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"work wife"???? But not actual wife??
LOL no not actual wife! Both the work wife and I have actual husbands instead đ€đ€ And my husband is JUST as crazy as I am and WILL do farther daytrips like the absolute insane mans he is! Which is one of the MANY reasons I married him--his weirdness matches my weirdness đđđđđ
As a fun fact, the craziest day trip/road trip we have done: we went to IKEA about two ish hours away. Came home, realized upon unloading new bedframe that he had misplaced his wallet somewhere. So what did we do?
WELL IKEA was closed but you bet your ass we got BACK in the car and drove BACK to the pit stop (an hour?? ish?? away??) that VERY night and checked the trash there and asked the people inside (who were sups friendly! They checked the tapes for us and everything!) if they'd seen it. They hadn't! So, we drove BACK home and the next day, after work, we yeeted ourselves into the car and drove BACK to ikea to see if they had it
AND THEY DID!
He was so relieved and then we had IKEA hot dogs for dinner, his treat bc he had his wallet again đ€đ€đ€ (they are pretty good but costco ones I think deffs are better!)
BUT YEAH. My actual spouse is just as unhinged as I am and I love him about it đđđđđđ
#dani answers#wizardshark#BUT YEAH!#anyway i get that a lot of people are like 'work spouse culture is literally insane and weird' and that is CORRECT#it CAN BE! and rest assured that we are NOT#tbh a good like 30% of our time spent together is gushing about our spouses lol#anyway she's so fucking cool it's not even funny and when i told her that she was like WHAT i am NOT cool YOU'RE cool#and i was like DING DONG YOU ARE WRONG and then friendship lol#she is very cool tho. she calls richard chard#he and i think it's fucking HILARIOUS#she's so cool and talented and i miss her bc we haven't hung out in like WEEKS bc of the horrors (i keep getting SICK)#and also bc her department moved back to the building they were in post-reno. so we didn't lunch as per the usual bc she was busy aF#and she's going on vacay for like two weeks now#she's so sweet too! she got me skin tone markers for my BDAY! i'd mentioned it off hand once or twice and this bitch REMEMBERED#her husbando is also v funny lol. gr8 cook too! and a gossipy little guy which is HILARIOUS bc so is chard lmao#anyway sorry for going off in the tags!! i have been home sick too long and am LOSING IT#if im not well enough for work tomorrow i'm gonna explode. i cant keep doing NOTHING it's driving me BATTY#(but at least I'm feeling better and resting up and such lol)
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pov: you are in a secret relationship with jensen ackles ᥣđ©
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girlblogg y/n living her best life
vixen67 why canât I be y/n??
yourbestiesuser so sad i couldnât make it, but have fun you two
youruser we definitely are đ
anonuser who is this secret hottie @/youruser
modelzdaily gotta fbi my way into this atp
randomuser thereâs been rumors that sheâs dating @/jensenackles
spnfan726 stop spreading lies
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spnfan618 a vacay with jensen would make me go sane again
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yourbestiesuser my favorite cowgirl
youruser smooches đœ
tvdstan3 helloo?? I wanna know who sheâs with all the time
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youruser duh i had the best shopping partner !!
spnfam67 *shook*
daddycas123 a duo we didnât know we needed
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youruser save a horse, ride a cowboy
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spnultras SHE DID NOT
jacklesmylove ohgod he liked her comment
jaredpadalecki why the long face? đ€Łđ€Ł
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randomuser i wanna ride (not the horse tho)
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mishabear THE TATTOO?? THATS JENSEN
spnfan123 yup, definitely him
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jesswinchester jensen carrying her shoes? đ«
sirenshay such a gentleman,,im so jealous
belovedregina serving cunt in all possible languages
supernctural they must be dating atp
hope u enjoyed this, i always wanted to do something like this !!
feedback and requests would be appreciated.
got inspired by the lovely @gibson-g1rl !!
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pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia
summary: how about a vacation? :D
warnings: outfit descriptions/links, cussing, name brands, a lot of dialogue, maybe typos? idk
saintâs team radio đȘ©: sorry for making you guys mad last chapter LMAOOO. made this one a bit longer so hopefully i get forgiven. whereâs your dream vacay spot?
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Nadia felt different.
Of course she looked different in the week she asked for a weekâs extension of her leave. Her hair now long and blonde, more tattoos specifically on her hands and a piece on her back. Everything re-pierced to feel more comfort within the pain and much baggier clothes as well.
She was physically glowing. Smelling like vanilla layered with an expensive Arabic perfume, knowing it would turn heads as soon as she walked anywhere. Going for lighter eyelashes, her eyes didnât feel as heavy as they did as when she cried for hours days before.
Driving in ever-cloudy London felt good. The engine of her McLaren roared as she drove through traffic to make it in time for work, earning stares from people in their cars. She liked it, Nadia liked the attention she was receiving but she knew it would be difficult to not want more.
Lewisâ hoodie was warm and smelled like him no matter how many times itâs been washed and that brought immense comfort to Nadia. A smile spread across her face as she thought back to her husband.
He loved her and she loved him.
He never failed to show his love to her, small touches throughout the day no matter the activity, his gaze was on her most of the time like a lovestruck teenager who had just gotten with his crush. Anything she wanted, Lewis would get to it in a blink of an eye. Nadia got loved on so much that she could still feel his slow kisses all over her body making her thoughts drift away.
She had put her phone on DND except for Lewis, him being the exception for whenever he was out and missed his wife. She knew it wasnât healthy to push everyone away but she felt the most safe in her little circle. None of them being her actual family members.
Snapping her out of her thoughts, her ringtone rang through the car and she saw that Lewis was calling.
âMorning my love.â He greeted first as soon as the phone was answered.
Smiling at the sound of his voice, she replied. âMorning, pookie. What you up to?â
âStill at the house, might go to my dadâs for a bit. Just wanted to check on you.â
âYouâre gonna go this morning?â Nads asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
A beat passed.
âLewis?â âYes, my love?â
âWhatever youâre planning, make sure you get home safe.â She spoke and he chuckled at her stern voice, imagining her roll her eyes.
âI promise.â
Lewis dropped the call, putting his phone in his back pocket as he leaned on his car.
Thankfully, Buckinghamshire wasnât cold but he felt a bit of a breeze as he chewed on his gum. Fixing his cap, he walked to the front door of the home and knocked ever so gently. Hearing footsteps and inaudible voices, the door opened to a very surprised Rea while she was fixing her school tie.
The look in her eye moved from surprise to realisation as she registered who was standing in front of her. âO-oh. Morning Lewis.â The young girl stuttered. With his face stoic, he placed his hands behind his back.
âWhereâs your aunt? Just wanna have a little chat.â He spoke.
Before she could speak, Thembi came to the door shouting for Rea to close the door if it was a neighbour. As shocked as her niece was, Thembiâs expression changed to that of smugness. âWhat a surprise! Canât believe my son in law is so early!â She smiled widely as she clapped her hands.
âPlease donât call me that.â He returned the smile and watched as hers fell at the tone of his voice. âI came here to honour my wife. What the two of you have done to Nadia was absolutely disgusting,â He started.
Thembiâs eyes changed to what appeared as darker and brought slight chills down his spine. Nadia had described this look as one of a narcissist, a look that scared her as she grew up and explained her reasons for never being at home. Lewis has had his share of people like Thembi in his life so he was not phased as much.
âCall me unfair or any types of names but I donât want either of you near my wife. I wonât speak for her but sheâll sort you out herself if she chooses to speak with.â Lewis concluded, his voice stern.
Nadiaâs mother laughed. She laughed out loud at Lewisâ words. âDo you think weâre scared of you? Just because youâve got more money and fame, you think you can take my daughter away from me?â The older woman pushed Rea behind her as she came face to face with Lewis.
âShe never told you why she canât have kids? Always out of the house because she couldnât keep-â âAuntie, no. Donât.â Rea spoke up but got given a look that shut her up.
âListen here, Mr rich man. That girl was a harlot and never listened to me. Never showed me her grades and she expected me to love her? Who cares if she got in Oxford or whatever? This will teach her a lesson!â Thembi angrily expressed, using her hands to make gestures.
The fact that Lewis was unmoving was getting on her nerves. Why wasnât he scared? He should be.
âGo back to her! Tell her sheâs getting bigger and she needs to cover up and she needs to cover up. We donât need her or her money. God, I wish I never had her. Such a pain in the ass.â She continued and at this point, Rea was tearing up behind her.
He raised his eyebrows and stopped himself from saying something damaging. âGladly.â
With that, Lewis left them standing in their doorway. Thembi snickering as if she got the last laugh between this exchange and Rea who looked distraught, as if she lost everything in that very moment. He swiftly got in his car and took off to actually visit his father, as calm as he could be.
His phone buzzed as he drank his tea. Lewis loved receiving text from Nadia because she could go from being goofy to suddenly being serious, discussing anything and everything.
MESSAGES!
sthandwa sami: pookie!!! my students got me flowers and wrote me so many letters! đ„čđ„č
thatâs amazing, my love. you deserve them and the world. youâre so strong, my beautiful girl
sthandwa sami: great, now youâve got me crying all over again. i love you, iâll see you later đ
i love you most. got a surprise for you when you get home.
sthandwa sami: đ€šđ€šđ€š
go back to work, youâll find out soon đ€Ł
sthandwa sami: mmmkay. please also get croissants for me, love you bye!!! <3
âWhatâs got you smiling over there, son?â Anthony spoke up with a knowing smile on his face.
With his own grin gracing his face, Lewis put his phone down. âThe one and only. Sheâs doing a whole lot better than last week.â He said to his father.
âThatâs good. You should bring her âround more. Sheâs definitely a character, the whole family canât stop gushing over her.â A laugh was shared between the two before a hush fell over their conversation.
Taking a sip of his tea, Lewis spoke up. âI did the thing we discussed. I thought you lot were joking about the narcissism.â He leaned his head on his hand.
Anthony let out a scoff. âGood. Didnât want them to tear her down, that was disgraceful. You wired the money for herâŠ.whatâs it called?â
âLobola. Itâs her dowry.â Lewis said, his accent prevalent as he tried to pronounce the word.
âAh, yes. Itâs not that we want to take her away from her immediate family but I donât want them near her. They canât ruin the plan knowing how far weâve come.â His dad sighed as he spoke.
All Lewis could do was nod. He just hoped everything will work itself out because he truly loves Nadia.
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There she was.
Blasting music in the driveway as she carried her new flower bouquets out of her car. A big smile on her face, bigger than what Lewis had seen during the past few weeks.
Eventually switching off the ignition and the music all together, Nadia fixed her purse strap and walked towards the front door of the home with Lewis standing right there. Leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and just admiring her as she came closer.
Making eye contact with him just lit up her whole face even more, eyebrows lifted slightly with her eyes rapidly blinking. She looked so happy. He never wanted her smile to leave her face, he planned to keep it there forever.
âHi baby!â Nadia elongated the pet name as she stopped right in front of him. âWhereâs all this energy from, love?â Lewis chuckled as he asked the question. Leaning forward to give her a peck, she returned a few more before looking into his eyes once again.
âJust a lot of good things happened today, it feels unreal.â She smiled, surely her cheeks were painful by now. âFrom the flowers from my kids to the email from Pharrell. Oh! And they let me take part time.â Nadia casually said, walking around to enter the house.
With his body moving along with hers as she walked past, he fully digested her words. âWhat? Love, what do you mean?â He asked, closing the front door behind him.
âYeah! I managed to have a civilised conversation with the principal and we agreed that Iâd take part time. It hurt to make the decision but I think itâll work out for me.â She spoke. With her shoes off, she waltzed into the kitchen and placed the bouquet she was holding, down. Not even noticing the semi-large box on the kitchen island.
A moment of silence passed before he spoke. âAs long as youâre sure and happy, then I am as well.â
âThank you, pookie bear.â Nadia blew a kiss to him when her eyes finally landed on the box with a pretty pink bow. Giving him a look, Lewis moved next to her, holding her waist ever so gently. âRemember the surprise I told you about earlier on?â She nodded and he unconsciously squeezed her waist.
âWellâŠi know itâs summer break in about 3 weeks and I wanted you to have fun with some of your friends so I organised a little something.â He responded with a soft smile on his face as hers moved to look back and forth between him and the box.
Unwrapping the bow, she was stunned to see a few pairs of sunglasses, flower-themed claw clips, what looked like a new makeup bag and an envelope tucked at the very side with the words âFor when the sun shines at Amanzoeâ.
Her eyebrows furrowed. âWhatâs Amanzoe?â
âYouâll see.â He smiled with a smirk on his face.
Leaning towards him, Nadia kissed him passionately, their lips meeting with a soft touch with Lewisâ hands already roaming all over.
âWhat was that for, baby?â Lewis asked, a little breathless after separating from her.
âJust in case I get super surprised.â She shrugged.
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PORTO HELI, GREECE
âHoly fucking shit.â
Nadiaâs eyes were widened from the moment they were picked up from the airport via the private entrance. She knew that she would be surprised but not as inadequate as this.
That conversation was had three weeks before the friend group landed in Athens for the first time, impressed that there was transportation waiting for them with their luggage carefully packed.
Is this what luxury felt like? Did it always look so good? Nadia even thought to her appearance. Her hair in her usual blonde, a beautiful figure hugging dress from Loewe paired with tan Hermes Ocras. She felt like luxury. She finally felt comfortable in it.
Driving into Amanzoe felt like a whole new world. The calmness and ultimate luxury of the resort was absolutely stunning, the architecture paying homage to that of historic Greek monuments and mythology. It was so peaceful, Nadia took a deep breath and immediately felt relieved.
Feeling an arm link with hers, she lifted her head to see Justine with the biggest grin on her face. âI canât believe that weâre here! It was so hard keeping this secret for so long.â Justine chuckled as the two of them followed Lori and Hailey in the main lobby building.
No words could leave her mouth as she continued to admire everything that was in sight. Nadia felt like it was a dream, from the villa to the damn plates they used in the resort restaurant. The girls spent their time over the next few days just soaking up the sun and enjoying the amenities that the resort offered, talking about anything and everything under the stars.
Talking about her infertility was tough but she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with them and it was then she realised how much support she had been getting from her friends. She would often look at the girls and internally thank them for making sure she was happy and healthy.
âLetâs go to the beach club!â
Thatâll do it. Once it was decided that they would go and have fun, the group got ready and took several pictures before leaving the villa. The beach club was very cute, a very chill vibe knowing that Lewis was in Spa and it was race time. The aesthetics of the place were too beautiful however, thatâs what change their minds.
Leaving for a hunt for a good night club in Athens, the girls had the time of their lives and Nadia felt free. Free from everything waiting for her back home, free from her job, free from her mom. She was on cloud nine.
The next few days felt like heaven. Nadia knew that history intrigued more than she could ever imagine but to see herself fully grasp into Greek culture was something she was purely interested in. And so was Lewis. Lori, Justine and Hailey had left earlier to give the two their well deserved time alone. He had arrived and immediately went into vacation mode.
The Hamiltons were in Greece, a summer break that one could dream about for days on end. They would eat, sleep, explore, make love, read, chill in the pool all in the comfort of Amanzoe.
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MESSAGES
rea: hey nadia. just wanted to check in on you. i miss you
nadia: girl fuck you
*this contact has been blocked!*
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user iâm biting my phone rn
user and you just wake up and LOOK LIKE THIS??
user MOTHER IS BACK
user MOTHER IS BACK OH MY GOODNESS
loriharvey hi (louder than everyone else)
nadiahamilton hi my love đ€
latto that man is so lucky, iâm so jealous of him
nadiahamilton back home in a few days đ
user NADIA
lewishamilton youâre joking
lewishamilton i just fell to my knees
lewishamilton god, youâre beautiful
user get you a man like lewis yâall!!
user is she not going to address anything??
user sheâs not obligated to tell you shit đ«¶đœ
mercedesamgf1 the princess of the team đ
alexandrasaintmleaux iâm barking at my phone, JUST ONE CHANCE PLS
charlesleclerc alex đ§
alexandrasaintmleaux i donât think you understand
lilymhe TINKERBELL!!
nadiahamilton LILS!!
theestallion allat for US?!
nadiahamilton itâs all for you actually meg
user 2 million likes in an hour, no one is doing it like her i fear đ
lewishamilton youâre so beautiful
nadiahamilton thank you sthandwa sami đ€
user DOES HE KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
user clearly he does omg
user itâs so cute that heâs learning for her
sza this is what i pay my wifi for
nadiahamilton BITCH đ
haileybieber take all my money
justineskye i think itâs time for another vacation with you, i need it NEOWWW
user sheâs your favourite celebrityâs favourite celebrity đđ«¶đœ
tayrussell hey and stuff
nadiahamilton hey bae
amanhotels thank you for the visit! đ€
user AMAN??? AMANZOE???? THEIR MONEY LONGGGGGGG
user idc nicole is still far better than her
user the same one who couldnât get a ring after 7 years? câmon now, let be serious
fencer sister in law serving looks!!!
nadiahamilton donât think iâm not watching you, kilometreâŠ.
fencer what did i do?????
lewishamilton i love you. got you more halloumi
nadiahamilton COMING, I LOVE YOU đ„čđ„č
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lewishamilton the wife pt.2 in greece
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Hello, i would like to request a short little spencer reid x reader, since spencer is kind of autistic coded and he is shown to not understand some jokes or takes things literally, can you do one where reader is the same way, and somebody says a joke that neither of them get and everyone else around is like... wow they are perfect for eachother... and they are just so confused
Drabble: Sweet Like Sugar
A/N: I love this idea! Thanks for requesting! The only joke I could come up with is one from an episode of FRIENDS. Here's a lil dabble before I go into finals. Iâm so mentally done with school and canât wait for summer vacay in a week.
~560 wc
It was early in the morning and your coworkers were just showing up for work. You quickly dropped your stuff off at your desk before practically running towards the coffee maker.Â
When you approached the counter Morgan was there preparing a fresh batch of coffee. âHey sweet thing, howâs your morning been?âÂ
âAsk me after I have caffeine in my system. Maybe then my eyes will stay open,â you answered plainly as you reached for your mug. Â
Morgan chuckled at your answer as he grabbed the coffee pot. âWell feel free to take the first cup.âÂ
The corners of your mouth turned up as you handed him your mug. âThanks Morgan.âÂ
The two of you continued to make your coffee as Spencer approached looking for caffeine. When he saw you his eyes brightened.Â
You and Spencer had just started dating and were feeling the buzz others might call âthe honeymoon phase.â Spencer however would argue that what he was feeling was more than that. What he felt for you he felt long before you started dating.Â
âMorning,â he greeted with a small smile reaching for the coffee pot.Â
âMorning Spence,â you replied gleefuly.Â
Morgan raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk. âHow come he gets a warm welcome?âÂ
You pointed at your cup, âI told you, ask me when I have coffee.âÂ
He chucked, âThat or your boyfriend?âÂ
Your eyes squinted at him as you tried to hide a smile.Â
âDo you guys know if thereâs any extra sugar?â Spencer asked.Â
You turned back around to face him. âThere isnât any in the cabinet?âÂ
âNo, itâs empty,â he replied as he pushed away things in his search for sugar. That small pout on his face you found to be adorable.
âHold on, let me look for some.â
âMaybe stick your finger in his coffee, thatâll sweeten it up,â Morgan joked before taking a sip of coffee.Â
Both you and Spencer froze to look at him with confusion plastered across your faces. Morgan could practically see the gears turning in your heads.Â
âWhy would she stick her finger in my coffee?â Spencer asked with a puzzled look.Â
âThatâs so gross. I wouldnât do that to him, he hates germs,â you grimaced.Â
âI didnât mean it literally,â Morgan defended.
The joke was still lost on you both. You stood there trying to make sense of what Morgan said.
âItâs because you have such a sweet personality that touching his coffee would sweeten it up. Especially because he likes an ungodly amount of sugar,â he explained.Â
A look of realization dawned on you both with quiet âoohs.âÂ
Morgan couldnât help but smile at the reaction. He always knew you and Spencer would end up together. You were both so similar; your chemistry undeniable. You two acted like love sick puppies around each other, and it happened more often now that you started dating. Morgan would never complain though, he was pleased to see you both happy and with your person.Â
âWow, you guys really are perfect for eachother,â he remarked before walking away from the kitchen.Â
You and Spencer both turned to each other and shrugged, not fully grasping what he was insinuating.Â
âHey Spence?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You finished stirring your creamer in your coffee, âWould you say Iâm sweet? Like Derek said?âÂ
He wrapped his arm around you and leaned down to kiss your temple before whispering in your ear.Â
âThe sweetest.â
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Behave (Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader)
Hi friends! Sorry about the lack of posting last week, I was on vacay in Disney, it was a really great break from reality hehe. But Iâm back now and will be posting weekly. Hope you like this one. <3
18+ ONLY. Please donât interact with my posts if you are under 18.
Includes: unprotected sex, choking, demanding, teasing, solo play, public play.
Summary: This doesnât really have a story line, mostly just smut. Reader wants to see if Pedro will behave in public as she teases him all night. ;)
Pedro couldnât keep his hands off of you all day. You were both getting ready for an event you got invited to tonight. Going to events with coworkers of Pedroâs was always fun, but tonight you both just wanted to be in bed together, fucking each other senseless.
âMama, you canât wear that dress tonight,â Pedro says to you, looking you up and down hungrily.
You furrow your brows together, âBut, this is the dress Iâve had picked out all week.â
Pedro walks up behind you and looks at you through the mirror youâre standing in front of. He wraps his lips around your earlobe giving it a soft bite and sending shiver down your body. âIf you wear that, I donât know if Iâll be able to behave myself.â
Your cheeks became flush and your pussy was aching from his words and his touch. You bit your lip, âWell, youâre just going to have to behave arenât you? Cause Iâm not changing,â you walk away from him and grab your shoes. As you bend over to put on your shoes, Pedro looks over to see you are not wearing any underwear.
You feel his finger run up your slit and let out a breath, gripping onto the bed post. âYouâre killing me baby,â Pedro says to you, still toying with your pussy. âI want to taste you now.â
You turn around to face him and your met with his fingers in your mouth. You swirl and wrap your tongue around them, slowly bobbing your head up and down. You know what this does to Pedro and you were in the mood to be a tease all night, testing to see if he really will behave himself. Your eyes met his and he was watching your every move, fixating on your mouth around his fingers.
You let his fingers come out of your mouth with a pop, âYouâre just going to have to wait, we need to go. Now.â
You grabbed his hand as he dragged his feet behind you and you both made it out the door into the car. The company that was hosting the event tonight had arranged a driver to pick you both up so you climbed your way into the back seat of the SUV. You both exchanged small talk with the driver and silence fell upon the vehicle, the sound of the radio softly filtering through to the back seat where you and Pedro sat.
The middle seat was empty between you and Pedro, you turned to face him, your back to the window. You brought your legs up resting them on the middle seat, exposing your pussy to him. You watched him shift uncomfortably, as you spread your legs a bit wider. Bringing your hand down to your pussy, you starting rubbing circles on your clit, and dipping them into your dripping sex. You could hear the wetness of your pussy as you continued to play with it, teasing Pedro to the point where you could tell he was about to burst through his pants.
He brought his hand up to your leg, rubbing your calf and nudging your leg open wider so he could get a better look. You quickly closed your legs, making sure he knows you canât touch him right now. The car came to a stop as you realized you had arrived at the plaza.
You made your way into the event room, your arm looped around Pedroâs. He took a quick pit stop in the bathroom to readjust himself. You both once again made small talk with other guests at the event, Pedroâs hand resting on your lower back and lowering to caress your ass every now and then. Once you two had found your table you took a seat.
You placed your hand on Pedroâs thigh, eventually creeping your way up to his cock. Itâs still semi-hard from your performance in the car and you smiled to yourself. You started to palm him through his pants, feeling his cock grow harder. Pedro let out a sigh and shifted in his seat.
He leaned over to whisper in your ear, âDonât make me take you home and punish you,â he said with a clenched jaw. Just what you wanted.
You continued to tease him throughout the night and once you both had finally made it home, you closed the door and Pedro pinned you against it. His face inches from yours, as he wrapped his hand around your throat, placing his thumb against your lips.
âDid teasing me all night make you wet? Hmm?â he asked you as he slid his fingers into you. âYou think itâs fun for me to be hard all night while you sit there with that pretty smile on your face as you rub my cock and play with your pussy?â he pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you moan and whimper as he curled them toward your g spot. You bit your lip as he fingered your pussy, hearing how wet you were for him made you even more aroused.
You wrapped your leg around him, but he moved it away. âNo, now itâs my turn,â he said nipping at your jaw. He traveled open mouthed kiss all down your body, starting from your neck, to your collarbones, to your chest. He pulled down the top of your dress, exposing your tits and started sucking and flicking his tongue on your nipples. Placing soft kisses on them, making you shiver at his soft touch.
He eventually pulled your dress down to your ankles as he worked his way down your body, softly touching every inch of your body with his mouth. He lead you to the bedroom and laid you down on your back. He took off your shoes, kissing the tops of your feet all the way down your leg. He stopped at your inner thigh, teasing you by hovering his mouth over the sensitive skin, licking and sucking on your inner thigh.
Your hips squirmed, so desperate for friction on your pussy. âMmm, not yet princess,â he said to you. He rose up and took of his shirt, unbuckled his pants and dropped them and his boxers to the floor. His cock was already hard and dripping with precum. You bit your lip, craving his cock inside of you.
âPlease Pedro, Iâm sorry,â you whimpered. He ran the tip of his cock onto your folds as you sharply inhaled at the friction you wanted so bad.
âTouch yourself,â Pedro demanded. You brought your fingers down to your clit, rubbing circles on it, bucking your hips towards his cock as he continued to tease you with it. âGood girl, youâre behaving now.â
He thrusted his cock into you completely, filling out your walls perfectly and making you cry out. He pulled out completely before diving back in, his cock stretching you out. The pleasure washed over you and he continued to thrust into your pussy. He bent down and connected his lips to yours, you both sloppily kissing each other, tongues squirming around each other, and your moans muffled into his mouth.
âTurn around baby,â he said breathlessly as you turned around for him, pushing your hips up into the air. Pedro spanked you harshly, the sting subsided quickly as he slapped you again. He entered his cock into you, he felt even bigger from behind. He wildly thrust into you, the sound of skin on skin filling your ears. His hands dug into your hips as he guided your on his cock.
You felt that familiar feeling in your pussy as his balls slapped against your clit.
âBaby, Iâm gonna come,â you said to him.
âCome on my dick baby.â
He thrust into you harder and you felt your walls contract around his cock. Pushing your hips up even more to feel him deeper inside of you.
âYes, just like that baby,â he said, still thrusting into you. He pulled out his cock and turned you around, you took his tip into your mouth, he used his hand to pump his shaft and you felt his load cover your tongue as you swallowed.
You got up onto your knees, facing Pedro as he kissed you all over making you fall back on the bed.
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Request where reader and Peter are married and on vacay sheâs been trying to hide sheâs sick because sheâs pregnant and she tells him at dinner đ€
cute cute cuteeee!! this turned out longer than iâd expected đł kinda proud of it!
pairing âł peter parker x reader
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peter parker, your husband, was as bad at connecting the dots as he was at keeping secrets. usually he was the one whoâd sneak around. at a time you didnât know about his alter egoâ spider-manâ he used to hide his costume and his web shooters but now he did it with the bruises littering his face. he would steal your concealer on various occasions and try to cover them up. however, youâd know about them reinstating his inability to hide things, especially from you.
but this time, it was you. you were keeping a secret and not just anything.
you were pregnant.
but not quite ready to tell peter, not knowing how he would react. it wasnât like you guys hadnât he married for three years and known each other for all eight of them, but having a kid together was quite a big deal.
it was hard to keep a secret. even though peter would never guess, you didnât want him to mistake your morning sickness for something serious and fuss over it.
it was harder to keep a secret from peter when you two were supposed to be under the same roof for most part of the day.
tony had decided it was time all the avengers had a break so heâd flown everyone to bali. so now you were laying beside him in this extraordinarily expensive hotel room as the morning sun peaked in through the curtain.
you rubbed your eyes, shifting slightly as the first thing you felt was the weird taste in your mouth. and you just had to make a run for the bathroom before you puked all over the soft, lavish carpet under your bed. peter woke up with a jolt when he felt you throw his arm away from your body. he watched with sleepy eyes as you slammed the door to the bathroom.
âbabe?â he hurried out of the bed. he could hear you retching on the other side of the door, âbaby? whatâs wrong?â
âitâs nothing!â you responded, âbe out in a minute!â
it took you around two minutes to collect yourself back and brush your teeth before you made your way out of the bathroom. not so much to your surprise, peterâs hands grabbed both your shoulders as soon as you opened the door, âis it food poisoning? maybe it was the hotdog we had before dinner. it must be that! donât worry, iâll get you medicines.â
he started leaving but you stopped him, âpeter, wait!â
âwhat?â he turned around.
you wish you could tell peter now but this just didnât feel like the right moment. you sighed, âyouâre not um, wearing any pants.â
âoh. right, silly of me.â your husband chuckled sheepishly as he grabbed his pair of pants that heâd left on one of the armchairs in the room.
you were sure peter would have found out in a week when your babyâs heart started beating, anyway. you felt a little ridiculous as you took the medicine from his hand and assured him that you would take it before you sneakily flushed it down the toilet.
peter noticed you being weird at breakfast too. you poked around at the salad in front of you. the smell of olive oil was making you nauseous itself and you were sure youâd have to rush if you had it. you would really go for a burger right now. honestly, you werenât up for running three flights of stairs.
peter placed a hand over yours, running his thumb over the ring that rested on your finger, âhey, you okay? did the medicine not work?â
you gave him a shrug, ânot hungry.â
âtake it easy, parker.â wanda interjected, âjust get her a burger and some fries.â she gave you a wink before taking a bite out of her bagel.
she knew.
you gave her a small smile.
thankfully peter took wandaâs advice and got you some fries, a burger and an added milkshake, which made you love him even more than you ever thought you could. you threw your arms around his shoulders as he placed the brown bag containing your breakfast on the table back in your room.
peter hugged you back as he smiled. however, his smile quickly faded away when he felt your shoulders shake against him, ây/n, are you-â
his sentence was cut short when you sobbed into his chest. his hand instantly wrapped around you protectively, âbaby, whatâs wrong?â
you just shook your head as you continued crying. peter rubbed your back until you calmed down. you pulled away to wipe your tears while the brunetteâs arm remained intact around your waist, âiâm sorry.â
âyouâve got nothing to be sorry for.â he said as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, âis everything okay though, hun? youâve been acting kinda... weird. which isnât bad, i-i mean, iâm just worried about you.â
âiâm okay, peter. i just got a bit emotional.â you gave him a little smile.
he nodded, though still unsure.
peter was nothing short of a delight for the whole day after that. he served your breakfast for you and even denied going to the beach with the others because you didnât feel like going, even though youâd told him youâd be fine in the hotel room. then you two spent the day watching disney movies.
in the evening peter asked you to get ready for dinner and you were a little confused because you thought you two were going to go downstairs and have dinner with the gang. but peter insisted you get ready so you did.
peter then took you to the beach and the two of you walked until a candlelit table was in front of you. you gasped with joy, âremember our first candlelight dinner?â peter asked as he watched your smile grow.
âi do! i was so nervous.â you chuckled.
âyou were nervous? i was freaking out! i didnât know what to speak. you looked so gorgeous.â peter gave you a small smile, âyou still do.â
âyouâre way more gorgeous.â you gave him a little kiss, âoh my god. i just remembered i spilled wine all over your favourite shirt that day.â
peter laughed. and just like that, you knew. this was the moment. it was your chance. you didnât wanna wait for peter to figure it out himself or for him to hear the babyâs heartbeat. you wanted him to hear it from you.
the two of you sat down and peter ordered your favorite for both of you. you smiled, watching you twoâs fingers interlaced. peter ran his thumb over your ring finger, a habit of his that made your heart swell every time.
âpeter?â
âyes, beautiful?â
âthereâs something you gotta know.â you stated as your heart started beating a little faster.
âwhat is it?â peter asked, giving you his fill attention, a look of concern etched over his face.
âiâm... uh, iâm pregnant.â you stated, watching his face for any major expression.
âyeah, what about that?â
âi know! i couldnât believe it eith- wait what?!â your pupils enlarged in surprise.
âyouâve been pregnant for around five weeks, whatâs new with that?â peter asked.
him being so confident made you doubt if youâd already told him. peter laughed softly at your confused expression. you looked at him, raising an eyebrow, âis this funny to you?â
âno! no. not at all.â peter gave a little squeeze to your hand.
âhowâd you know?â you asked, your expressions softening.
âwell, i noticed the little changes your body was going through.â peter explained, âand i found the pregnancy test you forgot to throw out.â
âoh shoot-â you facepalmed, âthatâs so stupid.â
âhey, itâs alright.â peter chuckled, âi would have probably been worse at keeping a secret like that.â
you laughed, âguess weâre both bad a keeping secrets.â
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Part 10 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas
This may be my last headcanons list, my friends. Will still do art and stuff but I am fresh outta ideas.
Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9
Enjoy đ
Sub Tribes - KPop/Reggaeton/Yodelers/Chaz etc. there's not many of them around because they came from overseas.
King Peppy - Didn't tell Poppy about Viva because he was in the early stages of dementia. (Canon?) For a while he thought Poppy WAS Viva. By the time he realised his 'mistake', Poppy was already grown.
Vacay Island - the brothers sometimes help Bruce at his restaurant. They have name tags with funny 'work names'. Flood, Big Fish, Classy, and Big Brunch. Viva and Poppy have done the odd shift as well, as Pinky and Vista. đ
Brozone - they became world famous, argued and left BEFORE the cage went around the Pop Troll Tree. (Canon?)
Brozone - there was a rumoured 'unfinished' Brozone song that was supposed to be released after that tour. John finally finishes it and the brothers offer to sing it for Poppy's bridal entrance song. Poppy immediately faints. In my head the song is 'Helpless When She Smiles' by The Backstreet Boys
Brozone - whatever the Trolls equivalent of the Superbowl is, I feel like Bruce and JD would be very into it. Jerseys and face paint and everything.
Bruce - cameras make him self-conscious. If he is in a group he can tolerate it but hates being the only one in the photo.
Bruce - has caught his kids trying to do the Brozone dance routines. He tries to stay out of it best he can and let them have their fun but then they ask him to teach them and doesn't he just melt.
Bruce - has a wedding ring but it is Vacationer sized. He keeps it in his hair mostly but will braid it into his hair like an accessory for special occasions.
Bruce - 100% certain Poppy and Branch's first born would be a boy. "We're a family of five brothers! It took Brandy and I thirteen tries to have a daughter. Trust me, I have no doubt your first egg will absolutely be a boy." *They have a girl* Bruce đ
Floyd - can only sleep comfortably near an open window. Sometimes can only sleep sitting up.
Floyd - will randomly stare off into space or mutter to himself.
Floyd - *clears throat* I ship Floom! đđłïžâđ
Floyd - can't stick to new hobbies for very long, he hyperfixates for a week or two then gets bored. Macrame, candle making, soap making, jewelry making, photography are some examples.
Clay - his brothers collectively tried to convince him that he was the adopted brother.
Clay - is quite squeamish. The sight of vomit, open wounds and bodily fluids; Clay will absolutely pass out. Snotty babies make him very uncomfortable.
Clay - gets Viva to braid his hair out of his face only when something really serious is happening *cracks neck* "Viva?" "Yah?" "Braid me" "Yes, Sir." Shwoooop
Clay - Found out the Classical Trolls have a library larger the Pop Village. "Viva, they have a whole wing dedicated to tragedies! Tragedies, Viva!"
Clay - okay, so he and Viva have never been a couple, even if he ever considered it, their work came first and he didn't want to jeopardize what they had. Buuuuuuuttt the thought that another Troll could one day be Viva's person, that she would go to them instead of him for comfort or ideas or laughs or safety or hugs... it makes Clay feel... weird.
Clay - at some point is named some kinda Troll magazines most eligible bachelor. Bro was in a boyband, co-runs a society of survivors, runs a business, is close friends with royalty, has been knighted, has a license to practice accounting and was part of the only known Perfect Family Harmony. He's apparently a hot commodity now.
John Dory - takes night classes to finally get his highschool diploma. Is too embarrassed to tell anyone until he graduates.
John Dory - doesn't get sick often. But when he does, he keeps going to the point of exhaustion.
John Dory - has indeed crossed paths with Delta Dawn before. Both of them have very different versions of the story. "I serenaded her." "The fool was whining something from the inside of a jail cell."
John Dory - has been known to sleep with his eyes open. Freaks people out.
John Dory - will drink milk straight from the carton and put it back in the fridge.
John Dory - teaches Bruce's kids all the swear words and does in fact tell them his rendition of where eggs come from.
Viva - tries to hide sadder feelings from Poppy. Worried that Poppy won't want to hang out with her if she isn't fun.
Poppy - sometimes feels guilty, if things had been different, Viva would have been Queen. Viva tries to reassure Poppy that she is "The right Troll for the role." đđ» Also Viva tries to argue that they both technically get be Queens now anyway.
Guy Diamond - Trolls have eggs when they have powerful feelings of love. Guy Diamond was able to have Tiny because he loves himself so much.
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đ2k Celebration Headcanonsđ
Being Fukurodaniâs Manager
âïž Manager Glow Up Edition âïž
Fukurodani x gender neutral manager
Warnings: none
A/N: This was the winning team and scenario for the 2k celebration headcanons! I apologize for taking literally 7 years to get this out but please accept my apologies đ„ș
What a team to have a glow up in đ
Honestly you do know who the teams ace is right Yn?
You wouldnât be trying to steal Bokutoâs thunder now would you be đ
I mean, even if you were, youâve earned the right YN
You are the teams precious baby manager đ„č
Literally the teams pride and joy
You are a second year just like Akaashi and boy are you loved
Literally these boys and girls do anything and everything to protect their precious YN
Konoha has said several times that no one is good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN
Now you never really paid much mind to these idiots
Because, well you were busy with other things
BokutoâŠ. Always Bokuto đ
Anyways what Iâm getting at is that you deserve so much YN
And thankfully I, your fairy godmother, am here to give it to you đ§đ»ââïž
You see, summer break is coming up and while the boys are busy practicing, you are busy doing other things đ
You ended up taking a two week vacation to visit family, much to the contest of the team
Bokuto đđ» cried like he was never going to see you again đ
Akaashi đđ» *internally screaming*
Kaori and Yukie đđ» sad because now they have to deal with Bokuto for 2 whole weeks
Saru and Konoha đđ» trying to figure out how to get you to stay
Washio and Komi đđ» apologizing because they know you desperately need and deserve a break
Nevertheless, you manage to escape and head on your two week vacay
Bokuto texts you the entire time telling you how he misses you
Akaashi takes Bokutos phone and apologizes to you profusely for bothering you đ±
However while you are away, some things change đ
It seems our sweet little Yn has had a massive glow up while away and boy am I excited đ€©
Now you really donât think youâve changed that much but trust me, you have
You changed your hair, got some new clothes, found a magic elixir to clear your skin
Heck I think you might have even grown YN đ±
Donât come for me, I swear you kids grow like weeds when you are teens!
Whatever the case, youâve definitely changed YN!
And oh boy Iâm excited to see our favorite little owls reactions đ
When you showed up to practice you walked in and immediately went about your business
Washio and Konoha đđ»đđ€š
They have no clue who you are
âHey Akaashi did we get a new manager?âKumi says coming up behind Akaashi
âIâve never seen that person before. Maybe theyâre lost?â Onaga adds
Akaashi studies you while Yukie and Kaori approach
âHey do you know who that is?â Komi asks as the girls who look in your direction
Just as they look, it registers with Akaashi
Like a literal slap in the face, his brain has awoken!
Too bad he realizes too late to stop the riot thatâs about to incite đ
âWait is that-?â Konoha says, studying you
âHoly crap, YN???â Saru yells as you turn your head and smile at the team
âOh hey guys,â you say đ„°đđ»
Rip to Fukurodani, youâve served us well đ«Ą
âYN?? Is that really you??â Komi questions, slowly approaching you like you might not be real
âUmm yes, I think so???â You say confused
Please they have you wondering if itâs actually you đ
Because like why are they acting this way
âYouâve changed,â Washio says bluntly
âOh yeah, I guess Iâve changed a little but itâs only been two weeks guys,â you say, confused and secretly planning your escape to look the mirror
âWow YN, you lookâŠâ Yukie starts to say
But unfortunately, she didnât get to finish because a certain someone interrupted
You see, a very important person was missing from the newly revealed YN
âHEY HEY HEY everybody! YN comes back today!!!â Bokuto screeches as he throws open the doors to the gym
Everyone just waits in silence because they all wanna see his reaction
âHey Bo! I missed you!â You sing as Bokuto stops, studying you from head to toe
âWho are you?â He asks đ€š
You đđ»đ
Well now you really need to look in a mirror
âBokuto, itâs YN,â Akaashi says coming up next to you
Bokuto rn đđ»đđ€š
âThatâs not YN Akaashi,â Bokuto says staring at you
âItâs really Yn Bokuto,â Komi says coming up next to you
You đđ»đ
Bokuto đđ»đđ
âVery funny guys, great joke. I think Iâd recognize my second favorite person in the entire worldâ Bokuto says, laughing as he walks past you
Sorry Yn, spot #1 is reserved for Akaashi đ
You sigh, knowing exactly what to say to Bokuto
âWhose the best ace in the entire world?â You say, mentally rolling your eyes that itâs come to this
Bokuto stops and turns đ
âEveryone knows that,â he says as you stand there, again rolling your eyes
âYouâre better than Ushiwaka because you beat Tsukki like a million times in 2 on 2,â you say as Akaashi smirks
Bokuto đđ»đđ±
âHOLY CRAP YN??â he screams as you turn and smile
âThatâs what made you realize it was Yn?â Konoha asks
âYn you look so good!! Wait- why did you change?? YN did you get a partner??â Bokuto says, deflation eminent
Akaashi đđ»đ YN choose your words carefully please I BEG
âBo, no! I just needed a little a change. Iâll admit I didnât think I changed that much but I guess I did!â You say, beaming as the entire team swoons over you
Literally they didnât think you could get any cuter đ„°
However what Fukurodani fails to realize is that your glow up would affect more than just themâŠ
You see, with the training camp coming up at Shinzen, a whole new problem arises
And you see, these dummies donât realize how much your glow up will affect literally every other team at the camp
It actually doesnt register until they arrive at camp and get off the bus
And it actually hits Konoha first
Heâs helping you unload the bus all while the other teams stand around, staring at you
Konoha rn đđ»đđ€šđł
Crap crap CRAP
âAkaashi! AKAASHI!â he whisper yells as Akaashi turns to look at him
âLook!â He says pointing to the gaggling bunch of guys staring at their amazing manager
Akaashi đđ»đđł
Please Akaashi knows you can handle yourself but he is still so protective of you
I mean, you are literally a key to Bokutoâs success and those an irreplaceable member of the Fukurodani team
You continue to unload the bus, oblivious to the men now fuming behind you
Akashi and Konoha are GLARING at the guys staring at you
Tanaka and Noya have nothing on these two petty bbys
When you finally turn around, you sense the tension
âHey whatâs going on?â You say as Komi quickly pulls you away stating he needs help with some ridiculous task
âWow YN really⊠changed?â Kuroo says smirking
âStay away from YN, KurooâŠâ Akashi growls as Konoha backs him up
Kuroo throws his hands up, smirking as he walks away đ
As the camp progresses, you notice a lot of the boys being extremely nice and helpful
âHey Yn let me carry that for you!â Tanaka says as you smile
âOh thank you! You are such a sweetheart!â You say as Tanaka gushes đ
Meanwhile, Washio is standing behind you, glaring at the bald spiker
Please these guys are all so protective of their bby yn đ„ș
But it doesnât stop there
âWatch out Yn!â Someone screams as you turn to see a ball flying at your head
You duck before the ball is immediately snatched up by Ogano, Shinzenâs captain
âOh Ogano, thank you!â You say as he smiles at you, extending his hand to you
âYou ok YN?â He asks as he pulls you up, hand lingering in yours
Akaashi, Komi and Saru instantly see you but their eyes donât go to you oh no no no
rather to a certain owl haired boy đ
Bokuto is watching your interaction with Ogano, confused as to why the other captain is so attentive to you
Bokuto has noticed the other teams paying extra attention to you as well
At first, he thought it was because you were so helpful but that couldnât be it because the other managers were just as helpful
By then he notices how Oganoâs hand lingers longer in yours đł
Akaashi, Komi and Saru rn đđ»đđż
But before anything can happen, you simply thank Ogano and walk away
Bokuto shook his head, a little confused but still thinking about your interaction with the other captain as well as the looks given by the other teams
âYN come practice with me!â Bokuto cries as you roll your eyes
âBo, I need to help everyone else!â You say
âActually taking Bokuto would be a big help YN,â Konoha says
âSee YN- hey wait a minute?!?â Bokuto glares are Konoha
You đđ»đđ come on Idiot
âHey wait up!â Kuroo said, following you
You turn, seeing the giant captain running towards you as you beam at him
âKuroo would you like to join us?â You say as Kuroo smirks
âOf course, I would never turn down the company of someone so pretty,â he says winking at you
You blush profusely as Bokuto glares at Kuroo
Please Akaashi is RUNNING đââïž Ukai Style đđ»
âCome on Yn! Iâll help you,â he says as he pulls you two towards the 3rd gym
Leaving Bokuto to GLARE daggers into Kuroo
During your practice, Tsukishima joins again, causing Bokuto even more grief
âAkaashi, have you noticed everyone staring at YN?â He finally asks
Akaashi knew this was coming but heâs cautious about how he answers it
âI mean, Bokuto havenât you noticed?â Akaashi asks
Bokuto đđ»:D noticed what???
âOh for gods sakes Bokuto, YN got like super hot!â Kuroo shouts, finally putting it out into the world for all the hear
Akaashi đđ»đđ€Šđ»ââïž
Kuroo đđ»đ
Tsukishima đđ»đ
You đđ»đïžđđïž
Bokuto looks from you to Kuroo and back again
Then the lightbulb finally goes on
âOH MY GOD EVERYONE HAS BEEN HITTING ON YN!?!â he screams
âI mean do you really blame us Bokuto?â Kuroo asks
âWELL NO BUT STOP IT!â He shouts
âYou want us to stop being nice to Yn? Sounds kind of mean Bokuto,â Kuroo says with a smirk
âTHATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! AAAAKKKKAAAASSSHHHHHIIIIIII!â Bokuto screams as you sigh
âYN do me a favor please?â Akaashi asks before going to tame the untamable
âSure Akaashi,â you respond sweetly
âDonât have a glow up again until Bokuto graduates,â he says as you just nod
You đđ»đ«Ą aye aye captain
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Several Shots Later (Pro!Sero x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader)Â
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Pairing: Pro!Sero Hanta x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)Â
Synopsis: In which you go on a vacation in an effort to relax and feel more confident, but find yourself falling for the sexy stranger who sends you a drink across the room and also happens to give you some firsthand dance lessons and a night youâll never forget.Â
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Aged Up!Sero (heâs in his late 20s); Chubby!Reader; Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Marijuana/Alcohol Use; Sero Speaking Spanish; Petnames: (Baby, Mama, Mami); Skinny Dipping; Strangers to Lovers; Drunk Sex; Exhibitionism; Public Oral; Shotgunning; Dirty Talk; Daddy/Papi Kink; Rope Play; Spanking; Spitting; Facefucking; UNPROTECTED PIV Sex; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Cum on Body; AftercareÂ
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: HAPPY B-DAY WEEK TO MY FAVORITE LATIN KING SERO!! I typed this from his bed btw. Posting it early cuz this weekend, I'm gonna be soooo busy. Anyway, I had this idea after listening to "She's Hot" (the song above) & thinking about dancing to it with Sero cuz y'all know damn well he can MOVE. Enjoy! -Jazz
P.S. If my Spanish is trash or inaccurate, please PLEASE let me know! I used Google Translate lol
Read on AO3 here!
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Heâs been staring at you all night, ever since you sat at the bar twenty minutes ago. If he continues to do so, youâre sure to soak the stool youâre sitting on.
Youâve never been stared at in such a way beforeââso brazenly and intimately. Though the lust is hidden beneath the surface of his charcoal eyes, you can tell that this isnât all that is there. Youâre used to being lusted after, but this feels different. MoreâŠromantic.
And all just from one look! You know youâre probably looking too deep into it though. After all, you havenât even spoken to the man. But fuck, do you want to, ever since you caught a glimpse of him when you stepped into the resortâs nightclub twenty minutes before with your two friends and vacay buddies.Â
The man is the definition of âfineâ.
Though he was sitting down when you first saw him, youâd place him at a good height over yours. He is all lean muscle, but not overly so, all of which you can see straining against his black polo shirt that he leaves unbuttoned to expose the sliver of chest and a gold chain underneath. His arms, which youâd love to feel wrapped around you, are roped in tattoos, his fingers adorned in rings and his wrist encased in a Rolex watch. The man must got money.
He sits back in his seat now, his shot of rum in his lap and his thighs open wide as if not aware that every woman (or man) could be staring at his crotch in those tight-ass jeans.Â
Youâd never thought youâd ever see a man make a mullet look good either. He rocks it perfectly, several strands of black hair hanging in his alluring eyes that continue to stare you down, making you feel hot all over. His eyes sparkle just as his lip ring and silver hoops along his ears do, his long lashes making you think of a dollâs. Heâs so, so beautiful.Â
You donât know what he does, but judging by the watch and the Nike Air Forces on his feet, youâd guess he could be a singer. Maybe a business owner or CEO of some company? Maybe even a model? Regardless, he could have any woman in here just with one look and a smile. Why is he so entranced with you? What is it with you that he wants?Â
âGirl, youâve been staring right back at him,â Mina chuckles from beside you. âIf donât hop on that man, I will âcause heâs fine.â
You side-eye her from your spot between her and Uraraka, watching her sip on her second cocktail of the night in her little pink mini-dress. âWhy donât you just go over and talk to him like a normal person?â she snickers.Â
You turn away from her and the beautiful stranger, staring down at your half-drunk Mojito. âYou know I donât make the first move,â you sigh. âI donât even know how. Plus, I didnât come here for a man. I came here to relax and find some confidence in myself.âÂ
âThatâs what a hot guy like him is for!â Mina argues, nodding at the stranger. Though youâre sure he has looked away from you by now, your body still burns as if he is still watching you, waiting for you. âNo,â you protest. âThatâs what the beach, the spa, and endless drinks are for. Iâm not here for sex after the last time a hookup went wrongâwhich was only a month ago.âÂ
You huff, stirring your drink around before sipping on it to calm your nerves and push those memories away. You came here to get away from all of that, after all. A month ago was the last straw when it came to dating and hooking up, especially with men online. You had been on Match for months but always seemed to run into men who either had a fetish for plus-sized women, and only that, or ghosted you as soon as they saw you outside of your pretty profile picture.Â
The last hookup you had seemed to break your spirit completely. You and the guy had been talking for a couple of weeks before he asked you out for dinner. Though you were excited, you felt that nabbing feeling in your gut that something would go wrong the moment he saw you in your dress, all of your rolls and jiggly parts on display.
But surprisingly, when you met with him at the restaurant, his smile didnât even falter. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as if nothing was wrong. You even started to believe that this would be fine...until it wasnât.
Until you invited him back to your apartment after one too many glasses of wine and got him out of his clothes. Until he stripped you, spread your legs wide eagle, and attempted to go down on you but didnât. âI canât do this,â he had sighed, already moving to grab his shit to hastily put back on. âLook, youâre pretty and all, and I thought I could handle you, but I canât. Youâre just tooâŠbig.âÂ
To say you were hurt was an understatement. You said nothing to him as he profusely apologized; said it wasnât your fault but just his preference; that he knew youâd find someone that would be attracted to you. If only he knew that this hasnât been the case in years. If only he knew that most men only saw you as an object of their fetish and kinks; not their affection.Â
You werenât asking for the fucking moon here. Just some love and affection. Just some intimacy. Just some good olâ big dick. But you always seemed to lack in those departments because of your shape and size. There are times you wished you looked like your friendsâso small and socially acceptable with their flat stomachs and breasts that didnât sag. They could wear tight-skin dresses and crop tops without getting ridiculed or laughed at. You couldnât.Â
This is why you took the offer for this trip to the beach resort on the coast of [Insert Country Name Here]. It was a short five-day trip that Mina and Uraraka had been planning to get away from your home in the US for a while and escape the sweltering heat.
When they offered you a spot and a ticket, you took that shit. You knew that this was your chance to finally gain the confidence you were missing and get away from the problems and men your city brought for a while. So far, itâs been working. Ever since you flew in this morning, youâve been wearing all the bikinis and sundresses you want without getting side-eyed or gawked at. It feels damn good! But getting eyed down by that stranger feels even better.Â
âHe was just a porn-addicted asshole,â Uraraka huffs, crossing her toned legs over each other in her pretty, flowery sundress. âHe wasnât worth your time. As much as I understand your reluctance, Y/N, youâre not behind a screen this time. Youâre sitting here, looking sexy as fuck in your mini skirt, and heâs eyeing you down like he wants all of you.âÂ
âShe is right, babes,â Mina agrees. âThe way that guy is staring at you is making me kinda jealous.â She smiles at the way you bashfully advert your eyes to stare down at your outfit. They forced you to put on the shimmery mini skirt that hugs your ass and the low-cut top that exposes your cleavage for tonightâs activities.Â
âWhatâs the point of being on vacation if you donât indulge in hookups with hot people?â she giggles, sipping suggestively on her straw. You raise your brows at her, more than happy to correct her. âVacations may be about that for you two, but Iâm more about sleeping till the afternoon, lounging by the beach, and drinking my bottomless mimosas.âÂ
Though the sexy stranger makes you think differently, you know that youâre never going to find the courage to get up and talk to him, no matter how much you drank or how sexy your friends said you looked. You wanted to get away from hookup culture and just find confidence on your own without looking for it in sex with a nice-looking guy. You just want to relax! But Mina and Uraraka aren't taking no for an answer.
Mina downs the rest of her drink before staring at you pointedly. âAnd thatâs about to change tonight.â You gawk at her, laughing in disbelief at her stubbornness. âItâs only the first day!â you laugh.Â
âExactly!â she agrees. âAnd weâve got about five days left here at this resort. You know time flies extra fast while on vacation, girl.â She winks at you, encouraging you to go through with catching a body for the night. But you hum disapprovingly to yourself, stirring your straw around in your glass. âI donât know, girls,â you sigh. âIt just doesnât seem right to use a guy just to boost my confidence and have a good time.âÂ
Mina dramatically scoffs, rolling her golden eyes. âPlease! Youâve got men in here who would gladly give their left lung to do all of that for you and more. Probably even that hottie with the mullet.â Though her words are encouraging, you still feel that roil of fear and uncertainty in your gut. What if he refuses you? What if he says yes but then changes his mind once he gets a look at you under your clothes?Â
Urarakaâs soft hand on your knee pulls you out of your head. âHow can you know if you donât at least try, Y/N?â she soothingly asks. âYou deserve to have a good time, including getting some great sex if thatâs what you want. And from the way youâve been staring back at that stranger, we can tell itâs exactly what you want. So go on and get him!âÂ
Mina places a hand on your shoulder, the smell of her fruity perfume overtaking your senses. âWhat happens on vacation stays on vacation,â she giggles.Â
And you realize that theyâre absolutely right. You can never know what will happen if you donât at least try. Plus, even if it goes wrong, there are plenty of other men at this resort you can try to snag, even if for the night or the remainder of this trip. You came here to not only relax, but to find confidence and let loose. Maybe you can do all of that in one night with a hot stranger with no strings attached.Â
âMaybe youâre right,â you say, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence in your body. âLemme just finish this first.â You reach for your Mojito and down it, already feeling the effects of the alcohol in your body. You feel warm and tingly; sexy and powerful like you could take over the whole world. Youâve got this. Youâre a sexy ass bitch.Â
Uraraka cheers you on when you slide out of your stool, pulling down your skirt over your stomach and thick, jiggly thighs as you do. âGo get him, girly!â Mina shouts encouragingly. âLet us know if you need us to push him into the pool.âÂ
You giggle, feeling nervous yet excited. You canât believe youâre really coming out of your comfort zone like this. But as you turn in the direction of the sexy stranger, you find his seat open and him gone. âOh,â you breathe, disappointment blooming within you. âHeâs gone.â Mina and Uraraka look around in disbelief. âWhereâd he go?â
Uraraka huffs, her bob as she turns her head from side to side searching for the mystery man. âHe was just right there!â Mina puts a comforting hand on your arm. âWell, donât fret, babes. There are plenty of other fine-ass men in here who would gladly give you their undivided attention.â She begins to look around, squinting into the flashing lights on the dance floor despite your disinterest. âLetâs seeâŠwhat aboutââÂ
âExcuse me,â someone says from behind you. You turn, finding the bartender holding another delicious-looking Mojito. âThis is for you, miss. It was already paid for.â You and the girls stare at the drink in shock and suspicion. âAlready paid for?â you parrot, baffled. âBy who?âÂ
âWell, it was supposed to be by your secret admirer, but I think I fucked that up cominâ over here.â A light chuckle leaves the lips of a man you already know is fine judging by his voiceâitâs raspy and laced with a slight accent you canât quite decipher; very pleasant to the ear. A real panty dropper.Â
When you and your friends turn, you swear to nearly drop dead right there in the club. There, standing behind you with a smile playing on his pierced, plump lips, is the hot stranger from across the room. And heâs even sexier up close! From this angle, you can see the ink on his chest peeking from out of his collar and how clean his nails are. Not to mention his scentââso sweet yet musky. Itâs intoxicating. You and the girls stand there like idiots, silently drinking in the fine-ass stranger. âOh, shit, heâs even finer up close,â Mina whispers to Uraraka, earning a shush in response.Â
The man smiles, two dimples popping on his cheeks. You love dimples. âHope Iâm not interrupting anything,â he sheepishly says, and you catch a glint of something shiny in his mouth. A tongue piercing. âOh, fuck me,â you think. This man is trouble.
âIâm sorry if I am, but I couldnât help myself. You just look too good tonight.â His charcoal eyes are planted firmly on you though you see them falter to trail down your form. You have to hold onto the stool behind you to avoid falling out. Your knees suddenly feel too weak to hold you up. âI thought the drink wouldâve been a good icebreaker, but maybe that was kinda douchey,â he wonder aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. His bicep bulges as he does so, making you picture yourself running your fingers over it.Â
âU-UhâŠâ You desperately try to find the words to speak, not wanting to come off as a weirdo. But your mind is completely blank, all except for some naughty images of this manâs hands on you and his cock buried deep inside of you as he bends you over the bar. âNo,â you reply, finding the words to finally speak. âIt was sweet of you. Thank youâŠfor the compliment too, not just the drink.â You cringe at yourself, realizing youâre babbling.
The stranger laughs lightly, the sound like sex to you. âIâm Sero,â he says in his sexy, raspy voice. âSero Hanta.â He sticks his hand out for yours and you take it. As soon as your hands make contact, you feel an electric current soar through you as if youâre being shocked from the inside. His hand is big and calloused as if heâs been using them for years. Youâre not sure if he feels the same zing that courses through you, but his eyes do trail to your mouth.Â
âIâm Y/N,â you timidly reply as your hands drop. âL/N. These are my friends; weâre on vacation.â You turn to your friends that you find leaving their posts, guilty smiles on their faces. âAnd we were just leaving,â Mina replies. âWeâre just gonna go on the dance floor. Text us if you need anything!âÂ
âVery nice to meet you!â Uraraka shouts with a wave before she and Mina hurry to the dance floor.Â
âWait!â You hiss, but theyâre already moving out of earshot. You watch them skid off to the dance floor with the sharpest glare you've ever given a person. If looks could kill, they would be dead. Now itâs just you and Sero the Sexy Stranger.
Though youâre not exactly alone, you may as well be the only two people standing in the room with how awkward and tense the air feels. Sero isnât immune to it either. He stands rather rigidly, his arms behind his back and his eyes looking anywhere but at you in fear of making you feel uncomfortable. Knowing you canât stand here all night, you clear your throat and pat the stool next to you. âUhâŠdid you wanna sit?â Sero shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. âIf youâre cool with it.âÂ
You nod and slide into your own seat while he hops up next to you. âSo you said you ladies are here on vacation?â he asks, giving you a friendly, warm smile that eases your nerves. You nod, lacing your fingers together to give them something to do. âYeah, for five more days. We just flew in this morning all the way from the US.âÂ
Seroâs charcoal eyes widen in shock. âThe United States?â he gasps, making you giggle. âShit, thatâs a long way. Where are you from?â
You tell him, including the state. You may as well also tell him the capital and the population of your city with how much youâre babbling, but itâs hard to keep calm in the presence of such a sexy, sweet-smelling man. Sero is full of questions, his curiosity adorable. âWhatâs it like there? Is the food good? I heard theyâve got the best tour sights too!âÂ
You tell him everything, from the food to the museums to the entertainment there for tourists along with the weather, your neighborhood, and how youâve been living there ever since you were young. âI met my friends back during college,â you explain as you sip on the Mojito that Sero bought you. âWe decided to take this trip to get out of the city for a while.â Â Sero nods, his attention firmly on you and only you. It makes you blush and you thank God that He made you a Black woman.
âWell, you ladies picked the best place for a vacay. Iâve been coming here for years âcause Iâve got family down here.â He waves a hand, flagging down the bartender. âAre you from here?â you curiously ask.Â
He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. âNah; I was born in Musutafu, a city in Japan. My mother is Latina but my father is Japanese.â Your interest in him piques here as you have a big soft spot for mixed men. âSo are you bilingual?â you giggle. âThatâs pretty cool. Iâve been trying to learn Japanese forever ever since I started watching anime.âÂ
Sero turns to face you, one muscled arm slung across the bar. âYouâre an anime fan, huh?â he asks, interest and the flashing strobe lights in his black eyes which you now realize aren't charcoal at allââtheyâre a very dark brown, almost like dark chocolate. âWhatâs your favorite? And if you say Naruto, Iâm leaving.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with Naruto?â you laugh, gaping at him.Â
âEveryone says Naruto!â he complains, rolling his eyes dramatically. âIf not DBZ! Those are the two anime shows that reached the mainstream and everyone knows about.â You decide to leave your obsession with Naruto in middle school on the back burner for now.
âWell, Iâll give you my top five,â you giggle. You give him each one, most of them being very underrated and less popular than other anime. Sero looks impressed when you finish. âDaaamn, girl!â he praises. âYouâve got taste! I didnât think anyone knew about your fifth pick. Itâs more of an underrated one.â You nod, agreeing. âYeah, but Iâm into mystery. The twists and turns make each episode so fun to watch.âÂ
He nods in agreement, a strange smile on his face. Though it doesnât make you feel uncomfortable, it also feelsâŠweird. Youâre not used to being smiled at in such a way, like what youâre saying is so interesting and intriguing. You turn away to sip your drink, hoping more alcohol will make you feel less weird and take you out of your head.Â
The bartender suddenly returns to your side with a tray of multi-colored shot glasses and tiny bowls of salt, lemon, and lime on the side. âHere you are, Mr. Hanta,â he says. "On the house.â Sero gives him a look as he lowers the tray in front of him. âI keep tellinâ you to just call me Sero,â he sighs, pulling out a twenty to tip the bartender. âI ainât my dad.âÂ
When the bartender scurries off with the bill, Sero fills you in on why he got the order of rounds: âThey give me free shit every time I come in here but I still tip âem well. Probably because I know the owner. Heâs a good friend of my dadâs.â He takes one of the shot glasses and downs the contents inside with ease, not even sucking on a lemon or lime slice as a chaser. You donât realize that youâre staring at him until he raises a questionable brow at you. âWant one?â he asks. Flushing with embarrassment, you shake your head. âYou sure? Theyâre rum shots. Some are just plain, some are apple, and some are coconut.âÂ
Your eyes flick from him to the shots, slowly becoming seduced by the different flavors and the idea of letting even looser. âJust one,â you say, giving in to defeat.
Sero passes you a shot before picking up another one of his own, giving you a white-toothed smile. âTo an amazing vacation,â he says, raising his shot. You do the same and clink your glass with his before downing your rum at the same time he does. Though you taste the hint of apple, the rum is incredibly strong and nearly burns your tonsils. You gag as he goes down, making Sero laugh behind his hand. âDonât laugh!â you pout. âThis shit is stronger than the stuff you find in the US.âÂ
Sero snickers as you take a lemon slice and vigorously suck on it, chasing away the strong taste of the rum. âYeah, I bet,â he chuckles, nodding at the shots. âThis is straight rum, mama. Definitely not to be played with. Lemme order you some water.â
He leans over the bar, raising his muscular arm, and you donât know if itâs you or the alcohol starting to speak, but his arm looks very appealing to you right now. You picture wrapped around your waist or your tummy, maybe on your side while his cock is plunging in and out of the wet, gummy walls of your pussy over and over again, his sweet, raspy voice whispering in your ear.Â
You blink, alarmed. âWhere the fuck did that come from?â you think. The alcohol is definitely talking now. You have to try to act as normal as possible and not like youâre a horny mess when the bartender returns with a glass of cool water.
But you don't touch the water. Instead, you go for another shot, determination flooding within you that is only conjured by the alcohol. âYou wanna try again?â Sero snickers. âBe my guest. It always goes down better the second time around. Donât drink it too fast, now.â He keeps his intense eyes on you as you down your next shot. Heâs right: it does go down a lot easier. While you feel the burn as he slides down your throat, it settles into your tummy nicely, making you feel warm and tingly.Â
Sero downs his third shot of the night, as do you. Soon, the room is starting to get hotter and seems a little fuzzier than before. The music is sharper, Sero seems a lot sexier, and youâre having trouble focusing. You know that you are only another shot away from drunk, so you decide to take a couple of sips of your water. Unfortunately, your being tipsy means that you have zero filter. âUhâŠso what do you do?â you randomly ask Sero. âLike, for work?âÂ
Sero stares at you, perplexed, his pink, pierced lips wrapped around a straw to his glass of water. You flush with embarrassment and go to apologize for being too personal, but his smile eases your nerves. âRelax,â he chuckles. âIt ainât like you asked me what my social security is.â You return the smile, becoming accustomed to his humor and laid-back attitude. âIâm a house renovator, so I fix up houses for people to rent, buy, or put on the market. Iâve got my own business back in Japan. Iâm also a dance instructor on the side.âÂ
Your ears perk at his hustle. So heâs got money and he can dance? âSo youâre extremely talented, basically.â It could be the trick of the lights, but you think you see Seroâs cheeks grow pink. âI try. What about you?â You tell him your job along with what you do all day while working at it five days a week. His handsome face scrunches in pain. âThatâs a great job, but it sounds time-consuming. You ever get bored or have time for yourself?âÂ
You discard your water and sip on the rest of your Mojito, nearly forgetting it was there. âTime for myself is what the weekends are for,â you joke. âBut in all seriousness, some of the time I get tired of it. Thatâs why my friends and I booked this trip as a way to relax and boost my confidence.âÂ
Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. 'Fuck!â you think, panicking. Goddamn, the alcohol! Why does it have to make your tongue so loose and you so dumb?
Seroâs eyes flash with interest. âBoost your confidence?â he asks, quirking a brow at you that makes him look increasingly hotter. âHow so?â He leans in as if to kiss you, a secretive smile curling onto his lips. You avert your eyes, hoping he doesnât see the fear in them. You hope he doesnât push this. You couldnât bear the thought of telling a stranger all about your problems with your body and dating.Â
âIâm kidding,â he finally says, probably noticing your change in demeanor. âYou donât have to tell me, but you couldâve fooled me âcause the outfit is certainly doinâ its job.â His eyes trail across your form in your outfit, making your body feel like it just got stuck in an oven. âDoes that confidence-boosting also include dancing like your friends are?â he asks, nodding at the dance floor. There, you see Mina and Uraraka on the floor, twirling their hips and sipping on their drinks, carefree and beautiful.Â
You donât think you could be that carefree with so many eyes on you. Itâs different in the comfort of your own home, but here? Itâs just too harrowing of an idea. âI-I donât dance,â you timidly admit to Sero. âNot âcause I canât, but I justâŠdonât.âÂ
Sero scowls confusedly at you, his brows furrowing. âWhy?â he asks, sounding absolutely baffled. âWhen the music is this good, itâs just too good to not move! You know how to salsa? Or bachata?â You stare at him, gobsmacked. This man can really move like that? âYou teach all of that?â you ask, suddenly even hotter knowing this. You can only imagine how his hips can move in bed.Â
Sero smirks proudly. âDamn right,â he chuckles. âAnd Iâm gonna teach you. Youâve got the best in the business, baby.â He takes his hand in yours and helps you down off of your stool. But before he can lead to you the dance floor, you pull him back. âWait!â you protest. He peers over his shoulder at you and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. âI-I donât know if Iâve got dancing shoes.âÂ
The sexy stranger turns around to face you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âReally?â he asks. âThatâs the best youâve got?â You stare down at your shoes, even more apprehensive. Itâs bad enough that youâre afraid of how youâll look, but youâve never had a man ask you to dance with him on the floor before. Youâve never had a man pursue you in such a way. Youâre not sure how to handle it or what youâre even doing.Â
Youâre aware of Sero getting closer to you until all you see is his chest in your face. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his cologne fogging your senses and self-control. âIf youâre worried about what you look like, donât. Youâve got people in here who dance worse and if you step on my toes, Iâll just act like it didnât happen.â
At this, you smile though hesitantly. âThereâs that smile,â he coos, interlacing his fingers with yours. âCâmon, before the song ends.âÂ
The song playing now is one you recognize from TikTok from the Spanish guitars and Latin beat pumping through the speakers that youâd roll your hips into a mirror to. The strobe lights have now brightened to a seductive red that makes the dance floor look like itâs on fire. Sero leads you to a space on the dance floor between the grinding club-goers and stands in front of you, his height blocking the others dancing behind him.Â
You rigidly stand with his hand in yours a good distance away from him. You can already feel yourself wanting to run. The confidence that the alcohol provided you is starting to fade. All you want to do now is go back to your hotel room and go to sleep. âNo,â you think stubbornly. âYouâre not doing that. You came here to find confidence and this man is trying to help you with that.âÂ
Sero smirks jokingly at you. Unaware to you, he thinks your shyness is the cutest thing in the world. Heâd fuck you right here in front of the whole club if he could. âYouâve gotta stand a little closer than that,â he chuckles. With some hesitation, you move an inch closer to him, barely toe to toe with him.
âCloser,â he teasingly repeats. Maybe it's the guitars in the song or the intensity of his gaze on you, but you find yourself moving closer to him like a moth being beckoned by a flame. Suddenly, youâre close enough to kiss him, your nose nearly brushing his chest.
âPerfecto,â he whispers, and it has your heart racing like itâs trying to win a track race. âNow you put one hand on my shoulder.â Keeping one of your hands interlocked with his, you raise your free hand and place it on his broad shoulder.Â
Then his hands are on your hips, secure andâŠnice. This feels nice. âIs it okay if I hold you like this?â he asks, his lips at your ear. You can barely speakââyour throat is dry and your mind has gone completely blank. âGive me your words, mami,â he demands though not aggressively. The pet name, along with his accent curling around the almost-forbidden word, has you blushing profusely and thanking the Lord that He made you a Black woman.Â
Sero tenses as soon as the word flies, pulling away to apologize face to face. âSorry,â he says embarrassingly, a blush coating his cheeks. âNo,â you protest, shaking your head. âI-I like it. And itâs fineâŠyou holding me like this, that is.â A beaming smile crosses his lips; one that makes you smile too and seems to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
âNow just follow me,â he instructs you. âWhen my foot goes back, yours goes forward, like this.â He puts one foot back and you timidly bring yours forward. âNow vice versa,â he says before bringing his foot back to the front. You pick up on things quickly and press your foot back. âGood!â he praises you. âNow letâs try it with the music. It goes 1, 2, 3âŠ1, 2, 3âŠjust like the beat. Listen to the beat.âÂ
You do as he says and listen to the music, trying to match your foot movement with the rhythm. Sero is a natural at this, as he should be since itâs his side hustle. He moves like he is the damn music, his body turning into water. His moves are loose and languid but not out-of-beat or uncontrolled. His back is straight, his shoulders are squared, and his hips? They roll like fucking waves.
You find yourself wanting to touch them; roll your tongue against them and the washboard abs you know are just up under his shirt. He never lets you go as you attempt to copy his moves and his confidence. And yes, you step on his feet a few times, but he never loses that patient, kind smile. Soon, you start to feel more comfortable and your moves grow looser than before.Â
Sero feels your body relax and his eyes gleam with excitement. âThere we go!â he laughs. âAnd you said you were worried about havinâ the wrong shoes. Youâre a natural at this.â He twirls you twice, making you giddy and dizzy with joy. You are hot and sweaty, and your makeup has probably seen better days, but you donât care. You feel good, all because of the man you're dancing with tonight.Â
Suddenly, a newfound confidence blooms inside of you that could either be from the alcohol or from the closeness of this fine-ass man. One that has your hand moving from his shoulder to his chest, just briefly caressing it. âI guess it helps to have a good teacher,â you say in a tone that youâve never heard come out of your mouth before. It is low and sensual.Â
Sero notices it immediately. His kind smile turns into one that is more secretive like he is hiding something you donât know about. He twirls you once more, causing your braids to fly around you and a laugh to burst from your mouth. Then heâs yanking you to him, emitting a surprised gasp from your lips when you find yourself chest-to-chest with him. One of his big hands moves to caress your lower back while the other still holds yours. He stares deep into your eyes as he begins to move his hips against yours, rolling and grinding his body into your own.
Suddenly, like a cliche romance trope, everyone disappears and all that is left are you and him. You only see him. You only know him. From somewhere on the floor, Mina and Uraraka shriek, hyping you up. âYaaaasss, Y/N!â Mina screeches, much louder than Uraraka and the music. âGet it, girl!âÂ
Before you even realize it, youâre grinding right back onto him, rolling your hips into his. He twirls you around once more, but doesnât allow you to face him again. Instead, he presses his front against your back and grinds against you from there. His hands grip your hips, coaxing you to wind your ass back into him. You get lost in the music and in him, feeling safe in his arms despite only knowing him for an hour or so.
âYouâve got it,â he laughs into your ear, making your inner thighs tingle. âYou were so scared to do this, and now look at you. I bet every man in here is jealous that I get to be the one to dance with such a pretty thing like you.âÂ
Those words are what do it for you, and before you even realize it, you're looping your arms around his neck to bring him closer and turning your face to kiss him. It is a quick kiss, but itâs enough to have your heart hammering even faster and your stomach twirling. When you pull away, Sero's eyes are wide, a shocked expression on his face.
You immediately jump away and cover your mouth, horrified. âIâm so sorry!â you immediately apologize. âI-I donât know why IâŠâ You trail off, suddenly feeling disgusting and awful. Your confidence is gone and the effects of the alcohol are waning. "I should go,â you whisper, on the verge of tears.Â
But as you turn to storm off the dance floor, Sero stops you by grabbing your wrist. âNo,â he says, a silent plea in his eyes. âDonât go.âÂ
Before you can even process whatâs happening, one of his arms is looping around your waist while his hand gently cups your cheek. His lips are then on yours, planting one of the softest, hottest kisses youâve ever had on you. His lips are smooth and soft, his piercings tickling your bottom lip. Your lips dance against his until you give a soft moan of longing as your arms move to wrap around him, hugging him close. Your parted lips allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of rum and mint there as his tongue gently swirls with yours. You hold each other, kissing among the sea of people. Once again, you feel as if there is no one but you, him, and the throbbing of the music above.Â
Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted when the club-goers surrounding you begin to annoyingly scream and whoop over you and Sero. âOh, shit, they 'bout to fuck on the floor!â someone obnoxiously screams over the music.
Sero pulls away from you, eyeing the faceless voice. âLet me join!â another shouts.Â
âFuck off!â Mina yells from somewhere behind you. âLeave them alone!â Youâve never been so thankful for your friends than at this moment.
Sero smirks down at you, arms still around your waist. âWeâve got ourselves an audience,â he whispers. âNot that I mind some eyes, but Iâm more interested in getting you somewhere moreâŠprivate.âÂ
His accent makes the word sound like sex to you. Even if that isnât on the table, youâll still go anywhere with him. âWhereâd you have in mind?â you breathlessly ask.
He trails his fingers from your waist up your arms to lace through your fingers. âWell, if you want the bedroom now, Iâm down for that,â he says, making your pussy quiver excitedly beneath your skirt, âbut thereâs also a cabana on the beach thatâs screaming my name right now if you wanted a good view and some quiet.âÂ
âYes!â your body screams. âDo it, bitch!â But even you know that you canât give it up to him that fast. All good things come to those who wait, after all. âIâd love that,â you shyly answer. âCan we finish the shots first though?â
You nod at the bar to which Sero chuckles, raising a brow at you. âIf youâre dying to get beat by me at my own game, then sure.âÂ
*********Â
The sea is by far the most especially thing youâve ever seen. It looks even better while drunk.Â
After downing two more shots and guzzling down water (and taking a trip to the bathroom beforehand), Sero swoops you away to the seashore right outside the resort where the ocean stretches out for your eyes to behold under the big, white moon that looks so much bigger in the sky tonight. It hovers over the water, making the waves crystalize like diamonds below, just as the stars in the ink-black sky do.
âOh, wow,â you gasp, in awe at the beauty laid before you. âThis is beautiful! Look at the moon and the stars!âÂ
You stand at the top of the sandy shore, pointing at the sky with your heels in your hands. The sea breeze wafts your hair and cools the sweat on your body from the club. You feel good away from the people and activity now, the serenity that the beach provides is too nice to put off.Â
Sero is settled down beside you in one of the many cabanas lined up on the beach that are currently empty. He sits on the bed there with his shoes off and an almost-dazed look on his face as he stares at the ocean. âLook at the stars,â he softly sings. âLook how they shine for youâŠâ His cheeks turn red as he stares up at you sheepishly. âSorry, Iâm a little drunk.âÂ
âMe too,â you giggle. âI need to sit down.â You put a hand to your head, feeling light and slightly dizzy from the alcohol. Sero pats the empty seat next to him, smiling up at you. âFeel free, mama. This cabana is open for two.â You flush with heat despite the coolness of the salty, sea breeze as you sit beside him, feeling flustered at being so close to him. Now you donât have the shots or the music as buffers. There is nothing but the sea and the empty beach.Â
However, the silence isnât awkwardââitâs rather peaceful and serene. You dig your toes into the sand while Sero hums to himself, digging into his pocket. He then pulls out a ziplock bag of a few pre-rolled blunts and a lighter. âMind if I smoke?â he asks, pausing to look at you for an answer. You shake your head, giving him the green light to do his thing. You watch as he works, entranced by his veiny hands as he takes out a blunt and ignites the lighter to lit the tip of it.Â
You wish his hands were working you instead.Â
Still entranced by him, you watch as he wraps his lips around the blunt and takes a short tester puff before putting the lighter away. He takes a deep inhale before exhaling all of the smoke out of his mouth, a peaceful look on his face. âI love doing this on the beach,â he contently sighs. âNothing like a view of the stars and saltwater breeze while you puff on a blunt.â He gazes at you out of the corner of his eye. âAnd sitting with a pretty woman.âÂ
âWhatever,â you tsk, gently smacking his thigh to hide the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. âYouâre just sayinâ that to make me feel good.â He takes another hit of his blunt, though short. âWell, yeah,â he admits, "but also âcause itâs true. You are pretty. Did you see the way the security guard was checkinâ you out when we left?âÂ
You retrace your mental steps to try to remember, but come up short. âUhâŠno,â you respond, not sure if you believe him. He laughs at this, smoke billowing from his mouth. âExactly, âcause you were oblivious to it, but not me. You had eyes on you like bees on honey.â He then holds the blunt between his thumb and forefinger out to you. âWant a hit? You smoke?â You look down at the blunt, slightly intimidated. Then, for some reason, the thrill of trying something new floods you. âNot really,â you admit. "But thereâs a first time for everything.âÂ
You take the blunt between your thumb and forefinger before trying to imitate Seroâs actions. You wrap your lips around the end of the blunt and inhale only to nearly hack up a lung when the smoke invades your lungs. Sero laughs at you while patting you on the back, helping you out. âTake it easy, mama,â he chuckles. âSecond timeâs the charm as I say. Do it slower.âÂ
You do as he says and inhale the smoke much slower than before. It goes down easier the second time and youâre even able to hold it in your lungs for longer before exhaling. âTheeeere we go,â Sero praises with a laugh. âI love a girl who doesnât quit.âÂ
He lets you puff on the blunt for a few minutes longer, gazing out at the starry sky and sea. He then glances at you, an unreadable expression on his face. âPlease tell me if this is too personal, but Iâm curious about you coming here to boost your confidence. Iâd think a woman as beautiful as you are would have plenty of confidence in herself.âÂ
You can already feel the weed beginning to work its magic. You feel relaxed and kind of sleepy, but not enough to pass out. All of the insecurities and uncertainty you felt before have washed away. You pass Sero the blunt and sit back on your hands, exposing your jiggly tummy a little more. âWell, the reason Iâm here is after a hookup gone wrong where this dude told me I was too fat and left in the middle of sex with me. I was gutted by it, so when my girls told me about their trip, I took that chance and came here.âÂ
You inhale the sea breeze and exhale solemnly, catching Seroâs attentionâŠnot that you didnât have it already. âFinding love when you look like me,â you confess, running a hand over your body. âLike the dating pool isnât built for girls like me. Iâve tried dating so many times, online manly, but as soon as a guy gets a view of me from the waist down, they want nothing to do with me. If Iâm not seen as some extra pushinâ for the cushion, Iâm not seen at all.âÂ
Youâre aware that youâre oversharing, but the alcohol, weed, and Seroâs warm personality have all made it where youâre like an open book now. âNot that I mind being perceived sexually,â you reiterate, âbut I feel like thatâs all guys see when they look at me. Iâm a fetish; not a woman who is worthy of affection as well as desire. I deserve better, yâknow? Iâve got a good job, a car, an apartment, a pretty faceâŠlike everything I have should be worthy to get me a good partner, right? But itâs not. All because ofâŠofâŠthis.âÂ
You grip the jiggly fat of your stomach, huffing frustratedly to yourself. âI donât hate being in my body, but society does.â Instantly, like a slap in the face, you realize youâve fucked up. âSorry!â you immediately gasp. âFuck, Iâm so sorry. I said way too much.âÂ
Sero is staring at you like he just realized youâre a person and you feel even worse. âLook, I donât mean to pile this all on you, but youâre so easy to talk to and this weed is gettinâ to me andââ You abruptly stop when Sero suddenly stands. He takes another puff on his blunt before dropping it into the sand and stubbing it out with his foot.Â
He then proceeds to kick off his shoes and socks, strip himself of his shirt to reveal his beautiful body, and reach for his belt to loosen his pants. When his pants fall, you canât help but admire how good he looks in his briefs. You stare at him, confused, hot, and bothered by the gorgeous view. âWhat are you doing?â you softly ask.Â
âLetâs take a dip,â he says huskily. You stare at him, dumbfounded. Is he serious, drunk, or just high as a kite? âButâŠI donât have a bathing suit.â Sero raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. âWho said anything about that?â Now you know that this man is gone. Thereâs no way he is seriously considering skinny-dippingâŠand thereâs no way that youâre actually thinking about it! He must see you fighting with yourself because he runs a comforting, soft hand down your arm, his touch making you shiver. âIâd like to see you,â he murmurs, âif thatâs okay.âÂ
You search his face to see if heâs joking or daring you only to laugh at you when you do so, but you find no indication that heâs playing with you. There is a molten tenderness in his gaze that has you shivering in pleasure and anticipation, wondering what else he has in store for you.
So you strip. You start with your top and then your skirt, biting your lip at his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your underwear. Then youâre stripping off your bra, letting your full breasts fall from the cups and against your stomach. Seroâs eyes widen at the sight of you as if you are a piece of art he is admiring in a museum. âHermosa (beautiful),â he whispers, completely in awe at your body.
Youâve taken enough Spanish in school to know what this word means and it lights your body on fire. He then offers his hand which you take, giggling when he pulls you along to the ocean. âCome on,â he laughs. âVamos, before the water gets too cold!âÂ
You want to ask him what the fuck he means because the water is like you stepped into the damn Arctic Ocean when your semi-naked body finally makes contact with it. You gasp as the water shocks your body out of its tired state from the alcohol and weed. Sero keeps his hand in yours despite the crashing waves that roll against your bodies the further you wad into the ocean. Finally, you two settle and just let the water caress you. You sigh in contentment as you tip your head up towards the sky, admiring the stars twinkling above.Â
âNice, right?â Sero chuckles. You lazily nod, wanting to stay here foreverââamong the water, stars, and him. You donât realize how close heâs gotten to you until youâre suddenly staring at his upper torso and the water beads that drip down his abs. âCan I hold you?â he gently asks. You peer up at him through your lashes, afraid to speak in fear of ruining the moment.Â
You nod and he slowly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in them. You let yourself be pulled into him, sighing when your head meets the crook of his shoulder. You embrace him back, crushing your breasts against his hard chest. There, you two stay, bobbing in the water, linked with one another. âThis feels so nice,â you drunkenly confess. âLike a fairytale.âÂ
âIâd hope so,â he murmurs to you. âYou deserve it, mami.â And you start to believe it. After a few silent seconds, he pulls away from you, his eyes as dark as the night sky. âCan I kiss you?â he asks, his gaze hopeful. âI know I didnât ask in the club and I feel bad about that, so I wanted to ask you now andââÂ
You donât hear the rest of what he has to say because youâre too busy planting your lips on his. This kiss is hungrier now. Your lips move against each otherâs like you both are starving for one another. You can tell Sero wants the same thing you want when his hands move below your waist to squeeze your ass, the feeling making you moan into his mouth. He replies with his own moan and pulls away, his eyes glazed over with lust.
He wordlessly kneels before you in the water and takes both of your breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. âShit,â he softly hisses to himself, amazed at the sight of your hanging fruit and brown, hardened nipples.Â
You softly whimper at his calloused hands caressing your sensitive breasts causing him to move on to other matters. He leans in and latches his lips onto one of your nipples where he begins to suckle on it. You throw your head back to stare at the endless sky, your mouth open in an O as pleasured moans fall from your lips. You canât yourself, especially when Sero begins to suckle and flick his tongue along the sensitive bud of your nipple, his hand kneading your other breast in the process.Â
Then he switches, giving your other breast the same treatment. Your hands find his hair, your fingers aimlessly wandering through the black locks of his hair. Youâre ruining his mullet, but he doesnât seem to care. He is more concerned with nibbling along your nipple, making you sharply inhale before your voice chokes on a broken moan.
You canât take this. All of this is going straight to your pussy which is now throbbing and begging for attention between your thick inner thighs. âPlease, Sero!â you whine, gripping his hair. âI need you to touch me.â Understanding immediately, Sero stares up at you, looking uncertain. He then stands, his body dripping in water, making your pussy throb even more at the sight of his glistening muscles. âYou sure you want this?â he asks, his voice low and hushed.Â
You practically throw yourself at him, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that nearly takes his breath away. âYes,â you plead. âYes, Sero, please. I donât care, just please touch me.â
You grapple for his shoulders, gripping them in desperation. You don't care how much you come off as desperate or slutty to be sleeping with a man you just met. You need this right now. And Sero is willing to give it all to you. âOkay, baby, okay,â he shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. âLetâs get us out of the water first.â He takes your hand and helps you navigate the waves as you make your way out of the water. Once youâre out and standing naked on the shore, you realize the gravity of what you just asked and initiated. Especially when Sero leads you to the cabana. Your eyes flit up to the resort yards away, realizing anyone could come out and see you two naked. âWill anyone see us?â you timidly ask.
âThey may, they may not,â Sero replies, a devious smirk on his face. âIf they do, theyâre in for a treat watchinâ a gorgeous woman gettinâ her pussy eaten.â He then sits you down on the bed and kneels down in front of you. He gently pries your thighs open, revealing your sobbing, wet pussy. You watch his face change from playful to downright feral as he stares at your cunt. You flush at his expression, still feeling weird about this despite how hot and bothered you are. âBut what ifââÂ
He shushes you, leaning forward to press wet kisses along your inner thighs. âNo more talkinâ, mami,â he growls against your inner thighs. âI want my name on your lips if not those pretty moans I heard in the water earlier.â He continues to pepper your thighs in kisses while his hands pin your legs apart, his hold on you firm. He doesnât want you hiding from him despite your cellulite and stretch marks, and rolls and imperfections. And it feels good.Â
You donât stop him when he dives right into your pussy, first peppering your lips and clit in open-mouthed kisses as if heâs making out with them. You canât believe the way this man works his mouth! Especially when he starts to flick his tongue along your clit. His tongue swirls around it and flicks it gently depending on how you respond. And shit, are you responding well! Your body can't help but react pleasantly to the sensationsââyour toes curl; your back arches; your eyes flutter closed; your mouth falls open into an O as moans and gasps fall from your lips.Â
Sero is not only good with his tongue, but also with his hands. He reaches up and plays with your titties, tweaking and pinching your nipples according to your verbal cues. âH-Harder, please!â you beg to which he pinches the hard, brown peaks a little harder, the bursts of pain making you gush all over his lips. âFuck, Sero,â you moan. âThat feels so good!âÂ
Sero moans approvingly into your cunt, the vibrations making your clit quiver pleasurably. âKeep feelinâ good for me then, mami,â he says in between wet flicks of his tongue on your rosebud. âLean back and wrap your thighs around my head. I can handle it.â
He pauses to stare up into your shocked eyes, a grin on his face and a pussy-drunk look in his eyes. Youâve never had anyone ask that of you before. Plus, your thighs really are on the thicker side. What if you suffocate him? Before you can even agree or refuse, he is already pushing you back onto the bed, emitting a squeal from you.Â
He stands on his knees for a moment, taking you in. His lust-blown eyes trail up and down your naked form, drinking in every part of you that you either like or dislike. Then he inhales deeply as if struggling to process the beauty in front of him. âTu cuerpo es un paĂs de las maravillas, mami (your body is a wonderland, mami),â he huskily says. You have no idea what to say to that. All you can do is shyly smile up at him as he smiles down at you, both of you enchanted with each other.Â
Then heâs ducking back down and throwing your thighs across his shoulders with ease, wrapping your legs around his head. This gives him better access to your pussy so he can easily tongue-fuck you. As soon as you feel the wet muscle entering your wet folds and his nose brush against your clit, you are in heaven. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands find his hair, gripping the black locks as your hips begin to grind shamelessly into his face.
âMmm-hmm,â he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He doesnât pause or slow down. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and cry to the moon above.Â
It doesnât take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you. You canât help it. His tongue just feels too good! Plus, the atmosphere and the whole idea of getting caught in such a risquĂ© position turns you on more than youâd like to admit. Sero must realize youâre close because his jaw starts to move faster, accompanying his tonguefucking with porn-worthy moans of his own that nearly throw you over the edge. âFuck, Sero!â you whine. âYou gotta stop or Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
âMmm-hmm!â he eagerly hums into your pussy. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and proceeds to suck on your clit while his finger begins to stroke the outside of your slit, barely touching your insides. But it is enough to push you further and further down that road to orgasming all over him. His darkened eyes flick up to yours, staring you down between your thighs. âVen por mĂ,â he demands. âCum for me, baby. Donât fuckinâ hold back a damn thing.â He grins up at you, his piercings glistening in the moonlight. âI can take it; Iâm a big boy.âÂ
He attaches your mouth to your pussy again and runs it until you can't help but fall over that edge. âVen por mĂ,â he moans into your cunt, becoming gradually louder as your moans reach higher pitches. âVen por mĂ, ven por mĂ, ven por mĂ!âÂ
And you finally do. That tight knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over Sero's face and eager lips with a loud moan that would shatter glass. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. Your back arches and your hips wind into Seroâs face, trying to keep as much of the feeling going as possible.
When it finally fades, youâre left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so-good. Sero eagerly cleans you up, taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he runs his tongue over your sensitive, twitching pussy. Then he lifts his head up away from your thighs, giving you a peak of his chin and mouth shining in your juices. With the moon in his glazed eyes, he hums to himself. âYou taste better than the rum,â he sighs.Â
Something in that sentence and the way he looks at you brings something out of youââa passionate, raging fire that can only be tamed by him. Slowly, you bring yourself to sit up in front of him and grab his face to smash your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, surprised at the suddenness of it, but soon melts into it the more your lips move against his. Finally, you pull away and stare into his eyes. âI take it you liked it?â he breathlessly asks.Â
âI loved it,â you purr, running your hands up and down his tatted chest. âNow I want to thank you in my wayâŠif thatâs okay with you.â
Your eyes trail down to the bulge in his briefs that has only gotten bigger. You also notice the visible wet spot soaking the fabric, meaning the guy was secreting precum when he was eating you out. The idea of this makes the fire inside of you grow. You may as well have told him you want to give him a million dollars with how fast he scrambles up on the bed, ready for whatever you want to do with him. You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before laying him down on his back.Â
Keeping your eyes locked with his, you slither between his thick, muscular thighs and finally, finally, getting at those briefs. You gently pull them down, being careful to not scratch him with your nails, and gasping softly when his cock springs free from its trap. It pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny. There is nothing but smooth skin down there, Seroâs pubic hair completely shaven. He notices you looking and blushes. âI sweat a lot down there in the summertime,â he sheepishly explains. âSo I shavedâŠit isn't weird, is it?âÂ
You donât even answer him. You just wordlessly take his dick in your hand, your pussy throbbing at how heavy it feels in your palm. You feel him tense at the feeling of your soft hand on him which coaxes you to begin stroking him, just seeing how he feels. He is soft and smooth, his skin stretching back and forth along his dick as you stroke him.
You pay attention to his body language, peering up at him every so often to see how heâs responding to your touch. He lays with his hands fisting the cushions underneath him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes closed. Deciding youâve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and continue to stroke him, lubing him up.
Once his dick is shining in your spit, you attach your lips to the top half of him while your hand busies itself with the bottom half. âFuck,â Sero sighs when your lips wrap around his shaft. âTan apretada (so tight)âŠâÂ
You hollow your cheeks and open your throat to take him easier, realizing how big he is the moment he enters your mouth. He practically stretches your throat! How would it feel to get him inside of you? The thought makes you curious to take him deeper. After a few slow test runs where you slide your mouth up and down along his head, you begin taking him deeper. Seroâs hand moves to your head while his other arm moves behind his head, his hooded eyes gazing down at you.
âEasy, mama,â he coos. âTake your time. Donât take any more than you think you can.â You do as he says, only taking as much as your throat will allow. You gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down along it, emitting orgasmic groans and swears in Spanish from his sinful lips. âMierda! (Shit!)â he hisses, his hand tightening on your hair. âLo estĂĄs haciendo tan bienâŠyouâre doinâ so good for me, baby.âÂ
He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using as much of your skill as you can. This includes using your free hand to stroke his balls, tugging on them when he begs you to. You ignore the ache of your knees in the sand and the tears pricking at your eyes, no doubt fucking up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best neck of his life, hopefully causing him to nut deep down your throat. Youâll gladly take all of it.Â
Soon he begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. âStill doinâ okay?â he asks, to which you nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. âGod, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,â he whines. Wouldnât it be somethinâ if someone came out here and saw me fuckinâ that pretty throat of yours?âÂ
You tilt your head up to look up at him better, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face again and again. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, only making him fuck your face harder. âYou like that idea, donât you?â he chuckles breathlessly. âNaughty girl. What if that someone is one of your girlfriends? What if itâs a resort worker? You wanna be seen on your knees with dick deep down your throat?âÂ
âYes,â you think, your pussy crying beneath you. âYes, yes, yes!â You want that more than anything. You don't care how slutty that makes you. You want to be his slut tonight. You want to be his everything and more, if just for one night. Before you can eagerly finish him off, he slides his wet cock out of your mouth, sighing as he does so. You look up at him, confused. Doesnât he want to cum down your throat?Â
âYou can say no if you want to,â he says, his chest heaving, âbut Iâm gonna be real with you: I wanna fuck you. I donât care if itâs out here or back at one of our rooms, but if Iâm gonna cum, I wanna feel that pussy wrapped around me first.â His words cause your pussy to gush desperately around nothing. Youâve never wanted someone inside you more. âI want that too,â you breathlessly answer, hurriedly getting to your feet. Sero does the same, taking your hands in his. âWe can go back to my room, if you want. If the girls are there, we can go to yours.âÂ
Sero is more than happy to agree with that judging by how his cock twitches between his thighs.Â
After gathering your clothes and other items, you both hastily dress in the resort robes to avoid getting kicked out of the lobby for entering nude before hurrying to the resort and through the lobby for the elevators. You use your key card to get upstairs, giggling at Seroâs wandering hands along your hips and his lips on your neck. When you finally make it to your floor, the man carries youâcarries youâto your room. When youâre finally at your door, you press a finger to your lips, signaling for his silence. Youâre not sure if the girls are back yet.Â
Carefully, you unlock your door with the card and open the door to find your hotel room still quiet, dark, and neatly cleaned, meaning only the floor maid was in here. Youâre going to feel so bad for ruining her nice work later, but you canât bring yourself to feel bad now.
When the door finally shuts, Sero is on you instantly, his hands ripping off your robe and his lips hastily moving against yours. Youâre no better. You can't stop yourself from tossing his clothes off too, revealing his naked body and hard cock in the silver moonlight that pours through the window overlooking the resortâs pool and beach in the distance. âI need to fuck you,â he huffs against your lips, his hands squeezing your ass. âIs it okay if I do that? Itâs okay to say no if you donâtââÂ
You silence him with a kiss, gently sucking on his tongue and exposing yourself for your oral fixation. âShut up and fuck me, Sero,â you purr to him. âI want you to take me to my bed and fill my pussy up the way I know you can.â You then pluck the robe tie from the floor, dangling it in his face. âAnd I want you to use this on meâŠplease?â Despite feeling emboldened to talk to him in such a demanding manner, that shyness still peeks through.Â
Sero looks stunned at your naughty request before a smile creeps onto his lips. âI shouldâve realized how freaky you were,â he murmurs before pressing a wet, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you think of his mouth in other places. âLetâs waste no more time then.â He takes your hand and leads you to your bed which is right across from Mina and Urarakaâs. You were so happy that your room came with separate beds since you like to sleep with your panties off.Â
As soon as you plop down on the bed, Sero is hovering over you, his knees on either side of your body. He holds the rope in his hands, staring down at you questionably. With a nod and a reassuring smile, you raise your wrists towards him. Take me.
He doesnât need any other confirmation that this is what you want. He takes your wrists and wraps them in the tie before attaching them to your headboard so your wrists dangle. âGood?â he asks. You move your wrists around, testing out the new binds. Not too tight but not too loose either.
You nod and he pecks you on the lips before prying your thighs apart. You raise your hips up to meet him, gasping when his cock begins to slide against your slit. His eyes, hooded and hazy with lust, tick up to meet yours. âYou still want this?â he huskily asks. You nod, whimpering with need and already yanking helplessly on your binds.Â
âNo,â he firmly replies. âDonât just nod. I need your words, mami. Tell me you want me.â He slides his cock up, nudging the head against your clit. âTell me you want all of this dick inside of this pretty lilâ pussy.â You moan in pure desperation, going crazy with need. âYes, I want you!â you cry out, tears pricking your eyes. âPlease, Sero! Please just fuck me, Papi!âÂ
The word slips out before you realize it, but Sero catches it immediately. You see his eyes widen an inch and then, in a flash, his entire personality shifts. As soon as he finally slides his cock head inside of you, you know that this is a different person in your bed. He is no longer the sweet, upbeat, concerned man you met earlier at the nightclub, but someone more dominant. Someone who has no problem breaking you completely and then putting you back together again. Itâs the sexiest thing youâve ever experienced.
âSay that again,â he growls, beginning to roll his hips, sliding his cock head in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace. âCall me that again.âÂ
Weak moans leave your quivering lips as you struggle to stay still, afraid heâll stop if you move. âPapi,â you whine, âplease, please fuck me. I can't take much more of this. Please, please justââÂ
Your pleas are silenced when Sero slides in a little deeper, filling you up. A mutual gasp leaves your lips as your pussy walls tighten around him, keeping him nice and snug inside of you. He keeps up the slow thrusts, letting you get used to his girth. âThat feel good, mami?â he huffs. âYou like this?âÂ
As if he canât see your eyes rolling into the back of your head and hear the moans coming out of you. âYes, papi!â you sob. âYes, I love it! Please go deeper!â Sero does just that, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to bump his hips against you a little faster now, never going any harder than you want him to. It is just the right speed and pressure to slide against your G-spot, causing you to cry to the ceiling.Â
âYeah,â Sero laughs, staring down at you. âYou like this. You love gettinâ filled by a strangerâs dick, donât you?â His hand finds your throat, applying a bit of pressure and emitting a gasp from you. âThis was all you needed to give you that confidence boost, right? Just to get slutted out the way you need to be.âÂ
âSero,â you groan, your pussy squeezing and clenching around his cock from his words. He leans down close to you, his lips nearly grazing yours as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. âBut only I couldâve done this job right,â he whispers. âOnly I can fuck you good like this. Right, princessa?â
His hips move faster, harder, his pelvis bumping against your throbbing clit that is close to exploding from the amount of stimulation and care itâs receiving. âSero!â you loudly sob, gripping the tie around your wrists for dear life. Without a warning, Sero suddenly tosses your legs up to your ears so he can sink in deeper, causing you to nearly scream out as you see heavenâs light before your eyes.
âTell me,â he grunts, his eyes posted firmly on yours. âTell me only I can fuck you right like this. Tell me how good it feels!â Whines begin to leave his lips the more rapidly he fucks you, causing your titties to jiggle and the bed to rock.Â
âSo good!â you babble as your pussy squelches and clenches around him. âYouâre making me feel so good, papi! Iâm gonna cum soon!â You can feel your orgasm beginning to rise the more he grinds his cock into you, filling you to the brim with him.Â
âMe too,â he groans. âDios mĂo (my God), you just feel to fuckinâ good. And you look so pretty stretched around my dick.â He takes his hand off of your neck and strokes your cheek, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip.
âEres tan bonita (youâre so pretty),â he murmurs, staring down at you in utter adoration. âEres miaâŠyouâre mine now, honey. I donât give a fuck if itâs just for the rest of your vacation. Iâll make you mine again and again, every fuckinâ day and night, so you wonât even look at another man back at home.âÂ
He begins to fuck you right into the headboard where luckily you have a pillow to cushion the blows. The feeling of him hitting that spot again and again without fail is so intense that you canât help the noises that escape youââscreams, cries, and sobs of pure, molten pleasure that you know youâll never get again. He knows it too and thatâs why he begins to slow down, working his hips the way he did on that dance floor. Itâs too much on your body, too much on your pussy, and you can feel yourself beginning to reach your limit.Â
Sero leans down to your ear, nibbling on the flesh of your earlobe. âI want you to cum with me,â he whispers into your ear. âCum around this dick. Cum for me, mami.â He repeats the same line in Spanish, his husky voice filling your ear as his cock kisses your G-spot and his fingers move down to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of no return.Â
It doesn't take long for you to finally burst around his cock the way you want to. You cum with a long, loud moan that tears out of you as your orgasm washes over you. The moment your pussy clenches around Seroâs cock is the moment he cums too. He grips your hips and swears in Spanish before he pulls out.
It doesn't take long for him. He rapidly pumps his cock in front of your face before his nut spurts all over your body. You gasp as his moans bounce off of the walls, his cum feeling warm on your skin. When you look down, you find it the creamy substance coating your breasts, thighs, and jiggly tummy. Thereâs even some on your ass due to how high he has your legs up. You are completely covered in him and his scent. And you love it.Â
Finally, after he feebly gropes one of your breasts and presses a kiss to your foot, Sero unties your wrists and pulls his flaccid cock out of your tender, sensitive pussy, emitting a soft, weak moan from you. Then heâs rolling off of you and plopping down beside you on your bed, exhaustion overtaking him.Â
The two of you lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow and processing what just happened. You just had sex with a total stranger. You let him tie you up and fuck you. You let him see your naked body. What shocks you is though you feel stunned at the whole thing, there is no ounce of shame or embarrassment anywhere inside of you. If anything, you feel satisfied with what just transpired.
You turn to Sero, realizing heâs looking at you already, his eyes shimmering in the slant of moonlight pouring through the window. âI meant what I said, you know,â he says, sounding out of breath. You blink at him, confused. âI want to be here with you, every day and night.â A blush coats his cheeks. âIâd like to spend your vacation with youâŠif you wouldnât mind.âÂ
You blink at him again, stunned to silence. You have to be dreaming. You just have to be. There is no way this fine-ass man that you just met and gave up your pussy to is really talking about willingly spending the rest of vacation with you. He could have anyone he wants with that face, voice, and body, but yet here he is, laying in your bed, completely pussy-whipped for you and enthralled by your body.
Suddenly, for the first time tonight, you think to yourself, âMaybe I am that pretty. Maybe I am that sexy bitch he sees. Maybe I am beautiful.âÂ
âIs that okay?â Sero timidly asks, becoming nervous. Instead of verbally answering, you lean forward and press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that draws a purr of approval out of him. You pull away, staring up into his eyes. âSero, youâre acting like you didnât just give me the best two orgasms of my life,â you giggle. âWhy wouldnât I want that?âÂ
The biggest, brightest grin stretches across Seroâs lips at your answer and he leans in to bring you into another open-mouthed kiss that has you craving more. âYou know what this calls for, right?â he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips. Heat pools inside of your core as your mind goes to other places. âPlease say more sex.â
âA smoke,â he answers, giving you a wink. Though that isnât the answer you were hoping for, you also know that you have plenty of time to persuade him for another round tonight. He gets out of bed to get his jeans and retrieves his baggie of blunts from out of his back pocket.
Then he swiftly gets back into bed with you and prepares a blunt for you to share. He does the test smoke first and you watch, aroused and entranced, as the smoke billows from between his pink lips. He then passes it to you and laces an arm around your shoulder, watching you lazily as you puff on the blunt. The silence that surrounds you is serene and comfortable as you pass the blunt back and forth between one another.Â
When you pass the blunt back to Sero after your turn, you flush with embarrassment as naughty thoughts run through your head. âYou think we can try something?â you timidly ask. Sero raises a brow. âIâveâŠnever shotgun with anyone before,â you softly confess, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Sero lets out a laugh that you werenât expecting. âAnd you wanna do it with me?â he asks, his smile teasing and playful, making you flush even more. âI think Iâm honored and turned on.â He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before passing you the blunt. âHere, you inhale first.â
You do as he says and inhale the smoke, letting it fill your lungs. He slowly leans in with his lips parted as if to kiss you, silently coaxing you to blow the smoke into his mouth in one slow, steady rhythm. You feel even more relaxed nowânot just because the weed is working on you, but because you realize that Sero is a man who doesnât judge.
He accepts every single part of you, inside and out. The thought of leaving him when vacation is over almost pains you, but youâre not going to think about that right now. Tonight and the next fun-filled days here are all that matters.Â
âFeel good?â he chuckles, admiring your hooded eyes. You slowly nod, a smile creeping onto your lips. âNow itâs your turn.â He takes the blunt and puffs on it pinched between his thumb and forefinger. âCome here,â he murmurs, and youâre helpless to resist him. You lean in, but he takes you by surprise when he firmly places his hands on your hips and flips you onto him so youâre now straddling him.Â
You slowly part your quivering lips for him and nearly moan when he blows the smoke into your mouth in an indirect kiss. It is just as addictive and as sexy as a direct one, but nothing beats Seroâs lips on yours. You lean in and devour his mouth, swirling your tongue around with his. He tastes like weed, mint, and rum. You find yourself nearly shoving your tongue down his throat which he groans at, his hands grabbing your ass and giving you a smack that has your pussy crying.Â
When you pull away, a sheen line of saliva connects to your bottom lips. âRound two then?â he asks, staring up at you with hooded eyes.
Before you can say yes or even plant your pussy on his cock that you feel hardening beneath you, you hear the hotel door unlock. Your heart leaps as you immediately jump off of Sero and hide under the covers while he sits up, hiding you from the strangers behind the door.Â
In walks Mina and Uraraka, drunk and hyped up on attraction judging by the two hot strangers trailing in behind them. One is tall, buff, and redheaded with a toothy grin and his hand in Minaâs while the other is shorter but just as fit and sexy with platinum-blonde hair and crimson eyes that you know have panties dropping. His hand is on Urarakaâs lower back, his fingers toying with the little strings keeping her dress together.Â
âSo this is our room,â Mina giggles, inviting the men inside. âWe have three different beds, so we canââ She stops when her eyes land on you and Sero, naked under the sheets and staring at the four like deers in headlights. Uraraka gasps, covering her mouth and going as red as a tomato.Â
âLooks like your room is preoccupied right now,â the redhead chuckles, grinning at Sero. âSee you finally got her, man!â The blonde rolls his eyes, his hand still on Urarakaâs backside. âItâs about fuckinâ time,â he grumbles. âHeâs been eyeinâ this woman down the entire night like an idiot.âÂ
Sero looks at Mina and Uraraka who look like they want to shoot themselves. âI see you met my friends, girls,â he chuckles. âYouâve got good taste.â
The redhead winks at him and wraps an arm around Mina's waist. âYâknow, why donât we go back to our room? Weâve got a hot tub, a minibar, and a great view of the beach. We could give these two some much-needed privacy, too.âÂ
Mina quickly nods and practically pushes the three out of the room, winking at you on the way out. The door shuts behind them, leaving you two alone once more.
Sero turns to face you and slithers his hand up your thigh. âSo,â he purrs, âwe still on for round 2?â He couldâve asked for five rounds and you wouldâve given it to them.Â
The rest of the night is spent in bed, with kisses, touches, snuggling, and endless pleasure that make you want to miss your flight at the end of the week.Â
THE END.Â
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Last Call
Pairing:Â Jamie Drysdale x Reader
Summary:Â Inspired by "Last Call" by Will Linley
Word Count:Â 2104
Warnings:Â Uh mentions of making out and grinding. Alcohol.
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Late nights I'm not going home Found my friends but I lost my phone In the smoke Living is hard sometimes So I gotta clear my mind That's my favorite kind of night
It was Saturday night, meaning time to party. After a week of work, that was total and utter chaos, you needed the drink. Whether it was a strong drink or not didnât matter. Your friend invited you along with some of her other friends to a party at a bar for her brithday. Since you finished late after being made to stay past your rostered time, you would be one of the last to arrive at the venue. You quickly swung by your apartment to change before heading there.Â
The bar was busy when you arrived. People were packed in like sardines in a can. Luckily you were on the list for the party which gave you a quick entry through security. First things first was alcohol. The people surrounding the bar were four people deep while the poor bartenders rushed person to person. You scanned the crowd while waiting your turn. Hoping to spot your friend or even someone you recognised from her Instagram. When you finally reached the bar, you ordered your favourite drink.Â
âThere you are!â A voice shouted over the loud music pumping through the bar. A hand dropped onto your shoulder making you turn. Your friend stood there with a wide grin. âI tried messaging you but you didnât respond.â
âThatâs because I lost my phone after I arrived. I went to message you and it was knocked out of my hands within the crowd.âÂ
She laughed, âDoesnât help there is a layer of smoke just covering the dance floor from the fog machines.â
âYou sure thatâs not all the vapes?â You joke.Â
The pair of you made your way through the crowd and up stairs to where the booths were. In the corner was a large group of people around your age. Majority you didnât recognise. But there was your friendâs boyfriend who you were yet to meet. Beside him was this cute guy with brown hair tucked under a backwards cap. He was cute.
Now at a bar Met this girl Through a friend of a friend We started dancing to ABBA Now I can't pretend To play it cool Might be a fool But I don't want it to end No, no, I don't want it to end
Jamie was invited out by Trevor and his girlfriend to celebrate her birthday. Since it was the start of Summer vacay, he had nothing else to do. Both boys were due to head home for the summer break next week. Trevor to Michigan to spend time with the Hughesâ brothers and co and Jamie back to Toronto to spend time with his family.Â
The group was tucked away in the corner, hoping it would hide the two big time hockey hot shots from both fans and prying eyes. It was a decent sized group too. The only person beside Trevor Jamie knew was the birthday girl. Everyone else were her friends he had never met.Â
Since the boys had finished their season, they were enjoying being able to drink and let loose. Each cradled a beer in their hands. Talking between each other. That was until Jamie got distracted. A pair of girls were nearing the group. One he had seen throughout the prior hours of being at the bar. The other, the one who caught his eye most, he had never seen in his life. And without missing a beat, Trevor noticed his awe-filled look.
âIâll introduce you,â He laughed, pulling him from the booth over to the two girls.Â
He tried to pull his hand from his grip, but drunk people are surprisingly strong. Hoping to save himself the embarrassment. When they stood in front of the two girls, Trevorâs girl was quick to latch herself onto him. The kiss between them bordering on making out. Probably for the 5th time tonight that Jamie had witnessed.
âThis is Jamie, heâs Trevorâs best friend and roommate.â
You smiled, introducing yourself to him. Your smile was hypnotising. The little group returned to the booth. Jamie was able to sit beside you at the end of the seat.Â
Everything was peaceful until the familiar notes of one of the best party songs started blasting through the bar. So many people were rushing to the dance floor to enjoy the song. Jamie was a fan of ABBA like Trevor was of Taylor Swift. He was going to go dance to this song. But why not bring the cute girl who was already smiling at him.
âWanna dance?â You ask him.
When he thought you couldnât get any better, here you were wanting to dance with him to ABBA. He led you through the crowd to a spot where you could be anonymous amongst the crowd. You settled into a spot just before the chorus kicked in. Both of you were close, dancing on each other. Wandering hands. The alcohol influences much of the moves between the pair of you.
You sing loudly with the rest of the crowd. âGimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight!â
At that moment, Jamie was lost. He knew he didnât want this moment to end. This song. He had to play it cool, not make a fool of himself if he wanted to see you again. But deep down, he also knew tonight wasnât the only night heâd be seeing you.Â
Oh, it's last call Baby, I don't wanna go home They turn the lights on You pull in and give me one more I got the feeling of you kissing me Stuck in my head I'd let you break my heart If I can see you Can I see you again?
You and Jamie basically spent the night on the dancefloor. Trevor and your friend had no clue where you two had disappeared to. They just knew you guys were together thanks to a rather misspelt text to Trevor from Jamieâs phone.Â
Last drinks were called. Something you and Jamie made sure to take advantage of and order one last drink for yourselves while you enjoy the rest of your short lived evening. The crowd was still dancing away. Getting even more hyped when another ABBA song played. This time it was Dancing Queen. One final song to enjoy together. Even better that it was an ABBA song.Â
Unlike the last ABBA song to play though, where you were singing along to the lyrics. Your lips were on his. It was like life support for yourself. As you pulled away to catch your breath, the only thing on Jamieâs mine was your lips. On his. The feeling. Not breathing. Everything about you stunned him.Â
To the pair of you, the crowd didnât matter. Nothing else mattered but each other. The drunken haze was well in effect. Time flew. I mean, they always say time flies when youâre having fun. And dancing with a cute guy (tongues down each othersâ throats) would definitely class as fun in your dictionary.
The lights of the bar turned on, blinding many drunk dancers still crowding the dancefloor. No more party lights or strobe lights. Just normal lights bathing you and Jamie in light. You two could now see each other better than before. Though it just added to how you both thought. Theyâre hot.Â
Jamie couldnât help himself. He was desperate. âCan I see you again?â
She looked at me and then she said "I've called a cab, it's on the way Oh, Iâm glad we had just one night Wish it would turn into five But I'd die happy tonight"
âIâve ordered an uber, itâs on the way.â
With no phone, there was no way for you to switch numbers. Youâd get a new one or just lose Jamieâs if he wrote it down. You werenât the most coordinated drunk person. Only seeming fine on the surface.
Jamie wrapped his jacket around your shoulders as the pair of you waited outside for your Uber. Jamie soaked in your presence. If he was honest to himself, if he died tonight, heâd be happy. But he wanted more than just tonight. He wants one more. Two more. Five would be great.Â
But heâd always be thankful for the one carefree night you shared together at a kinda dingy bar in downtown Anaheim.Â
You on the other hand fully believed there was more than this night for you and the cute guy. Something in your gut told you youâd be seeing each other more thanks to both of your best friends. The ever crazy masterminds to you two.Â
The car pulled up in front of the pub and you confirmed it was yours. You turned to Jamie one more time, sharing a hug and a quick kiss. âOh, Iâm glad we had just one night but I wish it would turn into five.â
Oh, it's last call Baby, I don't wanna go home They turn the lights on You pull in and give me one more I got the feeling of you kissing me Stuck in my head I'd let you break my heart If I can see you Can I see you again? Can I see you again? Oh, can I see you again?
The boy watched you climb into your taxi and drive off into the midnight traffic of Anaheim. He ordered his own uber to take him back to Trevor and his apartment. Whether or not Trevor was there was a different thing altogether.Â
When Jamie finally arrived at his apartment, he fumbled with keys for a hot moment. First after he let himself in was to shower. It didnât matter if Trevor was home. Or even if he brought his girlfriend back here. Hopefully the water would sober him up before going to bed.Â
He laid in his bed thinking about the night. Thinking about you dancing in front of him. Singing away to ABBA without a care in the world. Jamie swears he could still feel your lips on his. Or your ass against his crotch as you both danced in the crowd. Everything about you lingered in his mind. Touch, smell, taste. Everything.Â
Give me more. It was the only thing. Jamie wanted more time with you. To get to know you. Your quirks. Your passions. Was ABBA your favourite band? Was the perfume you wore your everyday scent or just for special occasions? Was the outfit tonight your usual outfit or do you like to dress up when going out?.Â
Jamie then remembered something. It hit him like a freight train. Heâd be able to see you again. You still had his jacket.
At a bar Met this girl Through a friend of a friend We started dancing to ABBA Can't play it cool Such a fool But I don't want it to end No, no, I don't want it to end
The ride home was depressing. His touch lingered on your body. His hands ghosting your waist. His jacket that was still wrapped around your shoulders scenting you in his cologne making it the only thing you smelt. It was like his ghost was beside you. WHispering ABBA lyrics in your ear like he had throughout the night.
You couldnât believe a night out celebrating your friendâs birthday turned out to be the best night of your life. And it wasnât because of the alcohol this year. It was all thanks to her boyfriendâs best friend. Jamie. Jamie Jamie Jamie. His name was on repeat. The only thing on your mind. On your drunk mind. ABBA was right, Gimme Gimme Gimme!
You went to bed once you got home. A bottle of water on your table with aspirin ready for the morning. Sleep deprived of its peace. Jamie Jamie Jamie. His lips were soft. His hands were rough. Hair soft and fluffy under the ducksâ cap he wore until you put it on your own head.
You hoped you played it cool. Didnât make a fool of yourself. You wanted to see him again and you hoped heâd want to see you again. Maybe more than a night this time. Youâd let him break your heart if you could only see him again.Â
Oh, it's last call Baby, I don't wanna go home They turn the lights on You pull in and give me one more I got the feeling of you kissing me Stuck in my head I'd let you break my heart If I can see you Can I see you again?
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I Sold a Book! Let's Talk About It.
So if youâve been paying attention at all (and itâs 100% fine if you donât â trust me; there are plenty of days when I donât feel like paying attention to myself one bit), you may have heard that I have a new series debuting next fall (2024). Itâs called THE CHRONICLES OF VIKTOR VALENTINE and yes, it takes place in the same world as THE CHRONICLES OF VLADIMIR TOD and THE SLAYER CHRONICLES. But, like, apart from the announcement that weâre going back to Elysia, I havenât really spoken much about the book/series and what itâs going to feature. So why donât I do that now?
First off, I sold the first two books of this series back in September of 2021, and Iâve been DYING to talk about it ever since. But there are certain things in publishing that we donât do â and a big one in my case is that I never discuss a book until my publisher has announced our deal. So I kept quiet. Kinda. For the most part, anyway. Then, just a few weeks ago, I got the news that my happy news was public, and I word-vomited all over TikTok and then I disappeared for a while. Why?
Oh. No biggie. Just a much-needed family vacay to celebrate my 50th birthday, my son Jacobâs 30th birthday, and Jacobâs engagement to his beautiful fiancĂ©e, Jordan (!!!). (She had NO idea and it was just the perfect moment. Love them so much.)
But now Iâm back and I feel a bit like Crowley in Good Omens 2 when he walks into the bookshop after he and Azirophale had argued and Crowley says, âIâm back.â In other words, Iâm back. Iâm here. I donât really have a plan for what Iâm going to say, but I know one thing is for certain. Iâm not doing the apology dance, dammit.
So whatâs the series going to cover? Will you see Vlad again? Will you find out what the deal was with Snowâs eyes?
The short answer is YES! The longer answer is: YESâŠeventually.Â
See, I plan to include as many of the characters you know and love from CoVT in this series, but there are a few of them, so thatâs gonna take time. Am I going to give you all the answers to all the questions you still have about CoVT? Oh yes. Just give me time.
This series is about a boy named Viktor who learns that not only are vampires realâŠbut his parents are the most famous vampires of allâDracula and Elizabeth Bathory. Viktor is a nervous kid as it is. His chest often feels tight with anxiety. Heâs pretty insecure about his friendship with his bestie, Damon (who has amazing hair, btw). And donât get me started on his mean next-door neighbor. The new neighbor across the street, howeverâŠ
Her name is Alys. Keep an eye on that one, Minions.
Viktor lives in a town called Nowhere. Itâs a small, Midwestern town. Quaint, normal, boring. But thatâs only because Viktor has yet to unearth the townâs secrets. But I digressâŠ
I could ramble on about Viktor and how his life is tied to Elysia, but Iâd rather you find out for yourselfâŠstaring in Fall 2024.
Any questions?
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Elixie Discussion Thread/Headcanons
vibe with me, friends. I want, you know what, I want some fuckin' DISCOURSE. Do they ever go back to the surface? Do they have kids? Names? BACKSTORIES?? How did our two besties get together? How was their proposal? First date? Anniversaries? Bdays? WEDDING? HONEYMOON??? FIGHT IT OUT I WANT AN ELIXIE FANON I'll get started, Eli proposes to her on the surface under moonlight (because she asked about the moon in a throwaway line in canon, fight me). They name their first daughter Aylin. Here's a copy paste of Aylin's character profile:
Name: Aylin Shane Age: 14 Pronouns: she/her Species: human Likes: Hands on things, experiments with the slugs (not like Blakk obviously, testing what they like and dislike to eat and such), messing with flora and fauna in both worlds, she probably gets some pet slugs in the surface eventually, joy rides on her mecha, junk food Dislikes: pet stores, all those slug scams Fun facts: Aylin is the first in her immediate family that diet can affect slug's transformations. Despite how much all Shanes and Shane gang care for the slugs, she takes it a step further and actually pioneers slug husbandry. Backstory: like other Shanes, she is raised in the Burning World to ensure she has a choice in her life. However, Eli and Trixie do not keep her from entering Slugterra at all until turning 15. around the time she is 7, Aylin is allowed to come down to Slugterra on weekend trips and during break [sometimes]. By the time she is 10, they're going on month long trips to Slugterra during summer break. No slinging still applies. Her main story arc starts about 1 month after her 14th bday. The Shane family is on another long term Slugterra family vacay. From June 29-Aug 29. Around Aug 19, Eli goes missing. Trixie and the rest of the fans have two weeks to get Trixie back to school (the goal is to do so with Eli, obviously). Trixie wants to leave Aylin with someone because sheâs still only 14, âbut mom! Dad cashed in his 15th bday as soon as it happened! And he didnât have half the exposure to slugterra I didâ after some back and forth âok. Lin, itâs time to go rescue your idiot fatherâ Appearance: green eyes; black hair, mid length, often in a braid/s, bun/s, or pony to keep it out of the way Idk anything about Aylin's younger sibling except that they have blue eyes and red hair.
OH and also. At some point Trixie goes "I'm a Shane" or "I'm Trixie Shane" or something at a snarky bad guy ast sny point after their marriage. maybe more than once, even, now that I think of it. And a snippet from a diff character profile template:
Bday: June 13th Height: 5' 4" (tentatively, idk) Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: pan
OK LETS OPEN THIS MARKETPLACE OF IDEAS. May our hearts lead us to the truth through the waves of discourse.
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So no trailer this week with two and a half weeks to go, le sigh. We did see ads from local stations (using old promo photos), and we got what appears to be the Nancy Drew 4.01 title and description. Read on for that and a bunch more show and cast bits from the past week.
âThe Dilemma of the Loverâs Curse.â Theyâre hitting the curse head on, which I like. Two different sites posted the title along with an episode description that came right from the season 4 description we got back in January.
Now that weâre so close, the reality of Nancy and Ace having potential love interests is sinking in. We know that Nancy will not risk Aceâs life as long as thereâs no solution to the curse. Iâm still hopeful for lots of Nace scenes, with plenty of delicious angst. Curious how this squares with Kennedyâs discussion of Nancy and Aceâs emotional openness with each other - I still expect Ace to figure out the curse quickly.
Iâm also super hyped about the sins of the townâs past, the multiple supernatural mysteries, and the stories for the entire crew. May 31 is so close I can taste it.
Scott Wolf gave us some insight into S4âs resolution for our beloved characters in a new interview - it was a big deal for them to know it was the final season ahead of time, the season will cover the things that are most important to us, but ânot every resolution is going to be satisfying for everyone.â
Glad to hear they planned real resolutions for everyone, terrified about them not all being satisfying. Iâm absolutely expecting Nace endgame, but I want good things for all of our family. Theyâre keeping us on our toesâŠ
We saw lots of our cast this week - Kennedy made a surprise appearance in an Arizona bookstore with her author parents (note this pic is with her mom and the bookseller, not McDad), Maddison was in Paris and England with her Versailles cast and her family, and Riley is appearing in another episode of Station 19 this week.
Alex has been on vacay in Italy and France (Hannah captioned the first photo âAlex doesnât like PDA. So I fixed itâ â ïž). Alexâs new show High Desert premieres this week on Apple TV. Thereâs a new in depth, spoilery review at AV Club. According to the article (spoiler alert), Peggy (Patricia Arquette) is âno longer speaking to her grown son.â We wonât see Alex until episode 6 - could he play Peggyâs son?
Leahâs show Matlock was picked up for the fall (watch the trailer), and sheâs celebrating in Mexico with her bf.
Meanwhile Queen Charlotte is another huge hit with fantastic exposure for Tunji - check out the in depth Tatler profile on our favorite Scotsman, where he draws an interesting parallel between Charlotte & Georgeâs and Harry & Meghanâs experiences - and admits heâs never watched Bridgerton.
In more show news, the Nancy Drew writersâ request for fan input has generated tons of great questions but only chaos from the writers so far - no real answers yet.
Speaking of chaos, Kennedy stepped into the fray to drop four songs from her S4 playlist. âThe Winner Takes it Allâ (no more ace to play), âall my ghostsâ (all my ghosts are with me), and âThinking of Youâ (cause when Iâm with him I am thinking of you) are killing me, the pain. âBig Poppaâ has me thinking about Nancy under some kind of spell a la Burning Bride (as she described Episode 2) hitting on everyone in sight - âmackinâ hoesâ while âmy crewâs behind me.â Now in honor of âBig Poppaâ, what if itâs Ryan!?
Finally, two more cast members were added to IMDB - Fred the car towing guy is back for 3 episodes (3, 5, and 13), and thereâs a new security guard in Episode 9.
You get a gold star if you made it to the end. Another week, another wish for a trailer and new photos. Iâm busy wrapping up The Space Between - expect the thrilling (I hope) conclusion before the season premiere. Also planning a fluffy epilogue, I at least can promise satisfying conclusions for everyone!
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Chapter 19 of "Aftershocks," up now!
Kelly "Vacay" Savannah, Weapons Systems Officer, has been called back to Top Gun years after her graduation, about a mission she knows nothing whatsoever of. Luckily, she's not alone. Her frontseater Marisol "Floodgate" Carter, has been called back, too. OR: Two more people join the Dagger Squad. Not a lot changes, but nothing is the same.
It's almost been three months. If any of you are still here, I want your patience. So this chapter is uploaded during finals week, ever-so-lovingly edited by the equally-as-loving @zee-has-commitment-issues, so go tell them you love them!!
Whether he succeeded or not, whether he was the insane maverick everyone said he was or not, whether he was as great as some believed or not, whether he was everything she had dreamed of as a child or not â he was still giving them everything he had. Still giving it his all, after decades of flying for the rotating cast of brass who never changed in one aspect: they never gave a shit about the people who were beneath. Like a well-placed nuke, Pete Mitchell blew them all out of the water.Â
This one's kind of filler, but also, it's kind of important for character development. Both is good.
Read now on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41581620/chapters/131951848
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How did you got into marvel?
Hmmmmm, I guess I can answer this question now that I'm no longer working at Marvel. Before I begin, I want to preface that how I got to Marvel was very much a right time, place, fit and people situation. I don't think I would have been able to work on Spider-Man: Freshmen Year if it weren't for the genuine relationships I had built in the industry way before the production even started (or really pitched to Marvel in the first place). I go into more detail about networking and building vertical and horizontal relationships in depth in this previous ask. And with that, let's begin. So this story goes way back in March 2021 when I was going into my 3rd month as a storyboard revisionist for Critical Role: Legend of Vox Machina season 2. I had been DMed by a director I seriously admired and they asked me if I would interested in working on a sci-fi adventure show that would premiere on a streaming platform. I was so stoked. I thought, "Holy cow, I love this person's work and they actually looked at my stupid doodles and want me on their production????" So I say yes, go through the interviews, get the details of the show, etc. etc. Until we get to the actual job title they wanted to give me....which was a revisionist. I was kind of bummed out that they offered a revisionist role and not a board artist. At that point, I was a revisionist for almost a year and a half and I felt like I learned everything that I could in the position. But they persuaded me that being promoted is a possibility so I took what I could get (which I learned later is not always a good thing to do for yourself). I knew that I would be on CritRole until July and then switching back to Star Trek: Lower Decks season 3 until December of that year. I had no other job prospects beyond that so I said yes. But even though I said yes, it just didn't feel....right to me. And I should have listened to my gut at that time. Fast forward to end of July 2021. I wrapped up on CritiRole and went back home to NY for my birthday before starting Lower Decks S3 in two weeks. During that time, I had an assistant director over at Marvel contact me (we had worked together a year prior on a short pilot for an action show). They asked if I would be interested working on the new X-Men animated series as a board artist and---I said no. Yeah, I said no to Marvel. It wasn't because I didn't want to work on X-Men just 'cause. The start date conflicted with my start date for Lower Decks S3 and I just really enjoy the crew and production of that show and wanted to go back for another season. They understood and wished the best of luck for me. Although I won't lie that I was thinking about it a lot afterwards 'cause they had offered a board artist position....but what was done was done. So I go back to vacay mode. Until a few days later, I receive an email from Marvel Recruiting if I would be interested in working on an upcoming animated series. At that time, I thought the recruiter was talking about X-Men when she was actually talking about a whole different production. And granted, I can't be mad at the recruiter 'cause Disney is very lock and key with their productions. So me being dumb and not realizing it could have been a different project, I said no. Again. Yes. I did not say no to Marvel once , but TWICE. So fast forward to September 2021. I'm on Lower Decks S3 as a revisionist again. When suddenly, I get a DM from a friend inquiring me about when I would be done on Lower Decks. I tell him, " Oh, my last day is in December. Why, is the show you're on looking for board artists?" And then he proceeds to tell me that he actually left the production he had been on for 3+ years as a writer and is show-running his own show at Marvel. You've probably figured out by now this person was Jeff Trammell. Widely known for his work on Craig of the Creek (and many other productions haha) and the creator/head writer of Spider-Man: Freshman Year. We had met way back in March 2020 right before quarantine had begun and kept in touch in through social media over the years. Nothing big really, tweet here and there, comment here and there when we saw each other's work and such. I was honestly baffled. I had absolutely no idea that he moved to Marvel or had his own show there. But more importantly, this was the third time Marvel reached out to me about work. So I tell my older sister and she proceeded to push me into taking an interview with them. I really have to thank her for that haha. So I go into the interview, only with plans to hear them out and learn about the project. And then one interview led to another, and then another, and then another....until it dawns upon me: Holy crap. I...I don't think I can pass on this opportunity.
I wholeheartedly believe that I would have regretted passing on Jeff's show. The people I would work with, the project itself, and they offered me a board position not revisionist. In the interviews, it genuinely felt like they wanted me as a board artist and wanted to help me learn/grow on the production. It just...it just felt so right and I wanted to do it. But I was signed onto that sci-fi adventure show that would start when Spider-Man did. And in that moment I learned a huge lesson about job hunting in animation: Don't always jump at the first thing that presents itself to you. Learn about the project, your potential crew mates and take the time to think about whether or not it's a right fit for you/will it bring a new challenge to you. And I'll be honest, I wasn't happy with the offer I got on the sci-fi show. I had gotten comfortable being a revisionist and wanted something more challenging but didn't vocalize it properly. I wanted to learn and be in an environment that facilitated growth for greener artists....and that just wasn't what I felt from the sci-fi show. So I had to do the scariest thing I've ever done in my life which was ending my contract with the sci-fi show. I was so anxious about it....hoping that I wasn't burning any bridges or coming off as a flake for leaving (even though production didn't start until Feb 2022 and it was Oct 2021 at this point in the story). Â But I had to do it and I did do it.....after 3 weeks of trying to get a hold of anyone at the studio 'cause I had no clue how to prematurely end a contract hahahahahahaha....but once it was done! I signed my contract at Marvel and would be starting on Jeff's show in the new year. And that pretty much sums up how I got to Marvel. Funnily enough, at the end of my contract for Lower Decks I had learned that the person who originally scouted me for the sci-fi show actually left the show before I did (along with other artists who I admired and wanted to work with). So in a weird way, everything turned out okay. The universe is strange like that I guess. But yeah, my experience getting into Marvel was a very much a series of life lessons that I'll never forget in a good way. I'm just incredibly thankful to Jeff for taking a chance on me and allowing me to be part of a really special production with such talented artists. If not for that, I think I would still be the same board revisionist who was too scared to leave my comfort zone haha. I hope that story was enjoyable(?). I understand that reading this might make emerging artists feel like, "Damn...I have to know someone in order to get on a good show like that?" And that's not true. It really is a matter of right time place, people and fit. And that's not something you can quantify or artificially create. It just...kind of happens and you learn how to read situations to gauge whether everything is lining up to what you like/need. And you don't really learn that skill understand you're in it as a green artist and experience it. At some point Jeff was a green writer, I was a green artist, all of us in the industry started out green without any big connections. and we had to learn how do to it. So with that, I hope what you take away from this story is building those genuine relationships with people really does go a long way in various ways in the animation industry.
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Some quick life-updates from yours truly:
Realized I was, in fact, nonbinary. Being honest with myself and being away from the internet really helped me figure that one out. I'm still largely in the closet, but I'm planning on where I go from here. I know I'm going to get top surgery or at least a reduction eventually, but that's a Future Leigh thing.
I developed a shellfish allergy which is a thing that can happen. Your body can just... decide it's allergic to shit. I know it's an immune system overreaction but wtf wtf wtf we've eaten shrimp and clams and crab our whole life wtf wtf wtf There's the slight possibility it was a spice or the ramen I was eating them with but like. It's more than likely the fucking shellfish.
I'm currently outside of the US right now and FAR away from home. I'm not immigrating, I'm just helping a friend with some housework and also getting my first vacay in like a decade. Also I dealt with quite a bit of ableism and assumed misogyny (bc still in closet) with immigration to the point they had to bring two different women officers to deal with my sitch. Like I don't wanna spread the stereotype of men being insensitive and women being "more compassionate" or w/e but yikes. I'm struggling so hard right now not to let that asshole taint all men. I'm beating that sexism back with a fucking bat.
My cynophobia is in severe decline, at least with smaller and some medium sized dogs! Anything bigger than like a corgi still triggers me (shaking, crying, panicking, etc.) but smaller dogs are so fucking cute and fun and snuggly!!! I love when they curl up in your lap and when they roll over for tummy rubs!!! I really miss my mom's dogs right now đ but I have a cat here so it's kind of ok
Had some True Crime shit happen to my family. My aunt (who's always been in poor health) passed away in her sleep. Her husband had her cremated asap, threw out all of her stuff, repainted the room she slept in, and then waited a week to tell the rest of the family... by text. Originally it looked like she had died in her sleep while he was at work, but then he admitted to his daughter (who then told the fam) that he had been home all day, that he lied to police about being at work, and that he was glad she was dead. So it's looking more and more like he killed her, or at least let her die. Like... he's always been an asshole. It's totally believable he killed her, but I hope (for everyone's sake) that he didn't and he's just being a selfish jackass who doesn't understand how sus he sounds.
My mental health has been the best it's been in years. I still have bad days (esp right now bc of the shit that happened with the border officer) but I'm kind of in awe that I'm like. Alive? Like I'm entering my late twenties. My first suicide attempt was when I was 11. I never imagined I would make it past 21. Bitch I'm still here!!! Life is not my problem, I am LIFE'S problem!
I learned how to make stroganoff and became mildly addicted to it for like a month.
Lived to see cicadas in the summer! Saw SO many!!! I think about them when winter makes me sad. They're my light at the end of the tunnel.
I ALSO SAW A BABY (ok more like a young) POSSUM!!! My dad discovered him in a box of apples we had outside. He was havin a FEAST lemme tell you. Boy went through like four apples that were about half his body size. Hell yeah.
I've currently been trying to exercise and strength train because I tried to climb a tree to get a cicada shell and yeah. I didn't even make it off the ground. Spaghetti ass arms. Right now I'm too sore from the travel (& stress & panic attack due to border issue) to see if my strength has improved, but I can definitely tell there are muscles in my arms and not just mush. Human bodies are so fucking weird and cool and shit.
I still remain uneducated and unemployed, but I actually checked out the GED study guide from the library earlier last year. I had a panic attack and ended up returning it, but... it's progress! A few years ago, I would've just passed it by. I actually opened it and looked in it and shit! Give me some more time and I'll actually be able to USE it and then get my GED and then bitche!!!! :D I've also decided I'm going to try to become a mortician. I doubt I have the patience to become a medical examiner, but I'd still like to work with the dead (not in a creepy way, I'm just better with dead folks) AND I got some family in the business back home (here's hoping I can use nepotism to my advantage teehee) so it's a good idea. I'm not saying it'll work out, but it's a plan.
I beat Pokemon Diamond again, and Skyrim. I made like four new characters but only ended up completing one (and they became a sneak archer because of course.)
I've done a little more sewing! I'm still kinda sucky at it and my brain can not figure out how the hell a back stitch works but I'm having a lot of fun!
Ok that's all I can think of right now but yeah. I'm surprised I haven't completely lost my mind yet but hey. There's still time đ
I'll hopefully be more active on here in the upcoming days (bc I've missed my sweet little garbage trash site and all my gay little mutuals), but right now I'm just trying to exist in as little pain as I can. Very fatigued but also incredibly sore (shoulders, back, and legs).
I'm so grateful to all the kind messages and asks you guys have sent me while I was gone, and I hope your lives have been going well. Things are tough right now for everyone, and I hope you find the strength and support you need to go on. Fucking love you guys.
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