#and myself a little but i have never been a big dancer

[looking-to-rattle-the-stars]

mmm thinking about how i feel a little bit like howl when i take my girlfriends hand sometimes lol i’ve noticed i will often walk behind her and grab one of her hands and then adjust to be at her side keeping my other hand on her shoulder! and often if we are walking and holding hands and either enter a place or are walking up/down something i tend to raise her hand up lightly so that she may lead and/or break apart if need be,, wonderful pretty girlfriend…

[andy-wm]

Say it with flowers

My thoughts on the SGMB live recording video.

I've had this in my drafts for months. It's one of those moments that I just can't move on from. If this has already been discussed at length I won't be surprised but just in case it hasn't....

WHO gave Jimin those flowers...?

When the SGMB recording video first dropped, i saw comments that the flowers were from Loco or from Big Hit or from the SGMB band.

I cannot agree. Did the commenters not SEE the flowers?

I believe the flowers to 'support Jimin's future endeavours' were from Jungkook.

Because of course they were.

And for those who need an explanation, here's why:

This is not a bouquet of flowers you would get from colleagues, or your management company, or even your friends. This bouquet screams PASSIONATE LOVE. It is so obvious that i can't even imagine giving a platonic friend these flowers without a lengthy explanation (or a confession), let alone a professional acquaintance.

Let's take a closer look at Jimin's bouquet:

I took the time to research all the components of the bouquet to make sure i wasn't overreacting (Me? Overreact?! Never!!)

Here they are:

Red roses - passionate love, romance, and desire - 12 of these roses if I counted correctly, which represents a declaration.

Mini red chrysanthemums - in red, the chrysanthemum means love and passion, or truth

Sacred bamboo (Nandina) - the berries represent changing hardship into good, the end of hard times, and prosperity. It also wards off evil. (7 is the leaves of the Sacred Bamboo)

More red roses - either bush roses or a smaller variety. Love, again.

Red viburnum - "To make red hot". Passionate love, Love stronger than death.

Silver Wattle - hidden feelings, hidden love. (wow)

Sacred bamboo (leaves see #3 for berries)

Difficult to identify but I think it's either Veronica or Salvia. Veronica symbolises loyalty, fidelity and love. Salvia is for protection, and red salvia means forever mine.

I think this might be pink muhly grass. It doesn't seem that common in floristry but it is a very romantic and beautiful seasonal grass in Korea.

Barley grass - time for relaxation, free time, or prosperity.

Those flowers are a grand gesture

They're a declaration of love.

Jungkook is after all the king of grand gestures...

... and he knows a thing or two about the language of flowers.

So it seems perfectly fitting for him to make his heart known with a huge bouquet.

Naturally the theme of the bouquet is very much in keeping with the theme of SGMB,

The central tenet of the song is the truth untold and, these flowers certainly tell the truth, loud and clear.

I find myself thinking about whether he chose to do it in front of a crowd of people and I actually don't think he thought too much about them. Based on what I know of JK's personality (admittedly very little, having never met the man) I believe he thought of Jimin, and Jimin only.

Did he take a gift that would not only celebrate Jimin's achievement, but also show his commitment to that love and to not hiding?

Both heart and my head say yes, that's exactly what he did.

💜💛

I also believe JK was at the SCMB live recording

Here's why:

Having seen AYS, we know Jimin does this parody of the SNTY choreo to tease JK. Would it have been as amusing for Jimin if JK wasn't there to see it? I doubt it, as the payoff (JK's grumbling) wouldn't happen. Where's the fun in that?

And also:

Jimin: "Can i come over for a meal?"

Loco: "We can all go together" points to someone off-screen

[Remember that Loco is friends with Jay Park, who Jungkook is also friends with]

Jimin: *looks at person off-screen* Dammit. So much for secrets

And also:

Jimin, looking to the right of the camera, which is where everyone else will be looking in a moment.

Yup, we see Loco, Pdogg, and several of the dancers repeatedly glance to the right of the camera. They seem very interested in something there, sharing their attention between Jimin and the distraction off-screen. It would seem rude if it weren't for the fact that Jimin himself is equally distracted.

And also:

Pdogg's cute head shake at this situation tells me there's more going on here than we can see.

This song remains one of my favourites. The lighthearted joy and humour that runs through the live performance, the choreo, the melody, and the lyrics is everything I want for Jimin.

I hope his happiness lasts decades, our beautiful flower boy 💛

While we're on the topic of flowers, let's recap on the meanings of the oversized flowers on the set of SGMB:

According to Korean floriography (that's the study of the symbolism of flowers)

Blue anemone - anticipation, and protection from evil

Purple aster - love triumphs

Orange lily - cheerful love (strikingly similar to JK's birth flower)

White Poeticus daffodil - connection to youthfulness and the awakening of desire, rebirth, hope (young forever?)

Butterfly - happiness and transformation

I do have a gazillion references for the floriography, which i will add.

Its such an awesome and fascinating topic. I never knew that it became not only popular, but empowering, because so many 18 century women were unable to access an education and were therefore illiterate.

The symbolic meaning attached to flowers became an important communication tool for them.

🌻🐰💗🐥⚘️

Edited to add references (these may not be all of them, I had SO many tabs)

https://simplybeyondherbs.com/daffodils-flower-meaning/

https://www.freddiesflowers.com/blog/floriography-the-lost-language-of-flowers

https://greg.app/articles/

https://en.namu.wiki/w/%EA%BD%83%EB%A7%90

https://kukka.kr/farmersmarket/

https://www.lovetoknow.com/home/garden/meaning-symbolism-different-color-chrysanthemums

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: the dancer and the angel part 2

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: lyra kane is closer to your boyfriend than ever seen as grayson has just been put of her team in the grandest game and it’s making you a little nervous, you don’t trust her and you don’t want her too close to him

parts: part 1 part 3 part 4

warnings: mild swearing, SPOILERS FOR TGG

a/n: I had quite a few requests for a part 2, so here she is… trying to get into my productive era right now (fake it till you make it right??)

tag list: @tornqdowarnings @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @sweetlikeanangel @lxvebelle @xoxo-vee @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @zaraaaabear @thoughtdaughter3 @benny1989fredd @elysianwayy77 @maybxlle @sheisntyou @anintellectualintellectual @aleatorio1234

RECAP

“Whose team is he on?” I say quickly.

“Odette Morales and Lyra Kane.”

***

Lyra Kane. Lyra Kane. Lyra Kane. The name rattles around my brain, echoing off of my skull, only to replay in my mind again. Of course it just has to be Lyra Kane that he’s on a team with. That breathtaking woman with beauty that shouldn’t be possible for a human. Yeah, that Lyra Kane. I feel like laughing and crying all at the same time, so I express nothing instead. Why did it have to be her? Out of all of the players.

I’m not jealous, I try to convince myself, I’m just concerned. Yes, that’s it. Except it isn’t and the only person I’m lying to is pathetic little old me. I am ferociously jealous. It scolds me torturously, raging from the pit of my stomach, crawling under my skin to settle comfortably.

Grayson loves me, I know this. I felt the kisses we’d shared on the beach moments before he’d gone into the stupid house. They still linger on my lips now, I could taste him slightly, I’d heard him say he loved me, only me and yet I can’t get the feeling out of my system. The jealousy always manages to seep its way back in. I’m sick with a disease called envy.

I don’t want to be the jealous girl, the possessive one that people roll their eyes at or avoid. That’s not me. I didn’t want it to be me. But deep down I’m petrified that that’s who I’m becoming. I sigh, realising I was just going to have to swallow it. What could I do about it now? Besides I know Grayson, I trust Grayson. He wouldn’t let her try anything on, would he?

***

Hours of waiting and not watching. We couldn’t see the players at all. Or hear them. Anxiety is killing me slowly from the inside out, gnawing happily at my organs. I spin the ring on my middle finger as my leg jigs up and down, counting down the seconds until sunrise, four-thousand one-hundred and eight-two to go.

“You know you don’t have to look so panicked all the time,” Nash sighs, slumping down beside me.

“I’m not panicked,” I say, forcing a laugh.

“Sure darlin’,” he says, “my name’s Roger and I have a pet turtle.”

I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to smile, “I mean it, I’m fine.”

“It’s completely safe in there, we designed it that way,” he explains slowly, soothingly, “no one’s going to get hurt and there’s an emergency button just in case.”

“Okay,” I nod, exhaling.

I don’t believe him and his words don’t offer me much comfort. My overthinking brain is currently listing all of the ways Grayson could possibly die in the next ten minutes. But Nash is trying and I’m thankful to have him.

“At least pretend you’re convinced,” he drawls, a twinkle in his eyes.

Maybe I’m not convinced that everything’s going to be fine but I am convinced Nash has a sixth sense called ‘big brother knows all’ because for some reason he always knew everyone’s thoughts and feelings, even when they were trying to hide it. Either that or he’s a mind reader.

“I am,” I tell him, as convincingly as I could muster, “everything’s going to be fine.”

“Shit!” Jameson yells from across the room, perfect timing as per usual.

“What?” I hear Avery ask quickly.

“The powers gone out,” he says, smacking the table so hard I didn’t know how he didn’t break a bone.

“What do you mean the powers gone out?” I say, standing up and walking over.

“I mean they have no light, no heaters and they ate completely locked in by the mechanisms,” he explains, gesturing to the blank screens.

“We’ve lost all connection to them as well,” Xander murmurs, eyes darting from left to right at each and every screen.

“Everything?” I exclaim, trying not to get over-anxious and failing miserably.

“Yes,” Jameson confirms.

“You’re panicking her,” Nash scolds him.

“Well she asked I’m not going to lie,” he defends.

“Not the time to argue guys,” Avery rolls her eyes, getting back to the computer. Jameson follows her lead, trying to reconnect the lost signals.

“Shit shit shit,” he groans as more things shut off. He slams his hands down on the keyboard and starts guessing random buttons, “Xand help me out here,”

“Don’t you worry, dearest brother,” Xander replies calmly, “I’m working on it.”

Silence hits us like the dead. We’re all intently staring up the layers and layers of code coming up on the several screens. I can’t understand any of it.

“This is Python,” Jameson points at one of the scenes.

“Yeah and this is Java,” Xander nods, “but I have no clue what this is.”

“Shit,” Jameson curses, running a hand through his hair, reminding me of Grayson when he was overstimulated.

“Not yet,” he replies, turning to the other Hawthorne brother present, “Nash do you remember when I was in fifth grade-“

“The de-coder book?” he says before Xander even finishes.

“Please,” he nods sharply.

“Got it,” he replies, rushing out of the room.

“Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?” I whisper to Avery

“Absolutely none,” she shrugs, looking as clueless as me offering me some comfort.

“Who would even cut the power?” Jameson asks to nobody in particular.

Avery and I share a look. I already know we’re thinking the same thing.

“Grayson is in there, does she know that?” I ask quickly.

“I don’t know,” she replied, chewing the inside of her cheek

“She?” Jameson interrupts. We both ignore him.

“Don’t you think he’ll be her prime target,” I say, the worry warping my tone a little in a way that made me sound a little too vulnerable for my liking.

“Target?” Jameson says. We ignore him, again.

“Most likely, if it is her,” Avery sighs, tapping her bottom lip melodically.

Jameson looks at Xander, baffled, “are they speaking in code?”

“I’m kind of concentrating right now Jamie, please don’t talk to me,” he responds, not taking his eyes off of the computer screens as he attempts to decode.

“Who are you talking about?” Jameson raises his voice a little, forcing me and Avery to address his question.

“This could be Eve,” Avery says softly.

“Eve?” Xander says, freezing mid-type and actually lifting his head up.

“No surely not,” Jameson shakes his head in denial.

“Think about it,” I say, “who else can you think that would want go sabotage this game?”

“Anyone who fancies a good bit of money,” he states, “and it could be nothing at all.”

“A power cut isn’t nothing,” I argue.

“I hate to agree the circumstance,” Avery exhales, “but it’s true, this feels like a threat of sorts.”

“And we can’t contact the players meaning anything could happen right now,” I say, worry bleeding into my voice.

Jameson’s face softens.

“But they’re locked in,” Nash points out, sauntering back in, “no one is getting in or out, that means they can’t be hurt.”

He hands the decoding book to Xander who frantically flips through the pages to find something in particular.

“Windows can be smashed,” I point out.

“You think whoever this is would risk smashing a window,” Nash asks, with his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know how these people work,” I snap, throwing my hands up in the arm.

“You’re shaking,” he says softly.

I look up to see my shaking limbs. Immediately they drop to my sides and I desperately try to still them, “no I’m not-“

“Breathe a little okay, Gray will be fine,” he reassures me, his tone placid, as he delicately takes my shaking hands between his.

“Look as long as they all stay put no one should get hurt,” Avery says calmly, “the glass on the windows are double glazed and harder to smash than the average window, that is if they’re going to risk that.”

“Besides Xander’s on it,” Jameson adds.

Xander sticks a thumb into the air, still audibly tapping the keyboard with the other, “whoever did this is incredibly skilled at hacking and annoyingly so,” he mutters in reply.

No one talks. We are all just stood in silence, barely daring to breathe not wanting to break Xander’s concentration. Mine and Avery’s hands are intertwined, gripping the others so tightly that our fingers are white. Xander is frantic. He’s practically sweating as he types quickly and clicks buttons I didn’t even know existed. And just when it seemed like he might be getting somewhere more and more boxes of undeciphered code popped up. I’m close to being hopeless when Xander leans back in his seat.

“We’re back up and running,” Xander announces, “lights, buttons, connections, locks, everything.”

Avery and I squeal, hugging each other tightly. Relief floods through my body and I’m giddy with it. Xander stands up and breathes out slowly.

I kiss his cheek in affection and gratitude, platonically, “thank you Xander.”

“You’re welcome,” he says.

“I owe you a scone,” Jameson tells with a slap on the back.

“That, you do,” he nods with a wide grin.

“What do we tell the players?” Nash asks, reminding us that the game is still going and the players will be wondering what the hell just went on.

“Do we tell them the truth?” Xander asks.

“We don’t even know the truth,” Jameson tells him.

“Then we tell them what we know,” Avery says, “Nash?”

“You got it kid,” he nods.

Xander slides an arms around me.

“Sorry ‘bout that folks,” Nash drawls through the microphone, “brief technical snafu on our end, but we’re back. You still have sixty three minutes until dawn. As long as at least one team makes it down to the dock by the deadline, the rules still stand.”

It’s fine, everything will be fine. Three thousand seven hundred and eighty seconds left. I rest my head on Xander’s shoulder and he puts his head on mine. I think he’s the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. If he weren’t I’m pretty sure my body would be some sort of odd shaped puddle of consumed thoughts on the carpet. Only one sentence goes through my head, over and over and over. I can’t wait to have my arms around Grayson again.

***

It’s almost sunrise when we make our way to the dock so we’ll be there for when the players make it out. If they make it out. I walk in between Xander and Nash, trying to keep up with their obscenely large leg strides. Avery and Jameson lead the way holding hands. My heart squeezes, it won’t be too long before I see Grayson again. I know it seemed stupid, we had only been apart for a few hours, but those hours had felt like weeks given all of the events that had taken place. Not to mentioned the long prolonging wait of which I couldn’t see or hear him.

And there was still something going around in my head. Something about him being with Lyra Kane for this long in such close proximity. It was grating at me, but I push the feelings down and bury them under a mound that I’m trying to ignore.

“Want to have a bet?” Xander ruffles my hair, stealing me from being consumed by my own thoughts.

I slap him away, “I’ve heard it’s dangerous to wager with a Hawthorne.”

“What’s my brother been telling you?” he asks.

“Mum’s the word,” I wink back, tapping my nose.

“What’s your bet on little brother?” Nash asks.

“What team will make it first,” Xander grins, mischievous glint in his eye.

His brotehr grins towards the sky, “had a feeling it might be.”

“I’m bias then,” I scoff.

“Okay so your Hearts,” Xander says.

“Hang on I never agreed to this bet,” I exclaim, holding my hands up to surrender.

“Whoever wins gets a scone,” he bribes me.

“That only benefits you,” Nash points out.

“Actually I would also benefit, I like scones,” I smile sheepishly,

“See? Who are you voting Nash?” Xander asks.

“I’ll go with Clubs, I’m rooting for Gigi,” Nash shrugs.

Xander nods, “that means I’m going with Diamonds.”

“You don’t have to,” I tell him.

“Yes I do, otherwise it’s uneven,” he says. I wasn’t going to argue.

“Who would your original vote gone to?” I ask.

He smiles at me, a cheeky glint in his eyes, “no one shall ever know.”

“What are you three wittering about,” Jameson says, interrupting the train of conversation as he turns around.

“Probably something better than the lovesick whispers you two are sharing,” Xander teases.

“Xand-“

The thumping of footsteps cut him off. It’s a race. Hearts and Diamonds are out. Savannah is the fastest, Rohan hot on her heels. Though Lyra takes them both over in a matter of seconds. She must be a runner. Would explain the to-die-for figure. Grayson is close behind her thought Odette trailed behind slightly, but for a woman of her age she’s doing remarkably well. They all arrive within milliseconds of each other, breathless and rosy-cheeked.

“Congratulations Diamonds and Hearts, you’ve made it,” Avery smiles.

“Where’s Clubs?” Savannah asks, its only then I notice how her longs blonde hair has been chopped off unevenly. It makes her look even colder than before, sending a chill down my spine

“Still playing,” Jameson says.

“Gray,” I breathe in relief, as he takes me into his arms.

Something about the hug feels unnatural maybe even slightly uncomfortable, but I brush it off. We’d both been awake for far too long. I couldn’t trust my judgement on this little sleep.

“You okay?” I murmur into his shoulder.

“Fine,” he replies, so only I can hear him.

“Good.”

It hit sunrise and something sinks in my stomach. Clubs haven’t made it. Gigi is out of the game. This is going to destroy her. We all wait in silence. All knowing Clubs have failed, all knowing the disappointment we’d have to see on their faces. My heart is thumping loudly in my chest, I can hear it in my ears. I grip onto Grayson’s hand tightly. I catch Lyra’s honey golden eyes. She looks me up and down as I narrow my eyes at her. I can’t read her body language towards me, it was difficult to make out what she was thinking or feelings. I turn away and try not to think too much of it.

There’s sound coming from the left of us and in the distance there are three figures. Everyone’s eyes snap to the three remaining players who’s hearts are probably all sinking in realisation that they were nit longer players in this game. Then I notice what’s in Knox’s arms or rather who… Knox is carrying a bleeding Gigi. My stomach twists. Grayson freezes beside me.

“Put her down,” Grayson says sternly, his voice commanding authority.

Immediately Knox gently places Gigi down, making sure she was stable before he completely let go. We rush to her side immediately. Grayson putting a protective arm around her shoulder, his eyes flitting between the gash on her head and her face.

“Oh god Gigi,” I murmur tentatively touching her bloodied head to assess how severe it is.

“I’m fine,” she winces, blinking back tears.

“You are not,” Grayson says, his voice hard almost empty, “you’re injured Gigi.”

“Who among us is not occasionally concussed?” she says happily.

“Our team is out of the game, go ahead say it we’be been eliminated,” Knox says turning to Avery.

She ignores him and approaches Gigi, “are you okay?”

She nodded with a smile laced with the pain he thought she could hide. Maybe it was invisible to the others, but not to me. I’ve been under the same mask she’s trying to hide behind now. I understand. Grayson keeps his arm around her and I keep my hand in hers. She squeezes my palm and I squeeze hers back. I’m here, I wanted to scream, I’m here for you.

“Diamonds and Hearts, you’re onto the next phase of the game. Clubs… there’s always next year,” Avery finally brings herself to say.

“Once a player, always a player,” Jameson adds.

***

I don’t leave Gigi’s side until Nash has patched her up properly. ‘Stay with her, please,’ Grayson had murmured after we’d shared a quick kiss. He’d had something to discuss back at the dock with Odette. And Lyra. So I did, I stayed by Gigi’s side through every wince, every hand squeeze, every stitch.

“All patch up darlin’,” Nash nods, tipping his cowboy hat towards her slightly.

“Thanks,” she smiles brightly, it’s an unnatural fluorescent brightness that she radiated. Too bright, too artificial.

“You feeling okay?” I make sure, looking at her head.

“Fine,” she replied, gently feeling over her stitches.

Before anyone can say anything else there is a sharp knock at the door interrupting the thread of conversation. Nash answers. Brady walks in. Something was off about that guy. I got a bad feeling when I was around that guy. Nash gets up to leave and as much as I want to stay, it’s not my place to and I know that.

“Holler if you need anything,” Nash tells Gigi.

“We’re not going far,” I reassure her.

“Don’t worry about me,” she beams up at me, though the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “really I’m fine.”

“I think we both know that’s a lie,” I say, my voice so low I’m not sure if she can hear me.

The way her eyes soften, revealing an ounce of vulnerability, indicates she has, “can we talk later? Maybe on the boat back?”

“Of course we can,” I say, squeezing her hand in mine one last time, before standing up to leave her to talk to Brady.

She nods with a small smile which I return, then turn to follow Nash who’s holding eye contact with Brady intensely. As soon as we’re out of the room and a few paces down the corridor Nash blurts out, “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I,” I grimace, at least someone else had picked up on Brady’s sketchy vibes, “he gives me a weird feeling.”

“Same here kid,” he nods in reply, then pauses slightly before saying, “you go and find Gray, I’ll be close by if she needs me.”

I fumble over my words. How did he know again? He has to be some sort of mind reader. I make a mental note to discuss it with Xander.

“Are you sure?” I ask quietly.

“I’m sure,” he says, placing a brotherly hand in my shoulder, “I know you’re still worried, you’re horrible at hiding it.”

“Thanks Nash,” I chuckle, brushing hair out of my face,

“No worries kid,” he says, shooting me a lopsided grin as I rush off to reunite with Grayson.

***

The boat left for the mainland at noon, that was when Gigi, Knox and now Odette were leaving, as she traded her place for Brady’s. But the players had been told to try and get some rest before the next phase. I’d also been up all night and could feel myself growing tired, so Grayson and I were currently laying on our bed in each other’s arms. It feels nice to finally breathe a little. I don’t feel the weight of stress from my jealousy or guilt or worry, I just feel normal.

“Do you think Gigi will be okay,” I murmur into Grayson.

“Nash is used to patching up our ailments,” he responds, his tone a little distant. It made me iffy.

“Yeah but I mean after being cast out of the game,” I reply, “I know I wouldn’t feel great if I were in her position.”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, blowing out a short breath.

“I’m worried about her,” I say quietly.

“Me too,” he whispers, “I’m really worried about her.”

“I think we’re going to talk later,” I tell him, hoping it might provide himnwith some sort of solace.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I confirm, “I hope she might get whatever it is that’s hurting her off of her chest.”

“Make sure she’s okay for me, okay?” he makes sure, “no matter what.”

“Of course,” I say, a little confused. Why had he said it like that? Like something bad might happen? Like I might lose him? I brush off the feeling. I put it down to overreacting, as usual.

We fall into a long silence as I trace different shapes on chest with my finger tip. I slowly drag it along, with no specific shape in mind. A blank expression is present on his face and I can see he’s deep in thought. There’s something on his mind and I have a horrible feeling it has something to do with the unseen, unheard happenings of the grandest game.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask him, doe-eyed.

“Hmmm nothing,” he says, refusing to look me in the eye.

“You sure?” I press on.

“I’m sure,” he says, planting a kiss on my forehead.

The kiss was off and I could see something was bothering him but he didn’t want to tell me, I’d wait until he was ready. Even if it were forever.

“What was it like in there?” I ask, attempting to change the subject, “the game.”

“It really was the grandest game,” he whispers, “like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

“Really?”

“They outdid themselves thoroughly,” he says.

“I bet,” I nod, nuzzling further into him affectionately.

“You really couldn’t hear or see anything the whole time?” he asks, a hint of worry delicately woven into his tone. It was so brief you would’ve missed it if you didn’t know him. But I know Gray.

“Nothing, it was like hell,” I say with a small tired laugh, “it was killing me that I had no clue if you were okay.”

“I was fine,” he replied quickly, almost curtly.

“Well I know that now,” I yawn and feel my eyes begin to close slowly but I fight to keep them open.

“You’re tired,” Grayson says, the ghost of a smile faintly touching his lips.

I shake my head in denial, “no I’m not,” I protest, “not even a little bit.”

“Go the sleep love,” he whispers.

“I want to talk to you though,” I pout, rubbing my eyes.

“We‘ll have plenty of time tomorrow,” he says, playing with my hair.

“Okay,” I murmur, letting myself fall into a dimension of much needed sleep, finally with my love back in my arms.

***

I wake up in the middle of darkness, though there is light desperately trying to make it through the black out blinds. I wonder how long I’d been asleep for, it couldn’t be past noon though. I’m aware of the coldness on the other side of the bed. Grayson wasn’t there. It wasn’t exactly uncommon. Usually when we were home, if it were the early hours he would either be swimming or having a wander and a read to make himself tired again.

I hear the door handle turn slowly and the sound of his all too familiar footsteps hitting the floor. I crawl out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, as I make my way toward him. Though as I do he stands still, frozen, like he can’t move. Concern latches onto my throat.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, tentatively touching his arm.

He recoils away quickly, like I’ve hit a tender nerve or a bruise of sorts.

“Are you hurt?” I ask worriedly

“No,” he murmurs, his voice stone cold.

It hurts a little more than it should, he’s never usually so blunt, so cutthroat. Not with me anyway.

“Where have you been?” I say, fishing for an honest reply.

He meets my eyes for the first time. Swimming in endless pools of grey is a mournful sorrow, “I’m sorry.”

His voice cracks. Grayson’s voice never cracks.

“Gray?” I say in a ghost of the whisper, the word not even feeling real once it is said. My pulse quickens suddenly and a large lump that I cannot swallow forms in my throat.

He’s pale, his face is regretful. Hollow. Lifeless. My heart sinks. I already know.

“Tell me,” I say, my voice shaking nearly breaking like weak houses in an earthquake.

He shakes his head glossy eyed, “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I never meant for it to happen, I-“

“Tell me,” I grit through my teeth trying to prevent the thick emotion building up in my chest from overflowing.

There is a long pause. A deadly silence that seemed to last for days.

He parts his lips and utters the words, “I kissed her.”

It’s like a masked killer has dragged me from the comfort and safety of my own bed in the middle of the night, taken me into the thick of the wood where the vegetation is overgrown and no one will ever hear you scream. The part where it’s hard to see the sky or tell day from night and where no birds sing. And once we’re there, he takes a sharpened knife, laced with the most excruciating poison and slowly opens the left side of my chest, carefully ripping out my beating heart full of blood to destroy in his hands at his leisure. Grinning as her leaves my broken body to bleed out, dying heartless and lifeless. It’s like the person under that mask is Grayson. The one person I put all of my love and trust into. The one person who I thought would saved me from the masked killer is the masked killer. What a fucking joke.

“Who?” I ask, my tone low, dangerous, angry, “who did you kiss? I want to hear you say it.”

“I kissed Lyra,” he whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks, a state I’d never witnessed him in before. But right now I’m too broken to care.

My heart shatters into a million pieces on the spot. And then I am numb with agony.

a/n: so that was a fun ending :) hope you enjoyed part 2 my loves <33 and thanks to everyone who requested it, I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it

NOTE I DONT THINK GRAYSON IS A CHEATER!! LIKE AT ALL. MY BABY WOULD NEVER!! but I thought I’d spice things up a bit yk, for the ✨drama✨

ALSO the de-coding thingy when the power went out if probs completely wrong on my part but I was allowed to drop computer science last year and I did ;) so I was just waffling, I know nothing about computers other than they can type, play music and they provide me with google and amazon

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[stevielicious]

𓆩⟡𓆪 His Little Stripper 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[weewookinard]

I know you said fluffy, this is more smutty, but still happy I promise.

We all know Buck and Tommy are masc4masc, horny4horny, freak4freak, but the reason why they're each other's best ever sexual experience is because they're also goofy4goofy.

Both big beefy firefighters, they're used to being expected to act a certain way, to play a certain role in a sexual relation. They're no strangers to kinks either. What's precious about them is that they feel safe enough to enjoy sex with one another for what it is, without any pressure to preform, and sometimes it means laughing and goofing off mid-act.

Buck is lying on his back in bed, Tommy is bouncing up and down on his cock with near perfect cadence. While Buck enjoys being sloppy, getting lost in the feelings when he bottoms, Tommy never struggles to maintain control when he does, like an expert lap dancer.

Tommy's leaking cock gentle slaps onto Buck's stomach every time their bodies meet. This erotic picture almost makes Buck come on the spot, but then Tommy introduces some circling motion to his hip movement, Buck can't help but close his eyes and throw his head back at the new sensation.

When Buck opens his eyes, he stares at Tommy's cock for a bit, then suddenly turns his head to the side and covers his own face with his hands. Tommy gets a little worried seeing Buck's shoulders shaking, but he merely slows down his pace. They've both seen each other cry during sex before, it's not a big deal, sometimes it gets emotion or it's just hormones doing weird things after a magnificent orgasm.

"You okay, Evan? Want me to stop?" Tommy asks in concern.

"No, don't stop. It's... it's fine," Buck finally takes his hands off his face. While he does have tears in his eyes, he's not sobbing, he's laughing so hard that he tears up.

"What's going on?"

Buck points at Tommy's dick, now spinning around in circles, "it's a... hahaha... it's a helicopter."

Tommy looks down, and yeah, it is kind of funny.

"Wait wait wait, get off, I want to try it myself," Buck pulls out and flips them around so that Tommy is on his back this time.

It takes Buck a few minutes to get the hang of the spin, but he's so proud of himself when he finally gets it.

"Look, Tommy, I'm the pilot now!" Buck's chuckle is soon cut short by a moan, "ahh... wow, this actually feels amazing."

"Don't stop, baby. Keep it in the air."

in France we call this hélicobite and i think that's beautiful 🥲🥲

but for real, i am a fan of this Cee!! my husband and i we laugh a lot when we have sex and sex should be fun and relaxing!

which might not have been the case for Tommy before he met Evan! Sex is supposed to be sexy for a strong man like him, almost animalistic, and shit, and at first he believed it too because he only knew gay sex through porn. what he has with Evan? you don't find it (in porn movies) son, you make it (happily, messily, perfectly ❤️)

[sevikasmommy]

I didn’t think I would find myself writing again, but the chokehold this woman has on me is too much to bear. So, here is Exotic Dancer Reader and Patron Sevika. Men, Minors, and Ageless blogs DNI.

You've started getting excited for your regular on Saturday nights. She was the definition of tall, dark, and beautiful. Your exact type. Every time she came in for a dance, you would run your hands down those sculpted biceps, feeling the muscles twitch and stretch underneath your fingertips. 

Her lips always twitched into a teasing smirk, her eyes lighting fire every time they raked down your exposed chest. You loved the attention she gave you. It’s so much better with her than with any of your other patrons. She made you feel like the only gorgeous girl in the world. 

You keep your Saturday nights fully open. She always tips you plenty, so you don’t worry about it too much. Tonight was a little different though, something just felt different. The doors to the club slammed open, all the dancers, waitresses, and patrons freezing in their spots as they watched the large woman walk in. 

Your head rested in the palm of your hand as you sighed, her metal arm peeking out from under her poncho. She always knew how to make an entrance. Her eyes caught yours, a small smirk playing at her lips. She had a cut on her upper cheek, and dried blood crusted around the cuts. You could see some bruises blooming on her face and arm.

“Hey there, Gorgeous.” Her voice ran sultry in your veins, making you a little weak in the knees.

“Hey,” you tried your best to sound flirty, your voice cracking slightly, “You here for our usual, Vika?”

You could see Sevika bite her lower lip, her eyes slowly searching your face, then shooting down for just a moment to your cleavage. You chuckled lightly, your hand reaching out to run down her biceps.

“I was thinking about just… talking tonight, sweetheart. Just wanna enjoy your company.” Her smile dropped, almost as if she was disappointed. 

You gave her your most reassuring smile, your hand flowing smoothly down to catch her wrist. “Come on, big mama. You have me for as long as you want.”

Without waiting for her answer, you take her to your favorite room. It wasn’t the specialty rooms you usually had her in, but a destressing room. With low warm lighting, comfortable seating, and a light lavender incense wafted in the corner. 

You took a deep breath, opened the little cabinet, and grabbed Sevika’s favorite with two small glasses. Sevika slowly made her way fully into the room, taking in her surroundings and watching as you readied her favorite drink. 

You smile sweetly at her, drinks in hand. “Go ahead and sit down, love. You know I won’t bite.” You chuckle slightly.

It earns you a slight hum from her as she sinks into the soft cushions. She readjusts a little, the cushions fighting against her movements. “Since when did you guys have… these rooms?”

You shrug your shoulder, standing between her legs as you hand her a drink. “They’ve been sittin’ empty, so we decided to turn them into ‘softcore rooms.’” She accepts the drink, humming at your response. 

She takes a sip and leans her head back against the couch. You could see her chest rise and fall as she sighed deeply. 

You take your place on her lap, shimmying to make yourself comfortable. Her metal arm gently grabs your crossed legs, pulling you a little closer to her. She quietly asks you to take her drink so she can run her flesh hand up your bareback and wrap it around your waist.

You hum slightly, placing the drinks on the coffee table. Sometimes when Sevika gets too overwhelmed with everything, this is how you would find her. Your comforting weight on her lap, her head buried in the crook of your neck. You wished this could be all the time, dreamed every night of being the perfect wife for this woman. 

But you never knew if you were even that attractive to her. Maybe she just liked you because you had easy access to blow off steam. You shook your head, the thoughts threatening to sting your eyes with tears. You concentrated on her shallow breaths, her shoulders relaxing as you ran your fingers across them.

She squeezed you a little tighter, and you thought she had said something to you. “What was that, Vika? I didn’t quite catch it.”

She sighed, her head lifting to look into your eyes, “Thanks for… well everything.” Her eyes were so beautiful in this light, little flecks of amber floating among the dark grey. But, she looked so exhausted.

You sighed, bringing your hand to her jaw. “Of course, Vika. I’m always happy to help.” Your thumb caressed her cheek, some of the dried blood flaking as you did so. You smiled softly, reaching under the coffee table for a small first aid kit. 

Sevika chuckled slightly, rolling her eyes as you got a small gauze pad to put disinfectant on. “You don’t have to do that, Princess. I can take care of it later.” 

You scoffed slightly, giving her a soft pout. “I can’t send you home beat up like this, love. That just won’t do.” You chuckle lightly, watching as she silently twists her head to let you clean the wound up. 

This wasn’t new territory for you. Any time she came in slightly beat up, you were there with something to clean her up with. But this time, her flesh thumb stroked down your hip bone causing slight shivers to run up your spine. 

For some reason, this time felt so much more intimate. You pressed down a little harder, the wound opening slightly. You heard her hiss slightly, her hand squeezing your waist a little harder. 

“Sorry, bein’ a little stubborn. But I got all the gunk off. Let us get some bandages on it.” You smile slightly, her eyes fluttering open to stare at you. You could feel the blush staining your cheeks from her gaze. 

You bandage her up, making sure to be careful and not hurt her again. She smiles at you, her cute tooth gap showing slightly. You chuckle, her head dipping back down to the crook of your neck. 

Eventually, she starts mumbling. How her job is going? How she managed to get herself hurt like that? You stay silent, running your hand along the back of her head, feeling the buzzed hair. Scratching in that one spot you know she likes. 

She stops talking suddenly, her breath coming out kind of shaky. “Can… Can I ask you something?”

You feel yourself freeze up, but relax immediately. “Yeah, Vika. What’s up?”

She takes in another shaky breath, squeezing you closer to her. “Would you…. Would you go on an actual date with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and your brain freezes instantly. “I…. Did I just hear that right? You’re asking me on a date?”

You feel Sevika’s grip leaving you, she grips your wrists to get out of her hold. She’s not looking at you, though. You panic slightly, dropping your hands down to her shoulders. 

“Sevika, oh my gods, yes! I’ll… I’ll go on a real date with you.” She whips her head to stare at you, her eyes searching for something. 

She releases a breath, her chest deflating. “Really? Is Tuesday night okay with you? Around 6?”

You couldn’t manage to wipe that smile off your face. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked up at you. “Yeah, that sounds great! I would love that.” 

After that, you both chatted about nothing in particular. About your lives in the undercity, and how you both managed to get there. 

After a couple of hours, your shift is almost up and the club closes in 10 minutes. She gives you a soft peck on the cheek, chuckling as she sees the blush crawl up your neck. 

“I’ll see you Tuesday, Gorgeous.”

[songbird-and-her-fos]

Dance Lessons

Emmrich/F!Rook

Emmrich likes to indulge in the finer arts, including dance, and wants to share this with Rook. Sadly, Rook has little confidence in her dancing abilities

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A quiet day at the Lighthouse. Lyrei “Rook” Ingellvar didn’t know what drew her to the small hidden room with the big piano, but she found herself there nonetheless. There were so many more enjoyable things she could spend her time with, she told herself, so why come here? Perhaps it was the instrument itself that attracted her to this seldom visited corner of the Lighthouse; Rook loved music, though she had never had the opportunity to learn to play. So her fingers only lightly grazed the ivories, never truly pressing any of them hard enough to produce a sound.

She missed music. Be it the lengthy elegies written for funerals back in Nevarra or lively drinking songs filling the air of taverns; she hadn’t heard any of that in way too long a time.

Hadn’t Bellara discovered an ancient Elven music box not too long ago? Just as Rook resolved to ask about it soon, someone entered the room.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, dearest. I’ve been looking for you.”

She turned around, her face lighting up with a smile. “Emmrich.”

He held up the artifact in his hands. “I asked Bellara if she would let us borrow her music box; there’s something I want us to try with it.” He placed it on a nearby table. “I had at first considered trying to teach Manfred how to play the piano for us; he was very interested, but I think he needs to focus on his magic training for the time being.”

“Now you’re making me curious”, Rook said cheerfully. “Don’t keep me in suspense like that!”

“My darling, have you ever tried dancing?”

Rook bit her lip. “I haven’t. I’m not sure I would be any good at it, to be honest.”

Emmrich stretched out his arms to pull her against him. “Nonsense. I see how you move in battle; you are a born dancer if I’ve ever seen one.”

Her eyes flitted about the room, for the first time trying to look at anything but him. “I don’t want to embarrass myself; especially not in front of you.”

Emmrich leaned forward and kissed her. “I would never judge you, you know that. Come, we'll start with a simple waltz. Without music, so you can get a feeling for the steps first.”

Rook hesitated for a moment, but found herself unable to say no to him. Not when he was so excited at the prospect of dancing with her. “...Okay, but I take no responsibility for any damage done to your toes.”

“Marvelous! It's easy, really.” He placed one hand on her waist and took hers with the other. “Start by taking a step forward with your left foot, then a sideways step with your right foot…”

This “simple waltz” felt anything but simple at first. She executed the steps just as Emmrich instructed, but kept losing the rhythm and felt her face heat up every time she stumbled. Just when she was about to ask if it was time to stop, Emmrich paused.

“Rook, my dearest, you are way too stiff. Relax. Don’t worry too much about executing every step perfectly. Just focus on me.”

Rook took another deep breath. “Focus on you. Okay. I can do that.” She concentrated on his eyes, gentle and loving as ever. No trace of judgement or annoyance. He moved, and she followed, her mind easing to a pleasant emptiness that left space for the two of them, and nothing else. She barely noticed when his hand slightly moved and the music box began playing. It was an ancient Elven song, a far cry from modern ballroom music, but it still flowed into their movements like a guiding breeze. That was her entire world in this moment; music and movement… and Emmrich, smiling at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I knew you could do it.” Delight lit up his eyes.

“What can I say? I have an excellent teacher.”

Step by step, they twirled through the room, allowing themselves to get lost in the moment. One, two, three…

Emmrich’s hoarse chuckle slightly pulled her from her thoughts. “You are absolutely beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards. “Says the stunning man in front of me.”

He laughed, and her heart did a little flip.

The song slowly fizzled out, and with a final spin, Emmrich, kissed her and then rested his forehead against hers. “I love you.”

“And I love you. And… thank you for teaching me how to dance. Maybe we can do this more often?”

“Whenever you like, my dearest.”

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Strip

Dominick "Sunny" Carisi Jr. x Y/N - drabble - 2K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: undercover Carisi, stripper reader but nothing described, threats, trafficking, abuse, mention of SA, basically all the warnings that come with SVU as a whole

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Carisi sighed as the colorful flashing lights made the club feel ethereal. The naked flesh around him emanating the pungent smell of sex, money. He would never get used to that part of the job. He always felt bad for the women in this place. Not because they were sex workers, but because of how the men viewed them, treated them. As if they weren’t human, something to use. And the men always had these dark hollow eyes, like sharks. Throwing money like that somehow gave them permission to do as they pleased. The mic in his suit scratched against his skin as his arm stretched to follow you. 

Sitting him in the large chair of the private suite, you closed the curtain, turning around to face the man. You walked towards him with a sway in your hips.

“Is it ok if we… don’t?” the man said.

You stopped in front of him with a confused and shocked expression. “You don’t want a dance?”

“No… but I can pay,” he said, fumbling with his wallet before he handed you $200. “I just needed to get away…” he mumbled trying to remember the name you had told him over the thumping music.

“Candy.” you shrugged, taking the money from him and putting it under the strap of your bra. “Not a fan of clubs?” you asked him before sitting on the arm of the chair as it was the only place to sit in the tiny room. 

“Sunny,” he said, shaking your hand like a gentleman, “And no not really, especially this one.” he said, looking up at you. 

You let out a chuckle, “No? I’ll let you in on a little secret - me neither.” you took out a cigarette and lighter from behind the chair, you and the other dancers had them stashed in almost every room.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked, taking the lighter from you and holding it out for you to light the cig. 

“Strippers don’t have worker protections ya know? And our boss, yikes.” you said, letting out a drag.

“The uh, the big Russian guy?” Carisi asked. The Russian owner was the target, after one of the girls from the club had been found dead in an alley with a surprising amount of “work” to make sure she was hard to identify. 

“Vladimir Kosorovka.” you said, even his name sent a chill down your spine. “He’s…” you paused, realizing what you said next could earn you one of Vlad’s punishments.

“You’re safe, I promise.” Carisi said, instinctively going to hold your hand.

“He’s a monster.” you shuddered. “Diamond went missing and he didn’t even sound concerned… and when she was found… dead, all messed up… I swear he smiled? Like he was happy that it took the police days to figure out she worked here, and that's only because Daisy called the tipline because she was worried.” you said, your hand trembling in his grasp. “I think he did it.” you whispered.

“Why’s that?” the man asked, his eyes told you he wanted to know but that he would also protect you from Vlad.

“Ya know, its never been hard for me to tell when a cop comes in, especially undercover. You all look around too much.” you said, pushing Carisi’s shirt aside slightly, seeing the mic taped to his chest. Carisi looked down, trying to think of what to do now that he was compromised. “You’re safe, I promise.” you said, squeezing his hand for reassurance. 

“What can you tell me about your boss?” he said, much more confident in himself now that he wasn’t hiding. 

“Like I said, he’s a monster. He beats us. Robs us. Rapes us. We’re his and we all owe him a debt… If I knew the price I never would have come here…” you sighed.

“Come here?” Carisi asked.

“He brought all of us to the USA, all the dancers out there are illegal, including myself. It's why we don’t leave… can’t leave… until we work off our $20K debt. If we have sex with him he takes off $100. Even if he forces us… how generous.” you said with a nervous smile, trying to conceal your anxiety. You had never told anyone this, but something about the man in front of you made you feel safe.

“What do you want to do, if you didn’t have to stay here?” he asked.

His question stunned you for a moment, realizing it was coming from him and was completely unrelated to police work. “I… want to become a citizen and go to school…” you said.

“And then what?” he said, his eyes encouraging you to go on. 

You smiled softly at him, “I want to be a lawyer… to put people like Vlad away.” 

Carisi broke out into a bright smile, he couldn’t help it. “I’m gonna be a lawyer too, maybe I’ll see you in class sometime.” 

You put your cigarette out on the back of the chair, flicking the butt behind it as well, “Wouldn’t that be nice?” you said, a tinge of sadness in your voice.

Suddenly you heard stomping, the pattern was familiar - Vlad. You could hear him yelling in Russian but only one word stuck out to you -  конфеты. Candy. Without thinking you pushed Sunny back against the chair, your fingers running through his silver locks to mess his hair up. You tugged at his tie, covering the mic.

“Trust me?” you said, looking at him with panic stricken eyes.

He nodded quickly, hearing the steps get closer. 

You dropped to your knees, undoing his belt quickly before dragging down his zipper. Carisi’s face was burning red but he played into it when the door swung open, throwing his head back and gripping your hair.

“Move it Candy.” Vlad said with hostility in his tone, yanking you up by your arm. 

“Hey man I paid $200 for this action, let her finish eh?” Carisi said with faux irritation.

Vlad looked between the two of you, he snatched the $200 from your bra strap before tossing you back towards Carisi. Your tall heels made you stumble backwards, landing straight in his lap. “Make him happy, then come to VIP.” he said before slamming the door shut.

Carisi felt you tense when Vlad mentioned VIP. “What’s in VIP?” 

You remained frozen on his lap, “Nothing good… It’s the last place Diamond went before she…” your hands clenched into fists.

Carisi gently switched places with you, sitting you down before he straightened out his clothes. “Stay here.” he said.

You snatched his hand, “Please don’t leave. You’re the police, you have to protect me… something awful will happen to me if I go up there.”

“Trust me?” he asked, squeezing your hand. 

You looked between his eyes for any signs of deception but found none, you nodded watching him open the door to leave. “My name is Y/N. Y/N L/N… just in case something happens to me.” you blurted out.

“Dominick Carisi, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he said before shutting the door. 

You stayed still and silent, after a moment you heard screams, yelling, the music cut off and it sounded like people were raiding the building. You stayed where you were not wanting to bump into Vlad or any of his friends. When the door burst open you saw a woman with brown hair and eyes. 

“Hey you’re ok, my name is Olivia, you’re safe.” she said, shrugging her large jacket off before handing it to you.

You took it, nodding at her gratefully as you put it on. Anything was better than walking into the cold New York air in a tiny string bikini if you could even call it that. Olivia led you out slowly, red and blue lights flashing everywhere. 

“I want Sunny.” you said randomly as EMT’s sat you down, covering you with a shock blanket.

“Ok honey, I’ll send him your way.” Olivia said before re-entering the club.

After a while you saw him emerge and come your way. You don’t know why but as soon as you saw him your eyes watered and you couldn’t help but hug him.

“Thank you…” you whispered. 

He hugged you back, trying to comfort you.

The embrace didn’t last long, Vlad was dragged out in cuffs but as soon as he saw you hugging a cop he rushed you. He knocked you to the ground before the cops could restrain him. “You are dead little one. You cannot hide from me in this city. I own it, I own you. You and Diamond will both belong to the gutter. Slut.” he said, spitting at you with his final insult before being dragged off.

Carisi helped you off the ground, “That was a direct threat to a key witness.” he said to Olivia.

“I know. She needs a safehouse.” Olivia said.

“No please! Vlad has friends in the police, I am as good as dead.” you said with a watery voice.

“No you’re not. I’ll take care of this.” Carisi said to Liv, she nodded at him despite not knowing his whole plan. 

Carisi left you with the EMT’s while he had his wire removed and stored with the rest of the evidence. As he sauntered back to you, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked in the early morning light. The sun had yet to rise but it was slowly making its way there. 

“Come on.” he said, holding a hand out to you.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he led you to his cruiser. 

“Home. It’s safe, warm, and nobody will know you are there.” he assured you. 

“Is that allowed?” you asked out of curiosity.

Carisi shrugged, “Our secret.” 

You smiled and nodded. The drive was quiet and you were sure you fell asleep at some point because when you woke up you saw the city behind you. “Staten Island?” you asked.

Sunny nodded as he parked before running around to your side to open the door. He walked ahead of you, showing you to his apartment. Inside you finally stopped shivering, you kneeled down finally taking off your heels. When you stood on your feet you let out a sigh of relief. Now you had to look up at Sunny when he spoke.

“I’ll get you some clothes.” he said before walking off. You remained where you were, feeling awkward. 

When he returned he handed you some pajamas that were soft to the touch, “They’re my nieces, should fit you.”

“Thanks.” you said, dropping the coat Olivia had given you to put them on. You noticed the blush on Carisi’s face as you dressed. “Don’t get embarrassed now.” you chuckled.

His laugh was the most perfect sound you’d heard in so long. Genuine and full of heart. “Italian?” you said.

He looked at you with intrigued eyes, “What gave it away?” he asked.

“You put your heart into everything.” you said. You were always so perceptive, it saved you more times than you could count.

Carisi smiled at that, “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Honestly I’d love to just sleep… Vlad kept the club open 24/7 and made us do coke to keep up. I don’t remember the last time I slept in a bed.” you said, crossing your arms in front of you to hold yourself.

Carisi’s smile dropped to one of knowing sadness. He nodded for you to follow him which you did. He opened a door at the end of a narrow hallway. A large bed with blue bedding. 

“She’s all yours.” Carisi said.

You smiled at him before running and jumping onto the bed. Your body melted instantly at the softness of it all. The second you closed your eyes you felt yourself drifting off. You could hear Sunny giggling at your actions before you felt him pull a blanket over you. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, just down the hall. Come get me if you need anything.” he said before leaving. 

As you drifted off you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who not only saved you but made you feel something other than terror. It wasn’t lust, it was more pure than that. Butterflies? God you hoped so, and hoped that just maybe he felt them too.

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Naboo's Note:

Merry Crisis everyone lol my brain is so fried and its only going to get worse over the next three days. Hope ya'll enjoy, XOXOXOX!!!!!!

[darylas]

Chapter 3 - Ghost of a Chance

John "Bucky" Egan x singer!fem!reader first ♫ previous ♫ next ao3

You go on a double date to distract yourself from thoughts of Bucky, a task made more difficult when he is sitting in the same pub.

4.2k words

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Non-consensual use of drugs, Attempted sexual assault, Mild violence

Disclaimer: Most of the characters mentioned are based on the dramatic portrayal featured in the Masters of the Air limited series, not the actual historical figures they represent.

A/N: Please read the warnings! MAJOR tone shift coming in from the north. I promise next chapter will be lighter!

“So, how long have you been in merry old England?”

“Less than a month, though it doesn’t feel that way,” you answered, swiping your thumb across the condensation that had formed quickly on your glass in the humidity of the pub. You were sat across from Lieutenant Tom Foyle, a pilot in the 351st. His dark hair was styled neatly with pomade, his handsome face clean-shaven. Next to you sat Millicent “Millie” Vance, another Red Cross girl who had somehow roped you into being one-fourth of a double date. 

“Oh? Does it feel longer or shorter?” Tom asked. He seemed genuinely interested in your answer, as he had with everything you’d said that evening. He had kind, curious green eyes that made you feel like the only person in the room. 

You looked down at your glass, half empty. “Both. Neither. To be completely honest I’m not quite sure. The work gets so repetitive that time seems to stand still some days, but other times it feels as though the clock is ticking faster than a runaway train. I suppose there’s nothing like war to make time feel rather short.” You gave Tom a reassuring smile, ending your little monologue before it grew any more depressing and soured the whole evening. “Sorry,” you said, holding up your glass. “It appears that gin makes me a tad melancholy.” 

The blond pilot sitting across from Millie spoke up. “That’s funny, it makes me giddy. Of course, that could just be our present company.” He leaned forward, addressing Millie. “I told Tom that you had to be the prettiest girl this side of the ocean.” 

Millie grinned and replied, “Glad we’re not on the other side of the ocean, then,” causing the pilot, Dan, to let out a surprised wheeze of laughter.

While Dan continued his boisterous flirting, saying something about Millie having wit as well as looks, Tom leaned toward you, filling your nostrils with the pleasant scent of his aftershave. He smirked and said in a low voice, “I believe his exact words to me were, ‘What a dish!’.” 

You chuckled softly, pleasantly surprised that you were actually enjoying yourself. “I suppose we can’t all be Humphrey Bogart.”

“Sure, we can.” Tom cocked his head slightly to the side and spoke with Bogart’s deep and gravelly voice. “We’ll always have Paris.”

You laughed as he sat back in his chair with a smile. “You saw Casablanca?” you asked him.

“Yep, right before flying over. I’d go see movies whenever I could.” He huffed a quiet laugh. “Used to think I could be an actor. Wouldn’t that be something? Seeing yourself on the big screen?” He certainly had the looks for it. 

“Maybe after the war, you could pursue an acting career. I’m sure Hollywood would snatch you right up.” Tom smiled bashfully at the compliment. “I actually wanted to be in movies myself when I was younger. Particularly musicals. I’m not much of a dancer but hell, neither is Bing Crosby, and he gets away with it.” You took another sip of gin, inwardly wincing. It was stronger than the drinks you normally favored, but Dan had ordered a round for the table. You had never liked when a man ordered food or drink for a woman, but you didn’t want to embarrass Millie by declining. 

“I’d see your films over Bing’s any day,” responded Tom, who managed to combine flirtation and authenticity with such ease that you were beginning to feel skeptical. You couldn’t help but glance toward the back of the pub, where Major Egan had been sitting with some of the other men for the past hour. You were surprised to find him looking right back at you. He gave you a small smile and a subtle nod. No wink, no devilish grin. Curious. Reflexively, you smiled back, then looked away. 

Much to your annoyance, John Egan had begun to appear in your thoughts almost regularly and uninvited. Ever since that night at the club, he had gotten under your skin like a persistent itch. An egotistical, irritating, handsome, intriguing itch. You kept these thoughts to yourself, as you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his asinine attempt to insult you into a conversation almost worked. By the same token, you were still wary of him, knowing his track record with women. 

You knew, not so deep down, that you had agreed to come on this double date to distract yourself and perhaps meet someone else to occupy your thoughts. Someone like Tom, who picked up his glass and said, “To our Tinseltown dreams, then.” 

You clinked your glass with his and said, “To Bing Crosby and his two left feet.” 

Millie spoke up. “You know, our Red Cross canary here sings an old Bing song just beautifully. The one from that short with Mary Kornman. Anyone who’s ever made coffee and doughnuts with this one in the morning has heard her sing it.” 

You shrugged one shoulder. “Anything to distract me from throwing that blasted doughnut machine out the window. I swear, my poor old Zippo is more reliable than that thing.”

“I thought you said your lighter doesn’t work anymore,” said Millie. 

“Exactly,” you replied, to the laughter of your companions. 

Tom, with laughter still in his voice, looked at you and said, “I’d sure love to hear you sing it sometime. After all, when some bigshot movie producer calls to ask me about your talents, I want to give him an accurate description.”

Dan scoffed. “Why would a movie producer call you about her?”

Tom lightly smacked his friend on the shoulder. “Why would anyone call you about anything?”

Dan’s blond mustache twitched as he smirked. “You’re hilarious. Anybody ever tell you what a gasser you are?”

There was a brief pause, during which your traitorous eyes suddenly flicked back to that table in the back of the pub. Major Egan was not looking at you this time, his attention currently fixed on his friend Lieutenant Curtis Biddick while he seemed to be mimicking various boxing forms. Egan laughed and hollered with the rest of the men at the table. He looked younger when he laughed, less like a commanding officer and more like a carefree young man. You assumed he shouldered a great many cares, and that the weight of them would only increase as the war continued. The humidity of the pub had caused a few curls to come loose over his forehead, the fire behind him giving his skin a warm glow.

“I’m sure the pianist knows it,” said Millie, breaking you out of what you could only describe as a trance before the Major caught you staring.

“Knows what?” you asked, praying to high heaven you weren’t blushing.

 “The song! You could sing it here!” 

“Oh, Millie, please. Most of these boys hear far too much of my caterwauling back at base. They come here to get away from that. Besides, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m in the middle of a date.” You gestured between yourself and Tom. 

Tom smiled. “As much as I’m enjoying said date, I think the one thing it’s missing is a beautiful song sung by a beautiful lady. And I think all the guys in here would agree with me.” 

“I don’t think they would-”

“What, you want me to take a poll?” asked Millie, teasingly. “Dan, sweetie, would you mind?”

Alright, maybe she wasn’t teasing. Dan stood up and shouted, “Gentlemen! Who wants to hear our 100th canary sing us a song?” His question was answered with a chorus of affirmative shouts and whistles from around the pub. 

Tom looked at you and grinned. “Sounds like you better head over there.”

You grinned back and let out a resigned huff of breath before standing up. “I suppose orders are orders, Lieutenant.”

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Bucky heard your laughter from across the pub. His eyes immediately turned towards you as the sound reached him, his instincts taking over before his thoughts could catch up. He’d seen you walk in with one of the pilots in the 351st, decked out and chatting with Millie Vance. You were smiling at that pilot now; not the plastered-on, rehearsed, all-American smile he had grown used to seeing at Thorpe Abbotts. This was the real thing, and it was beautiful. What would he give to be the reason for that smile? To be the one to make you laugh like that?

He would fly through a thousand miles of flak. 

Bucky rubbed a hand over his face. He might just be the most pathetic man in the entire fucking world. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he was so keen on someone. You had to be some sort of siren, luring him out to sea with your alluring voice, only to drag him down, down, down, to the depths of the ocean. He was surprised to find he didn’t mind. With a barely concealed smirk, he realized that being eaten alive by you would not be a terrible way to die. 

You had glanced his way once or twice, no doubt feeling his eyes on you. He had tried to look away, to focus on the stories told around the table, but he simply couldn’t help himself. His gaze kept falling back on you. He had never seen you without your Red Cross uniform, and the dress you were wearing had clearly been custom-designed to drive him crazy.

Bucky was grateful for Curt’s loud voice and enthusiasm as he talked about boxing. The distraction was a welcome one, though he supposed that you were the true distraction in this case and not the other way around. 

“I can’t believe Buck didn’t come,” said Curt, finishing off his whiskey. “He knows exactly what I’m talkin’ about. The high guard stance ain’t shit in the ring. It’s all about-”

“Gentlemen!” called a voice from across the pub. “Who wants to hear our 100th canary sing us a song?” The place was filled with the sound of whoops and hollers from nearly every table. Bucky watched you grin at your date–Foyle–and stand up before walking to the piano.

Curt didn’t miss a beat before saying, “Uh oh. Look out boys, you might see Bucky cry. The music really gets to’m.”

“Yeah, the music’s lookin’ like a solid sender in that dress,” said Hambone, earning a round of laughter from the table. 

Bucky smiled good-naturedly, used to the ribbing at this point. “Alright, alright, laugh it up. Since when is a guy not allowed to appreciate a beautiful dame, huh?”

"Bucky, you've been eyeing her all night," Jack interjected. "You stare at her more than Douglass stares at that photo of Betty Grable he keeps in his pocket." Another round of laughs. Bucky took a long sip of whiskey as Curt patted him on the back with a grin.

He watched you lean down to speak softly to the pianist before standing up straight and clearing your throat. “Don’t you boys hear enough of me as it is? I don’t know what’s gotten into you; well, I suppose I have some idea,” you said, tapping your nail against someone’s glass to make a plinking sound. The crowd laughed, many raising their drinks. “I’m going to sing an old song, but I asked my new friend Alan here to keep it short. I have a drink of my own I’d like to get back to.”

Next to him, Curt laughed before leaning over and saying, “She might be too much of a firecracker for your sorry ass.” Bucky elbowed him in the arm, making him laugh harder. As the pianist started playing a slow, pleasant melody, Curt leaned in again and said, “Or…she just might be perfect for your sorry ass.” Bucky furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at his friend, who smirked and shrugged. “What? I get sappy when I drink.” Bucky didn’t have time to reply before you began to sing.

I need your love so badly

I love you, oh, so madly

But I don't stand a

Ghost of a chance with you

You sauntered between the tables as you sang, the patrons smiling up at you. Bucky preferred when you sang slower songs like this one, the drawn-out notes more sensuous and poignant. As you came within ten feet of his table, you stopped moving. Your eyes met his and lingered for a moment as you continued your song. He was spellbound.

I thought at last I'd found you

But other loves surround you

And I don't stand a

Ghost of a chance with you

You walked back to the piano, leaning elegantly against it as you finished the last line of the song. Applause rang throughout the pub and you nodded graciously before shouting, “How about my new friend, our amazing pianist, Mr. Alan Bennett?” The applause and shouts continued as you said “Thank you; enjoy your evening,” then headed back to your seat. 

When Bucky saw you smile once again, genuinely, at Foyle, the spell was broken. No, he hadn’t been on the receiving end of that smile yet, but your shared moment just now gave him a glimpse of hope. You had looked at him differently then, not with contempt or that devastating neutrality from before, but with something else.

Christ, he really was pathetic, knowing that look would be all he thought about for the rest of the night. He deserved the boys’ ragging, as well as another glass of whiskey.

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You listened to Millie tell an amusing story about an old neighbor back home as you finished your drink. Even though you weren’t currently talking, you noticed Tom stealing frequent glances at you. You smiled encouragingly at him before fanning yourself with a napkin, the heat in the pub somehow having gotten worse. 

As Millie continued her story, your thoughts drifted to Major Egan. When your eyes met his grey ones during the song, you were struck by the tenderness and reverence in his gaze. He hadn’t looked at you like a prize, like an object to be used until he grew bored of it. You had held that gaze for longer than you intended; it didn’t change, but you felt like you did. 

For that brief moment, no more than five seconds, you were no longer in the pub, but somewhere else entirely. You weren’t sure exactly where you were during this momentary lapse of reality, but you knew you had gotten there through his eyes. You had always heard of getting lost in someone’s eyes, but in that moment, you didn’t feel lost. Instead, you felt as though you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Perhaps you had been too quick to judge him.

Perhaps you should get to know him better.

Perhaps it had just been a man watching a woman while she sang. 

All of these confusing thoughts were beginning to give you a headache. 

In fact, the noise of the pub seemed to grow louder by the second, and the lights seemed to get brighter. You squinted. 

“Honey, are you alright?” asked Millie. You hadn’t realized she’d stopped talking. You gave her a reassuring smile.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I think the crowded room is getting to me. I might need to step outside for a moment; get some fresh air.” You scooted your chair away from the table.

Both men stood as you did so. Tom pushed in his chair and came around to your side of the table, looking concerned. “Can I accompany you outside? I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’d appreciate it, actually.” You looked at Millie. “We’ll be right back.”

As you stood up, you lost your balance and braced your hands on the table, causing the legs to make a loud noise as they shifted. You flushed with embarrassment as multiple patrons looked in your direction, some sniggering to each other. Millie put a delicate hand on your arm. “Are you sure you’re alright? I think we need to head back.”

You waved her off. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m fine. I just stood up too fast. A few minutes of fresh air and I’ll be good as new. Don’t you dare move; this is your one night out. I’m fine.”

Millie continued to look at you with skepticism and concern, but Tom offered you his arm and you took it, walking toward the front of the pub with slow, deliberate steps. 

Suddenly, you were outside the pub, still holding on tight to Tom’s arm. You breathed in the night air, hoping it would clear your head. It didn’t. 

“Feel any better?” asked Tom. 

You looked at him and were alarmed to see that you were no longer outside the front entrance, but alone with him around the side of the building. You couldn’t remember how you got there, but Tom’s arm was still in your grasp. You continued to cling to it, as your dizziness had gotten worse and you were afraid you might fall flat on your face if you let go. 

“No, I….don’t,” you answered, having difficulty forming the words. This sudden ailment was clearly something that needed more than fresh air to fix, and you knew it was time to call it a night. Could you really be this drunk? Yes, the gin had been stronger than what you normally drank, but you only had one glass.

Tom looked at you with concern. “I’m so sorry. Are you feeling well enough for the trip back? It would probably be safer to book you a room for the night.” He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. 

“I think I’d like to…to go back to base and get in bed.”

“Is that an invitation?” he asked softly, brushing the backs of his fingers down your bare arm.

“Nnnn…no.” The pain in your head was worsening, your mind telling you that you needed to leave. Now. 

Tom spoke your name, his voice still soft. “I think that you and I go together so well. You’re incredibly witty, charming, and so lovely.” You felt him stroke the side of your face. You went to push his hand away, but it was gone when you lifted your hand to your face. “I’m curious to see if our compatibility goes beyond the conversational level, aren’t you?”

When you looked at him again, your head spinning with the effort, his handsome face still held the same charm and sincerity from before. 

“Tom, I want to leave. Right now!” You wrenched yourself free from his grasp and turned toward the street. Your movements had been too sudden and you stumbled forward, haphazardly throwing your hands out to avoid falling on your face. You closed your eyes and braced for the feeling of asphalt on your palms, but it never came. When you opened your eyes, you saw the dark olive drab of a military uniform and felt strong arms around you. Of course Tom had easily caught you. You prepared to scream for help—

“The hell is going on out here?” 

The person who’d caught you hadn’t been Tom. It was that major. He stood with you still limp in his arms, Millie close behind him looking panicked. 

He looked at you, then at Tom, then back at you, his expression quickly morphing from confusion to alarm. You must have been quite a sight. 

With urgency in his voice, he spoke your name. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?”

You stood up, another wave of dizziness crashing over you as Millie rushed to help you. “I think I’m…quite unwell, Mister…sorry, Major…” You looked at him quizzically, his name escaping you. Why couldn’t you think of his name? His face had been in your thoughts constantly over the past few days. 

The man reluctantly removed his arms from around you and allowed Millie to support you. “It’s Bucky. But you still only call me Major Egan, remember?” He looked terribly worried, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to address it. Your only concern right now was getting away from Tom and into bed. You were so tired. When you didn’t respond to him, stumbling once more into Millie, his expression changed again to one of fury. He turned toward Tom, who had begun inching his way out of sight. 

Bucky moved fast enough to exacerbate your dizziness, grabbing Tom by the lapels of his jacket and shoving him against the wall. “You put somethin’ in her drink? Did you do this to her?” The quiet, menacing calm of his voice was a stark contrast to his violent actions. 

Tom had the good sense to look frightened for a moment, before flashing his handsome smile at the seething major. “I was just offering to escort her back to base,” he said. “Clearly the poor thing can’t take her liquor. I didn’t do a damn thing to her drink.”

“Like hell you didn’t,” replied Bucky, before he let go of Tom’s jacket and punched him in the face. Hard. Millie shrieked.

Tom fell to the ground in a graceless heap, his nose bleeding and misshapen. Putting a hand up to his nose, he yelled, “What the hell was-”

“You need to get the fuck out of here right now or your nose won’t be the only thing I break tonight.” Bucky’s fist was clenched, blood on the knuckles. Tom scrambled away and was soon out of sight. 

Bucky turned back toward you and Millie. “She needs to see a doctor,” he said to your friend. 

Millie let out a sigh and replied with a tired voice. “No, she doesn’t; not right now anyway.”

Bucky gestured furiously at you. “Look at her!” You frowned and looked away.

Millie spoke with a cold gravity you had never heard from her before. “I see her, Bucky, and unfortunately, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen something like this. I know how to help, and I’m taking her back to base. Her symptoms should be gone tomorrow, but she needs rest.” 

Bucky said nothing for several seconds, then pinched the bridge of his nose. He said quickly, “Alright. Fine. But if anything, anything, seems off, you take her straight to Smokey, understand?” 

“I understand. I’ll take her tomorrow, just to make sure everything’s okay.” Millie began leading you toward the front of the building and the street, with Bucky following close behind. Eventually you were back in front of the pub.

Bucky looked at you, began to reach toward you, then put his hand in his pocket. “Let me take you home. Or would a room here be better?”

You stiffened.

“Excuse me?” you said, your head pounding.

Bucky looked taken aback at your sudden tone. “I just wondered if it would be better for you to get a room here for the night so you can rest.”

Son of a bitch. 

You pointed a finger at his chest, missing and poking his shoulder. “You. Is this what you wanted?”

Bucky furrowed his brow and shook his head. “What are you talking about? You think I wanted this to happen?”

“I saw you. I saw you looking at us…looking at mm..me. Was this part of your plan?”

Millie, who had her arm looped through yours, put a hand on your shoulder and said, “Honey, I know you’re confused, it’s not your f-”

“Did you think that you would play the knight in shining armor and that...that I would fall into your arms, overcome with- with gratitude? You thought I would g..go to bed with you?” Bucky shook his head vehemently and opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going. “I knew it. I knew that a dance would never just be a dance with you. I knew it.” You swayed, but Millie tightened her hold on you and you stayed upright. “I knew it,” you said to her. 

She rubbed your back soothingly. “Okay, honey. Let’s get you in bed, alright?” She turned to Bucky and spoke so quietly you couldn’t hear her over the noise of the music inside. You watched as Bucky nodded, his lips pressed tightly together. He looked back at you, nothing but concern in his eyes. But that’s how Tom had looked.

Fighting the pain at the front of your skull and the increasing urge to vomit in the nearest waste bin, you let go of Millie’s arm and took a wobbly step toward him. He removed his hands from his pockets, ready to catch you again, but you stayed upright. You said to him in a low voice, “I think you’re despicable.” The major said nothing, still watching you with the same worried look on his face. Inside the pub, you heard the pianist start playing “Blue Skies”, followed by at least two shouts of Bucky’s name. “Sounds like you’re missing your ‘signature song,’ Major. Please, don’t let me keep you.” 

With that, you allowed Millie to once again wind her arm through yours and lead you away from the pub, hopefully on a path toward your bed. She sighed. “Don’t worry, I told him you didn’t mean a word you said.” You frowned at her, confused. “I’m so sorry; if I had any idea that Tom was such a…” She sighed again. “Never mind. It does no good to apologize to you now when you won’t remember it. We’ll talk again tomorrow.” 

As you made your way back to your barracks, fighting sleep the whole way, all you could think of was a slow song and two grey eyes staring into yours.

[ageingfangirl2]

What Do You Want To Know! Benn Beckman (One Piece) PART 1

Benn wants information and he knows exactly who to go to in order to get it. You hate your job, but could this pirate be your way out. Benn x Reader (female) light SMUT (lap dance)

PART 2

This was your job, it sucked but paid the bills. You were an exotic dancer, a fancier term for stripper. Tonight you'd made good money on the pole, but then your boss tells you that a client requested a private dance so you couldn't say no. This was where the real money was at, men would unwind and tell you things, and you could then sell that information on or blackmail them. You were close to making enough money to quit and leave this town.

You change into something more revealing, touch up your makeup and leave the dressing rooms. The private rooms were on the floor above, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs directed you to room three. It had been a while since someone requested you by name, that usually meant they wanted information and since the Marines had just come through it would probably be about them.

BENN

The door opens revealing y/n in all their glory. They'd changed outfits, the one downstairs was black and sinful, but now they wore a white babydoll with a slit up the front exposing their flat stomach and perky breasts, it matched the white panties and white stockings leaving nothing to the imagination. It screamed innocence but there was nothing innocent about y/n.

'Hello Benn, you requested little old me,' they purr and close the door behind them, 'I didn't even know you guys were in town.'

I straighten up in my chair, 'How could I resist baby you're ravishing, I came straight here after we docked.'

They giggle and strut towards me hips swaying. From time to time they ran their hands up and down their body playing with the hem of the panties while keeping eye contact which was hot. When we first met three years ago y/n was shy but now they have blossomed.

I watch as they circle the chair, and once behind me rest a hand on my shoulder and bend over, their other hand trailing my chest as their warm breath tickles my ear, 'I think someone is enjoying themselves, you've been at sea too long.'

They were right, a bulge had appeared in my pants and I had no shame as I let out a chuckle, 'Are you going to sort it out? Give me what I need?'

They join me in laughter and release their hand from my shoulder. Next thing I know they are in front of me, their chest at perfect eye level, before they lower themselves down onto my lap and bulge. They wrap their arms around the back of my neck and start to grind their whole body against mine.

'Same payment?' they ask.

I nod and can't help myself, bringing my hands to rest on their thighs and y/n's eyes follow mine as I start to trace circles.

They gasp, 'Someone isn't playing fair.'

I smirk, 'I've never played fair baby, you love it.'

y/n bites their lip, 'Marines headed out north yesterday, apparently, they have big cargo on board...important and expensive cargo...they'll stop at the next island over for a few days to restock before setting sail again.'

'Thank you, baby,' I cooed.

They smirk and crash their lips down on mine. I kiss them back, our tongues fighting for dominance, but I always win and take control. I cheekily move my hands up their thighs until my fingers trace the hem of their panties.

They gasp against my lips and pull back eyes sparkling playfully, 'Not here Benn, you know the rules.'

They continue to grind on me and my eyes trail down their body as they take two of their fingers and slip them under the lace material, 'but that doesn't mean I can't touch myself while you watch.'

My bulge grows as I watch this stunning creature in front of me finger themselves. I grab their hips and grind in time with them, soft moans leaving their lips. This was one of the best lap dances I'd ever gotten, y/n was special.

'I missed you, Benn,' they pant.

'I missed you more baby,' I reply genuinely. Yes, I'd been with a lot of women but y/n I had feelings for which is why I would come back even if they didn't have information.

y/n stops grinding and removes their fingers, offering them to me, which I take between my lips and suck clean. They still tasted sweet.

'Meet me outside, I finish my shift after this,' y/n says, and gets up from my lap indicating our time was up, 'three years and I still crave you.'

I stand up, towering over them and cup their chin in my hands, brushing my fingers across their cheek to their lips, 'You keep me young baby.'

y/n winks at me, 'Maybe the other girls are right about me having some daddy issues.'

TIMESKIP

I lean against the alley wall opposite the club and light up a smoke. The back door opens and y/n walks out in normal clothes holding their bag close to them. It wasn't like they couldn't defend themselves, this just wasn't a nice part of town. They see me and bounce over to me smiling.

'Can I get a smoke, pretty please,' they ask with puppy dog eyes.

The gesture got me every time, I had a weakness for pretty young things. I pull out another cigarette and light it with my own, before placing it between their lips, 'I'll give you the money once I walk you home, can't have you out on your own.'

y/n blushes in the moonlight, as I place my hand on their back, 'such a gentleman.'

I exhale some smoke as we walk out of the alley, 'a gentleman on the streets, a pirate beneath the sheets.'

Shanks could wait until the morning to get the information, y/n and I had unfinished business.

[kairoszs]

Professional - C.S x stripper!reader

(Based on the song "Professional" by The Weeknd, I advise listening whilst you read.)

✒⋆☣˚₊‧⁺༺𓆩ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ𓆪༻⁺‧₊˚;༊⋆ ✒⋆☣˚₊‧⁺༺𓆩ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ𓆪༻⁺‧₊˚;༊⋆ ✒⋆☣˚₊ ⁺༺𓆩ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ

I blow out the candles, each year wishing for the same thing. I had made many plans before to escape this place, start a new life. Marseille had become bland, boring. I was tired of staying here, unable to pursue my dreams. Since I was a little girl, the “American Dream” had fascinated me, the freedom, the community, the confidence. I dreamed of going to Juilliard, chasing my reverie of becoming a professional dancer. I worked countless jobs during high school, saving my money. It all came down to this day, 15th December. I’m 18. Legally, I was free. I could do whatever my heart desired.  

Thursday, 16th January 2025

4:00pm. I groan, pulling the covers off my head, the sunlight piercing my eyes. I drag myself out of bed reluctantly, groggily walking to my bathroom. I had to be at work by 7. I hop in the shower, rinsing my body, shaving any stray hairs and washing my silk black hair. My hair was prized possession, a part of my character.  A big part. I get out the shower, looking at my bare body in the mirror, moisturising the skin carefully and blow-drying my hair. I change into my uniform, before sitting down at my vanity, deciding to go with a bolder look tonight. I trace my lid with glitter, filling my waterline with black, finishing off with a bold lip. I grab my trench coat, covering my uniform. Its 6pm, I grab an Uber and get to my workplace, the Silver Dolla.

I work at strip club if it wasn’t obvious now. Yes, I had since moved to America, but my dreams of attending Juilliard had since become a distant memory. I had no other choice but to work here, using it get by. My school degree was of no use here, and since I had the skills to dance, becoming a stripper was my next best option. It had been a few years now, my 21st birthday just having passed. I was known as Raven here, the idea of me creating a new identity becoming somewhat true. I was assigned the name, in correlation to my black hair. It stood out, the other girls telling me it was perfect. And it stuck.

I get into work, the place fairly empty, usual on a Thursday night. I weave my way into the back, some girls still getting dolled up and getting prepared for their stage presence.

Chris’ POV

A few months into being 21, I was bored. I expected partying, fun, excitement. The expectations of turning 21 weren’t being met. I was restless, needing to experience life in a different way. Sure, I had tried drugs and drinking in my teen years, but something about the freedom you get when you turn 21 is different, exhilarating with all the possibilities. Matt and Nick had left the house, I didn’t bother asking where they went, spending my day in my room, agitated. I had enough, I had to do something. Anything. It was eating away at me, I needed to feel something, a thrill. I stumble out of the covers I had been hiding in all day, rushing around my room as I get ready for something. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was doing something tonight.

9:00pm

I leave my house, starting the car. I drive around the bustling streets of Los Angeles, looking for anything that piqued my interest. Something intimate, taboo. The irritation creeps up again, the hundreds of clubs and bars not satisfying my thirst. I was about to turn around, convincing myself this was a dumb idea, and I was being irrational. Until something catches my eyes. The Silver Dolla? Perfect. I harshly brake outside, hopping out. The illuminating sign reflects onto my face, adding to the excitement. I walk inside confidently, even though I had never been to a strip club before. It seemed right, like I was supposed to be here tonight.

The place was fairly empty, a few people scattered around different lounges or stages. My eyes roam curiously, seeing the beautiful women working the pole. Like it was natural for them, it was enticing, I was unable to take my eyes off them. One in particular. The way she moved against the pole was hypnotising, my feet already setting off towards her before my mind could process what I was doing. Her raven hair snaked around her back as she danced. I sit down, enjoying the show. I mindlessly scramble for my wallet. Luckily, I always carry cash. I lock eyes with her for a moment, her eyes glazing with euphoria. I meet her gaze momentarily before she continues dancing, embracing my rain of bills washing over her.

I could watch her all night, all day. The way she moves, making my stomach turn with excitement. My mind runs with lustful thoughts, I needed her. I craved her. I was in a trance, till I was snapped out it by the consistent buzzing in my pocket. Fuck. Missed calls from Matt and Nick, who were questioning where I was. It was late, later than I expected it to be. I look up to give her one final glance, but she’s ..gone? I look around, not seeing her in sight. I mutter curses under my breath as I stand up and leave in a hurry.

Raven’s POV

I get backstage, sitting down. Ivory, a fellow dancer comes to me, giggling.

“Did you see the new guy?” she questions me, barely containing herself.

I did notice the new customer, a young guy. Looked around my age, sitting at my stage for hours. Just watching me dance as he generously showered me with bills. He had piercing blue eyes, a pink tint to his lips and beautiful brown locs.

“I did. What about him?” I say to Ivory, snapping out of my daydream.

“He was very generous, don’t you think? If you get lucky enough to have him a regular, you’ll be making a lot more than you do now.” She states. She wasn’t wrong, he must’ve thrown over 200 dollars’ worth of bills. I hum in response to her statement, agreeing.

The night continues, only a few people requesting private dances from me. I liked doing the private dances, it gave me space to completely let go, and whoever I was performing for would always appreciate it. Praise me. Shower me with rich compliments and bills. It was addicting, like a drug. I had one rule, however. I will never, and I mean never, take it any further than dancing. For me, it was strictly professional. I had never allowed my job to interfere with my personal life, regardless of how tempted I was to just give in.

My night ends, its almost 3:00am. I grab an Uber and get home, immediately getting into bed.

Saturday, 18th January 2025.

Today was going to be busy. Saturday was always the best day for working, the girls always fighting over shifts, minus the girls who were always booked in, by demand of the public. I was lucky enough to be one of those girls, the audience always enjoying my presence. It was 5pm, and I was already here, deciding to get ready at the club instead of at home. I take advantage of the free products provided, creating a bold look. I wander over to the rack of clothes, my fingers slipping between fabrics as I look for something to match my daring look. My eyes land on a blood-red jumpsuit, lacy enough to leave little to imagination, creating the perfect tease. The fishnets and heels scattered underneath perfectly added to the outfit. I grab everything and change, before standing in front of the mirror. I always have taken pride in my appearance, and tonight was no exception. I look sexy, alluring even. Nights like these were always my best tipped nights.

Chris’ POV

I haven’t stopped thinking about that girl. Her dances haunting my mind, leaving me restless with my urges and fantasies. I grunt as I furiously pump my length in my hand, just at the mere thought of her. This had become routine. At first, I felt bad. Creepy. But I couldn’t control myself now, every time my eyes snapped shut in pleasure, the imprint of her body flashed before me. I had to see her again, I needed to. The evening was already approaching, the cold spring air hitting me as I step out the house after making a half-assed excuse to Matt and Nick, ensuring that they don’t interrupt me again.

I drive back to the familiar place, my knuckles white from the death grip on the wheel. I was already insatiable, needing to see more. I park outside, exhaling deeply before pushing through the double doors. The place was packed today, music blaring as bills are thrown around carelessly. I go to the bar, needing some liquid courage before I face her again. The familiar sting of the alcohol running down my throat into my stomach. I walk over to her stage pridefully, before sitting down, eyes locking onto her body, as it bends in ways I thought were unimaginable. My smirk widens as we lock eyes again, her eyes flashing with familiarity. Could it be? Does she remember me?

Raven’s POV.

I was in my element, dancing around the pole with intimacy. I felt amazing, euphoric even. My gaze rakes over the crowd beneath me, my face heating with pride. Until my eyes land on a familiar set of blue eyes. That guy. He’s back again, grinning at me. I don’t know what happened, but the heat from my cheeks immediately flushed down between my thighs, feeling that specific pooling sensation. Something about his grin. My thoughts were quickly intercepted by a stray bill grazing my face, snapping me back to reality. The fact that he was watching me only pushed me further, my dances becoming bolder and the roar of the crowd increasing.

As the night progresses, people scatter, my audience becoming scarce. I take a turn around the poll, only to be greeted with the same guy’s eyes. But this time, he was much closer, his veiny hands resting on the stage. I approach him, looking down into his eyes.

“Can’t be this close to the stage, mon chéri.” I say, my accent becoming heavier naturally, being faced with such a beautiful man.

“I have one question for you.” He says, his voice slightly hoarse as he beckons me closer with his finger.

I kneel, to hear him properly, “what is the question hm?” I say, my tone coming out more seductive than I intended to.

“How much to get you alone doll?” he says, his lids hooded, his blue eyes glazed with lust and admiration.

“Private dances are 50 bucks per hour.” I state, my eyes trailing down to his pink lips momentarily.

Part two soon..

[specialagentlokitty]

9th doctor x reader - I don’t get jealous

He’d danced with Rose, thought she spent a lot of time convincing him to dance with her, and he only did it because Jack was going to dance with her.

And they seemed so happy dancing with one another, and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy rise up in you.

Sure, you weren’t dating him, but he had made it clear to him how you felt about him, and maybe that’s why things had been so quiet between the pair of you.

He never confirmed or denied how he felt about you.

Sitting on one of the upper platforms of the TARDIS you frowned a little as you looked at Rose and the doctor dancing.

“Come on, it’s a happy occasion, nobody died, you should be dancing as well.”

You looked up to see the captain walking over to you, and he sat next to you with a small grunt.

“Don’t feel like dancing.”

“I don’t suppose a charming smile and an open invitation to sweep you off your feet would change your mind would it?” He grinned.

You shook your head and rested it against the wall behind you.

Jack frowned and he turned a little bit to get a better look at you.

“I know I haven’t known you long, but I know heartache when I see it. Your pinning over one of them two, and bad.”

“Don’t go there…” you mumbled.

He raised his hands.

“Alright. But all I’m saying is one dance with me and I’ll have you swooning.”

“You’re just a big flirt aren’t you? Anything with a pulse and you flirt with it.”

“Ouch, okay. Not quite everything, I have standards.”

You laughed softly and smiled at him as you turned your head to look at him.

“Come on, I’m a real good dancer.” He grinned.

“Not happening.”

“I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, no inappropriate behaviour.”

“No flirting?”

“I can’t promise that.” He beamed.

You laughed softly and he held out his hand, this time giving you a soft smile.

“Come on, just one dance is all. A distraction until we get to wherever we’re going.”

“We’re going back to London, I told the doctor I had to go home.”

“Well, a parting dance then, how’s that?”

Jack grinned at you and wiggled his fingers, trying to coax you into taking his hand, and you did.

You slowly reached up and took his hand, letting him carefully pull you up and lead you back to the lower part of the TARDIS and around the other-side of the console.

While dancing, you asked each other questions, deciding to use this time to get to know one another better.

“So you can’t dance.” Jack laughed.

You slapped his back, making him laugh even more.

“I never had the chance to dance with anyone you ass, why do you think I’m stood on your feet?”

“Because I’m very good looking obviously.”

You snorted a little bit.

“And you’ve got one fat ego.”

You grinned at him and he grinned back, shrugging a little bit.

“And I know my worth.”

“Yeah, nothing.”

“Oh alright then, I see how it is, I could just let you fall you know.”

“Yeah but you’re a gentleman you wouldn’t.”

He grinned a little bit and you heard someone clear their throat, and you both looked at the doctor and Rise before stepping away from one another.

“We’re back in your town, are you sure you want to go through?” The doctor asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Got things to do, sorry.”

You hugged Rose goodbye, and you looked at Jack, and he grinned, holding his arms out and you hugged him as well before moving to the door.

“Wait actually I want to come with you! Can I come with you?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“I could use the help with some stuff actually yeah. See you guys later!”

The doctor went to hold his arms out for a hug, but you had already gone out the door, and you walked down the street.

When you were sure you were away from the TARDIS you stopped and turned to your new friend, furrowing your brows a little bit.

“Why did you want to come?”

“Why did you accept?” He countered.

“I’ve got some stuff to do, and I can’t do it on my own. Your turn.”

“I’m helping you fix this messy love life of yours, I’m telling you right now spend enough time with me and he’ll get jealous.”

“I doubt that, but whatever you’re helping me for free so.”

“I get to spend time with a very good looking person, and housing for free cause you’re going to have to house me of course.”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head.

Sometimes you just clicked with someone, and you became fast friends, and that’s exactly what happened with you two.

He soon became your best friend, and he was your plutonic soulmate and you were sure if it.

He’d been staying with your for a few weeks, helping you do some renovations around your place, and now he was helping you decorate.

“Why did you choose blue?”

“Because I want my bathroom to be blue obviously.”

“Okay but why light blue.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Cause.”

He rolled his eyes and flicked some paint as you as you walked into the room.

“Alright no need for that, I’ll kick you out.”

“You wouldn’t, you love me here, I can cook, I can clean, I’m the whole package deal you know.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Yeah, whatever you say, I’m going to finish the garden.”

“Wait give me like ten minutes.”

You nodded and walked further into the bathroom, sitting in the bath as you stared at the ceiling.

“You’re a strange one.” He laughed.

“Well I don’t want to sit on the floor.”

“Strange.”

There was a knock on your door, and you looked at him confused.

“Expecting guests?”

“No…”

He nodded and carried on painting and there was another knock on the door.

“You going to answer it?”

“Nope.”

“Alright then.” He chuckled.

The knocking ceased, and after a couple of minute you heard the door unlock and Jack was immediately in his feet.

He gestured for you to be quiet and you nodded, and he turned the bathroom light off, and walked over to the door.

“I know you’re in somewhere!”

You both sighed and he turned the light back on.

“You can’t just go breaking into people’s homes!” You called back.

Jack opened the door and put his weapon away and peaked his head out only to take a few steps back when the doctor appeared.

“You can’t just break in.”

He looked between you and the space captain and he frowned a little bit.

“Why are you sat in the bath?”

“I asked the same thing.” Jack said.

You just shrugged a little bit and got up, sitting in the edge instead.

“What’s up?” You asked.

He looked to Jack who raised his hands as looked at you.

“Going to leave for a few hours.”

He slipped away and the doctor gestured for you to come out of the bathroom so you did, and you followed him into the living room instead.

“Why have you been avoiding us?”

“We’ve been busy doctor, I’ve got to get all this done.”

“That’s not what I mean. I meant, you’re ignoring all of the calls and texts.”

You looked at him confused before you remembered.

“Oh sorry, Jack lost my phone and I had to get a new phone and SIM card, so new number. Here.”

He took your phone and set it aside.

“You’re spending a lot of time with him.”

“He’s helping me.”

“Hire someone.”

“Too expensive.”

The doctor narrowed his eyes a little bit.

“Ask someone else.”

“I don’t see why this is your concern.”

“Because he’s not the sort of person you should be seeing.”

You blinked and stared at the doctor quietly for a moment.

“I’m not seeing him.”

“Then why have you spend the last few weeks with him?”

“Because he’s helping me do all this, no one else can. I don’t see why you’re so bothered.” You snapped.

Getting up, you stormed away and outside to start figuring out what you needed to do out there and the doctor followed you.

“Dance with me.” He said.

“I thought the world imploded if you danced.” You scoffed.

He let out a deep breath, and he walked in front of you, holding outer his hand.

“Dance with me.” He said again.

“No.”

“Just give me your hand stop being so stubborn already.”

He wiggled his fingers and you looked at his hand, then at him, and he flashed you a little grin.

“Come on.”

“I’m busy.”

“No you’re not, you were sat in the bath.”

“No.”

He sighed and let his hand fall.

“This is because I didn’t answer you isn’t it?”

You stayed quiet.

“I didn’t mean to push you away (Y/N), I just… I got confused, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well you made it perfectly clear don’t you worry.”

“Bloody hell (Y/N)…”

The doctor walked over and planted his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m trying to tell you I should have told you I love you.”

“You’re just mad I’m spending more time with the biggest flirt in the universe.”

“I don’t get jealous, and I’m saying it because it’s true.”

He smiled softly down at you, and leant down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t say anything.. then as time went on I didn’t know how..”

You closed your eyes and sighed softly.

“Don’t lie to me…”

The doctor leant forward, brushing his lips against yours.

“I would never lie to you…”

You smiled a little bit, placing your hands on his arms.

“You’re jealous…”

“I’m not…”

“Yea you are.”

He huffed a little bit, and he took a step back, taking his jacket off he placed it over your shoulders and then crossed his arms.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then what’s this about?”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s summer, you’re trying to prove a point to Jack.”

“I am not.”

You laughed a little, slipping your arms through the sleeves and you looked up at him.

“Yes you are, the doctor is jealous.”

“You were jealous too!” He huffed.

You slapped his arm and he grinned a little bit at you.

“So can you send him away now?”

“Nope, he still has to help me.”

“Then I’m helping too, I’m not leaving you unattended anymore.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the wall, and you stood in front of it, taking some notes in your head, very aware of the doctor right behind you, very away of his arms on your shoulders.

The doctor was jealous, and now he wasn’t letting you out of his sight because he was jealous and he wanted you and everybody else to know it

[nctangelz]

SOOYOUNG’S COMEBACK LIVE :: LOVE, SHHH!

ON JULY 17TH, 2022, SM went LIVE to introduce their very own, SOOYOUNG’S, comeback! the live was a total of ONE HOUR, with exclusive performances of LOVE, SHH, a cover of WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?, and a never seen before duet between SOOYOUNG and JAEMIN.

AESTHETIC ::

ABOUT THE COMEBACK LIVE!

this live was the very first live performance of LOVE, SHH — sooyoung’s new song! sooyoung performed on a small stage, with a lighted heart behind her and all girls back up dancers! her outfit for this performance was the second from the left as pictures of above, with an adorable pink bow in her hair!

after the performance, sooyoung waved and thanked the viewers for watching her performance, smiling and winking into the camera. “thank you all for watching and supporting! I worked really hard to give you all this song - and I hope you love it as much as I do!”

“It’s a little weird for me to be on this stage by myself - i’m so used to being standing next to my members…i’m not used to having to do all the talking by myself…” sooyoung giggled. (our introverted queen)

“Is it okay if I invite some close friends?” OF COURSE SOOYOUNG ANYTHING FOR YOU 🥺

and on cue, renjun and jaemin walk in, both acting as if they are starstruck of sooyoung (they are so REAL for that!)

jaemin has a small square box in his hands, and sooyoung looks at him quizzically, “what’s in your hands there? i told you no gifts…” jaemin only pouted and said “we couldn’t resist! we had to get you something for your big debut!” sooyoung only laughed and shook her head, slightly blushing at jaemin’s sweetness. (we see you sooyoung 👀)

“go ahead, open it sooyoungie!” renjun pleaded, nudging the girl forward. sooyoung looked at the camera and counted down to three, smiling widely when she saw a cake in the box. “a cake! this is beautiful! nctzen’s, look at this!”

ISNT IT ADORABLE! in the middle it says “SHH, WE LOVE SOOYOUNG!” we love you jaemin and renjun 🫶

“did you guys go out and buy this by yourselves?” sooyoung asked, gasping when jaemin and renjun nod in affirmation. “this is beautiful! you guys did a great job picking this out!” sooyoung said, giving both of them a hug once they set the cake down.

“can we have some?” sooyoung asked, looking over at the staff, clapping when they quickly brought over plates and forks. “oooh, chocolate raspberry? my favorite cake! this looks so yummy!” sooyoung squealed, smiling widely at jaemin and renjun.

“i told you chocolate raspberry was her favorite! but no, you swore up and down it was strawberry.” jaemin joked at renjun, who only rolled his eyes. “i’m telling you, her favorite is strawberry, she begged for it for weeks last year!”

sooyoung swallowed and looked over at renjun sadly, “renjun is partly right - strawberry was my favorite…but after my birthday party i got sick - it was because i ate half of that cake but…i’ve been too traumatized to eat it since.”

renjun frowned, “i was with you all day, i never knew this happened.” sooyoung patted him on the shoulder and said, “i didn’t tell anyone because i was too embarrassed. jaemin conveniently walked in on…you know. so since then i decided chocolate raspberry is my safe favorite.” 

“i told you i’m great at keeping secerts!” jaemin exclaimed. sooyoung only shook her head and continued to eat her cake, the three of them sitting on the pink stools prepared for them. sooyoung in the middle, renjun on the left and jaemin on the right.

once they all finished their cake, renjun and jaemin started asking sooyoung questions about her song!

JAEMIN: “so, sooyoung, this makes your first ever solo song! tell us about how it felt like to record a song all by your own!”

SOOYOUNG: “it was such an exciting and thrilling experience for me! i’ve been writing songs ever since i was around…thirteen? and i have helped write quite a few songs for nct dream, but I can proudly say that I pretty much wrote this entire song by myself! it’s completely my own and designed just perfectly to fit me! i couldn’t do it without my lovely producer, though! it was so much fun to discover my own sound with her! but it did get lonely, i missed getting to watch everyone record and see all your lovely smiles while i recorded. jaemin came to visit me one day in the studio, it was super sweet!”

JAEMIN: “i brought her snacks and coffee…that’s the only reason she was happy to see me, don’t let it fool you.”

SOOYOUNG: “noooo, that’s not true!” *shakes jaemin gently* “why do you tell stories like that?!” *smiles and shakes her head* “but i did kick him out when i had to get back to recording. i was nervous about you all hearing it at first - i worked so hard on this song, and i’ll admit it, when i finally let all of dream listen to it, i cried.”

RENJUN: “she did. all over my sweatshirt.” *laughs* “when I watched the MV for this first time - i loved al of your outfits because they all fit you so well. and the outfit you are wearing now, it’s so adorable and definitely screams sooyoung. i heard a rumor that you helped design your outfits, is this true?”

SOOYOUNG: “it is so weird to hear renjun be nice to me.” *giggles and pats renjun’s shoulder* “and that is true! i got a drawing pad and drew out some outfits, and i piled together a moodboard for my styles and presented it to my lovely stylist, taylor! and she loved it! she let me tag along when she was picking out the pieces, and it was a experience i’ll never forget. i got so involved in everything, and i learned so so much.”

JAEMIN: “sooyoungie! your phone is ringing! you better go get it!”

sooyoung laughed and ran off stage, smirking at the camera.

while sooyoung was gone, a few blooper scenes from the mv of LOVE, SHH was shown on the screen, jaemin and renjun narrating it and laughing at sooyoung’s clumsiness.

RENJUN: “it looks like sooyoung is finally back, and she it looks like she has something else for you all!”

and with that, the lights dimmed, renjun and jaemin left stage, and sooyoung resumed the stage, behind her mic stand, in a brand new outfit!

WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

sooyoung has been teasing her covering a tate mcrae song FOR SO LONG on vlive, AND THE TIME HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!

nctzens were like “WHO TF HURT THIS GIRL”

she let out all of her emotions on this song, and freely moved around the stage and really felt the song <3

“you made me hate myself just so i would love you more”, THAT GIRL SANG THAT WITH HER CHESTTTTT.

brb going to fight her ex rn

SHE DELIVERED

after, there was no pause, she disappeared and reappeared in a new fit, AND JAEMIN. SOOYOUNG AND JAEMIN DUET! THE CLUB WENT WILD!

JAEMIN & SOOYOUNG — AN EXCLUSIVE DUET

sooyoung & jaemin had to lock this song in a safe cuz THIS WAS NCTZENS FIRST TIME EVER HEARING THIS SONG (og :: hug by svt)

both of jaemin and sooyoung’s mics were decorated in pink roses, and the stage had such soft lighting, it was PERFECT.

all throughout the performance jaemin and sooyoung just looked at each other every other second and their eyes were just filled with pure LOVE for eachother

at this point they are just fueling the dating rumors…

sooyoung started crying at the end, and jaemin just smiled so lovingly towards her, SHE MELTED. she sang all through the tears, her voice cracking slightly </3

when it was over, jaemin immediately engulfed her into a hug, laughing when sooyoung hid her face in his chest

“our emotional sooyoungie,” jaemin cooed, resting his chin on sooyoung’s head.

sooyoung eventually came out of jaemin’s hug, waving and smiling through her tears at the camera.

“thank you so much for watching, nctzens! i hope you enjoyed this gift from jaemin and i…and stay tuned for when we release this gem!”

“make sure to support sooyoung with her single, “LOVE, SHH!”, cheer and love her for me!” jaemin said, and with that, sooyoung and jaemin waved goodbye, blowing kissed towards the camera.

STREAM LOVE SHH

tags :: @yjjnfied

[brimleysbears]

(Featured media: Burl Ives - from The Spiral Road, 1962)

"Fan" fiction erotica - "Hollywood Confessions: My Date With Big Daddy"

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Hollywood Confessions: My Date With Big Daddy

 

Prologue:

Confessions Over Cocktails

 

My name is Sandy, at least that’s what I want to be called as I write this little story about my experience with the popular entertainer, Burl Ives. I kept this a secret throughout the 1960’s and beyond, until I was attending a cocktail party in the late 1970’s while staying in Manhattan. The ladies at the party afterwards were getting pretty tipsy and they began to share some intimate details about their lives. They started talking about the film industry when they asked me if I had been in any major films because they knew I had been a line dancer on stage as well as living in California when I was younger. They probed me viciously with questions about who I “did” in Hollywood, and I blushed and said that I have shared enough things to enough people over the years that I didn’t prefer to talk about my escapades anymore. “Can you at least tell us one of your most unusual dates? Perhaps one you’ve never told anyone before?” one of them asked, in a very cosmopolitan demeanor. I honestly couldn’t think of anything at the time and we drifted off into different subjects for nearly an hour. It was getting late, and a few of the women had gone home when we somehow started talking about Disney films.

 

“Did any of you know that I was an unaccredited extra in Disney’s Summer Magic”? I interrupted.

 

“We nearly forgot you were still here you’ve been such a wallflower tonight”, one of the ladies hissed, “I can’t imagine you did any of ‘those’ guys?”

 

Embarrassed, I replied, “well, since you really want to know… I did. Not only that, I feel obligated to share for the simple fact that one of you specifically asked me to tell an unusual story that I haven’t shared to anyone – I will tell you as long as you promise not to laugh.”

 

“Why, was it Hayley Mills?”, they mused.

 

“Well no, not that strange, however pretty strange story though, as long as you don’t get grossed out”, I sheepishly remarked. They promised to be on their best behavior if I confessed my biggest Hollywood secret, and whispered loud enough for them all to hear: “I made love to Burl Ives.” The ladies, who were at that time no more than a half dozen of them, sat in shock, and unfortunately started to trickle in bits of chuckles followed by explosive laughter, amazement, and sheer denial. I decided to walk over to the bar as they assumed I was leaving the party. Instead, to their surprise, I fixed myself a stiff drink, sat on a stool as if I was giving a monologue at a formal recital, and proudly proclaimed, “this one’s going to require a lot more alcohol – and because you proper uptown ladies refused to restrain your rude laughter, I, in turn, will not restrain myself to tell you what happened the entire three plus hours I spent with Big Daddy and I am not going to allow any of you to leave until I finish, do I make myself clear?” I barked, as I took a hard swig of my scotch on the rocks. I had a captive audience. In fact, one of the women, who was either napping or had passed out, sat up attentively at this point, bewildered and transfixed on my little private performance.

 

 

Part I:

Big Daddy’s Little Adventure

 

The year was 1963, and I was lucky enough to attend an exclusive red-carpet event soon after the world premiere of the family feature, Summer Magic. I had first met Ives in the 1950’s while I was dancing in a production that he was loosely affiliated with, but he didn’t seem to notice me, nor did he make much of an impression on me back then. I had my eyes on other men, and as you know, kept myself quite busy in those days. I never officially ‘sold’ my body, but as some of you might know about my past, occasionally would have encounters with some fairly powerful and prominent figures in the entertainment business. By the time the 60’s was underway, I was getting a little older and wasn’t as active, but still making myself available, especially for men who referred to themselves as ‘generous’ and ‘lavish’. Sometimes they would present me with jewelry, cash, or even a backstage pass; or on this occasion, being added to the guestlist for the Summer Magic opening event. My companion that evening was a fabulous gentleman who, seemed to only be interested in a woman named Marcy, who had a small part in the film. Since I didn’t have any speaking roles was treated like I was invisible at the gala, that is, until I saw, him.

 

Burl Ives, at least in public, was exactly what you would imagine Big Daddy to be in the flesh. Perfectly tailored suit to fit his rotund physique, imported cigar in one hand, and drink in the other; smiling, winking, laughing, and being quite the jokester. Besides Mills and Disney, Ives was the most magnetic figure at the event, especially after our exquisite dinner. I remember how much we enjoyed working with him on the set, unless he was cranky, although that particular night I did not expect anyone to notice me at all. I passed by him discreetly on my way to the powder room when to my amazement, I later felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

 

“Going somewhere, young lady”, he asked, in his iconic sing-song sort of tone. Startled, I was speechless as he continued, “you must be pretty special for an ‘extra’ to be here tonight, unless you snuck in. Did you happen to hide inside a banquet cart? Maybe you got in through the kitchen? If that’s the case, I might have to take you out back and give you an old-fashioned spanking like we got growing up on the prairie.”

 

I finally gathered my wits and gave a solid answer, “let’s just say, I’m ‘pretty special’”, as I chuckled and made my way into the lady’s room. After I reemerged I noticed a small group of people, once again surrounding Mr. Ives like a magnet as he proclaimed, “and there’s my ‘special’ lady!” as he took me by the arm and whispered in my ear, “thank you for rescuing me from those people. They’re, wanting me to sign some meaningless stuff about concessions or something absurd. My damn agent is here, why don’t they just leave me alone and work directly with him? Also, will they please stop telling me to sing that infernal ‘Bug’ song? I would rather perform ‘Lavender Cowboy’ then that Sherman atrocity! Please, miss, or whatever your name is, can you take me somewhere so I can breathe?”

 

I chuckled, slapped his hand, and escorted him out to a private section of the patio where he reached in his pocket, and produced a sort of small kit. It was his pipe box, stand, and tobacco, among other items. “Excuse me dear, I happened to misplace my lighter, do you mind giving an old man a light?” I gladly handed him a matchbook I had in my purse from my hotel as he read it quietly to himself. “Apparently we are neighbors. I’m tired, why don’t we grab a cab and make our way to our hotel now?”, he whispered to me with a sheepish grin, while his eyes wandered to and fro.

 

I hesitated for a moment, because I didn’t want to neglect my date, however since that other man I was with earlier seemed to have forgotten that I even existed, I thought it was fair to slip away, after all, it was refreshing to get some attention, especially from such a notable artist like Burl. I said, quite jokingly, “since I apparently snuck in through the kitchen, perhaps that is our way out?”

 

“Certainly!” he cried, as he suddenly emptied the smoldering contents of his newly lit pipe over the balcony, and promptly followed me to a side door that I had scouted out earlier that evening. Amazingly, we skipped behind the banquet tables and servers unnoticed until we ducked into one of the double doors that led to the kitchen. From there, he followed me to a faculty room when he realized I really had no idea where I was going. Everyone in the back room recognized Mr. Ives and began clamoring for his attention until he yelled at them claiming that we had to find the nearest exit immediately because this ‘young lady’ is suffering from food poisoning. Just then, I pretended to gag while at the same time, both of us trying to hold back our mischievous grins. Just then, we were shown how to get to the alley, and soon after, crept behind a line of taxicabs that were waiting around the corner from the grand entrance. As we climbed aboard one of the cars, Burl somehow gave the driver wrong directions, and tried to silence me when I attempted to intervene. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to take the ‘long way’ to the hotel. He also discreetly took out a stainless flask from his inner breast pocket and we shared a drink together in the back seat. He put his hand on my leg as he slowly copped a feel, creeping from my knee about halfway up my thigh.

 

“Such a shame”, he moaned. I questioned as we continued, “such a shame that they didn’t give you a speaking role, you have such charm. Either that, or maybe it’s your legs. I don’t know. I know I just didn’t want to be at that blasted party, and I also don’t want to be alone in that gloomy hotel room tonight…” He continued as we shared more sloppy sips from the flask until it was nearly done. He instructed the driver to park on a particular hill for a moment as he rolled down the window and produced a cigar, asked me again for a light, and proceeded to look out the window. The driver got out and smoked a cigarette and I followed suit when Burl had a blank stare out at the city lights and confessed what a ‘naughty old man’ he really was.

 

“Just over a week ago,” he groaned as he turned back at me, then looking down, “I found myself in the back of a coat check room. The next thing I know, a waitress was on her knees unzipping my fly. California is a strange place indeed. Been away from the Mrs. for a while. Mostly back and forth recording a series of genre records in Nashville, and no time for any rumpy pumpy. Last week, it felt so good though. Such a surprise. I didn’t realize how much I needed that, as if that girl was reading my mind. Her lips were perfect. No feeling of any teeth, just warm and smooth, like a wet pussy. In fact, even at the time, I wouldn’t have cared if she was old or ugly, or even if she was some kind of female impersonator… Didn’t take me long to get excited. If the situation were a little different, I would have mounted her, but I was ready to cream in that sweet mouth of hers right there in the dark. After I got fully aroused, I thrusted her like a horny old hound dog and there must have been at least a week or two built up inside of me; in fact, so much so that she nearly gagged, then spit it on the floor. Nobody’s touched The General since then, not even myself. This damned movie has gotten me going every direction and now I’m buried in paperwork- “, his ranting was soon interrupted by the driver who had stomped on his cigarette and asked politely if they could continue on their way to the hotel. The portly old entertainer grunted and reluctantly agreed as we made our way back down the hill. He then elaborated that he wished they had snuck away again, and hid in the bushes.

 

I laughed and slapped his hand and somewhat drunk I cried out, “you crazy old coot, when are you going to ask me my name?”

 

He seemed angry for a moment, and at first I didn’t know he was acting when he replied, “I was going to ask you the same thing, woman! When were you going to ask me who I am?”, he growled as the streetlights began to shine in his big blue eyes. That’s when we both broke out into hysterical laughter when soon after I introduced myself as ‘Mrs. Ives’, the driver snarled at us to ‘get a room’.

 

Upon arriving, he gave the driver a handsome tip on top of the enormous fare we had accumulated, winking at me as I was astonished, while he told me that he’s a ‘generous man’; at the same time, taking me by the hand, and even carrying my purse for me. Without even coming to a mutual agreement, I followed him to his room out of sheer curiosity of what was behind that fly of his. I thought I’d stay for another drink, maybe release some pressure for him, and do him a little favor to help him sleep that evening; but I had no idea what was to become of that unusual night, nor was I prepared for what this public figure was like in private.

 

When we got off the lift to his floor, he unlocked his suite, turned on the light, escorted me in, and shut the door – although for some reason, not locking it behind us. That’s when I decided that we were going to keep our clothes on, and that it was going to be just a little nightcap. But he started to get undressed while whistling a tune (probably the Ugly Bug Ball, if I remember correctly). “Can you please be a dear and tuck me in?” he said with his mischievous grin. By that time, he was down to his underwear, and under the covers. He had placed his smokes on a nightstand next to where he laid my purse. I fetched a cigarette when I noticed something happening on the other side of the bed, although at that time I didn’t realize that he was removing his undershorts.

Continued in Part 2, link:

https://www.tumblr.com/brimleysbears/743962348439666688/featured-media-burl-ives-from-the-spiral-road?source=share

[missmaywemeetagain]

I’m not big into musicals and although The Phantom of the Opera is probably the most well known one, I have never fully indulged myself in it. What are some of your favorites moments from the musical and what about it changed your life?

(I figured I might as well learn about it and you seem like an amazing teacher!)

Oh, Stephanie, honey darlin’, I just LOVE this can of worms you are opening for me—thank you so much for asking!! ❤️ (Did I spend way to much time on this? yes. Did I love every minute of it? also yes. Did I cry watching the Overture clips? 100% yes.)

So, I was pretty young when I first listened to the soundtrack (only 8), and digging way deep, I’ll say that the drama of the music itself really got to me—the big orchestrations and amazing voices had me instantly hooked. Also, I was so fascinated that almost the entire musical was sung and that made it incredibly interesting to listen to because I could pretty much figure out the whole story just from the lyrics. I had been exposed to musicals prior to this, mainly Disney ones and good ole Rogers and Hammerstein ones, but this was so different. It was dark and scary (murder! crazy genius madman! problematic love story!). It was dramatic af. And it pulled at my heartstrings in a way nothing had ever done before. And I know Phantom isn’t for everyone because the opera-esque style of singing is not everyone’s cup of tea (and honestly, I am not really a classical opera fan either LOL), but I loved it cuz I’d never heard people do such amazing things with their voices before.

I saw it live for the first time just after my 11th birthday (and 12 -13 times since in various places, not counting filmed productions), and I will say I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is so much to look at and take in and somehow I always find something new each time I see it. It's a complete spectacle in the best way possible, honestly. It was everything amazing about theater that I longed to be a part of.

It changed my life because I wanted to be Christine Daae (lol). The more I listened, the more I wanted to sing like her and that led me to the fact that this was a musical and people could actually be in this production. So I learned as much as I could about the production and I tried to mold my little voice to be like Christine’s. And moreover, it inspired me to seek out more musicals in a similar vein, which opened an entire new world to me (hey, there Les Miserables and Evita and all the dramatic 70s/80s/90s musicals lol). Basically, Phantom turned me fully into a theater kid. I was already a dancer, and even though I was relatively shy, I thought that maybe, just maybe this was something I could do. And it set me on the path to do so! Lord knows without Phantom I may have ended up a STEM kid, but lol no. Luckily, my parents were SUPER supportive of this new passion and I owe so much to them for all the lessons and theater tickets and performances they had to sit through and for torturing them with the same thing over and over again LOL. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Anyway, I was the ultimate theater/choir kid in high school, and eventually got my Bachelor’s Degree in Theater as well.

Soooo, favorite moments! (There are many—I could go through the whole show but I’ll try to cut it down lol). 

The Overture (see links below). Seriously incredible music, sets the tone for the show, but when you see the stage production and see how the entire set transforms like magic and that chandelier rises above the audience, my god, it’s incredible. The organ kicks in and the floor vibrates and it's this (brilliant) sensory overload that will make you feel every emotion and sensation. It's magnificent, truly. And this was a HUGE deal in theater in the 80s cuz no one had done anything like it before. And let me tell you, there is nothing like watching that chandelier rise (and fall, later) right over your head! Every time I hear it to this day, I get goosebumps, but if I’m watching it, I will cry. That’s how moving it is. Here's some bootlegs of the stage production (which don't quite do it justice, but it'll have to do! WARNING: Flashing lights) Great quality BL (begins around 3:20 but the Prologue is a good watch!). Another one from Broadway (different angle)

The title song (The Phantom of the Opera) number is crazy. I’m not sure what they were thinking putting synth, an organ, strings, and electric guitars together, but somehow it works (the 80s were WILD lol). Throw in a stunning soprano cadenza at the end and it makes it both incredibly surreal and interesting. And the staging is fantastic. There’s a moving catwalk with body doubles. There’s a boat on a dry ice lake with candles rising out of nowhere. It’s just awesome. The costuming is iconic, too. 

The Music of the Night is beautiful. And it takes a major vocal and acting talent to traverse it well. I won’t get too technical vocally, but when done well, this song is so seductive and impactful. It’s a love song about music, about Christine, and it’s innocent and sexual all at once (when done well).

Masquerade (at the top of Act II) is a fabulous ensemble number and the costuming is amazing. Iconic number overall.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again is my favorite song of the show (if I have to pick). For anyone who’s experienced loss (esp. that of a parent), the lyrics will hit you right in the heart. But I love listening to (and singing) this one so much. 

The Point of No Return is the most underrated number in the show, imo and one of my faves. It is sexy. as. hell. and a bit unexpected, really ramping up the passion btw the Phantom and Christine under the guise of this opera that the Phantom has written and is forcing everyone to perform. A good performance has a lot of nuance and will get you a little hot under the collar. 😏 I honestly don’t feel like I can explain it well enough, but a good watch/listen/reading the lyrics will get you there. 

The Final Lair is the insane climax and it’s a bit of a roller coaster but I love it. You’ll go from hating the Phantom to weeping over him in the span of the scene. 

The staging, sets, costuming, and makeup overall (of the original production). Like I mentioned above, a lot of what they did in Phantom was new tech for the late 80’s and to this day has a pretty stellar effect on stage. The chandelier rising and falling throughout the show is just super cool. The (4 hour) makeup for the Phantom was pretty cutting edge back in the day and has a wonderful effect on stage when done well. 

I highly recommend watching the 25th Anniversary at Royal Albert Hall from 2013 if you can’t see it live. The quality is amazing, the talent is fantastic, and while the staging isn’t quite the original because of the size of the venue, it gives you a pretty good idea of the vibe. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing at first, there are plenty of clips on YouTube of the major numbers via The Shows Must Go On (linked above). (If you are just watching clips, you may want to read a synopsis of the show as a whole so it makes sense what’s going on.) The 2004 film starring Gerald Butler and Emmy Rossum is actually pretty decent from a cinematic perspective (though I have some major qualms about GB's vocal performance) but if it's all you have, its a pretty good representation of the story. And listen, with 35 years of material, there are so many cast recordings and bootlegs, you're bound to find a combo of actors that you like! (I won't dive into that here though, cuz that's a whole other can of worms...)

Anyway, I could go on forever about it, but I will stop there as to not put you to sleep! If you choose to check it out, I hope you enjoy and you’ll have to let me know what you think! ❤️

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

GOOD BOY X PJ

INTRO

Side Charecters: Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi.

Warnings: mentions of violence, smut, nudity, dom and sub relationship, bdsm topics, slave training, anal sex, poly relationship, male and male, punishments, overstimulation, voyarism, public sex, anal plug, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face sitting, fire and Ice play, forced orgasm, gunplay, Impact play, nipple play, orgasm denial, pegging, pet play, sensory deprivation, wax play.

Genre: stranger to lovers, bdsm relationship.

NIGHT SHIFT

I sight looking at my watch. It seems like I've been doing that a lot lately, but right now my client is trying everything he can to extend our time together while I keep telling him I can't.

Is not always like that. But it can get ugly sometimes.

I made the excuse to use the restroom and he finally let me out. Man can be so difficult when drunk, that's why I usually prefer hosting for women but, even them sometimes can get a little out of it when drunk, the difference is they usually listen when I say I need to leave.

I'm not a prostitute. I say to myself in the mirror. I try to remind me of that, stay true to what i want to do, to my dreams and who i am. But it all seams so foolysh. Leaving and heading to the hosts room. The other boys are working but, I see Chul resting on the sofa playing something in his phone.

- difficult client? - he said without looking at me as I plot on the sofa sitting far away from him.

- the usual. - I simply reply.

My eyes close by itself. It's 3 in the morning and I'm so tired. But the thought of having dance classes later in the afternoon makes a smile grow on my face and suddenly, I have the strength to fight a bear. Well, not literally.

I hear boys laugh coming closer to the room, Hwan and Myung enter saying their goodbyes as they have finished their night for today.

- oh, Jimin your next client is here - Myung said to me.

- thank you, I'll be off now.

Tiredly I make my way out of the room and towards the second floor, where all the rooms we attend our clients are. I stop for a few seconds in front of the door before I make my way in - just one more - and besides, joon is a big softie with me.

[...]

Dance is what makes me feel life. Is what keeps me alive and walking forward. It's like breathing for me.

When I hear the sound of a melody, my body instantly moves with it as if I'm dancing with it, not for it. My mind is no longer a prisoner of my nightmares and I can finally feel free, like this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

When my class is over, Eun ji my dance teacher praise me for dancing so beautifully fluid. I thank heavens everyday for her.

When I first came here to Seoul, she was the only one who helped me. Eun ji has been a dancer for 20 years now, she and her husband have a dance studio for classes and they teach all kinds of people.

They were the only ones who accepted me with all my background. They also gave me a place to stay when I didn't have one, and even helped me find a job but, the club was the only place someone like me could be accepted.

- it's been three years already! - Eun ji exclaimed. Her eyes on me as she talks. - I know you think your not ready Jimin but, me and Cha really want you in the studio anniversary celebration.

I knew this was coming. Every year on the Studio anniversary, they held a big celebration with all the dancers and groups they've been teaching. I never participated because I wasn't ready, the fear of disappointing myself with a performance in front of so many people would always make me denied her invitation.

- I don't think I'm ready ms. Ji - I said as look at my feet, not being able to look at her face as I denied her again.

- Jimin I know what you think, but if you keep doing this to yourself you'll never be able to grow - she said and I felt her put a hand on my shoulder - I'm getting older Jimin, and I want to see you shine in that stage, I have no children of my own and you have been like a son to me and Cha.

I look up at her.

- please, think about it.

With a sad smile she leaves.

Her words clutch to my mind for the next few days. I've always wanted to be on stage, but my fears and anxiety hold on me with claws while laughing at me.

I'm not ready. I keep saying, trying to comfort myself in any way possible before i make my way to the manager office.

On my way to the club he called me and told me I had a special request. Special client. Tonight I'll accompany a CEO in a small business dinner, at a fancy restaurant. The only time I've done this before was a year ago, and it did not end well.

Business man are also assholes.

I knock three times before I come in.

- you called me sir - I say.

He turns from his computer and takes off his glasses as he looks at me from his desk.

- you have a vip client tonight - he says - there is only two reasons I called you, number one being the vip client situation.

- oh.. is he new? - I ask.

- yeah but that is not the only thing.... - he says looking around his desk - you'll be in a room with big, big people, important people, extremely influential people.

It makes me wonder who they might be and at the same time makes me uneasy.

- so make sure you serve your client well and... - I already know what he's gonna say - do your little thing and grab a few new ones too.

I knew it. The sight that escapes my mouth doesn't go unnoticed by him, he gets up annoyed and comes at me. I gulped as he stands behind me as I was sitting in front of his desk.

His hands on each side of my shoulders completely cornering me, last time someone said something he didn't liked the boy was beaten up so bad he had to go to the hospital. To say I was scared was an understatement.

I gasp out of shock and pain when he grabbed my neck, his breath hitting my ear as a chill run down my spine.

- you are my slave, so you do what I say or else... - his grip tightens on my neck and tears start to form in my eyes - so if you want to stay alive treat our client very, very... well.

He lets me go. As the air fills my lounges I cough reaching for my neck, my eyes falling on the men in front of me who looks at me as if I'm nothing.

As if I'm just a slave boy.

- the second reason is because of what happened last time - he says, making his way to sit behind his desk again - make sure that doesn't happen again, even if means your ass will get filled.

I stand up, not wanting to hear any of that shit anymore. I hear his laugh as I storm out of that office, anger filling me so hard I smashed the wall besides me.

The pain in my hand being the only thing that brought me back, soon I was blinded by my tears as I grabbed my hand that was now bleeding.

I cried.

[...]

The show must go on. I put on my best clothes as I pushed my feelings away. I have no time to waste pitying myself.

I have no choice but to keep going, I feel a wall suddenly growing around me as I feel so empty. The want to come back home to my mother and cry while she embraces me, almost makes me cry again.

I cursed myself for punching the wall so hard, now I can't bearly do my make up. As i manage to do a decent job I look myself in the mirror being satisfied with it.

One last breath.

I run my hands through my hair, as i build up the strength to keep going.

The show must keep going.

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