#wait that's already what bling it on is fuck
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at the end of this video that was made for the release of the 'Freeze-O-Matic' gadget, there's this unique remix of the Home music that plays on JJ's main menu that doesn't appear anywhere else on the official JJ soundtrack (to my knowledge anyway). only a part of the song has been released with a couple of sfx from the video. really wanna hear the full version of this one
#jetpack joyride#halfbrick release the full song i beg of you#i'm hesitating to call this 'lost' because it could easily be somewhere else and i just. haven't seen it yet.#but also how weird would it be for this to be somewhere obscure? this is halfbrick not fuckin like.... a puzzle#so like... what do i call it? unreleased? partially released?#i think i'll tag it as unreleased#unreleased#unreleased music#seriously this song is too good just to only be at the end of an 11 year old video#it'd be cool if it was released with an event or something#what kind of event? uhhhhhh......... i dunno like...#drip event or something#wait that's already what bling it on is fuck#actually wait no that would fit#fuck it why not tag it as partially found. no one's gonna know#partially found#yeeaaaahhhh baby
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love on me
iv. you're exciting, boy come find me. (di!leon x fem reader)
author's note: yayyyyyy, fourth entry !
cw: NSFW MDNI. love hotels. p in v. oral (f receiving and m receiving).
part 4 of ree's leon valentine's advent
If he had been born under different circumstances, Leon swears he'd surely become a beach bum. Better an idle man rather than get smacked by bioweapons day in and night out, not only that, but have the top brass of good ol' U.S of A breathing down his neck constantly. Yet, he's a man who has seen things, he'd already vowed to protect whatever and whoever he can. Cold and cruel this life may be.
So he loves the warmth of the sun on him, lying down on a sun lounger sipping on dry drinks. Enjoy the view in the tropics of crystalline beaches and white sand on his feet, letting loose and relaxing himself.
Unfortunately, after the events of Alcatraz, maybe he's had enough of the sea for now. He gives himself a pat on the back, takes out a chunk of his savings to go to Japan because you've been eyeing it. You said you were interested in the food, culture, and sights.
So here he is, you in hand, his cute girlfriend clinging onto his bicep like a bunny that hopped in excitement at every interesting thing you see because you're adorable to him like that.
You were extra flirty too, Leon had chalked it up to you being over the moon because you were finally in Japan after so long of dreaming it, he's smug and pleased with himself, he likes the good boyfriend brownie points, but you had other things in mind.
"Bunny, aren't you cold?"
Leon cocked his head to the side to take a look at you, in your skirt, crop top, and cardigan combo. He's not the type of man to control women and their clothing. Come on, don't people listen to Beyonce? Girls run the world. He doesn't really know who the fuck Beyonce is but he does know Sherry listens to the song.
"Nope."
You give him a cheeky grin, shaking your head.
"Besides, you'll warm me up anyway."
You say this with a wink as you both card through the busy streets of Tokyo as Leon gives you an innocent grin, oblivious to your intent.
"Of course I would bunny. I take care of my pretty girl."
He coos, before giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead, you giggle at how he missed your innuendo before smirking.
"I wanna go somewhere."
You reply as you slide your hand to lace both your fingers together, his calloused ones enveloping your own as you all but drag him to the busy streets.
You turn him around to an alley, google maps pulled up on your free hand as you show him, what seems to be a rather flashy building illuminated by red neon lights and blinged up signs. It was like the establishment wanted to be purposefully flamboyant.
"What am I looking at bunny?"
You flash him a toothy grin, Leon knows that glint of mischief in your eyes as you reply.
"A love hotel."
Leon is floored.
"A what now? A motel? Bunny, if you were horny I'd be hauling your ass back to the hotel room right now."
He breathes out, smoke escaping from his lips as he quirks an eyebrow at you, but you giggle.
"This is different!"
No shit.
Leon thinks inwardly as sapphire eyes scan the building once more. Motels for sex used to be inconspicuous during his time. He really is getting old.
"You wanna check in bunny?"
You nod your head quite excitedly with a huge grin on her face, there's no mistaking it. Your eagerness, and Leon relents. Of course you would want a vacation and his cock. No surprise there.
Leon sighs and squeezes your hand, being the gentleman that he is, leading you inside of the garish establishment. He'd be lyin g if he says he isn't the least bit interesting, you were always the more exciting and free-spirited one.
On the reception counter, he waits for the key, with you standing just beside him, hands still entwined. As Leon grew curious, you grew embarrassed. The lobby was decorated with red. Red hearts, mirrors, sensual posters, and oh god, the brochures on a nearby rack that had photos of toys and costumes
You're fairly aware that love hotels are popular, but now that you're gonna experience this for yourself, bashfulness and your own eagerness had you blushing.
Leon could see you, feel how you'd gone and overheated in his arms and you both aren't in the room yet. He chuckles, squeezing you. You got him going now, as a shiver runs down his spine.
"Are you interested in a specific suite? You can take a look on our brochure here."
The receptionist asks and Leon shakes his head.
"We're fine with anything."
The receptionist nods, handing Leon the key as he cooly leads you to the designated room. Despite his laidback demeanor, Leon is already briskly walking, adrenaline in his veins.
As you both reached the designated room, he eases the key in the lock as it opens with a low clicking sound. He leads you inside first, following behind but not before locking the door while you turn the lights on. Another clicking sound, the lighting is a kind of low red and Leon blinks as he follows in, you both inspect the room with amusement and fascination.
There inside the center of the room is a queen round bed, with a heart-shaped headboard, covered in satin sheets and what seems to be a confetti of hearts on the foot of the bead, even the pillows were heart-shaped, and the most ridiculous part were the mirrors. Everywhere. Mirrors on the wall, on the ceiling, mirrors of various shapes and sizes at each of the walls. Red, heart-shaped lounge chairs and a faux tiger rug. Gaudy as the room is, it certainly looks like a place to fuck alright.
Your eyes slowly adjust to the light, but you were beaten by Leon, who is certainly not the least bit captivated by the interior choices. He did, however, wanted to fuck you in it. He's already dropped his coat on the floor before proceeding to toss his shirt away as he stares at you with an amused smirk while you stood speechless.
"You embarrassed now?
He asks while putting his hands on your waist before turning you around to face him. Face his smug face smirking at you.
"Who? Me?"
You reply with a cocky tone.
"Nah."
You wink at him and he chuckles, he takes your hand pulling you to him as he strides to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Figures," he shrugs "You always wanna fuck me. Don't you, bunny?"
He coos before kissing your palms, your fingertips brush across his lower lip, and he kisses your fingertips one by one, the small act only making you shiver.
"Is that a problem?"
You ask him as that familiar warmth pools in your stomach, he had just finished unbuckling his belt and is now rubbing his hands on your thighs, before peeling your skirt off of you.
He gives you that same handsome grin, there was a sparkle in his eyes and you blush. You take off the rest of your upper clothing to help him before Leon pulls you to sit on his lap, his pretty bunny.
He presses his lips into yours in a sweet kiss, before sweeping his tongue on your lower lip, a cue to open your mouth, proceeding to stick his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you and you sink into his lap. The kiss a passionate tango and as you both part for air, his lips connects to yours with a thin strand of saliva. He swipes it with his thumb before chuckling.
"You're so fucking pretty."
He breathes out before lifting you up, only to place you gently on the bed. Leon's eyes roam over your voluptuous figure, smirking at the dampness on your underwear, he kneels down, peeling that last pesky article of clothing off of you, already admiring how swollen your clit is already.
"So fucking hot too."
He murmurs against your skin as he trails kisses on your ankle, your knees, and up your thighs.
Your breath hitches on your throat, you feel yourself soaking the sheets with every kiss.
Your blissed out face doesn't escape Leon and he smirks, he presses another kiss on your pelvis, before he presses a kiss on your clit. It was like a greeting, in his silly mind.
His cold breath against fans against your skin before he takes a long, languid lick on your pussy.
Your hands immediately reach down to grip fistfuls of his dark hair, pulling him closer as he licked over your slit, lapping at your essence.
"Fuck, Leon."
You whimper, tossing your head back and Leon smirks against your pussy. He always liked seeing you coming undone with his mouth. His tongue dips into your entrance, the wet appendage flicking and curling inside you.
He presses his thumb on your clit while his mouth still worked on you, relishing in your sweet taste and breathy moans while you could only shut her eyes closed and sob his name helplessly.
He doesn't let up, he pulls his tongue out to wrap your clit in his warm mouth and sucking it, inserting two fingers inside your sopping wet pussy. Scissoring and curling inside you while his tongue flicks and sucks on the hood of your clit. It doesn't take look that you gush around his fingers in an orgasm and he smirks. He let's you breath, admiring your flushed face as he stood up. Takes his boxers off and his thick cock springs out, already erect leaking with precum. He stands beside your face.
"Suck."
Despite his domineering voice, he looks at you with soft eyes and you turn your body to his direction, you sit up on the bed. With a lick of your lips, your fingers trail over his abs, before your tongue sweeps across his slit, swiping it clean with his precum and he grunts, his body tensing in your touch.
"Fuck yeah."
He hisses through gritted teeth as your tongue swirls around the head before engulfing his dick with your mouth. You dip your head, swallowing him deeper as your hands grab his waits, until his length reaches the back of your throat, knowing he was looking, you don't break eye contact and you suck his cock, thick on your tongue and rolling your eyes while he looks.
"Shit, bunny. So pretty sucking cock like that."
Leon's voice is throaty and you know he likes what he sees, his dick practically jumped in your mouth and you moan. The vibrations make him shiver violently, and he grunts.
"Goddamn."
He breathes, patting your cheeks, A signal for you to stop and you peels yourself off him with a pout like he had just taken your favorite lollipop. Which is true, he is after all, your favorite lollipop.
"Don't be upset now. You suck cock so good, I won't last long."
You both laugh in unison as he breathes in to calm himself, while stroke his cock, he twirls a finger around.
"Turn around for me, bunny. On your fours if you wanna be good."
You hum in response, turning your back to bend over for him. You arch your back, with your ass perked up against him. In that moment, you understand why Leon wanted to fuck you from behind. The image of you bent over and him standing up, his dick plush on your ass is reflected in all of the mirrors on the walls and you let out a scandalized gasp while Leon only chuckles, sensing your embarrassment.
"Wanna see you moan while I pound you into that fucking mattress."
Leon winks at you from the mirror and you see his smug expression reflected everywhere. He kisses your ass cheeks, he's too horny out his damn mind now. He's inside you with one strong thrust, his thick cock all the way inside and he shuts his eyes close. Stilling for a moment to let you adjust to his sized as you close your eyes and whimper.
"Jesus Christ… no matter how many times I fuck this pussy."
He groans, sweeping his auburn strands before steadying his grip on your waist.
"It never gets used to me. Poor little thing."
The fullness makes you squirm and he savors the addictive feeling of your walls clenching on his cock desperate to get him to just fit. You're pressed against the mattress, your pathetic moans muffled by the sheets.
When he starts to thrust, finding that rhythm, your body jerks forward with every rock of his hips. His body moves to cover your own.
"Watch us baby."
He whispers, his tongue sweeping on the shell of your ear and you could only whimper. Clutching the sheets as he finds his rhythm with his hips rocking against yours.
"Look. Don't hide."
He raps before tugging on your hair to forcibly lift up your face while his free hand tug on your arms. You find yourself feeling small with Leon's muscular body covering you. The muscles on his arm flex as both his hands are now grabbing your arms and your hair. The way his muscles pulled and flexed as his hips slams against her ass, the way your ass bounced on him, the thin layer of sweat that coated his torso, the way his mouth hung open in ragged breaths, the way your breasts bounce at every thrust. You feel so turned on at the sight it was crazy. It looked so erotic. This only elicits louder moans from you, while you move back against him, meeting his thrusts.
"Shit!"
Leon groans, clenching his jaw. This positions and rhythm was blowing his mind, coupled with how your face twists into pleasure and the heat that coiled in his stomach. This was so fucking hot, he really wouldn't last long.
"Come here"
He whispers, planting a kiss on your shoulder, before pulling out which makes you whine in displeasure. He chuckles, both his hands grab you, picking you up. Manhandling your ass to pin you down the mattress.
"Shh," he coos. "Not done with you yet bunny."
He chuckles before kissing your nose, guiding himself back inside your pussy. You chuckle as you look at the mirror on the ceiling.
"You've always had a nice ass."
You tease, despite the breathlessness of your voice and Leon only cocks his head to the side in confusion before following your line of sight, remembering that there was a mirror atop the ceiling and he chuckles, a rush of desire running through his veins with the sight of tangled limbs.
"Yeah, so?" His tone full of sass as he smirks. "Jealous much?"
You laugh as he places his fingers under your jawline, bringing your face close before crashing his lips down yours in a sloppy kiss, before moving inside you again. His pace rougher and faster, cock slamming down your pussy like a freight train as you lock your legs around his waist tight, bringing him close before you bite down on his shoulder and Leon hisses a curse.
He peels your legs off of him first before hooking your legs above his shoulders. He growls, this position slips him in deeper, and you squeeze his cock tighter.
"Holy fucking shit!
He exclaims, it's no secret that you both are vocal in the bedroom. You both love verbally assuring each other that the pleasure is mutual, you were always the louder one, but this time it was Leon. Completely pussy whipped with every clench of your walls.
"Got me drunk on this tight fucking pussy."
He grunts and your hands reach out to grab his hips, slamming down on you rougher with every thrust. Your nails digging on the flesh of his waist and he moans. His jaw slacked, sweat dripping down.
"I'm gonna cum inside yeah? Gonna fill this tight pussy up for making me this rabid."
He laughs as his thrusts become erratic. He knows you're close, just like you know that he's close as well.
"Goddamn, got me addicted to pussy."
He moans and your toes curl as he slams into you one last time. His body tensing up, shooting ropes of his cum inside you as you both climax together.
"Yeah, bunny. So good for me. Creaming on this cock like a good girl."
He soothes you, kissing your forehead as you tremble beneath him in the intensity of your orgasm, he looks at you intently. Rubbing your body gently. Not pulling out yet as you gush around his cock.
"You're so pretty when you cum."
He hums. You both cuddle up for a minute to calm down before he pulls out.
Much to Leon's surprise, you whine.
"Lovey… don't pull out yet…"
Leon chuckles, pulling you into his arms to cradle your body.
"Yeah? Give me a minute. Have mercy on the lil guy."
You giggle softly, you were feeling fuzzy and the throbbing in your pussy suggests you were not fully sated yet, and with the way Leon looks at you like a hawk, he wants another too.
"There's nothing little about that."
You retort, giving his chest a little slip and he has a proud look on his face.
"Yeah? Maybe I'll compare it with those next time. Gonna use it on you."
He winks, pointing at the assortment of toys just neatly placed on the bedside table that went unnoticed in the heat of your lovemaking, as you both share a hearty laugh.
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so a few months ago, i saw on instagram reel of a dude learning how do his gf's nails so that she doesnt spend lots of money. I cant stop thinking of simon who does bimbo!reader nails.
NAWW THATS SO CUTE :(( he gets so focus and fixated that it confuses bimbo!reader a bit because simon’s being so secretive but she leaves him be because she knows simon’s going to come to her when he’s ready with whatever he’s doing anyway.
he uses the tf141 as practice dummy and they reluctantly let him because, hey, simon has finally got a civilian interest and hobby. of course they’d help cultivate this.
soap gets all the bling (they’re pasted with no symmetry or a singular vibe), gaz is sporting an attempt at french tips but the white polish is smeared all over the place, while price has those pearly-sheen nails.
they’re all so focused that they forgot that they were visiting today to surprise you so when you came home, you get so confused at seeing the mini-manicure sesh that’s going on. but then you see how messy their sets are so you offered to re-do them. “simmy, you too!”
simon blinks. “…you know how to do your nails?”
“yup! i didn’t wanna spend so much money to get them done,” you say, smiling at him. “oh! but when i want specific designs, that’s when i get them done but patty gives me a discount, so…!”
johnny has to smother his wheezing behind his palm because holy fuck. their lieutenant’s attempt to woo you is thwarted–
fuck, this is too funny.
“oh,” simon murmurs. “of course, sweets. that’s great.”
your eyes furrow at his response, cataloguing the way he’s staring at you with a little—no amount of simon denying this later can make it untrue—pout. you run the conversation in your head, noting the dips in his voice, the wrinkles on his forehead.
wait-
oh.
oh!
“baby!” is all what they hear before you’re launching yourself to him. simon easily catches you, of course, and you chuckle when he fixes you on top of his lap so you can rest comfortably.
“thank you,” you coo before tapping the tip of his nose in a boop, akin to the ones you always give mittens. “i can teach you, if you want?”
simon’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, his face breaking into something soft. “i’d love that.”
…his squad doesn’t get to escape faster so there you all are, in your impromptu station, re-doing their nails with ease. they are amazed at how delicate and beautiful you’ve fixed simon’s messy attempts, their new sets shimmering like they’re bought.
(simon only gets a gel manicure of pure black polish with little halo stars.
“hey, no fair that LT’s the only one with practical nails!” johnny whines, waving his hand, therefore also his long nails, around in emphasis.
you stick your tongue out at him. “i’m matching dick grabbers with my man so of course i’d make his different.”
kyle chokes, john’s already standing up to disappear into the kitchen, and simon sighs. all the while, johnny freezes, head tilting.
“dick what–”
im sorry for how late this is :(( hope the lil blurb is oki for u <33 it made me laugh sooo much bc its so cute ughhh i love them
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Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*
A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal
based on:
7:40-8:05
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Y/N’s POV:
“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks.
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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids.
“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister.
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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in.
“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.
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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes.
“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me.
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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away.
Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.
I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss.
Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me.
I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up.
I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me.
He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good.
“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh.
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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.”
A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋
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I don't want it, I need it! Coryo who is obsessed with the reader's nipple piercings
nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader
This was literally Coryo's happiest day ever. Well at least in a long time.
He hadn't been allowed to play with your titties for a few months, but it seemed like a hundred years for him, because he loved those titties more than anything.
You had told him you'd got something very special for your boobies and he had to wait until you revealed the surprise. The boy suspected what it was but he let you be secretive about it, because it just added to his excitement.
Finally the day had come and he was sitting on your bed waiting for the great reveal.
“I'm gonna show you something now, but you have to be careful,” you warned. “If you get too excited you might hurt me accidentally and then it would take extra time for it to heal.”
Coryo nodded. He had sworn himself to be as gentle as possible.
You unbuttoned your cardigan and he noticed right away that there was something different about your nipples under the soft cotton bralette that you were wearing.
The boy perked up waiting for the moment you finally pulled the bralette over your head and your lovely tits fell out of it revealing a pair of pretty little nipple piercings adorned with tiny crystal blings on the sides.
Coryo's breath hitched at the sight alone. He wasn't really a piercing person but he had to admit your tits looked hella good.
You crawled into bed with him and he rushed to cup your breasts in his hands marveling at the pretty shiny jewelry reflecting in the afternoon sun.
“Can I…?” Coryo licked his lips and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Yes, just be careful.”
The boy nodded enthusiastically and wrapped his lips around your nipple, making you shiver at the feeling. This was a whole new sensation for you. Not only his tongue teasing your soft skin and the usual coolness you felt as the air met with his saliva. Oh no, you discovered a whole new set of sensations as his lips and tongue were playing with the delicate metal pierced through one of the most sensitive spots in your body.
You felt his excitement growing as he moved over to your other breast, sucking hungrily and desperately, his whole body aching for the sensations that had been denied to him for such a long time.
You knew he was curious how it would be to add some teeth and pull on your piercings a bit harsher but he knew he had to behave and obey your warnings. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted.
Coryo kept sucking on your boobie, gently squeezing the other one in his hand and a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt wetness pooling up in your panties.
Desperate to relieve the pressure you brought your hand down to your clit and started rubbing yourself, sinking the fingers of your free hand in his gorgeous curls and tugging on them gently.
“Babyboy, this feels so good,” you hummed blissfully, enjoying his mouth on you and your own ministrations below your waist.
“I like it… I like it a lot, mommy,” he replied before focusing on your breasts again.
“I need to fuck you now,” your voice got more commanding feeling that your own fingers wouldn't be enough to suit your needs.
“Uh-uh,” Coryo nodded and undressed himself quickly just to get back to playing with his shiny new toys as you lowered your aching pussy on his already hardened dick.
“Fuck!” you moaned, feeling that it wouldn't take long until you came undone.
“Am I making you feel good mommy?” Coryo batted his icy blue eyes at you while fidgeting your piercings in his slender fingers.
“So good, angel! You're perfect,” you mumbled between moans and pants while bouncing up and down his rock hard cock.
Pleasure took over your body as you felt him sucking on your titties with even more enthusiasm and his tip hitting against the most sensitive spot inside your cunt.
“I'm gonna…” you didn't manage to finish the sentence as you came all over his cock coating it in your juices.
Coryo moaned against your nipple feeling his own release approaching and in a few moments you felt his hot load filling up your pussy as his member twitched violently against your walls.
“So… Do you like my new jewelry?” you asked teasingly as you both were coming down from your heights.
““Like” does not cover it. I'm obsessed!”
Something about his tone was telling you that you were gonna have a lot more fun that evening.
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Belly Dancer - 1
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Harry sat next to Michael on the leather couch with four girls now all around them, Michael was his right hand and his best friend. They are there for each other, in the happinesses and sorrows. They were friends since the day they first met when they only were thirteen years old.
And for that reason, when Michael noticed that Harry was burnt out from all the work he has to go through every day, same routine, same shit, he thought that it would be a good idea for them to see something different. Michael has heard of you through some friends that were like 'wtf did we just watch?' and couldn't shut up about how good you were on that stage. And, knowing Harry, he knew that he would be very pleased to see a different kind of woman.
A woman he will never something like her.
A girl put her around Harry and started mumbling something sexy in his ear, but he ignored her and kept drinking from his glass and huffed.
"Why the long face, H? I told you to leave this fucking attitude out." Michael scoffed, drinking from his cup.
"I am okay, Mike." Harry says.
"No shit? You sure look like it." Michael commented sarcastically.
"What do you want from me now? Want me to put a fucking smile on my face?"
"Yes, please."
"I don't know what I should do with the upcoming deal with the Italians."
"Leave it, H. Not now, we're here to have fun and you look like an ungrateful kid." Michael said, he was sick of Harry and his attitude. He knows that Harry has a lot on his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to know how to let go.
"You know what? Fuck you! I'm out." Harry says angrily and stands up and just like that like it was a cue or something, music blasted through speakers.
Weird music to his ears. He has never heard something like that before, but he didn't care at that moment. Until he head an announcement through the speakers, "The moment you've all been waiting for. Y/N!"
Michael grabbed Harry from his arm and dragged him to the glass wall that showed the stage. Harry took away his arm from his friend and stopped in his tracks.
A woman.
A woman in tanned skin and long hair stood on the stage down there, with golden abaya that showed off her beautiful legs, cleavage, and of course her belly. She had some glitter all over her body. She had a golden anklet. That woman wore a short scarf on her head that only covered a part of her hair.
She swayed her belly up and down in total excitement with such expertise. She used her hair as a tool just like that long cane in her hand that she used to dance with. What really blew him away was when she pulled her back down while standing and held the cane with one hand playing with it all over her body without it touching her.
He has never seen something like that before. He has never loved something so different like that. Her hair made him want to pull on it while fucking her. He wanted to know how she could sway and pop her waist and belly on his dick.
A girl comes next to Harry and whispers, "I could do that, too."
He ignored her and kept his eyes on the girl before him, not leaving his eyes off of her even for a second.
When you were done, you were already used to the hard applause, you returned back to your room at the back. Your assistant got you your mantle and covered you.
You sat on your chair in front of the wide mirror and began cleaning off your makeup after taking off some of the bling you had on your face. Your assistant, Angela, says, "You were amazing today, y/n."
You smile to her and say, "Thank you so much, honey. We need to get ready for our last performance in about another half hour. Can you get me my next suit, please? This abaya is not so comfortable."
"You're gonna wear it now? Isn't it too early?" She asks but does what she's told anyways.
"No, it isn't. I like putting makeup on after wearing my suit, so my makeup doesn't stain my suits." You answer her, drinking water from your bottle.
"Fair enough." Just when she finishes her sentence, you hear a knock on your door.
"Who is it?" She asks before opening the door slightly so whoever outside can't see you.
"Oh yeah of course." You hear her say and opens the door.
Your eyes are still fixed on yourself in the mirror, until you see in it a tall man with beautiful green eyes standing at your door. His eyes also are fixed on you. You turn your head around and look at him, asking in a flat tone, "What?"
"I am Harry. Harry Styles." He says not looking away.
"Okay? I don't do selfies so get out of here." You turn your head again and continue to take off your makeup.
"I'm not here for a selfie. I'm here to tell you that we want an exclusive dance in the VIP lounge." He says, confidently.
"Usually, Sean is the one to tell me that." Sean is the manager of the club, so that doesn't make sense that Harry is the one to tell you that.
"He knows, but I asked him to let me be the one to tell you that." He says like he orders you.
"Well then, no one can say no to work. But, I want Sean to ask me, not some one I don't know." You say, you were really bothered by his smirk that he had all the time he was talking to you so you thought you should be as annoying as he is.
"And what if he doesn't?" He asks with a wider smirk.
You turn your head and raise a brow, "Then no."
"You sure are a tough one." He comments so you stand up and close the door in his face with a bang enough for Angela to jump.
You wear your next suit, not thinking of that bastard anymore until you hear another knock on the door. You huff and tell Angela, "If he is the same fucker tell him to go find someone to fuck him."
But that was Sean, an old man with grey hair and blue eyes. He comes inside and says to you, "Y/N, we want you to skip the second performance to the public and keep it in the VIP lounge for today."
"Sure," You smile at him, "That fucker will be there?"
He giggles and says, "Don't say that as you don't know who he is."
"I don't care, Sean. You shouldn't have let him come in here, we've talked about this. No one is allowed here."
"I know, but we can't say no to him."
"And why is that?"
"Because he's Harry Freaking Styles. He's one of the most powerful men in the whole country so it's not so easy to tell him go fuck yourself without getting a bullet in your head."
"Whatever. I'll be up there in 10 minutes."
You weren't afraid, you are not afraid. You have spent your life afraid of everything and since you took your first step in this country you've swore to god that you'll never let fear in your heart ever again. You knew that Harry was handsome and hot that's for sure, but you weren't going to suck his balls just because he's handsome. If anything, he should be the one sucking yours, if you had any.
You stood right outside the VIP lounge and asked the guy in charge of it to stop the lights until you go in. That was something you asked for every time you were asked to do a private dance in the VIP lounge, you had to surprise them.
You stood in the middle of the room with the lights still off, and raised your arms above your head and raised one side of your waist and then the lights are on again.
The music popped in the lounge, and you see that same smirky face eating you with his eyes. Taking in the new suit you had on, it was silky that showed off your whole back and belly, not so modest. And he loved every inch of it.
He sat there next to another guy with the same expression she got every time someone sees her in one of her suits. You danced like always but with some differences. You made a circle with your waist and interacted with them more than the public, you made your way to the couch they were on and for a second Harry thought you were coming for him, but you took the hands of Michael and made him stand up so he could dance with you.
Michael couldn't dance like you, for sure, but he tried to sway his body and couldn't focus on anything else, especially you leaned your back to his chest. Michael couldn't look to anything else, not even to Harry who was biting his lip from both lust and jealousy.
You kept dancing until the song ended. Michael and the bartender applauded hard enough to show you how much they loved it. Some of the girls out there were so pissed off at you for taking all the attention.
Harry, on the other hand, stood up and asked you, "Why don't you come with me, love?
"Honey, I don't like you." You said.
You made eye contact with Michael and smiled, "I hope to see you soon, cutie."
Then you were out of the lounge.
Harry sat on the couch again, with a smirk on his face.
--
Just when you were about to step foot out of the club you see that fucker again with the same smirk you want to slap it out of his face. You were in white tank top and a short leather skirt. Angela was right beside with a big bag in her hand you when you stopped to look at that smug.
"If you think you can kidnap me, then you should know that's a bad idea." You spat.
"And why is that, love?"
"Because I'll chop off your goddamn dick." You were violent. That's for sure.
"Oh, that could hurt." He smirked again and took a step forward towards you.
"What do you want from me, Harry Styles?"
"I want a private dance, only for me."
"Give it to him," You ordered Angela who handed him a card. "This is the number you can call if you want a private dance."
He looked at the card and then at you, "I really like you."
"And I don't care."
You said before walking towards your car. You drove away and you could still see him in the mirror not taking his eyes off of your car. What was wrong with him?
--
"Harry Styles?! Thank god you're still alive, you should apologize you little bitch." Jessica said.
You were at the apartment you shared with Jessica, you make enough money to buy a whole house now, but you didn't want to leave Jessica, she was your first and only friend when you came to America to seize your opportunity. She had your back when you couldn't find a job, until she finally helped you get one.
Her cousin was one of the three people who own the club and the theatre, and she asked her to give you a chance. From that moment you became famous enough for people to come every day to the club to just watch you dance.
So, you wouldn't just leave Jessica just because you make enough money now. And, now that you're sitting at the dining table next to Jessica at 3 PM eating, you thought that you should tell her about that freak you danced for yesterday.
"Who is he anyways?" You asked, stuffing your face with food.
"All I heard from Lola -Her cousin- is that he is not just a business man, he is powerful."
"And that was enough for you to tell me that I'm lucky that I'm still alive?"
"No, but those powerful people are intimidating."
"I'm not afraid."
"Y/N, I know you now, I know that you fear no one and nothing, but you need to chill a bit."
"Why should I? because he could kill me or something?"
"I hope not, but just become more flexible, maybe he was amazed by your dancing and liked you enough to get you in his bed."
"He asked me to go with him, Jess! I don't sleep around, and you know that, I have to have this long face for anyone that thinks for a second they can stuff their faces in my titties." You said and she bursts into laughing at the top of her lungs.
"Okay, I know that, but-" She was interrupted by your phone ringing, it was Sam, the one you hired to take care of any business outside the club.
"Sorry, Jess," You apologized before taking the phone, "Yes, Sam, how're you? What? HOW MUCH!? Okay, today 11 PM, set everything up with Sean, I don't want him to be all grumpy. Bye." And with that you hung up.
"What was that all about?" She asked drinking her juice.
You looked at her wide eyed, "That fucker asked Sam if I could dance at the parties he has tonight and for the upcoming week. He wants me for an entire week to stay at his mansion up the hill in a private part of it."
"Wow, the same fucker we were just talking about?" She asked and you nodded.
--
You had to go, there was no way out, the money was good. You packed clothes and suits, you were going to stay there for about a week so you could use as many suits as you wanted. Angela was sat right beside you on the passenger seat in your car as you drove to his mansion, Sam had sent you a location. The drive was silent, and you weren't nervous, you'd been doing this for over a year now so you were confident. You drove with one hand until you pulled over right in front of this giant mansion. Angela gasped when she put her eyes on it, but you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car to get your bags out. Angela followed you without taking her eyes off of the mansion, she helped you with the bags with her mouth open.
"Fuck it, snap out of it, Angela!" You said, walking towards the mansion.
A man in a black suit was standing at the door of the mansion with a smile on his face, you smiled back. When you got closer to him he took the bag from you, "Hello, I'm Jack, I'll be at your service for your whole stay."
"Hello, Jack. I'm Y/N and this is Angela, my assistant."
"I know you Ms.Y/L/N, Mr. Styles told me about you. He was very excited to have you." He said letting you in the mansion.
It was huge, white. Everything was white except from the art hanging on the walls and some cushions. Jack escorted you to the elevator in the mansion and pressed on the higher floor.
"This floor is gonna be yours for your whole stay, it has its own kitchen and bathrooms so you're going to be as comfortable as possible." He said and you couldn't help but smile at Angela who couldn't close her mouth.
The elevator doors open and you step inside to see a wide floor with an open kitchen and two bedrooms with a large living room.
"Here is the kitchen as you see, it has everything you need to make a meal, but if you need anything you can always call me and I'll be at your service." He walked you to the living room, "This is the living room as you see. There's TV, mini-fridge, and everything you might need."
You nodded at him as he walked you to a room and opened the door to a large room, "This is our room?" You asked.
"No, ma'am, this is Angela's room, it's got everything you might need, miss." He told her and she took a step inside with wide smile on her face.
He walked you to another room, opened the door and FUCK. It was huge with a king-sized bed. The room had cream paint and white sheets, a couch and TV.
"Here is your room. You also have a private bathroom besides the one down the hall. Again Ms. Y/L/N, if you ever need anything you can call me. Mr. Styles has strict instructions of us taking care of you two."
You smiled at him thankfully, but couldn't help but ask, "Where is Harry?"
"We don't know that, unfortunately, but I'm sure he's gonna be here at 12 AM. He may need to speak to you about the themes of the parties he's throwing here." He said letting go of your bags.
You nodded at him.
"I should go now, here is this little thing I can't remember the name of, you press a button and you can speak to me directly." He pointed at this thing on the wall that looked like the thermostats.
You nodded again and thanked him before he left. You couldn't help but notice that your room has a balcony, you love balconies. Wherever you were, you could leave everything and stay in the balcony looking at everything around you.
When you entered the balcony, you could see a wide, long green grass, it almost looked like a park, except from the large pool that was in the middle.
You sighed.
You don't know why, but everything was too much for you, life was too much.
You felt alone even if there were a hundred people around you, and when you were alone, you felt empty. Maybe it's because you swore that no one can take any place in your heart again. No one can get this luxury of breaking your heart. You had to stand on your jelly feet and throw everything out of your life.
You remembered that day you ran away from your past and came here, like it was yesterday. But, it wasn't yesterday, and you must stay on your feet standing tall.
You heard a ringing sound coming from your room, it was this thing on the wall, you pressed on it and you heard the voice of Jack, "Ms. Y/L/N, would you like me to make you a meal? You must be starving."
"Jack, please call me y/n, I'm not used to Ms. whatever, and yes please, I'm sure Angela is starving. Thanks."
--
Everything was fine, you stayed in your room watching tv and gossiping with Jessica about Harry's mansion. That was until you hear ringing and Jack's voice said, "Y/N, Mr. Styles is waiting for you by the pool."
You stood up, get dressed in one of your huge sweatshirts and short black shorts, you pull your hair up in a messy bun. You step outside of your room, and find Angela eating popcorn on the couch in the living room.
"If you keep eating those, you're gonna pop like them." You smirked at her and she stuck her tongue out to you.
You were in the elevator and making your way towards the pool, it was kind of a long walk until you could see his tall figure in a black suit standing in front of the pool drinking wine. There were tables and chairs but he was standing focusing on the water.
You stood there for a moment before making your way to one of the chairs by a table and sit, putting your leg over the other.
"Look who it is, Mr. Gatsby!" You smirked.
He turned around and smiled at you, his eyes could revive people from death. He had a glass of wine in his hand just like you suspected.
“Mr. Gatsby? Why did you call me that?” He asked as he took a seat on one of the chairs on the same table.
“Mr. Gatsby was handsome, he had a rare smile, just like you.” You said with no smile.
“I take that as a complement, should I?”
“I don’t care, honey, I’m spelling facts. I like telling people what I’m thinking about them. Honesty is the key as you say here.” You bite on your bottom lip.
“I appreciate that this is the thing on your mind, not something else.”
“Well, yesterday I thought you were a dick head, well, I still think so, but I appreciate what you did.”
“What exactly?”
“That you didn’t cross the line even more, and called Sam instead of getting my number and call me.”
“And how could I get your number, love?” He smirked; he loved how smart you sounded.
“Oh, come on! We’re adults here, we both know that you could get my number, easily.”
“I like you even more now.”
That was true, he loved smart women, and you were smart and challenging.
“Let’s get back to business, you booked me for a week. Jack told me that you wanted to discuss the themes of your parties. Here I am.”
He hums and put his glass on the table, “Do you want to drink something?” He asked you as he looked at his smart watch.
“Tea with milk, please, no sugar.” You answered without expression.
He smiled and then got more comfortable in his chair as one of his servants came with everything on like he was standing at the back of your head.
You thanked the servant and took off your leg from the other out of respect, that was how you were raised, and Harry noticed it.
“Okay, love, we have five parties, each of them may include different people, each of them has a different theme, in each of them I want you to perform two times.” He said as he poured more wine in his glass. “Your tea is getting cold.”
“I don’t like my hot drinks hot enough to burn my tongue.” You smiled at him politely, “I need to know each theme so I can choose the right suit. Also, can I choose my own songs? I can’t dance to some rap or whatever the fuck you people listen to.”
He laughed, he thought you were funny, “Of course, darling, I’ll tell you everything you need to know and you can choose your own songs.”
He looked down and saw that you have an anklet on, different from the one you wore at the club, he fucked you in his head with the anklet on enough times already.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, he was surprised actually that he was being polite, maybe because he saw that you were so polite that he couldn’t be a dick head anymore with you.
“Of course.”
“Where are you from?”
You smiled to yourself; you hear that question too many times.
“I am not from here, I immigrated to the USA two years ago. It doesn’t matter where I’m from, I want to forget all about it.” You stopped smiling and looked him in the eyes, those green eyes, “Now, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Yeah, anything you want, beauty.” He answered.
“Could you taste my tea to see if it’s not so hot so I could drink it?”
He smiled at you, he didn’t know what to think of you, you were a lot of things all at once. He saw you being so violent to him, so polite to the servants, potty tongue, yet so cute that you can’t take a hot drink. He was curious.
He did what you asked him to, it was now cold enough for you to drink, he saw that you sipped from the same place he sipped from. You were beautiful before him, your hair is shiny, your eyes are wide enough for him to see that color of them, your skin seemed so soft, your smell stuck up his nose. You dragged him to you, not even realizing it.
He coughed, trying to shake away the tension building in his pants, “You’ll get to know each theme the day before the party. If you want to get new suits you could only reach to Jack and he’ll do whatever you want.”
“Thanks, but no thanks, if those are your rules then so be it. I have my own designer to take care of that. I need to go inside to sleep before tomorrow, Harry. Could you, please, tell me what is the theme of tomorrow’s party?” You rolled your eyes.
“Black. Only black is allowed.” He kind of ordered.
“Okay then.” You drank the last bit of your tea and stood up, you walked your way to the mansion, but only a few steps until you stopped and looked around and said, “I don’t get disgusted easily. Good night, Gatsby.”
You smiled and left.
--
Harry sat in his bed with a girl sleeping next to him right after he gave her a good fuck thinking of you. Gatsby. Your face while smiling stuck in his head enough to take in every little detail, beauty, and flaw. He has never seen anyone so intimidating, yet so polite.
He felt like he wanted to fuck you, yes. But he felt something more. Curiosity.
He stood up in his boxers, looking at the ceiling, you were right on the floor above him, he wondered what you were doing.
--
Next morning you called Jack and asked him if there was a gym nearby, he told you that there was one on the second floor, so you got in your tight leggings and sports bra that hugged your breasts perfectly, having big ones made life harder for you.
You pulled your hair in a bun and brought your water bottle with you and went down to the second floor and explored until you found a room full of gym equipment.
You did some stretching first, and then you heard the door open as you were about to do some squats in front of the huge mirror. You saw Harry getting in, wearing black shorts and totally bare chest.
“Good morning, love.” He said and took a look at you.
“Good morning.” You responded before minding your own business.
You didn’t look at him much, you stopped yourself from doing that, you completely knew that these kinds of men are the ones that get girls throwing themselves at all the time. And that was not something you intended to be, you knew that you were special, and no man could ever make you fall at his feet no matter how hot he was.
“How many languages do you speak, y/n?” He asked out of no where and you didn’t bother look at him, but you could see him warming up.
“That is a random question. I speak English, Arabic, and Italian.” You answered with a blank face and held some weights before going on with your squats again.
“Wow, that is incredible!” he said looking at you, he never let his eyes away anyways. He noticed that you didn’t look at him not even for once, that kind of bothered him.
You didn’t answer to that, and he felt like you hated his guts and he had no idea why. He got closer to you and stood behind you, “You’re doing that wrong baby.”
He put his hands on the weights you carried and that’s when you stood again and turned around with the weights still in your hands, you felt like you could hit him with them.
“Let’s set things straight, Harry. I know you like me; I don’t like you. You bother me, I’ve been doing this since I was fifteen and I don’t need an English boy to tell me how to do things. I don’t like men who always get what they want, because I don’t get what I want. Does that make me a weird, envious bitch? Maybe yes. But I don’t care. Stay out of my way, I’m not looking for a fuck.” You said and lift the weights to his chest and he automatically held them.
With that, you left the gym room and he stood there with an open mouth.
--
“Harry, what is this fucking sudden obsession over a dancer?” Michael asked while sitting in the chair by Harry’s desk.
“It’s not an obsession, Mike. That girl makes my head boil!” He shouted lighting a cigarette.
“Why’s that? She’s just not into you, she told you clearly that she’s not looking forward to getting fucked by you, that’s all. Can’t you really accept that?”
“It’s not that, Mike. FUCK!” He threw the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, “She wouldn’t even look at me, like I’m a fucking rat or something. Does she really think I am that bad person?”
“Maybe it’s because you gave her the feeling that she was some fuck toy.”
“She is not! I really want to get to know her, she sounds so fucking smart, Mike. Apart from her being incredibly sexy, she sounds like she knows everything about me which she doesn’t. I just want her to talk to me, even look at me.”
“Are you having a crush on her?”
“Isn’t that obvious, you little fuck?”
“Already? It’s only been three days.” Michael said and Harry glared at him.
“Alright, you should have a conversation with her, get to know her, you know what? You should ask her for dinner.” Michael suggested and Harry thought about it.
--
You were getting ready for the party, and you had a surprise for the host. You didn’t hate him, but he was just like what you said, a man that got whatever he wanted, and you hated men that had everything. It makes you feel like an object around them.
You heard a knock on your door and Angela went to open it enough for you to not be seen.
“Can I speak with y/n?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Styles. She’s getting ready, you could speak from over here.” Angela apologized truthfully.
“Y/N, are you ready? I want you down there in fifteen minutes, please.” He added that please just to sound nicer.
“She says okay. Excuse me, Mr. Styles, I’m sorry.” Angela said closing the door in his face softly.
‘Why the fuck is she avoiding me?’ He thought to himself.
He went down again by the pool to greet his guests who all wore black, he has set a small stage by the pool so you could feel as special as you wanted.
People were talking and giggling, talking money, talking shit Harry couldn’t care less about. His black suit suffocated him, he hated suits, but he had to wear them.
Your words kept ringing in his head,
“I don’t like men who always get what they want, because I don’t get what I want. I don’t like men who always get what they want, because I don’t get what I want.”
He had this urge to talk to you, to let you know that he no longer wanted anything to do with you if you didn’t want. He wanted to just speak to you.
From afar he saw Jack that nodded at him as a cue that you were ready to enter.
Harry cleared his throat when saw you entering in your black mantle and heading to the small stage. He spoke loudly as the music stopped so everyone could hear, “Thank you everyone for coming. I’d like to introduce to you my surprise,” He pointed at you and you smiled at them. “This is the amazing dance y/n, who is super talented and super annoying. I can guarantee that you’re going to watch something you’ll never forget.”
And with that everyone applauded before the music you chose started. Again, weird songs to the people here.
You gave them your back and just at the right time you dropped your mantle. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at you in a red suit that barely covered you, you had a small waist accessory on, a golden anklet.
You started your performance which was different from what Harry saw before. Just in the middle of the song you made your way down to the audience and shook your hips and hit one of men with them, he laughed and automatically started dancing with you. You made your way to Harry whose eyebrows were furrowed at you, you enjoyed how bothered he looked that you didn’t keep to the theme of the party.
But he couldn’t stay mad as you gave him your back and danced your way back to him almost touching his chest, not stopping your belly from swaying or your hips from popping for a second. That was when you pulled your hair and threw it on his shoulder, he almost smelled it. Then, you pulled your back down on his chest, he got a very nice view of your breasts, which you shook while looking in his eyes from your position.
You took his hand and put it on your waist as you started swaying that part of your waist so his hand could go wherever your waist was going. He smirked and put his mouth right above your ear, “You’re giving me mixed signals, love.”
“I am a lioness, Gatsby, might get used to it.”
You pulled away from him and started dancing again with other people.
Lioness? What the fuck does that mean?
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Hype Train!
F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC
Part 2~
His Info: 📹✨
Part: 1 2 3
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, extortion, pet names not given by ML (kitten, good girl), little angsty possibly?, smut will start in the next part!🐶✨!
“Sup Jazzy” his own voice says to him.
“Sup Devvy, how’re you and Issac?”
“Awww, did you just call cause you missed us?” they say in an mocking tone, their voice changing to one of their own mid way through the sentence.
“Always, but that’s not why I called.” He sends a copy of some of your cat cam footage that he sped watched through. “I just need the name of the dick hole at 57:32. I’d do it myself but I don’t want to look that thing up on my work computer.”
“Ooooo! I see why you need that info. She’s mine and Issac’s type too… Sent!”
“Thanks. This still doesn’t pay me back by the way.”
“Figures, I am using your face and all.”
“Yeah ‘nd my face is hot. You’ll owe me for a long time you filthy fuckin’ sadist.”
“Takes one to know one,” they say through a smirk. “Hey Jasper,” their head tilts in curiosity, “your girl just left her building…”
“What?” He pulls up some of the other cameras in the building to look. The second floor has a bling camera that pinged it’s owner’s phone just now.
Sure enough you’re seen walking down the stairs in front of that door. You have a baking pan in hands with one birthday candle sticking out of what looks like chocolate cake.
“Why is she going out at this time? it’s like 3am for her. Has she done this before? does she always bring cake, and nothing else?”
Not even a second passes, “Looks like once a month. She goes out at two-ish, I followed her through the ground cameras to a factory. Sending all footage from the last time now. And coordinates for current active cameras near the perceived destination.”
“Shit. A factory?! What could she possibly be doing at a place like that at three in the fucking morning. That’s so dangerous. Watch her until she gets home. And I don’t know, fucking, blow somethin’ up if shit starts to go down. I have to take a flight. ‘Nd, don’t go outside for a while, unless you get a new face in the meantime.”
“Awww, but I like your face,” they pout.
“Me too! Just kidnap someone for a minute, and deal with it. jeeze. You’ll figure it out.”
“Or I could—”
“Bye Dev.in, i’ll be in contact, and if something happens to her, you’re never getting out of my contract.”
“I hate being indebted to a filthy fucking sadist like you.” they fake a sigh, not actually upset.
“Takes one to know one.” Jasper hangs up abruptly, already packing up three laptops, and their accessories to go.
Sure enough, you’ve walked all the way to a factory at 3am.
You’re running a little late tonight…
He can wait… You think.
He’s already extorting you double, almost triple your rent now.
He can wait.
“Fuck!” You hurry.
All you brought is that stupid hollow cake filled with a plastic bag of cash, and a lighter. Like always.
Eventually you get there, none the wiser that you’re being watched over by a sort of guardian angel this time.
They invisibly follow as you swerve through dark alley ways. You take slightly different routes every time.
Dev.in sits watching, waiting, finding everything nearby that they could hack if they need to cause a distraction to hopefully save you if it comes to that.
You’ve done this so many times before, usually just out of a camera’s reach.
They get into the satellites, replaying footage, as it is unfolding in real time, comparing.
On more than one time you’ve gotten attacked.
Jasper isn’t going to like that.
He already doesn’t approve of this.
You hobble dazedly to the ER when that happens, but you still go to the drop off point first.
What could be more important or scary than that, that you’d not see a doctor first?
The satellite and the real time footage all play out similarly:
You meet the same man.
He grabs you
He kisses you on the cheek.
You light the candle.
He blows it out.
He leans in to say something into your ear.
You walk either home, or to the hospital depending.
Dogs are out barking viciously nearby.
You don’t even flinch at any of this anymore.
This has been going on for more than a year it seems.
What is in that cake?
“The cake you wanted.” You shift uncomfortably, holding the pan out in offering. “And sorry I was running a little late.”
“It’s okay,” He gives you that smile that sends a freezing chill right down into your bones. “things happen,” He shrugs.
He kisses you on the cheek, and leans further to tell you how much you owe them next month and the day he wants you to come.
His menthol cigarette scent makes you nauseous the closer he gets to you.
Intrusive and rough hands grope up your arms and one rests now under your chin.
He makes you feel filthy.
You’re grimacing.
“I trust you Kitten, besides… you know i’ll get my money one way or another.” His grip tightens and your face scrunches harder. “You’d hate to go back into the pit right? Now go on home and be a good girl until we meet again…” his grip is so tight you stifle a whine.
You turn and walk away again. Keeping your pace even, and your head held high.
You almost blend into the underground world.
Almost.
A man with a blade that glints in the cameras is following you back home.
While you fiddle with the main door’s lock and your keys, your hands tremble, displaying how terrified you really are.
Dev.in starts a car parked directly behind you.
You manage to stumble inside while the guy is distracted.
You lean against the inside of the front door, a relieved, and beyond stressed sigh leaves your chest.
Then you head upstairs, fatigued just like every time prior.
You have a fitful rest, filled to the brim with nightmares that constantly wake you up, panting and clutching your chest.
The dawn finally comes. The sun is more than welcome as it shines through the slits between your blackout curtains.
You jump out of bed, not wanting to try and sleep any longer.
You have today off work, thank goodness.
As soon as your computer is on, and dipcord is open, you get a DM, “Hey! Sorry I had to suddenly leave last night! getting a little overworked rn. Wanna VC soon?”
You call him this time.
The longer it rings, the harder your heart pounds.
“Hey there, Y/N, I forgot to tell you somethin’ last night.”
“Oh really?” You try not to sound nervous, or stressed but he can hear it all in your sleepy inflections.
“I have a meet up comin’ up soon!” He didn’t until last night though. “It’s in (a city near you), is that close to you at all? My viewers have been begging me to bring you since they met you!” He isn’t wholly lying, they really do love you already.
“What?! really!” your excitement overpowers you precarious emotional state, “That’s actually super close to me! I think I can afford the trip…” You sigh, remembering work, “Wait, um what day…?”
He frowns, his heart spreading a tingling sharp pain all the way down to his left hand, “I-I can change it! i-if you can’t make the day! when are your days off next month?”
“No!” ops, that came out a little too loud, “Uh, no, sorry. I can’t have you do that. I mean, what if your viewers already changed their schedule?” You sigh.
He hasn’t even told them yet, nobody’s schedule can be impacted.
He scrubs the footage from the bling camera downstairs to see your schedule quickly, you seem to have one day off a week… What the fuck? He thinks… And so much overtime, how little are they paying you?
“Jasper…?”
“Oh sorry! i only got like three hours of sleep last night,” he chuckles”
“Oh no! that’s not good, you should try and nap after this!” you sound so genuinely stressed for him. His pain evaporates.
“It’s on Tuesday the 12th. Is that doable?”
You sigh in relief, “Yes! I actually can! that’s so cool! it falls right on one of my days off!” Your gut flips, something feels so off…
Maybe it’s just the residual feeling from last night?
“Awesome! I’ll definitely be takin’ that nap soon then,” he laughs such a perfect and easy laugh, it somehow eases your entire being beyond belief.
Tears start prickling your eyes, and he hears your tiny sniffle.
“Is somethin’ the matter Y/N?” His voice is so gentle again. he makes you imagine a summer morning in a sprawling golden field. It’s like sun on your skin for the first time in so long…
Yes. God yes. your life. That’s what’s wrong. How the fuck did you get in half the predicaments you’re currently in? “No,” You fake a yawn, “I’m just a little sleepy, I guess we’re in the same boat there!” you let out a laugh that sounds more strained than you wanted.
You can’t cry yet.
Don’t cry yet.
Please.
Do. Not. cry.
I’m gonna take a nap too! sorry I-I have to go!” Your voice cracks, “sleep well, Jasper…”
You hang up without giving him a chance to say anything more. Without the chance to catch you.
and the second that app is closed, your dam bursts.
You feel like screaming, and you feel hoarse like you already have been.
How long ago was the last time you’ve cried?
The last time you’ve even felt safe enough to cry.
“Jazzy! my man-”
“Dev, I need ya to black this entire town out for an hour.”
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𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒
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synopsis. you and Angel might have gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe that's what you want him to think.
pairing. angel torres x reader
word count. 2.8k
genre and warnings. +18 MDI, Haywood!fem!reader, incel!Angel, movie canon(mostly), adhd and autism head canons, sibling!trope, masterbating, voyeurism, pwp, porn with plot but barely plot, mentions sub/dom | — I NEED MORE ANGEL TORRES FICS ON HERE.
After their father’s strange passing, the Haywood siblings planned to meet back at home.
The eldest daughter, Y/n, heard about her father's death through a blunt and simple phone call from OJ, her older brother, who would usually only text her when the holiday or birthday came around.
Y/n didn't know how to stomach the news of being away from the small town and living in the cities for so long that mentions of the ranch were almost foreign to the ear.
She also didn't know how to feel knowing that OJ had even waited a few weeks after their father's death to finally settle with calling her.
Y/n felt like a shit daughter for not even knowing about the funeral that had passed the same night she was out at the club celebrating the free shots with her girlfriends while her own brother was suffering all alone at that ranch.
The phone call alone was enough to get her to pack her bags. She knew OJ needed her even if he didn't say it.
She just knew, hopping onto the first plane that she could get on such short notice out of the city and back to the dustball of land that she once called home.
Y/n had spent most of the plane ride blaming herself. His cause of death just not making any sense made her anxieties worse.
A huge part of her feeling guilty for kicking rocks the moment she came of age was regretfully purposely applying for colleges out of state, being an angsty teenager wanting to be as far away from her family as possible.
The moment that Y/n had stepped foot off the plane, her iPhone buzzed from the pocket of her sweater, some of the notifications even chiming, causing a pause in her music, not letting the poor Baby Keem song play without the iMessage bling cutting into every lyric.
the family group chat blowing up with messages, Y/n scrolled through the new notifications of Emerald's sending voice memos instead of texts, while OJ would respond with simple one-word replies or even emojis.
Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the two’s back and forth.
Y/n: plane just landed, be there soon.
Em: FINALLY !!
OJ: 👍🏿👍🏿
When Y/n had gotten to the ranch, the sun had already set. She was polite enough to not make the cab driver take her past the long driveway that stretched all the way to the ranch.
She handed the man a hefty tip for being the one out of many taxis she called to take her all the way out there before shooing off to enjoy the rest of his night.
Y/n dragged her suitcase the rest of the way down the dirt road. She trudged her suitcase with one hand while searching for her phone in the overflowing pockets of her sweatpants, only to press the power button and receive no response.
The closer she got, the more she could hear the loud music blasting from the windows of the wooden home.
The woman almost jumped out of her skin, noticing the horse running straight past her towards the stables.
"Where there's a horse, there's an OJ." Y/n muttered the saying into the dark night. It was something that the Haywood girls would say to tease their older brother growing up.
The atmosphere in the ranch seemed to have changed; something different, more uneasy about it as Y/n changed her pace, turning around in search of the runaway horse.
A shudder ran down her spine as the overhanging lights in the stable seemed to drain their beam of light, halting her from taking another step inside of the horse stable.
"Oh, what the fuck," Y/n shouts as if she were scolding the lights for acting up.
Not taking another step into the stables seemed to be a perfect idea, turning her head and spotting OJ’s and the lights of his four-wheeler at the near end of the property gate.
Staring up into the sky, she didn't want to ask, nor was she even at the distance. watching him stare from the sky at her as if the woman standing in the field wasn’t real.
"Your ass gone stand there all day?" There was no harshness behind her question, despite her yelling tone echoing off the flat land.
The greeting was enough for OJ to drive the four-wheeler close enough to let Y/n throw her suitcase in the back and hop into the passenger seat.
"You should of seen the lights in the stables." Y/n groaned, "Shit looked like something outta a horror movie. I'm not playing man."
There were no formal greetings exchanged between the two, no hugs or handshakes despite the siblings not seeing each other in a number of years; the conversation between the two picked up just like they hadn’t spent that much time apart.
That and since Y/n had grown up with OJ, she knew he wasn’t really much for verbal communication.
She never held it against him, her and Emerald being the two Haywood siblings to talk off anyone's ear that would have the misfortune of listening.
"Aye! Em! You seen the lights too?" Not even parked yet, the woman was yelling at her younger sister who stood perched with her torso out the window.
"Yeah, I saw that shit, where the ghost?" Whatever happened was enough to spook OJ. The younger woman gave a glance towards him, staring up at something in the sky.
"What?" Y/n asked, bumping into his shoulder, wanting to know what he was staring up at.
"I don't know..."
Those were the three words that started it all, reviewing the security tapes from cameras that looked older than the dirt on the ground.
The look on OJ’s face was enough to get the two women in the room to grow with worry, knowing that their older brother was never one to express much of his emotions openly; it was odd to see him linger with such unsureness.
Taking the night to rest up in their old bedrooms, the next morning, rising with the sun with a game plan for the day.
"You know, I'm broke, right?" OJ shot down Emerald, who sat in the back seat rambling about things she could spice up the family business with.
Y/n, leaning up from the passenger seat, using her pointer finger to reapply a thin shear layer of gloss to her lips and skin, already suffering under the humid air, was happy that she didn't have to worry much about her hair being tucked away unbothered in long box braids.
"We’ll use my money." Y/n glanced at OJ, not bothering to turn her head as both siblings side-eyed the suggestion, sharing a knowing look before bursting out in a short laugh.
"Y’all shut up, look." leaning from the back seats and shoving her phone in Y/n’s face. She winced at the sudden brightness, making her eyes squint, pushing the screen away.
"Damn, turn your brightness down, grandma."
"Girl, shut up," Emerald chided in a very little sibling-like manner.
"The point is, a website like Cyber Dominion will pay five to a hundred K for photographic evidence of UFOs and shit." Y/n made a face of surprise towards OJ, knowing that he needed that money to at least stay stable.
Any hustle for business would be a good hustle.
"And that’s just what I saw on the first go." Emerald continued once she noticed she had pulled in their attention. OJ had a thing with eating and walking, and Y/n noticed it.
She also noticed that once Emerald would get hooked on something, there was no way for anyone to power her off. Both having their own quirks, personalities, and traits yet so similar.
"Now that I'm thinking about it, fuck Cyber Dominion." Emerald rambled, from the car to the store aisle, with theories and thoughts. The two other siblings were used to it.
"This shit right here is a moment, our moment. We set it up, released it the right way. I'm talking rich and famous for life." powered on, nothing could stop her now.
"How you doing?" Except for herself, Emerald pauses her rambling to give a flirty smirk to a passing woman. "You look pretty."
Y/n paid only a little mind to the conversation, her right ear poking out of her headphones to give the impression that she was listening as the other speaker blasted music.
She stayed in front of the shopping cart, her arm reaching back to drag the buggy on its wheels behind the trail of her sneakers, her eyes scanning over the items displayed along the isle, nothing really catching her eye in terms of ‘UFO sighting gear', not that she knew much about them in the first place.
"Excuse me, I can help you over here." A bored-looking employee caught the trio's attention from the help desk.
He hunched over, not thinking much of him or the fact that his eyes were quick to check out Y/n from her spot beside the cart.
"Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you're looking for today?" His tone didn't seem to let up even while he was scanning the items OJ placed on the counter.
"You have a pretty name," Y/n’s compliment seemed to set him off more.
Angel lifts his uniform lanyard and mutters a thank you without making much eye contact, instead glancing at the wide variety of cheap security gear pulled from the cart.
"What happened? Did you guys get robbed?" He asked with genuine sounding curiosity.
“Mm-Hmm.”
“Why do you care?”
“Yeah, you know.”
Spoken at the same time from the siblings, "Well, all these new cameras, they have a backup battery power." He dragged the end of his sentence out, typing information into his company computer.
"But the outages affect the power in the battery shit too, like cell phones," OJ informed him.
Angel looked tickled by the new information, almost as if he were speaking to elderly people who had never witnessed technology a day in their lives.
"Okay, all right." His cocky and ignorant start had already earned a grimace from Y/n as she shifted her weight to lean against the cart.
"Cell phones, they don't just drop in power. Right? I mean, maybe your wifi dropouts whenever your system dips—"
“Ight pretty boy, just get to the point.” Y/n cut off her hand pointing in his direction as the sibling stood in silent agreement, making the blonde glare at her with an equal amount of annoyance.
"My point is—I don't know, maybe you're just in some UFO hot spot or something." With even more sarcasm than his first comment, neither Angel nor Y/n backed down from whatever passive-aggressive argument they had formed in the short amount of time.
"No believes in that." Emerald chuckles, Angel practically crumbling under the weight of the glare that both the Haywood sisters were giving him.
★ . . . !
The moment that Angel made it back to work from the ranch, the Haywood siblings were all he could think about.
He spent the rest of the shift monitoring their home cameras from his desk. He was left alone with the two monitors in front of him.
It took awhile for Angel to in fact catch on that Y/n was flirting.
The woman was rather aggressive if anything, but every snarky comment and sarcastic reply always seemed to be followed by that same mischievous smirk.
While he was setting up the cameras, his body would respond before his mouth.
It didn't help that she was the first woman that had even shown interest in him since his breakup with his ex-girlfriend who practically ruined his image of ever falling in love again.
But he wasn't doing this for Y/n; that would be morally wrong.
The promise to his boss that he would be closing up soon was broken an hour ago as time continued to pass.
He was in too deep, using the arrow keys to constantly switch through every surveillance angle he could get around the home.
His fingers follow a repetitive pattern: camera one, then camera two, camera one, camera two.
It was a boring and long pattern, and his eyes were searching for something, anything to keep him entertained for the rest of the night.
Getting up to stretch his legs, he snatches a bag of chips from the vending machine in hopes of getting rid of the numb feeling of pickling in his legs from sitting too long.
As Angel plopped back down in his seat, he played around with the angles of the camera out of boredom, checking how far it could zoom and if the bolted swivels allowed him to get a full 360 view of the land.
What he didn't expect to see was to see Y/n lounging in her bedroom, laying on her twin-sized bed across from her open bedroom window.
She was dressed in comfortable sleepwear, some oversized shirt that swallowed her frame, peeking from under what seemed to be old shorts from how they squeezed around the plush of her thighs.
Angel knew it was a huge invasion of her privacy to be watching her mindlessly swipe through her phone that faced away from him, leaving him guessing what she was doing.
"What are you doing?" Nessie asked in her usual creepy manner, somehow appearing in front of the desk without Angel even taking notice of her.
The male was quick to tab out of the cam view, not wanting his coworkers, let alone anyone, to find out that he was breaking company protocol to peep on some girl he was fascinated with.
“What—nothing, what are you doing?”
Nessi only responded with a simple shrug, her bored expression and blank eyes not giving any indication of his dirty little hobby. "I'll be in the back, tell me when you close." were her departing words as she stepped away, disappearing through the store's isles.
When he tabbed back, everything seemed normal outside.
He actually remembered to check up in the sky where the camera was originally supposed to be pointed before swerving back towards the bedroom window, the sight of what he saw making his breath hitch.
The grainy camera feed displayed Y/n still lying with her back against her mattress, but in a shifted position where her legs were spread apart under the blankets.
Angel wasn’t stupid. He knew he had caught the woman pleasuring herself.
If he were as good of a person as he considered himself to be, he would have let Y/n have her privacy, turned the camera, and watched the sky... but the sudden pulse in his dick made him think otherwise.
Watching as her head tilted back in the bliss of what her fingers were doing out of view, Angel leans closer to the screen, staring into the pixels he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from.
A groan was pulled from his throat as he buried his face in his hands. "What the fuck am I doing?" was the question that lingered on his lips.
As he leaned back in his office chair, his curious fingers twitched against the denim of his black jeans, as did his growing erection, which strained against the material.
His hands unbuttoned the front of his pants, trembling as he pulled down the zipper.
A sharp sigh pushed from his chest before he could catch himself, as the touch of his fingers against his own begging length paired with the full shot of Y/n setting down her phone to fondle her breast under her shirt was enough to almost drive him up the wall.
As his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the cum that leaked from his tip coated his fingers, and his breath was heavy as he watched her back arch against the mattress, her lips parting, and her eyes squeezed shut.
Angel tries to keep pace, his hips bucking in rhythm to the way Y/n’s arm would flex, toying with herself under that cursed blanket. He wanted to see everything, to hear her moan.
The thought of the woman even touching him in general enlightened something in him, the build up of his orgasm finally bubbling over as he cums into his fist, still stroking himself, turning into a whimpering mess as he refused to tear his eyes away from the screen.
He imagines his name falling from her lips, her degrading words forcing him into submission.
He wanted to be just for her, to please her enough for that spine shutter glare to soften just a bit for her to praise him.
When Y/n finishes, her legs drop flat against the mattress, her chest rising with each breath that she should take from her open mouth.
Angel is jolted at the eye contact she makes with the camera. Still catching her breath, one arm reaches into the air and forms a middle finger.
His eyes widen as the woman stands up and stalks towards her bedroom window; before she can yank her curtains closed, she pouts her lips out, blowing a teasing kiss towards the lens before falling silently into laughter.
"That was so hot of her" Nessi input from behind him.
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☆ ♡ Hands up! ♡ ☆
+parings; ☆ blackfem!bimbo x mean!stoner Gojo☆
+synopsis; Gojo has had enough of his classmates - especially you - so when the two of you are paired up he realises he can’t suppress his anger. will the party you’ll be attending later give him enough time to finally air out? ♡
+warnings; rough sex, crude language, squirting, hate sex?, oral - fem and masc receiving -, fingering, sub space, overstimulation, teasing, creampie, cervix fucking, black reader but no explicit description degrading, praising, man - handling, impact play, drug and alcohol mentioned, reader is called pretty girl, crybaby, baby, heavy dacryphillia♡
Your heels clattered loudly on the glossy floor, the empty auditorium reverberating to the sound as your short skirt rode up. The glossiest gloss you could find in your purse was used as normal to accentuate and gloss up your lips. The chain around your neck had a blinged-out ak-47 charm dangling above your boobs. You brushed your pink highlights in your blonde hair away from your face as the raspberry-flavoured gum burst.
As the jingling of your jewellery echoed across the room, you took a seat at the rear and took the time to put out your belongings. You waited for your instructor to start the class while you sat quietly. The door swung open, and much to your dismay, stood an all too familiar face.
Satoru Gojo. You could just sense his smug grin plastered on his face as yours dropped. His affliction shirt hung loose as his baggy black trousers scraped across the floor. His shirt had a skull with wings coming off the side and matching trousers too. His bb-belt reflected the light of the auditorium.
You've never been able to determine why Satoru had an implicit animosity for you. His negative attitude caused you to become negative in kind, and you inevitably started to dislike one another. He scowled every time the two of you met, never missing an opportunity to make petty comments whether it's in regards to your looks, outfit or personality.
Satoru's bright blue eyes rolled back as he diverted to you. As neither of you broke your eye contact, the tension grew immediately. He huffed, his backpack slumped haphazardly over his shoulder. His hair was, as per-usual, messily brushed up in a poor attempt to get it out of his face.
You got sick from Satoru. He enraged you. He was essentially dead to you, if anything. Satoru didn't say anything as he approached you before turning right and heading away. You suddenly released a breath that you hadn't even realised you had been holding before turning to face your lecturer. You don't know what time he entered. But you already knew that Satoru's presence had wrecked your day. Students began typing as soon as the lesson started, with you among them, taking a moment now and then to check yourself in the mirror and touch up your lip gloss.
Your professor briefly mentioned the fact that you have a month to complete your course work plus an essay with feedback he'd give you throughout this month, and that he would expect you to work in pairs. While the others sat in eager expectation of hearing whose name would be called after theirs, some sighed in distress. And you weren't an exception.
As the name of the person whose name was called after yours was spoken, officially referring to you two as a pair, your heart began to rush. There was no way this could happen. Everything was going smoothly. This is just not possible.
Students dispersed and gathered when the bell that marked the end of the period, rang. You went down the stairs to the professor. "Sir, I don't think-" Your teacher cut you off mid-sentence and said, "If it's about the pairing, I don't want to hear it. Working with a co-worker you don't get along with won't be the worst of your troubles in the actual world of work.” You took a breath and were instantly silenced by his sharp tone.
To avoid making any more sly remarks, you bit your lip. You were aware that you should not fight with your teacher. Turning around on your heels, you walked toward your dorm room. Being partnered with someone you hated was less of a concern for you than other things.
Your room was painted a bright pink colour, giving it the appearance of a fever dream. You felt like a Barbie as every corner was hot pink. As your cushions were fluffed to perfection, your king-sized bed stood tall and proud. The velvety comforter had "doll face" sewn on it was covered in pink and black zebra design. Your bathroom was decorated similarly, with hot pink bath towels drying on the rack. Soon after, you started your self-care regimen, heating your bath to the perfect temperature to give you the deepest sense of fulfilment. You were dressed entirely in lacy pink undies and purple silk bratz robe, with pin up rollers in your hair and a purple bonnet covering it.
At 11 o'clock this evening, Suguru Getou hosted a party, so you had to turn heads as you entered. Your thoughts wandered to the idea of people swarming you and complimenting your clothes as usual. You sat on the sofa watching Incantation. You huffed, waiting for the time to go by and debated on whether you should spend this time starting on your course work.
Your daydream was broken by an abrupt knock at the door. You jerked and lowered your eyes to your phone. Only 4:34 had passed. You weren't planning on meeting anyone soon. Another round of impatient knocks rang out around your room before you could gather your thoughts. You stood to open the door; pissed. Your sour expression was replaced with a look of confusion.
Satoru Gojo was once again standing before you. His low eyes glared at you while a smug smirk spread across his face. The stench of marijuana crept into your nostrils and soon filled the entire room as you clenched your face in a grimace. "You ready to start the coursework, babe?" Your expression changed. Satoru could not possibly be here start the coursework while so inebriated. “What the fuck you doing here? Talking ‘bout coursework,” You reprimanded him for being here in the state he’s in: "Look at you, you can't even see straight, bitch,” He groaned as he kissed his teeth. Obviously, he didn't register a thing you said.
You sigh and clicked your teeth. There would be no dream work with this "team work." You huffed, ultimately deciding to kick him out of your dorm. Attempting to shut the door did nothing but make the boy whine and complain. "Come on man, I gotta get full marks on this course work or my dads gonna, like, kill me," he raised his hands. You tutted, thinking what to do.
Satoru gave a loud grunt as you ushered him inside and shoved him into the room. You slammed the door behind you before turning around and leaning against the door. You looked at the mess in front of you. Babysitting was not your idea of fun. The sneer on Satoru's face didn't waver while he stood there waiting to be told what to do. You crossed your arms and wondered what to do with the lost cause. He was waiting there patiently for you to say anything or perhaps even instruct him.
It was clear what Satoru felt about you. You didn't appeal to him. He hated you. He hated both your ditzy attitude and the sickening sweetness of your voice. How your doe eyes blinked at each word he uttered, which he found repulsive. And most of all, he hated how he couldn’t have you.
Before speaking, Gojo gave you a quick glance. “You gotta unwind, baby. Here…” He chuckled light-heartedly. As unusual as it was, your shoulders relaxed at his voice. His voice seemed soft? He wasn’t as harsh with his tone like he usually is. He gave you a direct glance before digging into his pocket for the weed and a lighter. "Ya' know how to roll? Or do you need me to teach you, pretty?” Your brows wrinkled in perplexity. There is no way he was trying to get you high when you had coursework to complete. You sat down next to him on the ground, crossing your legs.
Although a part of you wanted to object, the other part told you to just fuck it all. You removed the half-rolled blunt from his fingertips, added more cannabis to the tip, and then tightly wound it up. Your gaze stayed fixed on his as you took the lighter and brought it between your lips and lit the tip up. His eyes widened in sudden infatuation. You took one deep puff before bringing the spliff to his lips. He opened his mouth, just enough for the tip to go in, without objection.
You giggled and clasped your hands together. “Dumb bitch, what you giggling for now?” he mocked you while laughing. By now, the two of you were lying on the sofa whilst watching Scary Movie 2. Your legs were sprawled all across the surface of the sofa. Gojo had a pillow laid across his lap. That he squeezed every time a jumpscare came on the screen.
You had ought to smack him but self control was holding you back. Time was passing quick and the party wouldn’t wait for you. Fuck the course work. You’d come back to it tomorrow (if you weren’t hung over).
After the two of you nearly finished the blunt you’d been sharing, looked at the time. It had only been about 30 minutes. There was no way. It had felt as if 3 hours had passed and you could tell Gojo was starting to feel the same way.
You turned to Satoru to tell him to leave, but he must have already got the hint and walked towards the door without a word.
And then you were alone. Again.
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Your dress hiked up, and the dazzling lights flashed in your eyes. Although the skin-tight outfit was unpleasant, it hugged your curves the finest and undoubtedly attracted attention. Your pretty head's lovely curls were moving up and down to the same beat as your boobs. The drug from earlier still had trace amounts in your system, however you still managed to function somewhat normally, despite being really buzzy.
By shoving your way past other partygoers and moving swiftly in his direction, you approached Getou. In addition to having girls swarming about him and squealing with excitement whenever he talked, his brilliant smile could be seen for miles. You embraced him with wide arms. Now that your childhood best friend was an adult, you felt like a proud mother. You told Getou it was his special day and gave him a playful peck on the cheek.
Meanwhile, Satoru was watching you embrace Suguru while he sipped on what appeared to be the last of the cheap booze he had in his cup. The sound of Coming Down by The Weeknd resounded in your ears as you went to get a drink. You still felt a bit buzzed from early however you couldn’t care less.
A few kids - including Suguru - were on the sofa doing balloons and smart whip. A familiar white haired boy caught your attention. His eyes hung low and were now a deep blue and had a glossy sheen over them. He seemed to be in some trance, his eyes fixated on one spot.
Satoru slouched down on the sofa, his lap practically inviting you to sit on it. Your pussy throbbed at the idea. All the hatred you felt for the man was slowly simmering down and simply dissipating into nothing. You set down your drink, before making your way. You stood in front of his hard gaze before his eyes trailed your body and made its way up to your face. “What is it, babe?” he asked. Whatever drugs he took before the party seemed to have a similar effect on you that it had on him. The two of you seemed somewhat civil.
“Nothing. Just wanted to see how you were doing,” you bent over with your hand on his cheek caressing it softly as you whispered into his ear while you wore a cheeky grin. You giggled as he became visibly flustered. You adjusted yourself so you were basically straddling him, his hand finding comfort on your waist.
The tension building between the two of you was high and increasing with every passing second. His hot breath made your ears burn as slick pooled in between your legs. His dick got harder with every motion as you gently rocked back and forth on it. His hands moved up and down your waist. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you; there wasn’t any need, you could read each other's thoughts through your eyes. You placed a gentle kiss on his neck before getting up to leave. His hand tightened its grip on your wrist just as your hand was ready to elude his grasp. “Where d’you think you’re going, pretty? You’re gonna do all that, then leave me here begging?” he feigned his hurt. But you knew. You were aware of his intense desire for you. Despite the fact that he would call you all kinds of foul names.
He dragged you to the master bedroom as you squealed in protest. His grip only tightened even more. His impatience was increasing. It didn’t take an idiot to see. The door swung open and before you could blink he’d shove you onto the bed. You folded your arms and scoffed at the tall man, watching as his face turn into one if anger, “What the fuck is your problem?”
“You really need to know when to shut the fuck up,” he snorted before unbuckling his belt. He let his jeans fall before springing his hard cock free. Your pussy throbbed and clenched at the thought of being stuffed full by him.
His pretty pink tip leaked pre-cum. His cock was bent at a particular angle and two veins lay in tandem. He was well trimmed, little hairs on his pelvis. He smirked at your sudden change in facial expression before grabbing the back of your head and pushing you closer to his crotch. Your mouth watered, ready to take all of him - or most of him. He easily slid down your mouth, a deep groan rumbling from his throat. The grip on your hair tightened with every bob of your head. You gagged and gurgled on the tip, releasing it with a pop. Your mascara and eyeliner was pouring down your face as you cried from his tip constantly hitting the back of your throat. Your lip gloss and liner was now smudged all over your face as well as your spit
“Did that shut you up yet?” he chuckled as he slapped your face with the tip. “Dumb girl. You’re not deserving of my dick,” your big eyes batted at his cruel words as more tears threatened to fall. “You’re so fucking annoying. I hate you Satoru,” you spat, turning your head away from his cold and unwavering gaze.
“Don’t be like that pretty. Come here, I’ll make you love me beyond belief,” he whispered.
He caressed your face softly before leaning down to kiss you, swallowing your cries. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he pushed your head further into your mouth. Drool escaped from the side of your mouth as his other hand wandered down your waist, past your hips and stopping at your clothed pussy. He pulled his lips from yours before hiking your dress up.
He pushed your legs up and out of the way. He fingered your clit through the skimpy piece of panties you wore. “S’wet for me, baby,” he whispered into your core. You mewled as he continued to tease you. When he realised it was enough, he removed your underwear and discarded it across the room. Slick spilled from your clenching hole. “S’all for me, pretty?” he cooed. You hummed a brief response, urging him to go further. However he continued his teasing ministrations. You squirmed trying to get more stimulation towards your aching cunt.
“Oh my Gosh, this must be why you-,” before you could finish, he blew cold air onto your clit, the new sensation making you clench even tighter. He gripped your thighs and held them in place before going down to suck your throbbing bud. Your back arched and a moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harder. You immediately covered your mouth in any attempt to suppress your moan further. He licked up and down, starting at your oozing hole and finishing at your clit. Your spare hand found itself buried deep in his hair, subconsciously pushing him further. You sobbed loud as he pushed his tongue into your hole. “Filthy bitch,” he whispered to himself.
Clenching on his tongue, you could feel yourself slowly falling off the edge. Your toes curled and fat tears rolled down your cheeks. You clenched and unclenched tightly, your hips buckling towards his mouth eagerly.
He could feel that you were close. Your squeals were getting more high pitched, your legs getting shakier and your arch becoming steeper. His tongue flicked and curled itself up inside of you while his thumb toyed with your puffy clit. “Satoru-…m’close!” you gasped and squirmed away from his overwhelming touch.
Juices flowed out and into his mouth as he tongue fucked you out of your high. “Such a pretty pussy hmm..” he groaned smacking your clit. You jolted at the sensitivity, instinctively closing your legs only for him to pry them open again.
Satoru held down your hips to keep them still. He had only just started and was no where near finished. He easily slid two fingers through your slick slit eliciting a sharp hiss from you. His precise and long fingers prodded experimentally at your gummy walls in an attempt to find your spongy spot. Your hips bucked up as you made an effort to run from his chasing fingers. “Keep still for me crybaby,” he groaned.
“It’s too much! Too much!” you begged.
“But your squeezing me so tight, slut,”
You found yourself crying as he thrusted in and out with his slender fingers, reaching places you couldn’t before. You creamed and gushes around his paced fingers as you spasmed against him. You tried pushing his hand away, begging and babbling about whatever came to your empty head, however he swat your weak one elsewhere. The pressure on your bladder was becoming too intense for you. You let out a sharp hiss before splashes of clear liquid splashed Satoru’s face, breaking his trance.
You laid on the bed sprawled out. Not a single thought through your pretty little head. Satoru hadn’t even given you his cock yet and you were already fucked out. If he knew you were this sensitive, he wouldn’t have waited this long.
Satoru lined himself up with your swollen cunt. You trembled under his touch, his cock touching all the right places inside of you. “m’too sensitive! please,” you pleaded however it all fell or deaf ears for Satoru didn’t halt his movements. “S’ok crybaby,” he cooed in your ear. He fully bottomed out and waited until your cries had simmered down before moving back slowly then slamming in. His length hit your cervix. He pushed down on the print of his dick inside of you on your stomach. “That’s me right there. All of me. Your so good takin’ all of me…” he whispered reassuringly.
The pleasure became unbearable as he continued his assault on your sore cunny. Your toes uncurled and curled over in bliss. Fat tears rolled down your hot cheeks as he bent further over you into a mating press. The familiar feeling of the same pressure that was on your bladder came back and he could feel it too. He rubbed and flicked at your clit until you rolled your hips away in an attempt to run. He chuckled at your dim light as he slowly fucked all the wit out of you.
Satoru was close. Very close. His balls twitched at the idea of filling you up as you creamed and slicked up the base of his cock. It wasn’t long before he emptied his cum in your sore cunt. You wailed at the warm slowly filling you up to the brim.
“You learn to shut up yet?” he remarked at your fucked out state. He watched as your eyes darted across the room, trying to make sense of what actually happened. Satoru had half the mind to leave you here for Getou to find but decided to stay with you.
You stared blankly as Satoru didn’t say a word before dressing back up and stuffing your panties into his pocket. His hoodie for your undies.
Seemed fair.
+a/n; the end is a bit rushed but i hope u enjoyed 😉🤞🏾
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June 2023 Brawl Talk
OH FUCK DANI IS IN THE BACKROOMS!!!!!!
more below the cut!
the new brawler this season is Cordelius, a, um..... mushroom, guy...? they say he was a gardener in starr park, but the toxicity of the place drove him mad; now he's stuck there. oh shit thats LORE!!!!!! nothing we didnt already know but wow!!!!
most of his kit isnt a whole lot; his main attack seems a little on the weaker end, but he is very fast to make up for that. on top of that, his super transports himself and whomever he hits to another dimension where they fight... TO THE DEATH!!! however, the odds are most definitely in his favor, as he gains a speed(!) and reload speed boost while his opponent can't use any gadgets or supers.
there's also spore mind cordelius, the tier 70 brawl pass skin, but frankly i dont care about it. blah blah blah another evil tier 70 brawl pass skin. this is like the third one we've gotten so far, right?
this skin (haunted house 8-bit) sucks dookey im not talking about it.
STONE TROLL LOU IS AWESOME THOUGH!!!! but its the power league skin *among us sound effect*
i actually quite like wood spirit chester. the face reminds me of el muneco from guacamelee 2 :) might not go out of my way to get it however.
finally...
ughhhh i could talk about my gripes with this skin now, but i'll save that for another post. tldr its a fun design but its also a big day for annoying people
there are more skins coming in The Summer of Pirates (keeping to the theme of summer of x) but i dont really care for any of them enough to cover here. which is funny considering griff and surge both got skins for this event.
its time for the best fucking part of this brawl talk though DOUG!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hes actually so awesome and looks so fun to play mechanically. plus i looooove hot dogs WAIT THATS WHY HES NAMED DOUG BECAUSE. BECAUSE THE THE THE HOT DOG!!!!!!!!!
mechanically he has a range similar to (maybe a little smaller than?) jacky, but with attacks like byron. that is, they both heal and hurt. there's also a bit of a point-blank mechanic in play where the closer everyone is to doug, the more health they gain/lose. i also noticed that the healing and damage arent 1:1, which actually makes me a little peeved since they refuse to do something similar for byron. but its whatever though (-:
moving on, he is the first brawler in the game that is able to revive others and himself! wait what about 8bit with extra life?? ...anyway, his super functions very similarly to gus, but replace the shield with a revive effect. of course, this revive effect doesnt last forever! i noticed that brawlers dont drop their gems if they get revived though, which sounds like he will be really good in gem grab. maybe. idk.
theres also the obligatory recolor skin draco doug. not much to talk about with that though <3
not to mention skin remodels! dark tide carl, iris tara (now stara), smuggler penny, and phoenix crow!!! wow!!! bonnie is also getting some 29 gem skins, unicorn bonnie and footbonnie (LIKE FOOTBALL. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!)
finally, the moment some of you have been waiting for...! ARE! BOXES! RETURNING!!!
NO!!!!!!!!
i audibly cheered when they said that. however the mechanics are coming back in their own unique way. its in a way that i feel is a lot less predatory, so im overall happy with this, er... rework...?
introducing starr drops! you earn drops through winning matches (any kind of match counts) that can range from rare to legendary, much like the brawlers. you also get four chances to upgrade these drops, but the chances seem very small. drops can give resources, brawlers, pins, sprays, icons, and even skins! small caveat, only skins purchasable with bling that are not limited can be rewarded.
they also go into some stuff about how this is an overall buff to resource gain. i'll take their word for it :)
some extra stuff! payload is back, but the payloads themselves have no collision (basically meaning you can walk/shoot through them now. like hotzone but the zones move). takedown my beloved and wipeout my despised are back in rotation. quests can now be completed with more than one (but not every) brawler. speaking of quests, premium quests can now be progressed, even if you havent purchased the premium brawl pass. this makes it all the more sweet when you purchase the brawl pass after the beginning of the season :D
finally, paula is going to be leaving the brawl stars team. i wish her all the best <3
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Andrew Hussie, Meenah Peixes
Act 6, page 5398
HUSSIE: Oh. It's you. Scram kid!
MEENAH: hey orange dude
MEENAH: tell me your deal already
HUSSIE: I said get lost Feferi!!!!
#Do. Not. Fuck with me.
MEENAH: whoferi???
HUSSIE: Alright. I see what's going on here. You clearly have developed feelings for me. I understand. I led you on.
HUSSIE: Remember when I said bring me a horse and I am yours forever?
HUSSIE: Total lie!
HUSSIE: Sorry, but my heart is still set on Vriska. She will be my wife.
MEENAH: whos vriska
HUSSIE: That girl over there. No, don't look! Shhhhhhhhhh. Let's try to keep it down, ok? You're going to ruin this for me.
MEENAH: her??
MEENAH: dog aint she a little young for you
HUSSIE: No, but that's the thing! She's spent like however many years being a ghost, so she's older now! That means it's not creepy.
HUSSIE: Who even knows how many years she spent here? Maybe 100??? Hell, she might even be older than me now! See? Totally not creepy anymore. Case closed!
MEENAH: i dont know what yer talkin about but you sound like an asshole
HUSSIE: Just need to find the right moment to make my move. Only problem is, I lost the ring.
HUSSIE: John FUCKING Egbert has it. Doesn't look like he's gonna let it go either, the bastard.
HUSSIE: Gotta make a plan. Think, imagination, think. Argh, the one time I really need you!
MEENAH: yo i got boatloads a bling
MEENAH: i could sell you a ring
HUSSIE: You could??? Oh man, perfect. How much?
MEENAH: $2,485,506 pledged of $700,000 goal
HUSSIE: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS.
HUSSIE: What makes you think I've got that kind of dough just lying around?!
MEENAH: thats my price pumpkin skin you want the ring or not
HUSSIE: Alright. Fine. Guess I've got no choice but to pony up.
HUSSIE: Just... don't tell anyone, ok? I kind of promised I would use this money for something else.
MEENAH: none ma biz homes deal or no deal
HUSSIE: Yeah. Here.
MEENAH: awwwww yeah check them mad staxx
MEENAH: here you go loverboy
HUSSIE: Thanks!
HUSSIE: Wait...
HUSSIE: Is this ring...
HUSSIE: Did you steal this...
HUSSIE: From Cronus?
MEENAH: fo sho
HUSSIE: ...
HUSSIE: Ew.
MEENAH: NO R-EFUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HUSSIE: :(
#homestuck#andrew hussie#meenah peixes#homestuck act 6#page 5398#homestuck act 6 intermission 3#openbound
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@shinwhoohoo said: @iroseo omg I’d love to know your choices if you feel like it/have the time! But anyways, honestly same I could have easily made a top 10 Sandeul solo performance post too ;;; he’s just so so talented, it’s insane.
listing and comparing with you my favorite things about b1a4? i could do this forever lmao
Sandeul solo, Just the two of us from Amazing Store in Seoul 201308: oh i just realized you chose gongchan's solo from this concert.. I just really like the original song with baro and love this cover too. tbh this concert is full of great performances, when they do bling girl with the instruments? love it too..
What's Going On? from KMF 20131231: Same as you, fun song and performance, I think baro and shinwoo kill it (i also like the fuzzy coat on baro???? what is this sorcery). also this was the performance that planted the idea that i NEED a pure rock song by shinwoo, I will probably never get it and it makes me sad
Sandeul Solo, Emergency Room from King of Masked Singer 20150412: I wish we could get an album by him more in this style, the songs in his albums tend to be more.... sweet and simple? and there's nothing wrong with that but an album more like something from Sung Si Kyung would be nice
Wait from Adventure Concert 2015: I mean, i already said many times that wait is just up there for me.. just the slow start with baro's soft deep voice and then slowly building up before stoping for a little bit and then start again to just go full emotion. i also like that they go and sit with the crowd? love seeing the faces of fellow banas just so close to losing it lol can relate
Sandeul duo, The Road from Duet Song Festival 20160506: I was between this one and Companion, but while I love companion, there is something about this performance that I just enjoy more, it might be the less serious tone of the performance and the way he enjoys himself (that little rap is so cute)
CNU Solo, Once again this night from King of Masked Singer 20160918: LOVE this solo, i like his deeper voice i think he has a really, mmhhh, calming? effect.. and I also think that he should have won this, his parts sound amazing (but i'm biased lmao)
Before It Gets Any Sadder from Immortal Songs 2 20161217: this one might be my favorite live performance from them? I just love the energy so much. that little train they do at the middle of the song? it's so fucking cute. also to whoever decided the distribution of the lines, thank you (it's interesting that when they cover a song it's usually sandeul and shinwoo the ones who sing the most? same thing happened with Eternity, kinda surprised jy doesn't sing more)
Sandeul duo with DinDin, Breathe from Show Music core 20191207: Love love love this duo, i think both sound lovely and complement each other great.
This Song from You Heeyeol’s Sketchbook 20201030: b1a4 making a cover of a 2am song? sign me up. gongchan's mistake that led to shinwoo and everyone losing it and then the little harmonization at the end?????
Adore you from Live Lounge B1A4 Fanmeeting 20211011: another sweet performance and I will always be soft for sandeul and shinwoo just looking at gongchan with proud eyes (also while technically not part of the performance that first part where they are just chilling while the instrumental plays is comforting)
#sandeul presence on stage owns my heart tbh#i think him baro and shinwoo are so fun#those three have a couple of immortal song special stages from idk 2012 (you can only see the videos in 240p lmao) that are so fun#also my love for ballads is showing again urgh so embarrassing#shinwhoohoo#reply#text
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Council Deputies vs Bad Choices in Head-Bling
Moderately fancy room someplace.
Astrid: *sitting up in fancy bed where she’s been sprawled* Ow. Okay. What did I miss? Beyond ... you know ... moving?
Mychae: Well, you remember the Council meeting?
Astrid: Alisaie bowling a Sorak head at the feet of some very powerful people tends to stick in the mind, yes.
Alisaie: I was aiming for the whiny one. Not my fault Sorak heads have too much snout to roll well.
Jallira: Anyway ... and you remember the gem thing.
Astrid: Yeah, that just felt weird. And then the ... short older lady was talking about trying something and that’s about where you lost me.
Mychae: Long story short, that thing’s attuned to you so hard that taking it off might well kill you.
Astrid: ................at least it’s pretty?
Jallira: And we’re supposed to head for the Council chamber again when you’re feeling up to it.
Alisaie: I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you weren’t up for it for another day or two. That place weirds me out.
Mychae: Tell me about it. Just I’m of the “let’s get this shit over with” school so c’mon. Our host is also wanting to talk to us first, now that he’s got the “I told you so” out of his system.
Astrid: Oh. Right. I never did ask where we were.
Jallira: Church of Einar. That paladin--
Mychae: The only one who didn’t actively scoff at us when we talked about Soraks the first time, by the way.
Jallira: --anyway, he’s going to tell us some horror stories - mostly things we’ve already figured out, I think, but it makes him feel better.
Mychae: Also everybody and their dog wants dibs on what treasure we find in our travels. Jallira won’t let me have a bidding war.
Jallira: We will be neutral about this and make sure everybody gets an even share. That’s what the Legacy Council is all about.
Alisaie: I don’t see what’s more neutral than ‘show me the money’, but y’know.
A bit later, leaving the Council chambers
Astrid: You weren’t kidding about everybody and their dog, were you.
Jallira: I can’t believe they were waiting in a church entry hall to ambush us about treasures. Well, we’ve found four treasures so far and there are four of them so we will be even-handed. We can figure that out over food while we work out how we’re supposed to find the other gems.
Mychae: Fishy that the other Council Deputy found one of the gems that fit in this thing just before we found the crown, if you ask me. But that’s a chat for over a pint of donkey-piss.
Functionary: *chasing after them* Wait a minute. Where are you going?
Mychae: ...the inn?
Functionary: Did you not hear Princess Silverflower giving you more comfortable - and safer - quarters near the Palace?
Jallira: Given the Council’s reaction to that, I gathered it had been rescinded.
Functionary: It just wasn’t Council business. Now that we’re away from the Council, she can make the offer properly.
Mychae: I mean, the inn can’t be that bad. That Arcaneum weirdo more or less lives in it--
Jallira: She means ‘thanks to you and to her majesty’.
Later, in the inn:
Alisaie: ...Donkey-piss aside, glad we needed to come here to talk to that Surespell guy. That house is fancy enough that I worry I’m going to break something.
Mychae: Good stock of booze, though.
Alisaie: Anyway; this crown thing talks to you and wants its gems back. Any idea where to start looking for the next one?
Astrid: *frowns* Yeah, a couple of spots west of here--
‘Random Drunk’: So they’re sending you on bigger missions now. And I told you so.
Alisaie: I still blame you for that, Merton.
Arwin Merton: ...Okay, who have you been talking to?
Mychae: Annie of the Scavengers...
Astrid: Lord Carron...
Jallira: Half the Council...
Alisaie: Everybody and their dog.
Arwin: Well, fuck. Look, they’re throwing you under the proverbial ox-cart here. I’m just saying. And yes, it pisses me off.
Jallira: You know ... given the bitterness about the Council, the bitterness about the Soraks and not being believed about them and everything? Under the donkey-piss? I smell survivor’s guilt.
Mychae: Humans and elves mixing must create an excellent sense of smell, then. All I’m getting is surliness with a chance of ‘fuck you running’.
Arwin: ...Okay, grouch I may be, but that line alone gets me telling you I hope you don’t get dead.
Back on the road
Astrid: How are there necromancers? Why are there necromancers?
Mychae: There’s going to be dead necromancers in a minute because I don’t want to turn out like those poor flesh marionettes they’re steering around.
The Zombies: *are coming*
Alisaie: ...Jallira? I ... know that grin from Mychae and it is always scary.
Jallira: I’ve always wanted to try this!
Mychae: Try what?
Jallira: *runs into fray*
Astrid: Jallira, what--?
Alisaie: At least she’s got armour--
Jallira: *Turn Undead*
Two zombies: *just straight up and die*
Two other zombies: *flee directly into the path of Alisaie’s waiting blade*
Jallira: *looks skywards* Thank you, Maraike, that was epic!
Mychae; Alisaie: *stare*
Astrid: *shrug* Everyone has their niche, I guess? But it’s probably time for dead necromancer now. *Shadow Blade*
Mychae: Good idea. I’m pretty sure Jallira’s going to want to do thanksgiving prayers and probably best not to leave a god waiting.
Jallira: You get me, you know?
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Chapter 8
Hildegard … if you have a moment … I’d like to speak with you about the family and my role going forward.
Oh, Billy. How many times must I repeat myself? Call me Mother or Mom or not at all. Please.
Billy had been patiently waiting for the perfect moment to present to Hildy, his mother, his strategic vision, settling for some time between the third and fourth course. That afforded him almost an hour of silence to refine his pitch in his head. He never made written notes. I’m straight off the dome, like Hov and Weezy, as he once assured his sixth-grade English teacher before presenting to the class on The Hobbit.
Imma Bilbo Bag-Chaser / On a quest for Bling / Ur bitch on my dick like Gollum / Kiss the mother fucking Ring
As her son prepared to pitch her, Hildy thought of Fräulein Loebl, something she seldom did. How she would provide weekly status reports to Opa at the dinner table. They kept their affair an open secret. Even to an eight-year-old, who didn’t know what sex was, it was obvious this woman and her grandfather were making it. Her intestines tied in knots over at the repressed memory of the Fräulein erotically slicing his Weisswürste (white sausage), never once breaking eye contact. Since their deaths, she resolved to never stomach another Schweinshaxe or Semmelknödel. Hildy favored a lighter fare, and had a more worldly palate than her Opa, beside. So, as a compromise with herself for keeping Wilhelm I’s legacy on life support through the tradition of Sonntagsessen (Der Hunger des Wolfes gehört uns), Hildy installed a rota of her most favorite restaurants and eateries, contracting them to cater out of the early twentieth-century kitchen at the Wolffenhaus. For this Sunday’s installment, executive sushi chef Tatsahiro Fuji took the night off from his day job at Fōku (you really shouldn’t go for sushi on Sunday anyway), the hottest restaurant in town, to prepare a Sashimi tasting menu just for Hildy and Billy.
As for the latter, despite having been raised with ready access to all the finest cuisines, Billy had remained among the cursed realm of adult picky eaters. In addition to legumes, multi-grain breads and all manner of soups, one of the food groups he hated absolutely was Fish (he was undiagnosed pescaphobic); as to how anyone could enjoy it raw, he was confounded, utterly. But no bother. An empty stomach sharpens the mind (-Marcus Aralias), he thought to himself, scavenging around the edges at some white rice. Time to Enter the fucking Dragon, Billy. Thirty-six bathrooms of the Wolffenhaus. Mother fucking, Bruce Lee, bitch.
Thank you, Mother, for your time. I brought us here today to talk about the future of the company as it relates to the emerging craft and on-premise retail segments, which I believe it does.
Billy’s knee rattled beneath the table; his throat was bone dry. Hopefully he wasn’t having an allergic reaction to whatever sauce was touching that rice, he fretted, the sweat pooling on his temples. Pausing to compose himself, he took an unusually long drink of water.
Hildy wore an expectant look of surprise. She rearranged herself in her seat, as if to make a show of listening, and waited for her son to hamfistedly proceed in making the request she was already certain to deny.
As you know, regarding our Beverage Advancement Division, though our product development and go-to-market strategies have been mostly sound, our new entrants have struggled to achieve widespread adoption amongst our target demographics.
The Beverage Advancement Division, to which Billy was referring, was an offshoot of a subsidiary department to R&D that he had run on a trial basis for the past eighteen months. Hildy hand-placed him there, close enough to the core business, for appearances’ sake. Much as she’d sometimes like, she couldn’t stow her son away somewhere in the back office … He was a Wolff, after all. But, he was kept at an arm’s length-enough away to prevent his inflicting any real damage to the company's reputation and/or the family stock price.
Yes, dear. I’m well aware of the Full Moon, and its resultant failure to launch. Hildegard, We Have a Problem, was I believe the headline in Advertising Era. Or was it: Houston, We Have a Pale Ale?
Full Moon Pale Ale was the Beverage Advancement Division’s latest aborted attempt at astroturfing its own proprietary craft beer revolution. Past iterations included: Rabid Dog Irish Red, Big Bad Brown Ale, and Uber Wolff Select. Billy had taken his first turn at the helm with the much-ballyhooed debut of Full Moon Pale, which signaled a marked departure from prior strategy. Leading a team of the best and brightest among the Wolffenbeir brand management brain trust, Billy grinded harder than he ever had before. Twelve-hour days, six days a week, for three months. Yes, of course, he spent a not insignificant allotment of that time playing Brick Blaster, online shopping and watching Internet porn on his work computer. But … he was In The Office, so you do have to hand it to him. Also, don’t question his creative process.)
Then in one moment, all of a suddenly, it came to him.
Guys, why are we trying to reinvent the wheel here?
Instead of standing up a new category, creating awareness and affinity out of whole cloth, they pivoted: to identifying a brand which had established credibility in the craft beer space — namely, Rider, Pale by the New Frontier Brewing Company. It was a tactic Billy stole from his friends in the tech space called, Fast Following. Really it was a fancy way to say Copying. But in fairness, Russ had been fairly forthcoming about Rider being the Newfy’s level best attempt at Paying Homage to Hairy Uncle Harold, a bloody brilliant Extra Special Bitter, brewed in the Beer World-famous town of Burton Upon Trent, in the borough of East Staffordshire in the West Midlands of England. So it was more like Billy was copying a cop.
Working in shifts, a crack team of flavor chemists (flavorists) embarked to reverse engineer the R,PA recipe. Right out the gate, they were tripped up by the water, of all things. Ironic, you see, since Water was something of a differentiator for Wolffenbeir proper. Wilhelm I had been very savvy to purchase a land conservation easement granting exclusive usage rights to the Washita Watershed, filled in large part by the cirque glaciers in Big Monument National Park. This before it became public land thanks to that tinhorn president, as Wilhelm I would have no doubt called Teddy. Private land ownership is the founding principle of this country! This poppycock notion of Nationalized Parks … It’s Pure Bolshevism!
Is your beer Glacier cold? The old Wolffenbeir commercials used to end in the form of a question. (Chosen over the call to action: Lick the Glacier.) Russell hated those damn adverts. Every so often a smart-ass customer would rib him, hey Russ, how come this beer isn’t Glacier Cold? Yuck, yuck … yuck. To them he would reply, it’s as cold as your mother’s black heart before I screwed her pink back warm, you cunt fucking prick. Schehrer had a weird (bad) sense of humor and a short temper — a perilous combination in most customer service scenarios.
As for Full Moon Pale, their problem had nothing to do with water temperature. You can adjust that at your discretion. Rather it was the composition of the water, which one can also change, but not nearly as easily. Here is something that any brewer worth his or her magnesium sulfate understands: there is water that is Hard, and there is water that is Soft. Per exempla: the water in Burton on Trent, the pre forementioned Beer Mecca of Britainia. That water — flowed through the sediment-rich River Trent (not to be confused with the Trent River, its American cousin, that traverses parts of Jones and Craven Counties in the coastal plain region in eastern North Carolina) — is Hard Water, meaning that it possesses a higher mineral content. For a hop-forward ale, such as an American IPA or an English bitter, the alkalinity of Hard Water is an ideal complement to more a expressive flavor and aroma profile. Meanwhile, the water down there in Bohemia and Bavaria — run off up from them Alps — is Soft Water, insofar as it has a lower mineral content. For a more malty lager, such as a Czech Pilsner or a German Helles, the acidity of Soft Water is optimal for showcasing that lighter, crispier taste.
So then in summation, hard water is a little rockier-tasting than normal water. Soft water, on the other hand, is more watery water. What’s fun is you can tell for yourself what kind of water there is where you live, Russ relished to point this out whenever he mansplained pH values in brewing, which was more often than one would care to hear. Next time you’re in the shower, if your soap is super foamy and bubbly, and it won’t wersh off very easy — you’re in a place with Soft Water. If the opposite is true, and you’re having a hard time getting a good scrub going — you’re in a place where the water is hard. If you’re singing in the shower and you get soap in your mouth, then it’s a soap opera.
For his part, Russ often showered sans scrubbing. The pathetically low water pressure in his apartment wasn’t conducive to full exfoliation. That being said, he almost always washed with foam in the form of a beer, or preferably two. (Shower beers are like breasts, he would say. One isn’t enough; two is just right. Three is too many and four is a party.) The juxtaposing sensations of the hot water pitter-pattering at his weather-beaten skin, and the cold beer rinsing down his throat, permanently horse from all that yelling he did … well … if he were to make it through the day long, this was about the finest way he saw fit to start.
(Russ had the most gorgeous, gravelly singing voice nobody ever heard unless they were in earshot of his one bathroom after about that fourth shower pop.
Oh, I, oh I'm still alive
Hey, I, oh I'm still alive
Hey, I, oh I'm still alive
Hey, oh
[Wet belch arpegio])
Same as in his shower, for all the Newfy beers, including R,PA, Russ used City Water, which possessed all manner of mineral content. (Come to find many years later one of the primary elemental compounds therein was fucking lead [Pb] … yikes.) Anyways, the eggheads at Wolffenbeir were using that glacier water from the Washita Watershed, which as we know was pure as the driven snowpack it melted from. Now you can treat that water with various salts and other compounds to harden it back up, but you won’t get exactly that gravel quarry mouthfeel of a Proper Ale. One that tastes like Eddie Vedder sounds. No, you won’t get that at Wolffenbeir. Not in a facility built for brewing At Scale. We’re talking in the hundreds of thousands of cases here. It’d be like trying to make one of Hildy’s fancy-pants European cars on a Detroit assembly line. That dog doesn’t hunt.
Please don’t worry if any of that was confusing, because water chemistry also was not the riptide upon Full Moon Pale waned. (Or would it be waxed?) It’s true they couldn’t achieve the desired Hard Water Effect, and the beer tasted mighty soft for it … But, hey, that’d never stopped them before, baby. Quick: What do Wolff Light and sex in a canoe have in common? Russ loved this one … They’re both fucking close to water!
No, the content of the beverage itself — a watery grave taste with that famous bloated corpse finish — was a complete nonfactor in the Total Eclipse of FMP. (I fucking need you more … THAN EVER.) But wait … If the quality of the product was immaterial to its success in the marketplace, how could it have possibly failed? Thankfully, for the sake of closure, all deceased brands receive a sort of autopsy, so as to determine the manner of death. In this case, results from postmortem social listening sessions indicated that Howler — the cartoon moon-faced mascot plastered onto every can, bottle, tap handle, in-store display … really any conceivable flat or cylindrical surface — had tested very negatively. Like, shockingly so. They Loathed Him. Howler. Multiple survey respondents were quoted as saying that his wry grin appeared Menacing. As if he was watching them, and would continue to do so late into the night as they slept. Staring into their dream state, with a zero-gravity gaze. The way his lunar crater-like eyes — black, the color of deep space — peeked out, just so, from atop the acetate frames of his wayfarers which hung suggestively there on the bridge of his aquiline nose. Even though he didn’t even have a nose. So how were they suspended there? And why on earth would the moon be wearing sunglasses anyway?
One night during Howler’s reign of terror, Hildy was being chauffeured home from a fundraiser at a private home in the foothills, benefitting the Collegiate Academy of Scientific and Technological Excellence. She was the distinguished chair of the independent board of directors for SciTech, which it should be said enjoyed complete autonomy from the publicly-elected school board district. Having once herself been abjectly denied the opportunity to pursue her passion for the Sciences, she was committed to ensuring that access to STEM education was available to all young people, especially young females.
Taking the shortcut she found so distasteful, Hildy saw from out of her panoramic sunroof, He was glaring down atop a massive billboard above the freeway. My heavens, is that one of ours? She asked in horror to her male companion for the evening, Mayor Mockingbird. It was the first she’d seen of Howler, who was even more off-putting in person, standing a full fifteen feet in diameter.
A marketing blunder the magnitude of this should have been quite easily avoidable. For a fact, the pre-launch focus grouping reached the same statistically significant conclusions about the Howler prototype. That he was Eerie, Ominous, Sinister, Awful, Ghoulish, Macabre. (Question: What do these things all have in common?) However, it was Billy who had personally buried that damning report from ever seeing the light of day. More than any other component of the product development phase, he had taken ownership over the Brand Aesthetics — colors, fonts, and specifically the graphic design of the wretched Howlie. Billy spent days in meetings and on calls, going back and forth with the creative agency of record, obsessing over the most minute details — he went to the mat for the shades. Tortiously he pondered the frames. Should they be tortoiseshell or matte black? As for the high stark unfavorablities, well, Howlie was slightly ahead of his time. Temporarily misunderstood. They’ll see. They have to see.
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The tragic failure of Billy requires some familial context. His mother, Hildy, had made her bones with the company as a young marketing executive on the heralded debut of a new product line called Wolff Light. You know, while we’re at it, the advent of light beer is itself a funny thing. Around that time, Morning in America, or thereabouts, it became fashionable for one to look after one’s health and fitness. Jogging emerged as the modus transportari du jour. Prior to that period, no one had ever thought to run. Not recreationally. Likewise, you started watching what you e’t — heretofore unheard of in the preceding millennia of Human History, when one would eagerly devour whatever he could well get your grubby mitts on. The modern marvel of factory farming allowed for diners to be more nutritionally discerning. The same went for drinking. Turned out a ten-ounce can of beer could pack quite a caloric punch. Hence the consumer clamoring for a beer that was … Lighter.
Inspired by the cigarette ads of her youth — Did you know that four out of five physicians smoke Red Apple? A pack a day keeps the doctor away! — Hildy had the bright idea of playing to the heightened health consciousness percolating in the consumer marketplace. Finding a licensed practitioner of any credibility to endorse the therapeutic benefit of an alcoholic beverage would have proved difficult. (Not impossible.) Thus she created the cartoon clinician we all know and love, Doctor Lupus, M.D. Let’s set the scene. Interior: doctor’s office. A procession of big-eyed woodland critters scurries in one by one — a bunny with an earache, a skunk with a sinus infection, a chipmunk with a chipped tooth. (In addtion to specializing in otorhinolaryngology, apparently he also practiced dentistry, as a side hustle, perhaps.) Irrespective of their affliction, Doctor Lupus prescribes them each one pint of Wolff Light, surgically pouring it from the bottle into a tall, frosty syringe. The punchline reveals via a pile of skeletons that Doctor Lupus — a wolf in sterile clothing — has been eating his patients — picking them bone-clean and washing them down with his own glass of Wolff Light. Then cut to black and the tagline: Wolff Light … Just What The Doctor Ordered. (This preceded the Glacier Cold campaign. Wolff Light has had several slogans, it should come as no surprise. Wolffenbeir Heavy, as it was unofficially known, only ever went by the one, printed in script: The American Standard.
Television audiences couldn’t get enough of Doctor Lupus, who became an overnight sensation. Lupus-Fever, as it was called in the pages of TV Guide. Capitalizing on the Feeding Frenzy, as the phenomenon was alternatively called by TV Guide, the Wolffenbeir Company hired a professional mascot to dress up in a plush wolf costume and sent him on a globetrotting goodwill tour. He was invited on late-night talk shows, threw out the ceremonial first pitch at baseball games fetched six-figure speaking fees for cush corporate gigs. Christ’s sake, he met the fucking Pope.
At the absolute tipping point of his pop cultural saturation, Lupus made a cameo appearance on a nationally televised weekend sketch comedy show, performing a bit lampooning a real life pathologist who had recently achieved universal infamy for performing physician-aid-in-dying procedures using his Suicide Machine (patent pending), sparking a contentious debate on the appropriate role of Euthanasia in compassionate palliative care.
Then, somewhere along the way, Doctor Lupus emerged as somewhat of an unlikely Sex Symbol. Men wanted to be him. Women wanted to be with him. Beginning with the model-actress Brooke Shields, who made a splash at the Golden Globes when she walked the red carpet with Hollywood’s Hottest Wolf, himself dressed to the canines in full black tie. A publicity stunt? Quite possibly. Regardless of the romantic legitimacy of their celebrity relationship, the renewed tabloid attention measurably helped to revive her career, which was previously on life support. (Shields subsequently booked the popular sitcom, Suddenly Susan.) As for Lupus, as soon as he was established to be an object of interspecies sexual desire, his campaigns started pushing all boundaries of acceptability. Naturally, there were the Wolff Light Nurses, his harem of buxom blonde, human women. All credit to those gals for managing to carve out a niche of their own, making paid appearances at certified pre-owned car dealerships, minor league hockey games, that sort of thing. It was a decent living. Obviously nowheres near DL scratch. By now his money was Real Good. Enough to afford a Malibu beach house, a paddock of sports cars and a fully blown sex addiction. Part and parcel to a broader heel turn that was reflected in his commercial output. Notably, a later period tv spot was constructed around the conceit which, if you didn’t drink Wolff Light, then Doctor Lupus will fuck your wife.
Kids loved him too. He was the most popular Halloween costume ten years running. His Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon towered above all others, levitating six stories tall, and half a city block long, held afloat by some ninety handlers. (In what’s considered to be the worst accident in Thanksgiving Day Parade history, high winds wagged Lupus’ tail off the planned street route and into a lamppost, toppling it onto the sidewalk below. Several injured parade goers were rushed to nearby Beth Israel Hospital, where one bystander spent the remainder of her holiday season in a medically-induced coma.) Come Christmas morning, children raced downstairs with hopes that Santa Claus had placed Doctor Lupus officially licensed merchandise under the tree. There were action figures, lunch boxes, board games, galore. (The Doctor Lupus Edition of Operation came with a trembling pair of forceps [batteries not included], to simulate alcohol withdrawals of the attending surgeon.)
In addition to buying children’s toys, people of all ages bought beer. More than ever. By the refrigerated truckload. Hildy and her Promethean gollum led Wolffenbeir to its best fiscal year in company history. Industry analysts credited the campaign with breathing new life into a brand that had grown stale. You heard that right … Without the triple bypass surgery performed by Doctor Lupus, Wolffenbeir was in serious danger of flat-lining — gone the way of Schwang Beer, and so many other once-thriving beverage concerns … fizzled out before their time.
Needless to say, Doctor Lupus sent shockwaves up and down Madison Avenue. Hildy graciously accepted the Addy Awards for Best Thirty-Second Spot, Best Creative Direction and Best Campaign. An unprecedented full-category sweep for Lupus, whose creative legacy would live on for generations to come. As written in a twentieth-anniversary tribute by AdMonth Magazine: It was his devil-may-care, irreverent sense of humor which helped to usher in a new wave of avant-garde branding.
What’s more, any ad man worth his Morton’s Salt Girl will tell you, it was Doctor Lupus who once and for all killed The Jingle. You see, it used to be that when a company wanted to promote themselves via the airwaves, they would trudge downtown to Tin Pan Alley and commission an aspiring music man to pen a tune. They called it a jingle. It set the tone for the product. Something you could mindlessly hum, all the way down to the department store. Above all else, Hildy had a vision for her tone. Long before it became Glacier Cold, Wolff Light would be Cool. Now at the time, Coolness, conceptually, was fairly new. But Hildy had the foresight to know that whatever Cool was, a jingle was not. So, in its place, over the Doctor Lupus animation played the opening verse of one of the first-ever commercially-licensed pop songs, a landmark achievement for the form. Ladies and Gentlemen, with their chart-topping hit, Good Lovin’, please give a warm welcome to, The Rascals:
I was feeling so bad
I asked my family doctor just what I had
I said, Doctor (Doctor)
Mr. M.D. (Doctor)
Now can you tell me what's ailing me? (Doctor)
He said, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all I, I really need …
[Cartoon wolf devours cartoon raccoon]
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If there was one man immune to Doctor Lupus’ infectious charm, it was Wilhelm I, who detested marketing in all its forms. Advertising, sales, public relations, hexerei. You won’t find a prize inside your soap; there are no tricks, nor any treat; we are not snowmen or confidence artists, selling snake oil, as he would proselytize to Wilhelm II. We are not charlatans; we are craftsmen. We will not arrive to your door with sample goods in a bulging suitcase; that is nothing but a coffin to all who haul it. We make the door which you knock upon; the coffin in where you rest eternal. Call on our storefront, should that you wish to buy. These are our business hours. Here is our price. It is fair. Do you favor to purchase some other wares? By all means … Go right ahead, Sir. And a good day to you!
Thusly, the old man wearily watched Hildegard, his granddaughter ride her traveling circus on this meteoric ascent. Now there were rumours of her consideration for an officer-level position, on a fast track to the C-Suite. Von wegen! A woman would not—could not assume sovereignty of the Wolffenbeir Company, even if she was a Wolff by blood. Besides, Wilhelm I had named his chosen successor, Hildegard’s younger brother, Augustus, his grandson and last surviving male heir. Per his Opa’s orders, Gussie had gone back East to complete his degree in Biochemistry, and was returning home to begin a rotating apprenticeship throughout the brewery. Just as his own father had done, following the righteous path laid forth before him, if only to be thwarted by a coward’s bullet. While Gussie underwent his training, Wilhelm I stowed his sister away in what he considered to be a department of the utmost inconsequence: Marketing. And she should be happy at that! If he had his way, not she nor any woman would draw a wage from the Wolffenbeir Company. Why who would follow behind them on the employment line? Negroes? The Hispanics? Sodomists?
An aside about the Wolffensbeir Company’s hiring practices: In the decades that followed his son’s murder, Wilhelm I grew increasingly paranoid regarding the probability of the Homosexuals infiltrating the brewery on behalf of their staunch allies, the Communists. Or could it have been the reverse? Either way, Wilhelm I staffed a full-time polygraph technician in his Department of Human Resource Extraction (a precursor to HR) to conduct rigorous lie detector testing on all job applicants, to even the lowliest of hourly positions at the Wolffenbeir Company. Primarily, the Enhanced Interviews were designed to suss out any Perverse proclivities or Soviet sympathies. However Wilhelm I was also keen to know all prospective employees’ opinions of antique typewriters, German pistols, and Himself.
Regretably for Wilhelm I, Doctor Lupus was a force of nature even not he could control. (He had once bent the shape of a river.) Hildy rode that son of a bitch all the way to the now-coveted role of Chief Marketing Officer. Protracting that her career arc would soon crest atop the Wolffenbeir org chart, Wilhelm I personally endeavored to spay her further promotion in his capacity as Chairman of the Board. A savvy play. For here was a man who saw the whole chessboard. The first choice of any consequence he ever made was to stow himself away on that train compartment, on tracks laid due west. Starting there, at that railroad junction, he compiled an entire lifetime of making the right decision at exactly the right time. Until this very moment, when Wilhelm I made his first mistake — not including his three ex-wives, who were matrimonial sunk costs — and it was fatal. One by one, the board of directors betrayed him, Like Caesar, unanimously entering a vote of no confidence, removing him from his position, effectively excommunicating him from the institution he built and installing his granddaughter as the chairwoman-in-waiting. Six days later, just as soon as he could be sure the rest of his affairs were in order, Wilhelm I cemented their decision, splayed on the gravel of his eternally long, tax-shelter of a driveway.
And that is the rest of the story, about why Billy tried to lasso the moon. It was all for his mother. Ain’t that a bitch.
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Your pov-
"I know what we're doing for Halloween!" I announced as I walked up the small hit of stairs and down the hall into the living room when Fezco and ash were.
"N' what's that?" Fez asked, he was rolling a blunt on the table.
"Pimp and slut." I said firmly which ripped a laugh outta ash.
"What?!" He asked through his laughter.
"Wha'?" Fez asked looking up at me.
"You heard me, I order your costume already, it'll be here Monday and so will the rest of mine."
"I- wait what?" He couldn't grasp what I was making him dress up as, his idea was Scarface, mine pimp and slut.
"You bein' a pimp fez." Ash said as I sat on the stool behind fez.
"You gon be my pimp fez."
"He isn't already?" Ash said as fez handed me his lit blunt as he got up from the table.
"No." Fez shook his head as I took a hit of the blunt and handed it back,"so what's this costume look like."
"Dark blue pimp suit, just look it up...including the flared legs and cheetah print." He shook his head walking over the couch handing ash the blunt as he sat down.
"And what does your costume look like?" He looked over the couch at me.
"You know that baby blue dress I have?" I got off of the stool and sat down on his lap.
"Ya."
"I'm wearing that with my blue chunky blinged heels."
"That dress barely covers anything." I put my hand out for the blunt and ash passed it.
"Exactly." I smiled,"what're you doing ash?"
"Al Capone."
"Aight, respect." I handed the blunt to fez as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Pimp and slut." He whispered to himself,"feel so wrong Sayin that."
"Not like you're trafficking her like a real pimp." Ash said.
"But still."
"You should try and pimp me out to rue."I got off of fez's Lap,"speaking of rue, I'm gonna go meet up with her, she sober she said, so we're gonna watch some movies."
"Yo." He grabbed my arm as I turned around the couch, I leaned down and gave him a kiss,"meet at the shop after?"
"Yup, see you boys later."
A few days later-
I went down the hall and down the shirt set of stairs and into Fezcos room, the Amazon box in my hand.
"Get up." I said to him as I tossed the box on the bed.
"Not the pimp suit." He groaned jokingly sitting up in the bed, he was chilling on his phone.
"Don't act you were asking me everyday if it came yet." I used my nail to cut the tape on the box.
"Nah you dreamin." He chuckled as I grabbed the plastic wrapped fabric out of the,"what the fuck." The first thing you saw in the packaging was the dark blue and the cheeta print.
"Pimp suit."
Fezcos pov-
I was now standing in the pimp suit.
"Okay okay, flared legs are definitely for you."
(y/n) said, her hands on my waist and he head poking from under my arm.
"I hate you."
"You look hot." She purred as she ducked under my arm and to the closet,"we are gonna look hot."
"You gon look hot, im gon look like in straight out of the fuckin Boondocks." I said she she laughed.
"Slickbacks suit was purple." She said as I took the jacket off and started to get undressed and she walked past me and jumped onto the bed,"those chains look hot though."
"(y/n) you just have a chain fetish." I looked at her through the mirror.
"Is that a thing?"I tossed the pants to her and she grabbed them, folding them up.
"I think so?" I grabbed my sweats from the edge of the bed and put them back on. She handed me the folded fabric and I put it with her costume. I jumped into the bed, laying down next to her.
"Hi." She rolled over and got onto my lap.
"Yo." I put my hands on her thighs,"was' good?"
"Nothing much, what about you?"
"I'm stoned N' got a pretty girl on my lap." She nodded before laying her head in the crook of my neck.
"You livin the good life huh?" She giggled and kissed my pulse.
"Yep."
Your pov-
Halloween-
"Alright." I finished touching up my makeup and looked at fez through the mirror who was smoking a blunt and watching me get ready.
"Shit Ma." He chuckled,"I ain't gon last the whole night." He kissed my neck and then my jaw, his hands on my hips.
"I give you two hours before we get a room." I turned in his grip and walked down the hall going to the bedroom,"ash you ready?!"
"Yup." I heard him say from the living room, he was dressed as Al Capone, cigar and all.
"Oh my god." I laughed,"you look adorable."
"And you look like a whore." He stated as he tossed me the car keys.
"It fine cause she my whore." Fez said as I handed him the keys.
"Ion wan be seen wit' either of you tonight....well maybe (y/n)." I couldn't help but laugh,"hold on Fez, arent you just dressed like your dad?"
"I hate you fo' being in' that up." fez started to walk down the hall before turning to look at us," Alright, Les' go. There's money to make."
"And shots to take." I chimed in.
"N' backs to break." Fez slapped my ass as he walked past me.
"Jesus Christ."
At the party-
Your pov still
When we go to the party fez and I took a walk around, looking for our friends and also just making sure that people knew we were here and they could come buy.
"Have you seen a Bob Ross yet?" I asked looking around.
"Ion think so, who's that?" Fez asked.
"Lexi, Jules is an angle, and I don't know what rue is." I got a wiff of his blunt as the smoke traveled into my face as he handed it to me.
"Rues here tonight?"
"Ya, Jules is her chaperone though." I said as we pasted the kitchen and I took a hit.
"Tequila makes me wanna dance!" I heard Jules beam.
"I found my group." I kissed fez's cheek and handed him the blunt,"meet up with you later?"
"Ya, have fun." With tht we walked away from eachother.
"Come on pour me a shot!" I said, Jules threw her hands up and gave me a hug.
"Wow." Kat said, she was a sexy Nun I think,"what are you?"
"A slut!" I said cheerfully and pointed to the chain choker on my neck that has a silver F pendant on it.
"Fezcos slut?" Rue asked and I nodded as I grabbed the shot from Lexi and downed it.
"Yaaaa." My face scrunched up with the burn of the liquor,"he's a pimp." Jules couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Are you serious?" Lexi asked.
"Bob Ross!" I Laughed and hugged her,"I'm already a little bit drunk, I started drinking when I put these heels on." I motioned to the chunky baby blue heels that matched my dress.
"You look good though." Rue said and I smiled.
"Thank you rue! I hate to be that person but what are you?"
"Marlene Dietrich...from Morocco." She said and I nodded.
"I actually watched that last weekend, it was pretty good. It was just on a channel."
"Did ashtray come?" Rue asked.
"Look for Al Capone." I laughed as I poured myself another shot.
"Imma go dance!" Jules beamed as she got into the crowd.
"She doesn't drink much does she?" Lexi asked, I looked at Jules as I took the shot.
"Not that I've seen." I liked back at the two as I saw Daniel walk over.
"Oh you are fucked up." I said.
"Ted bundy? Really?" Kat asked as I poured myself a real drink.
"I'm covering my drink around you." I picked up my blue solocup,"ion trust you." I walked away eyeing him up and down as I grabbed rues arm,"let's go."
I walked away with rue, I was a little bit worried ya know. Jules being drunk and rue being sober, they're a cute couple, but...I don't know, ya know?
"So you and Jules, what's the plan for after the party?"I asked as we walked around a little, I was more scoping the place out for ash and Fez.
"I don't know, I'll probably go home and like...sleep." She shrugged her shoulders,"what about you?"
"Make fez massage my back because he plans on breaking it tonight." I nodded taking a sip of my drink.
"Do you guys always fuck at parties?" She asked and I laughed.
"Not always but yes." I nodded and took another sip of my drink.
"I feel really bad about what happened." She said as we sat down on a couch in the living area.
"You arent the first and you won't be the last, dont sweat it." I smiled at her,"you gonna stay sober this time?"
"That's the plan." I knew it wasn't but I'll act like I believed her.
"Good."
"So uh, are you and fez actually gonna fuck here tonight?" Her brow raised and I look drunk from my cup.
"There money to make, shots to take, and backs to break, if I recall our conversation correctly." I said with an laugh and she started laughing,"Ash doesn't wanna he seen with either of us tonight."
"I can't blame him." She said and I felt a hand sneak under my chin and make me look up. I locked eyes with fez.
"I didn't know who you were and k was about to throw this at you." I said as he let go of me walking around the couch.
"Please give me a reason to go home." He said sitting down next to me,"was' good rue?"
"Except being sober and Jules already being drunk, good." She said as fez's hand sat on my thigh and he handed me the blunt,"you really are dressed like a pimp."
"thank (y/n), she picked." He said as I blew the smoke out towards fez.
"And you just wore what you had in your closet huh?" Rue asked and I nodded begire taking an sip.
"Yup, he called this dress lingerie, this dress is not practical for that." I argued.
"I mean, it's quick access. and looks like it'll be easy to rip sooo.."
"If it ain't cost a hunded Id have ripped it already." I handed the blunt back to fez.
"Oh so you're like her sugar daddy?" Rue asked and he laughed.
"No!" I protested.
"Sure seems like it." Rue said.
"And what're you an jewel?" Fez asked as he handed me the blunt.
"Just a normal couple." Rue answered In a "sure of the fact" tone.
"Nobody jus' a normal couple rue." Fez said as I took a deep inhale of the blunt and nodded.
"It's too early to really tell and why are you telling me about my relationship?! Each time you two try to break Ik with each other you two just fuck and call it a day." Rue said and it caused me to laugh, smoke leaving my mouth as I grabbed onto Fezcos thigh for some support.
"It's foreplay." I said through my laughter.
"It's toxic."
"Toxic is whateva the fuck maddy and Nate got goin on." Fez said as I talked the blunt on an ashtray on the table. I stood up, fez's hand falling off of my thigh.
"You know where ash is?"
"Why?"
"Why would I be asking if I didn't want anything."
"He out by the pool," he looked at rue,"that ain't no invitation."
"I'm sober." She put her hands up.
"I'll catch you two later." I blew a kiss to the two and walked away.
Fezcos pov-
I watched as (y/n) walked away and went towards the pool.
"Fez I'm sorry for that whole thing a few days ago." She said.
"It good rue."
"It's really not."
"Nah it's good rue, you ain't the first and you ain't gon be the last."
"That's exactly what (y/n) said."she said and i shrugged.
"It's the truth though, ya know?" I looked over at her,"you family rue, I ain't gon push you away unless it for your own good, you like my little sister rue."
"I know fez." She said.
"You stayin sober tonight?"
"Ya, ya." She nodded,"that's the plan."
"Findin strength in god again or whateva the fuck you said ta'me when you came back?" I chuckled and she nodded with a laugh.
"Yup, Yup and this guy named Uh Ali." I nodded as I dropped the blunt into the ashtray as it was burnt down.
"You got a sponsor now?"
"More like some guy I talk to at NA."she pressed her lips together and nodded,"yep."
"Good for you." I held my fist out and she bumped it.
"Thanks Fez." She smiled and looked over to the dance floor, I assume Jewel who was in an Angel costume and dancin like she's 7 shots and a line deep.
Your pov-
I walked over to where ashtray was, he was on one of the outside couches with a few guys and some girls.
"20 each." He said.
"Come on, what can I do for a discount?" One of the girls said touching his arm.
"You tryin to catch a charge? The kids 12." I said moving her hand off of him and holding onto his shoulders, my cup still in my hand.
"Wassup (y/n)?" He asked as I took my hands off of him and grabbed onto the back of the couch.
"Give me Molly and cut me a line will ya?" I smiled, he handed me the small dime back of Molly that had one in it and I opened it.
"She gets it for free but not me?" The girl asked offendedly. I thinks she was a cat?
"Ya cause she works wit me." I came around the couch as I put the pill on my tongue and sat in the free space between her and ash as ash cut me a good size line. I put my cup down and I grabbed a bill that was hanging out of his pack pocket and started to roll it up.
"You got a man?" One of the guys asked, he was dressed in a football jersey.
"Ya." I nodded.
"Who?"
"You don't wanna know man." I said leaning down, placing the bill into nose and at the beginning of the line and inhaling the white power. I put the bill down and leaned my head back.
"That was a show." Another guy laughed, probably about seeing my cleavage as I bent over.
"I suggest you stop talking, he will kill you." I kissed ashtrays cheek as I stood up pulling the bottom of dress down a bit cause it rode up.
"Imma find you later girl." The football guy yelled so I flipped him off Walking back into the house. I took a sip of my drink to get the pill down and then another to remove the taste from my tongue. I sniffled a bit and looked towards the couch. Rue and Fez weren't there anymore but the smell of weed was. Fez was most likely doing a deal and rue was hopefully not doing any drugs. I took a hefty sip of my drink, holding the liquor in my mouth for a second before swallowing it all and making my way to the dance floor.
I got into the group of people my senses being taken over by the feeling the mixes of body heat, of perfumes and cologne, the feeling of people dancing on me. Me and a girl locked eyes and we started dancing with eachother, she gave me a smile.
"Love your costume! What are you?" She spoke over the music.
"A slut! My boyfriend is a pimp!" We laughed and that when I felt
the coke and Molly hitting and the add on of liquor and weed, making me feel free and flowey.
"Im the sun, my girlfriend is the moon
And her boyfriend is the earth!" She smiled as she took my free hand and we danced together.
"Wow that's amazing! My Boyfriends brother is Al Capone!"
"Ashtray right?!"
"Yaa!" At that moment I felt two large hands in my waist, the warm palms against the cuts outs on my hips and against the blinked out thing strap along my skin, swaying em with them. I felt the familiar coldness of the rings and melted into the person behind me keeping the rhythmic- swaying motiion.
Fezcos pov-
I walked away to go make some deals with people in some of the other rooms, got some texts and some people told me to head over so I did. It been about..50 Minuets, an hour maybe? I walked past the crowd of dancers looking it in a bit, I didn't see (y/n).
'Outside then.' I thought as I walked past the couches and out to the deck area. I took a left seeing ash with some guys and a few girls. He handed two people some stuff and they handed him money, he counted and sent them off.
"Yo Ash." I called to him as I leaned on the back of the couch. He handed me the blunt him and this group was smoking.
"Whatchu need?" He asked, I reached into my pocket and handed him a large wad of cash begire passing the blunt to a girl next to him.
"You seen (y/n)?"
"She took some Molly and did a line and went back inside."
"The girl in the slutty blue dress?" Some dude in a football jersey asked, same one I saw Cassie wearing so he's gotta be part of Mkays group.
"Ya."
"Wait ur her boyfriend?" He asked and I nodded,"oh shit!"
"We got a fuckin problem?" I asked.
"Nah man..." he said the words seriously and then laughed,"it's just...she's a fuckin whore."
"The Fuck you just say?" Ash spoke up, the guy shut up,"you wan say that shit again?"
"I'm just sayin she's a Fuckin whore, one of my guys went and dance with her like...ion know,"he looked at him phone,"half and hour ago?"
"I'll catch you later Ash." I Pat his shoulder and walked away. If I didn't walk away I would've had that guys blood on my knuckles.
I walked into the living room and right towards that crowd of people dancing, I found kat and maddy dancing.
"Yo!" I yelled over the music and maddy looked at me.
"Hey Fez!" She smiled.
"You know where (y/n) is?"
"I thought she was with you?!" I grabbed her arm lightly and pulled her out of the crowd,"why? What's going on?"
"Apparently some guy was out here dancing with her half an hour ago, but she rollin on molly sigh' now." I said and felt a tap on my shoulder, Rue.
"(y/n) is in the kitchen with some guy right now."
"Oh shit." Maddy hissed,"fuck him up Fez!"
I walked hehe in rue as we entered the kitchen and there (y/n) was, against the stove and some guy in-front of her keeping her pinned to the appliance. I pushed past rue and the the guy wearing an Orange Jump suit. I grabbed the back of his collar pulling him away and pushed him into the island where all the drinks were.
"The fuck you think you doin?" I asked him.
"Uh...tryna get lucky, the fuck you think?" He stood up straight, we were the same height.
"I think you tryna fuck my girl." He looked at me and back to (y/n) and back to me.
"Bro I didn't know, aight?"
"So you thought that F on that chain was just for fuckin fashion?"
"Ya." He nodded,"look man, I'm a little to drunk for this conversation."
"Ya an imma lil to pissed to just let you walk."
"Punch him Fez!" I heard rue cheer,"or don't, your choice."
"Yo man ain't gotta get violent." He tried to snake away so I grabbed the collar of his suit.
"I'm giving you 10 seconds to get your ass outta this Fuckin party, if I still see you..."I leaned into his ear,"I'm fuckin killin you."
"Understand man, have a great night alright," he walked and looked back,"your girl is hot, you're lucky!"
"Oh shit." (y/n) said.
"And imma leave." I heard rue say.
"Come on." I grabbed (y/n)s wrist and walked her out of the kitchen. I not mad at her, not at all, this just gives me an excuse to be extra rough.
Your pov-
Fez locked the door behind him as I sat on the large king sized bed.
"Come here ." I held my hands out to him as he came forward.
"You a Fuckin slut (y/n)." He grabbed my hands as he lowered down to my face.
"That's how you like them right?" I whispered as I kissed his jaw.
"You high as hell." His hands left mine and went to my waist.
"Mmhm." I bit my lip,"and wet."
"Ya?" His hand slid down my waist and in between my legs,"for me or for that guy?"
"You." I felt his fingers run over the lace that had a damp spot above my clit.
“You sure bout that?” I nodded and he hummed. I ran my hands down his waist, to his hips, before stopping right at his cock, feeling the bulge growing under the blue dress pants.
“You Gon suck my dick good ma?” His brow raised a bit and I heard him kick his shoes off.
“Mmhm.” I nodded as I slid down off the bed and onto my knees, my back against the bed. I unbuttoned his pants and zipped them down slowly while looking up at him.
“You so Fuckin hot Ma.” I slid his pants down his legs and he kicked them away leaving him in his black drawls. The heat in between my legs throbbed as I saw his hard cock through them. I hooked my fingers into the band and pulled them down, leaving him in his suit and button up, which I saw him start to slowly unbutton. I placed kissed on his thighs, taking his cock into my hand and slowly pumping him. I looked up at him, his dark lusted eyes looking down at me.
I licked his tip and then broadly down his cock before coming Up and taking his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly against him. Flicking my tongue over the slit.
“Mmm.” He groaned, i felt his hand go into my hair and push me down his cock a bit, I was still slowly pumping him. I took his deeper into my mouth myself, flattening my tongue as I pulled off to his tip and back down, this is when he decided he would take full control of it and use me being high to his advantage, not like I was arguing. His grip tightened on the hair in the back of my head as he pushed his full Length into my mouth, feeling his tip at the back of my throat.
“So pretty with your mouth full of cock Ma.” He praised, i focused on my breathing so I didn’t gag and then he pulled my off to his rio and back down, saliva already gathering at the corners of my lips and tears at the corners of closed eyes. He sped up his movements, my ankle dug into his thighs, as his took my fully of his cock and back down to either the middle of fully down, using my mouth as if it was a toy. The drugs rolling in me made this feel waaaay better then it did when I was sober. Not saying it didn’t feel good then cause Fuck it did but the drugs made this feel like…well ecstasy to put it. A moan rumbled in my throat as my clit throbbed in between my legs, feeling my lace getting wetter.
“Yes.” He whispered,”such a good girl.” I forced my eyes open, trying to ignore the ever lasting feeling of gagging when he went down my throat. I looked up at him, the baby blue button up, opened against the dark blue cheetah accented suit, his head back, his chains laying against his chest. The sight itself could’ve made me cum right then and there. He looked like a god. My tongue was flat against my lips as hit cock slick in and out of my mouth, saliva falling down my chin, i hollowed out my cheeks the best I could and that caused him to let out a throaty groan. My right hand fell from his thigh and in between my legs, rubbing over that damp spot caused by him.
“You really tou-touchin yoself Righ’ now?” I looked up at him through my lashes, tears escaping my eyes and down my cheeks, his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Mmhm.” I hummed as my eyes closed again, but he pulled me off. I caught my breath, my chest rising and falling.
“Get on the bed.” And I didn’t waste time, i unwed the bed to help me as I sat up on it. He took his jacket and button up off letting it fall to the floor. My eyes grazed over his body, over his soft edges, his shoulders, chest, hips, neck. Over all the freckles that covered his skin till I was pushed down and pulled me forward by the back of my knees which ripped a squeak from me. He hiked my dress up and kissed my thighs going all the way down to soaking, needy pussy.
“Fez.” I moaned when I felt his hot breath on my skin.
“Gon give me what I wan?” He asked and I nodded,”ya?”
“Yes fez.” He didn’t even take off my thong, he simply just moved it. That’s something I noticed whenever I wore it, he always kept it on.
“Who’s this pussy belong too?” He came up, my legs over his shoulders and I felt his cock against my thigh.
“You Fezco.”
“Really? Cause looked like you were about to give away something that belongs to me.” He nipped at the exposed skin on my chest,”you know how I feel bout’ people touchin what’s mine.”
“I’m sorry fez.” I whimpered.
“You gon be real soon.” I felt his tip run over my clit and then my core,”you such a whore.”
“I kno- oh Fuck!” The words ripped through me as he rammed into me, my back arched Ik and I swear to god I thought I was bouta’ cum right then and there.
“Such a wet right pussy.” He slapped my thigh and he wasted no time pulling out and ramming back into me with a groan.
“Oh gooood!” I Moaned as he picked up a Rhythm, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in sharply and fast.
“So good, so-so fuckin good.” He praised as he held onto my thighs tighter lifting them a bit, thrusting into me deeper.
“I’m-im-“ I stammed before moans escaped my lips replacing the words to announce the fact I wasn’t gonna last another second.
“Cum then.” And I already was, he didn’t stop thrusting into me, he had a plan, what that was I don’t know but his thrusts and movements were meticulous.
Fezcos pov-
(y/n) heels were digging into my back, her hands gripping the comforter tightly, the insides of her thighs were soaked from her..5? Orgasms so far. My thighs were soaked from it too, I’ve cummed once and I’m still going. (y/n) mascara was smudged down her face, her lipstick smudged on her chin and her mind muddled by my Dick, the molly, and her orgasms. She wants to act like a whore, then imma treat her like one, imma pull out as much orgasms as I can from this slutty Pussy of hers, showing her who the Fuck she belongs to. And it was working. My name was only word coming off of her lips that I could actually understand.
“Oohmyfuck- fez!” She moaned.
“Nah, you wait.” I grabbed her face,”you fin show you can be a good girl and wait.”
“Fezzz!” She groaned, I let go of her face and slapped her and grabbed her face again.
“Fuckin wait.”
Your pov-
Back in the party-
I was sat on the couch next to Fez, the smell of his blunt flowing into my face. I touched up my makeup in the bathroom with what Maddy had on her. And fez cleaned me up with a rag. My legs were in fact shaking but I felt great.
“Yo rue.” Fez called out to rue who was on the other side of the couch.
“What?”
“You wanna buy (y/n) for an hour?”
“Are you trying to pimp her out to me?” I let out a laugh.
“Ya.”
“What the Fuck.”
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collab || J.Y
ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ
Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader
Words: Just enough
⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠
As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.
You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.
Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.
Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo
The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!
Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)
Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.
The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.
Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.
The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.
Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.
Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.
Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.
"You already got prepared?"
Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.
You took a good look at his outfit.
"You always dress like that? Wow..."
Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.
The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.
You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.
The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.
"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.
"Hm?"
His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.
"I am ready if you are!"
He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.
In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.
"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.
Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.
Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.
"So we've already decided?" You asked.
The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.
"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."
You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.
You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.
"Alright, that's about it."
You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.
"You're not getting dressed?"
Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.
"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."
You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.
Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.
The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.
There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.
"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"
Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.
The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.
'Make her sit on your thigh'
You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.
"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.
There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.
You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.
The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.
Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.
Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.
"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.
As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.
You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.
"Shit, you're doing so good..."
Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.
The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.
'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'
Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.
"Hmm, you know what, so do I."
You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.
Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.
His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.
"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."
You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.
"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"
It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.
There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.
"Shit, get on the ground."
You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.
Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.
"Say ah, pretty baby."
You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.
Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.
"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."
His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.
The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.
He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.
"Behave."
It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.
You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.
He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.
You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.
"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.
You chuckled.
"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."
Yunho very kindly scooped you up.
"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."
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