your walk back over.

“So,” he drawls, staring at your two phones on the coffee table, side by side and silent.

“So,” you mimic with a smirk, “I promise to not work until tomorrow, logged in or not. You have my word. Scouts’ honor.”

“I’d say I trust you—“ he bobs his head around, thinking “—but I don’t, so I might have to check up on you.”

“Oh dear,” you gasp. “A home visit? Expected or unexpected?”

He clearly feels bad about how he ended up here for the night, but Steve steps forward to take the wrapped offering of leftovers.

“Maybe expected. Next week? Same time?”

“Sure. I can survive on eating once a week.” It’s cheeky and a little forward of you, implying you might only eat with him and so he should see you that much more, but Steve beams.

He squints a little. “Or maybe sooner?”

“I’d like that. This…this was fun.” You step closer to gently kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Captai—Steve. Thanks.”

“Next time, I want a daughter,” he laughs, tilting to kiss your cheek, too, and then he jumps back and slaps his forehead. “No. Not like. I’m so sorry. That came out all wrong.”

You cackle while he still tries to correct himself.

“We can play the game. And in the game, it would be nice if—would you stop? I didn’t mean it like that.”

A few big breaths has you settling but just barely.

“I know, but hey, maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up?”

Steve swallows hard with huge eyes.

“To the top of the van, that is, because you would give up your seat for the children, right?”

Yeah, he would, he agrees and sees himself out, adding one more good night as he plucks his phone back, pushing it into his pocket next to the burner.

On his ride home, he already has the urge to check.

“Hey,” you answer immediately. “What’s up?”

“You aren’t supposed to pick up. You promised,” he snorts, smiling.

“But I knew it was you.”

He’ll be mad at that eventually. He should be mad at that. He could give another Captain speech about overworking and caring for yourself and yadda yadda, but not today.

No. Not today.

Today, you cared for each other, even though you didn’t know how, even though you didn’t want to, even though it was hard. Tomorrow, you can both care even more.

Immediately started bawling. Whoops.

Reminder to self: it isn't even the big things that make you feel cared for. Sometimes it's just a very simple joy.

[Main Masterlist]

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[weswrld420]

intro basically.

hey, my name is wes. welcome to my world.

i'm admittedly not very familiar with tumblr (more of an insta bish), but i decided to start with an introduction so you can get a sense of who you're dealing with, aha.

i'm a 22 y/o trans guy located in virginia, usa. i am queer in some manner (not sure about specifics, don't really care to label any further), monogamous, & married to my partner of 7+ yrs. i'm also an animist & neo-pagan.

likes: anime, ouid (idk what tumblr's policy is on that hm), dead poets society, nature, making various types of art, burgers, sushi, cheez-itz, watching the same youtube videos 7684293756 times, star wars, fashion, writing (mostly poetry), java monster, baths, the color green, casual/cozy games, reptiles (esp dragons & iguanas)

dislikes: ritz crackers, wearing shirts (after top surgery, i might never wear a shirt again), beans, uncomfortable shoes, velvet, cold weather, loud noises, capitalism, zionism, jk rowling, rainbow capitalism, greenwashing

not exactly sure if i want this blog to have a dedicated niche or if i just want it to be a chaotic melting pot of all my interests, so stay tuned for the result ig.

as i said, the other social platform i am active on is instagram. it is the same as my handle here (weswrld420), so feel free to follow. until next time, fellas.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bishop and 19, please and thank you.

Sure! And you're welcome :)

Prompt: “YOU DID WHAT?!”

Warnings: Mentions of a baby (not Reader's); fluff

"So don't freak out," Is what you start with. It's probably a bad way to start—alright, it's definitely a bad way to start. Bishop's eyes darken a touch, his hands tightening around his newspaper. He closes it, leaning back in his seat.

"What the hell is this gonna be now, huh?" He asks dryly. You bite your lip, lowering yourself into the seat beside his.

"I may have...Accidentally...Takenyourbiketogotothegrocerystore."

"You did what?" Bishop sits up, eyes widening.

"May have!"

"Accidentally?"

"...Accidentally on purpose? Listen," You raise your hands to staunch the wave of irritation. "Letty needed my car, I let her take it, and you were in Templo! I went, I came back, the bike's outside, it's in one piece!"

Bishop jumps up from his seat, striding over to the window and peering outside.

"The hell did you need so badly that you couldn't send a prospect for? Or Chucky?" Bishop spits, turning to look at you. You glance toward the others before you push yourself up to join him.

"One of the girls needed formula for her kid. She hasn't been able to get any, and she was worried about going home empty-handed. Bish," You tip your head into his field of vision as he glances outside. "She looked so worried. I couldn't just do nothing."

Bishop sighs through his nose, bracing his hand on the window sill and nodding a little.

"Don't do it again," He warns.

"...I mean, I'll try, but I shouldn't promise anything."

Bishop smiles, raising his hand and cupping your cheek, giving it a gentle pat.

"I mean it," He warns.

"Yeah, I know."

[fianne-0123]

WOMAN. For some reason, I just realized that some normies are starting to colonize Tumblr and turn it into basic land, aka tiktok. Girl, I've seen so many posts hating on like, fandoms and the people in em bein' all like, "Imagine crying of this-" "Imagine liking that-" like- WHAT THE HECK ARE THEY DOING HERE ON TUMBLR 😭😭

Like, this is supposed to be a safe space for nerds and geeks, for them to be 'weird' and stuff 😧😧. This is the place where no matter how unhinged you are, as long as you're being RESPECTFUL, you're welcomed. And now these COLONIZERS are barging in here acting all mighty and stuff because they're like, sooooo basic. 🤨🤨🤨

Anyways, get ykw on Tumblr bish. We'd have so much fun here. IF WE DON'T GET TURNED INTO BASIC Bs 🙄🙄

Be weird be nice have fun

-L

prayers that tumblr ends up more like 4chan than reddit and tiktok, honestly. and 4chan's like, simultaneously the best and worst place on the internet.

[writers-ex]

🦦 in the house, how’s everyone doing?

ohoho anons taller than you get hugs I hear?

Prepare yourself to face me with your arms open hannie >:)

Kidding, this goes out to everyone that sees this. It’s all love here, I had a tough week myself screwing myself over with university applications. I also look too intimidating irl for anyone to be touchy with me except for my dog but best believe I’ll hand out hugs if I’m asked to, or may get touchy with others when I’m drunk.

Hannie, any book recs? Any genre would do, I’d like to see what you enjoy reading. Movie/show recs would do too :D (open to all anons too)

I’d love to insert a picture of my goldfish here but I’d have to reveal myself as I can’t post it while on anon. Maybe I’d do it one day when I have the confidence to. I also just applied to the top university in my country in hopes to get into the supposedly strong sociology department, crossing my fingers I get in considering I topped my school 🐸 . I’m also trying to pick up a new language, and have some volunteering at soup kitchens planned, excited to volunteer w my friends.

Here’s a short little digestible playlist for you to show you that you’re appreciated, greatly so. (Yes, you, hannie.)

You’ve honestly only been the only tumblr author I’ve been comfy enough with to interact with

Jakob- Next to Me

Matt Maltese- Everyone Adores You ( at least I do)

Sir Chloe- Walk You Home

Crumb- Ghostride

The Strokes- Call it Fate, Call it Karma

I don’t know what the weathers like, so bring an extra jacket out if it’s cold, wear sunscreen, drink enough water, get your dietary fiber, and don’t drink too much cold drinks. I’ll always take time to look at your updates, so will many of us, so if you need someone to lean on, we’re here 🥳

Go have the best week ahead

you're welcome to answer 🦦 here in the comments or in the ask box bc they're very cool B) and i'll murder anyone who says otherwise <3 and yes free hugs to anyone taller than 5", 4'9 below gets headpats hehe

i felt that- school has been just brain dead like…i'm too tired to type this out T^T and BET you probably look like a cinnamon roll, 100/10 would hug you if we met IRL

BOOK RECS READ THE WHOLE UNIVERSE OF LEIGH BARDUGO SO GOOD, also i love the selection series by kiera cass my girl it was my comfort books in high school, might you be interested in the whole percy jackson series bc i read everything in over month…ish

and as for shows/movies…. currently here are my top you must watch or leave my blog shows <3 -the untamed found on youtube (i have reseen this series over eight time completed and the special episodes and manhwa….i might rewatch it tonight lol) -bbc sherlock idk where to see this (i have memorized the line of every episode minus s4 and…this show was my middle school angst dreams i love it plz see) -OMG THE ENTIRE TOMB RAIDING SERIES WITH WUXIE AND THE IRON TRIANGLE YES OMG PLEASE WATCH THIS I KNOW ITS LONG BUT OMG I WILL LITERALLY MARRY ANYONE THAT HAS SEEN OR KNOWS WHAT THIS IS TT I LOVE THIS SO FLIPPING MUCH NEXT TO THE UNTAMED ASJFLKJDKJKDSJFLKADJLKFJDL (i HIGHLY recommend the ultimate note and sound of providence both on youtube, OR WATCH THE TIME RAIDERS MOVIE i will explain everything u're confused abt) -secret crush on you youtube bish (let me tell u if you can make it past the first three epsiodes you will be GREATLY surprised… just saying) OR my school president also on youtube (it made me want to go back to high school so flipping cute) -the castle in the sky studio ghilibi movie (i've seen it four times and love the entire thing, so comforting and unique <3) -big hero6 or cars 2 (they made my childhood like 10x better idk) -THE LAST OF US BROOOOOOOOOOOOOO (i am DEAD this show is CRAZY, i am terrified of zombies and cried for three days straight when i saw the first 15 minutes of the train to busan and have never finished it sincee BUT the amount of zombies lessens per epsiode and it focuses on the characters…just don't watch at night if you're a chicken like me) -animes…i loved kuroko no baske (a basketball anime that motivated me to play every single day in highschool…by myself bc no one wanted to play outside with me not even the guys that played in the court next door offered to let me join in bc i was a girl BISH FIGHT ME-) OR the promised neverland but the manga not s2…we don't talk abt that…

oooh i love goldfish if you feel comfortable you can dm the photo or send it on asks and i'll save the photo and upload it to the blog tagging your anon handle <3 i hope you get into the uni of your choice, that's a cool career path i wish you the best and hit me up if you need dental advice XD i'm trying to learn italian and ASL and that so wonderful you volunteer with your friends sends you a high five through my screen

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW THANK U I FEEL SO HONORED TT nah thank YOU for lighting up my ask box, not just you but ALL of you thank you soooo soo sooo sooo sooo soooo sooo soo MUCH <3 it means the world to me and beyond bc you take some time in your day to read or send an ask bows politely i hope to keep your thoughts safe and judgement free plus put a smile on your face if i'm able, each and every one of you deserves it

i loved the last playlist you told me abt this monster school and i vibe to it sm i made a spotify playlist for when any anons sends in an ask so i will gladly add these to it thank you :3

yeah its so hot here…i will drink water and love cold drinks so… haha ^-^);; back to you, please get sufficient rest or at least go to sleep at midnight NO LATER >:l, stretch b4 doing any activites, GO LOOK UP AT THE CLOUDS seriously my whole camera roll is of clouds bc they're so pretty, always carry a bandaid just in case, wash your hands for 20 seconds, and buy that thing you wanted this month <3 awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww thank you i will update you guys if anything but i'm just pooped rn T-T

wishing you the best week ever >3<

[fuckinuchihas]

✧༺♥༻∞ WELCOME EVERYONE!!! ∞༺♥༻✧ Send me a Rose 🌹 and who you’d offer it to if it was the very last one and I’ll send you back…SOMETHING that I hope you’ll love. Whether it’s an edit, a drabble, a scenario or a handful of hcs. I’ll be selecting at random depending on the mood, so… hope you don’t mind. 
If you are over the age of 18 and are okay receiving NSFW stuff (cause lesbireal yall a bunch of thots) make sure you add an eggplant or a butterfly emoji.  The fandoms I have experience writing for: 
Naruto
Haikyuu!!
Kuroko No Basuke (Kuroko’s Basketball)  Other fandoms I’m willing to write for are:
Yuri on Ice
Run With The Wind
Given
That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime
The Morose Mononokean
Demon Slayer
Jujustu Kaisen
Ace of the Diamond  
Disclaimer (I won’t write Hinata or Hoshiumi smut, lsorry I just can’t.)

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

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[littlemessyjessi]

Interested to know your thoughts on poly skz?

Hello, my love! I got you! So maybe we'll do this ships x reader style. Sound good?

Ok, so just a disclaimer before everyone gets up in their feelings. I obvs don't know SKZ and therefore I know nothing about their personal lives. I know some people have certain opinions about shipping but guys, this is fanfic. Therefore, we're already accepting that it's a fantasy. And obviously I'm just picking ships for the reactions. So for the antis... chiiiiiillllllll. Now, for the rest of you, welcome and I hope you enjoy. *kiss, kiss*

Now, that that's out of the way, let's begin!

So we're starting with MinSung (Minho and Jisung).. because I'm selfish, lol. I admittedly live and breathe for it.

So it probably started with you being Jisung's partner. And truthfully you ended up calling him out on his little crush on Minho eventually. I mean, come on. Poor Jisung. A blushy, stuttering mess. Eventually, he cracks because it's kind of obvious and also there's no way he can lie to you. He is BLOWN AWAY when you suggest that you're ok if he wants to experiment with Minho . He nearly dies when you tell him if it's something he wants to experiment with but if he's too nervous to do it alone, that you could have a threesome as long as Minho was comfortable with it. Honestly, he burst into fucking tears. It was just that he was overwhelmed. He had been scared that that was gonna be the end of you and then it turns out that you were not only completely accepting but also incredibly supportive. He almost proposed marriage right there.

Now, Minho, bless him, lol. 100% acted like he had no idea what you were talking about when you brought it up. Because you know, bunny is too fucking cool or whatever. HOWEVER. Like a month later, Mr. Bunny gets drunk off his ass and guess what? Straight up kisses you both. Poor Jisung is just left floundering but you smirk because you fucking called it.

I'd say it's a slow process in general. With both of them but if you're patient and reassuring then it transitions from occasional experimenting to a wonderfully loving and supportive relationship.

Next is ChangLix (Changbin and Felix)! Because guess what? I'm still being selfish, lol.

Now, here's the deal. Changbin and Felix are both cuddlebugs. And both are clingy AF. I say that in the best, most loving way. So honestly I can kinda see how someone would just be out with it ya know.

For example, Felix strikes me as the type of person that once he's in, HE'S IN. Ya know, the type of person to be completely candid with his partner.

So, I could easily see him being like, "Hey, baaaaabyyyyy. Can we invite Binnie over sometime to play?" Like, that kind of simple. And as if you would ever have the STRENGTH to say no to that face. Bish, please. DON'T even try.

Now, Changbin, as romantic, affectionate and loving as he is, he is also wicked smart. He's a logic man. So while he adores you and does feel safe enough to share things with you... he is also human and does feel the fear of things like rejection and pain. So I'd say he'd have a pretty good idea before he ever brought it up. He would have been paying attention to you and how you react to Felix. Which truthfully is very hard to get an actual reading on. Because Felix is adorable and lovable and easily charms most people. I mean, come on. Who doesn't instantly fall in love with that baby chicken? So Binnie would be watching and observing and only after he was sure that A, you loved him and would support him no matter what and B, might possibly be interested in Felix that way would he bring it up. He would be soft and comforting but also very direct- not mincing the words and getting to the point. When you simply kiss him and tell him that you love him and would love to go on this journey with him, every feeling he's ever had for you is just completely locked in place.

The relationship would actually blossom rather quickly and be one full of affection and love but also damn near unbreakable. Like the relationship between the three of you IS the force to be reckoned with... because nothing stands a chance of breaking it.

Next is HyunChan/ ChanJin (Hyungjin and Chan). (Pst. Still being selfish over here).

Now, look. You're gonna have to be the one to take the lead on this one. Because Hyunjin, even though he's dramatic as hell, is not gonna bring this up. Not happening. And Chan, even though he's Mr. Leader.... he's a shy baby when it comes to this.

So I hope you are prepared to spot, process, initiate and pretty much carry this whole situation in the beginning. Cause it's on you, love.

However, listen. Red Lights had a mood and it was easy to read if you take a certain look at it. Just saying.

So anyway, this probably starts with you as a friend and not dating either of them. Just an innocent bystander who can see the secret goo goo eyes they give each other.

You get sick of the lingering looks they keep giving each other and finally just tell them to date already.

What shocks you is when they reveal that they already are and have both been trying to work up the nerve to ask you to be their third.

And we end with JeongMin (Seungmin and Jeongin) which are my babies. I would defend them against the world.

So anyway.

With Seungmin, I could easily see this as him just simply asking you what you think about Jeongin joining you one night. Yes, he's adorable and yes he's got the puppy vibe but he strikes me as a man of directness. He's not rude. Just to the point and I feel like if he loves you then he's going to tell you if something has changed with him and he's interested in trying. Be grateful that he has shared this with you because that means he truly feels comfortable and it's a blessing that not only has he told you but that he wants to experience this with you by his side.

Now, baby bread. First of all, I am attacked by this man. Because damn it... he was all baby face what feels like SECONDS ago and now he's a whole ass man. And I struggle. But this is nothing new. I did it with Jungkook too. Regardless of the fact that that ho is actually OLDER than my fiance. But I digress.

Back to Jeongin. I feel he's gotta THINK about it. Like really think about it. He needs time to process what exactly he's feeling and when it hits him that he feels it for the both of you, he probably trips a little. But eventually I think he'd be the type to sit you both down and have a chat about it. After he's reassured, he is more than happy to continue and explore.

-

Hey loves! Thanks for checking out my work! For all kpop content check Masterlist 2.0 in my navi! Link in bio! Love, K 💋

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Midnight Ride

Rating: Explicit (That means NO ONE UNDER 18)

Fandom: Mayans MC

Ship: Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x reader/you (cishet female)

Warnings: Unprotected PiV sex, public sex, probably unsanitary too.

Words: 2,598

Summary: After the club settles the score for Riz, a troubled Bishop takes you for a ride in the desert. And you take him for a ride.

A/N: I know I've niched myself as a Pedro Pascal character fanfic blog but I'm in a bit of a Bish rabbit hole atm and I couldn't stop thinking about this. And when I can't stop thinking about something, I have to write it. You're welcome.

That night EZ was voted in, and the crew went on that little killing spree to avenge Riz? It was supposed to settle Bishop's nerves as well as the score. The bloodlust, savage and true, was quenched, the revenge working just as it was supposed to. He knew the blowback that killing the Vatos would bring, they all knew, and they were good with that. But a dead Son on top of that? Fuck, that complicated shit.

He's deep in thought when they return to the scrap yard. He had been looking forward to going home, sleep in your arms, perhaps even get seven hours of uninterrupted rest. Instead, he has a feeling he's heading towards an all-nighter on his throne: whiskey and smokes his only companions.

He sees you come out of the clubhouse as he parks his bike, and the sight throws him a little. He didn't expect you to be here this late, on this night.

He takes off his helmet, pulls off his gloves. Walks across the gravel, ascends the stairs, up to you, gloriously backlit by the light spilling out through the open door. A dark angel come to save him from all of this shit, if only for a sinful moment.

"You're still here," he says when he's on the porch, right in front of you.

"So are you," you remark coolly, and he hears the little jab in your voice. He hasn't been home much. You're not a needy partner, but you don't like being on the outside. And you have been on the outside a lot lately.

For a moment, the two of you lock gazes. Both of you are by nature unyielding, but his position gives him the upper hand. It has to, at least here, with the club watching.

"You gonna take me home, Obispo?" you ask, now a little more huskily. Bishop hesitates, club matters on his mind. He needs to sit down with the ones closest to him, figure shit out.

Hank, coming up the stairs right behind him, pats his shoulder. "Go, Prez. Get some rest. We'll talk in the morning."

So you find yourself glued to him, arms around his waist, cheek resting on the back of his kutte, as he drives the both of you out of the scrap yard. Reaching the road outside, he slows down to a stop, puts one foot to the ground and turns his head.

"Is it okay if we take a little ride?"

"Absolutely," you reply immediately, and he turns right instead of left. Out of town. There's no traffic, and the night is cool, Bishop's body warm against yours, the bike roaring underneath you. This is what you signed up for, just you and him on the open road, becoming one with the machine, the engine vibrations traveling through your bodies as you melt together. You feel the strength and focus in his back muscles and abs as he handles the bike. He may not be a physically tall man, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in intelligence, tenacity, and dedication. Besides, there are other inches that matter, and in that department he has been blessed by the gods.

Bishop takes you out to the desert, where the full moon renders the arid landscape blue and silver. The low night temperature and the force of the wind makes you shiver slightly. Bishop feels it, and releases one hand from the handle, putting it over yours, clasped together at his belly. He doesn't let go until he goes off road, on a small path leading up to a plateu. The last distance is slightly bumpy, and you hold onto him hard. You're still hugging him to you when he stops and kills the engine.

"Okay?" You hear the grin in his voice when he leans back a little, flipping down the kickstand and letting go of the clutch.

"Yeah," you reply and take off the helmet, handing it to him. He hangs it on the handlebar together with his, before reaching his hand back and patting your knee.

"Get up here."

You dismount the bike, a little Bambi-legged as always after a ride, your thighs tingling with the low roar of the engine. The raw hp strength always get you, no matter how many times you ride. Bishop pulls out the bedroll and as you swing your leg over the bike again, this time in front of him, he wraps the blanket around you.

"Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

His arms encircle you, pulling your back snug against his front, and his chin lands on your shoulder with a deep sigh. You tip your head back and look up at the stars.

"Look, baby. So pretty."

"I am looking." His face, however, is not turned skywards, but towards you, his lips touching your ear. "It is pretty."

You hum. He's not much of a romantic, and you don't need that anyway, but he does know how to sweet talk you when he wants to.

The silence out here is almost deafening after the road. Normally you wouldn't mind, but you're out here for a reason.

"Talk to me, Obispo," you ask in a low voice. "It's not just Riz. You've been a ghost for the past few weeks."

He sighs again, deeply. He never tells you anything that could compromise you, but he knows how to convey the burden of the hard decisions he has to make to you, without saying anything about the actual business. And now, he tells you what he can.

"I'm afraid it's just gonna get worse from here, querida," he finishes. You nod.

"Sounds like it."

"Maybe you should go visit your sister for a while - "

"Fuck you, Bish, I'm not visiting nobody."

He chuckles low in his voice, sending a whiff of cigarette breath against your skin. He smokes too much, but you're not going to nag about that. That is not your job.

"Forgot I can't tell you what to do."

"Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking I should be here, with you," you ask him in a low voice. This thing that you have: it's not easy. You don't approve of even a fraction of the shit the Mayans do. You hate how they treat women. And yet, you've longed for this your whole life: the family, the loyalty, the fearlessness.

And Obispo. Goddammit, if you could stop loving him, you would.

"No, querida, no estás loca."

His mustache tickles when he presses his lips to your neck. His arms shift as he moves one hand to your chest, the other between your thighs. He cups you roughly, his broad palm pushing against your apex, bringing you in closer, as if it were at all possible. Your next breath comes out as a small gasp, and your core grows heavy and warm.

"I know that's your gun in your kutte, but do you have another one in your pants...?"

"You know I can't fit two guns there," he murmurs as he grinds against your ass. You snort out a laugh before turning your head so that you can reach him for a kiss. Your lips immediately open up for his tongue, letting it in, your tastebuds already so used to the taste of stale cigarettes on him that you don't mind it anymore. He claims you with the all but regal self-confidence of a man who knows what should be rendered unto him, yet with the gratitude of a much simpler man who is aware of how lucky he is to have you. You reach your arm up and back, fingers finding his thick, dark hair with its sprinkles of gray, and pull him in closer. A grunt spills from his mouth to yours, and he starts to try to unbutton your plaid. Finding his gloved fingers too clumsy to handle the small buttons, he instead rips it open. You growl in protest, but he's already palming your breasts through your top, the push-up bra forming a rack you're ashamed to say you're proud of. Some feminist. Maybe you're just a bad girl when it all comes around, looking for a bad boy on a bike.

Your bad boy is growing harder harder in his jeans by the second, his thighs hugging into yours, his lips finally leaving yours for a toothy hike down the slope of your neck, reaching the valley of your shoulder. You're already so wet and needy for him. It's been a while, you realize: a very unwelcome effect of his club life taking up most of his time is the absence of sex. It is what it is, but here and now, with his hard cock struggling against the stiff denim of his jeans, and his hands pulling your top and bra down to expose your tits to the cool night air, and your heatbeats thrumming in your pussy, you don't understand how you stand for it. How do you survive without having him inside you every single day?

He rolls your stiff nipples between his fingers, brands your neck and shoulder with his mouth, and when you moan his name, he pushes you down over the rise of the fuel tank. He stands up and you hear the jingle of his belt being unbuckled.

"How do you want me, mi reina?"

You stand up as well and get off the bike. Quickly, you kick off your boots, your jeans and panties going the same way in the dark, before pushing him back down onto the seat of his bike. He's pulled himself out and is holding his thick cock in his hand, waiting for you.

"Obispo... that is so goddamn gorgeous," you sigh, and it causes him to twitch.

"Come here, querida."

You scramble onto his lap, settling your thighs over his, your bare feet finding the cold metal of the back axels for a little perch as you help him guide himself into your warmth. You lock your lips with his and moan as he fills you up and stretches you out. Finally. Fucking finally.

"Fuck..." Bishop groans as his hands seek out the soft flesh of your ass to knead. "Be good to me, baby." He kisses you breathlessly as his fingers dig into your ass cheeks. "I need you to be good to me."

"I promise." You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back as you start to move lazily on his cock. "I love your hands on me, Obispo, makes me feel so good."

"Yeah?" He slides one hand up your spine, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

"Yeah." Your moan breaks the kiss and lean your forehead to his instead, intently staring into his brown eyes, now liquid and almost black. You keep to a slow grind, still getting used to that delicious, perfect stretch. You thread your fingers through his hair, massage his neck, treat him just as good as he begged you to. You kiss him, moan assurances of how good he feels inside of you into his ear, bite the lobe.

The silence, so far broken only by your wanton sounds, shatters at the sudden yipping howls of coyotes. You freeze mid-grind, looking around you in the moonlit landscape, seeing nothing. Biship chuckles, pulling you into his embrace.

"They're far away, querida, no need to be scared."

"I'm not scared," you point out immediately. Bishop curls his pointer finger under your chin, thumb caressing over your slight pout.

"Forgot. You're not afraid of anything."

"You're forgotting a lot about me lately," you smirk. "Should I be worried?"

"There's one thing that I haven't forgotten, and that's how good your wet little cunt feels wrapped around my cock..." He dips his face down to your breasts and sucks one hard nipple into his mouth. The mustache scratches your sensitive skin deliciously, and you arch back with a loud moan. To hell with going slow: you need to fuck him.

Finding a rhythm that hits you in the right spot, you start to ride him faster, hips undulating on him, his hands holding you and helping your pace, his lips on yours, or on your tits, or your neck. Your moans grow louder and more desperate as you climb higher and higher, and you brace yourself with one hand on the fuel tank behind you as you ride him home, your other hand clasping the back of Bishop's head tightly.

"Cum for me, querida," he barks, bringing his hand down on your ass once, then stuttering on his breath as the impact of leather on skin makes you clench down on his cock like a vice. Your orgasm pulls a desperate sound out of you that echoes across the desert and shuts the coyotes up.

Bishop leans forward, draping you over the curve of the beautiful, beetle green fuel tank, and slams into you, wrapping your legs around him before chasing his own release. When you reach down to tease your clit, he brushes your hand away and uses his own instead, rubbing you with fingers covered with supple leather. Your bundle of nerves starts to gather immediately as you reach one arm up overhead and grab onto the riser. You pull him in for a kiss, holding onto him as much for connection as for balance.

He fucks you to a leg-shaking orgasm, his own control slipping as soon as your pussy starts to pulsate with the release. Cursing loudly, he empties himself in you, his thrusts slowing down to a soft roll of his hips against yours as he kisses you. Finally, he pulls you back up onto his lap, and wraps his arms around you as he leans his face between your breasts. Your heart calms down as you comb through his hair with your fingers, the occasional aftershock causing your muscles to twitch. Every time he feels you shudder, he runs his hands up and down your back and pulls you in closer.

"You're freezing," he eventually states, as your skin is cooling off and the shivers are caused by the cold and not some lingering jolts of pleasure. He lifts his head and looks at you.

"I'm fine, baby," you assure him. A small smile plays underneath his mustache.

"I know you are."

He kisses you one final time before you get off the bike. Your panties are gone - you shudder to think that an animal of some kind maybe ran off with them - but you pull your jeans and boots back on, and straighten out your bra and top before tying the plaid around your waist to keep it closed for the ride home.

Bishop watches you as he tucks himself back in and rolls up the blanket. He doesn't appreciate you enough, that much is obvious. He should make more time for you. Keep you close.

He's going to need you, he knows that.

"What?" you smile when you catch him looking at you. He looks down, suddenly bashful, a smile of his own appearing on his lips. He'd never tell you just how sweet he sometimes finds you when he watches you do something inane, like putting on your clothes after a good fuck. You'd have his head on a plate.

"Nothing."

"So full of secrets," you sigh and grab the helmets, handing Bishop's over to him. He looks up then, his smile warm and genuine in the moonlight.

"Thank you, querida."

"You're welcome, Obispo."

You both know it was not the helmet he was thanking you for.

[littleferal]

every time i see a thot post of yours im just like... oh no

anyway i believe that santi is both a fan of edging and being edged 😌 like imagine him looking up at you as he gets lost in the sauce, appreciating how gone you are and the tight hold you have on his hair, tugging every time he pulls away. BUT!!! also the way he laughs all breathy when you turn it around on him, shuddering with every teasing lick -- strap anon LMAO

hahaha you're welcome 😌

mmmmmmhhhhmmmmmmmmm. though i personally feel like it'd be more of doing the edging rather than being edged (at least initially, cos oh boy does a bish wanna top that man) cos it's all about control to him. although i should stress it's not control of you (or any of his other loves), this isnt an ego boost thing, it's a controlling himself thing cos otherwise he's just gonna lose it and he cant do that. so usually he prefers a harder, quicker fuck.

but. you know.

frankie has a way of methodically sneaking past his defences until it's both - a hard fuck but it's drawn out and the wait is wiping his brain. because frankie has to prep him properly - of course mr big dicked does, so stop bitchin' santi. then he's gotta go slow just because and the next thing santi knows it's a confusing mix of tender, slow thrusts balls-deep, and a sharp sting where frankie's got a grip in his hair and teeth against his ear, completely embracing him. it's all the details that get santi overwhelmed - frankie's larger form hot across his back, his sharp teeth but tender tongue and words. how one hand can hold him so safe but the other drags him whichever way frankie wants. they way frankie teases santi like he teases no one else because frankie - only frankie - can go toe to toe with santi without missing a beat, santi doesn't get a choice in being overwhelmed but in the end he doesnt. fucking. care.

and benny has an honesty about him that's there's just no way santi's defences cant fall. how can you really tease benny when it just rolls right off him? because yes he is enjoying this, yes he does want that, benny isn't hesitant or embarrassed in the slightest. so maybe it's quick but it's so overwhelming, it's too much, too good and shit wasn't santi trying to be in charge at the start? except it's all he can do now to stop from cumming so fast, so hard that it hurts a bit that santi ends up edging himself just by pulling benny off him. and benny's fuck drunk expression with spit and pre-cum dripping down his chin doesnt help santi in the slightest, god forbid frankie decides to get involved and take control.

or the way you're a disarming mix of soft and sharp, your curves giving under his hands but you're own gripping his curls til he has no choice but to yield his neck to you. surely santi can let you have just a moment? and then another. just one more to be nice to you. but the next thing he knows all he can think about is that he really just wants to get fucked, please keep doing this.

and and and i was supposed to be talking about being edged. woops. so let's just consider that for a moment, cos it's one of the ways santi shows his love - overwhelming you with drawn out pleasure, some part of his insecurity signalling up in a tiny voice with stay stay stay. so he tries to make it last as long as possible. wants you to pull him in close, the sharp tug at his hair sending a flare of pride coursing along right next to his desire causing a heady mix and a teeth baring grin against your neck.

sometimes it's what he wants cos honestly santi is so fucking filthy and he fucking loves pussy. the guys don't get wet like you, cant soak him like you, dont smell like you, he'd be down there drawing it out for his own pleasure at times. other times he's smug with it by the way it builds his confidence that he - only he - can do this to you. but if you were to ask him for it, ask him specifically? he's so fucking tender, he would give you anything for however long you wanted.

talk to me 🌙