#nothing compared her other outfits from this tour
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If you're taking requests, I love Drayton (favorite Dragon boy) and as a Fairy trainer, I'm super curious what the romantic (and friend) dynamics would be with him. So, I guess I'm asking for Drayton x Fairy reader content? 😅🩷
This gives me opposites attract vibes. The sweet Fairy type dynamic compared to Drayton being Drayton is a vibe I can get behind!
Pixie Wings | Drayton x Reader (Fairy specialist)
Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!
After growing up together traveling the unnova region side by side; when Drayton moved away to blueberry academy, he felt a small part of him was left behind. But fate seemed to have other ideas when a familiar face shows up to brighten his day.
Warnings: Lots of fluff with a little bit of Lacey hate
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for The Indigo Disk Ending
Why is Alcremie so cute? Like look at that lil guy, lil buddy so happy to be here 💗
Today was the day, the day you would travel to the blueberry academy. The school upon the sea! For the longest time, you had spent all of your time inside a stupid office building of a school. So when one of your closest friends and yourself both received letters of enrolment to the school; the stars aligned again! Though that didn’t stop the waves of nerves rushing over you. Seems you weren’t the only one feeling them, either.
Sitting on the plane, the nerves settled deeper and deeper in your gut as the mixture of excitement and dread flooded your every thought. Questions rolling around like the ocean tide below you, covering your mind like a cloud does the sun.
“What's got you so quiet?” A voice piped up from your side, “Nerves getting the better of you?”
With a deep sigh, you scrunch your noise, fingers placed on the bridge of it. “Sorry, sorry, I just keep thinking about everything that's going to happen when we arrive. I've never gone to a place like this. Sylveon was acting up all morning too, she isn’t much of a flying fan.”
“I get that, Mimikyu is the same, I can feel his ball shaking in my pocket.” A laugh escaped the both of you as the small talk wafted the clouds away from your mind. “I know you are going to be fine! You're the best damn fairy type trainer I know, and I know a lot of them! I went to a prep school for two years. You don’t get more fairy type than a blonde teen obsessed with make up.”
“That is very true.” The smile on your lips grew bigger as you leaned back into the plane seat, looking out the window to see your destination below. “I wish I could tell Drayton about this…”
“I know…”
Time went by quickly. Upon arriving at the school, a fellow Fairy type user gave you a tour of the building and the terrarium to boot. Teaching you all about the BB League and the other clubs around the school. A nice bonding session as well with your mutual feelings on fairy type Pokémon. She was nice, her outfit was cute too, though there was something you didn't quite get along with about Lacey. “And that about sums it up! To recap, the terrarium is split into four sections, the savannah biome is where the school entrance is! If you are a battler, the BB league is located inside to the right of the stairs. The elite four bases are spread out throughout the terrarium. Be careful when you go for the dragon trial, he, um, tends to get a little full of himself. Nothing new though. Just be advised to not fuel his ego any more than it already is.”
“Will do, thank you again for this. We look forward to seeing you at the trials!” You pipe up, disregarding the comment she made about her ‘friend’. With a small wave, Lacey spun on her heel and headed off for the coastal biome.
“Well, that was something.” Your friend piped up, trying not to laugh about how awkward that last part was. “Considering she calls everyone in the BB league club her friend, the way she speaks about the Dragon elite four members says otherwise. I mean she didn’t even use his name? How can we go off of toothpaste for a name?”
“I don’t know, but I'm sure we’ll meet him. Who knows, maybe it's a sibling rivalry sort of thing between them. Kinda felt like it to me.” You question, attempting to come up with any reason she may have been particularly pokey about one member and not the rest.
The sound of a poke ball stopped your conversation dead in its tracks. Your Archaludon had decided he was bored with the conversation and wanted attention now. Sylveon may have been your first Pokémon, but Archaludon held a special place in your heart; being the only reminder of Drayton you had. It was his Duraladon after all, a parting gift he gave you. It may not have been a fairy type, but that didn’t stop you from putting a fairy tera on it. Just for argument's sake.
Sitting down on a random rock, you quietly feed Archaludon a poffin, keeping him entertained whilst your friend rummages through her bag, finally zipping it back up once she was happy with whatever she did. “Well, I'm a head inside. Lacey describing the science club got me all giddy. Joltik agrees with me.” A small chirp followed your friend's voice as her tiny joltik popped out from her hood. How you didn’t notice it this whole time is beyond you. With a silent wave, you watch her walk into the distance. You weren’t alone for long though
“Two new students in one day and no one told me!?” A voice chimed up from along the beach. A boy, taller than others you had seen during the tour. His hair was spiked up at the front in one big swoop, kind of like, toothpaste. Just like Lacey had said. Though you could only see the back of him. From his outfit, he definitely fits the bill of dragon trainer.
That's when it hit you. Something about that hair seemed so familiar to you, and it hit you like a tauros. “Do my eyes deceive me!? Drayton? Drayton!! I can’t believe it!”
His neck snapped so fast, it was a surprise he didn’t give himself whiplash. The sound of your voice being music to his ears. Seems his feet began moving on their own; he didn’t even register he was moving till he was already hugging you tighter than a mousehold. “How are you here? What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that!” You respond, wrapping your arms around him tighter, still trying to comprehend the fact he really was there with you. “You moved to the other side of Unova!”
Drayton’s laugh coated your ears, causing your already beaming smile to brighten even more. “Well I didn’t say exactly where, probably should have mentioned the ocean school part huh.”
“Yeah, I've missed you so much, Drayton. Things just haven't been the same without your lively presence.” He had no response to that, only a simple hum as he moved away from you, his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his face.
That's when your entire team all decided to join Archaludon outside. Sylveon comes out first, running around Drayton’s legs, her blue coat fluffing up with every pass she makes. Your Archaludon was already watching the scene, if it had a tail it would be wagging. The sight of his old trainer and his current trainer looking so happy made the bridge happier than a yamper. Vanilla Alcremi came out not long after Sylveon, doing a little happy dance alongside your Hattereen. Silently your white florges admired the situation, being the newest of the team she simply watched, enjoying the reunion that was unfolding.
“Seems you were not the only one who missed me!” Drayton chuckled, running his hand along Archaludon’s side.
“Would seem that way. When Lacey described you earlier, you were not the person I pictured.” You admitted thinking back to what Lacey said.
Drayton smiled and pulled you into his side to allow the Archaludon to nuzzle into him, his arm around your shoulder. “Ah don’t pay Lacey any mind, she isn’t too fond of my fighting style, she thinks my attitude is unprofessional. Her words, not mine.”
“Well I think your fighting style is great, even if I can beat you no problem.” A cocky grin painted on your face, teasing him.
“Oh is that so!? How about we put that to the test, then?” Drayton offered his signature smirk appearing
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟏) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫
finnick odair x fem!reader
summary: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down.
warning: none ?
word count: 971 words
author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language and, even if I can read English text, I have practically never written in this language. So you will be my English practice lesson! Be indulgent, thanks ~
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫
While the festivities of the end of the Victory Tour of the 73rd Hunger Games were at their greatest, (Y/N) stayed quitely next to the buffet to eat some weird, colorful, but surprisingly tasty hors d’oeuvres. Bored to death, she observed the place teeming with people dancing, chatting, eating, and laughing as hard as they could.
Even if it wasn’t the first time she found herself in this kind of situation, she was still stunned.
Everything around her looked so surreal. From the blue and pink neons, which irradiated the room with a cold tone and made everybody's skin seem so pale that they looked as cadaveric as ghosts, to the huge interior fontains with lion heads sculted in the marble, which were spitting some shining water glittering with a thousand lights. Not to be outdone, the gargantuan buffet was drowning under all the victuailles stacked in each corner: explosions of colors, heights, textures, and tastes fighting one against the other for every little space unoccupied. A heavy scent of flowers was also perfuming the room.
But all of this was practically nothing compared to the real show: the Capitol people.
All crowded together on the dance floor to the sound of the violins, they seemed to be aliens with their extravagant wigs and outfits, which were as creative as their neighbors'. A woman walked in front of her eyes while wearing a candy pink wig styled in a complex knot of curls and a dress whose rustlings were going all over the place. (Y/N) squinted and despite the artificial lights, she could still distinguish some tiny whiskers on her cheeks.
Maybe the last trend in the Capitol...
However, this magical moment was broken when the announcements of the president's arrival resonated all over the room. All those people then gathered in front of Snow's mansion and, less than a minute later, the President appeared on the balcony.
While he was standing there in a velvet suit, which she suspected to be insanely expensive, she felt a thrill going down her spine at the moment he stared to speak. She stayed there, frozen, because of the voice of the old man. She was incapable of breathing until a multitude of glasses filled with different kinds of drinks rose to the sky and a toast was made in honor of the new victor.
"Move." said a voice at her right.
(Y/N) erupted from her slump and turned to the speaker, who was nobody else than Johanna Mason. She immediately felt calmer while the newcomer crossed in front of her to the garden with a firm walk.
Relieved by this meeting, she followed her.
It was until they came across a strange-prunded bush. They stopped and looked attentively at each other.
"Did your stylist think it was a costume party?" Started the District 7 Victor, pointing at the other girl's outfit. Her stripted corset and the combination of the skirt and sleeves in a butterfly shape actually made her look like this animal.
(Y/N) cheerfully answered.
"Did you even see your face? It looks like a kid confused it with a coloring book."
Both of them chuckled, and, even if they were surrounded by hundreds of Capitol guests, an intimate bubble seemed to appear around them.
"Sorry about your tributs." Initiate the (H/C) one because it was the first time she saw the dark-haired girl since they went back to their respective districts, 7 and 11.
"Same for yours." she responds more quietly. "How was it this time?"
After a deep sigh, (Y/N) makes whirling the alcohol she was holding since the previous taost.
"The boy got killed at the Cornucopia bloodbath by the District 1 dumbass with the axe, and the girl was found by some spider mutts on the third day."
"At least this axe stayed a long time in the game this year." sneered Johanna before frowning under her friend's black look. "None of mine escaped the first hours. She was such a lucky girl!"
They took a shot of alcohol from one of the avox nearby and continued their conversation on easier subjects, such as the news in their districts. Not without playfully taking digs at each other from time to time.
Sadly, their peaceful bubble exploded when a grizzled man interrupted them with a friendly smile, his hand tending toward the District 11 girl.
"I saw you from the other part of the garden, and I was directly amazed by your beauty. May I have this dance?" Did he ask politely.
(Y/N) was going to refuse because she wanted to enjoy her reunion with her friend for a longer time, but her words got stifled in her throat when she noticed the white rose on the man's lapel. And, even if the presence of the flower could look innocent, the girl got the feeling of being taunted.
She forced a smile on her face.
"Such a sweet-talker!" She laughed despite the discomfort tightening her heart. "It will be with pleasure."
She carefully avoided eyeing her friend while she delicately placed her hand in the man’s and let herself be drawn on the dance floor. Then he put his hand on her waist and she posed hers on his shoulder before they began whirling among the crowd.
A weight grew little by little in her stomach but she continued to entertain the unknown man by smoothly talking and laughing. However, she persistently kept her eyes on the shoulder of her dance partner. She kind of slipped into autopilot, her body took the relay, and left the man to guide their dancing.
This weight finally stopped growing later this night when she left that man's bedroom with an impressive brand new set of diamonds around her face. Bearing this weight inside of her, she got away in the dark corridor.
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i'm hoping that they're gonna film a few of the l.a. shows just so we can document all of her outfits (or as many as possible) bc there's too many amazing ones to just have one for each era/set!!!
and maybe, they either already recorded or she'll play again the songs that have been switched out of the setlist just for filming?
i think they will be filming more (and already have been as well, but last night will just be the overwhelming bulk of the footage + on stage angles) but in my mind i think they’d be aiming for outfit consistency rather than a wide variety. otherwise that makes it confusing and less cohesive from an actual movie / documentation standpoint. also looking at her past tour movies she’s never put in effort to document the different outfit variations, it was just whatever she wore the night of being filmed (with a few exceptions like the clips with special guests in 1989 world tour live)
the cut songs are interesting to think about. on the one hand i AM positive that she has hq footage of every performance and for the 1989 movie she included ayhtdws despite having taken it off the setlist. that being said, eras is interesting because it is SOOOO long already. to include every added song/variation (long live, ttds, nbnc, nothing new, etc?) would add a lot of time to the movie that i’m guessing they’d want to avoid since it’ll easily be around 3.5 hours already.
the other thing is ttds/nbnc being the opening song for evermore. i think it’s easy to slot in a song in the middle of a set but it would be weird if they showed her emerging from the ground for the evermore set twice (although i’m sure editing could solve this problem fairly easily)
honestly what i think all these things will come down to is whether she does a true tour movie along the lines of reputation stadium tour or if it’s more documentary style in which case i could see her taking more time to show the different outfits and songs included (although again for the sake of time that would mean she could only show smaller portions of the show)
my hope is that we get BOTH styles although i’m sure that unrealistic. i’ve seen a lot of speculation about more of an “episodes” sort of thing split into parts based on each era (primarily because of the sections hulu had dedicated to the eras tour before it even started)
i think the way we’ve gotten way less behind the scenes footage and info from taylor herself (and anyone else too) compared to rep could mean that they are saving it to show in a more official capacity (even if that ends up just being like a youtube video) but it’s hard to say because it also could just be a product of taylor’s distancing herself from having such an active online presence
#SORRY TOTALLY JUST DUMPED ALLLLL MY THOUGHTS#but i’m so curious to see how she does it this time around!#asks
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catch my drift (gene/vanity, very brief mentions of paul/gene) (nc-17)
Nikki hadn’t even cut a record yet when KISS was at its peak. Neither had Prince. She takes an idle lick of her cone, thinking about how Nikki had brushed Gene off last night. So fucking washed up, he’d said. But sitting here in the ice cream parlor, self-assured and comfortable, keen interest in his dark eyes, he doesn’t look washed up at all. During the filming of Never Too Young to Die, Gene and Vanity make a connection.
“catch my drift”
by Ruriruri
“That’s your outfit, huh?”
“That’s my outfit.”
Sitting down at the table in her trailer, looking through the movie promo pictures, Nikki seems like he’s seconds from salivating. Which is kind of cute, given how long he’s been on the groupie hunt. Rockstars start getting so burned out, wanting weirder and weirder kinks out of girls and even girlfriends. It’s charming that a shot of her in a cleavage-baring top can still eke something boyish out of him.
Admittedly, it’s pretty cute. White and kind of pirate-style, long, flowy sleeves, and a neckline that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Totally impractical for the scene--she’s supposed to be riding a horse, then killing some of Ragnar’s goons--but that’s all right. The whole movie’s all about the eye candy, like any James Bond parody ought to be. If Never Too Young to Die does as well as The Last Dragon, well, she’ll be happy.
Nikki’d come over after the shoot was done for the day, like a good boyfriend. He’d been chasing her around off and on a couple years before they’d ever gotten together. She hadn’t minded, exactly; she just hadn’t been available. It had been sweet—compared to Prince and even Adam, he was so tall and lanky, like an overgrown, skinny puppy. Eventually, he’d managed to catch her between boyfriends and then they’d kind of fallen into it. They fooled around on each other, but they had a lot in common. They did the same drugs. They fought over the same stupid shit over and over again. They occasionally liked talking about getting married and having kids. They both ended up high off their asses onstage and passed out in trashed hotel rooms.
It was just one of those things. It’s still just one of those things. He might propose to her eventually. She might take him up on it.
“You should see what I’m wearing during the club scene with Gene.” They haven’t finished filming that one yet. She rummages through the pictures, finally finding it. It’s a blue gown with a thick trim of silver sequins down the v-neck front. The v-neck comes an inch shy of being all the way down to her navel. Needless to say, she’s not wearing a bra that entire scene.
Nikki’s properly impressed.
“Jesus. He must’ve hit on you as soon as you walked out of the dressing room.”
“Nah. But he looked like he wanted to.”
Nikki snorts.
“He’s so fucking washed up. Him and his princess knocked us off their tour a couple years back.”
Vanity doesn’t know who the princess is. Possibly the blonde that’s stopped by every so often. Sharon or—no, Shannon. She’s been in Playboy. But Shannon doesn’t quite strike her as the type to get involved in her man’s band.
“Why?”
“’Cause we were getting more out of the crowd. You think anybody but them wants to hear all that seventies shit?” Nikki shakes his head.
“That’s sad, Nikki. You should’ve felt sorry for them.”
“Nothing to feel sorry for. They had their time.” Nikki stretches and heads for the fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of beer.
“Had their time? What if someone says that about you in a couple years?”
Nikki just shrugs.
He stays a few hours. Just long enough for them both to get high and get off a few times; then, probably on half-remembered orders from Doc, he gets someone to drive him back. Vanity listens to the sound of the limo backing out as she tugs on her bathrobe, musing.
Not much afterglow these days, even with coke and booze. It’s not even like they fought any tonight, either; there’s just not a lot of satisfaction once it’s over, somehow. Going, going, gone. She feels a bit emptied out as the taillights fade off into the distance. A bit—a bit low. There’s no glitz left once the orgasm’s over, once the euphoria fades out. Just a weird, wasted feeling. Ten years ago, she wouldn’t have thought it was possible.
She’s about to go back to bed when she hears someone pull up. At first she thinks it’s Nikki again, in a sappy or horny mood, but when she walks over to the window, she realizes it’s not a limo. It’s just a car.
Vanity’s not coked-up enough to be stupid. She hurries to the trailer door, making sure it’s locked, then pushes a chair in front of it. But it turns out she doesn’t need to. The car engine shuts off; there’s a beep, and then, finally, someone steps out. She can’t tell who it is, with not much more but the lights inside to really go off of, but from the shape and size, it’s a man. He’s not heading for her trailer. He’s heading for Gene’s.
--
It’s none of her business, sure. Hollywood, the music industry, all of it, is crammed with gays and bisexuals and wannabes. It’s to the point she thought Prince was gay and just wanting a beard when he first came on to her—which, well, shows how much she knew. But it really is hard to tell. For every one guy that’s out in his own private circle, there are probably five or six that hire on their boyfriends as secretaries or get in touch with a male escort service every tour, thinking they’re being stealthy.
Gene doesn’t strike her as remotely gay, anyway. There’s that rep of his, of course, but his interactions seal the deal. He’s sent a good amount of come-ons her way during shootings and breaks for lunch and dinner. He’s even had the gall to hit on her while his girlfriend’s in tow, something Vanity would never have put up with out of Nikki. Gene’s always got that total ease, like he’s absolutely fine with being blown off. It’s something she appreciates, a guy who doesn’t expect anything and doesn’t take it personally, in a town where everyone takes it personally.
And she’s seen the way he looks at her, that approving want she’s gotten out of guys ever since she was a teenager. It’s so customary. She’d ignored it from him up until now. Gene’s smart, and a good conversationalist, but he hadn’t interested her before. He’s not exactly a traditionally attractive guy, and he’s got right at nine or ten years on her, but those things aren’t the real issue. As much as she hates to admit it, Nikki wasn’t wrong about him. KISS is getting too old for the game, and Gene’s using the movies to try to bow out entirely. And after dating Prince, all her own pickings are a downhill slope, anyway.
But now, Gene’s intriguing. There are only two reasons for any guy to be sneaking up to his trailer that late at night. One’s for drugs, and Gene’s so clean they don’t even offer him the wine list at restaurants. The other’s for a lay.
“Let’s go out, Gene.”
She says it casually, five minutes or so after they’ve wrapped for the evening. His eyes absolutely light up. He’s still in most of the Velvet garb, minus the gigantic headpiece and pink boas. A sparkle-encrusted, flesh-colored bodystocking, with studded leather cupping his breasts and outlining his whole body. Weird armor-like protrusions at the shoulders. And the crotch--shit, it’s all pure fetishwear. Then again, Gene’s definitely used to that.
“Where?”
He’s still got on most of the makeup from the shoot, too. Layers of pink and purple eyeshadow, sharp cheek contour, and matching lipstick. It gives an interesting cast to his broad, heavy features, manages to create some androgyny in a face that’s so decidedly masculine. The colors aren’t bad on his swarthy, tanned skin, either.
“Oh, I don’t know. You’ve lived here a couple years, yeah? I bet you know some great places.” Vanity smiles. “Don’t worry. Promise I’m a cheap date.”
“I don’t think a girl that goes by Vanity could ever be a cheap date.” He’s grinning right back. “How’s your Italian?”
“Worse than my Japanese.”
“Perfect.”
An hour later, he’s stripped off the makeup and costume,down to a pair of black leather pants and a casual-enough button-down, a good enough match for her cream-colored, ruffled blouse and jeans. He surprises her when he has his driver pull into an ice-cream parlor rather than a restaurant.
“This place serves some of the best gelato you can get on the West Coast,” he says, ushering her inside. “Sorbets aren’t too bad, either.”
“Don’t tell me you’re watching your figure, Gene.”
“That corset’s a pain in the ass,” he says lightly. “Pick what you’d like.”
She gets a scoop of pistachio in a cone. Gene gets a bowl with three scoops-- one vanilla, one chocolate, one hazelnut-- and starts in with an eagerness that’s a little cute. She’s sort of had it with the prissy types that act like they’ve always had money. It’s better to watch a man eat like he’s starved than watch him snivel and pick at his food like all the luckless models she used to know.
“How is it?” he asks, in between spoonfuls.
“It’s good. Really creamy.”
“Good.”
“You want a taste?”
“Wouldn’t turn it down,” he says, and she tilts the cone his way. That too-long tongue of his slips lizardlike against the gelato, swiping a bit, and then he snaps off a chunk of the cone between his teeth. It’s honestly a little fascinating. Maybe he’s not laying claim yet so much as seeing where she’s at, figuring out how to proceed. Or, maybe, three scoops of gelato just aren’t enough for him. He smiles. “Not quite Italy, but close.”
“I’ve never been to Italy.”
“Really?”
“Nah. I modeled in Japan for awhile, starting out. I was too short to do it in New York.” She grins back. “They’ve got pretty good ice cream there, I was surprised. They had this kind with green tea.”
“Matcha.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” She keeps going. “And weird flavors like wasabi… you’ve been over there, right?”
“We played the Budokan.”
“Right, yeah. You’ve been everywhere.” Mr. Rockstar. One of many. He’s just been at it longer than her guys. All her guys. Nikki hadn’t even cut a record yet when KISS was at its peak. Neither had Prince. She takes an idle lick of her cone, thinking about how Nikki had brushed Gene off last night. So fucking washed up, he’d said. But sitting here in the ice cream parlor, self-assured and comfortable, keen interest in his dark eyes, he doesn’t look washed up at all. “I’m just a simple Canadian girl over here. Got any favorite places?”
“Oh, the hell you are.” He laughs, and she can’t help but chuckle herself. “It’s a very cute shtick, but you’re no ingenue.”
“What was your first clue?”
“Your albums.”
“Yeah? Didn’t think they were your kind of music.”
“I keep tabs. I’ve got a few bands I produce myself.”
Oh. She didn’t know that. So he’s not just doing the singer-actor bit, like everybody from Frank Sinatra to Mick Jagger tried. He really is diversifying his portfolio, or whatever the expression is. Diversifying his portfolio, or trying to get the hell out of KISS.
“You never answered my question.” He’s already more than halfway done with his three scoops of gelato. How he’s managed to polish it off between staring at her, she’s not quite sure. On impulse, she offers her cone to him again, just to get a better look at that tongue. He laps the gelato in long, thick strokes, leaving her with maybe an inch of it remaining above the cone. “Do you have any favorite places?”
“They all start to look the same when you mostly see them from the tour bus.”
“Favorite girls?”
“That’d be telling, sweetheart.”
He’s not giving her a good opening. That’s okay. She’ll make one herself. She takes another lick of what little remains of her gelato, then nibbles around the cone. She’s not trying to be particularly sensual about it, but Gene’s gaze is locked on her anyway as she speaks.
“I saw someone come to your trailer last night. Who was it?”
He doesn’t hesitate. His gaze doesn’t drop from her face. In fact, he smiles.
“Paul Stanley.”
“Are you together?” It’s hard to picture. Or maybe not so hard at all. Paul’s pretty effeminate. It’d make a certain amount of sense, aesthetically and otherwise. Keeping it within the band would stymie any concerns about either one of them popping off to the press.
“No.” A pause. “There’s no commitment.”
“Just an itch, then?”
“An understanding.” Gene takes a large scoop of his own gelato, swallows. “Does it bother you?”
He sounds like he doesn’t give a shit whether it bothers her or not. She can respect that.
“No. It’s just interesting. I figured you were both only into women. Well, maybe not Paul, but…”
“Paul likes women almost as much as I do. He just can’t hold onto them.”
“Sounds like a lot of guys I know.”
“Would you like to meet him?” he says, ever so nonchalant. Something about his tone makes even that question sound like a come-on.
“I’ve met him already.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. My kid sister had his poster on her wall all through junior high.”
Gene just grins.
“Not mine?”
“Nah, you weren’t quite her taste. There’s a…” and she’s trailing for the right word all of a sudden, “a psychology to it, you know?”
“A psychology to taste? I’d never have imagined.” Thankfully, he doesn’t punctuate the sarcasm with a flick of his tongue. Vanity nudges his arm with her knuckles.
“A psychology to teenage girls’ taste. See, they’ve really got it in for the safe boy.”
“Paul’s only safe compared to a nuclear bomb.”
“Oh, yeah?” She quirks the side of her mouth up. “You know what I mean, right? They’ve gotta have them all packaged and shrink-wrapped. Sweet, sensitive, harmless. Takes awhile before they start growing up. Figure out Prince Charming isn’t composing poetry.”
“You’d know, Vanity.”
“I would.”
“But maybe he’s composing something a little more fun. A nasty limerick here, a dirty joke there--”
“A way into your pants there--”
“If it works, sure.” His dark eyes are glinting. He’s not handsome even when he’s amused, but there’s something there, something ineffable that goes a little past simple charm and charisma. He’s claimed it before, but she’s never seen it in action until now, the full force of intrigue aimed directly at her.
It’s not enough to knock her down, definitely not overwhelming. But it’s more than she’s expected.
“Don’t get too cocky,” she says, but she pokes the rest of the cone into his mouth.
--
They talk awhile longer. Not about the superficial crap. Not about the business. Not about Paul. She tells him about the T.V. shows she used to watch as a kid. Saturday Night at the Movies. The Wonderful World of Disney-- he remembers it as Walt Disney Presents and The Wonderful World of Color, but hell, it’s the same thing, really.
He gets a little bit endearing when he starts talking about the first shows he ever saw. Gunsmoke and Howdy Doody. He loves movies. He’ll watch just about anything, though he likes cartoons and horror.
“Aw, you’re just playing up to your image--”
“No, I’m not. I watched Dark Shadows every day after classes.”
“Everybody watched Dark Shadows. You’ve got to give me something better than that.”
“Carolyn Jones may well be my only true love.”
“Now, now, don’t get dirty with Morticia. I’m not letting you off that easy.”
“I’d never want you to.” Gene kind of grins. “What proof do you want? Give me a year and I’ll name you at least one horror movie.”
“Is that how you get all the girls, Gene? A hot game of Trivial Pursuit?”
“Only a certain variety of girls.”
“Trekkies?”
“They find me endearing. C’mon, give me a year.”
She purses her lips, pretending to give it a serious amount of thought. It’s so nerdy of him. He’ll probably be showing her his comic book collection next. And yet he’s so incredibly cocksure and confident about it that she could almost, almost–
Almost what? Buy it? No, she can’t buy it. Gene’s more fascinating than she’d ever counted on, but she can’t buy it. Intrigued, aroused, but anything past that, hell. She was never a groupie; the guys all came to her. She doesn’t have it in her to fall hard for anyone, least of all a middle-aged, bisexual rockstar with a potbelly.
Gene’s brown eyes are on hers, waiting. Oh. She still needs to give him a year.
“’31.”
“Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, with Fredric March. And Dracula, of course.”
‘I vant to suck your blood’... please, Gene.”
“If you’re offering.” Gene’s hand finds its way to her wrist, lifting it as he bends his head down. Her fingers twitch when he opens his mouth, showing slightly-yellow teeth and a handful of fillings–and then his jaw snaps shut on nothing at all.
“No follow through?”
An exaggeratedly chivalrous kiss on her wrist. One that really shouldn’t make her feel warm.
“Lon Chaney was always more my scene. Charles Laughton, too.”
“Wasn’t he… he was the fat guy in Spartacus, right?”
“Good girl. And Quasimodo in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Chaney played him, too, but I like Laughton’s performance more. The part where he watches Esmerelda get carried away by Captain Phoebus…”
“You pitied him.”
“I was him.” He’s still touching her, his hand warm and heavy around her wrist. “Quasimodo’s every fat teenage boy that ever lived.”
“And now? Are you still him?”
“I’ve got a real nice bell tower these days.”
“I bet you want me to see it. This is how it starts, right? Gelato and a limo ride, and then you take me to your trailer and I end up with rugburn.”
“And you claimed you were a simple Canadian girl.”
“You were right not to believe me.” She tugs her hand away, tapping his wrist lightly. “So let’s see. Go on, take me to your trailer.”
His grin could have lit up half of Hollywood as they head out of the ice cream shop, arm in arm, like kids playing house.
–
The inside of his on-location trailer is messy. Promos and flyers and magazines (some filthy, others are just standards like Variety and Time). Candy wrappers and Coke bottles in wastebaskets and on the floor. The bedroom’s occupied mostly by the bed and partially by a T.V. But Gene gestures around like it’s a castle.
“My bell tower.”
“I thought you were gonna have to unzip for that,” she says, and he laughs hard. She takes off her boots and perches on the bed. There’s the vague whiff of a man’s cologne, one she’d never noticed on Gene, but there’s no other obvious signs that anyone else, man or woman, has been in here.
It’s just that she wonders, is all. She wonders, and he’s fun. Still worth a little fooling around with. She stretches a bit and starts to unbutton her blouse.
“You’ve had them all, haven’t you?”
It’s not meant as a come-on. Well, not completely. Gene’s found his way behind her on the bed, his hand pushing her hair back just so he can mouth at her neck. His lips are warm, just as warm as they’d been on her wrist.
“You’ve never had them all.”
“You’ve– I mean there’s nothing new for you. You’ve seen everything. You’ve done everything.” Two more buttons and she’s free of her blouse. One elastic snap and he’s freed her from her bra, too. Her pulse speeds suddenly as she turns to kiss him. “You get it, don’t you? Don’t you? What’s left, Gene?”
“You’ve never done everything. No matter what, you can’t afford to ever think like that.” His face clouds just a little, but not enough to overwhelm the want in his expression. “If you do, it’ll kill you.”
Already she’s amazed he can even summon that much brainpower. His dick’s hard and straining through those leather pants already. But he keeps on going, heedless, for now, of his own need, eyes so intent on hers she feels like both their visions have telescoped into only each other.
“You have to keep believing there’s something out of reach. Something else you can try for.”
“Another thrill.”
“Not your thrills.” Gene’s fingers slip to the button and zipper of her jeans. The thin, lacey panties aren’t much of a barrier against the intent rhythm of his hand. “Mine.”
She tries to respond, but she’s already bucking, and a little wet, as his fingers press just-so against her folds. Another kiss and somehow now she’s found herself hoisted onto his lap, wriggling helplessly as his fingers slide beneath her underwear. She’s trying not to cry out too much, trying to play it collected and cool and easy, but a few small moans escape her anyway.
His fingers are broad, practiced. He eases an orgasm out of her like a guitar solo, right there on his lap, leaving her grunting and open, rubbing against his hand to try and tease another crescendo, suddenly greedy. He unzips after that, finally, shoving his pants and briefs down in one motion, leaving them around his thighs. Sloppy. The product, probably, of over ten years on the road. She doesn’t give a damn at all once he starts to thrust.
Overcome, that’s it. She’s overcome. She doesn’t know how that could possibly be. His mouth on hers, his body against hers, pressing her into the mattress. Nothing new about any of the motions, the thrusts that go from rhythmic to erratic as they both get closer and closer, the heaviness of their breaths, the slickness of their bodies. The only thing new is him.
–
They lay together awhile after. Vanity stares up at the low ceiling of the trailer bedroom. Gene’s got an arm self-assuredly around her bare shoulders. He doesn’t move when she sits up.
“I should get back.”
“Later. Shower with me.” Gene looks like he has no intention of getting out of bed anytime in the near future.
“Bathroom’s too small,” she says, grinning. “I guess that’s the point.”
His hand’s tracing absentmindedly down to her bare breast. She pushes it away, sitting up and swinging her legs off the side of the bed.
“I really gotta go, Gene.” Nikki’s too laughable an excuse to bother with, and the truth’s too complex to bother putting to words. She likes to think he understands.
“All right. You know where to find me.”
She steps back into her clothes, eying him carefully, just off to her side. Not too much lasciviousness right now, just a little, and something else she thinks she recognizes.
“Vanity–”
“Denise,” she slips out suddenly. “It’s Denise.”
“Denise.” The corner of his mouth lifts up. “Denise, you’re a beautiful girl. But Hollywood, music, it’s rotten. It’s a cesspool. You’ll never find what you’re looking for here.”
“I know.”
“Find what you really want and hold onto it.” Urgent, strangely urgent. Doting. He’s sitting up, tugging up and zipping his pants as he speaks. “The paint always flakes off. The highs go to shit. I’ve seen it a million times. Don’t destroy yourself over something cheap.”
Sex and a sermon. But he’s so focused, so sincere that she nods, in acknowledgment, if not agreement.
“I’ll see you on the set, Quasimodo.”
“Goodbye, Esmeralda.”
He walks her out, takes her all the way to her own trailer, like the gentlemen he isn’t. Kisses her before she steps inside, and a part of her wants to let him in, even then. But she goes in alone, strips and showers, the water droplets insistent against her skin.
Twenty-seven to his thirty-seven. Up and coming to his washed-up. And yet it’s Gene with the vibrance and the zest for life. And yet, somehow, it’s Gene that understands.
(there’s something out of reach)
(something you can try for)
Just once, she’d like to believe that. Just once.
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It was a rare afternoon of sunshine on a November afternoon in New York. Nothing to write home about, necessarily, but still a nice change from all the doom and gloom of rainstorms and threats of snow. With the constant routine of hopping from venue to venue, only ever seeing the inside of tour buses, hotel rooms and arenas, it wasn’t often that Poppy got to see daylight anymore. Lately the only time she got to see the blue sky above was whenever they had to stop off at a service station to top up on coffee and painkillers. So, when she’d woken up that morning to see that the forecast offered up a respectable 16 degrees, a cloudless sky, and no sign of rain, she decided she had to make the most of it.
They were situated in New York for the next few days with back-to-back photoshoots, interviews, and guest appearances lined up, so Poppy had full access to all her favourite outfits (however uninspired Diego found some of them) and wasn’t overly concerned about what the average New Yorker thought about her daily fits. Sure, the occasional paparazzi might be lurking – like that Bradley guy that Diego hated so much – but she didn’t think there was a whole lot pretty or interesting about her to take their interest. Sure, she was a significant part of the band, but past her affiliation with the others, Poppy knew there wasn’t much appeal to her and that a photo of her likely wouldn’t go for much.
Sporting her favourite yellow cropped sweater, and a pair of shorts that had Isabelle from Animal Crossing embroidered onto one pocket, and Celeste onto the other, she’d found a nice spot in the park to settle herself down on the grass with a book. Enjoying the feel of the sun on her face, however light the temperatures, she’d become engrossed in the story unfolding before her eyes. A nice man in a cute little store named A Novel Idea had recommended her the Percy Jackson series, insisting that she just had to read them before the upcoming TV series, and he’d been so right! She was loving it so far and had already firmly decided that her favourite character was Annabeth, internally noting that she must order herself a cute “Camp Halfblood” t-shirt to take out on tour with her.
Just as things were getting juicy – LUKE was the one to steal the lightning bolt?! Poppy was devastated – a shadow fell over Poppy, the pages of her book turning a dark shade as something blotted the words into darkness.
“Aw, jeepers, who the heck planted a tree in my reading spot?” she groaned quietly to herself, curious as to what could’ve caused her sunny day out to take such a sudden turn in the wrong direction.
Setting her book down, Poppy pressed her palms down into the grass and pushed herself up into a seated position, lifting her gaze to see what had disrupted her reading time. Her heart dropped as she realised that standing just a couple feet away from her was a very tall man – not a tree at all. Embarrassment inflamed her cheeks as she wondered if the man had heard her liken him to a tree, guilt washing over her for making such a tactless, ignorant remark. She wondered, quietly, if the man’s height might have saved her from her own blunder – surely his ears were much too far away from the ground for him to have heard her at all?
Just when she thought that perhaps she’d gotten away scot free, the man turned to face her, his eyebrow arched in what she could only assume was fury.
“I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry I compared you to a tree,” Poppy startled, jumping to her feet so abruptly, her hands flying out in front of her in a half protective, half apologetic stance. “You’re obviously not a tree, but actually a really handsome, lovely man who I’m sure is very lovely and polite and not deserving of my stupid, insensitive comment.”
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Dear Marte, I kinda need to defend Louis when it comes to his live shows. I don´t know how often do you attend concerts but as a person who always loved way too many bands and going to their shows is basically my hobby and how I spice up my life, I don´t expect that Louis will try to make his every show a stand-up comedy just like H does because that´s what normal musicians/bands do - they go to stage, play 3 songs, say some words to warmup the crowd and then they play more songs.
This year I saw Lizzo (I´m a huge fan of hers no matter if she´s linked to H or the drama what´s happening to her now) and she also had this "comedy" sequence and I just found it really unnecessary and kinda felt like she´s doing it because she saw it at H´s shows. And same with Niall, who I saw last month at festival, fans brought signs and he read some and I was like "why is everyone copying H and do this at their shows too?". Having said that I went to too many shows mostly by indie/alternative rock bands so far and I never had this comedy experience because nobody do it because nobody need to do it. At so yes, when we compare those shows to H´s, yes they are boring and same every other show and the difference is mostly how lound and engaged is the crowd and the mood of the singer/frontman of the band.
I would also like to add that it´s the only 2nd solo tour for him and IMO it´s too soon for him to be really really comfortable with his stage presentance. Musicians always evolve when they get more and more experience every tour and become comfortable and sure with their performance. So I would give Louis more time to evolve.
I´m gonna see him twice next month and I´m excited because I´m just coming to see him and hear his songs live. And I really don´t expect anything else that good sound, his voice and the crowd being nice. Any maybe some nice outfit but don´t know when yesterday was like the peak with his cutie pink rabbit hahaha
Hi, anon!
Sorry, i wasn't trying to take anything away from you all who enjoy his shows. That wasn't my intention. I love that you enjoy them! Get excited! That's the goal. I think i would be too if i went to one. I'm not sure if i'd feel the same excitement if i went to several. But as someone who follows them from home, the shine has worn off a bit.
I've been to my fair share of concerts. My take away is that if the music is good enough, and their general stage presence and emotional delivery is there, you don’t need the artist to do other forms of entertainment. The music is enough. But i have to say i do love a bit of banter beween band mates, heckling from the audience and funny fan interactions. I love an anecdote or artists who introduce their songs by talking about how they were written or what inspired them to write it. But don't repeat it word after word every single show. That's boring. Make every show special. Spice it up. I can do without the gender reveals, guitar smashing, stage drinking or kissing fans.
I think the best thing about Louis' shows are the fan projects or initiatives. Rainbow projects, rainbow flags and the spontaneous conga lines in the pit. So much of it got nothing to do with Louis, but all to do with the common effort the louies make to create a safe and happy atmosphere. I'm pretty sure he could stand on stage wearing a garbage bag singing bah bah black sheep(s), and fandom would make the show and fan experience worth the while for us fans either way. It sometimes feels more like a big louie party, where louis is the dj.
I agree that we need to let him have time to grow, but considering he was also touring with 1d, he's a touring veteran. He's gotten bolder and more confident, but it's slow going and i guess i'm impatient for him to give us something more.
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Hello love, I was wondering if you take request for exo sehun ? If you do take for him may I request something we’re reader is insecure and compares her self to other woman and some of his idol crush’s. Thank you much for your time ❤️
I do!!! Ooooooh this is exciting! I've never written for him before... I hope I did a good job! It's a lot of insecurities... Anyway! I hope you like it!
Not like the others
Pairing: Oh Sehun (EXO) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: body insecurities (without mentioning anything specific), comparing yourself to other women, feeling not good enough, crying, kisses... that should be it; Wordcount: 1.180
Summary: Your day just didn’t go the way you had hoped for, taking a turn downhill. So when you see another picture of his idol crushes, you can’t help yourself but compare yourself with them, seeing all the flaws in yourself.
You shouldn’t have gotten up this morning - or at least gone straight back to bed. You weren’t superstitious but when you cup chipped after you poured some hot water in it, you knew your day was doomed.
Yet you decided to ignore the sign and move on with your day. You basically decided to drag out your nightmare. At first it had only been minor inconveniences but soon enough they added up and left you rather irritated.
You tried to push your negative thoughts away, wanting to focus on something positive instead. After all, Sehun finally returned after a long tour and you couldn’t wait to see him again. Sure, you saw each other a lot while face timing but that wasn’t the same.
So to celebrate his return you wanted to look extra fine. And what better option did you have than buying a whole new outfit from top to bottom.
You regretted that decision the minute you tried changing into the first outfit. Your usual size didn’t fit you anymore, leaving you staring in disbelief at the mirror in front of you. When you had to ask for another size, you felt like a clown in the middle of a circus tent, people pointing at it and laughing uncontrollably. You dug down your head in shame as soon as you received the new clothes.
Once you had changed into them you stared back into the mirror. Even though they fit, you didn’t think they looked good on you anymore. It was as if the different sizes messed with your mind.
You decided to leave it be, wanting to dress up in the nicest clothes you already owned. With your head hanging low, you left the store again.
You walked down the street and stopped at a lingerie store, seeing the big posters of models in the finest underwear. As your gaze scanned over them, you recognised one face.
She looked absolutely gorgeous and stunning, with perfect skin, flawless hair, wonderful curves and those incredible apple cheeks. She had everything, while you on the other hand had nothing.
You looked at your reflection in the glass, seeing dull hair, imperfect skin, slouched posture and overall a nearly horrible appearance. At least compared to her.
Your gaze wandered back up to her poster and her shining - no - glowing face. No wonder Sehun had a crush on her. You would too, if you weren’t deep down in self loathing since you had the tendency to compare yourself with her.
And not just her. You felt insecure next to any human being on a daily basis. Sometimes you even felt insecure next to Sehun. How could you not? He was perfect in every way possible! Yet you had at least a dozen flaws - probably even more if you seriously thought about it.
You shouldn’t think about it. Otherwise you’d hole yourself up in your bedroom and never come out again. Which didn’t sound too bad at the moment, but there was no time for self loathing right now. You had to prepare yourself for Sehun’s return. You wanted to surprise him with a homemade meal, knowing he missed it whenever he went abroad.
Thankfully cooking required your attention most of the time, helping you to ignore your own insecurities until you saw an old episode of an idol show with Sehun as its guest. You stopped cooking and turned to look at the tv screen completely, smiling softly whenever Sehun was in the focus of the camera.
Your smile dimmed down when you saw him next to a female idol. You weren’t jealous - not in the least, but your insecurities punched you full force whenever you saw him with another idol, thinking - no - knowing he would be better off with them instead.
They knew about the stress of being an idol, they were able to be elegant and beautiful even with masses of people around them, they easily outmanoeuvred questions they didn’t want to answer and most importantly they looked gorgeous - with or without makeup. You on the other hand felt currently like a slice of bread. Just as dumb and plain and nothing worth looking at.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard the door of your apartment opening, nor did you hear Sehun tiptoeing over to you. So when he wrapped his arms around your middle and spun you around gleefully, you squeaked in surprise.
He placed you back on the ground and turned you towards him, pecking your cheek before he leaned back and looked at you. A worried frown made itself shown on his face while he softly started to rub over your upper arms with his thumbs. “What’s wrong?”
You looked up at him without saying a word, too many thoughts swirling through your mind, and before you knew it you started crying.
Sehun immediately pulled you against his chest, hugging you tightly. One hand rubbed over your back while his other held the back of your head. He hummed softly and gently swayed from side to side.
“I missed you”, you sobbed against his chest, hiding your face away from him.
“I missed you too”, Sehun said softly, kissing the top of your head. “But that’s not the only thing upsetting you, is it?”
You shook your head no, feeling even dumber than before. “It’s just”, you sighed deeply, wiping over your face with your hand, “it’s stupid.”
“If it concerns you, it isn’t stupid.”
“It is though. I’m just not good enough. You could have anyone but me. I mean, look at me. Why would..”
“I’m stopping you right there”, Sehun interrupted you, his hold getting even tighter than before. “You are wonderful the way you are. You’re caring, considerate, funny, intelligent, gorgeous, loving. Shall I go on?”
You huffed shortly, your lips upon hearing his words widening into a smile.
“I love everything about you. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a damn thing, love. So please look at me.”
You raised your head, eyes still glassy from your tears - more threatening to spill at any moment. Your lips quivered unsure whether they should smile or pout. “But I don’t look like any of…”
“And you don’t have to. You look stunning the way you are. Every time I look into your eyes, I feel like cupid shot another arrow into my heart. Every time I see you dance to my songs, my heart soars through the sky. Every time you wear something of mine, I feel like I accomplished everything I could. You are my world and I love you with everything I got.” Sehun placed several kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders until you giggled and cupped his cheeks, pulling him to your lips.
Whenever you were with him, you had nothing to worry about. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Maybe you should stop comparing your looks with others. After all, you weren’t like them and that’s why Sehun fell in love with you to begin with.
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Here's What Visiting A Sex Club Is Really Like
If sex clubs had frequent flier miles, I would have a free flight by now.
Ashley Cobb
Aug. 18, 2022 04:00PM EST
If sex clubs had frequent flier miles, I would have earned a free visit by now. To say I’ve gone to my fair share of sex clubs would be an understatement. I’ve not been to many since the pandemic, but before COVID, I would go pretty often. Sex clubs for me are a place to explore my inner freak with whatever lover I have at the time. I don’t have a dungeon in my house, but the sex club up the street does. I visited my first club in 2018. I was both nervous and excited. They were something I was always curious about but not sure how to find. So when a friend of a friend asked me to go with her to one that she found and it was, surprisingly, located just thirty minutes away, I was all in.
This was a “first” for both of us. We were clueless. Even though I had an idea of what a sex club was from watching Eyes WideShut and Real Sex, I still had questions. What kind of sex goes on there? What type of people frequent this club? Will someone I know recognize me? These and a million more questions were running through my mind. I’d envisioned sex clubs to be a big orgy fest with sex everywhere. In reality, it’s just a bar where people also fuck.
While COVID and monkeypox are most definitely a thing, if you are considering going to a sex club in the distant future, here are some things to keep in mind.
Look before you try.
To help me and my friend prepare for our wild night of sex clubbing, I visited the club's website. This is a practice I recommend to all newbies because on it they list the dress code, cost of admission, and the theme of the night. Sex clubs understand that people have questions and they want you to be as prepared as possible when visiting their establishment. Checking out a club’s website is a great way to get a sneak peek into the experience and figure out general information regarding what the club has to offer, its rules, etc.
Dress the part.
The club we attended had a sexy lingerie theme. Luckily for me, I already had a few pieces of sexy negligee in the closet so there was no need to buy anything. I decided to go with something that was cute yet simple. I didn’t want to do too much or be too flamboyant on my first visit. I wanted to blend in while being comfortable. Nothing is worse than thinking you’re cute but having to adjust straps and hooks all night.
It’s important to note that you can’t wear lingerie to the club. You have to bring a "main outfit" and change into sexy lingerie once inside. My main outfit consisted of a cute “City Girls” dress—you know the kind: short, tight with my titties sitting right. Your main outfit should be an outfit you’d wear to a regular club or bar. Pick something exciting yet sexy. Just like in regular clubs, first impressions matter.
Feel your way through.
My friend and I made sure to get there early! We wanted to allow ourselves plenty of time to get acclimated. For a newbie, going to a sex club can be a bit of sensory overload. The surprise isn’t so much about all the other couples or singles, but about the reality of the atmosphere compared to what your imagination conjured up. Show up early, and chat with the bartenders or hosts to get a feel for what the place is like. The club we went to gave us a tour, which was extremely helpful. It gave us an opportunity to ask questions and come up with a plan of action. I made mental notes of all the things I did and didn’t want to try.
It's different strokes for different folks.
That night, I had zero sex. I just watched and took it all in. At a sex club, you can do as much or as little as you like. It’s a common misconception that you have to have sex. In the words of my momma, the only two things I have to do in this life are “stay Black and die.” This same sentiment holds true when attending sex clubs. In fact, some people never engage in sex at these establishments. Some people enjoy the voyeurism thrill of watching people have sex, while exhibitionists enjoy having sex in front of others. There are also people who are a mixture of the two.
The important thing to remember is that you control what happens, no one will force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Oh yeah, and bring your own shit, too! Even though I didn't engage with anyone on my first visit, I was prepared just in case. You won’t have to get ready if you stay ready, period! I had a bag packed with sex toys, condoms, and lube. Most sex clubs have condoms on deck but I still like bringing my own.
After people-watching and mingling for hours, my friend and I called it a night around 2 a.m. I went back several times after that without her and each time was better than the time before. Guess you can say I was hooked.
Sex clubs are truly what you make them. I think everybody should visit a sex club at least once because they truly have something for everyone who is willing to get out of their comfort zone. But as always, if you do wish to partake, stay safe out here.
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Ashley Cobb is an Atlanta-based sexpert, blogger, and HIV Activist known for her fun, down-to-earth and practical commentary. Her work has also been in Essence, Madamenoire, and other publications on the internet. Follow her on all platforms @sexwithashley.
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So like basically fuck I’m sorry I just need to tell u I love you again and that I’m craving you I’d love to be under the covers forcing ourselves to be touching every inch of our bodies with the other and my face on ur chest. So basically I left and like I slept the entire entire flight bro there’s nothing to it😭 I did wake up once and it’s bc they were giving food and it was nasty ass fucking scrambled egg. Girl u alr know me I will never eat that fuckin airplane scrambled eggs no hotel fucjing scrambled eggs in the buffet. No. Only Waffle House scrambled CHEESY eggs duh. And obviously they taste better if they come from ur mouth. I miss you. So I ate like two fucking miniature ass mushrooms. Yes Ik u fucking hate mushrooms. And also that like one piece of fucking bread that always comes with it. And then I went back to sleep and then I woke up n we had to get off n I was still so tired so I was grumpy as fuck also bc we had to run to get a ducking visa and then thru ghe passport shit but bro u alr know how the airports are here in like Europe like those big cities. I mean u know, fucking London one is crazy as fuck. Btw I need London recommendations or whatever or smth ud want from there that u miss idk. So then like I was sweating and we got our bag which once again so fucking far away and then we got out and got an Uber and like he was kinda weird bc he stopped at a gas station and made us wait like 5 min like wtf ok. And you also know how it is here they go like 110 on the highway and it’s normal and then we got to the hotel and my mom was like could we pay u and u stay here while we leave our bags bc basically we had a “cruise” tour but it’s rlly just like 20-25 ppl on like a small lil like yacht? Like my boat but two stories kinda type thing nah idk why I compared my boat cus it’s not like huge like no kitchen or shit but it had like a good space like the inside of my boat? But two stories of that. So that was at 6 and we got to like the city at like 5:30 and so he ended up being rlly nice and he took us to the hotel by foot bc we were lost and the receptionist didn’t speak English so he would translate for us and even took the bag with him. And the hotel is like a local one not like a Marriott or smth so that’s why. And so then he took us to the port and we met with my family I think I didn’t mention this to u but yk it’s just me and my mom and it’s more of a work trip and so my grandma and grampa and my uncle and his wife obv like my grandpa owns the company and my mom and my uncle which is her brother are important in it duh. And so yk when we went to Vegas like it was that fair? Like the only reason I went to Vegas and also with my family for this. So they have a competitor in the like industry and they’re from turkey and they invited us to come here and to give us a tour of their factory and like yeah so they’re competition but they like get along like good like neither of them care like it’s silly? Ig to them idk like it’s not like that is what I’m saying. So back to what I was saying we got to the boat thing and before I got on I was starving so I got some like street food and btw I think like Arabic food in all I’d my favorite like that’s why I ate Lebanese yesterday. I took pics of all of this btw bc I rlly want to show u ab my day bc I love you duh ur my best friend. So then I ate that and got on the boat and like I went to sleep😭 it was 2 and a half hours n I was awake for the last half an hour and bro my body hurts so fucking much from yesterday bc I was in heels like even my toes hurt my legs are in so much pain. So we finished and bro these mofos decided to take us walking to the hotel and they were constantly stopping and shit and I was low key mas cus like wtf bro I was just on an 11 hour flight I have my fucking backpack on with my purse my makeup bag my computer and headphones all that shit and like in the same fucking outfit bro I’m tired. Btw I got a cup I didn’t take a pic fuck but I’ll show u tomorrow so yeah we walked like for a good fucking hour to the hotel and yeah that was it I’ll
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 146
Adventures In Babysitting
“Adventures In Babysitting”
Plot Description: While Dean becomes obsessed with eliminating Dick Roman, Sam helps a teenage girl look for her father, a hunter who’s gone missing
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Ok. Whatever’s making this hunter go missing is probably gonna take me out completely……..except I wouldn’t tip poorly so maybe the waitress would leave me alone
Oh we’re at the half way point of the season already. That’s wild
O M G. How do they get away with making fun of Twilight when they’re giving us the beginning of New Moon right now? We’re watching weeks go by but (this is not me judging the characters for grieving) the only way we know that is by the screen flashing how many have gone.
When…when I said Dean was spiraling last time….that’s nothing compared to now
Where do I know this kid from?? (IMDb later…)
Oh Frank…you know, I’d believe it if Gwenyth Paltrow was a Leviathan
They really do just take every opportunity to cut their arms, show off their blood, prove that certain weapons won’t work on them
I love when they put Dean in fun outfits. The fbi suits get a little monotonous
You know…I’m finding it hard to be mad at these two vampire women. If men are going to be that gross (most of the time, Sam wasn’t being that, nor was the other hunter), maybe they should be allowed to kill
Oh…Dean thinks he’s about to lose Sam, too
He’s so good with kids ☹️
He’s really seeing so much of himself in this girl
She called him an old mannnnnn lmao
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Spiritbox - Rotoscope
Eternal Blue by Spiritbox was one of my top favorite albums last year. I’ve made that clear multiple times throughout the last few months of 2021, especially when I wrote out my yearend list, and even now, because I still champion this Canadian progressive metalcore / alt-metalcore outfit. Courtney LaPlante is one of the best and most versatile vocalists in the heavy music world today, and their sound is just as unique as it is accessible to the general public, so if you’re not typically into metal or hardcore, I could totally see this album being a gateway for people. That record was my most listened to album of last year, and there were a few weeks where I just played it all day, and almost nothing else, because I was so in love with it. I hadn’t listened to anything like it, and apparently a lot of other people felt the same way; Spiritbox was the “it band” for a long while, and still kind of are, because all eyes and ears have been on them ever since that record dropped. It was on a lot of publications’ best of lists, mine included, but people were wondering what they’d follow up with next. I’ve certainly been wondering, because if we got Eternal Blue, I wonder what else they’ve been cooking up. They have gone on record as saying that their next batch of songs are much different from Eternal Blue, but that didn’t really bug me, though, because I was ready for anything.
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Okay it’s not that ugly though
#nothing compared her other outfits from this tour#sadly#she did so well#but she has worse dresses imho#she makes it look way better than it actually is#that’s the thing
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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!
*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.
Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.
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He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.
He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”
When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”
“What?”
Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”
You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”
“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”
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The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.
You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.
You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.
When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.
He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.
Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.
Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.
The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.
“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”
You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”
It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.
“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.
You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.
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It was a game day.
Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.
Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.
Almost.
He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.
His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”
“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.
“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”
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This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂
Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️
Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰
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Warnings: implied smut
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The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.
Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.
Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.
You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.
The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.
“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.
“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.
“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.
Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.
You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.
“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.
“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.
His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.
“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.
“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.
The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”
You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.
“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.
“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”
Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.
~next morning~
You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.
“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.
“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.
You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.
Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.
“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”
Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.
“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.
“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”
Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”
You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”
Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”
“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.
“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”
You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”
~later~
Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.
You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”
You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.
“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.
“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.
“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”
“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.
Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”
“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.
“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.
“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.
“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.
Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.
“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”
Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”
The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.
“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”
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