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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Joel fucks/fingers/dry humps/etc. reader under a blanket during movie night in Jackson. I don’t care what they do as long as Joel comes. I like thinking about Joel coming 😈

Movie night (in public)

850 | Joel x f!Reader

you're in luck, this has been on my mind. we can pick up after she gets him all horny before the movie in Jackson. masterlist

WARNINGS: 18+ HJ, sex, and cockwarming in public, mild dubcon, cum eating

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You and Joel go home for a quickie before the outdoor movie night. He has you pinned on the couch with your hand down his pants when you hear a knock at the front door, then it unlocks. You scoot out from under Joel to sit upright while he buckles his belt and Tommy yells, "Y’all comin’?”

“Ehhh I dunno about tonight. This one’s tired,” Joel says and squeezes your knee affectionately. There’s a good reason he’s not standing up.

“Bring a blanket,” Tommy says. “Joel’s a good pillow, nice and soft.”

“Hey now,” Joel says. Tommy just stands there waiting. Joel sighs. “Alright, grab a blanket, let's go.”

You go get a quilt and a big blanket. When you come back down in a flowy dress, the look on Joel’s face says he knows exactly why. He goes to the bathroom before y'all leave and comes out without a belt.

You set up in the darkest corner of the lawn behind everyone else. Joel sits on the quilt wiith his knees bent and you get in between them, resting your head back on his chest with the blanket draped over both of you while people continue to arrive to the event. He wraps his arms around you, and scoots his hard-on into you. He gathers the skirt of your dress out of the way and strokes your inner thigh. When he reaches your outer lips he growls “bad girl” into your neck, although he's not surprised you skipped the panties. Two thick fingers drag along your dripping seam and his hardness swells into you.

He nibbles at your neck and his fingers circle your clit. He could get you off this way and no one would know, but what you really want is his cock. You want him to come in public. It turns you on so much to think about, and he’s never let you do it. It’s always him making you come while he stays totally composed and in control.

You reach back and wedge a hand between your bodies, palming him over his jeans. He breathes deeply and doesn’t stop you. You unbutton his jeans. Then you reach outside the blanket for his backpack and put it behind him like a pillow. “I’m tired, can I Iay on you?”

“Sure, baby.”

You get on your side in the crook of his arm with your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest, and hook your leg over his closest leg. Then your hand drifts down under the blanket, unzips him, and reaches in to relieve his stiff, aching cock. "Tengo ganas," (I want it) you whisper as you stroke him. He clenches his jaw and looks conflicted.

"I don't think so, baby."

You slowly rotate yourself on top of him anyway. His hard cock is between his shirt and yours, below your belly button. "No one's watching," you whisper.

You move your dress and slowly get higher up on him, straddling him in a koala hug and you throb against him. He inhales sharply when his cock feels your dripping seam.

"Solamente la punta" (just the tip) you beg barely audibly as you drag yourself along his member.

"Kinda cold. Wanna sit still?"

You've done this before and know what he means. You can't pass up the chance to have him inside you.

You drag your wet pussy up his cock again then nestle it at your entrance. He lifts his hips into you and you begin to sink onto him, managing not to gasp at the delicious stretch. His big hands brace on your hips and help you down. He lifts his hips again, pulls you down, and you have to suppress a moan as he bottoms out.

He grunts ever so softly. "Don't move," he says.

You lie there with him inside you, resting your head in the crook of his neck, while he watches the movie. Your hips want to move, but you manage to stay still.

He occasionally twitches and barely moves his hips. You want to get him off and try to slide off him, but his hands still you and he says "where you goin'?" You stay.

When his twitching becomes more frequent, he finally lets you slide off his cock. You get back on your side, bring your leg over his, rest your head on his chest, and stroke him. You keep his cock as close to his body as possible to not make it obvious. It doesn't take long before he reaches down and lifts up his shirt. He takes a deep breath, then pulses in your hand. There's a barely audible grunt, but it's the quietest you've ever heard him.

He buries his mouth in the crown of your head as he finishes coming onto his lower belly and your fist, then his whole body relaxes. You lick his cum off your hand then use two fingers to gather as much of it as you can off his skin. You swallow that, too. He kisses you on the head and you actually do fall asleep as you watch the rest of the movie.

If you like this one I recommend Speakeasy and Picnic Table.

All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea. @evyiione

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dinogoofymutated · 28 days

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im 100% new to x-men(i grew up in a DC family lol) but I am just. SO down bad for remy. idk how to write requests or anything, but can I ask for headcanons for him with a touchstarved fem reader? sfw or nsfw, both, idc really he's just rotating in my brain, gambit my beloved

Gambit/GN!reader

Dude I completely get it!! I was a HUGE x-men fan as a kid and as I grew up the hyperfixation fell into the back of my mind. I too grew up mostly on DC and I feel like the reason DC became my go-to was because there's just not a ton of fanfiction for the x-men, reader inserts in particular. I'm working on fixing that! But my full-length fics are a little hard to finish/start. Anyway- Remy is definitely one of the top #3 x-men to be down bad for lol!

TWs: none that I can think of atm. Mostly fluffy goodness! Written picturing a fem! Reader but no pronouns mentioned

I definitely think that it's not a completely ridiculous idea that one of Remy's love languages could be touch, despite how his relationship with Rogue revolves around the absence of touch!

Tbh, I feel like he's just respectful of his partner's wants and needs in a relationship, and if touching and cuddling is a no-go he's perfectly fine with backing off and showing his love in other ways!

BUT! when you give him the go-ahead, he's all over you. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, PDA, all of it!

One of his favorite things to do is catch you in the kitchen, coming up behind you and snaking his hands around your waist. He'll press his face into your hair and neck, sometimes giving you kisses, but really he just does it because he wants to feel you against him.

I think he secretly enjoys how easy it is to get you melting in his embrace. He goes out of his way to fluster you, flirting until you go red, then pulls you close. He'll nuzzle you affectionately, kiss your temple and cheeks, hold you lovingly until he feels all the tension leave your body. He especially likes when you lean into his hands when he holds your face. He knows just how much you love him, and he's determined to show you all the love he knows you deserve.

“Cher.” Remy’s chest rumbles with the words. You only respond with a hum, tucked into his side comfortably. The afternoon had started with a movie, originally. The two of you had some free time, and Gambit had a movie he really wanted to watch, so movie night it was. You were watching at first, you promise you were, but it was easy to get distracted by Remy. When the movie started, you were sitting next to him, leaning into his side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, but that position could only be comfortable for so long. You were squirming, trying to relax as best you could, but after 45 minutes of sitting on this couch, it was like every bump and corner on the sofa was digging into you.

Remy, being the observant sweetheart he is, didn’t hesitate to scoop you up into his lap. You squealed at first, surprised by the action, but Remy simply laughed at you, leaning back to lay down on the couch with you against his chest. Unsurprisingly, this was much more comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable, as it didn’t take long for you to stop paying attention to the TV entirely. You snuggled closer to Remy as you started to doze off. One of his hands rested against your lower back, his other hand cupping the back of your neck, caressing and threading his fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep against him.

“Cheerrr.” Remy says again, drawing the words out. “Movie’s been over f’ a while.” You pout at him, sighing sleepily as you tuck your face into his neck. He chuckles again, thumbs caressing your skin idly.

“You don’t wanna cuddle anymore?” You ask, maybe a little bit more sad than you should be, or would’ve been if you were more awake.

“Now Gambit didn’t say that.” Remy purrs. You whine again as he moves a little, adjusting a little so that he can press a kiss to your temple. You reluctantly untuck yourself from his neck, rewarded with a sweet kiss from Remy. The action makes you smile. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration, like no one has looked at you before, and it has you feeling loved beyond measure. You lean into his touch as he cups your face, holding his hand to your cheek to keep him there.

Content couldn’t begin to explain how you felt in this moment.

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dreamswithghosts · 1 year

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Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed.

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor."

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging.

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed.

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed?

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?"

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution.

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind.

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others.

"Do you think the others are okay?"

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything.

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing.

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him.

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his.

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you.

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away.

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie."

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission.

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine.

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch.

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh.

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get.

"Something fun."

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap.

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most.

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder.

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room.

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had.

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.”

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things.

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?"

"Why would I?"

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad.

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device.

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something."

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other.

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours.

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder.

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head.

His holo pad was squished between the two of you.

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own.

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed.

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places."

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you.

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered.

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode.

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.”

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing.

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver.

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold.

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no.

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another.

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room.

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.”

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.”

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things.

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.”

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead.

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other.

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you.

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm.

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep.

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 10 months

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Imagine Part 4:

Rapper Erik and Y/N are official. How are they handling the new relationship?

“Tell us your name, gorgeous, and where you’re from and how we can connect with you.”

She blushed into the camcorder with a bright white smile and dark brown eyes.

“My name is Tasia. I’m from Houston. You can follow me on Instagram at Tasia Marie.”

The videographer panned Tasia’s body with the camcorder. Tasia gave him a sexy pose while seated in the back of a bright yellow 2023 Porsche 718 Cayman. She’s wearing a sage halter dress and her hair is styled in large knotless braids with sleek edges.

“Tell us a little bit about Tasia.”

Tasia pondered with a cute smirk on her face. She giggled and licked her glossy lips before speaking.

“I’m twenty eight years old. I love to dance and model. I’m a great cook. My sign is a Scorpio. I love to have fun and just…see the world, you know? Let’s get some stamps on our passports together.”

“I hear that! Now, you’re on set of E-rratic’s highly anticipated video shoot. He hand picked you to be his leading lady. How does that make you feel? Let the people know!”

“I feel special. Not everyday an opportunity like this comes your way. I’ve been waiting for the moment to star in a video with GRIZZLEY. And plus, backseat interlude is on rotation right now so it’s only right.”

The video set had a late night, city vibe with wet pavements and a low ambiance from the many colorful lights that illuminated the city of Tokyo. E-rratic wanted to take it up a notch and shoot his video in Tokyo, Japan; one of the places on his bucket list to travel to. He had an entire script to make it like a movie. KILL-OCHO is a wanted man by the Yakuza who wants revenge for coming into Tokyo and making a name for himself. He steals the lead member’s woman (Tasia) just because he could. It’s Tokyo drift meets street fighter.

The first two days on set were about filming for his hit single titled ‘punisher’ and now he was ready to give a little sexy, steamy realness with back seat interlude. The fans were begging him to make a video for the short song so he secretly decided to add it in the video to please his fans. It was never his intention but he’s glad that he did it anyway.

“Speak of the devil…”

E-rratic slid into the back seat of the Porsche next to Tasia with no shirt on, flaunting his muscular strength by picking her up and placing her within his lap. Tasia giggled and draped her slender arms around his neck. E-rratic smiled into the camcorder with his diamond-encrusted canines and dimples on display. Tasia couldn’t focus on anything around her except E-rratic. He had her in a trance. Thick, diamond chains hung from his tattoo-covered neck and diamond rings decorated his thick fingers. He smelled like money and looked like money. In Tasia’s mind, she couldn’t wait to taste the money on his plump lips. To even be within his personal space took a lot of strength to keep it together. In her mind, don’t no bitch want E-rratic as bad as she does.

Not even his girl friend Y/N.

“What are we about to get into KING KILLMONGER? Let the fans know.”

E-rratic gave a deep chuckle that vibrated his chest. Tasia could feel the rumble and she shivered in his grasp. E-rratic turned to look at her, his obsidian eyes low and wanton.

“This lucky girl gettin’ that exclusive treatment. We about to film back seat interlude. Gotta give the fans what they want, feel me?”

“And what’s that?” The videographer asked.

“Straight sexiness.” E-rratic replied.

Tasia blushes before pressing her face into E-rratic’s neck taking in a whiff of his Versace Dylan Blue cologne. He tapped the side of her hip to get her attention and Tasia discreetly gripped his hand to try and place it on her ass. This isn’t the first time she tried to get him to do something in between takes.

“Looks like everything is a go. Y’all ready?”

Hype Williams walked over to the car to make sure everything was good to go before he called action. E-rratic gave him a thumbs up while positioning Tasia to straddle his lap. She playfully bounced on him, her ass jiggling out of control.

“Aye, chill out,” E-rratic gave her a smirk but his tone was icy, “just do your part, girl. Sit and be pretty.”

Hype Williams walked away laughing.

“That’s no fun,” Tasia whispered, “You know what I want.”

“Yeah, I know. And you ain’t getting it.” E-rratic replied with a hushed tone.

“Not fair. I want what you gave that groupie on your tour bus…”

E-rratic ignored her and Tasia didn’t like that. She was going to get it out of him one way or another.

“ACTION!”

We gon’ fuck for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seat…

The water on set came pouring down like rain over the car. A neon blue light covered their bodies causing the white of their teeth, the diamonds they were wearing, and the green of Tasia’s dress to pop. Kill pressed his lips against Tasia’s ear as if he were sensually whispering the lyrics of the song to her. As if it were his own words serenading her. Tasia arched her back and combed her nails through E-rratic’s locs.

Watch how I blow that back out make yo’ pretty ass tap out…

Tasia looked into the camera with a seductive gaze while E-rratic continued to spit his explicit lyrics. His hands dragged from her back to her ass where he cuffed her booty for extra emphasis on the back he was going to blow out. Tasia started grinding her hips in E-rratics lap and biting her lip.

Fat ass on you girl I had to take that pussy in the back of my Audi

Got your face down and that ass to the north (damn that arch is nice)

“CUT!”

E-rratic gave Tasia a little push and she slid off of his lap and to the seat next to him. E-rratic climbed out and walked off for a smoke break so Tasia could have some screen time alone. She’s supposed to flaunt in front of the camera while the song plays in the background for added sexiness. As the camera zoomed in to her, Tasia moved her body in time to the lyrics. When E-rratic said to arch your back, she was face down, ass up in the back seat with her tiny dress almost revealing the lack of underwear.

E-rratic entered his trailer and cracked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of his vanity where his weed and pre-rolled blunts are. After taking a swig of alkaline water, Erratic sparked up a blunt. Blunt hanging between his thick lips, he pulled up his special girl’s number and FaceTimed her back at the hotel. After the third ring, she answered with a towel wrapped around her body and her expensive bundles clipped to the top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”

“Mhm. Not enough if you’re not here with me right now.” Y/N replied.

E-rratic’s eyes roamed over her body covered in a fluffy white towel. The amount of soft, brown skin that teased him was enough to make him go back to her. She gave him a look with an arched brow, challenging him to come to her and that was E-rratic’s favorite look. He loved it when Y/N got sassy with him. It let him know she wanted to get fucked harder. Longer. With his long dick. He chuckled when she turned around to tease him, bending over in the camera and shaking her ass from left to right.

“You know daddy got work to do. I thought you said you love that I’m a hard worker?”

“I do, but it’s going on day three of this shit and I haven’t been able to properly enjoy you.”

“Whatchu ‘bout to do?” E-rratic leaned into the camera with his blunt between his fingers, “Don’t do nothing that’s gonna get you in trouble, sexy. Thought I told you that pussy is off limits when I’m away? Don’t be hard headed.”

“Or what?” Y/N spoke defiantly, “Because you’re all the way over there, and I’m here. Can’t discipline me through the phone, Erik.”

“You talk so much shit and when I show up you sing a different tune. But I love it though, you real cute, baby.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of their hotel bed to apply some vanilla oil to her skin.

“Is that chick behaving herself or do I have to pull up?”

E-rratic’s intense stare and slight smirk distracted her for a second. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss and licking her top lip lustily.

“I got it under control. You know the ladies love E-rratic. How do you think I got you?”

He gave her a charming, dimpled smile.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me now and those bitches don’t stand a chance?”

“You right. And you already know where I stand. So don’t waste your energy on these hoes. It’s me and you.”

“Actions speak louder than words…”

E-rratic could sense the lack of confidence in her voice. Clearly, no amount of words will make her feel any better. It’s what comes with the lifestyle. E-rratic is a wanted man. No matter where he goes, some chick will throw themselves at him. They drop the panties for him, take off their bras for him, cheat on their men for him, risk it all to get some of that dick from him. That’s just how it is. It’s been years since he’d been in a committed relationship. He never imagined himself being where he is right now with Y/N; a fan. Respectfully, she’s more than a fan to him. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about her. She had something that he couldn’t resist.

“And haven’t I proven to you that I’m all about you?” E-rratic said, tilting his head into the camera.

“Yes,” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, “Maybe I still can’t believe that I’m with you.”

“You’re rare, baby. I can’t believe the hold you have on me too. You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

Y/N got comfortable on her side, one hand holding the front of her towel while the other propped her head up. The curve of her hip beneath that towel had E-rratic’s mouth watering.

“What’s that?”

“…How you woke me up this morning with my dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes staring up at me.”

“I could use some dick in my mouth right now if you were here with me,” Y/N said.

“Just your mouth?” E-rratic replied with faux shock, voice holding a bit of rasp.

“Of course not. That’s just the beginning. This pussy too.”

“Mhm,” E-rratic took a hit from his blunt, allowing the purple haze strain to crowd his senses, “Daddy’s pretty pussy?”

Y/N gave him a sluggish nod of her head with a tantalizing bite of her lower lip.

“I’ve been thinking about that phat pussy all day. That shit is mine.”

“All yours,” Y/N said with a giggle.

“I got some time to kill, take that towel off and show me that pussy.”

E-rratic didn’t waste time. He sat up in his seat, pecks jumping and ab muscles flexing. Y/N couldn’t see his lower half that well, only the band to his white Calvin Klein’s. That brought her back to his recent Calvin Klein ad. Y/N made herself comfortable on her back facing the camera. She took the towel off and spread her legs to reveal her wet pussy to E-rratic. His deep grunt sent shivers down her spine.

“I want that pussy in my mouth so bad right now. First thing ima do when I get back is stick my tongue so far up your pussy…Fuuck.”

Y/N spread her lips for him so he could get a better look at how soaked she is for him. The contrast of her designer acrylics against the smooth, glistening flesh of her folds almost had him foaming at the mouth.

“When I get to you, I’m a have you crying.”

“You know I can’t wait for that. You can find me ready and in position on the couch as soon as you get here.”

“Hmm…it’s like that?” E-rratic grabbed his crotch.

“All for you, Erik.”

“I love it when you say my name…it just rolls off your tongue all sexy and shit,” E-rratic smirked, “You gon’ moan my name?”

“Moan, sing, shout, all that,” Y/N replied.

“That’s a good girl—give me a second, I’m coming—they want me back on set—”

“They can wait.”

Y/N brought two wet fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. E-rratic watched her with so much concentration. He slowly licked his lips as if he were the one enjoying her taste. If he could lick the screen and sample a taste, he would.

“Aren’t you so lucky that you get to have all of this?” Y/N said.

“Shit, aren’t you so lucky that you get to sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

The thought alone had Y/N rubbing circles on her clit. Her head went back and she let out soft moans that bounced off of the walls of his trailer.

“Can’t believe your favorite rapper eats that pussy up, huh?” E-rratic strained his neck to see if anyone was waiting outside of his trailer, “Got me talkin’ crazy right now…”

“Please hurry up, I need you,” Y/N moaned.

“I promise…hey…look at me…get your fingers off my pussy…I promise I’ll come straight to you when I’m done.”

Y/N kisses her teeth and to both of their disappointment, she closes her legs and sits up on the bed. Full titties with stiff nipples met his eyes and it didn’t make things better. The way his dick throbbed, you would think it was ready to burst through his zipper. The ache was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how he was going to be able to conceal a brick hard dick from Tasia. Have her thinking a torpedo is ready to blast off up her pussy with how hard he is.

“Aight, we gotta behave ourselves. Go put on a robe and order yourself something to eat. Give me another hour and I’ll be right to you, baby girl. We can fuck with Joshi Luck on in the background.”

Y/N gave E-rratic an adorable pout with sad eyes. He picked up his phone and puckered his lips to give her a couple kisses through the phone. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he came back to that hotel. He already knew that she was going to make herself cum at least twice.

“You’re gon’ be a good girl for me?” E-rratic questioned.

“I promise.” Y/N replied innocently.

“Aight, we’ll see. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way.”

E-rratic ended the FaceTime and left his trailer so he could get this shit over with. As he walked back to set, he had to keep internally reminding himself to get Y/N off his brain until this was all over.

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How could Y/N describe what being with E-rratic felt like?

Euphoric

Like a dream

Perfect

Her fantasy made into reality

The greatest feeling in the world

Not one word could perfectly express how she felt being with Erik. Her Erik. E-rratic Leader was her man. Saying that felt so unreal. Thinking about it felt like she was living a fictional life. She couldn’t begin to explain how happy she was. She never thought she’d see herself laid up in his hotel bed in another country wearing an iced-out Cuban link with her name on it or a diamond tennis anklet with his given name on it.

Just three months after the tour, everything happened so fast. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this what God had planned for her? Y/N resigned from her full time job, packed her bags—even though he got her a whole new wardrobe—and moved to LA. After the first half of the tour leg, Erik asked her to be his official girl. Y/N said yes before he could even get his words out. She told her family and friends, despite some of their disappointment. Her mother was the hardest to convince. Her father’s opinion didn’t really matter to her since he’s hardly in her life. Her sisters and cousins were nothing but judgmental, and her friends were protective.

Still, every morning when she wakes up in his California king bed wrapped in luxury sheets with the highest thread count, she can’t believe that she’s sleeping next to E-rratic. Sharing a home with E-rratic. Driving his cars, eating food prepared by his personal chef, working out with his personal trainer, meeting his celebrity friends, and shopping with his money. She didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her set with racks. She could wake up and find five bands sitting on the side table next to the bed for her. He loved giving her bouquets of roses in different colors wrapped with individual bills.

Whatever Erik wanted, she gave him no questions asked. That’s what comes with treating your woman right. Dick in mouth, ass in the air, pussy for the taking. She wore what he liked, styled her hair how he liked, got her nails done how he liked. Before their trip to Tokyo, Y/N got his name tatted on her hip and her clit pierced with a golden topaz and titanium ring to match the nipple piercings. She planned to do her tongue next.

Everywhere they went, he would assert his dominance with his arm around her waist and his hand resting on her hip. He’d introduce her as his woman with such confidence and the biggest ego. So why did Y/N feel like it was all temporary? That he would find interest in some other girl and drop her back off to Detroit. It was all too surreal to believe it would last. Y/N dreamed of this. She was satisfied with just one opportunity with him, but to have him every single day, whenever and wherever, it blew her fucking mind.

With new fame came controversy. Y/N went from 2K followers on Instagram to 1.5 million. She had to limit her comments to avoid an influx of rude, nasty people and she had to stay off of Twitter. Don’t even get her started on the blogs. The blogs were eating her up. Groupie. Hoe. One of many to have E-rratic. Some say it won’t last, others say she won’t be the same when her heart gets broken. She had to block all of them too.

“When you let the shit people say get to you, it controls your life. You gotta ignore the bullshit.”

E-rratic knew first hand what it was like. He had to learn to live his life the way he wanted and not how people watching him wanted him to be. He wanted the same for Y/N.

“This shit is new for me too. I want it to work. I really like you, Y/N. Hell, I think I love you. It feels like love. You love me?”

The feelings she felt for him ran deeper than him being her favorite rapper. She felt as if he were her soulmate. That God sent him to her. It was more than being with her celebrity crush. She got to know him. Not E-rratic. Erik. Erik Stevens. Born and raised in Oakland, CA. A parentless child at the age of twelve. Living with his grandparents and getting into trouble. In and out of jail. So smart he got a full ride to M.I.T. How he met the love of his life in school and how she was going to have his baby before it was all taken away from him. How he turned to music as an outlet to keep his mind right. She felt honored and special to know all of that about him.

After eating her Japanese wagyu steak dinner and drinking some of Erik’s Japanese Whiskey, she fixed her hair and put on her YSL Cassandra Sandals in black patent. Y/N put on a little makeup with a bold red lip and put on Erik’s new album. She loved it. He was in his producer bag for sure. Some of the best music to come out recently. She already knew he was going to sweep at the Grammys. The imposing beats that gave way to nostalgic bops and transitioned into sexy instrumentals just showed how diverse he was. The lyrics hit every time for her. This was true art to her.

Take off the top, baby let’s ride

She want the boss, the one own the tribe

Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride….

His voice, the energy he was giving off, the sexy beat, the background vocals of a woman moaning. It was all too much.

I told her “I ain’t GRIZZLEY, baby, call me SEX.”

If you my hoe, I call you sexy (yeahhh)

I wanna see what you got inside

Can you make it say ahhh

Turn on yo side

While I switch lanes to pull over to the side

I promise it won’t hurt

Unless you make it hurt (yeahhh)

You know them other niggas can’t do it like this (yeahhh)

The lyrics to backseat interlude had her feeling herself. She knew that she was supposed to wait for him to get there, but she was naked and horny and listening to his voice couldn’t keep her under control. Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her glass of whiskey on the table. She got down on her back with her legs spread open and resumed rubbing her clit. To her surprise, she was still wet from their FaceTime. The song had slowly faded in the background and Y/N paused to play it again.

Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She closed her eyes. If Erik were there with her, he would be instructing her on how to touch herself. He’d tell her to start off slow and steady while rubbing her clit. To follow the speed of his soothing voice. She mimicked the speed of his voice on backseat interlude. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the cool air of the hotel room. In her mind, she was envisioning herself sitting between his legs in front of a mirror while his hand did all the work and she sat there like a good girl.

“Erik…Erik…Erik…”

Two fingers slipped inside and with her other hand she continued to rub her clit. She brought her knees to her chest and moaned his name over and over again. The song had stopped but she was already close to cumming so it didn’t matter anymore.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your big dick inside of me…”

The anticipation was killing her. Every time with Erik felt like the first time. He was made to control her body. The way they’re bodies are in sync is both scary and amazing. He didn’t have to tell her how he liked it anymore, she knew what to do. From the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the floor, to the bed, she knew how to take his dick in every position possible.

“I’m so wet…I can’t believe how wet I am…”

Hee fingers were damn near slipping into a puddle of arousal whenever her fingers would pump inside of her. Her clit was so ridged beneath the pads of her fingers. She desperately needs his tongue to replace all of this.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, shit…”

Hee inner thighs began to quake out of control and her body seized up like she was frozen in ice. Her mouth fell open with surprise and all she could feel seeping between her meaty thighs was her cum. A small puddle formed beneath her. Y/N inspected her fingers and there was cum dripping down to the palm of her hand. She cleaned her digits off and sat up on the couch, tacky skin sticking to the leather sofa.

Hee phone vibrated next to her and when she noticed his name she picked it up and answered.

“Open the door for daddy.”

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E-rratic gave BIG WILL the evening off and sent him to his room. There was no need for him to guard the door. E-rratic was rummaging in his jeans pockets, he realized that he left his key card back at the trailer on set. E-rratic pulled out his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the first ring.

“Open the door for daddy.”

She hung up in his ear and E-rratic could hear her foot steps rushing to the door. She opened it wearing a robe and E-rratic rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his much larger body against her small, soft one and Y/N ended up with her back against the wall across from the door and her arms above her head. E-rratic interlocked his fingers with hers to keep her in place while his skillful tongue slithered into her mouth hot and heavy. E-rratic brought one hand down to open her robe while the other hand gripped both of her hands.

“You smell like sugar and sweat…you played with my pussy while I was gone?”

Y/N was so enraptured with him being there that she didn’t respond. E-rratic smoothed his hand down her stomach until his fingers were separating her outer lips to investigate for himself. He smiled slightly as his eyes bore into hers.

“And I can taste that Suntory Hibiki on your tongue. Turning up without daddy?”

E-rratic removed his fingers from between her legs and gripped her chin.

“You can’t speak now?” He said with an arch of his brow.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She finally spoke.

“What I tell you? Hm?”

Y/N looked E-rratic up and down.

“Okay…okay…I see what you want…let’s go.”

E-rratic grabbed Y/N by the waist and they walked to the bathroom. Inside, E-rratic instructed Y/N to take off her robe and undress him. She removed her fluffy robe and walked up to him, taking off his white T-shirt first. She noticed a lipstick stain on it and her eyes locked with his. He followed her finger and when he saw the stain he kissed his teeth.

“From set. She must’ve done that while we were filming in the car.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Lil mama. You know I ain’t get down like that.”

E-rratic planted a kiss to her cheek.

“You tryna ruin the moment. I ain’t seen you all day.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, “Maybe I should have been your video girl instead…”

E-rratic smirked at her before lifting her chin so she could look up at him.

“Say the word and I’ll do this shit all over again. I’ll make you the leading lady.”

Y/N took a moment to think about it, but ultimately she shook her head.

“Nah, that’s more money and time put in. She just better watch herself before I snatch her ass up.”

“You sure?” E-rratic tucked his chin and gave her a serious look, “I’m good for it, you already know that.”

“I’m sure. Now, where were we?”

E-rratic licked his lips, “That’s my baby girl. Finish what you started…”

Y/N continued to remove E-rratic’s T-shirt. The more skin revealed, the more she would kiss and lick him all over. When the shirt fell to the floor, Y/N locked eyes with E-rratic while taking off his pants. He watched her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her up. When his briefs were the last to go, Y/N cupped his sack in her hand and got onto her top toes to get a kiss. Their tongues danced and their lips made sloppy wet noises the more they molded into each other.

Y/N took off his briefs and the way his dick was looking semi hard had her ready to suck it until it was fully solid in her jaws. E-rratic chuckled at her expression and turned to get into the standing shower with multiple jets. Y/N grabbed her claw clip and joined him, not caring that she had already taken a shower before. The warm water painted their skin and Y/N grabbed a soap sponge to clean him off. She started with his back, sudsing him up real good, amazed at how the soap tricked down his spine to his toned ass.

When he turned to face her, she got down on her knees and dragged the sponge down his torso and then squeezed soap all over his thick pole. She went to clean his legs and feet and when she came back up to his dick and balls, she used the sponge first to clean him, then she used her hands to stroke the soap all over his shaft. E-rratic looked down at her through the curtain of locs that framed his forehead. Water trickled down his body tantalizingly until his dick was free of soap.

“Suck this dick,” E-rratic commanded.

Y/N opened her mouth and wrapped her greedy lips around the tip of his dick. She went lower, her eyes never leaving his, until he was at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears and removed her mouth, his dick with a string of spit dangling in front of her. She used her tongue to massage the sides of his shaft. She used her lips like a suction for his nut sack just so she could hear him groan.

“This my fucking dick,” She moaned.

“Then make your dick cum,” E-rratic spoke with a gruff tone, “Do what I like. No hands, all mouth, lots of spit. Make that shit nasty.”

Y/N engulfed his dick again and started bobbing her head up and down while her hand massaged his heavy sack. She squeezed his sack to keep him still and the more she did that, the harder he became in her mouth. So hard to the point where she couldn’t suck him all the way down with ease anymore. The vein on the underside of his shaft made it more difficult. She used her tongue to flick the deep vein and he hissed.

“Do that shit, baby, Gahdamn,” E-rratic’s brows drew together, “Fuuck, I’m gonna bust…”

Y/N was showing out. The slurping grew louder and E-rratic’s thighs started shaking. His fingers turned into fists and he threw his head back. All she could see was that perfect body and the length of his neck. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva covered his dick and she would slurp it up and spit it back out to make it as sloppy as she could.

“Stay on that tip…just like that…I’m gonna fuck you so good…SHITTTT!”

His ass muscles tightened and a stream of cum hit the back of her throat. He stared down at her with disbelief.

“You the only bitch to make a nigga nut like he been backed up for days…where you been all my life? Wish I would’ve wifed you up…”

Her eyes sparkled when he said that. He avoided touching her hair and reached for her hands. He helped her to her feet and immediately pressed his lips against hers.

“Let me wash you off now…”

E-rratic took the sponge and applied soap to it. He made her turn around so that her back was facing him and she placed her hands on the shower wall. He started at her shoulders, then he rubbed circles into her back with the sponge. His dick was sitting between her cheeks and his lips were pressed against her ear. After he washed her ass and then dragged the sponge around to the front, cleaning her breasts and squeezing the sponge so that soap could run down her body.

“You look good with my name tatted on your hip.” E-rratic whispered, “That let’s me know that it’s real.”

Y/N released a sigh of pleasure when E-rratic replaced the sponge with a soft rag and some sensitive wash to clean her pussy. With one hand he held her lips open while he gently cleansed her inner folds, careful not to get her piercing caught on the rag. When he was finished, he placed the rag on the side of the shower and turned her around to face him.

“Get your pretty ass in the room so I can have my way with you,” E-rratic whispered against her lips, “All night long, girl.”

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E-rratic had turned the lights off in the room and on the flat screen, wall-mounted TV, he resumed the Hentai they were watching the night before. Joshi Luck episode four titled ‘raw’. That’s how he was getting into that pussy tonight. The episode started off with big anime titties. E-rratic, still wearing his chains, was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Y/N who has her ass in the air. She’s looking back at him over her shoulder, bouncing her ass in his face.

He got behind her and put his face in her pussy from behind. Not wasting any time, E-rratic started sucking her pussy from the back with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The sound of slurping and sucking from the hentai and E-rratic had Y/N dripping on his tongue like she sprung a leak. She sat up on one hand and reached behind her to grab the back of his head. She dragged her ass up and down his face and he poked his tongue out so she could ride his tongue.

He could never get over the taste of her. That’s why any chance he gets, he has his mouth between her legs.

I want it like this now,” E-rratic got down on his back, “Get up here.”

Giggling, Y/N climbed over his face and dropped her pussy into his mouth. His eyes never left hers and she loved the way he looked below her. Y/N gripped him by his locs and started grinding her hips in slow motion. E-rratic followed her movements with his tongue all over her slit. She bounced her titties in her hands to give him a show and moaned his name. Behind her, his dick was saluted to the ceiling. A hard pipe to sink onto. She reached behind her to stroke him.

“That dick is so hard. You gonna fuck me good with this, daddy?”

He responded with his lips sucking her jeweled clit between his lips. Y/N let out a string of loud moans.

“The wetter I am, the better it will feel when I’m on that dick,” Y/N looked down at him, “Hurry up and make me cum.”

E-rratic frowned at her and Y/N knew what that look meant. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted and she better not run. He could feel her body tightening up above him. He couldn’t speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she knew to stay right on his mouth. Her beautiful face contorted with uncontrollable emotions and the hold he had on her hips took a lot of strength. His biceps flexed and the veins in his hands almost popped.

“FUCK DADDY!”

He finally let her go and she fell to her back. Wet beard and all, E-rratic stood up and cuffed her legs over his shoulders, dragging her along the bed, taking the sheets with him. Wet, pounding sounds from the hentai caught their attention briefly. When he turned back to look at her, a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed his big dick at the base and thrust into her.

“You cum in my mouth like that? Huh?!”

“Shit!” Y/N shouted.

“It’s wet just how I like it,” E-rratic snapped his hips into hers repeatedly.

The overwhelming pleasure had her lost for words. E-rratic didn’t let up. His dick was hitting spots inside of her she couldn’t explain.

“Oh, daddy, fuck, how did it get so far inside of me?!”

“Look for yourself, lift your head up and look!”

She tried but it was too much. The muscles in her body seemed to shut down. She felt tingly and weak all over.

“Hard headed, I said look,” E-rratic cuffed the back of her head, “You listen when I tell you to do something!”

She did her best, lip quivering and all. He would put all that dick inside of her and whenever he pulled out, it would only be a little bit so she could still feel his length. His many iced-out chains clattered against each other with his movements. Whenever he leaned over her body to suck her nipples, her knees would be to her ears and that dick would be balls deep.

The girth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her pussy, his halls slapping her ass, the way he moved his hips, she couldn’t take it all at once.

“Squeeze this dick like that again,” E-rratic spoke close to her ear, “I’ll fuck this hole all night just to feel that shit again.”

“I’m gonna squirt!”

“Oh yeah?!”

He sat up so he could see for himself. Y/N slapped his chest to get him to slow down because the constant in and out over her g-spot was too much for her. It started sounding like he was splashing into a puddle and then soon she was squirting all over him. He withdrew his hips and replaced them with his fingers. Up and down he stroked that spot to get her to squirt again and this time she went into a shaking fit.

“Mm-Mm,” E-rratic maneuvered her body so she was arched, “Ass up. Don’t act like you can’t take any more dick.”

She got on her hands and knees and arched as best as she could. E-rratic smoothed her hair from her face so he could watch her expressions.

“Don’t run. Y/N…ASS-UP.”

He was growing impatient. Groaning and all.

“What I say?” He chuckled but it was out of frustration, “Girl…I wore you out that much? I’m just getting started. One squirt got you tapping out? You should see your back right now…”

She started straight ahead at her reflection.

“Let me get the whiskey.”

She collapsed onto her stomach. E-rratic laughed the whole way into the lounge area to grab a couple of glasses and the bottle of Japanese whiskey. Back in the room, he tapped her on the ass to sit up and he poured her a fresh glass of whiskey. He looked from the glass in his hand to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders and drinking straight from the bottle.

“Drink it all the way down, that’s it,” E-rratic bent his head down and stuck his tongue out to lick her neck, “mmmm…you want some more?”

“Yes,” She held her glass up.

“Daddy was deep in that pussy for real?”

Y/N nodded her head.

“I’m taking it from the back now.”

Y/N finished her second glass, “I think I’m good and turnt now for more.” She smiled up at him.

E-rratic took one more swig of his whiskey and he sat the bottle down next to the TV. Y/N got into position with her back arched low and E-rratic inspected her position, deeming it good enough with a slap to her ass.

“You know your back arched deep when that pussy open from the back,” E-rratic tapped his dick on Y/N’s clit, “You know I wrote a song about you, right?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when he entered her from behind. She gripped the sheets and looked back at him. He locked eyes with her and with only his hips he fucked her, her ass moving like a tidal wave. She could feel him in her stomach. Her eyes went low and she spaced out. E-rratic pressed both hands into her back and cranked that pussy from behind. She could feel the pressure from his hands deep against her back and she couldn’t move.

“I got you now,” He bit down on his lip, “Keep that pussy in the air just like that.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes, “You fuck me so good I swear.”

E-rratic smiled at her with his canines gleaming in the dark.

“You throwing it back now? Ahhh shit,” E-rratic slapped her ass from one cheek to the next, “Bounce that ass!”

She couldn’t see the mess she was making on his dick and he wished she could. It was beautiful.

“I love you,” Y/N said between moans.

“I love you too, mamas,” E-rratic replied.

He meant it.

“Aight, daddy ‘bout to cum. Fuck the tip.”

His hands gripped her ass tightly while she slowly bounced on just the tip.

“Shiittt, got my shit leaking, ugh,” E-rratic thrust all the way inside of her, “Take all that nut.”

He groaned and Y/N could feel him throbbing inside of her. As her pussy throbbed, his dick was doing the same. He slowly slipped out and Y/N pushed his cum out so he could see how much he’d emptied inside of her. He used his fingers to push it back in before Y/N grabbed him by the wrist to lick them clean.

“Tell me about this song you wrote?” She batted her lashes at him while licking his fingers.

“It’s called my only fan. You really emptied the clip!” E-rratic laughed in disbelief.

Y/N sat up and grabbed E-rratic by the hips. He looked down at her and stroked her hair from her face with his knuckles, the cold diamonds of his rings causing her to shiver.

“I’m you’re number one?” Y/N asked.

“My one and only.”

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“The video shoot was cool. Y’all saw the pictures. It was giving relationship!”

“Listen, the amount of tea I have on E-rratic and how he was all over me in Tokyo. His girlfriend won’t know what hit her.”

Tasia Marie was trending all over social media with the piping hot tea she spilled on E-rratic Leader. Her Instagram live went viral along with a few photos from Tokyo. The first photo that she posted was of her straddling E-rratic’s lap in the back of the Porsche. The second photo was of her holding his room key card. The final photo was of her laying on her back inside of his trailer.

“He brought his girl to Tokyo and kept her inside that hotel the entire time. While I was on set getting it in with her man, she was at that hotel crying for help.”

“It’s like she forgot who her man is. The ladies love E-rratic. Why do y’all think he hand picked me to be in the video and not her?”

A popular podcast was trending on social media as well. The podcast is called Bri and Summer. Bri and Summer are two influencers and models who are best friends and came together to start a podcast discussing current topics. It’s nothing original about it, but as soon as the topic became about E-rratic, everyone wanted to know what they had to say:

“This your girl Brianna here!”

“And this is summer!”

“And welcome to Bri and Summer Podcast!”

Brianna kicked it off and didn’t hold back.

“Let’s get into the tea! Y’all know I don’t play around, I get straight to the mess. So, E-rratic is being E-rratic once again, chile! What’s new? He’s a hoe.”

Summer started laughing.

“You can’t tell me his girlfriend—if that’s even what you want to call her—thought that she was special? Somebody give her a hug!”

Summer chimed in, “Your man not too long ago was doing a fan like Melvin did Juanita!”

“He has community dick!,” Brianna argued, “That nigga got y’all bitches reciting lyrics to backseat interlude with y’all pussies barking. I would never let that nigga hit!”

“Hold on now, hold on,” Their male guest from time to time, DJ Quick, cut Brianna off, “Weren’t you one of those girls? Didn’t you go on a date with OCHO some years back?”

“Okay, okay! Let me clear the air! I did go on ONE date with him. ONE. It was cool, I guess. He took me to this fancy Korean barbecue spot in Atlanta and then we went for a drive in one of his sports cars. Wasn’t nothing happening. That was it.”

“Nah,” DJ Quick laughed, “You are really giving off salty vibes, Bri! Did that man diss you or something? He wasn’t feeling it the way you were so now you’re out for blood?”

“Quick, first of all, it’s definitely the other way around. He wanted some of this ass and I said no. He wasn’t feeling it so he dropped me off back at my hotel and blocked me.”

“Damn, that’s messed up,” Summer said.

“Right?! And yet, y’all acting so surprised by the tea Tasia is spilling! Granted, yes, she a groupie just like the next bitch, but I wish y’all beautiful black women would wake the fuck up! E-rratic is not the end all be all.”

“Brianna, if E-rratic and you were in a room by yourself, you telling me that you wouldn’t fold?” DJ Quick argued.

“NO! I’d rather swallow glass before I let that man hit.”

“I heard he was a great lover,” Summer giggled, “I don’t know… I’d let him hit.”

“There you go! Y’all gotta let go of the fantasy. This girlfriend of his from what I gathered, was another crazed fan who got a lucky opportunity to go on tour with him. He’s having fun with her now, but it won’t last. It never does…

If things could take a turn for the worse, it would happen to Y/N. The Tokyo trip was a dream turned into a nightmare as soon as she touched back down in LA. That bitch from her man’s video went to the internet to spread tea about hooking up with Erik. At first, Y/N didn’t believe it, but the pressure got to her, and she started to question everything. Where he was going and with whom? Why was that lipstick stain really on his T-shirt? Is it more than one girl or just her?

Of course he’s pissed. The music video was out and at 100 million views in less than five days, but he knew most of those views were because of the drama. This one proved hard to debunk because he has a reputation of being a ladies man. Before Y/N, he was single and free to do whatever he wanted, SAFELY. All that mess about raw sex with different women was an absolute lie. All the other chicks except for Brianna had never badmouthed him. And Brianna is just a bitter bitch who didn’t get a taste. Now Tasia is spreading lies just because she took a few photos.

He wasn’t going to feed into her trap. She knew he could air her shit out but he chose to ignore her childish antics and press on. The old E-rratic would have been the real villain and ruined her life. Despite her opinion of him, Erik’s fame continued to grow. Y/N didn’t think she would find herself getting into heated arguments with Erik about his whereabouts but here she was on set of a photo shoot sitting in a chair and keeping an eye on him. She never thought she would come to this, but the level of embarrassment she felt from what people were saying about her online got to her.

She couldn’t avoid her friends and family calling her to check in on her. Her mother kept questioning if she was making the right decision being with Erik. As soon as her mother starts to come around, this drama pops up.

“Miss Y/N, can I get you anything to drink?”

Erik’s assistant, Kiesha, a fine ass full-figured woman walked over to her with a bottle of alkaline water, a brand that E-rratic had a partnership with.

“Thank you, Kiesha.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. E told me to keep an eye on you.”

Y/N looked at Kiesha with a curious look, “Why’d he tell you to do that?”

“I don’t know. Just Erik being Erik.” Kiesha laughs.

Oh, so he’s Erik to you now?

“Oh, okay,” Y/N placed the unopened bottle on a table next to her, “Thanks.”

Kiesha smiled at her before walking away. Y/N glared at the back of her head. Why was she acting so fucking weird? Ever since Y/N started coming on video and photo shoot sets with Erik, Kiesha has been moving funny. That bitch better get it together before she ends up on her ass.

Erik was currently doing a shoot for his collaboration with Nike. In just a couple of months, his own Nike Dunk shoe will drop. Y/N was currently wearing a pair with a brown, blue, and green colorway.

Erik was looking too good. Fresh retwist, skin smooth and covered in tattoos, dimples deep whenever he cracked a smile, dressed down in the best shit his stylist could pull together. Y/N couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. Or could she?

Here comes Kiesha with water for Erik. She even unscrewed the cap for him and fed him some water. Erik thanked her and went back to posing. Y/N sat up in her seat and her eyes were on Kiesha like a hawk. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

“Let me know when you need something, E!!”

E? Bitch…

“Kiesha! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/N’s blood was boiling.

Kiesha sauntered over to her with that same smile she wanted to slap off her face.

“Yes, sweetie?”

Y/N did a double take.

“It’s Y/N. Uhhh, what’s this with you feeding Erik water?”

“Oh, aha, you know, just helping him out,” Kiesha smirked, “Why?”

“Why? Because I don’t like you doing that. He has two hands. He can do it himself.”

“Not while holding the merchandise. Erik—”

“E-rratic.”

Kiesha chuckles, “Mr. E-rratic gets the utmost treatment. I’m just being a good assistant.”

“You don’t need to do all of that. If he wants water fed to him, I’ll do it.”

They started gaining attention from other people on set. Y/N was past the point of giving a fuck. Too often these bitches stepped out of line. And the nerve of Kiesha to do it in front of her.

“He instructed you to stay here. Are you sure that’s okay?”

Y/N blinked at Kiesha like she lost her damn mind. Kiesha raised her brows at Y/N as if she were over exaggerating.

“I’ll speak to him myself to confirm that.” Y/N said with a faux chipper tone.

Kiesha walked away without another word and Y/N sat in her seat fuming. She needed to take a second before she did something reckless. Climbing out of her seat, Y/N walked off set. As she was leaving, she spotted Kiesha talking closely with Erik. Erik looked up and caught Y/N’s eye, his face holding a stony expression. She picked up the pace of her movements and entered his trailer. Taking a seat at his vanity, she exhaled and closed her eyes.

Did she over exaggerate? Was Keisha just doing her job? Whenever Erik does his boxing sessions with his personal trainer, there’s a woman who feeds him water through a squirt bottle. Maybe she was being overly paranoid. Maybe Kiesha wasn’t trying to hit on her man. After all, Kiesha knew Erik before Y/N. She’s his assistant. That has to be enough to be on a first name basis right?

“You got something you wanna tell me, Y/N?”

Y/N opened her eyes to find Erik staring at her through the vanity with his arms folded across his chest. He looked pissed.

“Not really if Kiesha already told you everything.”

“I wanna hear it from you.”

“Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Because I said so. And because we need to talk.”

Y/N avoided his gaze. Erik walked up to her and placed his hands on the back of the chair. He leaned forward so that his lips were directly next to her ear.

“Well? What’s up?”

Y/N jerked her knee frustratingly, “I didn’t like the way she fed you water.”

“My hands were tied up, Y/N. How was I supposed to drink the water?” Erik questioned.

“And she's going to you saying shit like I’m some child. All I did was tell her I didn’t like it and if you wanted water I could do it.”

“You’re not always on set with me, Kiesha is. Kiesha been my assistant since day one. We grew up together, I trust her.”

Y/N clicked her tongue, “She wanna be more than your assistant.”

Erik clenched his jaw, “How you figure that?”

“She just acts too giddy around you. I don’t like it. It drives me crazy.”

“You ain’t have a problem with it before.”

Y/N shook her head, “You’re missing my point.”

“Who do you really have a problem with? Me or Kiesha?”

Y/N finally looked up at Erik. He was staring her down through the mirror with his black eyes.

“Ever since all this shit with Tasia happened you’ve been on my back. What I gotta do to prove to you that it’s only you?”

“Nothing, you ain’t gotta do shit,” Y/N stood up, “I’ll see you when you get home—”

“Nah, uh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere. We ain’t finished.”

Erik blocked her from getting out of her seat. Y/N tilted her head away from him.

“Talk to me,” Erik followed her movements, “I’m serious, open your mouth and talk.”

“…I just feel like you're gonna get tired of me.”

Y/N looked up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying.

“I got my mom in my ear and everybody else. This shit is just too much. I’m trying to be Ray Charles to the bullshit but I can’t stop thinking the worst.”

Erik closed his eyes for a second before he placed one hand on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. She rests her cheek on his bare chest, her ear directly over his heart. He wrapped both of his arms around her and kissed the top of her head repeatedly.

“You can’t let what people think get to you. I’m not leaving you. You gotta have faith in that, mamas. I ain’t say this shit was gonna be easy, did I? I don’t want nobody but you. The only one I wanna see laying next to me at night is you. The only face I wanna see when I wake up is yours. What I gotta do to cheer you up?”

Erik gripped Y/N by the chin with his hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes and a pout. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik still had her chin so he could control her movements. The kiss turned heated and now Erik is sitting in the chair while Y/N is on his lap. He broke the kiss and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Like I said, me and you…”

“Forever?” Y/N pressed her forehead against Erik’s. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides.

“I want this shit forever.” Erik said.

Soon, his hands were doing the same to her ass. Y/N started sucking on Erik’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started thrusting his hips upward. He shut his eyes and moaned in her ear. She was attacking the spot behind his ear with her tongue.

“Why would I fuck this up? You're special to me,” Erik lifts Y/N’s cropped shirt over her head.

“None of those bitches matter. Not Tasia, not the chick from the tour bus, not Kiesha…”

He unclamped Y/N’s bra and smoothed it from her shoulders. Her warm breasts touched his chest and he hissed with pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breasts and brought them together. Erik rubbed his face all over her breasts back and forth. He spread each breast and rested his face between them. Y/N reached between his legs to stroke him to stiffness.

“I knew that’s what you wanted. You were acting up just so I could fuck you.”

Erik started sucking on Y/N’s nipples one by one. She placed her hands over his hands and watched him enjoy her breasts. He would swipe his tongue between the heft of her breasts and then over each areola.

“Won’t everyone hear us?” Y/N whispered.

“I don’t give a fuck. You know I don’t give a fuck…”

Y/N was wearing a denim skirt so Erik could easily lift it up to her waist and slip her panties to the side.

“Lift up…”

She raised her hips so that Erik could free his dick.

“Fuck me just like this, daddy,” Y/N teased him with a bite of her lip.

With one arm around her waist, Erik tilted his hips up and Y/N sank down on him. Connected, Erik gripped her sides and with his powerful arms, he bounced Y/N at a moderate pace. She braced herself on his shoulders while he controlled her body to drop down on him. Erik would look from the mirror to her face.

“I got that ass clapping…wet fuckin’ pussy…”

“Ooo,” Y/N moaned.

“This ain’t doing it,” Erik picked Y/N up and sat her on the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs and continued to fuck her. She gripped the edge of the vanity when he lifted her hips up. The vanity shook a little and Erik had to keep his eyes on the door. Y/N took one hand to grip him by his chains. He looked back at her, biting down on his lip. When she started to moan louder, Erik stuffed his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on and to keep her quiet.

He looked from her pussy to her face and opened his mouth to spit on his dick.

“Why every time I fuck you, your pussy get wetter and wetter?” Erik questioned with low eyes.

He brought one leg up to his shoulder and leaned in to pound her. Erik covered her mouth with his hand and locked eyes with her.

“What?” Erik raised a brow, “Too much?”

Y/N whimpered when Erik started stroking her clit with his thumb.

Erik’s eyes fluttered shut and then he opened them again to look at the door, “if somebody walk in on us I’m not stopping.”

Y/N’s walls clenched Erik’s girth and he smiled, showing off his gold canines.

“Do it again and watch how I put you next.”

She couldn’t control it. Every time they had sex, she couldn’t control what her pussy did. He blamed her for the spasms her slick walls were doing but it’s because of him that it’s happening.

“Time to put you on your stomach,” Erik slipped out of her and turned her around, “Bend the fuck over.” He said through clenched teeth.

Y/N went flat against the vanity and she could feel Erik lift her denim skirt and rip her panties off. He tossed the shreds onto the vanity and spread her cheeks with one hand. Dipping his hips because she’s much shorter than him, Erik found her entrance and pushed up, slipping inside with ease because of how creamy and wet she is.

“Fuck this dick. Make this dick cum.” He commanded.

Y/N threw it back on him as best as she could.

“For somebody that doesn't wanna get caught, you ain’t following directions,” Erik gripped her by her arms, “You ‘bout to have me blowing your back out in this trailer…”

Erik started pounding Y/N while holding her by the arms. Her head fell forward against the mirror from the force of Erik’s hips. On set, the music was loud so Y/N hoped no one could hear, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they did.

“Damn, this pussy is so good,” Erik let go of her arms and brought one hand around the front of her neck, “Don’t you ever question what we got. It’s me and you, and that’s my last time saying it.”

“I’m gonna cum—”

“Hold that shit in!”

“I can’t! I—ohhhh shit—”

Y/N had Erik’s dick in a vice grip. He groaned and pushed her head forward against the mirror. He could feel warm liquid on his dick and he smiled with satisfaction.

“That’s strike two. When we get home, best believe I’m gonna tear that ass up. I told you not to cum on my dick.”

He slapped her ass rough and brought her to her knees. Erik took it up a notch and slapped her in the face with his dick before smearing his shaft covered in her cum all over her lips.

“Put this dick in your mouth. Teach you a lesson to follow orders…”

Y/N tried to grip his dick but Erik slapped her hand away.

“Mouth. All mouth. That’s what you’ve been giving me lately anyway. Use that mouth to suck this dick.”

She lowered her mouth onto his dick and started sucking. Pussy dripping to the floor and not fully satisfied, Y/N was all jaws and neck. Erik would look from the door, to her, trying his best to keep his composure. Y/N pulled out all the tricks to get him to moan.

“You tryna make me moan, ain’t you? You know I like it when you suck my dick like this…FUCK.”

She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Erik took control with a hand to the back of her head, feeding his dick into her mouth.

“Just like that…just like that…mmm…eat this dick up…Fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Erik’s hand shook on the back of her head. Y/N stayed on that dick until she had the last drop of cum. When she finished, Y/N swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. Erik helped her to her feet and he excused himself to the bathroom to clean his dick off before heading back to the shoot. Y/N looked disheveled and she didn’t want to stay on set so she decided to leave.

“Here, take this,” Erik gave her the keys to his Ferrari, “And here’s some money, “Erik dropped a stack into her hand from his duffel bag, “Go get you something sexy to wear for dinner tonight and something lacy. Get yourself a new pair of stilettos too…those red ones with the skinny heel…yeah, the Louis Vouitton pair. Spend this on whatever you want. I’ll have my driver pick me up. We got a special night planned.”

Erik gave Y/N one final kiss. He stopped her before she left to fix her hair and her clothes. Satisfied he popped her on the ass and let her leave.

“I love you!” Erik yelled after her retreating frame.

“I love you too!”

Erik crossed his pointer and middle finger, signaling to her that he was locked in with her and he meant it. Y/N smiled, doing the same with her fingers, before leaving the set completely. Y/N may have thought that Erik would grow tired of her, but he only hoped that she wouldn’t.

She finally filled the emptiness he felt since the first woman to ever steal his heart left this earth. Maybe he could finally start the family he always wanted.

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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You have provided so many headcanons and, with a lurker’s thankful heart, I am now giving you my steddie headcanon, built entirely around the idea that Steve knows he’s queer but has no idea at all that he’s kinky. I’m thinking this takes place when Eddie and Robin and Steve have all come out to each other but Eddie hasn’t explained to anyone what that black bandana in his pocket is about; either steddie are pre-slash besties or a recently established relationship.

Steve’s been stressed and Eddie really wants to do something for him, so one day they’re hanging out and Eddie asks what Steve’s idea of the most relaxing day ever is.

Steve’s like “Oh, man, I’d love a day where I don’t have to think, like, at all. Zero decision making.”

“Right, right, a lord in his castle keep, languorous and content with pizza and a constant rotation of movies and high as fuck.” Eddie has already psychically made his way to Family Video and picked up Steve’s favorite films and is mentally on his way to Melvald’s to get all his favorite snacks when Steve interrupts—

“No, no, if it was that easy I could set that up for myself. No I need another person who I really really trust who wouldn’t mind a lot of planning; I’d ask Robin but I think by hour two being in charge she’d start to get bored or start to catastrophize. I could plan the day for her and just let her run it, but that sorta defeats the purpose. Actually,” and he sits up, looks at Eddie consideringly, “actually with those long campaigns you do, I bet you could plan it. And I trust you… it’s kinda weird though.”

Eddie’s like “You know I love weirdos; hit me with it Stevie.”

Steve, starts off slowly, darting looks at Eddie’s face while he talks. “It’s morning, and my alarm isn’t set. Alarm clock isn’t even plugged in. Is it because I’m sleeping in? No— it’s because it is Someone Else’s Responsibility to get me up on time, and I trust them to do it. They wake me up and normally- depending on the day- I’d decide if I’ll shower or take a bath or just wash my face and brush my teeth before doing my hair but not this day.

No, on Steve Doesn’t Think Day they wake me up and tell me how to clean up. I’m in there and they knock on the door and say “hey, Steve, I set your outfit out on the bed. when you’re done get dressed and come to the kitchen.” and I do! I still have a whole closet and wardrobe full of clothes that I don’t have to consider. Does my outfit match the weather? Is it color coordinated? Does it match the plans for the day? It probably is all those things, but I’m not worried about that. I’m just a very good listener, who doesn’t decide things.

And then I go in the kitchen!” Steve, excited, getting into it, starts pacing around. “Are there groceries? Am I cooking breakfast? Are we going to brunch later? Was that budgeted for? Is it a cereal day or a coffee and toast day or a full spread day? There are answers to all of those questions, and whoever woke me up has them. I don’t give a damn. They hand me a cup of coffee, I’m like thank you very much, they’re like of course, Steve, good job, Steve, I’m proud of you, Steve, don’t worry about it, Steve, you let me worry about it. Just. You know, man.

A full day of going places and doing things and not having to stress or plan for it any of it. I don’t have to drive, unless they tell me to drive. I don’t have to talk to other people unless they tell me to talk! Maybe I bitch a little, because complaining is fun!! And they don’t get angry at me for it and their feelings don’t get hurt because they know I’m just gonna listen in the end anyway. Total relaxation, no decisions, complete faith that whoever’s in charge won’t put me in a bad spot.”

And dom top Eddie, white knuckling his black bandana trying really hard not to vibrate apart at a molecular level while he listens to Steve Harrington describe lifestyle submission as his most ideal day, fighting to answer in a calm and level voice: “Steve-o, you’re not gonna believe what I’m about to tell you.”

They have a long conversation and after Eddie’s like I want you to go in the other room and really think about what you want from this because I’ll take charge of you for the day but we need boundaries and guidelines; go consider this seriously for at least an hour. Steve respects Eddie (and also enjoys acts of service and doing what he’s told) so of course he listens. This does lead to Steve repeatedly sticking his head into the room Eddie’s in to say something unhinged, like

“Hey, sometimes when I’m struggling to get out of my own head I purposely wear my starchiest tightest jeans and my tightest polo and it kinda restricts my movement and reach and breathing and brings a constant awareness of my body that I find really grounding — is that bondage and do you think I should be tied up? okay, okay, thanks, restart the hour please.”

It’s a long afternoon for Eddie.

This is.

Art.

This is art.

Thank you for sending this in, please tell me you plan to write more of this because I would love that very much.

I love just about any type of realization Steve has about his kinks, but the one where he just realizes that the stuff he likes is actually very kinky and Eddie is the one to tell him hits every check mark for me.

Thank you thank you thank you for this. I hope you catch every green light on your daily travels and no one ever talks to you unless you want them to. ❤️

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #not mine #but my god i hope there's more of this soon

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catmansquad · 6 months

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Admonishment

In the aftermath of watching ATSV together, Miguel has a few thoughts on his mind he needs to vent...

Miguel X M!Reader

The popcorn bowl on the table with little more left than crumbs and kernels, the two empty glasses, and the scroll of credits across the television screen. Slowly you tore your gaze from the screen and looked to the man beside you; the large man with his long legs stretched out, who took up half the sofa and dipped the weight enough that you were left up against his bulky body. Miguel looked thoughtful, almost conflicted. You took in the sight of him; this wonderful, strange, and powerful man from another world. He had done so much good in your life...

'Hm... This.... This is it?' He gestured one hand towards the screen, maroon eyes narrowed slightly. You cleared your throat softly and made a move to push yourself up from him.

'Until the next one, yeah. Why? Not a fan of how they portrayed you, Mig?'

You had to admit, that Oscar Isaac had done a frighteningly accurate performance, the man had been a mimic for his voice and cadence. Miguel's eyes narrowed again and his gaze flicked to you before he pushed himself up to sit up straight.

'Not particularly. I would understand creative liberty if this were based on me, but I'm left with the feeling that reality is out to mock me. Ahh... Where do I begin?'

He closed his eyes, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose in thought before finding the words.

'Right. So, this version of me, who claims that... Entities foreign to their native realities could cause a disruption and collapse of that reality.... Has filled an entire building with- I assume- thousands of entities foreign to his reality? A-am I the only one seeing the hypocrisy here?'

He snorted a soft laugh, a smile breaking across his features, you watched him raise one of his massive hands, one finger raised in a count, then the second.

'Secondly, on the nature of reality; this idea behind, uh.... Supposed cellular degeneration- or as they call it "Glitching".... Well, look at me, cariño. It doesn't happen. Heh.'

True to his words, Miguel had been in and out of your world and his repeatedly, and then he had spent one night in your bed, that turned into two nights, then a week... Not once had the man suffered like a computer program on the fritz. Now he sat beside you with a grin of smug triumph, convinced in his superiority over his fictional self.

'Did you want to include "Canon" in that too, Miguel?'

You watched the larger man chuckle again, shaking his head.

'I'm not even going to start on that rigid thought experiment of how the multiverse works. He's dashingly handsome and has a great sense of style, but that fictional me is an unfortunate idiot. I take it you also saw their version of Nueva York?'

You nodded slowly, his third finger only partially uncurled. You had indeed seen the Nueva York of the movie, but had yet to see the one of your boyfriend's own world.

'Heh. I will admit, the architecture is beautiful, I would be happy to live in such a world. On that I was willing to give them a pass...'

He paused, licking his tongue down one of those sharp, frightening fangs he had to live with every day of his life. That had been quite a revelation as to why the man you dated had always been mumbling and hiding his smiles and laughter.

'But, we need to discuss the space elevator to the moon...'

Your mind clicked into gear, you had caught sight of Miguel out of the corner of your eye, watching his fictional self chasing down Morales with a single-minded fury; sat beside you, your boyfriend looked.. terrified. Haunted. Like a bad memory come to the surface. The third finger uncurled.

'Supposedly, this is 2099, yes? Not 5099, World of Tomorrow... In my world, it is 2102, we do not have anything close to that. I-I don't- the tidal forces and the rotation of the earth combined with the lunar orbit- it just wouldn't work, alright?'

You smiled, loving to see Miguel stop himself short of flying into another of his "nerd rages". Eventually he huffed a long sigh and slouched back into the sofa with arms folded like he was sulking. Adorable. You shuffled closer against him, resting your head on his broad shoulder and trying to draw his gaze to you with a look alone.

'It's just a film, Miguel... Entertainment, a work of fiction.'

He unfolded his arms, lifting one of them to wrap around you and pull you closer to him. He was always so warm and solid.

'I used to be just a work of fiction in your world, mi corazon... Some people here still seem to think I'm a free-running vigilante in a funny suit...'

He blinked, his intense eyes softened, the tiniest smile curled onto his lips.

'Hey... How about you stay with me tonight, at my place? I'll show you what Nueva York really looks like. You won't even need to wear a gizmo. You just have to promise to not stand around gawking... I'm still keeping this multiversal travel stuff hush-hush.'

He winked and you couldn't fight back the broad grin that grew across your features, excitement thundering in your heart. Another world. Your boyfriend's world.

'Is Lyla as irritating to you as the one in the movie is to him?'

You watched his eyes close, his head bowed. Finally, his confession came forth.

'No. She's even worse... Thank you, Xina...'

'Can we go now, Miguel? Can we go right now?!'

'Shh, shh... Calm yourself. Heh. We'll go once we've cleaned up here and you've packed your overnight bag...'

Just before he rose from the sofa, you caught a meaningful glimpse of something in his eyes.

'.... Although, I don't think you'll be getting much sleep in my bed. Heh.'

#miguel o'hara #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miguel o'hara x male reader

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patdkoala · 1 year

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO I kinda want a part two

I just moved into my new apartment complex. It's nice. Clean. Quiet. And it's mostly filled with actors and actresses so the people that live here are rarely home anyway.

I'm a writer. So, I'm always home.

I sit in my apartment, turn on my ambiance lamp, have my record player on a constant rotation of my favorite tunes, and then have my cup of tea.

I will sit there and write for hours on end. If all goes well, I will have written a page and a half during those hours.

I never said I was a good writer. I'm speaking from experience.

One day I was getting home late. (I was sitting at Mcdonald's for two hours just reordering a large fry with a large Dr. Pepper.) I had just stepped out of the elevator and I heard the apartment door next to mine open and then close.

My neighbor was finally home.

For as long as I'd lived here, they had never been home. I've lived here for two years.

I set my giant Dr. Pepper cup on the counter along with my keys and wallet. I turned on my lamp and record player.

I turned it up on full volume like I have been doing for the past two years. I sat down at my desk and started to write about the people I was staring at in McDonald's. Then I heard three knocks at my door.

Quite loudly too if I must say.

"Jeez, I'll be right there!" I yelled as I ran over to the door to answer it.

I opened the door and I shit you not the guy standing there looked like that Billy Dunne fella from that Amazon show I was watching late last night.

"Excuse me, but do you mind turning that down? I'm trying to run lines and we have thin walls," He said as I just stood there and stared at him.

"Are you-" "Yes, I am the man from the tv. Now, do you mind turning that down?" He said in a grumpy old man tone that made me roll my eyes and go to turn it off.

I left the front door open and when I went back over to it, he was gone. So I shut the door and did what any sane person would do, I googled him.

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

Okay, I watched all of them. Plus, I finished all of Daisy Jones and started Peaky Blinders.

A few days later, I realized I hadn't written anything for days. I'd been sitting on the couch ordering food to my door and only getting up to use the restroom or answer the door.

I decided to cool it on the Sam Claflin marathon. I got up and took a shower. I then deep-cleaned my whole apartment.

I finally decided to write something. So, I set up my lamp and my record player. I may or may not have forgotten about my neighbor, Sam Claflin.

I started writing and then I heard three distinct knocks at the door. It's funny how I can tell it's his knocks already.

I opened the front door and smiled up at the tall gentleman in front of me. "Hello, Sam Claflin. Would you like for me to turn down the music again?"

"Yes, I- Did you google me?" He asked as I nodded proudly. "I did as a matter of fact. I also watched your whole discography."

"What? No, you didn't. That would have taken you a matter of days."

"I did actually. I'm a big loner with no friends and all I do is spend all day writing in my sad lonely apartment. If I don't go outside for weeks nobody is gonna notice," I said as he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

"Yes, of course, my dear Mycroft," I said with a wink.

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

"Yes. I watched everything. Even the bad romance ones and the-"

"You don't like romance movies? What woman doesn't like romance movies?"

"Ones with brains. They are all the same. They all start the same and all end the same."

"Oh, you've had your heart shattered," He said as he crossed his arms.

"What? No. I've never even been in that sick puppy love before. I've only been in serious relationships with serious men. Not dumb pretty boy actors. Also, what's with you dying in all of your films? And do you only star in book renditions?"

"Did you just call me a pretty boy actor?"

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

He just stood there and smiled at me. His cheesy British pretty boy actor smile. And I mistakenly smiled back.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked as I then crossed my arms to match his energy.

"Okay. But, I don't want to go out."

"Okay. We can eat at my place. I'll pick you up at-"

"I can walk next door by myself. You just have dinner ready by 8."

He nodded and then he walked away from the door. I shut it and went back to writing.

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

I then started to get ready around 7:30. I wasn't going to put much time or effort into this because I don't see it as a date. I see it as a get-together with my cute neighbor who just so happens to be Sam Claflin.

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

"You're late," He said as I rolled my eyes and walked into his apartment without any introduction.

"Well, I figured you already don't like me so what's the harm in being a few minutes late."

"How can I not like you when I don't even know your name?"

"(Y/N). There now you have every right not to like me."

"Okay, well, (Y/N). I hope you like chicken."

"What if I was a vegetarian? Would you have something else for me to eat?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

"Then we won't have to worry about that now do we?"

I smiled at him and then sat down at the two-seater table in the middle of his dining room. His apartment was a little bigger than mine. I guess that comes with being a big-time Hollywood actor.

He had nice things. A big Tv. A big couch. Probably even had a big bed.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have my twin bed from my college apartment.

His plants are fake, though. This means that he likes the ambiance that plants create but he doesn't want the commitment of keeping them alive.

"What are you doing?"

"Scoping out your apartment. Seeing if I'm going to steal it from you or not," I said as he laughed and then sat down in front of me.

He poured us both glasses of wine.

"Is this a date?" I asked as he set the bottle down.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Well, I'm just curious because you asked me out before you even knew my name. So, you are either insane or incredibly horny and will most likely fuck anything that moves," I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you a musician?" He asked obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

"Those are just some of my favorite bands. They help me write when I can't think of anything."

"Ah, you're a writer. That makes sense," He said as I glared at him from across the table.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you talk a lot and you seem to always be stuck in your own head. I've seen a lot of writers and they all have those tells."

"Okay, so you figured me out. My turn."

I studied him. I've watched all his movies. I know his Star Chart. I know what college he went to. I know when he first started acting. I know what his first movie was. I know who his first girlfriend was and I know to who he lost his virginity. He's another dumb male celebrity that has nothing secret or hidden from the media.

"I've got nothing," I said as I looked into his eyes.

Because that was the truth. I looked into this man's eyes and all I saw were these gorgeous green eyes that were just staring right back at me.

"Well, since you know everything about me do you mind if I ask you something?" He asked as he ate a piece of meat off his fork.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

"Because I wanted to figure you out and I found it interesting that I live next to Sam Claflin the actor."

"Pretty boy actor" He added as if he were correcting me.

"Right. Pretty boy actor." I said as he turned a slight shade of pink.

"Are you usually home alone? Or do you live with someone?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me, Sam Claflin?"

"No. And why do you keep using my full name?"

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

We went on to talk about what I like to write. Which is mostly mystery and murder mystery. I stray far away from romance. It's sticky and all the same.

He learned my Star Chart. What college I went to. When I first started writing. The first novel I wrote. Who my first boyfriend was and to whom I lost my virginity.

"I hope to see you again, (Y/N) (L/N)," He said as he leaned against my door frame. (He insisted on walking me to my door)

"Well, if I ever want to see you again I know to just turn my music up too loud," I said as he smiled and then I turned around and shut the door.

I leaned against it and I swear this man stood in front of my closed door for a solid minute before walking away. I wonder if he was hoping I'd open it and let him in.

If we were going to have sex, though, I'd hope it'd be in his bed because mine can barely support my own weight.

#sam claflin #Fluff #Sam Claflin x reader #Friends to lovers #sam claflin imagine

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yandere-collections · 1 year

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Since the first post about it, I am now eternally rotating Yandere Town in my mind. Lately it’s imagining how the townspeople would react if the reader was a complete recluse. There’d be clandestine watchtowers in place with a view of the readers home, and any time they left people got some equivalent of an amber alert that their darling is out and about, so be on your best behavior! Everyone working double time to make every second count should they encounter the reader, tripping over themselves to try and make enough of an impression that they just might come out more often.

The more desperate folks get dressed in blue collar outfits and pass themselves off as inspectors who “just need to take a quick look around, make sure everything’s in order.” The reader is equal parts relieved that the town takes citizen safety so seriously and confused as to why five people have showed up in the last three days, not to mention that they seem more interested in chatting than doing any work. The local government cracks down on that pretty quickly, but a few people still slip through the cracks.

Once they all get some idea of what the reader enjoys, the events going on in town get weirdly specific. Checked out a lot of horror books at the library? Big horror movie night in the gym! Spotted shopping around the farmers market? Time for the local festival with plenty of fresh pies and homemade treats! Frequently stop by a certain restaurant? What do you know, they actually throw this big feast in town every year! Crazy how it just happens to fall on the readers birthday, huh? They wouldn’t want to miss it, would they?

And since I’m a big fan of darlings who can read between the lines, the reader catching on that people are acting weird and leaving the house even less than they did when they first arrived, and turning away any unexpected visitors, even if they really are there to check on the house. Unrest sweeping through the streets because nobody’s seen them for the past month, and the leaders have to resort to drastic measures to keep the peace. The fireman chalk up the destruction of the readers entire house to be a horrible case of flawed wiring, they really should’ve let someone check that out. Nowhere to stay? Don’t be silly! Anyone in town would be happy to take them in until they have somewhere new to stay. It’s a close knit town, so expect plenty of guests! Surely the reader won’t mind, they can’t dictate such things in someone else’s home, right? :)

(Apologies for the long-ish ask, it’s just been rotting my brain and I needed to get it all out of my system. Love the stories, love you, have a wonderful day.)

YES YES YES!!! You have reached into my mind and took my exact thoughts to the point where I don't actually have much to add to this.

I definitely think being a recluse would lead to more yanderes invading your privacy, ironically enough. If they can't come in for inspections, your "neighbors" offer to renovate and maintain your home. New paint, gardening, one of them even offered to start digging a hole in your backyard to put in a pool (no ulterior motives here! they totally aren't hoping to catch you in a bathing suit on the dozens of cameras surrounding your house). While you may be missing some things and you're pretty sure you have less locks on your windows now, you can't deny how much nicer the house looks. Hopefully you don't get too attached because, like you said, something bad may happen if you spend too much time inside. They won't resort to burning it down unless they're really desperate. Most of the time, a burst sewer line or power outage is enough. Maybe the utility company will shut off your water, forcing you to stay at a friend's for a while.

Never apologize for long asks! It's a genuine delight to see how excited people get about my writing <3

#yandere town #multiple yanderes #yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #my writing

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hi, i hope your having a good day!!

this one might be kind of triggering (and it’s kind of a vent so answer if you want) but i was wondering if you had any advice for what to do when you just don’t want to do anything? i kinda spiraled on super small stuff and it feels like everything i do is pointless, even though i want to do things without feeling bad about it.

thanks so much, again i hope your having a great day!

Hi anon.

Sorry this took so long to respond to, I had an errand to run and wanted to take my time answering this.

First off, you're definitely not alone feeling this way. I understand it, and I'm sure most people also do. Just looking at the state of the world alone is enough to have anyone spiraling, and some days, everything is just too much.

Be kind to yourself. There's nothing wrong with how you're feeling. Take deep breaths and give yourself some grace. Life is hard already, and with everything else going on, it's only so much worse. Everyone is struggling right now, and you're definitely not alone in it. Life seems pretty meaningless when you compare it to what's going on elsewhere.

There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. I had to learn that the hard way. Self care is one of the most important things you can do. I used to hate hearing that, but it's true. Self care doesn't have to be putting on a face mask and doing yoga. It can be ordering food from your favorite restaurant and eating it on the couch while watching your favorite movie. It can be painting a picture or playing your favorite game or putting together a puzzle. Whatever is easy that makes you feel good, start with that. Even if you're just laying in bed all day rotating yourself like a rotisserie chicken, sometimes that's what we need.

Depression is hard. I know that better than anyone. I've been there, in those weeks where nothing is right and everything is meaningless, and doing even the simplest task feels like you're being forced to hold the weight of the world. Be kind to yourself, be forgiving towards yourself, give yourself grace. Don't try to force anything. Take breaks. Drink lots of water and eat some good food. It might not make you feel better in the long run, but the little things start adding up. If you start to do something and it just doesn't feel right, then don't try to push it.

The worst thing we can do in these moments is force more stress and try to bury those feelings. Take it easy. Take lots of breaks. Be kind to yourself. I know I keep saying that, but as someone who used to hate themselves for taking even a day off, you're only going to run yourself into a worse place than you are now. Give yourself some grace. It's okay to struggle. Take care of yourself and take it easy. Do something unproductive, and just let your mind relax for a while. 💚

#trying to force things will only make you feel worse #i'm still learning that lesson #i'm here for you anon #we all are #💚💚#answered

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oddygaul · 3 months

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Godzilla Minus One

I’ve been going through something of a Godzilla crash course for the past year or so. When I was pretty little, I think I once rented a VHS of the original Godzilla from my local library. I don’t remember almost anything, but I think the themes and talking went over my head and I was mostly disappointed he wasn’t punching another monster. Then, I got a McDonald’s toy of the 1998 Godzilla, which was in my regular school backpack rotation for a while, and... that was about the extent of my experience with the guy.

Two of my best friends, though, are huge Godzilla stans who grew up watching just about every movie that’s ever released. After discovering my innocence, they’ve taken it upon themselves to educate me in his big scaly ways.

Most of these screenings were well before I started keeping this journal, so I don’t have deep thoughts on them. We started with Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla - wasn’t impressed by the robotic human characters, but Kiryu is sick as fuck, no getting around it. Next was Anno’s Shin Godzilla - as a lifelong Evangelion fan, I was really tickled by how much the entire movie felt like an extended, live-action Operation Yashima sequence, and the half dozen remixes of Decisive Battle were the icing on the cake. Final Wars, despite clearly being made by some folks who had just seen The Matrix and wanted in on that action, was exactly my kind of schlock and I honestly can’t wait to rewatch it. Tokyo SOS was kind of forgettable? …outside of the scene where the rival punches a fly out of the air one inch from someone’s face, which I now do weekly. And finally, All Monsters Attack was a wild fever dream of a movie; the plot is about a child vividly hallucinating Godzilla fighting giant crabs and shit in order to deal with his own growth and confidence issues, and that all works… exactly as well as it sounds like it would work. Overall, I’ve certainly enjoyed my time with the franchise, but it’s certainly in a more, I dunno, popcorny way.

So color me surprised having seen Minus One and being genuinely impressed on all fronts!

This is easily the most compelling human storytelling out of all the Zils I’ve watched. To be honest, during the long gap between Godzilla’s introduction and his reappearance in the plot, I got so fully invested in the characters and the story that was unfolding, it was a little jarring having a big monster show up. The emotional core of the story, based around a found family trying to find meaning in their lives in a devastated, post-war Japan, was genuinely engaging, well-acted, and absorbing. I guess Godzilla being there is what got my butt into the seat, but I honestly wouldn’t have minded a more grounded take on this scenario/era either.

I quite liked that Godzilla’s design in this movie felt focused around his aquatic habitat - he felt very lithe, crocodilian and deadly in the water.

Similarly, after spending so much time digging into the hopelessness felt at large by the citizens we see, and the widespread devastation of Tokyo after the firebombing, Godzilla coming in and attacking Ginza felt like a gut punch. Typically, in the Godzillas I’ve watched, at least, the moment where Godzilla finally shows up and wrecks shop is a moment for the audience to cheer. You recognize that the horror and destruction he’s wreaking is bad, of course, but for one reason or another the blow is usually softened tonally. In Shin Godzilla, for example, we watch plenty of montages of Japan’s well-oiled, calm evacuation plans being carried out, so we’re not worried as much about the human toll. In the more creature feature entries, like Tokyo SOS, these type of scenes are more WWE throwdown than human catastrophe - the city’s really just backdrop, and it’s time to get hype. Minus One even has some moments like this, in my opinion - the scene when Godzilla first engages the battleship and they cut off his iconic roar has strong “real done with your shit” vibes that make the film’s debut atomic breath a real crowd-pleaser.

But man, the Ginza scene? Absolutely devastating. Panicked, weary crowds, scores of people visibly trampled underfoot, the black rain calling back to Japan’s nuclear strikes… the entire scene is designed to be a nightmare, and I thought it was a powerful decision in a franchise movie to make the viewer squirm and wish the titular character hadn’t shown up at all.

“Godzilla, bro, look. My job? The job I’m working to feed this orphan who showed up on the doorstep of my dead parents' house? That job is shooting active mines out of the ravaged coasts of my country on a fishing boat at great personal risk to myself and my only friends. Did we really need this? Was this warranted? Could you just like, fuck off?”

Overall, I just can’t get over how strong the character work and theming was. There’s a lot of musing on the value of a life, survivor’s guilt, and people grappling with the aftermath of a lost war while figuring out how they can still make a difference in their community. In the opening scene, you can already tell from the conversation between the main character and the engineer that they both understand the war is over, and yet Shikishima carries guilt with him the entire movie about not committing the meaningless sacrifice his country asked of him. He’s absolutely wracked with guilt, feeling that he’ll be rejected by society for failing - and to a degree he is, especially in the first act. After that, though, time and time again, the movie shows a community coming together, refusing to let each other give in and succumb to guilt, and finding ways to rebuild their home and move forward on their own terms, rather than under the direction of a government that's abandoned them.

The standout scene for me was Shikishima’s trauma coming to a peak when he wakes up at night and questions if he’s been dead all along, wondering if his current life is just a hallucination. I feel like I’ve seen that exact scene or moment in other media before, but it always felt like empty words, unconvincing; here, the buildup and acting was just so stellar that I fully resonated with this broken man and bought every word.

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #movies #godzilla #godzilla minus one

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writingritings · 1 year

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Save a horse

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Summary: You give Cassidy's pecs a massage

Tags: nipple play, massage, established relationship, dad bod, grinding, dirty talk, GN reader

Its also on my AO3

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“You alright?” You look over at Cassidy. You both are sitting on the couch enjoying a movie for your weekly film Friday when you noticed him going back to massaging his shoulder.

“Yeah darlin’, just have a crick in my neck. Been busting my ass all day at the office since they've made me start doing my own paperwork” Cassidy started to rotate his shoulder with his elbow

“Slinging guns is easier than signing papers?” you tease and slide the empty bucket of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you and peer over at Cassidy when he doesn’t reply. He’s rolling his shoulder with a tense expression.

“That bad huh? Want me to take a look at it?”

He shrugs.

“I would you love touching me, but I already put some muscle cream on that area”

You turn to look at him, your elbow propped up on the couch pillows. “Then how ‘bout you hop in the shower so I can give you a massage? It’ll feel better than some cream.

He turned to smile at you “You got yourself a deal sweet pea”

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After you both cleaned the living room and stopped the movie, Cassidy padded across the hall into the bathroom. You heard the shower head flick on as you laid down a towel onto the bed and fetched the bottle of baby oil from your dresser. Once you got your supplies and gave the room a once over, you turned off the overhead light and flicked on a lamp by the bedside table.

“You settin’ the mood for me pumpkin?”

You turn to see Cassidy in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and hair.

“Thought I’d wash everything, be pretty for ya” he sits on the edge of the bed and swings his legs over the bottom of the towel before discarding the towel around his waist.

You smile and join him by his side maneuvering him to hit his back on the rest of the towel “Aww Cas you’re already pretty for me”

His cheeks darked and he unwraps the towel from his head to distract himself.

“You don’t have to butter me up baby” He says as he ruffles his hair.

“I’m serious, you’re a very pretty boy” You uncap the bottle of oil and rub warm it with your hands. “Now turn over, I wanna unknot those knots.”

You hear him grunt before he turns over, bringing a pillow above him down to rest his head.

“It was on your left side, right?

“Right, I mean… yeah on my left, between my shoulder blade and neck” you brush your fingertips on his skin to feel just how tight his skin was. You look over at the side of his face and see him close his eyes.

You chuckle “Are you nervous?”

He shifted under you “Kinda, you’ve never exactly given me a massage before”

You giggled “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You start to work your hands along his neck, testing out how hard you should press into his skin before applying more pressure. There were moments when you could swear you heard a small noise from Cassidy, but you didn’t want to point it out so as not to embarrass him further. After around ten minutes, the angle of leaning over the bed was an awkward angle, and was making massaging Cassidy harder than it needed to be.

“Hey Cass, are you still with me?”

He tilted his head up “Yeah pumpkin, everything alright?”

“It’s been awkward on my hips to lean over the bed like this, would you mind if I sat on top of you?”

“You planning on touching me more? Of course baby”

You feel the bed dip under your knee as you pull your body over his.

“Save a horse, right?”

“That’s my line sugar” He attempted to reach behind him to reach your hand but you swatted him away.

“Hands to yourself cowboy” you pushed his hand back above him and got back to work on his massage.

“You gotta knot right there sugar” you hummed and pressed deeper into his skin. A gasp escaped his lips and you chuckled.

“You like my hands that much Cassidy?” You continue to knead into his skin as it softens.

“You got magic hands sweet pea”

“Aww thanks.” You lean down and kiss between his shoulder blades. You feel his skin jump under your fingers and are careful to press into that area as you sit back up.

“Thought you were supposed to be massaging me not teasing me” He looked at you behind his shoulder.

“I can do both, besides, you shoulder is officially unknotted.”

“Is that so?” you feel him start to shift under you and lift onto your knees until Cass is fully turned on his back and sits back onto his thighs. “What should we do now sweet pea”? He rests his hands onto your waist.

You pause for a second before lowering your eyes to his pecs “I could massage your front?”

He blinked “My front? Nothing sores there.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah but it might be nice. Plus there are still muscles there, it’ll be good to massage them”

He looked surprised before a smile spread across his face “You got a thing for my chest don’t you?”

Your eyes dart away before you fix them back on him “Would that be so bad?”

“Mmh, I suppose it’s not” He moved his hands down onto your thighs and circled your knees with his thumbs.

You swatted his hands and once again gathered them by the wrists and placed them over his head. “Massage rules still apply, hands to yourself.”

He hummed as he watched you go for the baby oil again. Instead of warming the oil in your hands, you decide to drip it directly onto his chest. You laugh as you watch him flinch and gasp under the string of oil snaking its way across his chest. You make sure he has a generous amount on him before you cap the bottle again.

“A little cold” He smiles sheepishly at you as he readjusts himself.

“I’ll warm it up for you baby” you smooth your hands over his chest, making sure to collect enough oil so it doesn't drip onto the towel underneath. You spread both your hands onto each of his pecs, the warm oil glistening onto his chest hair. You lean closer, eyes set on clearing the area around his nipples from hair. You feel him buck his hips up as you prod and knead at his chest.

“What did I say about moving?” You push back down onto him with your hips and hear him groan but feel his thighs still.

“Quit toyin with me baby” you watch his chest heave.

You resume massaging his chest, now with the pad of your thumbs on his nipples feeling them harden and move at your mercy. “These are sensitive, right?” You say, teasing. You see him move his hand over his move to stifle a whimper.

You continue anyway. “I can tell you’re excited” He follows your eyes down to his crouch. His cock is standing upright with precum dripping onto your clothed thigh. “Someone’s excited” You chuckle and touch the tip of it with your finger pad. “Would you want me to massage this too?” He looks up at you with hopeful eyes but you continue “Or, do you think you could cum on your own?”

“Please” you have to lean in to hear him under his hand.

You tug it away before speaking again. “Please what baby?”

“He shuts his eyes quickly before speaking again “Please help me cum… by massaging my cock and chest” You smile and lean down to kiss his nose.

“Of course baby boy” You start to focus back on his right nipple while your other hand plays with his cock. He throws his head back onto his pillow and moans.

“That feel good, baby?”

“You always feel g-good” he sputters out and you smile before he speaks again. “Can I please touch you?”

You decide to take pity on him and guide his hands to your waist. You start to grind down into him, giving him friction. You pull him into a kiss as he starts to buck into your thighs. Before long, your mouth was marking his neck with your teeth. You pull off of his neck and smile at the mark you make before you hear him gasp into your ear and feel his hands grip tighter onto your waist. You could tell he was close.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” You feel his hair on the side of your head as he nods. “Cum for me” His body stills with and shudders and you see his mouth drop open as he shudders. You smile as you kiss his lips and back onto his neck. You look up again as his hands snake their way along your back and pull you closer.

“How do you feel?” you smile down at him.

“Hmm, relaxed” he chuckled and sat up. “And looking to return the favor?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Lets shower first” you giggle and pull him off the bed.

#cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch #gender neutral reader #cole cassidy x Gn reader

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rocketturtle4 · 9 months

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9 people You'd Like to Know More

Tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist thankyou! @waitmyturtles tagged me literally as I was writing this too lol thanks!

Last song:

*opens spotify in trepidation* okay not bad

Choose Your Fighter by Ava Max

youtube

The barbie movie had a bunch of great songs but this one was my favourite. So it got added to my most transient playlist for at least a little while (I basically add and remove songs at random lol)

Currently Watching: you ready for this?

Hidden Agenda

Be Mine Superstar (1 ep behind) (I am struggling with how well Ja is portraying awkwardness in this, my second hand embarrasment has always been unfortunately high and even though I like the show I am not sure how much more I'll watch)

King the Land (On ep 12, I fell behind a little but it's finished now so I'll catch up soon)

Minato's Laundromat 2

Wedding Plan (1 ep behind)

Jun & Jun (My current fav ngl)

Be My Favourite

Stay by my Side (1 ep behind)

Laws of Attraction

Not Airing

Gay Ok Bangkok (I'm on S2 Ep1)

The Warp Effect (I'm on Ep 2)

Until We Meet Again (I'm on episode 11)

Our Skyy x Star In Mind (Ep 1)

(For the record except Our Skyy x Star In Mind I am literally paused partway through these episodes lol)

Just Finished (this week)

Heartstopper Season 2

The Witcher Season 3

The Eclipse x Our Skyy

Starting Soon(ish): *takes a quick breath*

Good Omens S2

Only Friends

Sing You Crush (this one's airing weekly as I'm not premium IQIYI so I'll be adding it into rotation)

Theory of Love

Wish You

I am not sure about I Feel You Linger In The Air or Dangerous Romance so I'm leaving those two till at least a few eps have dropped though I'll probably join in in September

Also I am kind of curious about The Jungle

Currently Reading

Vertebrates: comparative Anatomy, Function, Evolution

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Analysis of Vertebrate Structure.

I thought about just listing a couple papers lol but I am reading both of these books at the moment for thesis reasons, just not really cover to cover.

(the bits I am reading are FASCINATING Though)

Current Obsession

Ah, I'm pretty sure all of BL is my current obsession if that wasn't already clear.

I haven't been this interested in something to the exclusion of all else since Doctor Who...and that is not a comparison I make lightly.

Tagging @shouldiusemyname @thegalwhorants @dribs-and-drabbles @clairificusrex @plantsarepeopletoo @sparklyeyedhimbo @callipigio @grapejuicegay if you want!

#tag game #rturts is wondering #get to know me #Youtube

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jaxteller87 · 7 months

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Traditions part 1

Teen years - Halloween night

It was that time of year again - Halloween. This tradition had been with us since Amber and I were little, watching Halloween classics like Casper, Hocus Pocus, and Beetlejuice. We maintained our annual movie marathon as we grew older and stopped trick-or-treating, but we decided to change things up this year. Instead of having it at Amber’s house, we were having a cozy date night at my house. We began with a double feature of The Nightmare Before Christmas and Beetlejuice, and during dinner, I prepared Amber’s favorite Chinese food. After dinner, we snuggled up on the sofa to watch Casper and enjoy some popcorn.

“I feel like I say this every year, but was this movie always this cheesy?” I asked, tossing a piece of popcorn up in the air and catching it in my mouth.

“Yup,” Amber laughed, mimicking me but missing.

“Thank you for this, Jax. I know this isn’t your thing anymore, but I really appreciate it,” Amber flashed that beautiful smile at me.

“What? Who are you kiddin’? I love this kind of stuff.”

“I thought you were into scarier stuff, like real horror movies?” she asked, attempting to catch another piece of popcorn and succeeding.

“Sure, but I had a horror night with the guys the other week,” I smirked, “I’d much rather hang out with you, though.”

“Oh,” she blushed.

She was right; I had grown out of the kid-style flicks, but I didn’t mind as long as we spent time together. Lately, there had been so much going on with school and helping Ma with club stuff, well, as much as I was allowed to help. We put the popcorn aside and cuddled up on the sofa.

“Oh, I knew there was something I wanted to ask you,” Amber said, looking up at me.

“How much slack did you and Opie catch from the guys for doing the double date pumpkin carving with me and Donna?”

“Nah, it was cool. They just busted our asses a little bit, no big deal.”

Years later, our little family was snuggled up, watching cheesy Halloween movies. We continued the tradition with Mary and Thomas but left Beetlejuice out. We thought it might be a little too much for Mary, being only 5, but when they grew older, Beetlejuice would make its way back into the rotation.

“He’s cute, Mama,” Mary giggled, looking up at Amber. We were at the end of Casper when he became a real boy for the dance. Amber just smiled and agreed.

“Really?” I laughed.

“Of course,” Amber laughed. “I don’t know what girl didn’t think Casper was cute back in the day.” She smiled again, looking at me, then down at Thomas, who was sound asleep in her lap.

Later that night, after watching Hocus Pocus 2, Amber remarked, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought,” looking down at both kids who were sleeping. “I wasn’t sure about watching it because the first was such a cult classic.”

“Mama, I want a black cat for Christmas, and I want to name him Binx.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart. You already asked for the dollhouse,” Amber smiled.

“No,” she mouthed, seeing my grin. She knew I was about to suggest that Mary could have both.

A few minutes later, as we got into our bed, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“You know we can easily afford both, right? It’s just a dollhouse and a cat.”

“Only one big gift, not two. I want our kids to be raised like we were. Besides, she changes her mind so fast,” Amber said, despite Mary being adamant about the dollhouse.

“Well, maybe we could get that cat, and Ma and Nero could get the dollhouse,” I suggested, trying to figure out a way everyone could get a win.

Amber thought for a moment, and I was almost certain she wasn’t going to go for it. “That could work, actually,” she said.

“I wouldn’t mind having another cat around the house,” Amber chuckled, seeing Buttercup, a cat I saved from the shop last year, jump up on the foot of the bed, yawn, and then lay down.

“I always did want a cat named Binx when I was her age,” she snuggled up in my arms.

“You did?” I asked, kissing the top of her head. “I didn’t know that.”

Amber just looked at me with a raised eyebrow, her face saying what her mouth wasn’t.

“Okay, you’re right. If you did, you would’ve gotten me one at some point,” I conceded, and Amber laughed.

All this talk about felines reminded me of a story about Tig and a cat that looked remarkably like Binx from a few years ago. Tiggy and I took a day trip to the junkyard just outside Grandview to pick up a carburetor for an old pan-head Clay bought at a bike auction past Stockton. On our way home, we encountered that typical storybook scene of the little girl crying under a tree. I signaled Tig to pull over, and he made it clear that he didn’t want to, so I had to insinuate a little harder. Reluctantly, he finally slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road. I spotted the cat perched precariously on a tree branch as we approached the scene. The cat had sleek black fur and bright green eyes, and it bore a striking resemblance to Binx from Hocus Pocus.

“Tig, you always say how you’re the impulsive one; how about an impulsive rescue?”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’ll show you,” Without a second thought, Tig sprang into action. He walked up to the tree with the confidence of a seasoned firefighter. Tig began shouting up at the cat, trying to coax it down.

“Hey there, kitty! You want some candy, huh? Or maybe some ‘nip? Come on down, buddy!” Tig called out.

The cat, however, didn’t seem too impressed by Tig’s efforts. It just stared down at him, blinking slowly as if wondering whether Tig was worth the trouble.

Tig looked at me for help, but it was all I could do to shrug my shoulders and smile, “You got this, Tiggy.”

“Sure I do,” Tig wasn’t one to be deterred easily. He decided to climb the tree himself. Now, imagine Tig, clad in his biker vest, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, attempting to scale a tree like a cat burglar in a slapstick comedy. Branches snapped, leaves rustled, and Tig’s colorful language taught that little girl some words she’d never heard before.

As Tig got closer to the cat, he started making cooing noises usually reserved for baby animals. “Here, kitty-kitty! Uncle Tiggy’s gonna save you!”

“It’s a cat, not a baby,” I suggested.

“Hey. Don’t mock the method. I’m the mother-fuckin’ cat whisperer,” he fired back.

“My bad,” I looked at the little girl who was worried sick. “Don’t worry, darlin’, Tig will get your cat down.”

Just when it seemed like Tig might actually succeed, disaster struck. A particularly rotten branch gave way, and Tig came crashing down, landing like a sack of potatoes on the ground. Miraculously, he managed to avoid any serious injuries, but his pride was wounded. The cat hopped down out of the tree, onto his head, and then strutted over to the kid like nothing had happened. Man, I love that story.

“You know what,” I said, looking at Amber snuggled up in my arms, “We are most definitely getting another cat.”

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller fanfiction

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Rathbone Holmes movies, ranked

First, the series as a whole: it's really fun! Basil Rathbone will never be my Sherlock Holmes (that's Clive Merrison, until one I like better comes along) but I can see why he is the definitive Holmes for a lot of people. He definitely has the right look - half the time he looks like he walked right out of a Paget illustration. (He's also occasionally distractingly pretty? Like, I am ace as hell and sometimes had to rewind the movie because I was paying too much attention to how nice his eyes were.)

The films are obvious B movies and made quickly (if you look at the dates below, you'll see that there were sometimes three of these released in a single year), but the occasional jankiness and short runtimes are part of their charm. I love the recurring stable of bit part actors who appear over and over again - it's fun to spot them in each successive film. I also love the absolute refusal to explain a) the shift in the Victorian era to the 1940s when the series moved to Universal and b) how Moriarty can die at the end of three separate films. Sherlock Holmes is immortal; Moriarty is like Schrödinger's cat - either dead or alive, depending on the demands of the plot. It's delightful.

I have criticisms - try as I might, I can't get over my dislike of Nigel Bruce's Watson and his influence on the perception of Watson to this day. Lestrade is likewise occasionally unbearable. There's the normal period-typical racism to deal with in certain of the films as well. Sometimes the plots don't quite hang together and there's only one that can be called anything like a faithful adaptation of the story it claims to be based on.

But, even with that, they're fun movies and well worth checking out. I enjoyed watching them and there are a few that I'll put into my "good background movies for craft time" rotation. If you want to watch any of them, they're all on youtube except for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which you can find on the Internet Archive. Even the bad ones will only take up about 70 minutes of your time.

This post is so long, oh my god, and only going to get longer. The actual ranking will go under a cut. Sorry, folks on mobile.

And now, the ranking!

1) The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939) - Super fun. It claims to be based on the play by William Gillette but, having seen what this series generally uses the words “based on” to mean, I have my doubts about that. In any case, I think this one is stronger for not trying to wedge in details from the original stories. George Zucco’s Moriarty is fun and definitely has Weird Bitter Exes energy with Holmes, which I find very enjoyable. Holmes and Watson get space for some character work and Holmes gets to be a big weirdo on occasion - something I always appreciate. Moriarty’s schemes are very fun (even if the theft of the Crown Jewels doesn’t feel like a Moriarty-style crime*) and the climactic action scene is very exciting. Definitely my favorite of the series.

*Yes, okay, I spent the whole “stealing the Crown jewels” scene thinking “This is a Raffles crime. Except that he would keep them on his mantel for a week and then mail them back to the Queen in a biscuit box, the weirdo.”

2) The Woman in Green (1945) - This one is so hard to rank! It has a really good plot, Henry Daniell is my favorite of the three Moriartys in the series, the blackmail/murder device is really interesting, it has some fun Holmes and Watson interactions and some actual character work, and the climax is really tense and suspenseful. But I find the whole hypnosis thing deeply deeply unpleasant. I’m honestly mad about the fact that I like so much about this film and that it has a central plot device that renders it nearly unwatchable for me. I’m therefore putting it in the ranking where it would be if I didn’t have that very idiosyncratic problem with it. If you don’t have a hypnosis/mind control squick, this one’s very good.

3) The Hound of the Baskervilles (1939) - A fairly straight and faithful adaptation of HOUN, with a few changes due to the Hayes Code. It’s solid and very enjoyable, and it looks great, with some gorgeous use of fog. Rathbone and Bruce are both good in this one (Watson is a bit jammy, but not terribly so) and the side players are also excellent. (John Carradine! Lionel Atwill!) Points off for the titular Hound just being a normal-ass dog and not made to look spooky or supernatural at all. I’m probably rating this a little lower than other people might, simply because I’m not super into HOUN.

4) Terror by Night (1946) - A train movie! I love a train movie. And it’s a train movie plus a movie with Colonel Moran. (A Colonel Moran who isn’t a big game hunter, but is a notable jewel thief, a hobbyist mathematician, and “played for the Gentlemen at Lords”. Sure, okay, why not?) All of the red herring train passengers are very fun (as is Holmes siccing Watson on them as a distraction). Not the best of the series, but quite good.

5) Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror (1942) - My favorite of the “Holmes vs Nazis” films. This movie feels janky in places - there are some scenes that are such clear British propaganda that they’re a little hard to watch with a straight face - but there’s a very real feeling of tension and fear running through the film that makes up for it. (Being partially based on actual events probably helps there.) It’s also filmed in a way that feels like a much older film, which gives it a very unique look compared to the rest of the series. Even when it’s not actually good it is always interesting. (This was the first movie made after the series moved to Universal, so some of the odd feel may also be due to that.)

6) Dressed to Kill (1946) - There are two vague adaptation of SIXN in the series and this is the good one. It also steals a fun bit from SCAN. It feels a little padded (we spend entirely too long watching an auctioneer run an auction, twice, and also there’s a random musical number) but the villains are fun, the plot is generally exciting, it's got a cool maguffin, there’s an interesting musical puzzle, and there's a scene where Watson tries to entertain a child by making duck noises and the child is not having it. This is the last film in the series and it feels like a good ending.

7) Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943) - Most of the films in this series that claim to be based on a particular Holmes story are basically lying, but this one does make at least an attempt at MUSG, swapping the goofy geometry puzzle for a goofy chess puzzle. I like this one mostly for the period detail - I love that Watson gets to have an actual job at an army hospital, and I love the trio of shellshocked convalescents who wander through the film. (Ostensibly, they are presented as red herrings, but they mostly provide some gentle humor that is more to my taste than Watson or Lestrade’s usual shtick.) The final confrontation between Holmes and the killer in the crypt is also quite good.

8) Pursuit to Algiers (1945) - A boat movie! Fun, though not as good as a train movie. Homes and Watson are very married in this one, and all the subterfuge with the Ruritanian nobleman (I don’t remember what fake country he’s actually supposed to be from) is very good. Watson sings - this scene is not as painful as I feared it would be. I would have liked a little more time spent on the trio of killers, whom I found very intriguing, but I suppose these movies are only 70 minutes long, after all.

9) Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon (1943) - Oof. I mean, it has some good points, but the central scientist maguffin character is so dumb and boring. Fortunately, the second half of the movie gives us Lionel Atwill’s Moriarty, who is a joy. I mean, he’s not a particularly good Moriarty, but he’s an excellent example of a Lionel Atwill-style Fucked Up Weirdo and he gets to have excellent Weird Bitter Exes energy with Holmes - this is the height of the Holmes/Moriarty “we used to date and it ended so badly” thing that these movies are doing*. Also introduces Lestrade to the series. He is…not a good Lestrade.

*This one does have my favorite moment of the films slipping something past the Hayes Office. Holmes has just described his frankly disturbing fantasy about Moriarty’s death by slow exsanguination and Lionel Atwill’s Moriarty purrs, “The needle to the end, eh Holmes?”

10) The Scarlet Claw (1944) - What if HOUN again but in Canada this time? (Why are we in Canada? Look, don’t worry about it.) This one is pretty fun - the mystery is good, and I really enjoyed the character who turned out to be the killer. (He's played by perhaps my favorite of the recurring bit part actors.) However, it has perhaps too much jam Watson shtick - having Watson literally get stuck in a hole not once but twice is too much for me.

11) Sherlock Holmes in Washington (1943) - Not bad. All the subterfuge and trickery with the central maguffin is good, there is a very funny scene with Holmes pretending to be an obnoxious customer in an antique shop, and George Zucco returns as an excellent non-Moriarty villain. However, the plot itself is pretty lackluster and the film is ultimately kinda forgettable. Not bad, just not memorable - I enjoyed watching it but I did have to go look a synopsis to remind me which one this was.

12) The House of Fear (1945) - A fun And Then There Were None-style mystery, spoiled by way too much jam Watson. Nigel Bruce’s Watson is tolerable when he is relatively reined in - he is not reined in at all in this one. Good lord.

13) The Pearl of Death (1944) - On the plus side, this movie did steal its opening from “The Arrest of Arsène Lupin”, which did make me laugh, and also it does the “knocking over the bowl of oranges” bit from REIG, which is always a joy. On the other hand, it is nominally an adaptation of SIXN that goes out of its way to make Lestrade look bad and stupid, and also contains an inexplicable and unnecessary monster-murderer. Giles Conover is a fun villain; the Hoxton Creeper is not. I did not particularly enjoy this one.

14) The Spider Woman (1944) - This is my least favorite. It shoves details from about 6 different Holmes stories into a big blender and tries to make the resulting mess all work together as a coherent story. It doesn't. There are some good moments - I am fond of the scene between Watson and Lestrade when they think that Holmes is dead, doing SPEC with a spider is a cool idea, and there’s a bit where I swear they’re just quoting dialogue from Hornung’s “Ides of March” - but ultimately it doesn’t hang together well. (And also it misquotes the Norbury bit from YELL and makes it racist and I’m still very angry about it.) If you're going to skip any of the series, it should be this one.

#sherlock holmes #basil rathbone #and now to rewatch granada holmes!#rathbone holmes

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I bestow prompt on you *magic hands*

Sonic and Tails having a dance battle and seeing who is the all-time boogie champion

hi i have absolutely no idea how dance works but here *magic hands*

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When the static dissolves into colours, a clear close up of Sonic's left eye is all that is visible until the hedgehog takes a step or two backwards, a grin plastered on his face.

"Is it working?"

He questions, enthusiastically waving a hand in front of the camera. Still standing close enough to the camera that his face is the only thing it manages to capture.

"I made it, of course it's working." Another voice interrupts him from behind the camera and when the device rotates, it focuses on the little fox sitting on the couch of the living room of their small home.

The kit then sets the camera on the stack of books lying on the coffee table so it perfectly captures the scene in front of it. The video continued recording the blue hedgehog as he pokes around the lens of the camera and sticks his tongue out to it. Behind him the TV sets paused to what appears to be a dance scene in the middle of a movie.

Saturday nights have been movie nights for a long while for the two of them now and tonight Tails wanted to see the movie Amy recommended last time she was over. The fox thought it was pretty fun, it was about a young mobian girl achieving her dreams to be a professional dancer and while she wasn't exactly great at the job at the beginning, Tails liked her development until they watched.

Unlike someone else in the house.

"I can do better," Sonic had said.

Quite frankly, Tails was more thoughtful towards the mint candy than his reply so naturally it came out a bit stoic, "If you're talking about whatever that was you did back at Starfall Islands then, respectfully, no. You cannot."

The hedgehog turned to look at him so fast, he feared if his head was still attached to his body. The older paid no mind to it though, more focused on appearing as insulted as one possibly could.

"Excuse me??"

"Excused."

… Which brings them here.

Tails stands up, satisfied with his work with the camera and turns to his brother with a smirk, "The real question is if you're really ready to endure a hit this big to your ego."

"You're not supposed to underestimate your enemies, Tails. It'll be your eventual downfall." Hands on his hips, Sonic bends down a bit to be on eye level with the younger boy.

In retaliation, Tails tries to appear taller by standing on his toes, "We'll see who's eventual downfall it is when I send this to Amy and Knuckles and they both say I moped the floor with your quills."

"Ohoho is that snark I hear, kid?" Now standing to his full height, which in Tails' honest opinion is still not much, Sonic pokes the fox's forehead a good few times, "You talk a lot of shit for someone who's never danced before."

Tails swats his hand away, although by now, he considers biting it instead, "First, false. Amy and I kill it on every sleepover that you're not invited to. Second, mind your language. I'm eight."

"Wait, you guys are having sleepovers I'm not invited to—"

"Okay, time to shut up and go lose our dance battle before my bedtime."

"Foul. Violation. I'm so offended. Who's teaching you how to talk back to me like that?"

The camera continues recording as Sonic is pushed away by Tails, the little fox brings his brother to the centre of the living room just far enough from the camera to be captured in full view.

"All I hear is waa waa waa."

Now out of the camera's view, Tails starts the music his brother selected earlier and then he shoots the hedgehog a smug look, daring him to start.

So he does. He starts precisely with what has been disrespected by the younger boy; his victory dance. Sonic used to think that he raised a functional and totally cool fox kit but no, as he sways to the music, he thinks that he definitely did something wrong. What else would explain his absolute bad taste in dance? As he strikes his final pose with a grin, he wonders if he ever dropped his brother on his head when he was younger.

(Tails, on the other hand, has definitely dropped Sonic on his head during their first flights but due to hedgehog dignity reasons, we won't be talking about that.)

"You're up, li'l bro!"

The kit's namesakes flutter behind him enthusiastically as he takes their 'dance floor' for tonight. He takes a deep breath and then he starts with a few basic steps in sync with the music, soon enough his feet start to move faster and faster and he can't help but to smile while he does so. The camera captures the joyful expression of the fox as he dances to the beat. Sonic, now sitting out of the camera's view, can't help but beam at his brother's fluid moves.

He might need to infiltrate those sleepovers.

(Not only for dance battle reasons, he needs to know why he's not invited. Smells like bullying.)

The music comes to a stop and so does Tails, ending his comeback against his brother with a graceful bow.

The sound of clapping makes the kit stand upright again as he looks towards his brother with a toothy smile.

"You're good for a beginner, I might be impressed." The hedgehog says as he playfully punches the other's shoulder, making him chuckle.

Tails punches Sonic's shoulder right back, "So you agree I'm better than you?"

"Might. The emphasis is on the might," Sonic crosses his arms over his chest, his voice challenging, "Though, I wanna see if you can keep up with me."

"Oh, you're on."

The music starts again and the two get ready for another round of their dance battle. The hedgehog takes the lead, his moves fast and quick becoming more and more smooth and precise with the beat, and as he goes on, his confidence grows. Tails on the other hand, is having a hard time keeping up, his moves seeming a bit too robotic and stiff. But as he keeps going, he starts to loosen up and the moves flow more naturally. Eventually the two are moving in tune with each other, the camera capturing their faces as they dance. Sonic and Tails continue to dance and move together, the emotion and joy in their steps palpable when the older of the two extends a hand out towards the fox.

The music plays and Tails eyes Sonics gloved hand for a bit but then he takes it anyway, only to be pulled towards the hedgehog. The two sway together, no longer matching their steps to the music — both brothers too far gone in their little game to pay it any mind any longer.

Sonic dips Tails and the kit laughs as the hedgehog beams, eyes closed but faces brighter than any light in the room. They move together in perfect harmony and as the music reaches a crescendo, they both spin out of each other's hold and twirl in a full circle, before returning to their previous stance.

Except, they both step forward a bit too energetically and end up with their footing wrong so that their legs get tangled up with each other, making both of them fall to the floor in a mess of uncontrollable laughter.

Sonic's hand swats against the camera sitting on the stack of his books on his way down and the device falls onto the other side, no longer being able to capture the two with its position. Although as it continues recording, the voices of the brothers are pretty clear.

"Get off of me, you're heavy and prickly!"

"Not until you admit defeat!"

"Never!"

It's not long before either of them reach out to turn off the recording, still laughing and chuckling to themselves.

#sonic the hedeghog #miles tails prower #the bros ur honor #theyre just silly little guys #thanks for the prompt <33 #if youre wondering who won by vote:#amy saw the video until she realised it was a dance battle and immediately challenged both of them #saying she'll win against both easy (she's right)#knuckles left them all on read

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