#dramatically lit women. look at them
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biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader
warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!
a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.
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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble.
You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world.
Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.
Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry.
Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.
She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.
Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is.
That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.
Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best.
So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.
Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.
You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.
They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected.
Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.
To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo.
Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there.
He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,
“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,”
You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.
But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway.
You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.
Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.
“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.
“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.”
She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man?
You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?
His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away.
This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.
“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.
As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,
“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.
You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.
Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face.
Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door.
“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.
Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him.
“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.
“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.
You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.
You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.
“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.
When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can.
“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.
He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,
“Give me her number.”
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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone.
Who’s this?
You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.
You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.
You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.
Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.
The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.
He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.
“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.
He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?
You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.
“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”
Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?
“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.
He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.
You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.
You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.
Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.
“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.
“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.
He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.
Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,
“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.
You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.
His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.
You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,
“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.
He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.
Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.
Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”
He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”
Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?
By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”
What is he doing to you?
He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.
“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.
“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.
Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.”
Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!”
The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first.
He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.
Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.
You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.
Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had.
When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.
You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.
Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.
“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”
Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half.
“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy.
“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?”
You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.
Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?
“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient.
“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.
You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.
“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.
You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.
He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.
Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.
Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.
The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.
“On your stomach, sweetheart.”
This time, you remember your manners.
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Chapter 1 - Blue Skies
John "Bucky" Egan x singer!fem!reader
♫ next
♫ ao3
When Bucky hears his favorite song begin to play, he does not expect to see a new Red Cross volunteer walk up to the microphone.
1.6k words
Warnings: Language, Alcohol
Disclaimer: Most of the characters mentioned are based on the dramatic portrayal featured in the Masters of the Air limited series, not the actual historical figures they represent.
A/N: This was my first time writing in several years! It's short and the pacing is interesting, but gosh darn it I had fun writing this. Special shoutout to @blurredcolour for inspiring me to pick up the pen. Go read their work, it's fantastic.
Bucky sat cross-legged in a chair next to Buck, not-so-slowly nursing his second whiskey. Men and women danced in the center of the officers club as the military band played an obviously well-rehearsed rendition of Glenn Miller’s A String of Pearls. Bucky tapped two fingers on his knee in time to the beat while he watched the dancers. He had already spent three songs dancing with three different women and was now taking a break to sit and enjoy his best friend’s company.
“That girl you were dancing with before, she was pretty,” said Buck before taking a sip of his coke. “She works in the Clubmobile, right?”
“Yeah, Helen. Good dancer, too.” Bucky spotted her on the other side of the room, chatting with Tatty Spaatz.
Buck took another sip as he watched the band play. “Got a letter from Marge today.”
“She dump you yet?”
“Not if I read the letter right.” Buck smiled and looked down. After a moment, he looked back at Bucky. “She said Peggy was not too happy she hasn’t gotten a letter from you.”
Bucky responded with a puzzled look. “We went on one date. A double date. I swear I didn’t give her any ideas that she’d be expecting mail from me. Buck, I swear. I don’t play like that.”
Buck gave a soft exhale through his nose. “I know you don’t. I was just passing along the message.” A String of Pearls began to come to a close. “Not sure why it’d be such a bad idea to write her, though.”
“Aww, c’mon, Buck, I’m trying to have a nice evening here.” Bucky’s eyes lit up as the band initiated the next song, loud trumpets and melodic saxophones blaring out the snappy intro to Blue Skies. He broke into a grin. “Now we’re talkin’.”
Buck and at least three other men couldn’t hold in their groans as they too heard the familiar notes. They knew exactly what this song did to Bucky, especially after a few drinks.
Bucky leaned over to address one of the protestors, Major Jack Kidd. “It’s my song! It needs vocals! You can’t expect me to just sit here in silence.”
“I think you’re gonna have to, John,” said Buck. “Looks like your act’s been booted.”
Bucky whipped his head around to look at the makeshift stage where the band was playing. He watched in disbelief as a woman wearing a Red Cross uniform strolled up to the microphone in front of the band and began to sing.
Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see
Several of the men whooped and whistled appreciatively, and Bucky saw you smile and wink at the crowd as you continued to sing. Every note was sung with confidence and precision, and you continued to smile brightly as you got to the chorus. Everyone in the room seemed to be under the spell of your voice and stage presence.
Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you’re in love, my how they fly
Buck hadn’t realized how right he’d been. Bucky had gone completely silent.
He rubbed the lower half of his face to cover his growing smile. He hoped you’d glance his way but so far no luck. He found himself in a strange quandary as he was torn between closing his eyes to listen to your voice and keeping them open to stare at your face. He wasn't sure if it was the whisky, the humidity of the packed room, your performance, or a strange combination of all three, but he was beginning to feel dizzy.
Far too soon for his liking, the song ended, with you hitting the final high note right on the head. The crowd applauded as you stepped back and gestured to the band behind you in appreciation. You stepped back up to the microphone.
“Thank you very much. Let’s hear it one more time for our Air Force Band! Aren’t they wonderful?” The crowd cheered, Buck and Bucky clapping along with them. “While I’m up here, I just wanted to remind you all that this Saturday, the Red Cross will be hosting bingo night in the Aeroclub at 1900. I don’t want to spoil anything but I will tell you that we’ve got some pretty terrific prizes for the winners. Thank you again, ladies and gentlemen.”
As you departed the stage, several men in the crowd let out cries of disappointment. The band director spoke into the microphone, “Don’t worry, ladies and gents, she’ll be back! Now if you feel so inclined, grab a partner and get back on the dance floor!” He signaled the band to start playing a new song with a count of "one, two, three, four.”
Bucky slapped both hands on his thighs and stood. He quickly downed the rest of his whisky, put down the glass, and straightened his tie. “I do believe I feel so inclined,” he said to Buck.
“Yeah, I figured you might,” replied Buck with a smirk.
As Bucky made his way toward where you were seated with another Red Cross Girl, he smirked as he noticed that other officers who had the same idea begrudgingly backed off. As Buck was known to say, rank had its privileges. When you looked up, Bucky greeted you with his most charming grin. “Quite the performance up there; you do autographs?”
You looked at his hands and quirked your brow. “I don’t see anything to sign.”
Bucky looked down at his hands as well and flipped them over a couple of times. “Damn, you’re right.” He looked back at you. “How ‘bout a dance instead, then?”
You smiled politely at him. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t dance.” You motioned to the girl sitting next to you. “Rachel here is a marvelous dancer, though.”
“Oh, I know.” Bucky nodded at Rachel. “How ya doin’, Rach?”
With a mischievous smile and her chin resting on her fist, the blonde replied, "I'm just swell, Bucky."
He smiled back at her. “That’s great.” He looked back at you skeptically. “You sure? I promise to keep you on your feet, Miss…”
You gave him your name then said, “I’m sure. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Major, and don’t forget about bingo night on Saturday.”
Bucky stuck his hands in his pockets and pressed his lips together, nodding. “Right, right. Bingo night. Alright then, I’ll see you around.” He began to walk away then turned back around. “I don’t know if the band said anything to you, but Blue Skies is sorta my signature song. S’okay, though. You did alright. Little different than my rendition, but you sounded great.”
You gave him that same damn polite smile that he couldn’t decipher and said, “Glad you liked it.”
Bucky nodded once and headed back to his seat. He cleared his dry throat after sitting down next to Buck. After picking up his whisky glass, he frowned upon realizing that it was empty. Buck looked over at him. “What happened?”
“Turns out she’s more your type. Said she doesn’t dance.”
“What’s ‘a matter, Bucky?” He turned to see Blakely and Douglass grinning at him. “The jazz cat have claws?” Both burst out laughing at the terrible joke. Bucky bit the inside of his cheek and gave them an exasperated look.
Buck smiled good-naturedly and clapped him on the back. “Had to happen sometime, pal. Maybe getting shot down for once will help fix that king-size ego of yours,” he joked.
“I didn’t get shot down, she said she didn’t dance.” Bucky pulled on one of his sleeves. “There’s a difference.” Once again, he began tapping two fingers against his knee to the music, trying his damndest not to look at you.
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Later in the evening, Bucky, Buck, and Curt Biddick were all standing at the bar. Curt and Bucky were animatedly discussing the Yankees for what had to be the hundredth time, leaving poor Buck to his coke and people-watching for a few minutes.
Bucky saw his friend look quizzically at the dance floor then quickly avert his eyes and take a long sip. Bucky looked back in the same direction and immediately saw what Buck had been hoping he wouldn’t. At the far edge of the dance floor, you were dancing with Lt. “Bubbles” Payne, smiling and laughing.
“I’m telling you, DiMaggio would never…what the hell are you looking at?” Curt, who was more than a little drunk, turned around and saw you and Bubbles. “That the girl who was singing earlier? The one that gave you the brush-off? I thought you said she didn’t dance. I guess she meant she doesn’t dance with-” He was cut off by Buck smacking him on the arm. “What?”
Bucky was still watching you with your arms around Bubbles, laughing at something else he said. Bubbles. He was a great guy, but what about him made you change your mind about dancing? Or was dancing not the problem at all?
Curt, unaware of Bucky’s worsening mood, casually slung his arm over his shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, don’t feel bad. I’ll dance with you, Bucky. C’mere, they’re playing our song.”
Bucky shoved the drunk lieutenant off of him and smiled bitterly. “Yeah, cause spinning and shaking is exactly what your body needs right now, Curt.”
He felt Buck nudge his shoulder. “You’ll get your chance, John. C’mon, I’m beat. Let’s head to the barracks.”
As they began the walk back and the music behind them faded, Curt appeared deep in thought. Eventually, he said, very seriously, “Maybe she likes his mustache better than yours.” Buck coughed to cover a laugh.
Bucky rolled his eyes. He didn’t care that you had rejected him. Not even a little.
He wouldn’t spare you a second thought. No sir.
And he absolutely did not hear you singing Blue Skies over and over in his head as he lay in bed that night.
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soft spot for trouble | hbf!javi
lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss.
6.3k | javier peña x f!reader
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rating: 18+ MDNI
warnings: dub-con: drunk sex, honey this is all S-M-U-T, husband's best friend, infidelity, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, squirting, piv (protected), brat tamer!javi, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size kink, praise kink, this is just so horny, smoking (lots of it soz, and shotgunning cigarette smoke – OOPS). no use of y/n.
summary: javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk... both on whiskey, and on javi.
A/N: what can i say, i'm just the worst for narcos's very own javier peña and there's nothing you can do. enjoy!!!!! || [when you click keep reading you don't see the chalkboard i have stashed away stating "i will not make this a series" over and over 🤭]
"Bebita, I know your husband. He's not exactly notorious for making women cum. When was the last time he even went down on you?" Your cheeks absolutely flush at the tone of his voice, the truths he's spilling from his lips. Truths so intimate, you hadn't even told Gabbie about them. You swallow a knot in your throat.
"Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight."
And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.
"Okay – okay! Would you have a threesome?" Your best friend is reading these conversation cards you got her some birthday ago, and you can hear her partner and your husband laugh amongst themselves.
A dinner party is going on at your house, and you and your husband have invited your best friend, Gabrielle, and her partner, Kris. Along with them there's your husband's best friend, Javier.
He was meant to bring a date, but for reasons that were more mumbled out of his mouth than spoken outright, they aren't here.
You're all sat around the dining room table with after dinner drinks and a game everyone agreed would be a fun way to end the night.
"Oh, gosh!" You laugh with Gabbie, both of you shaking your heads in anticipation of what would be said next.
"You gonna tell her or should I, pendejo?" Javi refers to your husband, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
The one you explicitly told him to smoke outside. You heard your husband, Julian, veto the request as you left, allowing the DEA to do what he wanted.
Julian undermining what you wanted... again.
"Tell me what?" You raise your brow, wafting smoke from your face dramatically as if to say, I told you not to do this. Javi doesn't seem to pay it much attention.
"Me and this guy...," in fact he points to your husband with the cigarette, flicking ash into the tray. You blink in annoyance.
"No! You didn't!" You gasp. Your mind races at the thought of them taking someone back to their dorm in college. You curb the ache that tempts your middle at thought of Javier and Julian sharing a woman between the two of them.
But that excitement is fleeting when a more sinister, grueling feeling creeps up your stomach.
"You're right. We didn't. Well, I didn't. I just played wingman. Julian here isn't as much of a saint as you thought." Javi says this to make you laugh, but it does the opposite.
Your eyes catch Julian's who now is looking at anywhere else but you. Knowing damn well before the two of you got married, this man prodded and practically bullied sexual information out of you.
Said it was only fair to know each other's pasts before making such a big commitment.
Within a sentence, a simple – stupid – game, the perception of your husband could shift before your very eyes. Your jaw ticks forward and you take a long, contemplative sip of wine.
"O-kay, let's just put these away," Kris muses, taking the cards in her hands.
"No, let's keep going," you antagonise. Your eyes become dull, tongue sharpening by the second. "I think Julian has a story to tell. It's good to know who you're married to."
You remember the way Julian said those very words to you while he was digging your own history of who you've slept with. Like a secret call directly to him... in front of everyone.
You can see Peña shifting in his seat out of your periphery.
"Well, it was in college," Julian speaks now after shooting the rest of his bourbon. His body language involving everyone in the story, but he finally has the courage to look at you. Somehow that hurts worse.
"There were these two girls at the bar we used to go to, and–"
That's when the tear spills over your cheek.
"Alright, I think she's heard enough." Javi's voice is low to Julian and your head snaps in the direction of him like a vulture who's making a meal of something dead.
"You don't get to decide that."
It's only when Gabbie whispers your name do you take heed. "I think we should leave you two to talk about this."
The guests in your home pack up their things until it's you and Julian. "I'm sorry, Jul–"
"Peña just go, man."
Javi nods sadly at your husband, his hand touching your shoulder as he slips out. He's the last one to go, and as the door closes it feels symbolic.
It's silent for a long time.
You go between wanting to cry, wanting to scream, wanting clarity.
Since your own husband didn't bother to give that to you.
"I never cared," you let out an uneven sigh, searching over your husband's features.
He looks defensive, annoyed and it's totally misplaced. You should be the annoyed one. You are the one who got betrayed.
"It never bothered me to tell you my partners. I agreed with you, even. That we should be open and honest to have a better relationship–"
"You really think you're in the position to be on a high horse when you fuck Javier with your eyes?"
It's deflective. A defense mechanism to take the heat off of himself, and unfortunately, it works. Your mouth is left agape.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
"I mean," he begins, tilting his glass to where Javi sat, "whenever this guy is over, I don't exist."
"This guy, is your best friend. Someone you've known way longer than you've known me. Excuse me for being hospitable."
"There's hospitality, then there's throwing yourself at the first man who walks through the door. It's embarrassing."
His words make you feel small for the first time in your relationship.
It causes a crack, irreparable in nature, and you feel a shift.
Because you don't cry, it makes you angry. Puts you back on track as to why you were having this conversation in the first place.
"Embarrassing?" You stand, wine glass in hand, "Embarrassing?! You just confessed something you knew would make me irate in front of our very best friends. Something personal that I should have known in private. You lied to me and you admitted it in front of people we care about. Made me look like a goddamn fool! Don't tell me about being embarrassed, you don't know the first fucking thing. Fuck you, Julian!"
You could throw the wine glass, but you decide to slam it down instead. Grabbing your purse, keys, and jacket to escape without letting him finish his thought. Door slammed. You've heard enough.
Mature. But you were pissed off, and you knew staying in a house that you made a home together wouldn't solve anything.
Maybe getting some fresh air would help.
Maybe walking to the bar in town would be even more helpful.
Your thoughts were swirling, clouding your judgement on the walk in, sneakers on. Your pleated white skirt brushes above your knees that paired with the black top that made your breasts look concealed more than shown off.
As if the forest green bomber jacket didn't help in making you look modest.
What the fuck did Julian know?! You weren't throwing yourself at anybody.
Because you were not thinking about Javi with his shirt off moments before the truth was told, and he did not infiltrate your dreams occasionally with sexual undertones.
It couldn't happen, and it was not happening.
You had been to this bar a few times before. It's dimly lit, a variety of music pumps through the speakers. There's plumes of smoke, and there's something about it that feels safer than when you experienced it in your home. Like a part of you enjoyed it.
Studying the room, you discover Javier Peña on a barstool, staring into his glass of whiskey. You knew Peña to play dirty, but there's something about the way he's contemplating – or at least looks like he's contemplating – that gives off remorse.
"Didn't know you could do that," you kid, taking a seat beside him. Your eyes scan over his jeans, the buttons undone from his red shirt. The way his chest and neck and NO – no!
"Oh, hey," and his dreamy crooked smile, puppy eyes. Jesus Christ, you needed a drink and fast. "Didn't know I could do what?"
"Think." You try to cheer him up, but it doesn't seem to work. You both keep doing that to each other tonight.
Instead, Javi huffs out a fake laugh through his nose and downs the rest of the amber liquid. His eyebrows flash quickly, showing hints of regret, "You're tellin' me."
"Hey," your say lowly, eyes softening at the signs of his guilt. It feels different from your husband's accusatory behaviour.
It makes you feel like Javi actually cared that he hurt you, or at least hurt his friend. You can see him run his tongue atop of his teeth through his lips when he looks at you. It makes his jaw jut out, strong and chiseled, and you fail at averting your gaze.
"You didn't know that I didn't know. It's not your fault. For either party." You reach out to touch the top of Javi's hand in a friendly manner, and you catch a glimpse of your wedding ring.
A twinge of guilt hits your gut, and you pull away from the warmth as soon as you land.
"You really didn't know?" Javi peers over to you before finding eyes of the bartender, holding up the number 'two' with his fingers.
"Not only did I not know, he insisted on knowing every person that I've ever slept with, where they live, and how many times. Yes you heard that correctly," you nod a thank you to both the bartender and Javi before taking your drink.
Whiskey's not typically your first choice, but it's like he knew you needed something stronger. It's not a typical night.
The alcohol feels good on your tongue, as if it washed away what you just said.
You conveniently leave out what your husband threw at you about Peña before you left. Tonight was awkward enough already.
"Mierda, what a fucking idiot." Javi snickers in disbelief, shaking his head.
"Yeah, I think you taught him some interrogation skills you didn't warn me about." You don't mean for that to come off so flirty, but you see Javier's face change minisculely and it makes your thighs to squeeze together.
"Didn't know I had to look out for you, cariño," he says, charm dripping from every syllable. He offers you a cigarette and it's hilarious, really – him handing this to you after telling him time and time again not to do it in your house.
Even more hilarious that you take it from him. He seems a little surprised by that.
You press the stick between your teeth when Javi has his lighter ready. Pour your stare into his as he starts your cigarette. Allow the inhale to sting your lungs.
You're very composed about it all, really. Really.
Exhaling the air from the side of your mouth, away from his face, you shrug slightly. "I guess you know now." Your words not making complete sense as you dizzy from nicotine, alcohol, and deception.
"Two women...," you trail off, focusing on the neon lights of the bar that create reflections on the shiny, hardwood floor. "Can barely satisfy one." You weren't saying it to chide Julian, you mostly said to to yourself, but of course nothing goes unnoticed with Peña, and he chokes a laugh.
It feels nice to hear a light sound in the midst of something so heavy that you can't help but partake in it, too. The two of you chuckling and you shake your head, taking another drag of the cigarette.
"Well, here's to the ones who can," Javi lifts his glass, and you do the same, just barely picking up what he's hinting while you down the rest of drink. Head swimming now.
The two of you sit in conversation as the piles of people in your town fill seats for a good ten minutes. Most of them know the both of you, and that keeps you on track. You abandon the butt of your cigarette in an ashtray that has at least three of Javi's since he arrived.
Kept on track because the more you drink, the more you realise you want to act on your impulses. Want to go against the things you were keeping yourself from thinking. To make some of those dreams come true.
"You know what your fuckin' problem is?" Javi starts, and it makes your blood boil. Breaks you out of your reverie.
"Maybe start that sentence off differently."
"No," he's quick to reply. So quick you don't notice you fold your own argument. "You're too uptight, that's your problem." he shrugs casually and you shove his shoulder lightly.
"Making it worse, Peña."
Javi brings his hand up to tap his index and middle finger at to the side of your head lightly.
"You're operating too much from here," his arm sweeps down, those two same fingers brushing against your panties from underneath your skirt. You jump back in your seat, gasping in response.
"Need to operate from here."
And there it is. It would seem out of place if it were anyone else but Javier Fucking Peña. Known for debaucherous ways. Known for his vices.
"W-what... what are you doing?" You stare wide, not quite sure you even felt what you did. It happened so fast that when you look around, no one saw a thing.
It wasn't as much of a record-scratch stop to them as it was to you.
You notice that you don't tell him to stop. And so does he.
"Bebita, I know your husband. He's not exactly notorious for making women cum. When was the last time he even went down on you?" Your cheeks absolutely flush at the tone of his voice, the truths he's spilling from his lips. Truths so intimate, you hadn't even told Gabbie about them. You swallow a knot in your throat.
"Not saying it's me who should do that for you," finishing off his statements and drink Javi stands up, slipping on his leather jacket. "I'm saying I could." Stepping closer, he bends down to catch your ear. Goosebumps litter your skin as he whispers: "Could make you forget all about tonight."
And you very much would like to forget all about tonight.
It's only when you stand do you notice how drunk you are. Not completely wasted, but not sober enough to make decisions with your brain. Exactly how Javi wants you. The walk to Javi's apartment is remembered in jolly splices.
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Your mouth greets the shoulder of Javi's jacket playfully while he unlocks his door. You detect his aftershave in mix with the cigarettes, alcohol, and leather.
A whine escapes you and slick gathers in your panties, even more from the bar if that were possible. Especially when your noises and eagerness pull a baritone laugh from him, "Tranquilo, tigre."
He says that, but as soon as you've crossed the threshold of his door he has you against the other side of it. Fingers playing in your hair. Ever the gentleman, sliding off your jacket to put it... on the ground. Great. You like that jacket!
But you're just as careful and kind to his things as you tug on his belt. Your fingers playing with the brown leather and metal and finally, finally your mouths touch.
A sweet moan, high in octave and breathy, eases out of your throat and it's met with the gravel of his groan in the pit of his own. He feels and tastes nothing like your husband which makes it much easier to forget him.
Truthfully, he hadn't been in your mind since fresh air hit your face on the walk to Javi's.
Smoke, alcohol, and the faint likeness of gum moves over your tongue while your hands multitask in untucking his shirt from his jeans.
"That fuckin' easy?" He quips, but his breath as shaky as yours. Large hands palming the smushed shape of your breasts from the modest top, and it produces a whimper in the middle of your panting.
"It's that fucking easy, Peña. Could've been doing this a long fuckin' time, now." Your hands eclipse his, pushing them further into your tits in effort to obscenely massage them.
This stirs a groan from his lips. In awe of how in control you are like this. How it's different from the woman allowing her requests to be denied in her own home.
Javi disobeyed you on purpose at your house earlier, so maybe you could get it through your thick fucking skull that this is what you really needed.
To watch your desires bubble to the surface, and moreover to let them have space here. He wants you to act on them.
Taking your chin between his fingers, he rolls over the bone. Moustache twitching in a smirk, "Javi, baby."
To say you're wet now is an understatement. Your clit tingles with anticipation, thighs shaking without even being touched.
"Javi," you say it back to him, but it comes out more like a moan. A catalyst for a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and brushing of his facial hair against the top of your lips while he towers above you. Palm flat against the door above your head.
Somewhere between that and undoing each button on his shirt, you end up in the kitchen – bent over the island. Pouting at not getting the chance to see him shirtless fully.
You shiver against the granite, claw at the edges of furniture for something to land on. To find purchase. A cheek is pinned against the cool texture and you choke a breath the second you feel air flow against your ass. Your skirt riding up just for Javi to view.
"Motherfucker," you hear Javi behind you. The tone amused, saturated in desire. That's when you get your first taste of relief.
The edge of his index finger runs between your legs, rubbing the obvious wet spot of your panties. Your folds, even through the fabric, wrap around the length of his finger from how deeply he's pressing against you.
It flicks a flame in the pit of your stomach and causes more hunger than relief. Your pores open from how hot it's making you.
"You get this wet for him?" Javi's simple question evokes a mewl you've never heard come from yourself. Your hips lift back and roll in need.
"No... no. J-just you, Javi. Just you."
"Just me," he repeats, head tipping to the side as he examines you.
How easy it is for you to handover claim of your cunt. It's instantaneous, him pulling your undies down. Wasting no more time in what the two of you came here to do.
The pad of his thumb collects your slick between your folds. From the top of your hole all the way to your clit at the bottom from how you're positioned, and you bite your lip hard. Cheeks flushed while your ass peeks out from your skirt.
"Is that because this is mine?"
You confidently say Julian has never talked to you like this. You don't think you've ever been addressed like this in your life.
Never been made to feel special in this way, or that your body was someone's because they wanted you. Not because they wanted to have some icky claim of you.
Even more, you don't feel guilty. Not yet, anyway. There's no time for it. No time to pretend from what you've wanted from the very moment this man, whose warmth now radiates behind you, entered the picture.
"It's yours," you say in a rush as your torso drapes and digs into the side Javi's kitchen island. Makes you think you'd say this even in a sober state. "It's all yours, Javi!"
"What's mine?" He's deliberate and torturous, and his voice alone could make you cum. Your ass pushes back languidly, giving him a good view to curse at under his breath, of your cunt and the velvet of your asshole.
"Me, Javi. I'm yours. Everything." Hot tears swell over your cheeks from how horny and desperate you feel. Like if you don't get him now, you could combust.
"Javi!" you gasp, rutting against the outline of his hard cock in his jeans when he grinds against you without warning.
"Get used to fuckin' saying that," he cautions, and it's cocky, but unlike all the other broken promises you've been given, he's true to his word.
Because he pulls away from you, and you're now his ragdoll – putting you wherever he wants. Hoisting you up on the kitchen island, and it feels cold against the heat pooling at your core.
Javi watches as you bring your bare feet onto the counter, leaning back on your hands, and spread your legs apart like he's being called for dinner. And, fuck, that's exactly what he wants.
Because as soon as you do that, as soon as he sees just how wet and pink you are at the core for him, he can't say no to you.
Not that he was ever planning on it.
"That's it, that's fucking it. Jesus fucking Christ."
You get a good view of Javi's chest all the way down to his stomach and jeans in their disheveled state from this point of view. The bulge of his cock difficult to hide in pants that tight, and you are grateful for it.
You shiver at a mixture of the view of him and the air against your soaked skin.
Your cheeks and lips are painted crimson when he pulls up a seat. He wasn't kidding. He was planning on eating you out, going down on you like you were his own personal meal – as if his eyes devouring you weren't enough.
Your manicured nailed comb his hair back once you get the chance to reach him. Feeling exposed, throbbing by the time you feel the smooth skin of his cheek proceed the inside of your thigh. He takes you in, marveling at the way your cunt pulses and clenches over nothing. Fluid floods right from the source. The way your clit peeks out from its hood, just enough that his teeth could brush against it.
It makes his mouth water, and yours too now that you think about it. Pressing slow, teasing kisses on your thighs you sigh in frustration and alleviation. You can't help but wriggle your hips up towards him. "Please," you whimper, and that makes Javi's eyes grow even darker if you could believe it.
"Please what?"
"Javi, please eat me out!"
He doesn't miss a beat. Using his nose and face to breach your folds apart, to take a mess even further, Javi digs in. His tongue flattens against your slick and your sounds are immediate. It's all too sensitive, too unfamiliar for you to fully register how to feel.
He was right when he called your husband out at the bar. Julian made sure you came, but it was rarely with his mouth. Most of the time you were left rubbing yourself off during sex.
So to have someone, to have Javi – your husband's best fucking friend, between your legs. Servicing you with the sluttiest smile on his face, you can't help but slump back on the counter.
To be under his stare is almost too much. Perfect and needy for you. You slip your eyes shut from the intensity.
"Eyes on me, princesa," Javi rolls off his tongue easily, the tip of it digging right underneath the hood of your clit. Making you gasp, eyes wide, popping back open to meet his gorgeous features.
"Did my pussy like that?" He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his mouth around the all-too sensitized nub before mercilessly sucking it.
This leaves you with your mouth hanging open, your eyes crossing as they roll into the back of your head. The same head that's now reclining in sheer ecstasy.
But Javi's quick to make his point as he goes off of you and replaces his sucking with a harsh slap to your cunt. It makes you spring up, makes you pay attention. You pout and writhe at his power over you.
"I said fucking eyes on me. Don't you dare think about anyone else."
"I-I," you try, you really try to say something, but you can't. It feels too good, and you're too drunk to understand you can't use your words right now.
So you comply, watch him as best as you can. Your mouth split open, eyebrows knit together. And he's kind in the way he goes right back – sucking on your clit like it's his fucking job.
Like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and you're sitting at his kitchen counter, on display.
Not using your brain to think, but using your pussy.
"JustyouJavi," you manage. It's slurred, but you manage it because while he's sucking on your nerves, he's rolling the edge of his tongue against it too. Methodical circles, a tempo to die for. Doesn't switch it up, or make awkward transitions. It's just right.
It's inevitable, screaming his name. Feeling your toes curl, the heels of your feet grind into Javi's shoulders. Damn near pornographic in the way you keen your mantra of: yeah, yeah, yeah. The ache explodes into an uncontrollable fit of passion as you gush all over Javi's mouth.
But as he pulls back, you see that it's not just his mouth that's coated. His cheeks, chin, nose. You're spilling down his neck. And he smiles at you like a blood-soaked lion polishing off its prey.
"I know what you can do, princesa," the sentence has far too many words for you to understand what's happening during your comedown, so that's why it happens as a surprise when you feel Javi's two fingers prod against your cunt.
Standing from his chair now, he pushes it back with his heel. Hand in a loose fist around your neck as he makes you watch what he's doing to you. "Don't fucking blink," he grits, and it makes you want him to tighten his grip. To be possessive while he fucks you.
Your head is slightly angled down while he starts. Eyes looking up, mouth wet but not as wet as Javi's and it makes you come apart to watch his skin glisten still from you. Index and middle fingers press inside your wet hole. His wet hole.
"Fuck!" You exclaim, slipping your top lip above the bottom, you open easily for him to plunge deeper, his fingers curling up with no trouble at all in finding that spongy spot of pleasure right at the tips of them. Your eyes gloss from how overwhelming it feels, the repetitions.
"You can squirt for me, baby." His echoes have you in a trance, but that request makes you nervous. "I've... I don't know how...," you manage the words and he massages your insides in a way that makes you discern you're being primed for something.
"You can do it," Javi leans down, and the encouragement makes your mind reel at how simple words can create such an affect on you.
"Pull my cock out and slip those pretty lips around it, hermosa. You'll forget about anything else."
A part of you isn't ready. To see his cock would mean that things were progressing, and if they were in a standstill you could soak up this moment for longer. But the way you can hear your cunt slosh in between thrusts has you curious if he actually could make you do this.
You look down first. See the bulge more prominent and close in his boxers from his unbuttoned jeans. Eager to break out, you pull the fabric down enough to send the leaking head of his cock to slap against his abdomen before it springs out in front of you to tease.
"Holy fuck," the moment before the freefall, your body becomes alert of the sheer size of him. It was even better than the dreams of you getting railed by him from behind.
You can't help but take a moment to appreciate this. To brush your face sluttily against the warmth of his cock. Your lips teasing him until the precum lands on your tongue and your jaw instantly burns from how sore it is to be open like that.
Saliva falls on your shirt, not yet found the time to take it off.
He tasted heavenly, your hand cups his balls while his moves from your throat to the back of your head.
And it's delicious to watch his face. The way his jaw relaxed open before grinding it back shut, exhaling sharply through his nose. Javi tests your gag reflexes then, gripping the back of your head and sending the shaft of his cock down your throat.
"Mierda," he falters in keeping both rhythms from how hot your wet mouth is. "Knew you could handle my cock, baby, but fuck."
Between the sounds of you gargling him and the squelching of your pussy he is relentless in using, your body is distracted and slack enough for him to pull out of you.
"Ay dios mio, bebita. That's fucking it, there you go." The way he's nodding, proud and spasming in your mouth has you cumming again. This this time clear liquid sprays from you when he tugs his skilled fingers from you and you vibrate such moans from Javi's cock he has to pull out to stop himself from cumming, too.
A wail replaces your moans as the sound of your voice is more prominent in the space. "Javi!" You can't help that you're crying obscenely now, tears flowing from the intensity and the treatment he'd been giving your throat. Mascara running down your cheeks.
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"Good fucking girl, bonita." You don't realise it straight away from you cum-drunken stooper, but he's picked you up now. Showing you how strong his lean frame is by carrying you to his bed. Tossing you onto the mattress like it's nothing.
"All of this off. Now." Yes, sir. You bob your head yes frantically, knowing how fucked you must look. Mascara running, your panties... somewhere. Your skirt soaked from a new trick Javi just taught you.
You catch a glimpse of the man who did this to you, equally a mess. His hair in all directions, neck red as beads of sweat tempt his broad shoulders, and fuck, he was naked now. You don't mean to, but you drool – this time without a cock in your mouth – too fucked to notice, or care.
"Take a fuckin' picture, baby." Javi softens his knees to curve down at your ear, "Off. Last warning."
You begin to wonder what he would do if you didn't do as he said.
"And if I don't?" You challenge, a lascivious grin crosses your face and you raise a brow.
Mistake. Big mistake.
Because that makes Javi's grin fade. Ripples a new sense of foreboding into the air when he takes your skirt off just as easily and swiftly as he did your undies, but the skirt isn't unzipped so it bursts from the force and you yelp at the sensation.
"Javi, you broke my skirt!" You whine. Naked from the waist down he ogles you before tutting his teeth sarcastically.
"It really bothers me, hermosa," Your shirt is slung overhead and abandoned somewhere on the floor.
"Good girls don't talk back."
You can tell he's drinking you in from the moment he stands back, but he's pulling away more and more until you don't feel his warmth anymore and you realise the error you've made.
"W-wait... come-come back!" Your words dejected, giving him doe eyes as he mimics them way better than you could.
"Bad girls get punished. Rub your clit, get yourself off." It drives a pathetic sound from your mouth before you plead to him.
"Please, no. Please – Javi, Javi please. I'll be good. Please, Javi!" Sitting up, you beg him, undo the sheer bra so your tits pop out from it. Both of you bare in his bedroom.
You can see that makes his cock undoubtedly ache.
"Oh, querida. You're gonna have to do better than that." Arms crossed, he watches as you part your sticky legs, exposing your folds to him again and he hums in approval.
"Let me see how you do it."
You're so deep in it with him, it feels like you've been doing this regularly. How he knows your body, helps you discover little things you didn't even know you were into.
It relieves you to let out wanton moans, your fingers spanning your slick, opening yourself up on cue. Fingers roll, pinch, glide your clit in a hypnotic motion.
It sends you close to the edge, but you can't quite find it with the prospect of Javi inside you.
You keep staring at his cock.
The way precum collects at the head, the girth of him. You could only imagine how deep he would be. Unsure if you could take him all.
"I need you, Javi. Javi, please. Please give me your cock. I'm sorry, I wanna be your good girl!" Torture rocks your throat, and right before you force a dull orgasm from yourself Javi takes your wrist, pushing it away from your core.
"We have to use a condom, baby." It's his way of telling you yes, and you sit up zealously, understanding and willing to do whatever it takes.
Because in reality, he's right, and that almost causes you to stop. Like those dreams you have where you wake up and instantly flock to your husband. Overcompensating.
But this wasn't one of those dreams, and you wanted this so badly it stung.
Javi goes to his nightstand, slicking lube on his cock before sheathing it in the rubber protectant. You certainly don't feel upset that you have to use it, but it leaves you curious what his skin feels like slipped inside of you.
Already coveting his presence before it even began.
But that's the thing, there's no slipping here. When he comes around to make sure you're both lubricated enough for the barrier, you see just how fat his cock is as it bulges from the condom.
Your legs unfurl, chin lining forward as you watch him. Javi keeps you on your back for now, draping your legs over his shoulders. No, he doesn't slide inside of you, he stretches you to such completion your body pulses repeatedly, coming completely undone.
It almost feels too much at first, this position – as deep as it was, but the way you're groaning has you both believing you can take it. Just in time for your sex to push him out of you.
Your muscles all too tight, beginning to worry he's too big.
But that doesn't stop you.
"Mierda, you need it that fucking bad, bebita?" His words make you weak. Because immediately you go between your legs, inviting him back into the innermost part of you without him needing to do it himself.
Javi's lips crash against yours, taking time in burying himself all the way to the hilt. But he doesn't move a muscle.
He stays there, admiring above you. The way your mouth parts, nipples becoming alive at the sensation. "Eres hermosa," more of a mumble, his lips brush and decorate the inside of your calves. The tip of his nose slightly bending against the skin.
It starts to become unbearable, your hips shifting up, but you find it is working. That your muscles relax and are able to take. "I can take it," you incline, not noticing you're heaving shallow breaths until the words leave you in pieces.
"Can you?" Javi asks condescending, thumbprint teasing the split of your clit, rasping at the way you convulse your whole body from contact.
He can't take it anymore, your hold is too strong over him. Javi, compelled to fuck you, drives his cock in, proprietorial in its approach.
You're almost oversensitive, unsure of the statement you just announced because you find yourself swallowing hard, your throat dry. Fingernails claw at his forearms as his large paws grip your waist for leverage. Your pelvis bucking up because like his fingers before, his length is hitting your g-spot and it's too much – you have to screw your eyes.
But Javi doesn't reprimand you for it this time. Instead he hovers over you, sending your ass off of the bed and him deeper than ever before. Right against your cervix now. Causing your mandible to unhinge, pitiful sounds expel your lungs. It's just too good.
"You can take it, baby," Lustful words right there at your ear, you beg in way that makes you want more.
You stroke his hair, tugging the strands – scratching his scalp. His body mercilessly colliding with yours. All sweat and skin, balls eager to tap against the curve of your ass, and all of those sounds fill the room. The sounds of your sex.
"Javi, please. Tell me." It's magic, he doesn't hold it against you that you're not being completely direct. He's understanding, and wants this for you again. The gears connecting that you need to be talked and fucked through it.
"Tell you what, cariño? How I want you to cum for me?" His glistening covered brow presses against yours, hairs stick to both of your foreheads. "How I make this pussy feel so perfect you have to explain why you're limping tomorrow?"
Fuck, you're a mewling, writhing mess.
"Let go for me, ángel," his dark, pleading eyes invite you to jump over the edge, "That's it. That's fucking it, baby. Cum for me."
Your skin trembles like a live wire. He's pulling another orgasm out of you and you don't even know where it's coming from or how he could get you to do it again. But you are. It shows up in your fingers curling, your thighs fluttering until streams of your sex leak from around his cock in your climax.
You're speechless. Moans come from you, yes, but you're so fucked out there's no words that could be put together to describe how fucked you really are.
Your legs fall on either side of Javi's waist, and there's a moment of cognition as your hand reaches to touch Javi's face. "You are so handsome," it slips out before you can stop it, but you don't want it to. Your thumb finds the divot at his bottom lip. Recall the way he tastes of you now. The tops of your fingers stroke his clean shaven cheek.
A face so hauntingly beautiful for a human up to no good. You knew snippets of his past, but his pout nudging against your palm tells you more than any story. Lets you know exactly who he is. You knew the truth.
"Get on your back, honey." You encourage, coaxing his cock out of you – still hard and dying for release.
Surprisingly, he does what he's told, unable to stop himself from kissing your cheek and you swallow down words.
No need to complicate things further.
So you climb on top of him instead. "Shit, cariño. Look at you." That makes you blush, his warm and strong palm splays on top of your breast to brush a digit over your nipple and you shiver. Tentatively, you take him back in and make an oomph sound. He somehow feels deeper like this.
You're intentional in the roll of your hips, but the pace is far too slow for Javi. He needs you, needs the chase of something. "Let me," he grits, pulling your chest onto his and pins your arms behind you in his own bear hug.
The way he digs his heels into the mattress to fuck you, to use you to get himself off is borderline degrading but his quiet praises against your skin has you lit up again in ways you don't anticipate. He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark before petting where you connect. This leaves your sticky sweetness to cover his lap in no time.
"Hermosa, h-hermosa," his voice staggers at the shell of your ear, hips erratic while it feels like he's fucking you into oblivion. "So fucking good for my cock, pretty girl."
You have orgasmed so many times now it feels automatic when it happens again, but this time you take note of his arms tightening around you. A hand in your hair. "Just like that, just– fuck. Take it." It almost sounds like a resignation, but his waist pounds you both into another wave of pleasure until he emptied inside of you, filling the condom.
You both stay still. Spent. Relaxed. Eyes bleary, the two of you collapse into assuage.
A pile of shuddering, panting limbs tangle together in the wake of something devious and beautiful.
"Pretty, pretty girl." You hear him say into the top of your head. The hint of affection aches at your heart.
It's then you become acutely aware of how tight your wedding band feels around your ring finger.
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Javi lights a cigarette in the middle of your afterglow, and it's intimate, him sharing it with you. You hold it, sobriety taking your head, and it frightens you when you don't pull away from him as you begin to think more clearly.
In fact, you roll onto your stomach. Body half-slung onto his, your tits pushed together perfectly as you sit up your elbows.
Taking the cigarette between your lips, you inhale, leaning to him as you push the smoke to billow into his mouth. He exhales the rest through his nose and your tongue tastes the plush lips in front of you because, fuck, it might be the last time you can.
"What do we do?" You ask after a while. It's quiet, and you give the stick back to him by dangling it between his lips.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing." His words muffled by it, he takes a drag before leaving it to burn between his fingers. He puffs the smoke away from you. "You stay with him, bebita. You work it out. And when you need to be fucked, you call me. When he's being a cabrón, you call me. I'll make you forget about him."
Your survey the curtains in his room, the blue glow of dawn tempting to bring another day forward. You don't like his idea, but that doesn't make it wrong.
"You mean you don't want to run away together?" You joke, your eyes conveying, no really it's a joke. I swear. And he runs his fingers across your cheek to pinch it lightly, lips pressing together when he shakes his head 'no'.
"You know we can't do that."
The words bring Julian back to life. Shows his existence in a way that doesn't make you want to push him away. Through the love Javi has for him.
Despite it all, love. A common goal the two of you have for the man who is probably worried sick over you.
Just before guilt tempts to wrap its vengeful claws around your throat, Javi stops it in its tracks.
"You took what you wanted. That's all."
You nod compliantly, not willing to argue in order to savour the moment. Your head brushes against his chest and you close your eyes. If only to capture this feeling a little while longer.
You allow his words to integrate, and swallow down the antagonist of his statement: that there was more you wanted. You were certain the chase of this, the irrevocable quench from throes you shared with Javier, would not just die down.
Terrible that you didn't want it to. You would take what you wanted.
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Let’s Play
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous game of who can make the other break first.
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi toxic relationship, exhibitionism kink, teasing, begging, praise, oral (m and f receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), choking, spanking, slapping, breeding kink, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie
WC: 4.8K
(this was kinda rushed in the end, but i hope y’all enjoy!)
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You looked in the rear view mirror one last time before taking a breath and stepping out of your car.
Corroded Coffin was playing a show (if you could call a small crowd of local drunks and cougars a show), and while you were still mad over the stupid argument you had with Eddie earlier in the day, you still wanted to show up and support him.
You walked into the bar, a small group of patrons scattered around it. Your eyes scanned the bar looking for your boyfriend and of course, he was talking up some women with big tits. You knew exactly where tonight was headed just by looking at him. This is the game he really wanted to play? You were here to be nice, but seeing him talking to the bartenders had smoke blowing out your ears.
Eddie saw you by the front door and immediately pushed the girls aside, striding over to you. “I’m glad you came, sweetheart.” His smile was big and bright, but he had that mischievous look in his eyes.
“Oh, are you?” You pushed your sunglasses to rest on your head, your arms coming to cross against your chest.
You made sure to wear Eddie’s favorite outfits. It always left him drooling after you, staring at you like a starved man. Two can play this game, it was all about who would break first.
It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. You and Eddie always did this, fought, had mind blowing make up sex, and did it all over again. It was a never ending cycle. The two of you loved each other, were in love with each other, but that didn’t stop the fights you had.
You heard it before, from your friends and family, that you fought this way to keep each other close, to have that spark always lit. No matter how many fights or nights where you almost went to bed angry, the spark was always there, always fully lit between the two of you. The two of you just couldn’t resist each other
“You gonna do this,” he looked around the bar, showing how now wasn’t the time to bring any of this up, “now?”
Your eyes rolled at him being a tad bit over dramatic. He was acting all innocent, but that glint in his eyes told another story.
You placed a freshly manicured hand on Eddie’s hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under it. It sped up when you touched him, sending shockwaves throughout his body, and all the blood straight to his cock.
“I see that look, Eddie.” You stood up on your tippy toes, your lipstick stained lips pressed against his ear. “You wanna play just as much as I do.”
Eddie had to bite back a groan. Feeling you this close to him, touching him, always sent him into a daze. You had this hold over him, and he didn’t want you to let go.
He tried to compose himself, cleaning his throat. “Maybe I do,” he pulled your body flush against his, his arms snaking around your waist. “You better watch yourself tonight, sweetheart.”
You pulled away from him, slowly walking backwards to the bar. “It’s you who should watch yourself.” You winked at him, licking your lips. “I always win.”
Soon enough, Eddie and the band took the stage. They looked comfortable up there, and as they should. Corroded Coffin have been playing at The Hideout for years, always hoping for the day that some huge record label person would walk in and sign them.
The bass quickly slithered its way into your body, making your heart beat out of your chest. It felt like you were vibrating, but you loved it.
Many songs were played as Eddie kept flirting with the cougars by the stage. Getting on his knees in front of them, slowly licking his lips, practically humping the mic stand. He did all this knowing that you were watching, hoping the jealousy was bubbling up inside you.
You couldn’t deny the need you had for him as you watched him, though. He was sweaty, beads dripping from his hair to his forehead. The bulge in his tight fitted pants was big enough for you to see where you stood, and the winks he kept sending your way had you weak in the knees. He was making it hard to focus, to breathe.
You two had the other wrapped around your fingers.
The set ended and just as Eddie jumped down, you turned your back to him. You were putting on a front and flirting with the bartender that had been making your drinks. Batting your eyelashes, letting your fingers linger over his when he handed you your drink. You even let out a few giggles, tossing your head back. You made sure that you were being loud enough for Eddie to hear.
And Eddie definitely heard, he walked up to you and pressed his sweaty chest into your back. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, but you weren’t sure if it was from just playing his heart out or the sight of you flirting with some stupid bartender.
Eddie didn’t say anything to you as he stood behind you, he just grabbed your ass and walked away. He had something up his sleeve, you knew it.
You watched him go over to a girl who was leaning up against the wall, smoking. Even though you couldn’t hear what was being said, you know he was asking to bum a cigarette. Eddie was always losing his somewhere.
What took you by surprise was when the girl popped it into his mouth, slowly running her fingers down his neck and chest.
Your fists balled at your sides as your eyes shot daggers at them.
The girl leaned forward, her forehead almost touching Eddie’s. She was smiling in his face and you swear you heard her ask, “do you have one brand of cigarettes you love… or are you open to other options?” Her hand went lower, almost reaching the top of his belt.
You couldn’t take it any fucking longer.
She popped open her lighter and went to light the cigarette dangling from Eddie’s lips.
Seeing red, you pulled him away, straight to the bar's nasty bathroom. At this point, you didn’t care where the two of you fucked, you just wanted him.
Eddie lost it the second you pushed the door close, pulling your body closer to his, and grabbing you by the back of the neck. “Who’s the winner now?”
You rolled your eyes, already working on undoing his belt. “You’re joking right? She was almost kissing you!” Your voice was raised, sure to be heard over the music playing outside the bathroom.
Eddie chuckled darkly, his grip getting tighter on you. “How about we talk about all that giggling you were doing with the bartender?” He leaned down and caught you in a feverish kiss, his teeth biting down in your bottom lip, and making you gasp. “Fucking pathetic to see you throw yourself at him like that.”
“Oh, so drunk girls can throw themselves at you all the time but the second I talk to some cute guy you have to act like this?” Your hands dropped from his belt and came up to rest confidently on your hips.
“Cute?” Eddie cocks his head to the side, his teeth gritting, and his jaw clenched. “You wanna find another choice of words?”
“No, I don't.”
“You’re really digging yourself a hole?” He walks you backwards, pinning you between him and the wall, your back hitting the tiled, cold wall with a slight thud. “Are you really sure you want to go down this route?”
Deciding to push Eddie’s limits further, you shrugged. “What are you gonna do?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he ripped your shirt right down the middle, the ripping off the fabric echoing in your eyes. “I’m gonna make sure you know that you can’t have anyone but me.”
He took you by surprise, the cold air surrounding your body and making your nipples immediately harden.
Eddie looked up at you. His big, brown eyes are filled not with innocence, but lust, jealousy, and need.
You couldn’t deny how wet you were at this moment. Your thighs were sticky as you clenched them together, and your skin felt hot. All you wanted was Eddie, all you needed was him.
“Please…” Eddie knew what you wanted by your tone of voice, but he was going to make you work for it.
“On your knees, pretty girl.” He undid his belt quickly, letting it clank as he pulled down his jeans and boxers just under his ass.
His cock was already hard, leaking with precum, and his balls heavy with the need to be drained.
Slowly, you dropped to your knees, your eyes still looking up at him. His cock right in front of your face, just waiting for you to put that mouth to good use.
“Open,” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.
Eddie grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the leaky tip against your tongue. The salty precum flooded your tastebuds and you closed your eyes to try and savor the flavor longer.
You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue licking over the slit before taking more of him in your mouth.
“Fuck- it’s always so easy to shut you up like this.” Eddie’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your head still so he could fuck his cock into your throat. “Just fucking take it.”
You gagged and your eyes started to tear up, but that didn’t stop you from opening your mouth more.
Eddie’s balls slapped wetly with each thrust of his hips against your chin, drool dripping down it. You were sure your throat was going to be raw after him fucking your face, but it was all worth it. “Doing such a good job for me, baby.”
You tried to speak, tried to thank him but your voice came out muffled. His cock was stuffed fully in your mouth.
“Shhh, don’t try to talk.” Eddie ran a thumb over your cheek soothingly, wiping your tears away before gently slapping you. “Just let me fuck your pretty face.”
His hips thrusted, the tip of his cock nudging at your throat. Your lungs burned from lack of air, but you could stay on your knees for him forever.
Your nose was pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of Eddie’s cock, his balls wetly pressed against your chin. His cock throbbed in your mouth and against your tongue. You swallowed around his cock, gagging each time it hit the back of your throat.
Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, feeling his cock bulge in it. He couldn’t help but groan, knowing you took all his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are.
“God damn it,” he pulled you away, your spit webbing between your lips and his cock.
He didn’t stop there. Instead, he pulled your head closer to his balls, dragging them across your waiting lips. His cock was pressed against your face, precum smearing across your forehead.
You did want you know he wanted, you opened your mouth and sucked the heavy sack in. Your tongue rolled against the velvety skin, your teeth nibbling here and there.
“S-shit,” Eddie’s blunt nails dug into your skin, creating crescent moon shapes in their wake.
You kept sucking, pulling on them. Having them in your mouth was enough to have your hips rolling against the air, looking for any type of friction against your clit. He knew what a slut you were for his balls.
“Yeah? You like having my balls in your mouth?” He smirked down at you as you tried to nod your head with your mouth full of him.
You grabbed his cock and moved your hand up and down in a twisting motion. More precum bubbled out of the slit and over your knuckles. Your spit and all the precum made it easy for your hand to move in swift motions.
While moving your hand up and down, squeezing at the tip, you gargled around his balls. Each lick and nibble making Eddie shake with pleasure.
“Shit-shit,” Eddie’s stomach muscles tightened and he was close to cumming.
You could feel his cock twitch and throb in your hand, the precum dripping continuously down your knuckles.
As much as Eddie wanted to cum on your face right now, he couldn’t couldn’t let that happen yet. He had to cum in your pussy tonight. He wanted to fill you up until he had nothing left to give, breed you nice and full.
Eddie pulled his balls from your mouth and looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, looking perfect, had him in awe.
Your lipstick was smeared across your chin, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks with tears. You looked pretty like this. A pretty mess that he had made.
Eddie helped you stand up, and turned you around. His chest was pressed up against your back as his hands roamed over your body. “Let’s get you out of this pants.”
His fingers made quick work, unbuttoning your jeans, and sliding his cold fingers inside your panties. “Who’s got you all wet? I know it isn’t that bartender.”
“Y-you.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, his fingers barely brushing against your clit.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Oh, he heard you alright, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Eddie always wanted to hear how he was the only one who could get you soaked. No one else held such power over you.
“You, Eddie.” You wiggled your hips, his fingers pinching at your clit. “I’m wet for you.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Just as quickly as he slid his fingers into your panties, he slid them back out.
Eddie helped you shimmy down your jeans and panties off in one go, pooling around your ankles before you stepped out of them.
His rough hands grabbed at your supple skin. Digging into the flesh of your ass, feeling your body mold into his hands. He had you just where he wanted you.
“I don’t know whether to tease you,” he trailed a blunt fingernail up your back, goosebumps forming over your hot skin. “Or give you so many orgasms that you’re crying by the time I’m done with you.”
You shook your head rapidly, breath hitching each time he touched you. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t handle it.”
Eddie chuckled darkly in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe. Every part of your body felt hot, the need for him almost becoming too much. “You think you have a say in this? You don’t, sweetheart. Remember, I won.”
“I make the rules,” his hand came down with a hard spank! across your ass cheek, causing you to let out a high pitched, breathy moan. The crack of his hand against your ass was loud enough to echo against the dirty walls. “You just sit there, look pretty, and take what I give you.”
Spank! Spank! Spank! His hand came down hard against your ass, over and over again. Your head was reeling, and you knew Eddie was enjoying it by all the chuckling he was doing.
The stings of the initial spanks and Eddie's rings made you hiss in pain and pleasure. If you weren’t wet before, you’re certainly dripping now.
Eddie walked you until your stomach was pressed against the sink, trapping you in. Both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing you.
God, you had the most perfect cunt. It was the prettiest color he had ever seen, was always so fucking wet, and it fit his cock perfectly. Each part of you, no matter the part, was made for him.
He groaned from behind you, licking his lips. “You’re fucking dripping.” His finger ran up the back of your thigh until it ghosted over your cunt, collecting some of your slick.
You gripped the edge of the sink, trying to compose yourself.
Eddie’s dark eyes looked at you through the mirror, smirking at you. He popped a finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making sure it was nice and clean. “God, I can’t get enough of how you taste.”
Behind you, he got down on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower back, bending you over the sink.
You let out a shocked moan the second you felt Eddie lick up from your sopping wet cunt all the way up to your puckered, pink hole. If this sink wasn’t made out of porcelain, it might have been broken with the tight grip you had on it.
“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head just as Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit. “Yes- Eddie!”
You reached a hand around and held into the back of his head, grinding your hips back against his exploring tongue.
“Mmm, mhm.” He couldn’t say much, but Eddie was showing just how much he loved the taste of you. Letting his tongue dip into your cunt for a moment before licking up towards your ass, getting it all nice and wet with his spit.
Eddie was slurping, licking, and sucking. He was doing everything he could with his skilled mouth and tongue to pull those pretty, pornographic moans that he loved so much coming from you.
Each moan sounded like an angel singing in his ears to him. If he could have your moans on repeat forever, he would.
The hand you had in Eddie’s hair pulled at his curls, his own moans sending vibrations through your body. “So good, Eddie, so fucking good!”
It was hard to keep your balance and not fall straight to your knees. The pleasure was growing and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your toes curl in your shoes.
Eddie knew you were close too, and he wanted to feel you cum all over his face. He pulled your pussy lips apart and suckled your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head side to side, letting his teeth barely graze it.
Your clit throbbed in his mouth as your orgasm kept building and building until you finally let go.
“I-I’m cumming!” You were afraid that Eddie would stop, edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But he let you cum, kept sucking at your clit like his life depended on it, making obscene slurping noises.
You squeezed your eyes shut and slammed your hand on the sink as your orgasm ripped through your body. It was taking its time running through you, letting you feel every bit of pleasure it had to give. “Fuck, fuck!”
It’s safe to say that no one could eat pussy like Eddie. He was a god at it. You knew it, he knew it, and so did all those girls that could hear you screaming in the bar.
Eddie pulled away just as you finished cumming, standing back up, and looking at you through the mirror. His lips were swollen, covered in the mess you had made on him, practically dripping in your cum. “You wanna taste?”
He didn’t wait for you to answer, just grabbed you, and forced your head to turn. His lips felt sticky, hot, and wet. His tongue danced around yours, both of you moaning into the kiss. You both lingered in the kiss for a moment, melting into each other.
You pulled away, letting nothing but strings of salvia connect the two of you together. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.” Your breath was still labored from before, never fully catching it.
“I’m just getting started,” he grabbed the back of your thighs and sat you on the surprisingly sturdy sink. Your legs dangled above the floor and your ass barely hung off the sink.
“You look so pretty all fucked out.” Eddie didn’t let you argue with him, shoving two of his thick fingers in your mouth.
You bobbed your head up and down them, letting your tongue lick between them. Eddie and you held eye contact the whole time his fingers were in your mouth, you getting them all nice and wet.
He kicked your legs apart and took his spit wet fingers from your mouth.
“Eddie,” you bucked your hips into the air, already needing something touching you again.
“Hmm?” He trailed his fingers up your thigh, licking his lips. “You want something?”
“You know I do.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your cunt. “Don’t do this to me, please.”
“Look at you begging,” two fingers slowly slid into your cunt, your mouth falling agape. “What? nothing to say now?”
Eddie held his fingers still, watching as you became greedy and fucked yourself against them. Your hips lifted off the sink a little each time you bucked your hips, trying to get Eddie to fuck you with his fingers.
“Fucking move.”
He grabbed you by the throat, squeezing it, and cutting off a small amount of your air supply. “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it.”
Your chest heaved as you tried to take in deep breaths, your heart starting to beat rapidly. “Shit- Eddie… please fuck me with your fingers, I need it.”
Eddie smirked at you, resting his forehead against yours. “C’mon, that was nothing. I know you can do a lot better than that.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, please! You’re the only one who knows what I love, how to make me cum.” Your eyes welled, tears threatening to spill over. One orgasm wasn’t enough, your body craved more.
He curled his fingers inside your cunt, pumping them in and out. His eyes never left yours, watching as they filled with pleasure. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
“Y-yes,” your breath came out hitched as his thumb started to toy with your clit. “I’m your good girl.”
“Yeah?” His fingers fucked you harder, your body shaking each time he fucked them into you. “Just my good girl, right?”
“Yes! Just- holy fucking shit!”
Eddie caught you off guard, wrapping his lips around one of your swollen nipples. He pulled at it with his teeth before moving to the other way, doing the exact same thing. He hummed against your skin.
Your head fell back against the mirror as your cunt squelched around his fingers, gushing as his fingers grazed against your g-spot. Your head spun as you let out silent screams, your body shaking the more you came.
The breath felt like it was punched from your lungs, your throat raw. You didn’t want this feeling to ever stop. You felt purely euphoric, everything tingled in the most perfect way.
“Holy fuck, baby.” Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away you, his fingers still fucking into you harder and harder. He was in complete awe at the way you squirted from his fingers. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you, watching the way they were dripping in your cum. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie helped you off the sink, holding you steady as your legs wobbled. “You get to cum on my cock this time.”
You bent over the sink, pushing your ass out, and wiggling it in the air. As sensitive as you were, you craved his cock. “God, please. I need it.”
Eddie slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting them pool. “I can see how badly you do, sweetheart.” He rubbed the throbbing top of his cock around your clit, slapping it a few times. “Want me to fill you up nice and full of my cum? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” you turned your head to the side, making eye contact with him. “Please fill me up.”
He barely let you finish talking before he slid his cock inside your soaked cunt, balls pressing right against your clit. Your body fell forward against the sink, your hand resting against the mirror. You were so full of cock that you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
“I- Eddie- oh my,” your brain was shut off and the only thing it could focus on was the throbbing of Eddie’s cock stuffed tightly in your cunt.
“God dammit, baby,” Eddie pressed his body over yours, engulfing you in him. He dropped his head against your shoulder blade, his breath coming out in short pants. “Your cunt was made for my cock.”
You reached behind you, digging your nails into whatever part of him you could grab. “You feel so fucking good!”
Eddie chuckled, “bet that bartender, or anyone else, couldn’t fuck tou like this huh? He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing until you opened your mouth to catch your breath. “No, no… only I can fuck you this good.”
Your lungs burned for hair, but Eddie kept adding pressure. He smirked each time he squeezed your throat, making you whine.
“O-only you can!” His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of you, making you gasp and writhe against him.
Eddie pulled all the way out, leaving just the top of his cock inside you. You tried to grind your hips against him, but he let go of your throat to hold your hips still, keeping you in place.
“Say you’re mine,” his fingers on one hand dug into your flesh while the other cupped your jaw, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Fucking say it.”
You were a wreck, but you’ve never looked better.
“I-I’m yours!” Eddie slammed back into you, his hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace. “I’m all fucking yours!”
“That’s right,” Eddie could feel you getting closer, your cunt tightening around his cock. “You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”
“Please, please, please.”
He wrapped a hand around your body, finding your clit, and rubbing fast, harsh circles. Your body collapsed against the sink as your toes curled and thighs shook. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, fully letting go and cumming around Eddie’s cock.
You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut and screamed Eddie’s name at the top of your lungs.
“Yes, Eddie, yes!” You tried to stop shaking, to calm down but you couldn’t, not when Eddie didn’t stop fucking you.
“Give me one more, I know you can.” He grabbed your shoulder and pressed his chest against your back. “Can you do it? You gonna cum with me?”
You weakly nodded your head, letting Eddie do whatever he wanted to you.
He was close, his hips stuttering as he kept fucking you. His fingers never left your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, making you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.
“My pretty fucking girl,” Eddie gritted his teeth. “Gonna fill you up and let my cum drip down your thighs so everyone can see.”
You focused on him in the mirror. His eyes were shut, mouth opened as he groaned, and his chest flushed a bright red. “Do it, please fucking do it!”
Eddie’s hips stilled as the both of you finally came together, your cum dripping down his cock as he kept his promise, pumping you full of his cum.
“T-take it all,” Eddie opened his eyes and looked between your bodies where he could see his cock twitch, cumming inside you. “Just like that, baby.”
Deep pants quickly filled up the now quiet bathroom, neither of you able to find your voice after cumming. The two of you stayed in the same position for awhile, savoring in the blissful moment of a jealous fuck.
It wasn’t until someone was banging on the bathroom door that Eddie finally pulled out of you, both of you wincing from the sensation.
You still had a tight grip on the sink, not trusting your wobbly legs to hold you up. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Behind you, Eddie was pulling up his pants, a smirk plastered on his face. “What can I say? I always know how to make you feel good.”
You quickly flipped him off before finally getting dressed yourself. Your panties were nowhere to be found, but you just shrugged it off, someone would find them later. Only then did you remember that your shirt was ripped down the middle. “I need your shirt.”
“Why?”
“Unless you want everyone to see my tits-“
Eddie tossed you his shirt, his jaw clenched just from the thought of someone seeing you in such an intimate way. “Put it on.”
You opened the bathroom door after getting dressed, noticing all the people staring at you. “Do you think they heard?”
Eddie found your panties under the sink, shoving them in his back pocket, making sure it was noticeable that he had them. “With the way you scream for my cock? They definitely heard.”
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fic#stranger things fic#eddie musnon fan fiction#eddie munson fanfic
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I can’t get over the way you write it’s delicious. I was wondering if you could write a Stu x reader where Stu catches the reader in the act of doing things with themselves, and it just kinda escalates from there?
Thank you so much for the request! I got way too carried away with this one 🫣
I Can Help
Summary: A little joke is all it takes to hurt someone's feelings. You think you're broken but Stu thinks he can help fix you.
Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!reader
Warnings: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ fingering (fem!receiving), foul language, thigh riding, loss of virginity, p in v, cum, slight begging
"It's was so bad. I literally went to the bathroom to finish while he smoked a cigarette." Tatum popped a grape in her mouth. "You would think college boys would be better." Billy said looking up at the sky. You shifted uncomfortably, the conversation was a touchy one. "What about you Y/n? Any man ever leave you high and dry?" Tatum asked as the group stared at you. You didn't feel as cool as your friends. Tatum stayed getting drunk or laid having many fun stories to tell. Sydney and Billy were a comfortable couple not sharing too much of their love life. Stu got around more than anyone. The stories he told would make a sailor feel ashamed.
"No thankfully. I've never done that so I don't have much to compare." Tatum seemed shocked at the admission. "You've never had sex?" She asked completely missing your point. You trusted you friends with the dark secret you've had for awhile. "No but I've never done the other thing either." It was embarrassing how ashamed you were to even say the words. "You've never what? Had an orgasm?" Stu and Billy started giggling making you feel worse about yourself. "Shut up doofus." Tatum shoved Stu lightly. "I'm sorry It's just funny. Have you asked a doctor what's wrong with you?" Stu laughed making you get up. "Oh come on sweet pea it was just a joke." You walked away hearing Sydney and Tatum fussed at the teenager.
You've read books, watched videos, you've done everything you could think to do. At some point you started to believe you were broken. Tatum went on and on about how good sex was but you couldn't even please yourself. The amount of times you've tried and somehow got bored of it was humiliating. Now for your friends to know and openly laugh at you it made you want to disappear. You wanted to cry in shame.
The car you called your own was just a few steps away. You decided to ditch school not being able to see your friends anymore today, especially Stu. He was your best friend. For him to humiliate you in front of everyone really just felt like a knife to the gut. You turned on the car driving towards your house. With everything you've tried there was little you knew to do. Maybe you'd have to buy a toy? A machine to help you do what you couldn't do yourself.
You pulled into the driveway seeing your parents were still at work. Atleast you wouldn't have to have an argument when you walked through the door. You threw your bag down heading straight for your room. Crying was always an option but you decided to try to get yourself off one more time. It couldn't be that hard women do it all the time. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the day you've had. Grabbing the lighter off your nightstand you lit a couple candles. Maybe mood lighting would help.
The curtains were drawn as you laid on top of the bed. It was a dramatic set but it was a last resort. Taking another deep breath you closed your eyes. Slowly you exhaled letting your hands slide over your clothes. The button on your jeans popped before you carefully slid them off your legs. You pretended your hands were not your own as they crept up your thighs. A simple porn like scenario played in your head as you mimicked what you had seen before. Your hand grazed your underwear in an attempt to tease yourself.
Your breathing was steady while you pulled down your underwear tossing them to the side. The act it's self was intimidating. You felt as if your future as a woman depended on your ability to perform for yourself. Shaking your head a little you found your way back to the tacky video in your head. The women you saw on film always immediately started moaning. You've tried it before. Soft little moans actually helped turn you on more than any screaming ever did. Your fingers traced your lips trying to figure out what place to go next.
Slick slowly started to flood your folds telling you that whatever you were doing was working. Wetting two fingers you slowly trailed them up towards your clit. A small jolt of energy passed through you as you circled the bundle of nerves. You focused on that spot knowing penetration only ever felt uncomfortable. A half hearted moan fell from your lips as verbal encouragement.
As you tried to work your hands around yourself Stu walked right through the front door of your home. The locks were the only thing that ever stopped him and lucky for him you completely forgot to flip that little switch. He wasn't sure what to say to you. Tatum and Sydney practically yelled at him for making a simple joke. Even Billy told him he took it too far. Now he had a freshly picked flower in his hand with no idea of what to say.
He mumbled little apologies as he twirled the flower in his hand. With a push he opened your bedroom door. "I was a dick at lunch today so I'm sorry- oh my god!" You screamed at the man as you threw your covers on top of your lower half. "I didn't see anything! Actually I saw a lot but I'm fine with pretending I didn't see anything." Stu babbled on outside the now closed door with his eyes shut. At first he took your silence as a loss of words for what just happened. It wasn't until he heard the quiet sound of your crying that he really felt awful. This was the second time to today he made you upset. "Good going Stu." He whispered to himself in pity.
"Are you covered?" He asked holding the handle of the door. Only opening it if you give him the word. You tried to sniffle away the sadness but it hardly worked. "Yes." Was all you could muster. "I'm opening the door now." He said as a warning just in case. You almost smiled. "It's half way open you still have time to cover anything that's out." He narrated making you actually cough out a laugh. "I'm good you can come in." Stu breathed a sigh of relief seeing the comforter cover everything below your waist. He knew by your tears that this had to be more embarrassing for you than it was for him.
Stu sat down on the edge of the bed. "I got this for you. I came over to apologize but I'm guessing I should've waited a little longer." He handed you the flower which you appreciated but watching you cry again made Stu think he did something else wrong. "I really am sorry. Are you allergic to those? I picked it up off the side of some person's house I didn't know." You shook your head willing yourself to get a grip as you sat the flower on the nightstand. "No, that's not why I'm upset. It wouldn't have mattered if you waited any longer. It wouldn't have done me any good."
Your hands held your face keeping your eyes away from your friend. "What do you mean?" Stu didn't really understand why you were upset. You looked up at the confused boy ready to vent all your problems to him. "I mean I don't work like I'm supposed to Stu. Guys have it easy. Your dick comes with basic instructions. It seems I can't do the one thing every other girl can." His lips formed an 'o' realizing what this was all about. "You're upset you've never had an orgasm?" Stu said it like it wasn't incredibly embarrassing.
Heat rose to your face forcing you to look away. Stu grabbed one of your hands not really knowing how to comfort you. "Hey I'm sure other women have trouble too. Most of the time it's the guys fault though." He shrugged. That was the problem. This was supposed to be a guy issue. You were supposed to be able to get yourself off when a guy falls short. You were just as bad as they were. "What all have you tried doing?" He asked with a casual tone. You wanted to fling yourself out of a window. "I'm not talking about this with you." You laid back turning your eyes towards the ceiling.
"I can help. We can figure this out." It wasn't sexual he was just helping out a friend. "How? you're a guy." His hands went to his face in shock. "Oh my god! I'm a guy? This can't be happening!" His little stunt made you laugh which in turn put a smile on his face. "I know that I'm a guy but I'm sure we can talk our way through this. Process of elimination or something." It wasn't a terrible idea but it wasn't the best one either.
"Okay." You sighed scared of the uncomfortable conversation you were about to have with your childhood best friend. "Alright. What all have you tried to do?" Now that you were actually listening to the question it didn't make any sense. "Everything? I did what they do in the movies nothing works." The tight lipped expression on his face made you think you did something wrong. "What? That's what porn is for." You defended thinking he was going to make fun of you for doing something all men do.
"No, porn is for entertainment not learning. If you want to see a dumb blonde with big tits bounce around for 30 minutes then you watch porn. If you want to learn how to treat a woman, you read." You laughed making his smile falter. "You, Stu Macher read books about pleasing women?" It wasn't something he flaunted around but the women he slept with sure appreciated it. "Yeah so? Maybe I could give you some recommendations." You started to realize that Stu really just wanted to help. He hated seeing you hate yourself over something you couldn't control.
"I've done that Stu. I've read and I've watched. It doesn't do anything good." You were giving up but he wasn't about to allow it. "When do your parents get home from work?" He asked, his eyes more serious this time around. "Um around four o'clock why?" It was unethical. Stu knew that but what's the harm in helping a friend in need? "You said I could help you right?" He double checked making sure nothing changed. "Yeah and so far you haven't been much of a help." Stu stood up from the side of the bed going to shut and lock your bedroom door.
"What's your plan?" Your voice gave away that you were nervous. "If it's alright with you I want to help." He looked towards your covered legs and that's when it clicked. "Oh no. Ha! Uh no thank you. I'm fine, it's okay, I haven't shaved or um-" You tried to think of another excuse. "No one's been down there and I just, no thank you." Stu sat back down on the bad letting his hand sit on top of your stomach. A small feeling of warmth bubbled underneath his hand. "Y/n I've never judged you and I'm not going to start now. Besides it not like I'm going to take your virginity or anything."
It dawned on you that this might actually help. The fear that this might ruin the friendship you had with Stu was more important to you than your need to feel normal. "I don't want anything to change between us." He laughed. "And it won't. I hate seeing you this way and if I can be useful then I'm at your service." He saluted making you laugh. "Okay but please no more jokes I don't want to feel worse than I already do." Stu nodded. "No more jokes." From this moment forward Stu was going to do whatever you told him to. His hand slowly slid down your abdomen that warmth never disappearing.
"I'm going to need your direction. I don't know what you like and don't like." Funny thing was you didn't either. This was all brand new to you. "Okay." You said as you tried to relax. Stu's hand slowly ran down the outside of your exposed thigh. You would have thought he'd go straight for what you've been struggling with. His fingers danced around your skin leaving little goosebumps behind. "Just focus on my hand okay? Don't worry about anything else." You nodded keeping your eyes closed.
His fingers made their way to your inner thigh still dancing around to a silent tune. You couldn't help but giggle at the sensation. Stu smiled loving that cute little noise. "Does that tickle?" He asked moving closer towards your heat. "A little bit but I'm fine keep going." Stu's smile never faltered as his eyes stayed on you. With your eyes closed you tried to picture your crush doing these things but all that could come to mind was your best friend, Stu. You let out a shaky breath feeling his hand graze your folds. "Are you okay?" He asked a little worried. "Mhmm, I'm fine."
Stu carefully traced little lines on your lips not ready to dive into anything serious. "Does that feel okay?" The feeling was a little funny. It wasn't as intense as anything you ever did. "Yeah it's fine." You said quickly not wanting to miss any sensation he provided you with. Stu decided to abandon the pattern, instead moving his finger to slowly trail up and down over your your folds. His touch was only pressured enough to let you know he was there. He felt your hips move involuntary wanting to grind on his hand. This new information gave him an idea.
His hand disappeared and for a moment you could still feel his fingers tracing your skin like phantom touch. You opened your eyes confused. "Why'd you stop?" Your voice cracked making him smile. "I have an idea but it requires you to stand up. Are you okay with that?" You weren't sure about the change in position but if it got him to touch you again you'd do it. "I guess so." You slowly got off the bed standing in front of Stu with your hands covering yourself. Stu started to unbuckle his jeans making you panic. "Calm down I'm not getting naked." It sure looked like he was. You watched as he pulled his pants off sitting them in the floor beside the bed.
His boxers were still on leaving little to the imagination. "Come here." He beckoned with spread legs. You walked a forward not prepared for how intimate this would be. "I want you to straddle my leg like you would a horse." That sentence alone was laughable and a little alarming. "I'm heavy." You protested making him laugh. "I've got you, would you just trust me?" That stupid smile he sent you made you do as you were told. His thigh was warm against your cunt. Stu blinked a few times trying hard to keep the focus on you. His hands gripped your hips making you feel a whole new emotion. "Now I want you to slowly move your hips like this." He helped you move against him. The new friction made a small noise leave your mouth. It was embarrassing but you had no time to worry about it.
Stu started to blush, the erotic scene in front of him turning him on more than he hoped. "Does that feel okay?" By the look on your face he knew the answer. His thigh quickly became wet with your slick making it easier for you to rock back and forth. "I feel.. great." You pushed the words out as you continued to ride his thigh. Stu wanted to kiss you but he had promised this wasn't about him. "Stu.." You moaned holding onto his shoulders for support. Hearing his name fall from your lips like that was now and forever engraved in his brain. "Say my name again please." The slight whimper your friend made only increased the speed of your hips. "Stu, please." You weren't quite sure what you were begging for but it pleased Stu.
His grip on your hips only grew tighter as your abs started to burn. A foreign pressure began to build making you panic. You hips slowed down making Stu look up at you. "What wrong?" He asked almost as out of breath as you were. "I- something..." You tried to put the feeling into words. Stu knew exactly what you meant. He continued moving your hips for you making your whole body seem to tremble. "Just keep moving you're almost there." Stu reassured hoping that he was right. "I can't." You repeated in-between moans.
Your hands locked up squeezing Stu's arms as your whole body trembled. Stu held on to you before you fell. Your breathing was intense but this was arguably the best you've ever felt. You looked up at your friend as your hand cupped his jaw. "How was that?" He asked smiling down at you. Stu lit up at the dopey grin on your face. You leaned up just enough to press your lips against his. Stu froze for a moment in shock. Before you could pull away and apologize he kissed back.
The kiss was more electric than the feeling you had just moments ago. You moved so you were straddling his lap now having more room to kiss him. Carefully you rolled your hips against him. "Fuck..." He shuddered into the kiss. Stu broke the kiss still holding you. "Y/n I didn't do this to sleep with you." Stu was a little worried you were trying to repay him for something he did for free. "I know." You rolled your hips again as Stu threw his head back. If there was a God, Stu was thanking them for this moment. "Y/n don't do that-" He was going to tell you he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
"Or what?" You bit your lip getting turned on again just by pushing your friend's buttons. In one swift motion Stu stood up his arms holding you in position. With a small squeal from you he spun you around so you ended up on your back on the bed. Stu hovered above you his face nothing but serious. Your smile was playfully dangerous. He contemplated the idea that he might've done you a favor and himself a disservice. Your hands ran along his clothed torso heading straight for the painful bulge in his boxers. "Ah!" He moaned quickly grabbing your hands holding each one down on the bed next to your head.
"What has gotten into you?" He asked wanting to know what the responsible thing to do here was. In actuality you weren't sure. You just wanted- no, needed to hit that high again. "If I play my cards right hopefully you." Stu laughed nervously. Earlier you said no jokes but here you were breaking down Stu's defenses with humor. Your hips bucked up at nothing as Stu thought of his options. "If we do this it would really fuck up our friendship." You knew things wouldn't be the same the moment his hand fell between your thighs. "We'll figure it out. I need you Stu, please." There was that word again that made Stu absolutely melt.
Stu sat up on his knees pulling off his shirt. You watched the muscles under his skin contract as he pulled the cloth over his head tossing it to the side. You didn't know why you hadn't noticed how hot he was before this. He looked at your shirt waiting for you to do the same. "Oh!" As if your life depended on it you tore the shirt off your frame letting it hit the floor with Stu's.
His boxers were the last thing to disappear leaving you both completely naked. "Do you still want to do this?" Stu asked as his fingers once again found your cunt. "Yes." Was all you could say as his middle finger slipped into your heat with ease. Slowly as to not hurt you Stu added his ring finger. There was that uncomfortable feeling again. It didn't hurt but it wasn't a pleasant experience. With his left hand on your hip he held you down as his fingers searched for that spot. Not many guys knew where the clit was let alone the g-spot. Stu however got an A when it came to anatomy.
Your lungs seemed to stop as a random warmth spread over your thighs. The warmth began to turn into a pleasurable fire. His fingers continued that beckoning motion as you writhed underneath him. Stu added one more finger making you wince. "You alright?" He asked seeing your eyes scrunch shut. "Yeah it's just weird." You responded trying to get used to the stretch. It only lasted a few moments before you focused back on the pressure building once again. Before you could do anything about it his fingers slipped out. You looked down seeing him drag his cock up and down your folds collecting your slick on the tip.
Stu grabbed intertwined his fingers with yours making you smile. Slowly he pushed his cock into you and you were thankful for the previous warm up. Stu squeezed your hand trying not to cum right then and there. You always heard how annoying it was when men finished quick. However if you got Stu to get off that easy it would probably be the hottest complement you've ever received. "Are you okay?" Stu asked more to himself than you. "I'm lovely." You smiled looking at the boy.
His hips began to move slowly which did absolutely nothing for you. You didn't want to seem rude so you let him continue doing what he was doing. He noticed the lack of enthusiasm on your part. "What's wrong?" You shook your head. "Nothing, just... Can you go faster?" He almost laughed. Here he was doing everything in his power to go slow and you needed him to go faster. Without another word his hips began to speed up.
Moans started to naturally come out as the feeling of him pump in and out of you became addicting. It wasn't until you heard him moan that you actually began to feel that pressure like before. "Keep on making those sounds." You encouraged as your head fell back against the pillows. It was the first time any girl wanted to hear him during sex. In fact moaning at all felt embarrassing to him. Stu obliged feeling you squeeze around him with every noise he made. "Fuck Y/n, I'm not going to last." He moaned through gritted teeth.
That feeling of intense pleasure came and went never staying long enough for you to enjoy it. It didn't matter though seeing and hearing Stu come undone for you was enough. He begrudgingly pulled out knowing he didn't have much longer. The veins in his arms were prominent as he pumped himself over your stomach. His hair was wet with sweat sticking to his forehead. "Please Y/n.." Stu whimpered and moaned over and over as ropes of cum littered your abdomen. His head fell back while he tried to catch his breath. The sight was beautiful. You cursed yourself you couldn't capture the moment on film.
His limp body fell next to you as he tried desperately to breathe. Once his lungs fell back into their normal rhythm he spoke. "Where's the bathroom?" It wasn't a very romantic question and it kind of broke your heart. "Um.. it's down the hall to the right." You pointed as Stu got up and disappeared. Stu frantically searched for a wash cloth not wanting to leave you alone for too long.
You could hear the water running for a few seconds before he returned, warm rag in hand. "Hey." He spoke softly not to scare you. "Hi." You said back the awkwardness in the room was rather cute. "I'm just going to clean you up okay?" That same heat returned to your cheeks making you avoid his gaze. "That's fine." The cloth started between your thighs. The warm rag felt great against your skin. You winced the moment the rag slid over your core. "Sorry." He mumbled cleaning off your stomach next.
Once you were decent Stu returned the rag to the bathroom. You tried not to laugh as you watched his ass as he left the room. Stu returned finding his boxers quickly pulling them back on. You however were content with just snuggling underneath the covers. Stu climbed in the bed on the vacant side snuggling up next to you. The clock on the wall said you had a good amount of time before you parents got home. You played with your friends hand as you thought of words to fill the silence. "Thank you Stu. I needed this." A sense of pride warmed up his chest. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."
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Hii love! How have you been? I hope you’re doing really great!
I was hoping I could request a Pedro x f!reader ooor Joel x f!reader? Reader is really drunk and so she confesses her love for him? I’m a sucker for drunk confessions hihi she’s really miserable because she loves one of them for so long but never said anything bc she’s insecure…
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ok, so here's the thing, since you were so incredibly nice I decided not to choose, but instead do all the combinations, so here is: drunk confessions with Pre-outbreak!Joel, Post-outbreak!Joel, and Pedro Pascal.
pre-outbreak!Joel
"you're drunk, babygirl" he chuckled to himself as he held the bar's doors open for you.
He had offered to give you a ride home immediately after he noticed you getting a little too affectionate with everyone at the bar.
He had originally gone out with Tommy, but as always as of lately, the thought of you had occupied his mind.
He didn't see you, he heard you first. Your beautiful laugh sounded off the walls of the dimly lit space and instantly, he (and Tommy) had known the plans for that night had changed.
" 'm not" you lied, struggling to see exactly where you were supposed to go.
"sure you aren't angel" he mocked, that smug grin still tugging at his lips as he put one of his strong arms around your back so he could guide you to the car.
The cold night air did nothing against the hot wave spreading through your body at the contact.
You wasted no time leaning into him.
He smelled of aftershave and of the hours spent working beneath the sun, and god if you didn't want to just bottle that scent up and get drunk on it every night.
"You didn't have to do this you know?" you spoke softly, your head raising to look at him better "One of my friends could have brought me home".
He laughed, his thumb unconsciously stroking your side, "I don't think any of them are in any better shape to drive than you are" he explained, lowering his head to look at you. Your pretty doe eyes made him momentarily forget what he was saying, but he quickly recovered, "Also, I don't mind"
You snorted, "You don't mind getting drunk women home? " you joked "perv"
He rolled his eyes, his mouth betraying him as it twitched into a smile "Why are you so drunk anyway?"
Your eyes briefly focused on the sky behind him before coming back to his.
"firstly," you paused for dramatic effect "I am not that drunk"
He just chuckled
"and secondly, I have some things on my mind"
"yeah, like what?" he asked, "do I have to beat someone up?"
"I wish it was that easy" you sighed, clinging to him
He frowned "Is it a man? Did you meet someone?"
Your heart decided it would have been a good idea to pause for dramatic effect too.
"uhm- I-" Oh god you were too drunk to do this "No, it's-it's complicated"
He hummed in understanding " When is it ever not complicated?" he said "But I'm sure whatever it is it will work out, any man would be lucky to be with you angel"
And there it was, that stupid feeling in your chest whenever he said things like that.
"thank you" you murmured offering a thin smile
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The ride home was silent except for the soft music playing on the radio and the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows.
The air smelled of summer and cut grass, and as you soaked in the feeling, an idea arose in your mind.
A bad idea, a really bad one.
But you were drunk, and you only live once, right? He had said that any man would be lucky to be with you, so, of course, you couldn't help but wonder if he had also been included in the hypothetical, and well... now was the time to ask.
The car came to a stop right in front of your house.
You could see the lighted porch and the familiar tree in the middle of the yard, but your mind was elsewhere.
"You want me to walk you in?"
You turned to him, his big brown eyes hypnotizing.
It was now or never.
"No, I-" you stalled, knowing what you wanted to say but not knowing how to say it.
"What, angel?"
"Remember what we talked about before?" you spat out, your stomach suddenly twisted in itself
"you mean your "complicated" situation?" he air quoted
"yeah, exactly" You nodded
"Sure, why?"
Oh god
Oh fuck
what had you done?
"Well, I-" You had to glance somewhere else, at the steering wheel, at the windshield, even at your hands, but you couldn't look at him.
"I was... I was talking about a man"
Something flashed behind his eyes but you couldn't quite put a finger on what it was.
"Do I know him?" he asked
You could almost laugh "Well... yeah"
"Is he good to you?"
You looked at him again, just to see his complete attention directed at you, as if at that moment, only you existed.
"yes" you nodded
"Who is it?" he finally asked.
You struggled to swallow what felt like concrete in your throat.
Your palms were sweaty and your body temperature had gone up in a matter of seconds.
"Joel..." you breathed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically as you stared deep into his eyes "Joel, it's you"
There. You'd done it.
"w-what?" It wasn't every day you heard Joel Miller stutter.
"I like you, Joel" Now that you'd said it it was impossible to stop "I have for a while now"
"you..." he looked at you incredulously, as if you'd just confessed to him of being an alien.
" It's ok if you don't feel the same, we can go back as if this never happened, I just felt like I needed to tell you"
"No" he spat "No, no, we're not going back" he spoke frantically, making you smile "I like you too, angel, a lot," he said, "Ever since you moved here- I- I- Are you sure you're not just drunk?"
Your heart was beating out of your chest.
Did he just say that?
"No, Joel, it's the truth" you grinned
"fuck" he breathed, his eyes wide "I can't believe this" he murmured, leaning closer
"I really want to kiss you right now"
"then what are you waiting for?"
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Post-outbreak!Joel *angst because I can't help myself but there's a happy ending*
"What were you doing there?"
He would have sounded mad to anyone else, but you knew he was really just worried.
"what were you?" you retorted, the alcohol in your veins giving your confidence a boost.
"you shouldn't hang out at places like that, those people aren't ones you want to be around when you've had too much to drink"
you didn't miss how he had avoided your question.
"Especially the men... god, sweetheart, I saw at least six guys eyeing you the entire night" he sighed, the pet name fleeing his lips involuntarily.
"how come you can go and I can't?"
He passed a hand through his hair, clearly in distress.
You were the only one able to do that, make him anxious and scared at the possibility of anything happening to you.
"y/n you know why"
"no, I don't"
you both stopped in the middle of the street, the faint glow of the light poles barely illuminating your faces.
You could still hear the voices from the makeshift (and illegal) bar just around the corner, but the sound of your beating heart was predominant.
"Because I'm one of them" he breathed
"and yet, here you are, walking me home"
this was the thousandth time you'd had this conversation, this endless circle of you trying to convince him he wasn't the monster he thought he was, and him not believing you.
"That doesn't matter"
"I think it does"
"it's different"
"How?"
"because it's you"
You paused a moment, not knowing what to say.
Tiny little butterflies flying in your belly once again.
"You're a good man, Joel," you said, placing a hand on his bicep "No matter how hard you try to convince yourself of the opposite"
You noticed his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly.
"you don't know that y/n,"
"oh but I do" you murmured, absentmindedly getting closer "I can see it in everything you do" you spoke "I really do"
"Y/n-" he tried to speak but your lips were already on his.
You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the pent-up tension you had both spent years creating but for some reason, you couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't go on pretending that just the thought of him didn't make your stomach twist and turn.
His hand went to your face, holding it as if you were about to slip away, as if in a second you were gonna change your mind.
His lips moved together with yours, and for a moment, you were the only person on the planet.
That was, just for a moment of course, for the second Joel's mind started working again, he knew he couldn't do this. No, not to you.
He leaned away, dropping his hands by his side.
You immediately knew something was wrong, and as pathetic as it was, felt tears prick your eyes.
"this-this is wrong" he shook his head
"Why?" you could only ask in a shaky whisper
"You don't want this, you don't want someone like me"
You forced yourself to take a deep breath. You were not gonna give up, not now.
"but I do"
"y/n you deserve someone better than me" he spoke softly, like his own words hurt him too.
"That's not true, Joel" You promised "and even if it was I don't care. I want you, and I'm tired of pretending I don't"
"You don't know who I am, what I've d-"
"I do! I know exactly who you are Joel, and that's exactly why I love you" You spoke louder now, frustration and hopefulness mixing together dangerously "Just, please- tell me the truth, tell me how you feel so that I can at least go to sleep tonight knowing that I tried" you begged "it's fine if you don't feel the same, I just- I just need to know the truth"
"Y/n, you-you're drunk, you don't mean this..."
"Joel, please" you forced the tears in your eyes to stay put "You know I do, just tell me. Please"
His hazel eyes bored right into yours, and you were sure that if it wasn't for all those beers in you you wouldn't have been able to hold his glare.
"sweetheart I-" he didn't know what to say.
He couldn't tell you the truth right? he couldn't tell you that since he first saw you you'd been haunting his mind like a curse, he couldn't tell you that for the first time in years, he found himself smiling at something so small as you laughing at something he'd said, he couldn't tell you, because for as much as he had grown to love you, he knew, with a horrifying certainty, that he could never get used to being loved by you, by someone as perfect as you.
"Please Joel" you begged him once more, and as much as he fought it, he couldn't do it, he gave up the fight the moment he heard that sweet little voice of yours breaking.
He couldn't lie to you, not anymore.
And so he didn't.
"y/n" he said "Of course I love you"
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Pedro Pascal
You had no idea what the fuck you were doing.
Not one. Zero. Nada. Niente.
The cab had come to a stop and you still hadn't decided what to say.
The club you'd just spent the past few hours dancing and drinking at was much closer to his house than you had expected.
Your heart was thumping in your chest as you stepped onto his front porch.
You glanced at the taxi to make sure it was still waiting for you and found the driver looking curiously at you.
You had asked him to stay when the sober part of your brain realized this wasn't gonna end well.
You took a deep breath, purposely ignoring the fact you had noticed all the lights being off as you knocked on the door.
fuck, this was a mistake.
Everything fell silent for a few seconds, even your mind, and then, you heard the lock tick and the door opened.
Ok, you can do this
Pedro squinted, trying to get a better look at you.
He instantly noticed your outfit and the way your tight dress hugged every part of your body and he had to force his eyes to look away.
He, on the other side, was in what you could only guess were his pajamas: a Lakers shirt and boxers.
"y/n?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep.
"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?"
He cleared his throat, passing a hand through his messy bed hair "no, don't worry I couldn't sleep"
"oh, alright" you breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did something happen?" he asked, eyeing the taxi beside you.
"N-no I just..." Was it just you or was it much harder to breathe all of a sudden? "I needed to tell you something"
"oh," what looked like fear fleshed behind his eyes "You want to come in?"
"n-no it's ok, I'm gonna be quick"
"alright" he nodded, wide awake now
"so..." you trailed off, "ok, the thing is that I-" you bit your lip, your nails picking some skin off your thumb in nervousness "I..."
"Sugar you're killing me here, what is it?"
You forced a small chuckle "I'm sorry" said, trying to calm your racing heart "fuck- ok, you know what? I'm just gonna say it" you decided, not giving yourself time to think about it before spitting out your next words.
"Pedro, I like you. Like- a lot" You tried to smile but your nerves got the best of you "And I know this isn't ideal and that I'm drunk and everything... but I just need you to know"
His eyes were blown wide "You're drunk?"
"well, kinda" you blew him off "but that's not the point, Pedro, I really really like you, like so much it hurts to fucking look at you" You laughed softly now at how crazy you must have sounded " I never told you because I know you don't like me back, and it's ok that you don't, but I just wanted you to know that I really fucking like you because it's been eating me alive for so long and I just needed to say it out loud"
Silence spread once again, his eyes were trained on you, and yours on his.
None of you moved or talked, and you took it as your cue to go.
"ok, I'm gonna go now" you spoke "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, goodnight" You turned to walk away when a hand grabbed your arm.
You turned around, finding his eyes trained on you with an expression you had never seen on him before.
"sugar..." he finally spoke
And there it was, the "it's great you feel that way but I think we should just remain friends" speech you could have felt coming from a mile away.
"y/n are you sure you want to do this now?"
"what do you mean?"
"I mean you're drunk, and maybe you'll wake up tomorrow and regret all of this"
"I don't care, I just wanted to tell you" You shrugged "and there's not really anything to do, Pedro, I know you don't like me, it's fine, I'm gonna go home now"
an unexpected laugh fled his mouth "You really believe that?"
You frowned, your breathing getting heavier again.
"sugar, do you really have no idea what you do to me? About all the nights I spend thinking of you? All the times I dreamed of doing exactly what you're doing right now?"
Your heart had decided to stop working completely, and to be honest, who could blame him?
There it was, Pedro fucking Pascal telling you all about what you do to him.
"I-" you could only stutter
"y/n, fuck- baby, I just- I always assumed you wouldn't want to be with someone like me"
"What?"
"Well I mean, you're very much out of my league sugar"
"you're kidding me right?" you laughed "You're Pedro Pascal, what are you talking about?"
"And you're Y/n Y/l/n," he explained, a smile tugging at his lips.
Silence again, but this time lighter, it was an incredulous, happy silence filled with realization.
"So what does this mean?" you asked, breathless
He grinned "I have no idea," he said "I just-god, I wish you were sober so I could kiss you"
"You can kiss me"
"I don't want you to forget our first kiss"
"then I'll come back in the morning"
he smiled "Promise?"
"Promise"
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"Truth Or Dare?"
Pairing: Cassian x Reader
Summary: Another game night. Mor playing cupid.
A/N: thank you so much everyone who read and liked "Whould you rather...?". I love you all very much. This is kind of a second part to that but can be read as a standalone. I hope you fun reading this. 😁😏
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Another day, Another game night.
A whole month passed, and we still haven't gotten free of all the work. I guess rebuilding a whole continent takes time. Cassian's been spending time with Nesta quite a lot lately, giving her training sessions. Even though nothing is going on between them, I can see how they look at each other. Those secret glances and soft touches they give each other.
I hate to admit it but It makes me jealous.
When I told Mor about it, she gave me a confused look. Apparently nobody but me thinks that they have something going on.
So sitting right now, near Cass, I can't focus on anything. My mind constantly goes back to that slight smirk I saw Cassian give Nesta this morning. I push the thoughts away and try to listen to my friends playing.
Somehow, Cass convinced everyone to play truth and dare. He ignored everyone's whines and took out one of rhys's wine bottle that we'd finished. When we tried to talk him out of this game he forced us to sit in a circle, literally.
I sit with Cassian and Amren at either side of me. Azriel and Mor beside them, and Feyre and Rhysand in front of me.
Cassian spun the bottle and the game starts.
"Truth Or Dare?"
"Truth."
"What is the dumbest excuse have you used before to get out plans?"
"I said,"My cat is sick." To get out of a date, knowing very well My date knew I didn't have a cat." Mor laughs.
"Truth."
"What's the longest time you've ever gone without showering?"
"31 hours." Rhys thins his lips and nods. "You're supposed to say the truth." Cass comments. "I am" He narrows his eyes. "You're boring." Rhys rolls his eyes and my lips tug up as we move on.
"Dare."
"Drink a glass of water with 5 spoons of salt."
We all watch in awe when Amren it all with a straight face. No giving any reaction, she puts the glass down on the table and looks at her nails. "This was too easy." Mor quietly picks the glass and drinks the last drop of salt water from it, wincing immediately. "Do you not have taste buds?" Cass's widen eyes moves between her and the glass.
"Truth."
"What is one thing you would stand in line an hour for?"
"New paints." Feyre eyes lit up in excitement.
"Dare."
"Sit in someone's lap." Cassian smirks thinking that'll bother me.
"Mor!" I plop myself on her lap, both of us laughing hysterically as her arms wrap around my stomach. Cassian frowns. He rolls his eyes, huffing and spins the bottle.
"Truth."
"Which was your most embarrassing date?"
"There was this male, Loren or something, we were on a date at this club he told me to meet in. I go there and we have a good time but halfway through the date, this women comes up to him and slaps him with all her might! I'm standing there like," Mor impersonates with brows up, lips rolled in her mouth and continues,"turns out she was his wife." We gasp dramatically and she nods.
"Dare."
"Take off your cloths and dance around in you underwear."
"Oh darling, if you wanted to see me naked you should've just asked." Rhys smirks at cassian and completes his dare.
"Dare."
"Cassian, since you didn't answer your question last time," there it is, that glint in Mor's eyes that indicates choas. "I dare you to kiss Y/N." She grins.
Utter silence. My eyes widen and snap to Mor in shock. Everyone looks at Cassian to see his reaction.
"Oh come on! That's ridiculous!" He throws up his hands. "Uh-uh. Remember the rules, Cassie." Mor teases. I look at cassian silently cursing her for putting us in this situation. I see a bit pink in cassian's cheeks and my eyebrows go up.
Is Cassian blushing?
"F-fine." The slight hitch is his voice does not go unnoticed. He turns to me and my breath grows.
"Can I-," He clears his throat,"Can I kiss you?" He asks in low voice. He wants to make sure I'm alright. The realisation makes blood rush to my cheeks. I silently nod, not trusting my voice.
He leans closer, my eyes constantly switch between his eyes and lips. He stops just before my lips, giving me time to back off. I don't.
His lips touch mine.
I stop breathing.
Our lips rest against each other and my eyes close. His lips surprising soft.
His sighs against me. My mind clears out everything except how well how good it feels to kiss him.
I don't want this to end.
But it ends anyway.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I search his, waiting for the regret to come but all I see is awe in them. It makes my stomach flutter. I struggle to breath.
Someone claps. We snap out of whatever trance we seem to be in. I suddenly remember we aren't alone and my face heats. I clear my throat and look down because I can't look at anyone right now.
I just kissed Cassian. In front of everyone.
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My rest of the night is spent in a haze. I can't stop thinking about the kiss we had. I don't care that it was dare and that too of only 5 seconds.
When the game finally ends and we start to descend to rooms, as we wish each other good night, Mor gives me a sly smirk and a wink. My blush doesn't leave my face the whole night.
Cassian walks up to me and I take a deep breath preparing myself to get heartbroken. "Are you OK?" His question catches me off guard.
"Uh-yes. Why?" I stammer.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable about before." His gaze dips to my mouth for a second before coming back to my eyes.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not." My faces flushes under his heated gaze.
He opens his mouth but closes immediately, swallowing back whatever he wanted to say.
"Let me walk you to your room?" He finally asks.
"Of course." I smile.
We start to my room, walking beside each other. Not saying anything and just enjoying our company. His hand brushes mine. I prey silently for him to take it in his. He doesn't.
I feel slightly disappointed when we reach my room. I open my door and turn to him.
"This is it, I guess. Good night." I look up at him.
His hand rises and tuck my hair behind my ear. I struggle to breath for the second time tonight. His fingers graze my face, from my cheek to jaw and moving back to his side. "Good night."
I go into my room and close to door, fearing if I stay out too long, I might do something crazy like kiss him again. I lean back against my door and try to even out my breath. My eyes close and head falls, thinking about the events happened tonight. I wait for the sound footsteps moving away, signaling his leave. I don't hear them.
I stand up straight and try to listen more properly but can't hear anything for some reason. I quietly open the door again to find him still standing there. Breathing heavy with heated eyes.
We take out each other in and our eyes meet, both filled with desire.
"Fuck it." He slams his lips to mine.
The force sends me almost falling back but he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my face. He walks us both into the room. My hand grips his hair and the other on the door, slaming in shut.
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Meeting the surrogate:
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Jack was never one to chew his nails, but today was different. He poked at the skin around his nails, making himself bleed. He opted to come alone, knowing his mom would’ve gladly made an appearance, he felt like he needed to do this part alone. He knew it was the first step of many “single father” events.
“Mr. Harlow?” Phoebe called him into her office, but before he could correct her she corrected herself “Jackman, I apologize!”
“Just Jack is fine” he sweetly smiled as he sat down with the binder in his lap.
“Did we find the perfect donor?” She smiled, as Jack nervously let out a chuckle.
“I think so” he handed her the binder, pointing out the sticky note he had left on page 27.
“Okay! Perfect. The next step is to find a surrogate to carry your child. Did you have anyone in mind or do you want to be set up with someone?”
“I think going through the agency is the best idea.” Truthfully he had an ex in mind, but considering she was the only person he had ever truly loved he opted for a less destructive choice.
Phoebe handed him a USB drive this time, making him laugh out loud.
“Seriously? We couldn’t have had this for the egg donors?” Jack laughed as he held on to the USB tightly.
“We like to give the binder out for dramatics.” Phoebe smiled noticing that Jack was finally sitting back relaxed.
“We can look at surrogates together if you’d like to make a decision today, or you can go home and have more time with it.”
“Do I need to narrow it down to one?”
“Not at all! We usually suggest two or three at most. Then we’ll set up a meeting and get the logistics planned out.”
“If it’s okay I’d like to look over them with you and get that process started today” Jack hated to admit it but the argument with his dad lit a fire under him. He wanted to get this process started quickly.
Phoebe had already pulled a list of reliable surrogates, they had already had children of their own or had been with the agency for a while with impressive background checks. She pulled up the details on her screen, motioning for Jack to pull his chair toward hers.
“This is Darcy. She has two children of her own, and she’s had two with the agency already. If you were interested in Darcy you’d be her last client.”
Jack made an unsure face, Phoebe took that as a no and continued to the next one.
“This is Yasmeen. She’s had one baby with our agency, with no issues during birth. She’d be willing to carry twins if you changed your mind about anything like that. Yasmeen's first baby was covered under an NDA which means she’s privy to your situation.”
Jack liked the sound of that, motioning for Phoebe to bookmark her as one of the two, or three he’d like to meet with.
“This is Janet, she’s had three kids of her own. However, none with the agency yet, and her family frequently donates to the agency. She comes from a wealthy family so money isn’t the motive here. She’d be open to carrying and being discreet.”
Jack was picky, shaking his head. He just didn’t have a good gut feeling about her.
It took Phoebe and Jack two more hours before narrowing it down to three women.
Yasmeen, Aimee and Diane.
“I’m sorry that took so long. I genuinely thought that would be easier” Jack scratched the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry about it! I understand this is a big decision.” Phoebe usually cleared her entire day for Jack knowing he was an important client.
“The biggest” Jack blushed, feeling good about his choices.
“Tomorrow I’ll have Yasmeen come down here to meet you and we’ll go from there” Phoebe held her hand out for Jack to shake it.
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Jack didn’t want to be alone, calling Urban as he got to the car.
“I already have dinner in the oven!” Alessandra hollered as Urban answered the phone.
“How’d it go? Did you find a baby mama?” Urban chuckled.
“I did! I found a few!”
“A few? The fuck?” Urban snorted on the other end of the phone.
“I’ll explain when I get there.”
When Jack pulled into the driveway he was greeted by Urbans kids, they practically tackled him to the ground.
“Be careful with your Uncle Jack! He’s old and dusty,” Alessandra teased earning a dirty look from her husband and Jack.
“You marry someone a year younger than you and they act like it’s a decade” Urban whispered making Jack laugh.
Jack went into the backyard and played with the kids while the food continued to cook.
Urban had invited Copelan over, knowing Jack likely wanted the extra support.
When Cope showed up and the food was ready everyone came inside to eat.
“This looks so good, thanks baby” Urban kissed Alessandra before she waved him off so she could serve everyone.
“That’s not necessary, we can do it” Jack always felt bad but it was in Alessandra's DNA to want to take care of everyone.
“Jackman!” She warned making him laugh as he threw his hands up defensively.
“Hey, the kids don’t know right?” Jack whispered to Alessandra.
“Oh hell no. Kids have big mouths” she smiled earning a laugh from all of the guys.
When dinner was finally over and Alessandra got the kids got ready for bed the three guys sat together at the table and talked.
“Spill” Copelan looked over Jacks' shoulder making sure the kids were gone before he teased him, knowing Jack had been dying to talk about it for the last two hours.
“I mean tomorrow I get to meet with someone and see if they’re a good fit. If I feel like meeting the other two women then I will and then I get to pick one. Then we have to come to an agreement financially and everything.”
“So it’s like build-a-bear but for baby mamas?” Copelan joked.
“Dude!” Urban smacked his arm, stifling a laugh.
“It’s fine, that was a good one” Jack laughed before fist-bumping Cope.
“Are you excited? Anxious? What’s going on up there?” Urban lightly knocked on Jack's head making him smile.
“I kinda just feel like I’m going to have the nervous shits for the rest of my life” Jack admitted.
“Ahhh fatherhood!” Urban smirked before sipping his beer.
“Couldn’t be me” Cope shrugged.
“You’ve got to be shooting blanks because there is just no way in hell you don’t have like seventeen baby mamas” Alessandra chimed in as she walked back into the living room.
Copelan's face grew red with embarrassment immediately, having zero comebacks for that as there was likely some truth to it.
Jack and Urban erupted in laughter, slapping one another’s arms as they couldn’t control it.
“I needed this” Jack hummed, wiping his tearful eyes as he was just happy to be surrounded by his people.
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Jack had hardly slept that night, meaning when his alarm went off for his meeting with his surrogate he groaned knowing it was going to be a long day.
He didn’t know how to approach this day. Did he get her a morning coffee? Did he dress up nicely? Should he wear cologne?
When he got to the agency, he felt anxious. The room was glass-encased, meaning he saw Yasmeen sitting with Phoebe at the table. He thought about turning around and running to his car but it was too late, Phoebe already waved for him to come inside the room.
“Yasmeen! This is Jack! Jack this is Yasmeen!”
Jack shook her hand, taking a seat across from her. All the thoughts he had in his head previously had suddenly disappeared.
Phoebe helped guide Jack with some of the questions and fears he had previously mentioned and Yasmeen got the feeling that he was overwhelmed.
Jack could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his back and the side of his face. His hair became frizzy as he nervously ran his fingers through it as Phoebe spoke.
“Jack? May I?” She interrupted and reached over the table grasping his hands.
“I know how much of a blessing it is to carry a baby for someone who’s looking to start a family. I know this situation is likely not ideal but I hope you know that I’ll handle this with the utmost respect and grace.” She looked into his eyes, knowing he needed to hear that.
Jack felt like he could stop holding his breath now. “You’re very calming, you know that?”
“I’ve been told!” She giggled, realizing that helped ease the tension some.
“Given my situation” he blew air out of his nose, trying to figure out how to word this best.
“Let me start over” he sat up straight in his seat. “Phoebe told me that you’ve carried a baby for someone who required an NDA, yes?”
“That’s right! So basically, before implantation is scheduled I signed a non-disclosure agreement. I had the baby in a private wing and the media never found out, it was never discussed. Basically, the only proof I carried a baby for someone is what the agency has on file.”
Phoebe also explained that the agency requires nda agreements for meetings such as this one.
“You’d be fine with similar circumstances?” Jack was nervous but had to be direct.
“Perfectly fine! Essentially I’ll only be around as much as you’d like me to be, if at all.”
“Oh, I already know my mom wants to throw you… well me? A baby shower” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Jack had expressed to me that he’d want to be pretty involved with the pregnancy, is that still the plan?” Phoebe looked over her notes.
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to attend appointments. In general, I’d like to be involved as much as possible. I can set you up with a private doctor and anything you’d need.”
Yasmeen nodded completely understanding Jack's anxiousness. “I’m here to bless you with a baby, so whatever you need from me. I’m here.”
Jack wanted to jump at the chance to pick Yasmeen as his surrogate but he didn’t want to seem too eager so he let her know he would be in touch. As she left the room, Phoebe smiled at Jack feeling the excitement radiating off of him.
“Do you want to meet with other surrogates?”
“Not really” Jack winced, bracing for her advice.
“I think you two are a good fit” she smiled. “Do you want to get a contract started?”
“Can I sleep on it?”
“Anything you need.” Phoebe smiled as Jack left her office.
When he was walking out, he noticed Yasmeen waiting in the lobby, she was looking out the glass doors for her ride.
Jack slowly approached her “Do you need a ride home?”
“Oh!” She was startled, giggling as she didn’t expect him to make it down to the lobby so quickly.
“I’m just waiting for my sister! She’ll be here any minute.” She admired how sweet he was, hoping more than anything he’d pick her to be his surrogate.
“Do you and your sister…?” He paused for a moment waiting for a name.
“Y/N” she smiled.
“Do you and y/n want to have dinner tonight?” Jack wasn’t sure why he said it but he did.
“Just us?” Yasmeen was curious about what Jack was planning.
“I was thinking my brother could come and maybe my mom?” He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously.
“The final test? Is this allowed?” She giggled genuinely curious as she handed Jack her cell phone.
“Something like that, and I think so?” He smiled as he typed in an address to a local restaurant he knew he’d be able to rent out tonight.
“See you at six!” She smiled as she walked out to her sisters car.
#Jack Harlow#Jack Harlow x reader#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagines#jack harlow blurb#Jack Harlow fanfic
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Kiss Cam <3
Crossing posting from my ao3 since i think ppl will like this fic. a03 link if you prefer reading there.
What will Falena do when Leona seems to be hiding the fact that he has a girlfriend? Rig a magical kiss cam to publicly embarrass the two, of course.
f/n = first name, third person
Did I steal this prompt from sporting events kiss cams and make it more dramatic? yes.
anyways Falena is hilarious in this.
side note: I interpret twisted wonderland as being an actual University where magical men and women attend. I don't think that matters for the specific fic though. reader can still be interpreted as being yuu.
Falena was annoyed. Irked. Displeased. Leona had finally, finally, brought home a love interest, or at least that’s what Falena thought she was; However, Leona refused to admit or even discuss the possibility that she was his girlfriend.
It was the Festival of Love after all in Afterglow Savanna, a three-day event that celebrated all types of love within the kingdom. Why else would Leona have brought home a girl if not to celebrate with her, but Leona didn’t specify if she was his girlfriend or not upon introduction. Furthermore, when Falena prodded Leona for answers, he basically told him to shove off and leave him alone.
When Falena tried to investigate, follow them around, and send spies after them, they always coincidentally appeared to be just platonic friends. A woman holding a man's arm could still be considered friends after all. That wasn’t a big enough clue either way. And when Falena had finally thought he was going to catch them sneakily kissing in a dimly lit hallway, they’d always be conveniently separated from each other.
However, Falena could smell them on each other. Her light perfume blended into Leona’s skin and when she passed by, Falena could clearly smell the earthy scent of Leona’s hair products. They must have been coming into at least close to close contact to justify smelling like each other!
There were other times too, that were as plain as day, that the two were so obviously in love. Leona would laugh with her. Falena could hear their snickers and teasing during various festival activities. Leona rarely laughed as much as he did with her. He looked at her with a sort of happiness Falena hadn’t seen since Leona was a child. Leona would also talk to her, speaking far more than he had the past four years since going to NRC and starting his work as a Prince of the Afterglow Savanna. Falena could barely get Leona to say more than a sentence to him sometimes, but here he was having these long-winded conversations with her.
So why was Leona hiding it? Was he ashamed of her? No that couldn’t be it. Leona would not have brought her otherwise. Was it because he knew it would annoy the entire family if he was as vague as possible about it? That was a possibility but seemed to be a bit of a stretch. They had apparently known each other since NRC but Leona hadn’t thought to bring her around until now? How could Leona decide to enlighten his family with a girl and then proceed to not introduce her as his girlfriend?
Furthermore, every time Falena tried to get the girl alone for a quick chat, Leona would somehow always swoop in like a knight in shining armor here to sweep his obvious lover away from revealing any sort of truth to the matter. Leona always pulled her away with a groan of ‘Don’t annoy F/n with your questions.’ Really, how could Leona consistently be so grumpy about it?
It really was starting to get to Falena. He was determined to find out the truth and the perfect opportunity to do so was going to occur later that evening. A special event was planned called ‘The eye of love.’ It was a yearly activity where a magical camera would pan the crowds showing couples that exhibited a blossoming love. It was an ancient spell mainly used for fun to embarrass couples and had been a main part of the festivities for centuries.
Falena politely, strong armed the yearly caster into making sure, no matter what, the camera would focus in on Leona and his friend. Was this perhaps a bit petty? Yes. Was this also a small invasion of privacy? Also yes. Falena was determined though, to thoroughly ignore his brother's reluctant feelings to find out the truth.
Why, one may ask, was Falena so determined to find out whether Leona had a girlfriend or not? The answer was simple, Falena wanted to make sure the one person that seemed to make Leona happy would be welcomed into the family. Instead, Leona had been corralling the girl away at any possible moment. Two could play this game. Leona wasn’t the only one that could play dirty.
Soon, the roar of the crowd killed Falena’s train of thought concerning his brother. He walked out onto the stage waving, sending out well wishes and hopeful phrases. The general announcements occurred as well as the small speech about hope and encouragement for the love season. Normally Falena wasn’t so impatient during this part, but he really wanted the excitement to start.
Finally, the magical camera, naked to the eye, zoomed around homing in on various couples of various ages. It was quite cute. The first couple to be shown was an elderly pair that seemed to finally admit their love for one another. The next two couples were younger, around mid-age, and were showered with the traditional flower petals for the event during their kiss.
Falena could barely contain his excitement as Leona’s face appeared on the magical screen. The crowd instantly recognized the second prince with a slight cheer. Excitement was strumming through the air. Falena’s smile slightly dropped though, when it appeared that Leona wasn’t at the event at all, but seemed to be walking in some sort of foliage area with F/n.
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“If you get in trouble for missing the eye of love event, I’m not gonna defend you.” F/n said. A smile appeared on her face as Leona helped her step off the rocky ledge.
“What do you mean? You’re my accomplice, you’re breaking the rules with me.” Leona responded as he looked back with a smug grin.
“That’s not what I’ll be telling King Falena.”
F/n didn’t have to be looking at Leona to know he was rolling his eyes as she trotted up behind him.
They had been walking for a good thirty minutes. Winding through a rocky path, up various hills. Honestly if F/n knew Leona was going to take her on a full blow hike she would have worn different shoes.
The path soon widened and appeared a large opening filled to the brim with green foliage and blooming flowers. There was a small opening to the left that looked over the grasslands. The sun was just about to set, yellow and orange hues filled the sky.
“Wow… it’s beautiful!” F/n said, running up to the opening admiring the view and the flowers. An excited smile graced her features. “This is what you wanted to show me? How romantic.”
“Always gotta get a tease in, huh.” Leona shuffled back and forth on his feet. He took a few steps towards her, grabbing her hands. His features softened and a slight anxiety bubbled in his chest. “F/n, I… wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
“Actually, I wanted to give you something.” Leona said, reaching into his clothes to pull out a small box. He flipped the lid up revealing a red jewel hanging delicately on a golden chain. F/n's eyes widened, and she glanced back and forth from the box up to Leona’s eyes.
“This… this is for me.” F/n asked. She was shocked, while Leona often gave her gifts, they were usually just things F/n had recently said she wanted. While it was incredibly thoughtful of him to always indulge her whims, his normal gifts weren’t as elaborate. They were flowers, or a blanket for them to share during naps, not an incredibly expensive looking necklace.
“In my culture, giving a gift like this is… 2nd to a marriage proposal. It’s a declaration of intention. An intention to love forever.” Leona explained, bringing a hand up to F/n’s cheek. Leona was a bit scared, nervous to ask this. He had never met someone as wonderful as F/n. While he didn’t think she’d say no, there was a possibility she would maybe not prefer this life with him. “If you accept this, it also means you… feel the same.”
F/n smiled; a nervous feeling fluttered through her. She couldn’t believe it. Leona and her had been serious for a while. While she knew he took their relationship seriously and she did find the whole ‘annoy Falena as much as possible’ schtick funny, this wasn’t what she was expecting.
“Leona… are you sure? I’m… not royalty and well… I don’t want you to be put in a bad position because of it. You care for your kingdom, and I just want to make sure you’re always happy.” F/n responded. She really was worried. She loved Leona and didn’t want to make his life more stressful. What if the kingdom didn’t accept her? What if he regretted it?
“Tch, what happened to that lecture you gave me the other day, huh?” Leona asked with another roll of his eyes. He handed her the box as he wrapped his arms around her. “You told me the world was full of possibilities and that there was always hope. You’re not gonna fight for me now after saying all that?”
F/n laughed, her body shaking in Leona’s arms. He always had to be so cheeky.
“Well that doesn’t count. Don’t use my words against me.” F/n responded, leaning in closer. She could see Leona’s eyes soften. Who was she kidding? She would do anything for him, even if it led to tough times. “You promise to take care of me every day?”
“Of course.”
“Alright then Leona Kingscholar, I accept your love.”
She saw a smile appear on his face, the brightness behind his eyes gleamed, as she leaned up to give him a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he squeezed her tighter. Leona kissed her back passionately. A laugh bubbled out of her as Leona slightly raised her body off the floor spinning her around.
“Perfect, my love”
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The camera cut out. Falena could hear the deafening silence as the crowd, as well as himself, processed what they had just seen. It took about three seconds before cheers broke out. The silence turned to rancorous chants and screams. Flowers were thrown up into the air as music started to ring out.
The crowd seemed to fully support Prince Leona’s plight for love if the chanting of his name was anything to go by. Falena was quite happy as well. Now he could finally get to work and plan a wedding. As well as devising a separate plan to make sure Leona didn’t kill him after finding out the entirety of Afterglow Savanna witnessed his love confession. Perhaps Falena should go on an extended trip to a neighboring kingdom to avoid Leona’s wrath.
Well, it’s not like Leona would find out that Falena was the one to order that the magical camera be rigged. It was just a very very unfortunate coincidence. Well, Falena would find a solution soon enough. Perhaps Leona would be so enraptured with his newfound love he’d be too busy to plot murder. Falena was content to enjoy the festivities for now, maybe he’d get lucky, and Leona would never know.
The luck of the draw always fell towards the king after all.
I hope you liked it! reblogs appreciated.
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I watched the Squid Game reality series so you don't have to.
1. It is just as grim and psychologically intense as the show. I went into it not knowing anything about the set up and expecting the format to have been changed to be less nightmarish; maybe the games would be fun versions, maybe smaller prizes would be available for individuals or teams, or different stages of the game would have different casts. Nope.
2. It isn't funny. It's overly dramatised (it's produced in the style of US reality shows so it really focuses on the worst in people). Something I didn't expect and was absolutely astounded to see is that the contestants have to fake being shot as a black inkpack on their chest explodes when they're eliminated. Some of them have a bit of fun doing an over dramatic fall to the ground. Most just sit down looking completely destroyed which, when you consider the format and the reasons people are there (severely in debt, can't retire, disabled children that need care) it's just absolutely vile.
(Honourable mention to the only funny bit of editing in the show: when the remaining 20 contestants get together in a circle to discuss the next task, the very American team captain gives a motivational pep talk consisting entirely of buzz words, then goes 'let's pray' and it immediately swaps to focus on the remaining Brits who look absolutely horrified (for those outside of the UK most Brits are either non-religious or very quietly religious and find overt showings of religion like group prayer really weird)).
3. Deeply uncomfortable by the editing and voiceover choices that repeatedly portrayed black people, particularly black women, as the 'villains'. It was very very noticeable. There was a particular interaction where a black woman was shown in a very negative light, and I am still unclear on what happened during the show (due to the choppy and unclear editing) and cagey responses from contestants in interviews after. VERY very strange, and has led to that black contestant receiving a lot of hate.
4. The amount of contestants breaking down emotionally through the show makes so much sense not only when you consider the conditions they were being kept in, but the sheer amount of bonus psychological fuckery that was included. Not just the main tasks but additional challenges, individual tasks, and public votes for eliminations. A lot of these happened at random in the dorm rooms meaning they had no true safe space in which to relax. The filming was evidently over at least a week and I can't imagine how emotionally exhausted they must have been. I hope the contestants would have been offered some therapy on leaving but I don't think that's likely.
5. The one shining light in the whole show was how, very differently to the original series, individuals started to work together much earlier and more thoroughly through the tasks. Lots of people offered support and words of kindness to those struggling and appeared to really bond. In the end, while a grim and unsatisfying watch, that was the one thing I took away.
I am perfectly happy to watch some trashy TV from time to time and I don't believe every thing you watch should necessarily be dissected for it's greater meaning. But, not surprisingly when considering the source material, this was so far beyond trashy; it was exploitative and depressing and I can't believe it actually got (excuse the pun) green lit.
TL:DR; the black mirror episode that would be based off of squid game? Yeah that was it.
#squid game#squid game the series#review#squid game 2023#i have thoughts#who the fuck came up with this#genuinely felt so awful for a lot of the contestants#reality tv#black mirror#maybe the real Torment Nexus is the friends we made along the way#Torment Nexus#capitalism#have i said fuck capitalism?#because fuck capitalism
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Sooo remember yesterday when I reblogged that amazing art by elenana.art on Instagram?
Well, I couldn't stop myself from writing a drabble for my Gwynriel headcanon that it inspired... So here it is!
And there's no angst!!
Read on AO3
Nesta rolled her eyes, unwilling to give her sister the satisfaction of, well, being right.
“The drummer was kinda hot, I guess,” she muttered. ‘Kinda hot’ was a gross understatement for the colossal man who had manned the drums during the trio’s set. The Bat Boys, they called themselves. And that drummer had been nothing less than drool-worthy.
“What do you mean ‘I guess’?! Have you seen his biceps?” Feyre sputtered.
Oh yes. Yes, she definitely had.
“Okay, but what’s with all the tattoos?” Nesta demanded, lifting a brow. “They’re a band, Feyre, not the yakuza.” Her sister’s answering expression was unimpressed, to say the very least.
“I should’ve just brought Elain.”
The Hell she should have.
With another eyeroll, Nesta snapped, “Don’t be silly. Those tattoos would give Elain a heart attack. Besides, she’s—“
Her sentence was cut off when she ran face first into a wall of black.
“Hey!” She seethed. “Watch where you’re…” Nesta looked up, ready to give the offending obstacle her famed I-will-slay-my-enemies expression. Her gaze drifted up… and up and up. Over the collar of the tight fitting black tee and the tendrils of ink that peeked out over it. Over the jaw that was sharp as a knife. Over the beautiful lips, straight nose, and high cheekbones. Until her eyes were met with churning hazel — nearly gold. The bassist.
Holy fuck, was he pretty.
Nesta gaped at him, all lean muscle and height. Not as ruggedly handsome as the drummer, but unfairly gorgeous, nonetheless. Beautiful enough to make the two women gape as he stared back down at them, his face a mask of cool disinterest.
Absolute, awkward silence.
“Um… could you let me through, please?” His voice was as deep and rich as the instrument he played, even if it was soft as a whisper.
What planet of perfection had this guy come from?
“Oh, yeah,” Feyre stammered, pushing Nesta to the side. “Sorry.” The towering, tattooed god of a man passed between them as they stared, slack-jawed.
Forget the drummer. An angel had just appeared before them. Nesta dramatically sucked in a breath as her sister began giggling like a fan girl.
Typical.
But there was still a chance to shoot her shot—
“Az!” Someone called from behind them. And then, passing between them as the bassist had, a blur of cobalt blue topped with a curtain of copper bounded up to the tall, dark, handsome man.
And his whole demeanor… changed.
He’d turned just in time for the woman to barrel into him, and his whole face lit up. If Nesta had thought him attractive before, that bright white smile — complete with a little dimple on one side — sent him straight into drop-dead gorgeous territory.
“Bird. You made it,” the bassist — Az, apparently — murmured into the woman’s hair, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her arms were pale against his bronzed skin, and Nesta couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like…
“Gwyn?”
Her pin straight mane flew as the woman’s head jerked, meeting Nesta’s stare with wide, teal eyes.
“Nesta? What are you—“
“Wait, this is the guy you’ve been seeing?” Nesta didn’t need to wait for an answer. Not when Gwyn’s cheeks turned the most incriminating shade of pink.
With a nervous laugh, she replied, “Nesta, this is Azriel.” Icy eyes narrowed on the couple, keenly aware that Azriel’s hand had not moved from Gwyn’s hip and Gwyn’s arm had remained around the musician’s waist. “Azriel, Nesta.”
“I’m Feyre,” Nesta’s sister chimed in, earning a scathing side-eye.
The towering bassist chuckled, pulling Gwyn into his side and dipping his chin toward her. “Have you been keeping me a secret from your friends, Gwyneth?” He teased, only fanning her blush into a roaring red.
Turning to him with beseeching eyes, she exclaimed, “No!” Then she dragged her lower lip between her teeth and looked away from him. “I just… haven’t dated much and I wanted it to be… all mine. For a bit.”
Well, much to Nesta’s displeasure, that was incredibly sweet. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with Gwyn — the redhead she’d met at work was more like a sister to her than a friend, and she deserved only the most wonderful things.
It was the musician that was the focal point of her skepticism now. She’d been drooling over him only moments before, but a man would have to be nearly perfect to even get close to being deserving of Gwyneth Berdara.
Azriel leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly against Gwyn’s temple. “Of course, bird. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Well, he sure was smooth, wasn’t he?
“It’s nice to meet you both,” he added with a warm smile and a nod. “You can come back to the green room with us if you want. We have some food and a bar. And I’m sure Rhys and Cass would love the company.”
And with that, Azriel returned his focus to the freckle-faced woman at his side, guiding her gently down the hall. After a moment of stunned silence, Nesta shook her head and began to follow, dragging her sister along.
Perhaps the drummer would do, after all.
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Ten Minutes To Curtain | Spencer Reid
Series Masterlist | Smurph's Masterlist
Part 19 of Room 405
Warnings: angst, tension, awkwardness
Summary: Spencer and Hotch head to the Nocturne to talk to Charlie... meanwhile you're getting ready backstage.
Spencer shifted uncomfortably as Hotch drove them to the Nocturne, tugging at his collar even though he’d unbuttoned the top few like you’d asked him to do.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Hotch snapped after a while, glaring at his constant adjusting.
“I’m nervous, I guess,” Spencer shrugged, but he tugged at his sleeves under his blazer. “You and Mr. Arends both said this woman is… angry and hates cops.”
“Good thing you don’t look like a cop,” Hotch offered, and now it was Spencer’s turn to glare.
When they pulled into the parking lot of the Nocturne, it was already bustling with people and energy and it was only eight thirty. Hotch wanted to be early so Mrs. Arends couldn't sneak out when she found out they were coming.
Men and women, customers and performers alike, milled about outside, smoking cigarettes and hanging out in elaborate outfits. Hotch had worn a sportcoat and dark slacks that were tighter than he'd wear normally, trying to blend in. Spencer was glad you'd given him some direction on what to wear as he didn't look much different from the rich clientele that waited outside. He'd worn one of his nicer watches and styled his hair just to try and fit in.
He eyed the dancing neon sign as he had the night they found the body in the alley. Her pink leg kicked in and out as it had months ago when he first confronted you about having a husband. It felt like years now.
They went in the front door and down a hallway that led to another door. It was dark, lit with dim fairy lights and old burlesque pictures lining the walls. Spencer tried to keep his eyes forward and not gawk at the half naked women behind the frames, but he couldn't help but think how some of those outfits might look on you.
When they entered the next hallway, a brightly lit booth sat at one end. The woman behind the counter wore sultry makeup, dark dusted eyelids and deep plum lipstick with teased blonde curly hair. She was as scantily clad as the women in the pictures, in a pointed black bra and garter belt, but Spencer couldn't see much below that.
"Welcome to the Nocturne," she said sweetly with a dramatic flourish of her lace gloved hand. She waved it until her palm reached out, curling her fingers in a beckoning motion, "Entry fee, fifty dollars, gentlemen."
"Fifty?" Hotch scoffed, raising an eyebrow at her.
The woman waved her hand to a sign on the edge of the booth that read, Fifty Bucks! No ifs ands or… with a graphic of a woman's ample backside to finish off the wordplay.
They flashed one another an uncomfortable look and dug through their pockets for their respective wallets. They fished out fifty bucks and set the bills in her open palm. She brought the money up to sniff it, smirking at them over the bundle of cash. Hitting a button under the booth, the door to the right of it popped open.
"Remember, boys," she called as they went toward it, "no touching unless you're willing to pay for the privilege."
Spencer let out an awkward breath and followed Hotch through the doorway and into yet another hall. This time there was no door blocking them from the sights inside, just a frame with music and lights emanating at the end.
It was like they stepped into a den of sin.
Velvet lined the walls, sultry purple booths and tablecloths scattered around the packed lounge on a Saturday night. The place was lit with dimmed fairy lights, the stage still dark, with a bar to one side that was backed by large mirrors.
Waitresses in sky high heels and waiters in sleek oxfords wandered the lounge, dressed in…not much and leaning provocatively as they gladly took tips and slipped them into private places. Hotch and Spencer stood, starstruck, as their eyes struggled to make sense when both were so far out of their elements.
Drag queens, drag kings, dancers and musicians all walked past them in sparkly outfits and ridiculous shoes while clients lounged about handing out cash and taking drinks. Spencer recognized a few CEOs, senators, and to his surprise an FBI agent or two among the throng of people.
It was like a circus in here, a ridiculously rich and expensive circus, but a circus nonetheless.
"You two don't belong here," a dark voice came from behind, making both of them turn toward the bar.
A tall drag queen in a bright green feathered robe lounged on one of the stools, sipping from a sparkling martini glass. Her slick lipstick stained the side as she smirked and set it down. Her bright orange hair was piled high on her head, curls trailing down to frame her pretty face.
Her long legs were crossed as she leaned back on the bar, neon green platforms bobbing up and down as she watched them. She beckoned them with a finger, "How can I help you, gentlemen?"
"I'm Aaron," Hotch said smoothly, holding out a hand for her to take. She did, and he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of her knuckles.
When he let her go, Spencer decided on a wave. You were the only person he really liked to touch. Hotch waved a hand at him, "This is Spencer, and you are?"
"Miss Fierce," she smiled brightly, but she made no move to stand. "I'm the makeup artist here."
"We have a meeting with Mr. Arends," Hotch told her, "We're a little early, but we'd like to speak with him."
She looked off toward her right and shouted, "Daddy!"
When they turned, Charlie Arends stood up sharply from behind the bar holding a case of wine. His face went red when he spotted Spencer and Hotch, but he came quickly around the counter and set the wine down.
Spencer had expected him to be in some sort of costume, but instead he wore a tight shirt and jeans with sneakers. His muscles were insane, but now that Spencer knew this to be a kind and sensitive bear of a man, he didn't feel intimidated by it much in the way he wasn't intimidated by Morgan anymore.
Charlie flashed them a crooked grin and leaned on the counter toward Miss Fierce. He put his chin in his hand and smiled at her, "Trust me, these two aren't good candidates for sugar daddies."
"Oh," she tutted, waving an acrylic nail at him, "why would I need them when I have you?"
She stood on those towering platforms a head over even Charlie, leaned down and pressed her lacquer lined lips to his for a quick second before pulling away. Miss Fierce waved her glass at them as she passed, purposely walking between them so she could flash a wink and say, "Play nice, boys."
"Don't take it personally," Charlie chuckled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "she flirts with everyone."
"She's…sweet," Hotch smiled, looking off in the direction Miss Fierce had gone, down a hall and up some spiral stairs.
"You guys are early." Charlie's smile turned into a twitchy grimace. He was nervous, that much was obvious. "I haven't seen my wife all day, so I haven't told her you were coming."
"Is she here?"
"Yeah, yeah," Charlie nodded, pointing off toward the spiral stars case, "Miss Fierce told me she's getting ready up behind the stage. The performers all have vanities back there."
"Shall we?" Spencer asked, but Charlie blanched.
"I'm gonna wait until after her set…" he trailed off awkwardly. "She likes to step on my toes when she's mad at me, and if she knows you're here she's gonna be pissed. Best to have witnesses."
Spencer tugged at his collar, his eyes going wide when he noticed two women dressed in sparkly barely-there underwear smiling at him. They waved at him and an embarrassed blush ripped across his cheek.
"What's up with you, doc?" Charlie asked when he noticed them. The girls let out playful yelps and dashed back up the stairs at Charlie's glare.
Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly when Charlie turned back his way, "I'm…uh, highly uncomfortable."
Charlie gave Hotch an exasperated look and waved an upset hand at Spencer, "She's gonna eat him alive!"
Hotch set his own hand on Spencer's shoulder, "Charlie, it'll be fine. Just go do your set and we'll be here when you and your wife are done."
Charlie grumbled to himself and snatched the wine case from the counter, "I gotta get ready anyways. Don't get too excited by the girls, my wife is as protective of them as our kids."
"I have a girlfriend…" Spencer trailed off awkwardly as Charlie stomped away.
Hotch huffed a laugh and steered Spencer toward the thick of the lounge. Smoke and shimmering lights flooded over them as they made their way to the center crowd, a lone table for two open for them.
A girl in pink underwear scooted up on roller skates and deposited two whiskey tumblers on the table. She popped a large bubble from the gum in her mouth that matched her hair color, holding her hand out for a tip.
"We didn't order these," Spencer said slowly, but she shook her hand and stuck it out further expectantly.
"Courtesy of Miss Fierce," she squeaked cheerfully, popping her gum again. "Not courtesy of me. Tip your waitresses, folks."
She pointed to a metal 50s style sign that reiterated her statement, so Spencer handed over a ten as it was the smallest bill he had.
"Knew you cuties were good for somethin'!" she said, smiling wide and stuffing his cash in her bra, "Enjoy the show!"
Spencer cocked a brow at Hotch, who took the glass and a large pull on it, so he did the same. It was a sweet bourbon, just a hint of spice. Miss Fierce picked a perfect drink.
He settled into the soft velvet backed chair, a perfect view of the stage in front of him. The presenter's voice rang out above the crowds in a 20s style circus MC.
"Ten minutes to curtain, friends and fiends… get your drinks now to get your kicks soon."
Spencer took another drink. It was going to be a long night.
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You dusted body glitter over your breasts as you sat in front of your vanity. They were nearly spilling out of your bra with the bit of pregnancy weight you'd gained. You could have smacked yourself for stupidly thinking it was your period after four pregnancies and five kids.
You were still nervous to tell Spencer, and you hadn't seen Charlie all day, so you were still holding onto your secret. It ate at your insides and made you feel sick, but you hoped dancing would take some of that away as it usually did.
You loved performing. Even after your original shame from your origins as a stripper and call girl, you loved it. It gave you a chance to let go, your only outlet before you met Spencer.
"Mmmm," Miss Fierce hummed as she came up the spiral stairs, her large platforms clomping and her feathered robe flowing gracefully behind her. "There's some handsome men out there tonight, Momma."
"Any eligible bachelors?" you crooned sweetly as you watched her come up behind you in the mirror.
"There's a sweet one with puppy dog eyes you could eat up," she purred, setting her hands on your shoulders and smirking at your reflection.
You reached up your little glitter brush and dusted her nose with it, "I'm taken lady, there's only one pair of puppy dog eyes for me."
"He the reason for those bruises on your neck?" Tessa called as Miss Fierce swatted your brush away and plopped into the seat next to you.
"Yeah, and what about those tits you got all of a sudden?" Fierce smirked, waving a hand at your swollen bosom. "You get a boob job we don't know about?"
"Hey," you scolded playfully, trying and failing to cover them with your hand. "I've had five kids hanging off these things, of course they're big."
"That's why I'm glad mine are fake," one of the other drag queens laughed, shaking her silicone chest. "I can change the size any time I want."
You all laughed as the announcer Marty, a tattooed man with a slick handlebar mustache, called out for the ten minute curtain. The crowd roared with excitement, amping you and the other performers up.
Charlie came up behind you in just his pants as he tugged on the top of his costume, kissing your cheek. He sat down next to you and pulled on his dancing shoes as Tessa leaned over and smiled.
"Daddy, did you knock Momma up again? We're in a fit over her new boobs."
Charlie looked up sharply, his gaze landing on your breasts. He squinted at you but he shook his head, "Nah, we haven't shared a bottle of wine in a while."
"Shame," Miss Fierce frowned, twirling a makeup brush in her hand, "you two make such pretty babies."
Charlie looked rushed as he finished getting ready, so you turned in your seat and leaned your elbows on your knees. Tapping his forehead with your finger, you smiled softly when Charlie finally met your gaze.
"You okay?"
Charlie swallowed thickly like he did when he was nervous, but he flashed you a smile back, "Yeah, baby. Just got distracted."
"I told you, puppy dog eyes out there is cute," Miss Fierce crooned, and Charlie blanched.
He stood quickly and held out his hand for you, "C'mon, they're waiting for us."
You took his hand, watching him with concern. He led you over to the stage, the large red velvet curtain waiting to be pulled up so you could be presented.
You squeezed Charlie's hand, and he gave you a small smile as he squeezed back. You wanted to tell him about the baby right then and there, but you weren't sure what his reaction was going to be since it wasn't his. And you had work to do.
"Do you need Manny to step in?" you asked, talking about his backup dancer.
"No, this is our number, baby," he said with a prideful grin. "Our song."
"Okay," you hummed, deciding you'd press him on it later. "Let's make rich men spend some money."
Charlie chuckled lightly and nodded, "Let's do it."
Marty's voice echoed out, promoting a round of yells and table pounding in the crowd's excitement.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for…"
Notes: oooohhhhh... you guys are not prepared.... How do you think Spencer and Sweetheart are going to react when they notice eachother in the Nocturne??
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Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader
Part Six - FWB 🔞
Posted: 29/04/23, Edited: 26/09/23
Spending the evening with the girls drinking a little too much and making an absolute tit of yourself on karaoke; you’d forgotten that European measurements are a lot more than in the UK. At the table Millie’s arm was draped over your shoulders, the girls are so used to her and Rachel holding hands and being close at camp that nobody batted an eyelid at you two being cozy.
Stumbling back to the hotel room, Millie’s arm was around your back gripping your hip to hold you up, giggling your way down the hallway and falling into your bedroom. “Wow it’s so clean in here! You’ve already unpacked?” switching on the light she was shocked at the sight of your tidy room compared with her pig sty. “Errr yeah, I’m not you!” laughing at her as you went to grab two cups of water before calling to see if Rach was awake.
Your phone and face lit up as your girlfriend answered almost immediately, “hey baby, wow you look so fit!” she said captivated with the way you looked tonight with the slight glow to your skin. “Doesn’t she!” Millie butted in pushing her head into the frame, “you too Brighty!” Rachel bigged up her best friend so she didn’t feel left out. You spoke about what you’d been up to and how awful you were at karaoke, she told you how training went and that Villa are playing Man U at the weekend. When your tipsy brain took over and told your girlfriend that you wanted to jump Millie, Rachel laughed as your friend looked shocked at your admission. “Woah, you do?” Millie’s voiced turned high pitch as she smartened up her shirt proudly, “gurl have you seen yourself?” announcing to her over dramatically. Rach said you’re both looking way too hot to not do anything tonight and reiterated that she’d already given her blessing before you left, saying she loved you both and to have a good time then hung up.
Millie stood up to lock the door as your eyes scanned her body - her shorts showing off her toned legs made you want them wrapped around you.. now! Spinning around she saw you biting your lip and chuckled “my eyes are up here (y/n/n)!” making you flush a little red at being caught with your thoughts. “Rach told me you get horny when you’re drunk” laughing as she ushered you over with her forefinger in a ‘come here’ motion. Wrapping your arms around her neck and tiptoeing to reach her, she lifted you up connecting your legs around her waist. Pressing your foreheads together as your noses grazed, flickering between looking into her eyes and down at her lips, teasingly brushing them together before devouring each other in a moment of passion. Your dress had risen up to your hips as her hands were firmly gripping your arse before sitting down on the edge of the bed with your body draped over her, Millie was well practiced with women by now and had no qualms about doing exactly what she wanted. Her strong hands started at the base of your dress lifting it above your head as you unbuttoned her shirt, fingers tugged at each others hair and hands explored each others body frantically.
Stroking your lips with her thumb, you parted them to circle it with the tip of your tongue as she slipped it further into your mouth. Dragging it down your body and into your pants where her eyebrow and the corner of her mouth raised as she felt what she’d done to. Leaning over to kiss your neck, her untamed blonde hair tickled your face as she circled your clit to make little moans harmoniously dance from your lips to her ears. The vibrations too much to ignore as she kissed down your body until her head was between your legs, holding her in place until you came close, she’d learned by now your tells when you were nearing the edge and slid her fingers inside you to help you get there. Replacing her tongue with her thumb so she could sit back and watch her hard work come to fruition as your hips raised and your body started to shake. Remembering what Rachel had taught her the first time you had sex, she made you lick her fingers after, this time not being shy about it and visible cocky enjoyment wiped across her face as she bent down to kiss you after. Rolling on top of her so she was under you and holding her arms above her head you kissed down her body, longing for her legs to be wrapped round your head all night long, that’s where you headed. Your knees fell to the floor as you dragged her body closer to you, sliding her legs over your shoulders and holding her hands so her arms were taught by her sides. You paid her the same respect by helping her tip over the edge, her thighs clamping your head into place as she rolled her hips against your face making the only type of mess that you loved.
Climbing back onto the bed to lay down beside her to catch your breath, you’d barely touched the mattress before she was rolling over to pull her shirt back on to make her way back to her room. Your eyes fluttered open as you watched her movements, “stay?” you smiled at the blonde while tapping the space she’d left on the bed next to you. “Didn’t make you out for a fuck and run type of girl” you giggled at her as she grinned and crawled back into bed with you nearly as quick as she’d got up. “I didn’t know what the procedure was for when Rach isn’t here” she said innocently, stroking the now damp bangs out of your eyes and lingering her hand on your cheek. “I’m sure she wouldn’t like you leaving me alone after that” you whined softly, secretly wanting cuddles.
Waking up stuck together due to the humidity in the apartment, you peeled yourself off Millie’s chest which made her stir and pull you back into her, placing a kiss on your forehead “good morning pretty girl” she mumbled caressing the back of your head. Last nights alcohol now clouding your mind made you feel guilty about what had happened between you during Rachel’s absence. Staring up at the ceiling she could tell something was off, “hey, you okay?” Millie asked lifting your chin with her finger to look at her “yeah..” you murmured making her look at you unconvincingly. “Last night was fun, I just-” “feel bad?” she finished your sentence while nodding in agreement and suggested calling Rach.
“Hows my fave girls in the world?” Rachel chimed down the phone, she could already tell on your faces that you were covered in guilt.
“We feel bad!” you both whinged immediately, there was no time for pleasantries you just wanted to get your confession out. Rach asked why, she knew what had happened but didn’t know why you both seemed so miserable! Telling her you both felt awful for what had happened without her even in the country, she reassured you both that she wouldn’t have given her blessing if she didn’t mean it. She knew you’d both come running back to her in no time anyway and it was one of the boundaries that was set in the beginning - as long as the other one knows before and we check in after. “Well let’s put it this way, you two get to make it up to me when you’re home!” she winked, not a care in the world which made you feel a lot better. “Now stop moping and go get a tan! I’ve got to get to training, love you” “love you” both of you chimed back at her before she hung up.
Part Seven - Coming in Crutch
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"Alright, people, almost ready to roll! You comfy there, Helga? You good to hold on a few while we take some stills?"
"It's as comfy as a rock can be... but, sure. Any sort of pose you want?"
"Oh, no. Nothing in particular yet. We're just taking some test shots, check we've got the right setup to make you look good."
"Do I not always...?" Helga smirked cockily. "I love the bikini by the way, very sexy. You might not be getting it back when we're done!"
"I'm sure the budget can stretch to that." Sarah, the director chuckled.
As the photographer snapped away, Helga playfully struck a few poses, and checked with the crew that she was holding it with the label in a good place for them.
"So... this a new flavour you're launching?" She looked down at the label. "Tidal burst?" she shrugged. "Sounds interesting..."
"Sorry, yours is empty. Brad... we gave him real thing..."
"Huh, doesn't seem fair..." Helga pouted. "Thought they were always empty on set though. How come he's actually drinking his?"
"Oh... he's not drinking that on cam. We just wanted to make sure he was... well hydrated." Sarah smirked a little. "There's a certain amount of... action, we need from him..."
Helga smiled. "You're the boss. And I'm sure my acting talents can stretch to pretending to drink. Still, I don't need to worry about being overly hydrated here. I'm sat on a wet rock in a bikini, not like I'd need to stop for a bathroom break! Ha ha!"
Sarah sniggered. "He won't be going for a bathroom break either."
Helga's eyes lit up for a second. "Ohhh...? Heeey... is this going to be like your last campaign?"
Sarah smiled knowingly. "The Bud Max one? You've seen it?"
Helga nodded enthusiastically. "Did I? Yeah, my agent showed me a few of the ads you did for that, they were amazing. Smart, funny, sexy. I've showed a bunch of my friends and... weeee... might, have bought a few rounds for some boys we met...."
She smirked mischievously, "it, uhh... worked as advertised!" she giggled, remembering the look on the guys faces as they suddenly, one after the other began spontaneously wetting themselves, in front of Helga and her friends. "Is this gonna be like that?" she asked eagerly.
"Not far off..." Sarah confirmed. "It's an energy drink, so we're going more for the gym bro demographic..."
Helga could imagine any number of guys at her gym that she'd love to see taken down a peg or two. Hard to mansplain how to properly use a machine, when there's a puddle forming under you that's not sweat!
Sarah's goal was to play up to the desires of the self-Identified "Alpha males." Guys who viewed women as a prize, something to be claimed. Guys who picture themselves as the bull in a porno, fucking the hotwife of some loser cuck.
That base instinct was what drove them, and it often drove them to do dumb things. Fortunately, that was what she wanted them to do as well.
The commercial opened with Helga taking a long sip from her can. Stood on a rocky outcrop on the shore, Brad stared out at her, a confident smile on his face.
Helga sees him staring, and looks away shyly for a second, before looking back and smiling, bashfully.
Brad mimes a kiss in her direction. She looks away again, appearing to blush, before looking back and timidly waving.
Still looking self assured, Brad takes a drink himself. A can of Red Bull. "Some men think what they drink, makes them the bull..." a deep male voice-over came in. The camera zooms in on the label
Cut to a close up of Helga's face as she sees what he's drinking.
"But the ladies can see... that's just a load of Bull..."
Having seen it, she smirks at Brad, before taking a big drink herself.
"So you'd better have real confidence... Because girls like this, want to see you... make a splash!"
As Helga looked back, a wave struck the rock, splashing over her dramatically.
The Camera zoomed in on her can, then back to Brad's face, now suddenly not so confident. As it cut back to Helga's face, there was now a very cocky smirk on her face, as she looked back at Brad.
The next shot showed Brad fully from head to toe. The confidence was gone, and suddenly, a wet spot was starting to burst forth from his crotch, rapidly spreading down his legs.
Helga giggled, before facetiously blowing a kiss back to him.
"And if you can't make a big splash... you're all washed up!" the voice over concluded. As it did so, a huge wave struck the shore by Brad, completely drenching him, and knocking him into the water.
Helga laughs, waving him goodbye as the ad concluded.
"Bang. Tidal Burst. Bursting with confidence."
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Training
-Young Gods
Master List
Nabi’s POV
I sat next to my father in the back of his black on black, Rolls Royce Phantom. The bullet proof windows were tinted very dark making it impossible for anyone to see us from the outside.
It had been raining all morning the chill in the air ha me shivering in my black leggings and sweater. My long hair was pulled back as well in to a low ponytail.
Father had yet to tell me where we were going even as the car began to move. We didn’t speak to one another for the entire 20 minute drive. He stayed on his phone most of the time talking business and numbers and barking orders to whoever was on the phone.
A few minutes later and the car pulled up to a grey building. It looked more like a warehouse to me. There were men in black suits standing outside waiting for us. My father’s men of course. “What is this place?” I turned to my father with a questioning look. The old man finally put down his phone and set his light brown eyes on mine. “You’re training today. You need to learn how to protect yourself. Especially when I’m gone.”
“You’re going to train me?” I didn’t mean for my words to sound shocked but, I couldn’t help it. Father didn’t really do that kind of thing. He had others to always get dirty for him. He shook his head and his eyes cast up to peer out my window. Just then a tall man with long black hair opened my door for me.
He was very handsome, almost pretty with full lips, a cut jaw, and a thin yet solid frame. When our eyes met for a split second they were pretty but, cold.. menacing. I didn’t recognize him but, how could I know all of my father’s men.
“Nabi, this is Hwang Hyunjin. I hired him and a few of his other men to help train you.” My father spoke as Hyunjin bowed deeply then stepped aside so I could get out of the car.
I whipped my head back towards my father to glare at him. “Wait, you’re not coming with me? I don’t know these people.. what the hell?!” I couldn’t help my little outburst and I know my father hated when I spoke to him with anything less than the upmost respect. “Stop it, Yi Nara! You will do this and you will do exactly as these men say.”
I heard the man who opened my door sigh softly as if he was tired of listening to this. “Fine, but if I get gang raped just know,” I leaned closer to my father, “killing them wont make me forgive you.” I knew that was a bit dramatic but it got the reaction I wanted because my father face began to grow read with anger. I didn’t stick around though. Stepping out of the car I walked past Hyunjin, completely ignoring the annoyed glare he gave me.
Even though I wasn’t showing it I could feel my nerves clawing its way through my body. Not knowing exactly who I’m with and what I will be doing. I hated that feeling. Suddenly Hyunjin stepped passed me as his soft yet deep voice said, “don’t worry about getting gang raped, darling. We only do that to the women and men we want to carve up.”
I stopped short of the large metal door we were headed for and looked at him with an incredulous expression. What the fuck did he just say to me?
“And sadly we can’t have fun with the bosses daughter. Got to keep the princess safe.” He said as he opened the heavy door with easy and bowed to me with a mocking smile on his lips. I wanted to slap that smirk off his pretty condescending face.
I reluctantly walked inside. It was dark for the most part but, I could see some hanging lamps towards the back. Hyunjin daunted passed me again to lead the way. He never spoke to me again as we walked through the dimly lit space. As my eyes roamed my surroundings I noticed that there were old conveyor belts, broken and rusted on either sides of us.
There looked to be bullet holes scattered in the walls and water was dripping from the ceiling from the light rain that had began to fall again. Then my eyes landed on the seven other men that stood at the back of the building. They stood in an open space where there looked to be a small gun range on one side of the building and then opposite of that was a huge blue mat lying on the ground.
“The Princess has arrived.” Hyunjin said as he stopped at.. at the man I had seen coming out of my father’s office. He looked a bit different today. He had black jeans on and a loose fitting tank top on.
His dark hair had no product in it and it was curly and a bit messy. Our eyes met as he bowed and took a step forward. “Miss Yi, I am Bang Chan. It’s a pleasure to finally-“
“I know who you are, father told me. So you will be training me? And these guys?” I questioned as my eyes scanned the others and I crossed my arms over my chest. When my eyes moved back to Chan he had an amused smirk on his lips. I noticed my eyes lingered a bit too long on them and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, looking away.
“Since you know who I am allow me to introduce my men, they will all be helping you in the process of training you.” Chan turned towards a man who stood closer towards the small gun range. His features were very sharp but handsome all at the same time. He almost looked catlike. “This is Lee Minho.” Chan pointed his hand towards the man who was now twirling a sharp knife between his agile fingers.
He was looking at me as if I was something to eat, “you can call me Lee Know, babe” he spoke that pet name so confidently as if he would have consequences for openly flirting with the bosses daughter. “He will be teaching you about weapons and how to use them effectively.” Chan gave Lee know a hard look and I noticed the overly confident man stopped twirling the knife and dropped his little smile.
“I will also be helping you with weapons training, along with Han Jisung,” Chan nodded towards and a man who was leaning against the far wall with safety glasses pushed up onto his head pushing back his dark wavy hair back a bit.
His arms were well built and crossed in front of him as he eyes me curiously. Even though his round face looked a little more inviting than the others I could still feel the dangerous aura around him.
“And Hyunjin who I see you have already met.” Chan continued. My eyes slid to the tallest member of the group and I had to fight myself from rolling them. “Yes we have met, unfortunately.” I mumbled and that only made Chans smile grow wider.
He was enjoying this a little too much. “And what about the others? What will they teach me?” I said gesturing towards the other four standing near the blue mat and they seemed to all be dressed in various workout clothes.
Chan turned towards the four men, “these guys will teach you how to fight, martial arts, street fighting..” Chan trailed off and the bulkiest guy spoke up, “we will teach you how to fight dirty.” This man actually looked nice. He had a genuine smile as he spoke to me and his eyes didn’t seem as cold but, I knew better than to think he wouldn’t hurt anyone if he had to.
“But we will teach you how to fight smart and sneak in all the technical stuff too.” A blond man who was leaning on the bulkier guys shoulder spoke up. He was very pretty. His hair was white blond and long, his features were very soft and elegant.
He gave me a wide smile and I could tell he actually meant well. “This is Lee Felix” Chan spoke up and Felix bowed to me. “The big guy next to him is Changbin but, we all call him Binnie.”
“The other two,” Chan went on and pointed towards the men sitting at a small table with a laptop propped open. “Are Jeongin who goes by I.N.” The lithe male who looked like Hyunjin a little with his pretty yet sharp features and black hair simply nodded at me.
“And Seungmin, they are also good with tech.” Chan added. The last guy had this light brown hair and round eyes that made him look almost puppy like but, his smile was a bit crazed it kind of scared me a little.
I stayed quiet and turned my attention back to Chan. “So let’s get started” Chan clapped his hands motioned for me to follow him over to the mat. “You’re going to focus on fighting today and then tomorrow we will work on weapons.” He was all business as he spoke. My eyes slowly wondered over his form. He stood straight, his shoulders were wide and his arms were very muscular yet lean.
Just then he cleared his throat which snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes met his. My cheeks instantly went red. “Miss Yi, are you ready?” I hardened my features, embarrassed I had been caught blushing, “Call me Nabi, and I was born fucking ready.” I said as I walked over to the four men who were now all standing on the mat.
"Let's see what you got, pretty princess." Seungmin smiled at me wildly causing Binnie to laugh and they all stepped back leaving me and the brown haired man standing alone on the mat. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my heart start to race.
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 31
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 1629
Warnings: Talk of death, PTSD
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: The Reason Broken Halos
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Ghost
Juliette waddled purposefully to the garage before giving either of the aviators a chance to argue with her. Ghost and Rooster were hot on her heels. They slid into Bradley's Bronco, and Juliette floored it to The Riptide. Ten minutes later, they swiftly entered the dimly lit establishment and found Hangman sitting at the bar, his cheek plastered to the dark wood of the counter. His green eyes were half shut, but he recognized his friends immediately, although he didn't appear exactly pleased to see two of them.
"I called Princess," he slurred, frowning. "What're youse doin' here?"
"You might've called Juliette, but you gave the bartender my callsign," Ghost explained, looking him up and down. "I happened to be with them when he called."
Jake sighed dramatically. "Shit. Sorry, Annie, uh, I mean, Annalise… youse can go. I'm… I'm good."
"It's fine," Ghost responded gently, gingerly placing a hand on his back, "but I'm not leaving here without you."
"Our place is closest. Let's bring him there. The sooner we get him to a toilet, the better," Juliette remarked, taking Jake's credit card from the bartender.
Rooster grabbed Hangman by the shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position. "Ghost, can you help me carry him back to the truck?"
"On it." Ghost and Rooster each grabbed one of Jake's arms and threw it around their shoulders, then proceeded to carry a deadweight Hangman out of the bar and into the back of the Bronco. He mumbled incoherent protests, but none of them listened. Ghost hopped into the back of the car first before helping Rooster slide Hangman onto the seat with her. Jake promptly slumped over into her lap. Ghost cradled him, heart thundering in her chest as she thought of everything that could've possessed him to drink so heavily. Never in all the years she'd known him had he ever drank that much. Hangman hated to lose control, and drinking did just that. She'd seen him tipsy, but never drunk, especially not like this.
"Jus- just take me home," Hangman mumbled.
"Negative, Ghost Rider," Juliette responded, glancing at him from the rearview mirror. "Our place is closest, and all that alcohol is going to come out one end sooner or later, and if it's from the top end, we want to make sure you don't choke."
Hangman sighed and whispered, "I'm not anyone's responsibility… I don't- don't wanna be a burden."
Juliette nor Rooster reacted to the comment, causing Ghost to believe they hadn't heard him. Otherwise, Juliette absolutely would've said something to dispute his claim, whether Hangman could've comprehended the response or not. Ghost took matters into her own hands and softly responded to him, "You're not a burden."
His green eyes narrowed in on her, perplexed. He opened his mouth to say something, but when Juliette slammed on the brakes and let out an impressive string of swear words at a driver who cut her off, Hangman clammed up. The group arrived at the Bradshaw household a few minutes later. Ghost and Rooster once more threw Hangman's arms around their shoulders and escorted him into the house. Juliette opened the door for them and said, "Let's get him to the guest bathroom. I have a feeling he's going to be sick soon."
"I'm fine," Hangman slurred before letting out a big belch.
Rooster scoffed skeptically as he set the aviator on the floor across from the toilet. "Yeah, and my last name isn't Bradshaw."
Ghost sat next to Jake, who had slumped against the wall. Juliette wiped the toilet lid with a Clorox wipe before she lowered herself to the ground by the cabinets diagonally opposite them. Rooster leaned against the door frame, keeping the curious German Shepherds at bay. Hangman scanned the room and asked, "Why are y'all here?"
"We're worried about you," Ghost replied, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Hangman snorted and slurred his words as he said, "You haven't been worried 'bout me since-" he hiccupped- "since the accident. Bradshaw only worried 'bout me when he competed against me for the position on the mission and when he thought I was makin' a move on his girl. Princess is the only one who worries 'bout me, but she shouldn't. I ain't worth the stress."
"You're my best friend, Jake," Juliette said sincerely. "You're worth the stress."
"It's… it's not good for you, though," he insisted emphatically. 'Specially when you're pregnant and-and have proclamsia."
"Preeclampsia," Rooster corrected.
Hangman rolled his eyes, "That's what I said."
"No, you said- never mind. So, what brought this drinking binge on?"
"W-why would I tell you? So you can give me another callsign? Least this time, it won't be based on me killin' someone…"
Rooster winced at the slight. "I never intended for it to stick."
"Yeah, well, it did. Got to be reminded of Ghoul's death every fuckin' time someone said my-" he hiccupped again- "my callsign until I managed to convince people it was because I'd leave them hangin' in the air rather six feet deep. You're lucky I'm so fuckin' persuasive, Bradshaw," Hangman said, pointing a finger at him. "Otherwise, the memory might've sent me over the edge that day before Coyote stopped me."
"What are you talking about?" Ghost inquired quickly, a dreadful sensation running through her veins at his words.
Hangman weakly shook his head. "Don't matter."
"Jake-"
"No. It's not of import. Besides, not tellin' someone who doesn't care and not tellin' it in front of Princess, who does care and would probably freak out. She's gotta be careful with that preplamsia."
"Preeclampsia," Rooster corrected again.
"Whatever. I don't-" Hangman hiccuped for a third time and covered his mouth, turning a sickly shade of green. He lurched forward to the toilet and hurled the contents of his stomach three times. He groaned and said, "This never leaves the room."
"Doubt anyone would believe us if we said you got smashed." Rooster looked to his fiancée. "Honey, I'm going to take the dogs out. They're getting antsy."
Juliette nodded and slowly pushed herself up with Rooster's assistance. "I'm going to find some Gatorade. He's going to be dehydrated, throwing up so much."
The couple disappeared, leaving Ghost alone with Hangman. He scooted back against the wall next to her, and Ghost, disliking the uncomfortable silence, broke it with a question. "Why'd you give my name but Jules's number?"
Hangman shrugged. "Musta got you two mixed up. Y'all remind me of each other. When I first met her, she reminded me a lot of you with her love of fighter jets and music. Probably why I fell for her. She's the only girl I thought I could love after you."
The news came as a shock to Ghost, who'd only ever believed Hangman had loved her like a best friend, maybe a sister at most. "I didn't- I never knew that."
"Why would you? I never said anything, and you think you meant nothing to me at the end of our friendship. Because, you know, what reason could I have to cause me to ignore you after the crash?"
"What was the reason?"
Hangman fell quiet, staring intently at the toilet. Ghost couldn't tell what he was thinking- if he even was at all- but she allowed him the silence. He evidently didn't like the direction of the conversation with the way he shut down, and Ghost wouldn't push him. They weren't close enough for that anymore, and in no small part because of her. Still, wanting to keep him awake, she asked kindly, "What caused this? You've never gotten this drunk before."
"Got a call from my father today. I figured since I'd already fucked up my best relationship the night before, a good way to punish myself would be to open the door to my most toxic one," Hangman mumbled, wiggling his body so he inched up the wall to sit straighter. "I'm not sure who was more surprised I answered- me or my father. But I sure as hell was shocked when he apologized for being so shitty to me growing up. Explained he thought I'd been the child of an affair my mom had, only to find out she'd been tellin' him the truth the entire time that I was, indeed, his son. His own flesh and blood. And then..." Hangman trailed off, his brow furrowing. He slid down the wall a little.
"And then what?" Ghost prodded.
"He- he started breathin' funny, chokin' on his words. And then he was... gone. All I heard was the flatlinin' of his monitor. I-I stood there in shock because he was number four. I thought I had to be in the hospital for it to happen, but no, apparently talkin' on the phone halfway 'cross the country does the trick too. I mean-" Hangman held up his hand and lifted a finger for each person he rattled off- "You, Mom, Ghoul, Father. All y'all died 'cause of me."
"Jake, Ghoul didn't die because of you. Neither did I, your mom, nor your father. Is that- I know you blamed yourself for the accident, but we didn't- is that why you never visited me?"
Much to her dismay, although not to her surprise, Hangman refused to answer. Even drunk out of his mind, some small part of him actively remembered not to tell his reasoning to her. She'd been close to getting it out of him. They were on the verge of the truth, but Ghost wouldn't poke too much. Not in his state.
"Forty-one," Hangman said, voice barely above a whisper. He remained in the same position, staring straight ahead.
Ghost frowned. "Huh?"
"Forty-one," he repeated. "That was your heart rate when I entered your hospital room."
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