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almostempty · 2 months

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Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a horrible day, you take a sexy stranger home from the bar.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, glorification of substance use as a coping mechanism, using sex to avoid processing emotions, PWP, like mostly just porn and emotions, spit, one (1) pussy slap, pussy pronouns, size kink, sort of pleasuredom!javi, AU unprotected sex has no risks bc i like it that way, piv sex, fingering, creampie,

Notes: cigarette vending machines were real, part 2 exists and if one single person asks for it i’ll post it

please leave feedback! open to constructive criticism or delusional inspiration

Thanks: to @auteurdelabre , u know what u did

WC: 6.7K

AO3: here

Part 2: here

Masterlist: Here

It’s not enough.

You feel the inescapable temptation racing like wildfire through your veins. Thick, hot air whips your hair into your face, and you laugh, throaty and as loud as a barking German Shepherd with saliva frothing against their teeth. The thought of jerking the wheel and rolling your car into oncoming traffic causes your fingers to twitch. The roar of the semi-truck you pass drowns out everything else, your music, the wind surging through the windows, and your violent intrusive thoughts. You decide not to opt for a head-on collision. Heading towards your side of town, you slow to a less reckless speed, immediately missing the road noise.

The temptation still pounds in your head, unbearable. Something stronger. You need something stronger before you drive to his house and choke on the smoke while you burn it to the ground.

But you’re free! You grin as you race directionless through the streets, the kind of grin that would unsettle a small child. The evening sun blinds you whenever you choose a street facing west, and you welcome the jarring obtrusion, the pain. But driving into the sun isn’t enough.

You pull over at the first parking spot you can see, ripping off your seatbelt and twisting around to dig under your seat. Nails catch on the carpeting, but you only recognize some change, receipts, and a petrified french fry. The muscles in your shoulder could tear from the tendons for all you care as you contort yourself to check under the passenger seat before digging through every compartment you can fit your fingers into.

A cigarette seems healthy in comparison to crashing your car or lighting your ex’s house on fire. You swore there was a forgotten pack of smokes under one of the seats in your car, stashed away in case of emotional emergencies months ago before you committed to quitting. Nate must have found them and tossed them. Of course, he could still keep making this day worse. Even after you’d walked out on him mid-rant about how it was somehow your fault that he’d become even more of a repulsive asshole during the months you’d spent apart. “Hope you’re happy with how you chose to use your last ‘second chance,’” you had spat at him, already halfway to the door. You imagined the look cemented on his face as you left. You hope to never imagine his face again.

Dried tears sting the corners of your eyes. Rubbing at the raw skin burns. You stare at your red eyes in your rearview mirror, and you can see the flicker of your soul nearly snuffed out from the years of despair. Blood pounding in your ears, you roll your head on your shoulders, and popping and grinding noises in your neck add to the symphony of your pulse. Tipping back against the headrest, you refocus and take in your surroundings. A bar. A beacon in the fading golden hour as dusk overtakes her glow.

Bars have cigarettes. A drink, or four, would help, too. You need to feel something else. Find something strong enough to break through the numbness of anger and embarrassment. Something to override your loquacious internal monologue. It’s not enough.

Your demons materialize on your shoulders, prepared to fight your morality. The neon beer signs in the window sing a siren song. Temptation wins in the first round, she’s a seductress not to be outclassed.

The gravel crunches under your feet as you cross the parking lot, kicking up little clouds of dust in your wake. Inside, you swerve between the pool tables, crossing the dimly lit space in a beeline to the cigarette vending machine for a new pack and matches before lasering in on an empty stool at the bar. Tunnel vision.

Cold beer soothes the burn in your throat from the tequila shot you slammed before you even settled your full weight on the barstool. The liquid waterfalls down your throat until the bottle runs dry. The surly bartender replaces it with another, and her eyes flick from yours to the empty shot glass and back.

“I’ll just stick to beer for now,” you answer. A barely perceptible snicker yanks your attention to your right. He’s smirking to himself, trying to hide it with a swig from his bottle. Your scowl softens by a hair as you rake your eyes down his profile. Strong features, sparkling dark eyes, well-groomed, and an open collar that teases you with a glimpse of the skin of his chest. His look piques your interest. But that smug curl of his lip raises your hackles as you return to your mission: a neurochemical intervention. Maybe he knows where you could procure a lobotomy if nicotine and booze don’t help.

You slam the second beer, signaling for another. Your head weighs heavily on your shoulders, but you can start to feel the warmth of the alcohol blooming within your chest. A welcome warmth despite the suffocatingly thick air in the bar. You feel the layer of sweat coating your torso. The skin bared on your thighs sticks to the vinyl stool, but you don’t care about being warm and sticky. Your assignment is simple. Get the liquor to your brain before you recruit Smug Mustache and Silent Barkeep to your crew. She can drive; he can be the lookout. Accomplice to arson shouldn’t be a hard sell.

You smile to yourself at the thought.

The tiny muscles in your face start to relax, and the line between your brows softens. The racing thoughts get quieter, and you can process your environment more easily. The clack of the billiard balls on the pool table, the rock ballad barely audible over the buzz of the patrons. A variety of mostly bald or bearded men occupy different seats, and women with brassy hair and loud laughs hold all the secrets. You and the man seated next to you don’t quite fit the demographic, but nobody seems bothered.

You slide a cigarette out of your pack, and before you tuck it between your lips, the man next to you pushes the amber-colored ashtray he’d been hoarding towards you and offers you a light.

Leaning towards him, you’re hit with an intoxicating rush of spicy aftershave, leather, and tobacco. You seize the opportunity to take in his features head-on, inhaling deeply while he unabashedly sweeps his dark eyes over you in turn. Sinfully dark, they flick back up to yours. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip, and you’re entranced momentarily by the need to feel that plush lip between your teeth.

Sex.

That could work. Ease the restlessness and the deepening impulse to scream. Maybe that’s the third ingredient to your impulsive master plan.

“Thanks,” you exhale, breaking the heady silence. The rush of nicotine entwined with alcohol begins to replace the rage in your veins. Vengeful racing thoughts are replaced with a mantra. A dull pounding in the back of your skull. More. You smile. More. More. He tracks your mouth as you press the cold glass bottle to your lips. You swallow and swallow. He raises one eyebrow, head cocked, as you drain the bottle.

“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I’m not sure you’d taste it at this rate,” he teases in a voice thick as molasses.

You consider your frenzied rate of consumption. Might be time to slow down.

“Maybe you could convince me to savor it,” you challenge. He nods and orders. He studies your lips as you take another drag from your cigarette. More. He doesn’t shy from holding your gaze. Not when you smile or when you look him up and down again. You usually aren’t so forward. The cocktail of substances and the emotional hangover from your failed reconciliation emboldens you. But, one tiny crack fractures, and for a brief moment, you’re gone.

Your eyes lose focus. Disconnected from your body, the bar, and reality. He watches with amusement. He knows that look. He wears it often.

Your thoughts flash and crack like a lightning storm. Nate’s face. Livid, red, and sputtering foul insults at you. Enraged that you’re drinking, smoking, and desperate to whore yourself out to the first man you see. Worse. You don’t care. Nate wasted your time and shattered your goodwill. You want to be set free. Erase him and his pathetic voice altogether.

You take another sip and another drag, hoping one of them will detach his grubby claws from your conscience. You blink, and the horrifying hallucination is gone.

“Drinking to forget, cariño?” the man you’d been staring past interrupts your thoughts. His tone is genuine. But why? Is that his schtick? Offering to fix broken women with a well-timed light and teasing glance?

“Something like that,” you muse, taking another drag. You hadn’t realized how close you were sat until now. It’s intimate. Smoke curls in a delicate dance between you, alluring as it winds and flares. You feel drawn to him, connected by chance. Something new to focus on. To study. He watches you with such intensity you note. Unwavering. Too sober and too shiny to be a regular old barfly. It’s not a bar full of singles. He’s out of place. Maybe he got lost along a warpath like you. Good. More.

He’s still watching. Waiting for you to elaborate? You let your knee slide forward until it’s pressing into his firm thigh. “Just trying to feel something,” you answer honestly.

“Mm,” he takes another swig, and you watch his neck in slow motion as he swallows.

“And you?”

“Same goal, I guess,” he confirms. His hand drags slowly down his thigh and slides onto your knee. Your mouth parts at the contact of his palm. A new fire rips through your veins, but it’s not rage. More.

“Would you say it’s working?” you gesture to the bottles coated in beads of condensation on the bar top.

“No.” He stares at you openly. His carnivorous mouth splits into a grin.

His boldness makes a giggle bubble up in your throat. You tilt your head back with a laugh. Your hair slides behind your shoulders, exposing the delicate flesh of your neck.

“No,” you repeat in agreement. You match his physicality and grasp his own thigh firmly with your hand, studying his face for any hint of a response. “It’s not enough,” you add, dragging your hand further up his leg. Slowly.

“You’re looking for more, cariño?” he dares with cloying charm. Yes! More!

You might've rolled your eyes at the whole situation if you weren’t so many drinks in with a sinister desire for escapism. You’ve barely spoken to each other, engaged in an elite-level erotic staring competition instead.

The best you could do was exchange names.

“Javier Peña,” you repeated back to him. Deciding if you liked the way it sounded on your tongue. You wet your lips.

“Just Javi is fine,” he counters while leaving enough cash on the bar to cover both your tabs with a generous tip.

“Smooth, Just Javi,” you bait, looking at the cash and back to him. He flashes a wolfish smile back. It makes you want to fuck him right here on the bar. More, you scream at him with your eyes.

He removes the nearly finished cigarette between your much smaller fingers, takes the last drag, and stubs it out in the ashtray.

If you weren’t so aroused by everything about him, you’d chastise him for trying to get you out of here so quickly. But you feel it rolling off of him, too. It feels like taking a narcotic. Time is syrupy and slow. You feel your smile sticking longer than you meant, your eyes linger hotly, and you squeeze his upper arm harder than intended. It’s an addictive rush to feel your desire reciprocated. And with such urgency. You take in his height and broad frame now that you stand face to face. He stills. Observant. You don’t need any more time to decide what you want. You need to feel him and only him as soon as possible.

“Let’s go. Now,” you order as you lead him out of the dingy establishment into the clear night.

You expect him to cage you against the cool metal of his pickup, but he’s a suave gentleman opening the passenger door for you instead. Fine. You slide across the bench seat just as he’s turning the key in the ignition, pressing your curves into the side of his firm body. Restless and grabby, your fingers dance over him, unsure where to start when he grips your chin in his large palm and tilts your face towards his.

Rage flashes behind your eyes at his interruption. Never far from the surface, ready to lash out.

“Be good for me, cariño,” he says sternly.

“Oh, I’ll be so good,” you purr, dragging your hand down his chest towards the bulge in his too-tight jeans and batting your lashes before he grabs your hand.

You huff, indignant. Rolling your eyes.

“I’d like to give you my full attention.”

“You can have mine.”

“No.”

“Who put you in charge?” you spit out with a fierceness.

He laughs, harsh and mean. You flush with irritation, recoiling like his grip suddenly burned. What is this? You thought you were reading everything right; you’re in his truck, ready and wanting. Frustrating man. You need something to ease your anger, or you’ll spit venom.

He leans into your ear like he has a secret despite the privacy of the cab of his truck. Dragging his voice over broken glass and gravel, he murmurs, “You want to feel something?” his hand is suddenly wedged between your legs. “You want more?” He squeezes tight, pressing his fingers against the seam of your denim shorts, and you choke back a moan. His spiced scent fills your nose. You feel his smile against your ear. Your head spins. Yes. You need it now. No games. Your nails dig marks into his wrist, pleading.

“You get to touch, but I don’t? What is this, Javier? Afraid you won’t last?” You jeer at him.

His hot laugh fans down your neck. Your body betrays your mind in search of friction. Shamelessly, your hips roll against his hand.

“Such a sharp tongue,” he tuts at you, pulling back to look into your eyes, “for such a needy pussy,” he pulls his hand away. You fight to still your body and level his stare, feeling the heat of anger and lust in your face. He lists his demands.

Be good for me. Until we get home.

Simple.

Then I will give you what you need.

Bold.

Something different washes over you, but you keep pushing at him.

“And what do I need, Javi?”

“Need to be stuffed full of this cock until you forget what ‘more’ means.”

Soaked. Your traitorous pussy floods your already ruined panties. But you can’t shut yourself up. You have to push him harder.

“Awfully confident, Javi. Hope you aren’t the type to oversell and underdeliver–” Your snide remark is cut off when he covers your hand with his and presses it into the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Does it feel like an oversell?”

You barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. No, it most definitely does not feel like an oversell; you refuse to admit it out loud. He grazes the edges of his teeth down tender skin. At the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, he snaps you back into reality with a sharp bite. A small gasp escapes you that he definitely doesn’t miss.

You catch the smirk. Cocky bastard.

“Now,” he demands your attention, “you’ll be good for me all the way home.”

It’s definitely not a question, but he stares like he’s waiting for a response.

You fold your hands in your lap begrudgingly and nod. But something in your chest blooms brightly. The dance for dominance does exhilarate you. He grips your upper thigh like he’s the only thing holding you to the earth. Like you might fly out the window if he lets go. Or, like you might crawl into his lap, sink down onto his cock, and cause you both to launch through the windshield when he crashes into a ditch.

His fingers tease under the edge of your shorts, white-hot flesh against flesh. You’re wired.

You direct him to your place. It’s close, and you’ve no patience. He doesn’t argue.

You lead him into your home. He doesn’t take you ferociously against the back of the door. Infuriating. You behaved all the way home. He’s a curious juxtaposition of lewd and polite. Restrained, he takes his shoes off at the door and asks for a glass of water. Like he’s your neighbor invited over for tea. But, you can feel the carnality radiating off him as he watches to see if you’ll show good manners. More.

“That’s good, cariño,” he praises, soft and raspy, taking the icy glass from your hand. “Show me your room,” he instructs. How is it your turf, but he’s still in charge? You glare at him briefly before you acquiesce and traipse down your hallway to your bedroom.

He places the glass of water on your nightstand, still full, and turns to assess you. You furrow your brows. Was the water some kind of test? Whatever. You behaved in the car. You behaved all the way to your bedroom. You’re nearly dizzy with need. Every breath feels like a lifetime.

His golden skin glows in the lamplight. You’d describe it as angelic if he wasn’t driving you mad. Morbid desire crawls under your skin, itchy and tense. He gestures for you to sit on your bed, and you do. If he insists on leading, you’ll follow.

You fold your hands in your lap again as if awaiting his next command. He cradles your cheek in his palm, and you look up through your lashes. You are not the saint of patience; your fingers twitch with the urge to tear his clothes into shreds. Why is he taking his time? Your mind is racing for a snarky comment when he interrupts your thoughts like he could hear them.

His touch is so gentle. Patient. Like he’s experienced in domesticating rabid animals.

“Shhh, I know,” his voice is earnest. Not teasing. Not mocking.

It catches you off guard. Grounding you. Strange.

His expression seems to slip into something unguarded as well. A moment of understanding. You see him. Something is building in the distance in your mind. Like the shore is receding before a tidal wave hits. But it’s too quiet without the waves breaking on the rocks. More.

“Make me feel something, Javier,” you reply.

It hangs delicately in the air. You aren’t provoking or begging. It’s a genuine expression of your desire to run from your internal state.

“I intend to,” he confirms with confidence. Like that’s the permission he was waiting for, the wait is over. Your lips connect. He kisses you with a bright and burning passion. Plush lips and wet tongues slide together expertly. Sharp little nips pull whiny melodies out of you. Your hands tug and pull at his hair, shoulders, and shirt. It’s not enough to just have his mouth.

“More,” you demand into his tongue.

“So needy,” he condescends, and you feel your cheeks warm.

He peels off your shirt, and his hands fly to exposed breasts.

“No bra?” he tuts as if he didn’t put that together while ogling you at the bar. You shake your head in response as he kneads at your soft skin. “Of course not.” He pinches at your nipples with precision, pleasure bridging on pain coursing through your body. You feel your chest arch towards him for relief, deep moans falling from your mouth. You want him to consume you. He looks like he might.

Javi hums at the way your body responds to him. Pliant but strong. You move into his touch, seeking intensity. He increases pressure and maps out your body.

He lets all his thoughts be filled with you. Your warm skin and soft vanilla scent are hidden until his nose trails behind your ear. You freely let all the sounds and breath spill from your mouth as he caresses you reverently. He wants to know how many sounds you can make.

You were a delightful surprise, crashing into the bar next to him. He recognized the look in your eyes. He’s going to give you what you need. Because you want it. And because he wants to drown himself in it. He feels drawn to you somehow.

Despite how good it feels to have his hands and mouth on your body, your neglected clit aches for attention. He continues on, almost obliviously, and you reach a fever pitch that splits your eyes wide open. Possessed by one word. More.

Your fingers come to life and work rapidly, yanking at his belt and the button on his jeans before slipping a hand in to feel. You’re struck with a surge of delight as your hand skates over his hot flesh and coarse hair. A hedonic sense of imminent victory unfurls in your core.

“No underwear?” you tut back at him.

“Nope,” you swear he winked at you as he said it.

He pulls you up to stand, stripping the rest of both of your clothes off quickly. You push him back a step to get a better look at his now fully naked form.

“Shit.” “Fuck.”

You mutter over each other at the same time. Like you’ve been compelled, you reach for him, needing to immediately taste and touch him everywhere. You knew he was a gem in that dive bar, but in front of you in your bedroom, you realize: he’s fucking gorgeous.

Of course, he won’t allow you to touch him. Nasty man with his beautiful body and devilish disposition. He scoops you up like the petulant child you are about to become and drops you onto your back in the middle of your bed with ease. You bounce against the mattress.

He catches the sour pout on your face as he settles himself between your legs.

“No need to think now, princesa,” he kisses just inside your left knee, “that’s my job now.” His mustache tickles the soft skin of your inner thighs, but it’s the spark in his dark eyes that makes you squirm. You groan in frustration at being deprived of the freedom to touch him once again, but you remain malleable.

“I need you to lay back and spread these legs for me.”

You comply. Parting your legs wider as his hands slide towards your center. Your eyes are locked on his, and his eyes are locked on your glistening folds in front of his face.

“Fuck, cariño, yes, just like that.”

You curse your body for needing to blink. Enraptured with the look on his face, you don’t want to see anything else. Floating and lightheaded, nobody has ever seen you like this. Seen the truth in your eyes so easily. Seen your blaring evidence of need pooling and dripping. And still looked at you the way he does. Desperate to be touched, you are grounded in the present. No other conscious thoughts. More.

He pulls at the skin on the top of your thighs, nowhere near close enough for your liking, but fully exposing your achy clit and fluttering entrance to his eyes. You’ve needed his touch since you left the bar, or maybe since you first felt his husky voice frazzle your brain.

He stares and stares as you watch impatiently.

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” he says to himself before he hovers closer and blows a stream of cool air over your swollen folds.

You could slap him for that or scream, but what comes out is a breathy “fuck,” and you clench your fists in an attempt to remain composed through this macabre sexual torture. You feel like he’s been down there for an eternity. And still, he’s given you no relief.

You brace for another stream of air, but instead, you watch agape as a glob of spit falls in slow motion from his lips to your clit. The barely there sensation snaps something in your mind as his saliva flows downward.

“You just gonna look, or you gonna touch any time soon?” you goad.

Javi’s eyes shoot to yours, narrowed. You’ve interrupted a private conversation. Vague and meaningless threats start flowing from your mouth, and you shift to reach for him when an abrupt slap to your pussy jolts your nervous system.

Before your brain and mouth can comment on his audacity, your body betrays you. You feel the patchy flush on your chest burning and the gush of lubrication in anticipation. He clocks both signs.

“Cariño,” he coos at you darkly. “I told you,” head shaking with disappointment, “no need to think.” He looks back down, “Now look, she’s crying for me, and I haven’t even had a taste yet.”

Your head sinks into your pillows with an exasperated sigh. How can torture feel exquisite? Wretched man.

“No. You don’t take your eyes off me,” the edge in his tone suggests you don’t want to disobey.

You find the strength to tilt your head back towards him. And it’s just in time to watch as he runs two fingers up and down your glossy folds. He ghosts around your clit, avoiding what you need most until he’s satisfied with his coated fingers. He plunges them both into your eagerly awaiting hole, petting at your velvety walls. An animalistic noise that must come from you fills the room in competition with the slick, wet sounds of his fingers.

“That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes on me while I play with your pussy.” Javi looks down to watch for himself. “You look so good swallowing my fingers,” he rasps thickly. Your walls clench and constrict around his fingers as his voice carves out a home in your mind.

Your room is cool, thanks to the hum of your window AC unit, but your body runs hot. You’ve never had a man in your bed who was this good with his words before. It forces you to stay focused. Present and aware of every sensation. Your ex was too insecure to be vocal. Other partners lacked tact or creativity. None of them ever took charge like this or took their time. You feel your chest heaving and see the wide smile break across his face. Your skin tingles as a sheen of sweat breaks out.

Javi takes his time experimenting with the ways your body responds. He speeds up and slows down, changes pressure and patterns, tapping and tracing, petting and prodding. It’s like the nine extra settings you don’t need your vibrator to have, but better. It’s not careless. You watch, like he instructed. He seems studious, observing how you respond, scanning your face and body. Microexpressions on his face calculating and plotting.

You flex, tense, and writhe as much as you dare, trying to maintain some control over your body. Your eyebrows are pinched, and your hips are tight as you strain.

Javier can tell. Do you not trust him? He needs you to give in to him.

“Let me take you there, cariño,” he urges. “Can feel she wants it; just relax for me, breathe.”

“Fuck,” you confirm with a whisper and do your best to let go of some of the rigid tension. He maintains a steady rhythm for you to focus on. He slowly builds in intensity, and he continues to murmur encouragement to you. Breathe. There you go. Easy.

You slowly melt into it and let him puppet your mind and body. Building and building. Breathing and breathing. Allowed to be out of control. That does it. Your climax crashes violently against your loose frame. Yes, cariño, just like that, fuck. Contracting muscles in your core pull your chest forward. Jerking and spasming, you raise with stuttering gasps. You aren’t sure if you should laugh or be embarrassed as you pant, feeling like he just performed an exorcism on you. His expression settles you. Pleased with an edge of ravenous.

He slides his fingers from you and sits up, looming tall and strong on his knees over your damp, limp body. Your eyes are glued to his weeping cock, softly bobbing at your eye level. Saliva pools in your mouth, craving the weight of it sliding over your tongue. You swallow and blink. Recalibrating your senses and figuring out what he just said to you.

He runs his fingers back through your overly sensitive folds to get your attention. Your entire body twitches, wrenching your attention to his face. He already has you at his mercy.

“Close your mouth, baby,” he commands. You weren’t aware it had been hanging open and snap it shut. He laughs gently at your stupor. Enamored. Then he’s running his slick coated fingers over your lips like a debauched lipgloss. Your mouth parts to question him, and he slides them onto your tongue before a word gets out.

“Good,” he praises, “suck.” You do. And as he drags his fingers out he replaces them with his tongue. He sucks and nips at your lips, tasting everything. The bright flavor of your arousal, the lingering beer from the bar, the smoky tobacco, and the gum you tried to sneak on your way out of the bar. It’s a potent concoction, and it fuels his thirst. You run your tongue along his neck and commit the flavor of his sweat-salted skin to memory.

You can feel the rumbly groans filling his chest, and you’re back to needing more. Clawing at his skin and tugging at his hair. One of your soft hands finds his throbbing cock, and wrapping your fingers around it causes you to exchange throaty moans. You slip your thumb around the head, coating it in precome and using it to glide your full fist down his shaft. It’s stupid how big his cock is, and part of you is loathe to admit it. You just know he’s already aware, but a mindless so big slips out of your mouth anyway. You feel him smile against you.

“Y’think so?” he breathes against your neck.

You roll your eyes at him and tease, “Don’t be trite, Javi.” You tug firmly at his length. “I’m sure all the ladies you pick up in shitty dive bars fawn over your pretty cock.”

A distant look flickers across his face before he flashes a sly grin at you.

“Y’think it’s pretty?” Is that all he heard?

“Oh my god,” you groan in feigned annoyance at him.

He looks down to watch your hand stroke him and decides that is a pretty sight.

You hope he was right in the cab of his truck. That when he fills you up, you’ll forget how to think. He pulls back from your greedy little grasp. I know, I know. He says with the marks he leaves along your skin.

“You think she’s ready for me?” he asks as he adjusts to line up with you. You’re too entranced to respond. He slides himself through your folds, and you whimper at the pressure. He’s still waiting for an answer. He pauses and stares at your face. He gives your clit a playful swat with the weight of his cock.

You blink back up to him, “huh?”

“You think she’s ready to take me?” he repeats.

“Yes, Javi, m’ready.”

He gives you a disapproving look, for god knows why. And shifts further away from you. You feel your face shift into a pout.

”I think she can give me a couple more first.”

Something in you loosens, and you realize you’re defenseless. Willing.

This time, he doesn’t toy with you. He strikes swiftly. Overwhelming your senses when his fingers slide back inside of you and the hot furnace of his mouth envelopes your no longer neglected clit. He brings you over the edge rapidly with the combination of his curling fingers and the firm pressure of the flat of his tongue.

He praises you adoringly, but he doesn’t let up. That’s it. Dámelo. Breathe. You can take it. Another. Know she wants it. Like that. Taking you further than you thought you could go. Again and again. You’re blind and boneless, a sticky mess. He could watch you like this for hours. Writhing against his fingers as his other arm wraps over your belly, holding you in place.

“What’d you say?” he asks as you come down from another flood of endorphins. You weren’t aware you could form words. You blink dazedly before you can figure it out.

“Please, Javi, please,” you repeat. You don’t know what you’re begging for anymore.

His lips are pressed to your sweaty forehead. When he pulls back, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. You’re trying to think of what you were trying to communicate, but it’s hazy.

“Doing so good for me, cariño, you deserve it now.”

You can only nod and whisper another “please.” He slides the head of his cock through your dripping, sensitive folds. That’s what you wanted. More.

“Yes,” you chant, “please, oh god, yes, Javi, please, fuck.” You exercise the full extent of your current vocabulary in quick succession.

“Beautiful, cariño,” his words drip over you like honey.

“Yes, Javi, please,” you continue your chant.

Slowly. Painfully slowly, he begins to feed his cock into you, eyes rapidly flipping between studying the expressions crossing your face and the view of your pussy stretching around him.

“Oh god, oh,” you repeat mindlessly as he works his way inside of you.

“Fuck” he exhales and locks his eyes on your face before pushing the rest of the way in. When your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack, he knows the image will be seared into his memory.

“Yes, Javi, fuck–” your mantra is cut off with a deep moan as he grinds his hips into yours. You're so full. You run your hands down his back, trying to force him closer. Trying to merge solid bodies into liquid pleasure. Transform physical vessels into the intangible. More.

He begins to slide in and out, never leaving the clutch of your warm walls all the way. His pace steadily increases, along with the intensity of the snap of his hips once he’s as deep as possible inside of you. He folds your knees towards your chest and thrusts with fervor, captivated by the way your tits bounce.

A cacophony of lewd noises bounces off the walls in your room. Your shared panting, the rocking bedframe, the wet slip of his cock sawing into you, the skin-to-skin slap of his heavy balls bouncing against your ass, it’s all a debased symphony together.

A delirious giggle pours from you as the realization strikes. He was right, no need to think; all you need is to feel how perfectly he fills you up. He’s not thrown by your fit of laughter. You think he knows. His mouth is moving, though. He’s speaking to you. You focus with all the effort you can muster.

“Again, cariño. You’re going to come on my cock for me,” he breathes like he’s the one ready to beg. You obey. It takes the slightest touch, swirling your fingers around your sensitive nerves. Watching the tense expression on his face. The weight of his body fucking you into your mattress. You’re clenching around him like you could pull him any deeper.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he drops his mouth to your salty neck, “so well-behaved for me.”

You preen at that. Breathing each other's air.

“These legs still work?” he asks, swatting at your thighs.

“A little,” you shrug.

“Good.” He sits up, pulling your chest into his, breathing with you for a minute as you wrap your legs around him and settle on his lap. “Not done with you yet,” he growls into your hair. You think about the moment at the bar earlier, when he lit your cigarette for you. You hoped he’d be good. You didn’t think he’d be this good.

“Yes, Javi,” you agree as if you know what’s next. He shifts, and you let him arrange your body as he pleases. It’s blissful. Not having to think. He maneuvers you like a doll, but you know you aren’t an object to him. Not with the way he gently rolls you onto your belly, arranging a pillow under your head. You rest your cheek against it and peer dreamily at him. He lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and pauses for a second to admire the way your pussy glistens readily for him. The way your smooth back arches in presentation just for him. But it’s the expression on your face, the insatiable more in your eyes, that gives him purpose.

He kneels behind you and sinks in easily, a groan ripping through his throat as you push your hips back into him with more energy than he expected. You moan loudly in response, attempting to muffle it into the pillow.

“Oh my god, Javi,” you rasp at him. “How can you possibly get any deeper?” you ask incredulously.

“How are you still talking, cariño?” he taunts, picking up an unyielding and brutal pace.

“M’not” you decide, “no thoughts.”

“Fuck” you both echo as he hits a new angle.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg openly, “just like that, Javi, holy shit.” He slips one hand underneath you to play with your swollen clit.

“Yes,” you begin chanting again. But you want him to come. You need it. You slide your own hand under his to replace it. Reaching further to feel the way you’re stretched around him. You wish you could see it. The feeling alone turns your brain to mush.

“Javi?” you plead for his attention. You could sob with the intensity building in your core.

“Yes?” he asks without slowing down.

“Need you to come,” you whine into the pillow your face rocks into.

“Yes, cariño,” he consents.

“No, now. I need you to fill me up, please; I need to feel it,” you beg like you were invented for him in a dream. So perfect.

“I know,” he asserts, “gonna stuff you full,” and that sends you.

“Fuck, Javi, yes, I need it,” you sob out as your muscles flex and contract around him once more.

He grips your spineless frame and tugs your back into his chest. You might be drooling as your head rolls into his shoulder. You register a hand squeezing at your tits as he gives you what you want. A few more harsh thrusts and he’s filling you up. You can feel his cock flexing and straining to give you everything he’s got. Javier’s rough breaths reverberate through your blissfully quiet mind. It’s enough.

He lowers you back to your pillow, still on your knees, and he slides out of you with a soft groan. You echo it, feeling immediately emptier without him.

You stretch across the bed to fish for your cigarettes in your pile of discarded belongings from earlier or maybe a lifetime ago.

He accepts one when you offer and, in turn, offers you the water he asked for earlier. You gratefully accept. You ask if the water trick works on all the women he picks up in dive bars. He argues that it’s not really a trick if the sex happens before you drink it, and you share a real belly laugh at that, realizing he’s right. You finish your cigarettes in a calm silence next to each other. Your mind is quiet. You let out a satisfied little sigh.

He gets up and starts pulling on his jeans. Reality hits you like a brick smashing into your skull. Leaving blood and bone fragments across your pillow. Substances and sex are temporary. Distractions, not solutions. A fleeting release to quell your demons. The ones that reappear back on your shoulders, cackling with glee over the chaos. Your mind is back in action racing. You drag your hands down your face. Holding your eyes shut tightly. You wait, holding your breath. Listening for the sound of your front door opening and closing any second.

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MC’s Journal - Jaehee X MC

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Entre #22

I was anxious and excited to go to school this morning. After stopping by Jaehee’s house last night, I almost got no sleep. I spent almost the entire night in bed with my eyes wide open, just thinking about how today would go. But I went from happy and anxious to pissed.

Fucking pissed and annoyed.

For the first half of the day, I was just waiting for her to come up and talk to me. And Seven would not stop bugging me to just go up and talk to her, but I didn't wanna seem desperate.

“That’s too much, Seven!” “No it’s not! All you're doing is staring a friendly conversation with her. You’ll then move a bit out of each others comfort zones. You’ll stroke her arm,” Seven stroked my arm, “and then you’ll slowly lean in and whisper in her ear,” Seven leaned it, “let’s fuck in the bathroom.”

I slapped that fucker and all he could do was laugh. I slammed my locker door shut and we walked to the cafeteria together, since this was right before lunch.

So there we sat at our table, Seven eating his Honey Buddha chips and me just sitting there, drinking some crappy soda that the school’s vending machine sold.

“Maybe you can pull a Christian Grey. You’ll seduce her in a mysterious way, leaving her wanting for more. Then you’ll catch her off guard by revealing your true, sexy self.”

wtf.

“What’s my true self?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Such help.

“Fine. What’s Christian Grey’s true self?” I could care less. But Seven seemed almost ready to pull out a 12 slide powerpoint presentation to explain this to me.

“Dark, sexy, mysterious, hot as fuck, attractively kinky. Oooo the way he flipped Anastasia on that bed like she was a french fry on a stove ready to be flipped. God, I want him to do that to me.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m no Christian Grey. And Jaehee is no Anastasia Steele.” Seven’s eyes trailed behind me and he suddenly looked shocked.

“OH! JAEHEE! WHAT A PLEASANT SURRISE!” Clearly, I’m not amused. “Haha. How funny. There’s just no chance, Seven. It’s never gonna happ-“ “Hey.”

I FELT MY TITTIES POP OUT OF MY BRA. BECAUSE SURE ENOUGH, JAEHEE KANG WAS STANDING RIGT BEHIND ME.

“Mind if I sit here?” I couldn't come to form any fucking words. Thankfully, Seven answered for me.

“Why, of course not!”

of course. OF COURSE SHE HAD TO SIT NEXT TO ME. AS IF MY HEART WASNT ABOUT TO JUST STOP FUCKING BEATING. So, now I’m back to happy and anxious.

For the rest of lunch, I was internally freaking out. I stumbled over almost every single word that came out of my mouth. But SHE SAT WITH ME AT LUNCH. And that’s all I was waiting for.

Entre #22

BITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHBITCH. SHE ASKED FOR MY PHONE NUMBER. I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE THE SCHOOL TO WALK HOME WITH SEVEN AND SHE CAME, OUT OF BREATH, TO ME. SHE RAN TO FIND ME.

WHEN I HEARD “can i get your phone number?” COME OUT OF HER MOUTH. UGHHHHHHHH. I WANTED TO SCREAM. FUCK I’M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Entre #23

I dont know if this is real life. I DONT FUCKING KNOW. THIS WEEK HAS GONE WAYYY TOO GOOD. I’M ENJOYING IT TOO MUCH. WAYY TOO MUCH. FIRST, I LITERALLY STOP BY HER HOUSE TO RETURN HER STUFF. THEN, SHE SITS WITH ME AT LUNCH. THEN, SHE ASKS FOR MY FUCKING PHONE NUMBER. THEN, IT BECOMES A HABIT FOR US TO TEXT AND SIT TOGETHER AT LUNCH EVERY DAY. AND NOW SHE HAS GOTTEN HER SCHEDULE CHANGED, IS IN MY LITERATURE CLASS, AND IS MY PARTNER FOR. PROJECT. HOW.

I’ve always hated my literature class. ALWAYS. Never liked it when I was in elementary, never liked it when I was in middle school, and even now as a high schooler, I still don't like it. So I’m just sitting in my usual seat in the back of the class next to Seven. What was I doing? I don't fucking know.

“Students, we have a student who has switched into this class! Please introduce yourself.”

Did I care? No. People switch their classes all the time.

“Hello. I’m Jaehee Kang.”

Well, I didn't care until I heard that. The rest sort of blanked out. BECAUSE JAEHEE MOTHERFUCKING KANG WAS NOW IN MY LITERATURE CLASS. I looked over at Seven. I was fucking shook.

“Well Jaehee, you can go have a seat. There’s an empty seat right next to MC over there in the back.” Jaehee looked over in my direction and we made DIRECT EYE CONTACT. She smiled at me, and as calmly as I could, I smiled back at her. As she made her way over to the seat next to me, I looked over at Seven. He was giving me a thumbs up and mouthing ‘get that pussy’.

For most of the class, I was trying not to look over to her. I felt like if I did, I wouldn't be able to get my eyes off her after.

“So since this is one of the biggest novels we will be reading this year, I will be assigning you guys a project. A pretty big project. It will be worth most of your grade in my class for this semester.” Almost everyone in the class groaned.

“I am going to be giving you guys 5 minutes to choose your partners. I’m only allowing pairs of 2, so don't try getting creative.”

Usually, picking a partner for my project was never an issue. I’d always pick Seven. As I was about to turn to Seven, I felt a tap on my shoulder. and my heart kinda stopped beating.

“Partners?” Jaehhe asked. I DIDNT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO.

“Ummm…” I looked back at Seven and he was watching. He gave me a smile and nodded his head.

“Go ahead.”

I FELT KINDA BAD. BUT I JUST SMILED AT HIM BEFORE TURNING AROUND TO JAEHEE. “Yeah. Partners.” I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

BUT BITCH IM FREAKING OUT. OOHOHHOHOHOHHHHHH FUFUFCKCKCKCCKKK

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HELLO. LISTEN. WE ARE SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING LAST WEEK. BOTH CIN AND LUCYY WERE BUSY AND NOT IN THE BEST POSITION TO WRITE WITH EACH OTHER. ALSO WE SAID THAT THE CHATER WOULD BE OUT SOON. TWO WEEKS AGO. SORRY AGAIN. THE CHAPTER IS BASICALLY DONE ITS JUST THAT WE HAVE BEEN SOOO BUSY AND AGAIN NOT IN THE BEST POSITION TO WRITE TOGETHER. WE ARENT SURE IF WE WILL GET BUSIER BUT ITS A POSSIBILITY THAT WE WILL SORRRRRRYYYYY. WE PROMISE TO POST IT BEFORE SUNDAY AND IF WE DONT PLEEAASSEEE SPAM OUR INBOX WITH COMPLAINS. HOLY FUCK OK SO CIN IS PACKED THIS WEEK BUT ITS COOL WE’LL FIND A WAY TO POST IT. WE ARE SOOO SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO BE VERY ACTIVE BESIDES THESE ENTRIES WHICH WERE USED TO KEEP THIS ACCOUNT ACTIVE LOL. AGAIN SORRY THIS IS MAKING ME DEPRESSED HAVE A GOOD DAY LOVES

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jacobsillcommunication · 5 years

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Blog Assignment 1: Semiotics

This first ad shows us Joe Camel of Camel cigarettes undergoing cancer treatment. This spoof ad works because viewers should recognize Joe Camel not only as a mascot for Camel cigarettes, but as an advocate for how cool and laid back smoking makes you seem. His characteristic black sunglasses, which emphasize Joe’s suave, cool persona, are off his face, and he is now staring at them as if he recognizes the emptiness of the lie they stand for. Viewers unfamiliar with the Joe Camel ads would still be familiar with the concept of black sunglasses as a symbolic representation of chillness, and the idea of cool, as this is persistent in American culture all the way back to the 60′s. Viewers also know that chemo therapy makes you lose your hair, so they emphasize the baldness of Joe’s head and ad veins to it to make him look extra sick. Additionally, most viewers know about the surgeon general’s warning/symbol on packs of cigarettes which inform you of the dangers of smoking. The artists use this warning to play on the dangers of smoking by using something non medical like “wasted potential” as an adverse effect.

The symbol of the golden arches represents McDonald’s while the French fry crown represents one of the most popular menu items at McDonald’s. McDonald’s has been a symbol of poor health, and malicious marketing to children for many years, and so the idea of putting this symbol and this food on a baby is a commentary on how McDonald’s continued targeting of youths has contributed to a youth obesity an health crisis in America, and is now doing so the world over.

Viewers will recognize the Absolut bottle, and if they don’t they will likely notice it is a vodka bottle from the text. Viewers know that liquor bottles usually stand upright, so they will recognize that this one is deflated or not erect. Savvy onlookers will understand the concept of whiskey-dick or men being unable to get off or maintain erections when they drink too much, and long term alcohol abuse can permanently impact a man’s potency. Viewer’s shouls also know that Absolut ads usually say Absolut _____ usually with something exciting and awesome filling the blank as in Absolut Adventure, to highlight the wild and fun time that the user of the product will have. Here, the artists use the Absolut tagline to highlight one of the negative consequences of heavy drinking, to contrast the fun careless side of it that absolut chooses to present in it’s ads.

Apples are a symbol of schoolhouses and teachers. House shapes are often used to represent schoolhouses. Most schools are Smoke Free zones, or Drug Free Zones, and have signs similar to this spoof ad to show that. However, schools often allow companies to insidiously advertise themselves to students through posters, and through vending machines. This spoof ad comments on how this type of advertisement and product placement should not be forced upon children, and thus not be allowed in school. All schools should be ad free zones as they are a place of learning.

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peacekaleandyoga1 · 5 years

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With all of the information available about diets, weight loss can be overwhelming.People who enjoy success know that things are achieved through simple means. The following article will give you tips on how to create a weight loss plan for successfully losing weight.

A good way to help you lose weight loss technique involves simple tracking of caloric intake on a daily basis. Cut out fatty foods you can.You may also eat something with less calories.

Almost everyone enjoys the taste of french fries!They are a problem for anyone trying to lose weight. If you must have french fries, bake them instead of frying. Turn them over and continue baking for another 10 minutes. These “French Bakes” were provided by Laurel’s Kitchen Cookbook.

TIP! If you love potatoes and are trying to lose weight, you can use cauliflower to make a tasty mashed potato substitute. Cook the cauliflower in a pot of water with a little onion.

You can successfully lose weight by making exercising a good time.

Don’t think that you should take things too seriously when your diet every once in a while. If you treat yourself with some ice cream, remember to do a bit more exercise to compensate. Dwelling on the negative will only take your mind off your goal.

This will keep you motivated in the right track.

TIP! If you are trying to lose weight and you are the kind of person who eats a lot of potato chips and the like, try switching to your favorite brands baked version. Some people make the mistake of thinking they won’t like the taste, but it’s just a matter of finding the low-fat version you enjoy just as much as your regular full-fat version.

A great way to lose weight is to keep yourself busy so you will not have a lot of time thinking of food. When we’re idle, the chance of thinking of food is higher. Keeping yourself occupied and busy can prevent these thoughts.

Yogurt is a great food for people who want to lose weight. Plain and low fat yogurts are the best choice. You can add fresh fruit to regular yogurt and avoid hidden sugars that may be found in many yogurts on the market. Yogurt is a good source of calcium; calcium if you choose the right products.

One good way to keep you in shape is making sure that you eat breakfast. It seems simple, but a lot of people believe that if they skip breakfast they can cut back on calories. It may save on calories in the short run, but it can boost lunchtime cravings. You might end up running to the vending machine before lunch even be tempted to have a mid-morning snack that you are so hungry.

TIP! Aligning yourself with a fitness partner is a great way to keep your motivation high. By sharing your goals and ideas with another person, you become more accountable to your diet and fitness routines–an excellent motivator! You can support each other, motivate each other, and help each other through rough patches.

Lots of new diets involve eliminating carbs entirely to shed pounds. This may not be the nutritional side. Everyone needs healthy carbohydrates in order for their bodies to function properly.

Whenever you eat, record the time, the time of the day and more. This will make you understand why you can beat them.

Try not to miss any meals.You need to consume at least three full meals per day. This helps to keep your body know what to expect.

TIP! You can lose more weight by eating leaner meats. To keep the calories low try a chutney or salsa instead of rich, calorie-rich sauces.

It is scientifically proven that muscle mass burns more calories as fat. Having more muscle on your physique will help you in losing extra pounds without exerting as much work. Strength training that is done two or three times weekly will help build your muscles.

Eating while you are distracted is the key to weight gain. If you ignore what you’re putting in your mouth, you will probably eat more than you intend.

Try to plan your meals so that they’re generally at the same time every day. This will help you establish a routine to reduce cravings at odd hours.Try to schedule your snack times too.

TIP! Do not eat prior to going to bed if you are trying to lose weight. Food eaten right before bedtime isn’t being processed into energy for your body.

Be realistic when you are setting a goal for losing weight.There is no way you will lose 60 pounds in a week.Creating goals which you whenever you reach your goals.You also not as likely to fail at what you are doing. Try to set a goal of one half to two pounds lost.

These drinks contain lots of sugar and sugars and will sabotage your cravings. Try choosing bottled water when you are thirsty; it is the best thing for your body.

You should clean your closet cleanup if you have decided to lose some weight. Throw out your large clothes since you plan to lose weight.

TIP! Carefully consider your beverage choices during a weight loss program. Everything but water has calories.

A diet high in salt can cause fluid retention, and this affects your legs and feet the most. This can derail your dietary efforts and make it look like you’re actually gaining instead of losing weight. It also cause you crave salty foods. Salt may be hidden in otherwise healthy items.

Simple changes are easier to make and keep. Remember the tips and ideas from this article and try to utilize them in your weight loss plan. You will see this becoming effective in making you thinner pretty quickly. Soon, your new habits will become natural.

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32 Clean Eating Low-Calorie Snacks

We know how easy it is to fall off the healthy snack band wagon. You get a little hungry between meetings at work, and all of a sudden the candy bars in the hallway vending machine look extra tempting. But by preparing a healthy snack and bringing it with you, whether to work, the mall, on a hike, or to the airport, you’re bound to make the right choice when your stomach starts rumbling!

1. Greek Yogurt

Rich in protein, great for digestive health, and creamy and delicious, Greek yogurt is an excellent snack to keep in your kitchen or your work fridge. Enjoy 8 Interesting Ways to Use Greek Yogurt.

2. Cottage Cheese

Chock full of filling protein and calcium for strong bones, cottage cheese can be combined with fruit, veggies, or whole grain toast for a healthy, satiating snack.

3. Cheese

Easily portable and healthy in moderation, you can pair cheese with healthy fruits and veggies for a snack that’s packed with nutrients and protein, and will fill you up for hours.

4. Dried Fruit

Many types of dried fruit contain the same amount of nutrients as their hydrated counterparts and are easy to fill up on for a nutritious snack. Choose a variety with no added sugar for a truly healthy option.

5. Peanut Butter

Peanut butter is high in protein and feels like a real indulgence! Use it as a dip for apple slices or carrot sticks, and you’ll feel full and energized until your next meal. And for a true treat without worrying about your waistline, try Skinny Peanut Butter and Yogurt Dip.

6. Banana Chips

These contain the same nutrients as a banana, though in smaller amounts. They can satisfy a crunchy craving. Or opt for an actual banana, eaten with a handful of nuts or some peanut butter for a nutritious, sustaining snack.

7. Oven-Baked Potato Chips

Sometimes you just want a crispy, salty potato chip. Oven-baking slices of potato cuts down on fat and cholesterol, and yields a crunchy, tasty treat.

8. Kale Chips

Kale is a true superfood, rich in antioxidants, anti-inflammatories, fiber, and iron. All of those nutritional benefits, and a crispy crunch, too? Southwestern Kale Chips are low in calories and satisfy that craving for a crunchy snack.

9. Sweet Potato Fries

This sweet take on the traditional french fry contains more fiber and beta-carotene, and when baked in the oven, can be low in fat and calories.

MORE: Sweet Potato Crunchies

10. Berries

Also superfood all-stars, berries can be eaten by the handful with a dollop of Greek yogurt or a serving of almonds for a protein and nutrient filled snack. Check out this Skinny Berry Parfait for a quick and yummy low-cal snack.

11. Veggies

Raw vegetables can fulfill those crunchy cravings that have us reaching for fried snacks. Chop up some broccoli, carrots, and celery, and add some snap peas, and you have a fiber-rich snack that can be dipped in yogurt, mustard, or peanut butter.

12. Hard-Boiled Egg

Packed with protein, a hard-boiled egg is a filling treat that will keep you energized for hours, especially when eaten with some veggies or whole grain bread. Clean eating Deviled Eggs are can easily be prepared the in morning and ready for a late afternoon snack.

13. Air-Popped Popcorn Popcorn is full of fiber and naturally low in calories, as long as you don’t smother it with butter. Air-pop it and sprinkle with a little salt and pepper, and you’ll fulfill that crunchy, salty craving.

MORE: Easy to Prepare 100 Calorie Snacks

14. Homemade Popsicles

The options here are endless. Crush some watermelon, drizzle with lemon juice, and freeze in a mold. Combine orange juice with Greek yogurt for a cream-sickle. Or simply slice fruit, like kiwi, and freeze it for a healthy, icy snack.

15. Smoothies

We love combining our favorite fruits with some powerful superfoods, and blending into a cold, tasty treat. Try our Wake Me Up, Keep Me Going Smoothie for an incredibly nutritious breakfast or snack.

16. Apples

We can’t stop espousing the health benefits of apples. Their fiber, antioxidants, cholesterol-fighting properties and benefits to your bone health are just a few of their charms. Eat them alone, try them dipped in peanut butter, or sprinkle cinnamon on top. Baked Apple Chips keep you filled up longer and satisfy that urge for a sweet afternoon snack.

17. Strawberries Dipped in Chocolate

A small amount of dark chocolate has less fat and calories than milk chocolate, and even contains antioxidants and has heart healthy properties. Melt some dark chocolate squares and dip in strawberries for a sweet treat that reaps the health benefits of fruit!

18. Oven Baked Zucchini Chips

Why hit the vending machine when you can have a yummy superfood snack, like Oven Baked Zucchini Chips? Skip the processed bag of chips, and replace it with this fantastic snack. They’re only 99 calories per serving!

19. Homemade Granola Bars

Again, making granola bars yourself means that you’ll know just how much salt, fat, and sugar are in your snack. Check out this delicious, wholesome recipe and pack a bar whenever you leave the house! Peanut Butter and Honey Oat Bars can be prepared ahead of time and packed for lunch the following day.

20. Fruit Salad

Love apples and grapes, but not so hot on honeydew? Design your own fruit salad and top it with Greek yogurt for a delicious, customized dish! Skinny Fruit & Yogurt Salad has only 136 calories and can be prepared in less than ten minutes.

21. Gazpacho

Refreshing and spicy, gazpacho combines tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions, is a combination of antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals that tastes like a trip to southern Spain!

22. Rice Cakes

Crunchy and low in calories, rice cakes come in many varieties, including brown rice, for extra fiber and better texture!

23. Pumpkin Seeds

Pumpkin seeds are rich in magnesium and zinc. They can be eaten by the handful, or combined into a granola or trail mix.

24. Sunflower Seeds

Filled with protein and fiber, these tasty little seeds are a great way to fill up quickly, and, like pumpkin seeds, can be incorporated into your trail mix for a salty twist.

25. Sliced Tomatoes

Top them with cottage cheese and basil for a taste of Italy. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and savor them on their own. Rich in lycopene, tomatoes are tasty and wholesome.

MORE: Classic Cucumber & Tomato Salad

26. Edamame

Sprinkled with a bit of salt, edamame is a popular snack that’s only growing in popularity, due to its high fiber and protein content, and it’s satisfying taste and texture.

27. Hummus

Hummus, made from chickpeas, lemon, and a mix of veggies, is a flavorful and healthy dip for veggies, elevating them to a whole new level. Sweet Potato Hummus has a nutty flavor combined with a sweetness that makes this snack irresistibly delicious.

28. Turkey Jerky

Craving meat but want to avoid fat? Turkey is a great alternative to red meat, and making turkey jerky at home will cut down on its sodium content.

29. Pretzels

Choose whole-wheat pretzels for a crunchy, salty snack that’s high in fiber and low in calories.

30. Pineapple

Whether eaten in chunks or triangles, pineapple is a deceptive snack. It tastes like a sweet, tropical treat, but is loaded with fiber, vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants.

31. Homemade Vanilla latte Skip the coffee shop and make your own latte with low-fat milk and a bit of vanilla extract. This will cut down on the sugars that coffee shops often load into their drinks! Morning Joe in the Raw has fewer than 100 calories and tastes just as good as the coffee house versions.

32. Frozen Grapes

A crunchy snack that will curb your craving for sweets, but won’t throw off your daily calorie count.

MORE: Banana Grape Smoothie

Having one of these snacks on hand at all times will greatly reduce your risk of running to the vending machine or convenience store for a quick fix. Plan ahead with health treats, and feel more energized and satiated all day.

For more healthy snack and meal ideas, be sure to like our Facebook page and follow us on Pinterest.

And for a round-up of our most beloved recipes, check out our SkinnyMs. Recipe Collection of 101 Fan Favorites.

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We’ve all been there. It’s late, and after a night out with friends, a craving arrives. The question is, what to eat? Sweet or savory, all around the world cultures have invented mouthwatering dishes that will satisfy those late night hankerings.

Whether they are fried snacks or street food finds, hangover foods are often indulgent and always delicious. And if one thing’s for certain, after a night out at the bar, calorie counting is not on the brain. In fact, many cultures thrive on street food snacking as a way of life.

To hit the spot, we’ve come up with a list of the best drinking food. Some dishes are tied to deep regional tradition, while some are new inventions—but they’re all delicious.

Japan

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Okonomiyaki

Often called “Japanese pizza” or a “Japanese pancake” this regional Hiroshima and Kansai specialty packs a punch. Prepared to order on griddles, this savory delight is piled high with a huge variety of ingredients. Typically a thin layer of batter is topped with eggs, cabbage, meat (often pork belly), squid, noodles, and cheese topped with special sauce.

Mexico

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Pork Carnitas

Made by braising or simmering pork in lard for hours until tender, pork carnitas originated in the Mexican state of Michoacán. The juicy, seasoned meat is then served with cilantro, salsa, and guacamole on tortillas.

USA

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Donuts

Who doesn’t love a donut? But our undisputed favorite has to be Duck Donuts, which originated on the Outer Banks and has now spread through Georgia, Virginia, and the East Coast. Fresh, warm donuts are constantly churned out, made to order right before your eyes. As you watch your donut travel down the conveyor belt, pick glazes like peanut butter, maple, and cinnamon sugar. And if that weren’t enough, sprinkle on a little bacon, shredded coconut, or Oreos.

Canada

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Poutine

There’s nothing more indulgent—or Canadian—than poutine. Originating from Quebec, they’ve become the symbolic national drinking snack. French fried smothered with cheese curds and gravy, what more can you ask for? Oh yes, some restaurants have taken to also adding a variety of meats to up the ante. Poutine has even made its way across the border, with the New Jersey variant “Disco Fries.” Switching out the cheese curds for Mozzarella or Provolone, they originated as a late night snack in diners after the discos closed.

Argentina

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Empanadas

It’s impossible to visit Argentina without trying at least one empanada. This stuffed bread pastry can be found across Latin America, but have a special stronghold in Argentina. Specialty shops churn out a huge variety of empanadas, with different regions perfecting slightly different recipes. In Buenos Aires, a meat-stuff empanada is a fast food staple—a quick, cheap treat to satisfy cravings.

Scotland

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Haggis Balls

Haggis may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but this national dish of Scotland can be used to make bite size Haggis balls. Traditionally accompanied by whiskey, it’s no wonder these fried treats are often served with a whiskey mustard sauce.

Turkey

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Islak Burgers

Islak burgers, also known as “Wet burgers,” is an unmistakable staple of Istanbul street food. It’s impossible to miss the vendors, who stand at every corner with carts fitted with a transparent box full of burgers. What makes them wet? That would be the tomato-based sauced they are dunked in before going inside the steamy box. It may sound odd but these local favorites fly out of the box at 2 am, as late night snackers devour the garlicky patties.

Italy

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Supplì al telefono

Originating from the area around Rome, these fried rice balls are called “al telefono” for a clever reason. The balls, which contain rice and a tomato meat sauce, include a mozzarella center. After the balls have been fried, the string of melted cheese is reminiscent of a telephone cord—back when we used phones with cords. This cheap snack is commonly found as an appetizer in pizzerias and shops selling pizza by the slice.

El Salvador

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Fried Plantains

If you are looking for something sweet to end your evening, you may want to hop on the next plane to El Salvador. The fried plantains have a light caramel coating and are topped with a scoop of condensed milk. The indulgent treat is often eaten for breakfast, but is available at all hours of the day from street vendors.

South Korea

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Potato Wrapped Hotdog

Hot dogs and french fries are classics, but what if they were combined together and put on a stick? That’s basically what you have in Seoul, where street vendors sell hotdogs on a stick, spiral-wrapped with one long, delicious french fry.

Georgia

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Khachapuri

This traditional Georgian dish has all the makings of a perfect hangover snack. Khachapuri is cheese stuffed bread topped with egg and is the country’s national dish. Shaped like a boat, the bread’s crust is ripped off and used to dip into the gooey center. To understand how much of a staple it is, inflation is actually measured against the price of making it, something called the Khachapuri index.

New York City

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Dollar Slice

Pizza is a go-to staple after any night of drinking, but there’s nothing quite like the New York dollar slice. People rhapsodize about the quest for the perfect $1 slice, a phenomenon that started popping up in Manhattan in the late-00s. In a town full of high end options, at the end of the day, there’s no beating this budget-friendly snack.

Russia

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Chebureki

Street food and Russia might not seem like a likely pairing, but there are no shortage of snacks that pair well with a beer. Chebureki are tiny fried pockets filled with mince meat and onion, a seemingly humble food that was the national dish of the Crimean Tartars.

Vietnam

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Bahn Mi

A term for all kinds of bread, bahn mi mainly refers to the French baguette that was introduced during colonialism. It’s also become synonymous with tasty baguette stuffed sandwiches. The filling can vary, but is often steamed pork belly topped with an assortment of vegetables like cucumbers, pickled carrots, and white radishes.

Mission Viejo, CA

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Corned Beef Tacos

Innovative tacos are all the rage, but Patsy’s Irish Pub in Mission Viejo, CA puts a decidedly Irish twist on their version. These corned beef tacos are served with a side of creamy horseradish sauce and topped with shredded cabbage, making the perfect pairing with a pint.

London, England

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Brick Lane Bagels

New Yorkers may take issue with including bagels from London, but the 24-hour Beigal Bake on Brick Lane is an institution. Since 1977 they serve up fresh bagels stuffed with salted beef or slathered with cream cheese and salmon to late night revelers. They churn out up to 7,000 bagels a day, so they must be doing something right.

Netherlands

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Shawarma

The shawarma, or its cousin the döner kebab, are popular throughout Europe. Especially popular in Berlin, where Turkish immigrants brought their cuisine, this delicious dish is based on slices of roasted meat cooked on a spit. The juicy shavings are rolled into a pita and topped with an assortment of vegetables, french fries, and condiments. In the Netherlands, the especially popular shawarma is often topped with a generous helping of garlic sauce.

Turkey

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Işkembe çorbası

Tripe soup? This may seem like an odd choice, but according to food writer Katie Parla tells us via email that işkembe çorbası—as it’s known in Turkey—is popular “consumed in the wee hours after drinking, it has the pleasing effect of soaking up all the alcohol of a hard night out and sort of sending you off to bed with a belly full of earthy soul food.”

Malaysia

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Meat skewers

Street food in Kuala Lumpur is more than just eating, it’s a way of life. When the sun goes down, night markets serve the heaving crowds that come out when the city cools down. Here, there’s no end to the choices that will fulfill late night cravings, but we’re especially fond of the grilled meat skewers that are crispy, salty, and hit the spot.

United Kingdom

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Bacon Sandwich

There’s nothing more hangover-worthy than a straight up bacon sandwich. This UK classic was once voted the thing Brits love the most about their country. For two slices of buttered bread with bacon and brown sauce, that’s pretty high marks. Scientists at Newcastle University have even investigated the reasons why it helps cure a hangover.

India

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Golgappa

Known as golgappa in North India and phuchhka in East India, this beloved snack is sold by street vendors across the country. Round, hollow Indian bread is fried to a crisp and filled with flavored water, tamarind chutney, chili, chaat masala, potato, onion, and chickpeas. The flavored water is typically sour, tangy, and spicy, which is balanced out by the sweet chutney.

Amsterdam

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FEBO Snack Vending Machine

We’d be remiss not to mention this mecca to fried snacks in the Netherlands. For over 40 years these automats let you choose from a wide variety of items from a traditional mince-meat hotdog and croquette on a roll to deep-fried cheese. You simply insert your coins and open the glass compartment of the snack of your choice. The genius kiosk was started by a pastry chef in Amsterdam in 1960 and has since spread across the country.

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