#i think we're gonna have to go for a car ride and maybe get some ice cream to fix this

[mrsarnold]

❝ 𝓦hat happens here stays here its just like 𝓥egas ❞

pairing ! p. bueckers x fem!oc

warnings NASTY smut, ex!p x ex!c, semi public/private sex, oral (c!recieving), jealousy sex, what did sabrina say ? 'have you ever tried rhis one?' 🤗 tit sucking (c!recieving), mean paige, vocal control, 3rd person pov,, thats it??

summary after paige & callie broke up the distance and hatred for eachother wqs very obvious even if they were in the same fg. the distance was further until the fg took everyone on vacation to vegas..

note may be my new favorite fic of mine, pt2?

The sun beamed onto Callie's and the friend group faces as they stepped off the private jet onto Vegas airport grounds. Maya and Jane had the bright idea to take everyone to Vegas for the week off. It wouldve been a fun weekend until the invited someone specfic.

Paige.

Callie and Paige broken up 6 months ago on bad terms. The break up was much needed from the arguments to the accusations of cheating. It was toxic.

Callie was deep in thought on what the possibilities of what could happen on the trip until someone snapped her out of it. "Cals are you ok", Leah asked as everyone headed over to the rental car.

"um yea.. yea im ok."

"you sure?"

"i promise", Callie said unsurely as her and Leah got into the car. Most of the seats were taken by time they were inside so she had sit between Paige and Jane. Just the two of them sitting near eachother tension was knowingly there.

"Lets play some musiccc", Nevaeh said excitedly as she started the car and connected her phone to the aux. The whole ride to the Airbnb was loud but the tension was still there. Every slight movement or accidental looks with eachother caused fireworks in Callie's head.

Callie continued to zone out, thinking of why she even agreed to this trip before she snapped out of it realizing they made it to the Airbnb. As soon as the car was parked Callie was the first out, trying to stay away from Paige but she was right behind her getting out as well before going to speak to KK.

Callie couldn't help but stare at Paige. From here toned arms on displayed by her t shirt, to her boxers peaking out from her sweatpants. 'Gosh she never looked bad' Callie mumbled under her breath before snapping out of it and walking into the Airbnb with everyone else.

"everyone go find the rooms yall want im ordering food", Jane said as she whipped her phone out and doordashed some wingstop. Chatter was all that filled the airbnb as everyone looked around before heading upstairs to find there room. Callie shared with Leah in a room all the way to the end of the hall upstairs.

Callie stayed silent as she tied her hair up into a bun and unpacked her clothes as she closemindly listened to Leah's rant.

"and then we're all gonna go p- Callie are you even listening", Leah asked snapping her out of her unpacking tranced.

"Oh yeah, something about what were doing this week"

"are you ok?? you been off since we landed", Leah worriedly asked as she sat on the bed. Callie wanted to so badly tell her what she was thinking but she didn't wanna ruin anything.

"Yea im ok- i think Jane is calling us down for food and maybe we're going swimming after in the pool you should head down. ill be down soon", Callie admitted as she unpacked her last shirt in the drawer. Leah looked at her confused before getting up and changing into her bathing suit and heading down.

as soon as Leah left Callie sat on the shared bed, deep in thought. Could she actually get through this week. After a little she finally got up and changed into a black bikini.

She stood in the long mirror, checking herself out for any flawd before she saw a familiar figure, one she dreaded to see.

"Just as pretty as i remebered hm", the figure rasped out as she leaned on the door way. Paige once again. Callie stood there frozen, not expecting her to be there at all.

"What? You wanna be silent now", Paige said as she finally entered the room, still checking Callie out. Paige stayed her distance but close enough.

"Paige-", Callie tried to form words before she turned to finally face her. She had jean shorts that hugged her toned legs with a purple two piece swimsuit underneath. 'fuck'

"What do you need Paige."

"Nothin' if we're gonna stay in the same house for a week we gotta tolerate eachother"

Her words alone made Callie roll her eyes.

"Besides you know you miss me Ma", Paige said coming closer. Callie just scolded at her words, expecting but not expecting them.

"In your dreams."

"most definitely in my dreams, if you ever change your mind then. y'know your still mine", Paige said lastly before turning around and walking out of Callie's room, leaving her in shock.

......

The sun beamed on the girls as they were in the pool, talking, drinking, tanning, and doing tiktoks. Callie continued to speak to everyone, still a little shocked at the previous events.

The music became more upbeat the more everyone drank. Callie was all in a blur, one moment she was talking to Leah the next she was off flirting with Izzy in a corner.

It was all going good until Izzy started getting touchy. Callie was unknowing until she heard a familiar voice behind her.



"Izzy mind if i speak to Cals real quick", Paige asked looking from Izzy to Callie. Izzy nodded and removed her hands from Callie. Callie gave her a quick smile before she was roughly dragged away by Paige to the inside of the house.

Once they were alone Paige finally snapped, "What the fuck was that." Her words made Callie become taken aback by her sudden words.

"What do you m-"

"Don't pull that 'what do you mean' shit with me you seen her being all up on you", Paige said annoyedly as she put her cup on the kitchen counter.

"Paige so what we're not dating anymore"

"nah, i already told you were still mine earlier. want me to remind you", Paige said grabbing Callie's neck and forcing her to look at her. Callie instantly went silent at her words and actions.

"nah go upstairs and strip since you don't wanna speak. don't even try moaning either or whimpering. none of that shit", Paige said finally letting go of her neck and watched her go upstairs. Oncs Callie was fully upstairs Paige went back outside like nothing happened.

Meanwhile Callie was upstairs in Paige's room, sitting on her bed in thought of what was gonna happen. then she just stripped fully and laid on her bed, closing her eyes impatiently.

Callie continued to lay there in thought before she felt familiar lips crash against hers making her eyed flutter open. It was Paige doing what she promised.

"Pai-"

"Ah what did i say", Paige said breaking the kiss before kissing down Callies neck. Callie bit back moans not wanting this to be any more difficult.

Paige left some hickeys here and there on her neck before kissing down her body, her stomach to her thighs to her core. She placed a few kisses on Callie's core making Callie squirm under her touch.

"Stay still", Paige said annoyedly before looking up at you, "I don't even think you deserve my touch hm?"

Callie felt she couod cry from the teasing not realizing how bad she wanted this till now. "That's what i thought", Paige said before shoving two fingers into Callie making her moan lowly before covering her mouth and lay her head back.

"Ah look at me or im stopping", Paige said moving up to face Callie as her fingers moved at a relentless pace, "looking so pretty f'me Ma." Callie felt she could practically fall apart at her words. Callie was able to maintain her moans before Paige had a idea.

Without warning Paige caught one of her bouncing tits in her mouth and started sucking on her bud. the overwhelming friction made Callie cry out against her palm.

"Doing so good for me pretty, i wan' hear you now though", Paige mumbled out against her tit making vibrations go through Callie. Callie finally uncovered her mouth and let out shaky moans as Paige continued.

"mm.. Im so close", Callie moaned out as Paige drew her closer and closer to the edge. Paige smirked as she let go of her tit with a pop as her fingers continued to work magic.

"That's it pretty girl come for me aight", Paige said finally before Callie let out one more moan before coming on Pauge's fingers. Paige let her ride out her high before removing her fingers.

Before either of them can speak they heard a yell from Leah, "YALL ARE NASTY."

The both of them burst out into laughter hearing Leah yell at them from downstairs.

"This isn't over by the way."

[paramountinplace]

I love the beach story so much and would love a part 3. I loved the detail of Van getting sunburn too since she has red hair. I also loved akilah being concerned about the animals. You do a great job of having the characters consistent with the show. I think in the car shed get pretty fussy about it because she’d get a little feverish and feel sick from the sunburn, and it’s uncomfortable, especially around her scarring.

The chaos of Nat and Tai trying to get all the smaller ones changed for the car ride. Them trying to get Jackie Mari Mel and Gen into their pull ups since they know they’re probably going to fall asleep and are prone to night accidents.

Mel being a little fussy because she wants to sit with her best friend Gen, but Gen wants to be in the front so she can be closer to Tai, and there’s room in the front for a bucket to go between her legs in case she is feeling sick.

Mari crying for the first 10 minutes because she’s overtired, then Tai gives her sippy cup with apple juice in it and she’s fine, falls asleep immediately.

Tai trying to comfort Van and drive. Maybe Shauna is feeling big again and can drive.

Jackie’s keep handing Van random things to see if she’ll stop fussing, and reporting to Tai in the front everything.

“Maris sleeping Tai”

“Van is crying again”

“Van is touching her face again”

“Van is sweating”

“Van face red”

“Vans arms are red”

“I think I peed-ed”

Etc.

When they finally get home Jackie and Mari are both asleep and get carried inside, and put to bed immediately.

Mel and Van insisting on bath time together so they can play more. Mostly Mel because she wants to help Van cheer up.

Vans fine for a little but then gets cranky and has a tantrum for no reason because she feels queasy and tired and achy from the sun sickness/sun burn.

Nat comes in to help Mel get changed for bed, while Tai comforts Van.

I feel like this could be 2 parts , if you’re interested. I love this story so much and thanks for doing my request!

Love, 🐨🐨

Life's A Beach - Pt. 3

Summary: Done with their day at the beach, the Yellowjackets have to get back home for the night. Inspired by some of the lovely ideas above! I did end up spliting the ask into 2 parts, so there will be a part 4 sometime soon

"We're not gonna have to make them change in the car, are we?" Nat grumbled as she shoved a wad of still-damp towels into a bag. Tai shook her head, glancing over her shoulder to make sure everyone was helping to pack up their things. Mari was sitting glumly atop the cooler, not doing much, but Tai figured she'd let that one slide considering she'd volunteered to carry said cooler when no one else wanted to.

"There's a building up by the parking lot with stalls for changing and stuff," she explained, zipping up Van's backpack and turning to hand it to her. The redhead had been trailing Tai around since they'd started packing up, rubbing at her sunburnt face miserably.

"Do you wanna take 'em up now? I can give you the keys so you can drop all the stuff in our car," Nat asked.

Tai did not want to take them up now. She had a feeling that she'd need Nat and Laura Lee's help with getting the littles set for the car ride back.

"Nah, I'll just wait," she said casually, scanning their area for misplaced shoes or toys.

It was another fifteen minutes before everyone had managed to get their things packed up and hefted various bags onto their shoulders. They trooped through the sand back up to the parking lot and Tai was surprised to find that aside from their cars, the lot was almost entirely empty.

Nat popped the trunk of their car to allow everyone to drop the chairs and coolers in, while Tai unearthed two bags from the other car that held dry clothes for the ride home. She handed one to Nat and kept the other for herself, calling for the girls to follow her up to the wooden building that held the stalls she'd mentioned earlier.

Laura Lee waved them ahead, opting to get Lottie changed in the car since there was no one else in the parking lot and the minivan was big enough to do it with the door shut.

"We'll take her for the ride back, also," she told Tai. Lottie was already on her way to being asleep again, head lolling against Laura Lee's shoulder.

Once they got to the building, Tai rifled through her bag for Van and Shauna's clean clothes.

"You two go get changed and come back here when you're done," she directed. "Akilah, hon, I think Nat has your clothes."

Nat nodded, holding up a bundle of purple and white.

"I've also got Jackie and Gen," she said.

"You take them and I'll handle the others?"

They split up and headed inside, herding the others along with them. Mari had discovered the push-button shower heads outside the building and had made up a game that seemed to mostly involve her getting Mel wet, which made Tai grateful for the dry towel she'd grabbed at the last second.

She draped the towel around Mel before bending once more to rummage through the clothing bag.

"It stinks in here," Mari observed, poking her head through one of the curtains to the change stalls.

"Sure does," Tai agreed. It was an unfortunate combination of sea salt and general bathroom smell, which made Mel pinch at her nose adorably. Tai finally found what she had been hunting for in the bag and handed Mari a bundle of clothes with a pull-up sandwiched between them, trying to make it seem casual. Mari froze when she realized, wrinkling her nose.

"I don't need this," she protested. "It's probably Mel's."

Mel blushed, shifting on her feet as she looked down. Tai sighed, pulling the blonde's dinosaur pajama pants out of the bag alongside a t-shirt and another pull-up, marked this time with racecars.

"No. It's yours," she replied bluntly, standing and tapping Mari on the nose. "It's just a precaution in case you fall asleep on the way home."

Mel disappeared into one of the stalls, seemingly having decided not to argue with Tai. Mari stood her ground, fixing Tai with a glower.

"I don't need it," she repeated.

"Maybe not," Tai shrugged. "But we're gonna wear it just in case."

Mari's face screwed up and she opened her mouth in what was sure to be a mighty wail before Nat rounded the corner with a freshly clothed Gen and Jackie. They were wearing matching sweaters and Nat had braided both of their hair back in the same style. Behind them, Shauna, Van, and Akilah were following along, also clad in their clean clothes. As they came up beside Nat, one of the curtains rasped and Mel stepped out in her dinosaur pants.

"Look," Tai pointed. "Everyone else is changed."

Mari clamped her mouth shut, quietly padding into a stall to change and Nat gave Tai an amused look.

"Little trouble?"

Tai sighed. "She's tired. We all are."

With Mari cooperating, they were done fairly quickly and got back to the car without any more complaining. Nat split off with Akilah at her side to hop in the other car, which already held a sleeping Lottie and Laura Lee at the wheel, paging through her book as she waited.

"Gen, you're up with me," Tai said, gently nudging the girl towards the passenger seat. Laura Lee had already set up the sick bucket they kept in the trunk, lining it with a few shopping bags since they'd used up their proper sick bags on the drive up. Gen's cheeks went a little pink, but she didn't argue, waving goodbye to Mel.

As Gen climbed into the car, the pout that had been forming on Mel's face deepened. She had been looking forward to sitting with Gen on the way home and despite not really being one to complain, she was clearly gearing up to tell Tai as much when Shauna jumped in.

"Mel, we can sit together in the back, okay? It'll be fun, we can play the license plate game," she offered, slinging an arm around Mel's shoulders. Tai nodded, relieved that Shauna was either feeling a little older she'd been earlier, or just a little less focused on one-upping Mari and more on the clear exhaustion of the others.

"Sound okay, Mel?" Tai asked.

The blonde nodded begrudgingly and allowed Shauna to help buckle her into the far backseat. Tai appraised the three that were left standing outside the car. She didn't want to stick Van in the way back, especially not since the redhead hadn't asked to sit with Mel as she normally would have and Tai was getting the feeling she was going to want to have Van close by. Mari in the back with Shauna sounded like a one-way track to an argument that Tai wouldn't be able to break up from the front and Jackie didn't like the backseat because it made her feel claustrophobic with its small windows.

"Can you three share the middle row?"

They all agreed quietly, clambering into the car without any argument and Tai slid the door shut behind them before hopping in the driver's seat, flashing Laura Lee a thumbs up through the window. She waited for them to back out before starting up the car, adjusting the mirrors as she did.

Almost as soon as the car had started moving, Mari dissolved into tears. They came on quick, as they tended to do when Mari was tired.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Tai asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl in the rearview mirror.

"Mari's crying," Jackie chirped.

"I hear that, honey," Tai replied. "Mar, what's goin' on?"

Mari's response was mostly unintelligible through her tears, which told Tai she was probably nothing more than overtired. She weighed the option of pulling over to quickly soothe Mari or just letting her cry herself out. Sometimes the girl was able to regulate herself, but after a few more minutes passed and Mari was still sobbing, Tai opted to ease the car into a gas station parking lot so she could address the situation a little better.

She popped the trunk and dug around until she unearthed one of the coolers, praying as she opened it that there would be a Mari-friendly drink inside. Luckily, a bottle of apple juice sat primly amongst the melting ice and Tai dumped half of it into a sippycup that she was pretty sure actually belonged to Mel. She hoped the dinosaur design would go unnoticed in the darkness of the car and held her breath when she handed it to Mari, smoothing a hand over dark hair as the girl took a sip.

The fact that she was drinking out of someone else's cup didn't seem to register with Mari and she calmed quickly. Beside her, Van was shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Do you need the bathroom, bud?" Tai asked, leaning over Mari to get a look at Van's face. The skin around her scars was irritated and raw, like she'd been rubbing at her sunburn. Van shook her head, confirming Tai's previous suspicions when a hand came up to paw at her cheek.

"'M hot," she murmured, whining a little when Tai reached out to stop her from messing with her skin. She pressed the back of her hand to Van's forehead, unsurprised when she felt heat radiating off of it.

"You're running a bit of a fever." She was speaking mostly to herself, but Jackie looked over at her wide-eyed. "It's just from the burn, Jackie. She's not sick."

Jackie relaxed back against her seat, giving Van's shoulder a tentative pat.

"Hang tight, baby," Tai sighed, pulling Van's hand away from her face again, pressing a quick kiss to her palm. There wasn't much she could do about the burn until they got home. She could hear Jackie saying something to the redhead as she slid their door shut, flopping back into her own seat to pull back out into the main road.

As they continued on, she peeked into the rearview a few times, relieved when Mari's head finally lolled back against the headrest, eyes shut as she dropped off into sleep. Van was gazing mournfully out the window, one palm pressed against the side of her face. Tai decided it was better than her scratching at it and didn't say anything.

"Mari's sleepin'," Jackie said in a stage whisper.

"Thanks, honey," Tai replied. "Let's try to keep it that way, alright?"

Mel and Shauna were talking softly in the backseat, but between the hum of the car and the calm music Tai was playing quietly, she figured Mari probably wouldn't wake up from it.

They managed to get onto the highway before Jackie's sweet voice reached Tai's ears again.

"Van's crying."

A tiny sob sounded from the redhead and Tai fought the urge to whip around, forcing herself to keep her eyes on the road.

"Buddy, what's up?"

Van didn't reply, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

"I got it," Jackie announced.

There was a bit of a shuffle as Jackie dug around in her blue backpack. She unearthed a little puzzle toy, handing it over to Van, who took it and stared down at it glumly. Her sniffling calmed as she fiddled with it for a few minutes before her tears picked up again and Jackie took it back gently.

Her crying garnered the attention of the two in the backseat and Shauna leaned forward, dangling a fidget toy over Van's headrest.

"Here, try this," she whispered.

Jackie took it and passed it to Van, relaying what they were doing up to Tai, who nodded silently. She was debating trying to make the rest of the drive single-handedly so she could reach a hand into the back for Van to hold, but she kept both hands clenched around the wheel as she listened to the others try to get Van to calm down. She flipped the A/C on low, hoping no one would complain about the car being a little cooler and that it might get Van to settle until they got home.

"Van, no—Tai, she's touching her face again," Jackie piped up, voice still somewhat hushed as she tried to be quiet for Mari's sake.

"Grab her hands," Shauna hissed.

"No, don't—" Mel cut in and Tai fought the urge to shout.

"Don't grab her," she shot over her shoulder, feeling a little ill-equipped to deal with the situation at hand. She wracked her brain for ideas, trying to ignore the hushed squabble that had broken out in the backseat alongside Van's pitiful sniffles. "You're okay, Van, it's alright. Stop messing with your face, okay?"

"It hurts," Van replied, voice small.

"I know. You probably don't feel so good, huh?"

"She's shaking her head," Jackie said.

"Thanks, Jax."

She kept one hand on the wheel as she reached carefully across the dash to pop open the glove compartment.

"Gen, can you find our audiobook in there?"

Gen rifled through the CDs, pulling out one with a purple cover. It wasn't the one Tai had been referring to, but she figured it would work the same. She directed Gen to switch out the music they were listening to for the book, turning up the volume as a calm voice started filtering through the speakers, reading the opening paragraph of a children's novel.

"Let's all try to relax, okay?" She directed this at the back of the car, strangely grateful for the mess of traffic that she slowed into. They came to a standstill, allowing her to turn around. She gave Van's knee a squeeze. "I know it hurts, but we'll be home soon."

Shauna was trailing her fingers through the ends of Van's hair, chewing on her lip nervously. As much as she could put up a front of not caring about the other girls, she got antsy when one of them was upset and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it.

"Try to focus on the story, buddy," she murmured as she turned around to face the road again. As they crept forward, she made sure to glance into the backseat every so often.

The audiobook had gotten to Jackie quickly and she was slumped against her window, backpack cradled in her lap like a teddy as she dozed. Mari was still fast asleep, sippy held loosely in one hand.

Van had calmed somewhat, still fussy and restless but no longer crying. Every time her breath hitched like she was about to start up again, Shauna would lean forward to press a hand to her chest, getting her to breathe slowly in the way that Van did for her whenever Shauna got really riled up.

Mel was quiet, not sleeping but staring tiredly out the window as she mouthed at the end of one of her braids.

Beside Tai, Gen was still, body relaxed as she gazed ahead into the sea of car lights. Nothing about her demeanor betrayed that she was feeling sick and Tai let out a slow breath, hopeful that the car would stay like this until they arrived home. The traffic dissipated fairly quickly and she eased her foot down on the gas, going a little faster than she normally might choose to go.

At some point, they'd been separated from Laura Lee and Nat's car and she kept herself awake by scanning the road ahead of her for the familiar vehicle. She was glad she had chosen that particular activity to occupy herself with because it allowed her to catch a flash red and blue out of the corner of her eye, slowing to just above the speed limit as they flew by a cop car hidden strategically in a turn-out. She eased off the speeding a bit after that.

She felt Van's foot thudding lightly at the back of her seat after a while, but she knew the redhead wasn't trying to be annoying. It was something she'd picked up from Nat, who had a habit of kicking gently at the back of Lottie's seat as she drove just to feel a little closer to the other girl when she wasn't able to turn and look at Nat.

Once they were off the highway, Tai took a hand off the wheel to reach behind her, allowing Van to grasp at it with both of hers. She rubbed her thumb over the back of one of Van's hands, pulling it back only when she needed both hands to make a turn.

Van made a little sound, but Shauna was quick to offer up her own hand for her to hold, eyes meeting Tai's in the rearview. She gave Shauna a nod in thanks, making a mental note to praise the other girl for helping out so much when she got the chance. Trying to whisper her thanks all the way into the backseat while half the car was asleep seemed like a recipe for disaster, so she kept her mouth shut as they wound through the back roads that led to their house.

She could see Laura Lee and Nat's car a ways ahead of them, her headlights illuminating the stickers on the back of the vehicle. She flipped off the GPS, choosing to just follow the other car through the dark—she was pretty sure she knew the way home at this point anyhow.

Gen perked up beside her as they rolled into their neighborhood and Tai felt about the same. She knew they had a bit of a task ahead of them with getting everyone into bed and all, but she was just glad to be home and not behind the wheel of a car any longer.

A few groans rose up as she pulled the key out of the car and the lights flickered on, prompting Mel and Gen to wake up slowly. Mari and Jackie were still solidly knocked out, while Van had unbuckled herself immediately and was restless in her seat as she tried to figure out a way to get out of the car without waking the girls on either side of her.

"One sec, guys," Tai said, beckoning to Nat for a hand. "We'll be inside before you know it."

To be continued!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry if you've already mentioned but what (re?)ignited your love of comics/x-men/cherik? curious because there are so many different adaptations of them

i think im gonna speak for a few (or a lot of) people when i say that TL;DR the wolverine x deadpool movie that came out this summer is what pulled me back into comics and i COULD leave it there but i will go into excruciating and unnecessary detail instead because i love an origin story and i love oversharing.

under the cut tho because im nice sometimes (there's also wxdp doodles in here. if you want to see that)

ironically (and probably commonly), growing up i was more of an avengers kid. Kinda. Loosely <- binge watched the cartoons and movies and read copious amounts of comics and fics and i am hoarding fanart in my old dresser as we speak ok 'loosely' is a modest lie.

embarrassingly i remember getting into discus cause of captain america LMAO so yeah needless to say i was a Humble Fan- me joining my school's comic class/club didnt help either (shoutout to my teach from that she was the realest one out there for. A Multitude of reasons). she definitely is was inspires me to even draw still and make comics and i often think bout the tips i learned from her class tbh she was great

back to the movies t and comics tho, i got into em because my brother would offer to take me and that's how we'd hang out (i rarely saw movies in theaters and i even more rarely went anywhere as a teenager. still kinda like that today tbh ooops) and yk. it just snowballed after that.

my brother and i have always liked comics- he just more than me for a while (though he still very much loves comics and As We Know From My Posts we still talk about them whenever i see him To An Exhausting Degree)

durin then i was really into stony and i have a few surviving doodles i made but those are between me and god. and anyone who asks tbh LOL

'snap can you make this related to x-men again this is long' ok so fast forward to This Summer again I Still Don't Really See Movies but my brother offered to take me and this was the first time i'd actually seen an x-men movie in full

as a kid i only remember seeing the 'perfection' scene between erik and raven in first class while i was channel surfing. pretty sure i changed the channel after seeing mystique naked cause i was scared my parents would get mad at me if they caught me watching it LOL

BUT MOVING ON As A Kid i think it's also natural you'll sometimes watch 92 if it's on And I Did though evidently it didn't stick too hard (i do remember really liking beast and gambit though.... still do really): my knowledge of x-men was. INCREDIBLY sparse. like diabolically so so i didnt have too much expectations (aside from the fact i vaguely liked deadpool beforehand).

tbh i dont know why my bro never took me to see any of the x-men movies. it's not like he doesn't Also like x-men (90% sure nightcrawler's his favorite but my brother will be caught dead saying he has absolute favorites like that)- he owns a bitch load of deadpool comics/omnibus sets too (of which ive read over the years and reread this year) but Shrug moving on

Much Like Most Of The Internet i fell down the rabbit hole that way. i have some doodles i made a couple days after seeing WxDP that i now have an excuse to throw at all of you Look And Perceive

and so. As I Do. i got curious and told myself i'd binge watch all the x-men movies the week before i went back to school And Then I Did ft. My Brother Sometimes and then i said i'd binge watch all of '92 and And I Did That ft. My Brother Sometimes But Less So and now we're here. currently watching Evolution...

once i got to school i realized i lived near a comic shop and started getting into the comics that way (the first ones i got since going down this rabbit hole was Magneto Was Right!, The Resurrection of Magneto, and The Trial of Magneto. if you were curious !!!!! clearly i didnt care too much about context i just needed to see My Guy jelvejlkvj i have no regrets and Evidently ive read more since)

i'm pretty sure what dragged me into cherik specifically was the fact i saw a clip of The Famous ending to 92 where erik's aghast at the notion jean even has to question his love for charles. i think that was what officially had me refocus my lens on them: not a single poolverine thought after that LOL (all the cherik posting i saw on twitter definitely helped too but that was the nail in the coffin for any other interests i had: i was locked into cherik and x-men in general now)

that clip specifically, i was surprised at the fact they- frequently even- have the x-men franchise say erik loves charles and vice versa so bluntly. even if it's not meant to be romantic, i fear im just a fan of how casually the word's thrown around with them two and i got tender bout it all. Then Yk. i just live for the drama. the hilarity even. the sincerity .... they make me sick if i think of them too long so im gonna end it here

before i go tho ironically enough, the first x-men issue i owned was This one (story a this is that while stuck in some wacko dimension charles accidentally gets himself trapped in logan's mind while utilizing his astral projection. if you were curious). pretty sure i got it for free with another comic set i got years ago since our old comic shop loved to do that, but it's poetic aint it. maybe ill doodle something referencing it..

i should probably look into finishing this arc someday im Dummy curious to even know how it started and how it ends.....

[v-v-void]

Hey Google, How do I show my kid that I'm not betraying him because I have a brother?

[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

10 | y/n and the groupies

ft. fem!reader & bachira, isagi, shidou, kurona (mentioned), sae, rin, kaiser, reo (mentioned)

cw. sex jokes

you thought the boys might be a little shy with you in the car, but if they were, they definitely didn't seem it.

your hand was glued to the door handle for support with bachira behind the wheel. he had a lead foot, pressing down on the gas when there was no one in front of him and slamming on the brakes when someone was. some rock song you weren't familiar with was blaring from the speakers, yet it did next to nothing to drown out the loud chatter coming from the backseat.

"i didn't even know hedgehog bites could hurt so bad! something so small shouldn't cause so much pain." isagi looked at his pointer finger and shivered. you smiled when shidou teased him for getting on pocari's bad side. when bachira caught the way your brows scrunched, he leaned toward you and said, "pocari is isagi and his roommate's pet hedgehog. well, technically, he's all kurona's, but isagi likes to play step-daddy—ow! hey, don't hit the driver!" you can’t miss the scowl isagi shoots at his friend. it sends you into a short fit of laughter.

“we’re almost there,” you hear shidou say from the seat behind you, and nod while flashing him a thumbs up. “sweet! my friend said he’ll be waiting outside for me.”

you’d asked the boys in advance if reo could join, and they were pleased to hear that they had some fanboys willing to show their support front row. bachira shook his head when he processed your words. “nah, have him park around back so we can all go in together. you said he’s a fan, right? maybe he’ll want an autograph!”

“jeez, humble much?” isagi groaned, ignoring the glare bachira sent him through the rearview. you smiled. “he would lose his mind if he saw you guys up close, let alone talk to you.”

“i’m not gonna lie, y/n,” shidou began, hand gripping the back of your headrest. “the effect this has on my ego is not good. it’s such a turn-on.”

“ew!” isagi pressed himself against his car door to get as far away from shidou as possible.

the rest of the ride was fairly peaceful, with bachira filling any silences with mindless chatter. you now know more about the history of dolphins than you'd like.

"we're here!" bachira cheered, pulling the car to a shuddering stop before parking. looking around, you spotted a bar a few buildings away and gasped when you realized it was chigiri and kunigami's. "hey, my friends work there!" you beamed, pointing pridefully at the little bar.

shidou stepped out next and appeared at your side. "i think we played there a few times when we were just starting out. cool place." you flashed him a smile and let the trio lead you into the club.

there were two men already backstage, and you quickly recognized by their matching teal eyes that they were the itoshi brothers—the drummer and bass player. they greeted you with matching, bored looks, but you waved anyway. "nice to see you again, sae. doing well?"

his lips quirked. "doing well. how's the apartment treating you?" you nodded, inviting him and his brother rin to movie night when the door slammed open once more, and a blond appeared. you raised a brow, but the second you spotted the smear of lipstick on his neck, you knew who this was. you fought the urge to sneer. "michael kaiser! it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

he looked you up and down in a way that made you feel scandalized, but once sae introduced you as y/n, he let out a chuckle. "the one who threatened to beat me with a broom, right?"

"i did not!" you totally did and shot a quick glare at isagi, bachira, and shidou for tattling on you to their bandmate. whatever else you wanted to say was wiped from your mind when your phone buzzed with a text from reo, informing you he'd arrived.

"my friend's here!" you announced to the group as you slipped between bachira and shidou to reach the exit. "good luck performing! i'll be cheering you all on." you didn't give them a chance to reply before darting around the corner to see reo.

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[runforthehillsbestie]

Sympathy For The Devil

Part 1 - we're gonna die

Pairing - Thomas Hewitt x Female reader

Read the story context and warnings here

He'd let you hitch a ride if you gave him a blowjob. An even trade, he said, reaching out the window of his pickup to brush a strand of your tangled hair out of your face. How he could even think of that when he saw a bloodied, limping girl with a black eye, you wouldn't know. But then again, you looked weak and vulnerable, and he didn't think to ask what had happened to you, or if that was your blood. His mistake.

You get in the truck.

He wastes no time, unbuckling his pants with one hand and driving with the other.

"You know what to do?" He asks, and you nod silently, running your sore tongue over your teeth.

You'd bitten it when your boyfriend punched you--now your ex by way of death. It's his blood that is soaked into your clothes, causing your shirt to stick to your skin.

"Well? Go ahead," the man says. "Earn your way. Suck me real good, and I'll even buy you dinner."

The thought of food makes your stomach rumble. Food, clothes, money. You hadn't thought of any of those things while you hauled your boyfriend's still-warm body to the river and let the rushing water drag him away. You can't go back home. Your father probably won't shoot you upon sight like vermin, but you're not entirely certain. No need to risk it. You paid a heavy price to get away from your family, and you're not about to go back now.

"C'mon," the man coaxes. "See, I even got it nice and hard for you."

"Keep your eyes on the road," you mutter, your voice coming out hoarse from all the screaming you did earlier.

"So you can speak! Will you look at that," he crows.

You lean down and take his shaft in your hand, angling it towards your mouth. The moment you slip the swollen head past your lips, he sighs contentedly.

"Yeah, that's it," he groans, rubbing your back before he lifts his hand to your hair.

You wince as he begins to tug, guiding you to take him deeper. You play along until his grunts and moans are loud enough to cover the clicking sound of the razor knife as you pull it out of the waistband of your shorts and extend the blade. It's tacky with your boyfriend's arterial blood. You hesitate.

How do I do this?

You learned quickly that it's harder to kill a person in real life than it is in the movies. Your boyfriend's screams echo in your mind, raising goosebumps on your arm. You palm the razor blade and wonder if maybe, you should leave this guy alone. After all, dinner would be nice...

"The fuck?" The man says, and you tuck the blade away and lift your head.

A massive tree has fallen on the fork in the road, blocking one side off. He doesn't seem to notice the way the trunk looks neatly sawed-off, as though someone used a chainsaw to cut it down.

"Shit, I'm going to have to call the long way through that fucking town," he groans, thumping the steering wheel.

"There's a town?" You perk up.

"It's abandoned," the man replies. "Nothin' out there but ghosts and wild animals." He wheels the pickup onto the dusty road and floors it.

You pass a rusty sign that says Welcome to the town of Fuller and whip by houses with broken, boarded-up windows and sagging porches. The late afternoon sun beams into your eyes as it begins to settle on the horizon.

"There's no need to go so fast," you tell him, but he only scoffs.

"Wouldn't want to be driving on this road in the dark. I've heard some stories. Hey, weren't you busy? Get back to it."

You shrug and lean down to revive his half-hard cock but before you can, something pops. The car skids, and the man curses and slams on the brakes. He pushes you away and yanks his pants closed.

"What the hell was that?" He says, jumping out of the truck.

It's a flat tire, you discover when you get out and join him.

He kicks the wheel angrily. "Now I got to change the damn thing. At least I have a spare." He pauses and gazes at you. "Hold on a minute, this is your fault, isn't it?"

You're not in the mood for games, so you level him with a hard stare. If he tries anything, you'll go for his throat.

"Those stories talk about hitchhikers that appear around these parts like some kind of bad omen. Plenty of travelers have gone missing after picking one of them up." He notices your hand lingering close to your hip. "What have you got there?"

"Nothing." You back away as he strides forward.

"Let me see," he demands, quickly escalating into shouting at you and threatening to leave you here.

You feel something black and ugly rising inside you, your lips curling into a sneer. He doesn't like that and lifts his hand to hit you. You put all your strength in your legs, ready to spring forward and bury the razor knife into his neck, when a gunshot goes off. He staggers backward, clutching at his shoulder, going pale with shock. He tumbles to the floor as blood pours over his fingers. A man appears on the side of the road, chuckling. That's when you notice the cop car tucked behind the bushes.

"Shame on you, raisin' your hand on a woman like that," he drawls and turns to you. "Sheriff Hoyt, at your service. You alright, Miss?"

You nod wordlessly. He has a sheriff's badge and a cream-colored hat resting over his bushy grey brows. His jaw works as he chews on something, spitting dark saliva against the ground as he saunters over to the man on the ground.

"Y-you shot me," the man stammers. "What the fuck, you shot me."

"And I'd say it serves you right! Think I didn't notice you blowin' through here going 80 in a 45, hmm?"

"Wha--" the man groans. "I'm bleeding."

"Put some pressure on it, wussy," Sheriff Hoyt says. "Both of you, in my car."

"But I need a hospital!" The man cries out.

"We'll get you fixed at the station." Sheriff Hoyt grunts. "Now get in, son, 'fore I put another hole in you. You too, Missy."

Your fingertips itch at the tempting thought of your razor blade tucked away in your shorts, but you eye the gun at his hip and decide now is not the time to be taking gambles. You get in the Sheriff's car, and he drives down the road. "M-my truck," the man says. "Someone'll come by to pick up that hunk of junk," Sheriff Hoyt says. There's nothing but the sound of the injured man's breathing and the squeak of the loose hinges of the doors. Sheriff Hoyt adjusts the review mirror, taking a long look at your chest. You haven't got a bra on, and the sticky shirt is abrasive against your nipples, making them perky.

"Aren't you a sight," he says. "Whose blood is that?"

"It's not mine." You cross your arms over your chest. "I thought this town was abandoned, Sheriff."

"Well, someone's gotta make sure the bikers and hooligans don't make a mess of this place," he says, spitting out the window.

In a few minutes, the Sheriff's car pulls up to a large farmhouse sitting amongst a graveyard of dusty cars and leaning barbed wire fences.

"This isn't the police station," the man mumbles, his speech slightly slurred, eyes hazy. "You said we were going to the station."

"Mae can fix you up good as any," Sheriff Hoyt says, getting out of the car with a grunt.

You watch as he comes around to the man's side and yanks open the door, leaning his hands on his knees as he leans down to look at the man. His eyes gleam with a sadistic cruelty you know far too well.

"Boy, you don't look too good," he says. "Let's get you inside. Tommy?! Come out here and help me bring in this poor sod."

Even though the man is almost delirious from blood loss, he can tell something is wrong. He begins to shake his head.

"Nuh-uh," he slurs. "I won't go in there."

Sheriff Hoyt plunges his thumb and pointer finger into the wound on his shoulder and swishes them wetly around. The man howls in agony. You push open your door and get out.

"There now, here's the bullet," Sheriff Hoyt is saying. "You'll be fine, quit your bawlin'."

The farmhouse is sitting on what was once a functioning farm, but now there's nothing but broken farming equipment and dry yellow grass. Your gut instincts have served you well so far, and you trust them. Right now? Everything in you is putting up warning flags and ringing alarm bells. You're in danger. It's instinct that causes you to start running, but you only make it a few feet before you bump into the biggest, burliest man you've ever seen. You catch a glimpse of black scruffy hair and dark eyes before something hits you hard on the head, and you slide bonelessly to the floor with spots in your vision.

"Tommy, you almost let her get away," a female voice is chiding. "One look at a pretty face and you lose your wits, don't you?"

You roll onto your back and find an old lady with a soft face and fluffy blond-grey hair peering down at you.

"Shhh," she says. "Go to sleep, hun."

It's not like you want to, but your head hurts and your eyes feel heavy, so you close them for just a moment. It feels like a few seconds pass before you open them again, but when you do, you're in a different location. A basement, maybe, because you can see stairs on the right that go up. Water drips persistently from a pipe nearby, and butcher knives and meat hooks hang from the rafters. Your shoulders are tight and burning with pain. You've been hung up by your wrists, the scratchy rope biting into your skin. Your toes are just a few inches off the ground. You hear the thump of footsteps and squeeze your eyes shut, pretending you're still passed out but peeking through your eyelashes.

It's the huge man you saw earlier, and he's got the pickup driver tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He has a mask that covers most of his face. It seems to be made of strips of leather with a hole in the middle, showing you a glimpse of his unsmiling mouth. You watch as he proceeds to tie the man's wrists together with a thick rope, tugging several times to make sure he's secure before he hangs him from one of the meat hooks just like you are. He screams as his shoulders take the brunt of his weight, and he seems to pass out again.

While you ache all over, most of the pain is gathering low in your belly. You realize you've started your period, of all things. It's often irregular, causing you to spend a day or two in complete agony as it tends to come up on you fast. You can tell from the warmth in your panties that you're about to soak right through. You let out a soft groan as your muscles clench up, and the man spins around to look at you. You flinch as your eyes connect with his. There's a primal hunger in them, like the eyes of an animal.

He lumbers over to you, gripping something laughably tiny in his hand. It's your razor knife. He twists it one way, then the other, looking at the blood on it. He prods your ribs and stomach, looking for the cause of the blood on your shirt.

"It's not mine," you croak, swallowing to try and wet your sore, dry throat. "The blood, I mean."

Not that blood, anyway.

You feel a trickle of warmth down your thigh, and since he's looking at you, he notices as well. His calloused fingers scrape against your inner thigh as he smears at the blood. It's warm, of course, and fresh. He lifts your shirt just high enough to check your belly, but other than the bruise on your side from your ex-boyfriend's boot, there's nothing to see. His thick fingers fumble with the button on your shorts. Finally, he yanks them down and they slide down your calves and catch on your shoes. You can't see, but you know your white cotton panties are crimson at the crotch. You can't see much of his face thanks to his unruly hair and that strange mask, but he seems confused.

"I've got my period," you tell him.

He doesn't seem to care that you're talking to him, his chin lowered to his chest as he stares between your legs.

You try again. "I'm menstruating?"

He tugs your panties off, and you cringe, unable to do anything other than hang there, your shoulders begging for relief and a big ball of pain in your belly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him hunker down, putting his face way too close to your intimate parts. He's still holding your razor blade. You're almost relieved when he reaches out with his empty hand, though that changes to dismay when he drags his finger through your folds, coating it in blood. You jump and squeeze your legs together, letting out a shriek when he smacks you on the thigh, a clear sign that he wants you to keep them open.

Your thigh stings, and your whole body trembles as you let yourself go lax again. He's still confused about where exactly you're bleeding from because you're clearly not injured. His thick finger prods between your folds, and when he finds a spot that seems to open up, he promptly pushes his finger in. You cry out in shock more than anything. He has his finger up in your pussy. It's thick and rough, simultaneously scraping and stretching your walls. You whine at the intrusion.

"Supper's in a minute!" Sheriff Hoyt calls, and you hear his footsteps clunk down the stairs.

"Cleanin' up your dolls?" He asks as he comes in, pausing as his eyes fall on the sight of the man crouched in front of you with his finger pressed into you.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation, and you look away, gritting your teeth. He grins.

"Well, well, would you look at that! Looks like Tommy's learned something new, haven't you, Boy?"

Tommy pulls his hand back, staring at your blood, which winds down his palm in a trail of red. Sheriff Hoyt whistles when he sees it.

"What, did you just pop her cherry?"

"It's period blood," you hiss angrily.

"Oh, Tommy doesn't know about that stuff," Sheriff Hoyt says. "Now's a good time as any for a lesson, I reckon."

He ambles closer, sticking his thumbs through his belt loops. "Why don't you go ahead and try that, son? Have a taste."

"No!" You splutter, queasy at the thought.

Tommy lifts his finger to his mouth and you hear a wet sucking sound as it disappears into the hole in his mask. He grunts.

"Whatcha think?" Sheriff Hoyt says, his gaze glued between your legs. "Does that taste good?"

Tommy nods, and Sheriff Hoyt laughs. "There's plenty more, son. All for the takin'."

"No," you whine, squirming in place. "Nooo. Stop!"

Tommy's hands, large and warm, clasp around your thighs. You try to kick him, but he pulls you close with a yank, kneeling on the waterlogged floor. His breath blows between your legs, and you freeze at his noisy, ragged inhale.

"There we go," Sheriff Hoyt says, rubbing the bulge in his pants as he watches. "Lookie, he's a natural!"

You shriek when you feel the material of the mask against your skin and a wet tongue probing against your pussy. It's a horrible, terrible sensation, dragging both a painful cramp and the slightest bolt of pleasure out of you.

"Stop," you whimper as you dangle.

Tommy ignores you and presses closer, his muffled breathing noisy and hot as he laps at your folds. His hands dig into your thighs to the point of pain, dimpling your skin, and he squeezes, sampling their softness. The pain in your shoulders is so overwhelming that when Sheriff Hoyt tells you to rest your knees on Tommy's shoulders, you do it without hesitation, moaning in relief as your shoulders get a break. This brute can lick you all he wants if it means you get to stay perched right there. Sheriff Hoyt is watching Tommy closely.

"Hold your horses, son, we can't have you bricked up at the table."

Tommy doesn't stop, and you jump when you even feel a slight aggrieved nip, like he wants to continue.

"Don't bite me there," you gasp. "Please."

"Thomas Hewitt!" Sheriff Hoyt shouts. "You stop that right now."

Tommy freezes. Slowly, he scoots back. You're unprepared to bear your weight and squeak when you jangle back down. Tommy rises to his feet, towering over the Sheriff. His hands open and close in loose fists. He could probably snap the Sheriff in half if he wanted to, but the shorter man looks unconcerned.

"Gotta learn some self-control," Sheriff Hoyt grunts and gestures to the stairs. "Come on up now. That filly ain't going nowhere."

Together they disappear up the stairs, leaving you in the dark. A few minutes later, the man on the hook stirs, letting out a bone-deep sound of pain as he wakes up. He raises his head and spots you hanging a few feet away, bare on the bottom. Now, when he looks at you, the only thing in his eyes is terror.

"We're gonna die," he rasps. "We're going to fucking die."

Part 2 - whatever it takes

@runforthehillsbestie

[orbitsaturn]

"actually?" "yeah, actually."

─ in which you accidentally bump (fall) into someone you might know in an indoor climbing gym

"his arms look really meaty..."

modern au! kinich x reader abt 2.1k words!

final part of part 1 this can be read as a standalone!

your user is sparkling toots in this fic

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"I'M DODGING I'M DODGING!!" you yell over the call, hastily pressing multiple keys and moving your mouse quickly. it's been a while since you played with your friend, almightydragonlord, yes, cheesy username. but still, you enjoyed playing with him as he makes everything easier, really, EVERYTHING easier. he helped you with your builds the first time you met him, albeit much to your refusal (felt insulted when his so-called lizard, 'ajaw' called your characters trash) (it was actually ajaw but you refuse to believe how a lizard can somehow spell out the words l o s e r).

anyways!

the only response you can hear from the other side of the call is loud typing, followed by a brief. "mhm" from the almightydragonlord. he's quiet, the only time he really speaks to you is when he's giving you constructive criticism or the rare times he chuckles when you die during boss fights. which you respond by angrily yelling at him.

"toots, behind you." snapping out of your thinking, you quickly dodge the incoming attack hurled behind your character by the boss you both were fighting. with one more quick setup from the almightydragonlord it was instantly over, the huge numbers brought by his characters becoming more and more like a regular sight for you. welp! at least your daily boss fighting is done for the day.

"dragonlord I'm gonna go now! i'll see you later?"

"mhm, see you"

"as curt as ever i see! bye!!"

and with that, you ended the call. pulling off your headphones and doing your daily routine to hang out with one of your friends later in the day.

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"hi mualani!" you waved enthusiastically to your friend who was at a distance. she also waved back with the signature smile that she boasts.

as you make your way towards her you feel a sense of suspicion by the seemingly mischievous smile on her face.

"guess what we're doing today!"

"what?"

"rock climbing!" mualani says, clapping her hands together eagerly.

"we're going rock climbing?!" you cried, quickly whipping your head to look over at the outfit you wore today, which was clearly not appropriate for some activity. furthermore, you've never rock-climbed before except for that time in elementary in the local playground.

wait.

you did have some experience in rock climbing. maybe you should just rely on your memories from your elementary school days! but that was years ago.. and your outfit might hinder you from movements that are essential for climbing.

"don't worry. i got some extra clothes in the back of my car." mualani winks upon seeing your worried demeanor "also it's indoors! so we won't be climbing on real rocks! haha!" she pats your back reassuringly.

upon hearing that you breath a sigh of relief. "oh thank goodness" you say dramatically clasping your hands together. you knew you'd actually be fried if it really was real rock climbing. after the brief chat you both share you quickly make your way to her car door, quickly sitting down and buckling up before the car starts.

always. remember. to. buckle. up.

was the mantra you always repeated before getting into a car when you were young. nowadays putting on the seatbelt was just muscle memory for you. whenever you get into a car you put on your seatbelt without thinking. a necessary habit honestly.

the ride was short, it only took a few minutes to arrive at the indoor climbing gym. funny enough you saw a car with the plate "drgnlrd" parked near the gym. who the hell names their license plate like that?! it's also the same name as the username your friend online has.

well, it's probably just a coincidence!

as you both head into the gym with no expectations whatsoever you were instantly baffled by the sheer height of the

fake rock climbing thingy?

you don't know what it's called but you do know you'll be able to conquer it. i mean, you weren't called the ruler of the playground for nothing! you were dubbed "sonic" by your peers back in elementary for climbing super fast on the rock climbing part in the local playground near your house.

it's safe to say you might be the best (worst) one in the room!

as you head your way to the changing rooms in the gym you notice a familiar figure high up on the rock.

"his arms look really meaty..."

"what are you looking at? let's go so we can climb sooner!" a voice from behind you quickly snaps you out of your thoughts.

oh my god. why were you even thinking about how some random dude's muscles look tasty?? get a grip!

as the both of you head inside you remember the time when almightydragonlord sent a video of him skydiving. yes skydiving, falling out of a helicopter type of skydiving. the area he was skydiving at looked really familiar too!

wait.

familiar?

as you retrace back to the video he sent you, the feeling of dread forms in the pit of your stomach.

lush green trees, tall hilltops, and the distinctive sight of saurians.

lush green trees...

tall hilltops.

SAURIANS?!

NATIVE TO NATLAN SAURIANS?!

HE LIVES IN NATLAN?!?

BUT YOU LIVE IN NATLAN TOO??

ugh! you even shouldn't be thinking about him when your supposed to be conquering the climbing wall soon!

"ugh.. let's not think about this today..." you grumble, quickly putting on the clothes mualani handed you earlier. as you make your way outside the room mualani is already there waiting for you,

"hi!! ready partner?" she smirks at you, dragging you to the rock wall (which looks even more intimidating close up) that you have to conquer.

gulp.

NO!! you can do this. you weren't called the ruler of the playground for nothing. you can conquer this. maybe think of it as a necessary level to beat! plus you have a harness attached to you right now! so you won't wall to your death if you fall. and! if the harness fails you know who to sue to get money.

with one more final nervous gulp, you start conquering (climbing) the wall. when you look up you already see mualani way ahead of you. oh dear, looks like you have a time limit to this level.

"wait!!" you cried, starting to climb the wall, with ease actually, this was way easier than you thought!

"heh. I might actually be the ruler of the climbing gym now!" as you smirk to yourself you notice some weird white powder on mualani's hands? "mualani, what's that stuff on your hands?" you yell out above, "oh! this is climbing chalk, it helps strengthen the grip of your hands if they usually sweat." she yells back.

sweat

sweat

sweat

you know that feeling when you're suddenly aware of how your hands produce sweat and it sweats right after? yeah, it's sweating right now when you realize your hands have the function to sweat.

"oh uh! that's fun" you reply nervously, the word 'sweat echoing throughout your head, the feeling of your sudoriferous (sweat) glands activating within your hands right now, it isn't mandatory to lather that white stuff when you're climbing, so it should be fine...

right?

yeah no, it's not fine you can feel your hands sweating right now, loosening your grip, BUT,

it's not mandatory to lather that stuff so...

"hellloooo!! up from above! hurry up!" mualani's voice snaps you out of your thoughts once again as you look up in response, "we're almost to the top y'know!" she yells making you realize that you were really high up.

and that makes you sweat even more.

but you prevail! you grab onto the next wall hold, and the next, but the feeling of your grip getting weaker every second was not concerning at all! (lie) but you were almost there! you're about to beat mualani and claim the title of the ruler of the climbing gym!

"watch i'm going to win," you say confidently, but in that moment your grip was already weak, weak enough to make your hand slip.

the last thing you see is mualani's shocked expression, followed by one of relief and confusion..?

...

..

.

a hand quickly snakes around your waist, making sure you don't fall to your inevitable doom.

"you good?"

a familiar voice brushes against your ear, your stomach dropping. a foreign feeling of heat rushing to your face due to embarrassment.

as you look at the person who saved you, you are instantly dumbified.

a beautiful mixture of green and orange meets your eyes, with long, thick, dark lashes that compliment the brightness of his orbs, creating a stark contrast that makes it difficult to look away.

wait.

beautiful amber green eyes with dark fluffy hair.

no way.

is he..?

"almightydragonlord?" you say breathlessly, staring at his face shamelessly.

"oh?" his arm unconsciously tightens around your waist, a look of surprise painting his face with the utterance of his online username. in a few seconds his face begins light up as he realizes your identity, "sparklingtoots?" a subconscious smile making it's way to his features, which in turn causes you to gawk even more at him.

oh dear. that smile is deadly.

"t-thank you?" you say confused, blinded by his smile. gosh, he was cuter in person, instead of falling to your death maybe you'll die by the brightness of that smile instead.

wait.

shouldn't you be falling right now?

you slowly look down at your waist.

a hand.

his hand.

the hand you complimented earlier without realizing it was him.

snaked around your waist to prevent you from falling, the proximity between you two was worse, your left side touching his right, his fingers gripping your waist tightly to secure you onto him, the feeling of his forearm around your stomach firm.

oh archons, he's built too?

"u-um, aren't you tired?! shouldn't you let go?! uh! I have a harness don't worry! and I must be heavy!" you say nervously, the close proximity between you two was not helping your conversational skills whatsoever!

"oh sorry, it was on instinct, I'll let go if you want to" he slowly releases his hold on you, careful to not make you drop unexpectedly.

wait, wait, wait, wait.

you're still really high up! you might actually faint if you start free-falling!

you instantly grab his hand, positioning it back on your waist again. "wait! actually please keep holding on, i think it'll be terrifying once i start swinging down." you look up at him, eyes that basically read, 'please don't drop me or else I might actually pass out.'

"you think i'd drop you without any warnings?" he looks at you confused, his hand keeping a firm grip on you once again to prevent you from falling. "i mean... you're carrying a full-grown person right now, so you might claim that you won't drop me on purpose but i don't know if your hand is gonna agree!" you say worriedly in response.

"don't worry i'm strong." he replies, trying to reassure your worries "do you see my pocket? there's some climbing chalk in it, use your hand to get some."

"uh, which pocket?! the front or back?"

"any."

you hesitantly reach into the front pocket of his pants, grabbing a handful of chalk which you quickly lather all over your hands. "now use one of your hands to grab onto one of the holds closest to you" he instructs, which you quickly follow. as you grab onto a yellow hold and then grab onto another one until you are free from his hold, you realize just how much your grip has improved, that you should've just slathered on some climbing chalk before you started climbing to prevent this whole fiasco from happening...

"thank you! um, almigh-"

"kinich."

"oh! thank you the almighty dragon lord kinich!" you tease. in response, he lets out a brief chuckle that you've always heard on the calls you had together.

"i didn't know you lived in natlan!" you exclaim, slowly making your way down the wall. "i thought you knew?" he replies confused, keeping watch of you to make sure he'll catch you before you fall again. "shhh.. i know you sent me that skydiving video months ago but i just realized until today! also, do you do that stuff often..? i mean... you had no hesitation jumping off the helicopter!" you ask him in curiosity, it's strange! most people would hesitate for a bit before jumping off! but this dude didn't even look worried at all!

"oh yeah, i do a lot of stuff like that, like bungee jumping, mountain climbing, sky di-"

"HUH?!" you look at him in disbelief. is he one of those adrenaline junkies?!

"i know most people are shocked, but I find extreme sports enjoyable." he says, looking at you with a gentle smile.

oh dear, you don't think you'll get used to that smile anytime soon.

as you both make your way down, you learn more about the almightydra- kinich, how his lizard ajaw was really the one who made the nasty comments about your characters (which you still don't believe), and how many extreme sports he does, which was a lot. and mualani also descended down quickly to make sure you were okay! as you near the start of the climbing wall you swear you're gonna kiss the ground once you make it back down.

"oh my archons." you collapse on the floor, heaving a sigh of relief, at least you know now to make sure you have emergency climbing chalk in your pockets... you really should invest in some if you're planning to climb more in the future...

as you are laying down on the strangely comforting gym floor you feel a cold object against your forehead. "are you free after this?" a voice above you says as you look up to see kinich leaning over you, water bottle in hand, pressing it against you. just as you were about to respond you were quickly cut off by another voice above you. "yeah she's free!" mualani chirps above you, giving a thumbs up to kinich which she then looks down to wink at you. "I'll be going now. make sure to tell me everything after," who then looks down to whisper at you, giving you a mischievous grin before walking away.

kinich then drops down beside you, turning his head to face you.

"lunch with me today?" he asks, which in turn you grin, "are you asking out on a date? the almighty dragon lord kinich! asking me out on a date! can you believe it?!" you tease,

"and what if i was?" he responds, his amber-green eyes meeting with yours.

"h-huh? actually?" you say surprised, taken aback by his forwardness. you knew he was curt but you didn't expect it to translate over to real life! "yeah, actually." he stands up, offering his hand to you. you grab his hand as he helps you stand up before facing him.

"also, don't worry, i don't do extreme sports with my car." he flashes you a grin.

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A/N!! OH MY GOSH HELLO EVERYONE. thank u all for the support from part 1, I hope you guys liked this one as much as the previous one!! I tried really hard to not make kinich ooc... (I hope I didn't..) I looked up his lore and stuff and found out he liked doing extreme sports! and the skydiving from the previous one I wrote was pretty unexpected BUT!! akshually (nerd emoji) "As a core member of the Scions of the Canopy tribe, Kinich is fond of extreme sports, and is said by his companion K'uhul Ajaw to have plunged headfirst off a cliff and lived to see it (LIKE!! THATS BASICALLY SKY DIVING!!)" quote the genshin wiki!! anyways I hope you enjoyed reading this.HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT!!

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 17 Protect You (Mina, Feat. Sana, Dahyun)

You slowly fall asleep when you are thinking about Nayeon, Jihyo, and Momo.

When you wake up again, you see Mina is making the alarm for you as usual. It's a new week already, you gonna back to work.

"Thank you Mina." I caress her cheek, and let her continue.

'Morning boss.' Mina smiles at your compliments and continues her work.

You put your hands on her head, slowly guiding her movements. Mina is now licking the rod.

'Are you feeling better at the weekend, boss? I was so worried last time.'

"I'm feeling better Mina. You might want to hurry Mina, we need to get to work."

'Minari is glad that boss feel better, Minari will hurry up.' Mina focus back on your tips, she licks it a while and start swallow your whole cock again.

'OH, Mina, you always do a great job, I am happy to have you as my secretary.' You moan Mina's name due to the pleasure.

'Thanks for the reward, boss. Minari will try to make boss cum sooner next time.' Mina swallows all of your cum and helps you to wear the clothes.

Jihyo and Dahuyn still haven't wake up, so you two leave after breakfast directly. You Starr at Jihyo's room before you leave, and it is noticed by Mina.

'Still fascinating about Miss Jihyo's tits, boss?' Mina caresses your cock when she gets on the car.

"That’s not it Mina. Let's just make sure we're ready for the day." I say as I drive to work.

'Boss, I see the way you look at Miss Jihyo's room, you want more than her tits I can tell.' Your cock is hard again by Mina's touching, she frees it from your pants and start jerking you off.

'Boss, please don't tell to Minari, I can see you are telling lies, Minari wants to help boss, for everything.'

"You can help me in the office Minari, I need to relieve some stress. You'll be getting a lot more than breakfast. So just hold on."

'I'm hungry now, Boss.' Mina bends down and start sucking you while you are driving.

'Miss Sana must want to share boss with Minari when we back to the office, Minari wants some private time with boss.'

'If Boss doesn't want Miss Jihyo's tits, maybe boss can play with Minari's.' Mina unbutton her shirts and show you her tiny tits.

"Mina, I can't drive and play with you at the same time. Let me find us somewhere quiet."

Mina gives you a thumbs up but doesn't stop her mouth, still sucking your cock. Worrying you may crush the car, you just park at a secret place that no one will disturb you.

You adjust your seat and enjoying Mina's blowjob, which you use one of your hands to play with her tits.

'So horny today, Mina?'

'Minari is always horny for boss.'

“Maybe we should spend a day making sure you get all the cum you could ever want." I say as I push Mina's head down. "You're so good to me Mina, I love you."

Mina does not resist, she allows you to push her head deeply to your base. Mina starts choking as you reach her deep throat, but she signals you she is all good and tell you to keep going.

'OH, Mina, such a nice mouth...' You raise your head as the sensation is too much.

As my left hand moves her head my right plays with her nipples, flicking and pulling them.

Mina is more excited as you tease her nipple, she moans even with a dick in her mouth. 'Umm...ummm... ummmm!'

But maybe she is too excited, she starts choking again, she hammers your thigh, wanting you to let go.

I'll let her go and cup her cheek. "Minari is struggling today isn't she?"

'Minari has disappointed boss, sorry.' Mina looks down while she is breathing heavily.

'What does Boss want for compensation?' Mina strokes your dick and grabs your hands on tits, want to keep your excitement.

I move Mina onto my lap, "I think you know what I want Mina."

Mina shyly nods and starts riding you. 'Ah, Minari will make sure boss feels good this time.'

Mina guide your hands to her tits again. 'If you can't play Miss Jihyo's tits for now, use Minari's. Minari will help boss to get Miss Jihyo.' Mina says this before she leans her head to kiss you.

I'll push Mina down while I thrust up. "But I already have you Minari." I start fucking Mina at a good pace soon afterward, kissing her nipple and lightly biting them.

Mina pushes your head toward her chest, she raise her head, enjoying your gentle bite to her nipples. 'Boss, Minari really loves you.' Mina says in a light sound which you cannot hear.

Mina tenses her pussy, making it tighter and you are happier for every thrust.

I bounce Mina on my cock faster driving her toward her orgasm. "I know you want to Cum Mina. Do it."

'Ah, boss, Minari wants boss to cum with Minari.' Minar rides you faster as her orgasm is near. Mina looks right into your eye before kissing you again.

As we kiss, we both orgasm. I fill Mina's pussy with my cum. As we relax i kiss her neck. "We should hurry along now."

Mina raises her head, and let you mark hickeys on her, she just moans when you do it. 'Boss is right, maybe we should continue in office.'

Mina helps you tidy up before you restart the driving, she slowly caressing her belly, feeling your cum inside.

Once we arrive to the office I send Mina in first and wait for a couple of minutes before walking in.

Mina kisses you before she leaves the car. 'See you later, boss.' You wait a couple minutes before going up.

'Having a nice weekend with Mina, boss?' Sana smirks at you when you walk past her seat. 'I wanna join too.'

"Why don't we spend a day at your place instead?" I whisper back before continuing to my office.

'I did send you the invitation, but you reject it.' Sana slap your ass before you go. 'I will find you later, boss.'

You return to your room and see Mina is tiding your desk.

I come up behind Mina, my hands grabbing her tits. "Why are you cleaning my desk little Minari? You know we're just going to make a mess again." I start kissing the back of her neck, and start undoing her shirt.

Mina relax and let you take the initiative, 'Boss, Minari haven't finished yet, can you wait a while?'

But Mina's hands do not stop, it going down and jerks your dick without removing your trousers, soon your have a bulge.

I start tugging at her skirt. "I want to fill you up with more cum Mina, don't you want that too?"

Mina helps you to remove her skirt and panties, she is now fully naked and she put her upper body on the table.

Mina spilled her cilt for you, the cum is slowly dripping out, she gets some of it and tastes it. 'Boss, Minari needs more.'

I waste no time and thrust into Mina. "I'll make sure to give you all the cum you want Mina." I caress her ass as I thrust quickly.

You take Mina from behind and your desk soon becomes messy again. 'Boss, Minari will clean it again, later, ah.'

Mina use one of her hands to grab the table, making sure she is balanced; her another hand goes backwards, pushing you to thrust faster. 'Minari like this so much, boss.'

"I like it too Mina." My cock has become slick with her juices as I continue thrusting into her. It's allowing me to thrust faster and harder, and I give Mina all that I can. I even spank her ass until it becomes a deep red.

Mina moans as you spank her, she grind her ass with you, increasing the friction you thrust in everytime, her pussy is becoming tighter, she is going to cum.

'Boss, Minari is cumming, faster please!' Mina's hand is pushing your hip faster, her ass also moving backwards at the same time.

I follow her orders thrusting faster, "Let's cum together Mina. I'm going to cum inside."

'Um, um, ahh...' Mina stops her moan when she reaches her peaks, you shoot the third time of today in her, Mina's body jerks when you cum in her.

You move to your chair without pulling out, Mina sits on your lap. You slowly wipe the sweat on her forehead, admiring her beautiful side profile.

I pinch her nipples and kiss her neck, "You're one of the most beautiful women in the world Mina. Can you keep going?"

'Only one of them?' Mina pours her face, also raising her head and pushing you harder to her neck.

'Minari always ready for boss, just tell me what you want, tell me what you need, ahhh... Minari will be there for you.' Mina's breathe go heavier as you are pinching her nipple.

I bounce her softly on my cock for a few seconds while I think. "Then how about we have some fun with your ass Mina?"

Mina shyly nods and rides you one more time before she eventually stands up. Mina strokes your dick a few times before sitting back, this time aiming her asshole, slowly putting it in.

'Ah... it's tearing me apart.' Although your cock is lubricated by Mina's sauce, Mina's ass is too tight, she is slowly adopting it.

Meanwhile you hear someone knocking on the door.

'It must be Sana.' You say to Mina

'Miss Sana could wait, boss.' Mina caresses your cheek. 'Enjoy Minari's ass first.'

"Mina what if it’s someone else? We should be careful."

'OK...' Mina is unwilling to let you go, but she obeys your order. She gets up and allows you to answer the door.

You wear back your trousers and walk to the door. It's Dahyun knocking at the door. 'Surprise? Oppa. Can I come in?'

"Not now, Mina is still helping me clean the room up Dahyun" I say through the door while looking at Mina to silently tell her to get dressed. I quickly open the door slightly and and step out, closing the door behind me. "What's with the sudden visit?"

'You know I am finding jobs right oppa? I come for interview today, haha.' You only notice that Dahyun is wearing suit today.

'Can oppa show me where I should go?' She hands you her phone and shows the address of the venue. It's no good, it seems the interviewer is Tzuyu's boss.

"How about you work for me? I could help arrange something, this position you're applying for is with someone I don't want you around. Please Dahyun let me do this for you."

'Come on, Oppa. I am not children anymore, I have my own route to go, and I can't always rely on you, right? I will find the way myself, see you later, Oppa.' Dahyun takes back her phone and turns around to leave.

I grab her arm "Dahyun please, he's the type to harass the women under him. I don't want you to deal with that. I know you're not a child anymore, but I still want to protect you. What's it going to take for me to convince you? I'll do whatever it is."

'Oppa, if you don't like your colleague you don't need to tell me his bad things, just trust Dubu, ok? I can get the job without your help, I will prove it. Oppa, you don't need to convince me, just trust me please.'

Dahyun looks at her watch, 'Not much time left, oppa. I will meet you at lunch, ok?' Dahyun then leaves before you say anything.

Mina comes out from the room when she saw Dahyun is left, 'Why your sister will come, boss? Did she notice Minari is with you, boss?'

"No, she's meeting with the old man from last time." I rush towards Sana to tell her to visit the old man's department and watch over Dahyun. I explain that Dahyun is my step sister and I don't want anything bad to happen to her. If she can do that for me I'll do what she wants for a day.

'OK, no problem, boss.' Sana stands up and is ready to go for Dahyun.

'If that old man wants to fuck me, should I accept it?' Sana looks you playfully.

"Don't you dare, but thanks Sana. I really appreciate it."

'You can check it later yourself.' Sana leaves, you return to your room and wait nervously.

'Boss, Miss Sana is smart enough to handle it, don't worry.' Mina massaging your head while you two are waiting.

"Yeah you're right, she is. I just have to wait. Why don't you get back to work for now Mina. It'll do me no good thinking about it."

'Boss, Minari don't wanna leave you alone...' Mina stands in front of you and cup you cheek. 'Minari wants to help boss.'

"I'm not in the mood to continue what we were doing. How about we go out for lunch then? We'll pick something up for Sana and Dahyun too, just in case."

'Minari just wants boss to be happy.' Mina keep holding your head and kisses you.

'I'm back, oppa... Oh, sorry for interrupting.' Dahyun standing at the door. Mina blushes and rush out of the room.

"How did it go?" I ask without missing a beat.

'So far so good everything.' Dahyun sits opposite you. 'I guess I can get the job, but someone come in during the interview, the girl tells something to the interviewer and then I was told to leave, so strange.'

'How about you, oppa? Who is that girl? Does Nayeon eooni knows?'

"You mean Mina, She's my secretary. She's been helping me deal with everything lately. Work and regular life."

'Your secretary? Would a normal guy kisses her secretary?' Dahyun is ignited by your answer.

'It all starts before you break up with Nayeon eooni?'

"After Dahyun, she confessed her love after I broke up with Nayeon. She spent the day I broke up with Nayeon watching me cry."

'You have accepted it then? Please tell me you didn't.' Dahyun low down her head and ask. 'Nayeon eooni would be sad if you move on that quick.'

'I don't want my chance leaves before I can catch it.' She whispers to herself.

"Not exactly, but we're getting there. She's probably going to ask something soon."

'Can you not accept her, at least for now, Oppa?' Dahyun raises her head, seems she has made up her mind. 'Please?'

"I suppose I can try but I can't guarantee anything. Dahyun how about we go out to dinner after work, celebrate your effort."

'Having dinner with you is good, but I am not receiving an offer yet, will the celebration be too early?' Dahyun not so sure.

Sana enters your room at the same time, 'Hello, boss.'

"Hello Sana, I haven't seen you today. Have you met my step sister Dahyun?" I say hoping that Sana catches on to the fact I want to make it seem that I had no part in her going to Dahyun's interview.

Sana knows what you mean, she pretends she knows nothing. 'Oh, you are Dahyun, such a cutie. Boss always mentioned you, Dahyun comes to cheer up your Oppa today?'

'No, I am coming for interview today.' Dahyun shyly answers.

'I am glad to hear that, hope you can work here too.' Sana pat Dahyun's shoulder, encouraging her.

'But for now, I have something need to report to Boss, would you mind come back later, Dahyun?'

"Dahyun, we'll talk later. We can get dinner, spend sometime together." I say as I usher her out of the room. "What do you have to report Sana?" I ask as I close the door and turn around.

'Of course, about your dear sister, boss.' Sana put her hands on your chest, and whispers in your ears.

'Or you wanna check have I let that old man fucked me first.'

"Tell me what happened with Dahyun, Sana. That's my priority."

'Of course, Dahyun is safe from that old man, you can see it right?' Sana sits on the sofa.

'I didn't directly involve in it, instead I have used Tzuyu, don't you remember that girl?'

"What exactly did you do?"

'We know Tzuyu has a high influence on her boss, so I make a deal with her, if Tzuyu can stop her boss to approach Dahyun, you will get her in your team, but I didn't say the time, it could be now, it could be when she graduates next year.'

'I told Tzuyu to seduce her boss, and let him know if Tzuyu is no longer the only woman in their team, he won't get anything from Tzuyu again.'

'Does Sana satisfy you, boss?'

"Well you did a good job Sana"

'But how to get Tzuyu in our team is something you should handle yourself.' Sana smirks.

'Is it time for my reward now?'

"Do you want it now? Or would you rather get a Saturday all to yourself?" I ask her as I put my hands around her ass.

Sana holds your hand to grab her ass harder, and blow hot winds in your ear. 'Why not both, boss? Do you sure you can hold on?' Sana then start kissing your neck.

"I can always hold it in, so choose wisely."

'Then maybe I should keep it for the weekend, remember what you promise me, ok?' Sana leaves a hickey before she leaves the room.

'And, don't let Mina know, Dahyun too.'

"Yeah, yeah." I start to clean things up and finish the day. I send a message to Dahyun asking where she wants to eat.

[nikamuhlsrealwife777]

After that absolutely masterclass by the one and only Azzi Fudd, I think this means we should get an Azzi fic 👀

Keeping it simple and just her and her gf celebrating her domination in that game and her gf being so freaking proud of her

ALL MY GHOST - A.F.

yet again guys....if it's not good let me know

For our princess, Azzi, cause she cooked today

"UCONN UPSETS SOUTH CAROLINA IN A BLOWOUT GAME," I couldn't believe my ears. UConn really just played like their lives depended on it, and it gain them a win. The shouting, the upsetting groans, it was a thrilling experience I didn't think I was gonna experience...ever.

"Oh my God! We did it!" Azzi pulled me into a hug over the bench she had been sitting. Laughing aloud, I hugged the girl back. The energy radiating off the girl and the team.

"Baby, you need to go celebrate with the team...not me."

She shakes her head, nuzzling it further into my neck, "but I wanna celebrate with you."

I sigh, "Azzi...."

"Yes, my love?" Her eyes meeting mine, playing innocent.

"You know what."

"Fineee...but I wish we could go back to the hotel....cuddle...maybe throw in a movie while I read my book," I laugh as her eyes light up.

"And we'll do that...after you spend some time with Paige," I noticed the blonde making her way towards us, "speaking of the devil."

Paige scrunches her face up in disgust, wrapping an arm around Azzi. Pulling the girl away from me a bit. "First of all, I am an angel...not a devil. Second, why are you holdin' the people's princess back from her team, y/n/n? Like, girl, come on!"

Rolling my eyes, I snap back, "sorry your best friend would rather hang with me....guess I'm just better."

Paige's turn to roll her eyes, Azzi's never leaving mine, "whatever, bruh...can I steal your girlfriend for like two minutes?"

Azzi's eyes plead for me to say no, but that didn't matter to Paige. She would've taken the girl anyway.

"Sure...just don't keep her too long...I wanna have my fun with her too."

The blonde's eyes widened, "aye yo....chill out there."

Blushing, Azzi laughed, "P....get your mind out the gutter. We're just gonna have a movie night."

"Sure....almost 30 point game and watching movies is all you're gonna do....right," The curly haired girl shoved Paige playfully. Sending the blonde back, her raising her hands in surrender before walking back with the team.

"Yeah....I wouldn't wanna wear you out of course," she slapped my shoulder, "ow!"

"I need you to stop being a flirt," she took a quick look before leaning in to place a soft peck to my lips, "You might make Paige jealous."

"Good," a smirk played on my lips, "cause she's missing out."

She rolled her eyes, "wait for me by the exit, okay? Oh, we should totally grab something to eat on the way to the hotel too."

I snicker, "you got it, princess."

She leaned in for another quick kiss, running off into the locker room with the rest of the Huskies.

After about 20 minutes, I get a message, Azzi was on her way out. Waiting by the doors, I watched as the girl made her way through the hallway. Her smile was bright, her laughter was warm, she made me forget about everything else in the world. Everything bad or good. The only thing I knew was Azzi.

"Hey babe," kissing my cheek, I intertwined our hands.

"Hey baby," Paige let out a loud gag before sprinting off, "I don't even have to flirt to make her jealous."

"Whatever...I was thinking...."

"What were you thinking?"

"What if we stopped and got a pizza," I nod, "then, we run to Barnes and Noble."

"And why do we need to go there, Az?" I tilted my head, knowing what the answer was going to be.

"Since I had such an amazing game....maybe you could buy me a book?"

I laughed, "you got it, but that's totally a princess move."

"And I'm proud of it," she held her head up high, soft chuckles falling from both of us.

The car ride was nice. We listened to whatever she wanted to play, we stopped by Barnes and Noble to buy the book she was wanting,.we grabbed drinks from Dunkin, and finally stopped to get pizza before heading back to the hotel. I sat down the box before throwing myself on the bed. A small laugh fell from Azzi's lips.

"I'm so tired," I whined.

"You're tired? Baby, I'm the one who literally played a game," a teasing tone dripped from her voice.

"I get your tiredness... we're just connected or something," a laugh escaped her again.

"What happened to movie and cuddles though," I could hear the pout in her voice, my head snapped to look at her. Her lips out in a pout, her eyes wide.

I jump up, pulling Azzi into me, before falling back in the bed, "then come lay with me!"

"Y/n!"

Without fighting, she just let me hold her. Her arms tighten around me, her head resting on my chest. I knew I loved her, I always had, but something about this moment felt different. It was so easy yet so charged with emotions. I didn't know what to feel.

"I love you, princess," mumbling the words against her hair, placing a soft kiss afterwards.

"I love you too, y/n/n."

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 12 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, clubbing, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk, strangers turning violent, violence

❥ A/N: had some inspiration so i went with it! Enjoy 💕

"Girl, he did what?!"

You shush your coworker, laughing as you finish a drink and call out the customer's name, placing the drink on the counter.

"Don't make a scene," you scold her, smiling shyly.

"How do you expect me to not make a scene when—" she glances around before leaning in to whisper, "When your super hot boyfriend made you cum like it was nothing?!"

You shush her again, pulling her to the side of the coffee bar that was closer to the wall, away from the customers.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?! Y/N, when was the last time somebody made you feel that way?" You stare off into the distance for a moment, thinking before you shrug. "See?! This is a huge deal! You don't have to rely on a vibrator anymore because you've got a man who can do that for you. Plus! He prioritizes your pleasure which is rare." She grabs your shoulders, staring seriously into your eyes. "Do not take him for granted, Y/N. Treasure that man until he's useless to you."

You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as the door chimes. You toss your hair to see who entered the cafe, and you smile.

"Hey, Guy."

"Hey," he says with a smile, holding up a bouquet of flowers, your favorite kind.

"Aww, Momo, you didn't have to do that."

"'Momo'? Where'd that come from?" You pause, grasping your hands together, suddenly nervous.

"Do... do you not like it? I thought it would be a cute nickname..."

He huffs, smirking and shaking his head.

"You're adorable, you know that? Momo? That's so cute. You're so cute."

"I hate how cute you two are," your coworker chimes in, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. You giggle, reaching for the flowers and taking them from Mohammed.

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, she is," your coworker speaks up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to a club on Saturday with a group of friends."

Mohammed's face falls, suddenly gloomy and solemn.

"Oh… Well... I hope you have fun."

"Well, hold on," you turn to Liz. "You said that our partners could come along too." She shushes you quickly, leaning in.

"I wanted to see if he was gonna try and stop you from going. You know, you gotta test partners on these things to make sure they aren't controlling."

You roll your eyes, looking back at Mohammed.

"You can come along, Guy. Brittany is bringing her boyfriend, and Sara's boyfriend might come too."

He perks up a little bit, giving a soft smile.

"I'd like that, if you wouldn't mind." He looks at Liz, who shrugs.

"I guess I'll allow it." You and Guy snicker as Liz smiles. "But!" She raises a finger. "You can't get in the way of me and my girls. We're gonna have fun whether you like it or not, so don't try to stop us. We're gonna drink and shake our asses and have the best time."

"Understood. As long as you don't try to hook her up with anyone, I'm good."

"What kind of girl do you take me for? I expect all my friends to be faithful. If they're not, they're getting cut off."

Mohammed looks at you, pointing at Liz.

"I like her more and more every day."

"You better, because this girl right here is stuck with me until we die," Liz says, nudging you. You giggle, nudging her back and giving her a smile.

"So when should I pick you up? Or do you want to meet there?" You and Liz share a look, thinking.

"Were we gonna Uber?" you ask.

"Only if Brittany and Sara chip in, but they might wanna drive on their own."

"How are you gonna get home? I thought you wanted to get drunk."

"I do... Maybe I'll just get a ride home? Or maybe I can drive to your place and we can carpool and then I can just spend the night?"

"Hey," Guy speaks up, and the two of you look at him. "I don't mind driving you there, or driving you home. There's room in my car."

"Really?" she asks, leaning against the counter. "You wouldn't mind?" He shakes his head and Liz smiles, looking at you. "I think you've got yourself a keeper, Y/N."

"Can I borrow this lipstick?" Liz asks, holding up a small lipstick container.

"Only if you help me choose what to wear."

Liz tiptoes over in her heels, looking over the outfits you pulled out of your closet. She hums, glancing over each of them before picking up a little black sequin dress.

"This is bodycon, right?"

"Mm-hm." She hums, handing it to you.

"Try it on. Let me see how it looks."

You take the outfit, going to your bathroom and undressing. You shimmy the dress on, looking yourself over in the mirror before walking out.

"How's it look? I don't think it looks good with a bra." She leans on one foot, pushing out her hip, twisting her mouth.

"Do you have a strapless bra?" You sigh.

"Yeah, but I hate it. I constantly have to readjust it."

"Try it on anyways. It might make or break the dress." You huff, grabbing your strapless bra from your dresser before going back to the bathroom. You switch your bras, adjusting your breasts before pulling the dress back up, going back to your bedroom. Liz glances over you.

"Mind if I move things around a little?" You nod and Liz steps forward, tugging the dress down to reveal your bra. She tucks your breasts closer together, pulling the bra up a little before replacing the dress. She steps back, nodding.

"Better. You gotta show off that cleavage, girl. Show your stuff." You roll your eyes but smile. She motions for you to spin around. "Do a bend over test." You turn your back to her, bending over slow before finally reaching towards the floor. "Looks good. No undies in sight."

You laugh, standing back up and going to the vanity.

"Should I do lipstick or lipgloss?"

"You gonna be kissing your man?" she asks and you nod. "Then gloss. It's sticky but at least he won't have a bunch of lipstick all over him."

"Good call." You grab your favorite gloss, slathering it over your lips and rubbing them together, puckering your lips for the mirror. You stand up straight, taking your lipgloss with you as you find a matching purse and heels. You start to gather your things—lipgloss, your phone, your wallet, your apartment keys—when the doorbell rings.

"Oh, can you get that, Liz? I need to put on some perfume."

"Got you, boo." She leaves the bedroom, going to the front door and answering it. You hear voices as you spray yourself in a sweet and fruity perfume. You put on your heels, doing a once over in the mirror before walking out to the living room, smiling when you see Mohammed. Liz stops talking to him and looks at you with a smile, his gaze following hers. He was smiling, but it drops when he sees you, eyes roaming your body.

"Hey," you say, smiling and biting your lip. He doesn't say anything, and Liz nudges him.

"C'mon, dude. Compliment her."

"I—" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, looking sheepish. "You—wow, Y/N... you look fucking stunning."

"Aww, thank you!" You do a little pose, which makes him smile.

"Now, don't freak out when we go to the club and people stare at her," Liz says, moving towards you and putting an arm around your waist. "She is gorgeous and other people are gonna see that and you're gonna have to deal with it." He takes a deep breath and sighs, giving a small nod.

"Yeah, I know. I hate it, but I know."

"As long as you accept it and don't do something stupid."

"Oh my god, he's so protective," you chime in, putting your hand on Liz's shoulder. "When we first started going on dates, we went to the movies and long-story-short, this boy was talking to me and Mo got defensive and told him I was taken—"

"Oh my god, please don't—"

"—and he basically scared the shit out of this teenager!" You and Liz start laughing while Guy rubs a hand over his face, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, we're done teasing!" Liz says, stepping forward and patting Guy's arm. She glances between the two of you. "Everyone ready to go?"

"Hell yeah! Let's go get drunk!" You and Liz cheer, while Guy chuckles.

The nightclub requires you to show I.D. at the door, but once you're in, you're good to go. You see your friends at a table on the edge of the club, and when you approach them, they start squealing and waving. The four of you join together, giving hugs and kisses, holding each others' hands, saying your 'hello's and asking how you've all been. You're so wrapped up in your own little world that you almost forget about Mohammed, until one of your friends glances over your shoulder, leaning towards the group.

"Who's the hottie staring at us?"

You turn and smile at him, reaching out for his hand. He grabs your hand with his own, letting you pull him towards your group of friends.

"Brittany, Sara: this is Mohammed. Or Guy, or Mo, whatever you wanna call him."

"Ah..." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. "That last one is just for Y/N. Mohammed is fine."

"Oh! So this is the infamous Guy!" Brittany says, reaching out her hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Brittany! I'm Y/N's bestie from high school."

"We both are! I'm Sara," she chimes in, giving a wave. Guy smiles politely, shaking Brittany's hand, and then Sara's when she reaches out her hand to him.

"It's nice to meet you two. It's nice to meet Y/N's friends."

"Oh! And this is Liam," Brittany turns to point at a man sitting at the table. "He's my boyfriend."

"And the other guy is mine," Sara says as the other man gives a wave. "His name is Noah."

Mohammed gives a small wave to the men at the table, staying quiet.

"Enough with the introductions," Liz yells over the music. "Let's get some shots!" The four of you cheer, laughing. You turn to Guy, touching his shoulder.

"Will you be okay if me and my friends go to the bar? We'll be right back." He glances around, shrugging.

"If it's alright with you, I'll tag along to get my own drink." You nod.

"That's okay. We can all go together." You give him a soft smile, hooking your arm around his and going with him and your friends to the bar. Brittany orders a round of shots, Pina Colada flavoured ones. You chat as the bartender makes them, another bartender helping Guy as he orders a beer. When your shots are ready, you each retrieve one, clinking them together before counting down. You all take the shots, swallowing them down before cheering together, giggling as you place the glasses down.

"So, how long has it been since you've dated Mohammed?" Sara leans in to ask. You do the math in your head, tilting your head side to side.

"It's been almost three months I think? Maybe closer to two and a half."

"And what do you think of him so far?" Brittany asks from your other side.

"I like him! He's really nice and sweet."

"He's like a sugar daddy!" Liz yells over the music, already ordering another round of shots. She pushes your shoulder. "Tell them about how he made you see God with two fingers."

"Oh my god, Liz!"

"What?! Huh? What happened?" Brittany asks.

"Yeah, give us the deats!"

"Oh my god, not here!"

"You literally told me at work, Y/N, while we had customers! Don't act shy now!"

You glance at Guy, who's looking around the club. He either can't hear you or is ignoring the conversation. You take a deep breath, looking back at your friends.

"Okay, fine!" You lean in close, Brittany and Sara following, listening closely as you give the details of your last date with Mohammed. Their faces light up when you finish the story, Sara squealing and Brittany playfully slapping your shoulder.

"How did you not call me immediately after he left and tell me what happened?!"

"I'm sorry! Work was crazy this week; I was so busy I forgot!"

"Shame, shame, know your name!" Sara laughs. "You should've put us on a group call right after so we could evaluate your experience."

"I'm sorry! I was too shy to talk about it until, like, two days ago! The only reason Liz knew is because she thought I was acting different."

"She had a glow about her that made me think she had a nice orgasm." Liz starts handing out the second round of shots. When you all have one, Liz holds her glass up. "A toast! To Y/N's sexual relationship with Mohammed!"

"Here, here!" Sara cheers, downing the next shot easily. The rest of you follow, swallowing the fruity drink swiftly. You cough after the liqueur burns your throat, soon laughing with your friends again.

"Are we gonna dance or what?" Brittany asks, putting her empty glass back on the bar.

"Hell yeah!" Liz yells, collecting the glasses from the rest of you and pushing them over the bar. She grabs your hand and, before she can pull you away, you grasp Guy's jacket sleeve and tug him along with you. The five of you go to your table, putting down your purses and chit-chatting a bit. The girls make their way to the dance floor, and you turn to Guy with a smile.

"Would you watch my purse for me?" you ask. He nods and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a quick kiss. His gaze is soft when you pull away, returning your smile before you skip off to the dance floor with your friends.

The alcohol is starting to creep into your system, your body feeling lighter, your mind free of concerns as you and your friends start swaying to the beat.

"How's Liam been?" you ask Brittany and she groans.

"He's been a jerk. He's been so busy with work that he barely has time for me. There was even one night he didn't come home until after I went to bed!"

"I don't know why you tolerate that, Brit," Sara says. "You deserve better than that."

"I know... But I still love him. I'm just hoping we're going through a rough patch. You know, he got that promotion at work and now he's going on more trips. At least he makes up for it by bringing me back presents." You all laugh at that, your head growing fuzzy in such a delicious way. You find yourself wanting another drink, something sweet to sip on while you dance.

"What about Noah? Is he still working on his construction company or did he give up that dream?"

"He's doing good! He's got about a dozen workers now and they're getting pretty good business. Noah was worried about them joining a union but then I started researching all the benefits and convinced him it was a good idea."

"That's good! Liz, are you back on the market yet or what?"

"Girl, I've been back on the market! Ever since Mark ghosted me, I've been trying to find somebody to dick me down! I don't care if it's real meat or a strap; I just need it!"

You snort, teetering a bit but remaining on your feet. You scanned the crowd, looking over to your table to see Mohammed staring at you. He looks sad almost, or maybe just bored, but he wasn't talking to the men he was sitting with, just looking at you. You give him a little wave, blowing him a kiss across the club. You watch him reach out and pretend to catch it, bringing his fist to his chest and rubbing his palm there. He gives a flat smile, still staring at you as he rests his elbow on the table, cheek hitting his palm.

"Why's he moping?" Sara asks, bringing your attention back to your friends.

"I don't know. I thought he'd like to come out. We've never been to a club before."

"Does he even have any friends?" Liz asks before spinning around. You slow your movements as you think.

"I don't know. I always thought he did, but he's never talked about any friends before."

"Red flag! Red flag!" Sara yells, shaking your shoulder. "What if he's a psychopathic serial killer who is gonna lure you in and kidnap you?!" You roll your eyes.

"Sara, if he was gonna do that, he would've done it a long time ago. He's had plenty of opportunities to do so."

"That's still sketchy, Y/N," Brittany chimes in. "He needs a social life. He can't use you for all of his social needs. He needs real friends that he's not dating."

"He goes to the gym. I think he has gym friends. Plus he's gotta have some coworker friends."

"But does he hang out with them? Does he have a personal relationship with them? Or do they just know him in those environments, not outside of them?"

You slow to a halt, looking off into the distance. Maybe it's the loud music, maybe it's the alcohol, but your doubts start creeping in. You start to question Mohammed's actions, his intentions, who he really is. You only snap out of your haze when Liz claps her hands in your face.

"Hey! Don't freak out on me tonight. We're here to have fun. You can worry about who your boyfriend is when you're sober and can think straight." You blink, then nod.

"You're right. We can talk about it later."

"Hell yeah! In the meantime, let's go get another shot!" You smile and laugh, following Liz back to the bar. She ordered some shots for the two of you, clinking her glass to yours before you tossed them back, swallowing the tart liquid.

By the time you're back on the dance floor, you're practically floating. The alcohol is hitting you harder now, your brain fuzzy, your vision focusing then shifting. It feels good, really good. You feel light, frisky, maybe even a little horny. You turn to look for Guy in the crowd, finally singling him out and waving, squinting to see him smile. You feel hands on your hips and furrow your brow, looking over your shoulder to see a man behind you.

"Can I help you?" you snap, elbowing him.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that! Let's party!"

"Hey, buddy," Liz interjects, grabbing his arm. "Buzz off! She ain't interested!"

"What're you? Her body guard?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. So why don't you fuck off before I bust your knee caps?"

He scoffs, shoving her with his forearm.

"Hey!" you yell, smacking his chest. "Fuck you!" He grabs your hand tightly and you squirm, clawing and pushing him as best you can. "Let me go!"

"Quit being a bitch! I just wanted to dance!"

"Fuck you!"

You kick aimlessly, hitting his shin, and he yells. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, and you dig your nails into his hand. Suddenly, he lets go and you tumble, trying to find your footing again. Hands are on your shoulders, your friends' voices in your ears, and vague grunting ahead of you. You blink a few times, trying to reorient yourself under the disco lights, assessing the scene.

"Guy!"

He was holding the stranger in a headlock, his neck squished against Mohammed's arm, his hands clawing at his bicep. Mohammed wasn't looking at you, instead staring down at the man that practically attacked you, his opposite hand pushing the stranger's neck down into his arm, choking him.

"Guy, let him go! He's gonna pass out!"

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at you. You watch the stranger's face bulge, his hands slowing and sagging. You rush to Mohammed, grabbing his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Mo, you gotta let him go. You'll kill him!"

"He deserves it," he grunts. "He fucking touched you. He could've hurt you."

"Mohammed, I'm fine! Look at me; I'm okay! Please, let him go, he's not worth it. Let's go get the bouncer and get him kicked out."

As you say that, the man goes limp in Mohammed's arm. He lets the stranger go, letting him fall to the ground, and you hear one of your friends scream.

"Oh my god! He killed him!"

"Check his pulse!"

"Oh my god, we're gonna go to jail!"

Mohammed kneels down to the ground, putting two fingers on the man's jugular, the people around you still and quiet.

"He's fine. Just passed out."

You all give a big sigh of relief, your head spinning. Guy gets up, moving to the man's head before leaning down and grabbing the man under his arms, starting to pull him along the dance floor.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he says as he moves through the crowd. You follow him dizzily, apologizing as you move past other patrons. He drags the man to the front of the club, dropping him in front of the bouncer. They're talking when you reach them.

"Please don't kick him out!" you plead when you make your way beside them. "This guy started it! He pushed my friend!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer starts, holding up his hands. "I understand, but we have a no violence policy." He turns to Guy. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?! You can't make us leave!" Liz yells behind you, stomping forward and pointing a finger at the bouncer. "We have a right to be here! I have a tab open and everything!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer continues, moving her finger away. "If he doesn't comply, I'll have to call security to make him leave."

"Wait, we're leaving?! The fuck happened?" Brittany chimes.

"Yeah, he's the one who almost killed this guy!" Sara yells.

"Look, if you ladies keep causing a scene, you'll all have to leave, okay?" He looks at Guy, motioning towards the door. "You need to leave, sir."

"Hold on!" you yell, holding up a hand. "Lemme get my purse."

Your friends moan and groan in disdain, telling you to stay, not to go, to let Guy leave on his own. You're fueled by alcohol and a slurry of emotions, going back to the table to grab your purse. You say a quick goodbye to Noah and Liam before going back to the front. You grab Guy by the jacket, pulling him to the door as your friends continue to yell behind you.

"Y/N, wait," Guy says when you're out of the club in the cool, quiet air of the night, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Stay. I'll just wait outside until you're ready to go home."

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm not gonna make you sit out here in the cold while I party with my friends. That's mean to you."

"Y/N," his tone softens, his hands finding your upper arms. "It's fine. I don't want to ruin your night."

You huff, swaying slightly.

"It's fine. You're my boyfriend; I'm not gonna leave you like that."

"Y/N..."

"Y/N!"

You look past Guy, seeing Liz waving, approaching you with Brittany, Sara, and their boyfriends. You tilt your head.

"What're you guys doing out here?"

"We weren't gonna just leave you!" Brittany yells, outstretching her arms for a hug. She embraces you, and you look over her shoulder at everyone.

"You left the club for me?" you ask.

"Uh, duh! Of course we did!" Sara says.

"Their drinks are overpriced anyways," Liz sighs, brushing her hair out of her face. You jut out your lip, hugging Brittany back.

"You guys..."

"Don't worry about it," Brittany says as she pulls away. "There's other clubs out there. We just gotta find another one."

Mohammed clears his throat, making you all look at him. He looks sheepish, guilty, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I apologize for causing a scene. I shouldn't have reacted that way." Liz shrugs.

"You were protecting your girl. I can appreciate that. Just don't kill anybody at the next club we go to."

Guy gives a flat smile, looking away before turning back to the group.

"I have a place we can go to."

"Mohammed, what the hell is this place?!"

Guy glances back at Liz, pulling out some cash to pay the bouncer at the door.

"It's a nightclub. I used to go here a lot more, but I haven't been in a while."

After he pays the bouncer, he lets you inside, past the long line of people outside. You follow Guy into the club, eyes widening as you look around. The club is sleek, modern, dark with golden lights and high ceilings. There's a bar, a dance floor, plenty of tables filled with patrons. You feel like you're in a world light years away from the last club you were at.

"You want a private room?" Guy asks, leaning down towards you.

"What?"

"A private room. A room for privacy."

"Yeah, I get that, but why? Aren't those expensive?"

"It's not a big deal. I've gotten private rooms before. Would you like one or not?"

You blink, looking at your friends.

"Private room, anyone?"

That's how you end up in a room with your own bartender. You look around in wonder as the bartender expertly shakes a drink, throwing around glasses and bottles before catching them, your friends clapping and cheering as he puts on a show. A waitress comes into the room carrying a tray of finger-food, placing it down on the table for you all.

"Mo, this is crazy," you whisper, pulling him down by the sleeve so your lips are near his ear. "This is excessive. I know you feel bad but you didn't have to do all this."

"It's fine," he says, kissing your temple. "Let me spoil you and your friends."

You jump when you hear a pop, seeing Liam with an open champagne bottle, cheering as he filled some glasses.

"This is insane," you whisper again. "How do you have the money for this type of shit?" He shrugs.

"I don't spend a lot of it." He puts an arm around your waist. "Do you want to try some hors d'oeuvres?"

"Not right now..." You tilt your head, feeling like a wave is crashing in your skull. "I still wanna dance."

"Would you like me to watch you and make sure you're okay?"

"No..." You start to tug his jacket off, revealing his chiseled muscles covered in a button-up shirt. "Come dance with me."

You barely register dragging him to the dance floor, but you're there, the music bumping and reverberating your bones. You're bouncing to the music, holding Guy's hands as you do, keeping hold of him when you spin. You can see him smiling at you, and it makes you smile as well. He pulls you towards him, making you crash into his chest.

"Can I touch you?" you hear him say, his voice drowning in the music.

"You better!" you yell back, moving his hands to your waist. You can hear a faint chuckle as you throw your hands over your head, swaying your hips. You can feel large hands move down to hold them, giving a hearty squeeze. You laugh joyously, vaguely hearing your friends yell something at you as they join you on the dance floor. You turn, yelling something unintelligible back as you tumble back into Mohammed's chest, laughing again. His hands are back on your hips, pulling you back into his hips. You're still giggling as you move your hips back against him, your hands reaching behind you to touch his shoulders and his neck.

"You're gorgeous." His lips are next to your ear, his voice so clear over the sound. The lights are dizzying, the alcohol in your system giving you a wonderful high. You should drink some water. You should sober up, but you don't want to. You want to ride this out until you pass out in your bed.

Strong hands smooth over your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze before trailing over your hip and ass. You love the feeling, your soft moan dying with the music. You turn back around, drunkenly grabbing his face and staring at him deep in his eyes.

"You've got nice eyes," you slur before your lips crash against his. He kisses you back, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling your hips together. You think you feel something hard, but you can't make it out. Maybe you're just drunk.

You wake up to the sun hitting your eyes. When you finally open one eye, you groan, rolling over in bed and covering yourself with your sheets. You bump into something solid, peeking your eyes open to look at what you hit. You inhale sharply, bolting up in bed.

"OH MY GOD!!"

Mohammed gasps and opens his eyes, sitting up.

"What?! What?! What happened?!"

"OH MY GOD, I'M NAKED!!"

"What?" He glances at your form, your arms covering yourself in your bedding before he grunts, laying back down, draping an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, you are."

"WHY AM I NAKED?! ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"No." He kicks off the sheets, revealing his lower half covered in sweatpants. You gulp, glancing around before looking back at him.

"Why are we naked? Did we have sex? Please don't tell me we had sex."

"Why?" He moves his arm to peek at you. "Would you regret it?"

"I don't want our first time together to be when I was drunk!"

He huffs, nodding and yawning.

"We didn't have sex. You wanted to, but we didn't."

"Oh..." You take in a deep breath. "Then why am I naked?"

"You kept saying you were hot and that clothes were too scratchy."

"Why are you in bed with me?"

"Because you insisted." You swallow, running a hand over your face.

"What... what exactly happened?"

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember going to this other club and getting a private room and dancing with you." He hums, rolling onto his side, facing you.

"We danced for a while, and then we went back to the room. Your friends starting making out with their boyfriends, and then you wanted to make out, so we did for a little. After a while, we were ready to go home. Liz tried going home with someone but you made her come home with us. Your friends left with their boyfriends and you, me, and Liz came back here. Liz passed out on the couch and you made me come to the bedroom with you. You got naked and were trying to make out with me and kept saying you wanted to have sex, but I said no. Then you started crying and saying you were ugly and unlovable and I kept telling you that I did love you and you said you didn't believe me. I asked you what I could do to make you believe me and you told me to have sex with you, but I still said no, so you told me to fall asleep with you instead. And now it's morning and we're both awake."

You blink a few times before rubbing your eyes. You moan tiredly, flopping back into bed beside him, glancing at him.

"Why didn't you have sex with me?" he scoffs.

"Because you were drunk, Y/N. I'm not going to have sex with you when we've never done it before and you're drunk. Maybe if you want to do it one day we can do it when we're both drunk, but I didn't want to do something like that."

You twist your mouth, humming before looking up at the ceiling.

"That's very noble of you."

"It's basic decency. I would never do that to you." You turn to face him, watching him open an eye to look at you. "You're really pretty in the morning." You groan, rubbing a hand over your face.

"My makeup is probably a mess."

"No, it's not. I helped you take your makeup off last night." You pout.

"Really?" He nods. "Aww, Momo! That's so sweet! You didn't have to do that."

"You were trying to do it yourself so I just ended up helping you."

"You're such a sweetheart." He huffs.

"That's what boyfriends are supposed to do." You wiggle forward until you're nose to nose. He opens his eyes, staring at you before closing the distance, kissing you. You hum, placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting your head and parting your lips. His tongue reaches into your mouth quickly, licking over yours, inching closer. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck. He moves over you, coaxing you to lie on your back, still kissing each other as you scratch at his scalp. He groans, cupping the back of your neck, his other hand creeping over your collarbone, teasing the edge of the bedding covering you. You're about to pull it down when there's a hard knock on the door, making the two of you jump, separating.

"Y/N! Do you remember a 'Becca' from last night? She's texting me asking me if I wanna go on a date and I don't remember her."

You groan softly, rolling your eyes and giving Guy a soft smile. He snickers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Come on. I'll take you guys to brunch."

[melwnst]

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Most times, if you and Dean have a chance to be alone, you both look like absolute idiots. Children- really. On occasion- Sam will be able to witness it, make fun of you, and try to understand what spell you have Dean under for him to be so happy and free, even if it’s just for a minute.

Dean goes soft around you. And you won’t tell each other that- but car rides together are both of your favorite moment of the day.

The wind blows in your face; your hair swept in every direction, Dean’s fingers strumming against the steering wheel, windows down and radio on.

It never starts full blast. It start slowly. You get in the car, he turns the radio on- if by chance a good song plays, he increases the volume little by little- though you’re not sure why. If it’s not a good song, he’ll just keep the volume on a minimum until something good comes eventually- or he’ll get annoyed and put a cassette on, and go crazy over whatever song or band he chose.

If you happen to have control over the music, which given- is rare. Dean will grind his teeth because of how much he hates what you listen to (or pretends to hate but secretly enjoys, he will just never admit it because he doesn’t want to give you any more reasons to laugh at him).

Most of the time though, he’s the one who starts to sing. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done it, or how long you’ve been around him, you always get shy for some reason. Although he knows how to push you. It always happens the same way.

Whatever music is on, it doesn’t matter to Dean, he wants to see you smile. He wants to hear you laugh over the music, the singing, the beat. He wants to grab your hand, tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful, but he doesn’t dare. Maybe he will one day, but today’s not the day. Would be a shame to ruin all this fun wouldn’t it?

You know Dean isn’t a fan of Bon Jovi. You love it- you think he actually pretends to hate their music, which he definitely does.

Livin on a prayer grew on him though. you kinda forced it on him- he pretended to be mad, but he loved it. He loves you trying to get him to like the same things you do.

‘Okay, fine. Bon Jovi rocks on occasion.’

‘See! I can’t believe I got you to admit that. Sam is gonna have a field day with you once I tell him.’ You clapped your hands together smiling full of joy.

‘Please don’t.’ Dean almost pleaded, but gave you a ‘don’t you dare’ look.

‘God, why are men so ashamed of their music taste? Bon Jovi rocks dude! There’s no shame in admitting that. Plus, remember who Sam’s favorite singer is?’ You teased, on the verge of breaking in laughter.

‘Ce-Celine Dion.’ Dean bursted out laughing.

‘Celine Dion!’ Obviously it was a joke. And Sam wasn’t there- so no harm was done.

Comfortable silence filled the car, livin on a prayer still playing in the background.

Dean’s fingers are still playing drums on the steering wheel when you hear a small whispery sound come out of his mouth.

‘We've gotta hold on to what we've got..’ Dean murmurs the lyrics, which makes you smile.

Dean turns to look at you, singing again encouraging you.

‘We got each other, and that's a lot for love , We'll give it a shot..’ He nods his head, as to tell you to go. His voice louder than before.

‘Cmon sweetheart put your heart and soul in it!’ He lays his arm on the back of your seat, right on the top of your back, his fingers lingering on your shoulder, drumming to the beat on it.

The nickname gives you butterflies, but you push it down and nod back at him right on time for the chorus, and he follows you.

‘Oh, we're half way there, Oh-oh, livin' on a prayer. Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear Whoa-oh, livin' on a prayer Livin' on a prayer’ You both sing in synchronicity, Dean smiles when he hears you belt, and then smiles even bigger when he hears you laugh.

This is how he makes you happy.

And this is how you make him happy.

Acting like teenagers on a car ride at 2 in the afternoon, just enjoying each other’s company.

Dean wouldn’t trade that for the world, and neither would you.

[zimt-deathnote]

Thanks so much for all your works, they make me smile every time! Have a question to you: Do you have any summer headcanons for MxM? I like to think that sometimes they're so sick of the hot city? so they take Matt's car and run away for a ride or something

Holy shit yes they would -- they both suffer from the heat so much.

Early in LA, they used to go to the beach regularly and often. Mafia Mello is way too cool to go have fun at the beach now. This idiot wears long trousers and a leather jacket even in summer because he is. JUST. SO. COOL. CRINGE.

Maybe Matt switches his activity completely to nocturnal, cause it’s much cooler at night. Sleeps the day away if he has nowhere to be.

That man drinks scolding hot coffee and tea in summer and sweats PUDDLES.

"Get in the car, loser. We're gonna disappear for a bit."

I drew so much summer stuff that won't fit in this post, so I'm gonna upload bit by bit haha

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Smosh summer games: Ships

This is the first part of a Damien Haas x reader series called, you guessed it, Smosh summer games: Ships. This first part is mainly setup and doesn't contain any smut but is still 18+ and the next parts will be very smutty.

Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 - and they were roommates?

Exitment filled the air as you packed the last of your things into your suitcase. Smosh Summer Games is making a comeback and it's shaping up to be one for the books, especially since it's the first one since Anthony's return, and the first one ever for you and many of the other cast members. You felt incredibly lucky to be part of a team where you genuinely enjoyed the company of your colleagues. Not many people could say they looked forward to spending this much time with their coworkers, but for you, it was like a dream come true. If you were honest though, there was one coworker who you were a bit extra excited to see more of.

As you zipped up your bag, you couldn't help but think about him, Damien. Over the past few months, you'd found yourself increasingly attracted to him. He was funny, kind, and always made you feel appreciated even on the days when you weren't feeling good about yourself. The thought of spending time with him, in a more relaxed and domestic setting, made your pulse quicken. Maybe this trip would be the perfect opportunity to see if there was something more between you two. You have a hard time imagining him making the first move, but you can't really see yourself doing it either. Maybe you just need to start dropping some big hints.

You all stood at the office parking lot, the cars were packed, and the cast was ready to hit the road. You hopped into the car with Courtney, Amanda, Angela, Olivia, Chanse, and Tommy. Courtney took charge of the playlist, and soon the car was filled with the nostalgic sounds of the early 2000s.

Courtney pulled out a camera and started vlogging. "Welcome to the 'Gays and Girls' car! We've got Amanda, Angela, Arasha, Olivia, Chanse, Tommy, and y/n. We're on our way to the Smosh Summer Games, and it's going to be epic!"

Amanda turned in her seat, grinning. "So, Court, tell us what we can expect. This is our first time."

Courtney smirked at the camera. "Oh, you're in for a treat. There's always something crazy happening. And, somehow, things always get a bit sexual or spicy," she pushed her hair behind her ear

Arasha raised an eyebrow at the camera. "Sexual? Like how?"

Courtney laughed. "Well like, on the car ride to the first winter games a no-fap rule was introduced. So I can imagine they're already starting to say some wild stuff in the boys' car. It was hilarious watching everyone struggle with it."

Chanse snorted. "Please, those guys have no self-control. I give them two days."

You leaned forward, "but we are going to be sharing rooms right?"

Olivia chimed in, " that's not going to stop those demons, they are nuts."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "right Olivia, they're nuts.."

You laughed along with the others, your mind drifting back to Damien. You wondered if he would struggle with that. The thought made you blush, and you quickly looked out the window to hide your face.

The vlog cut to the boys' car. Shayne took control of the camera, turning it to face himself, Damien, Spencer, Keith, Noah, and Trevor.

"Welcome to the 'Boner Mobile'!" Shayne announced with a laugh. "We are definitely the cooler car. Right, guys?"

"Absolutely," Damien agreed, leaning in to the shot. "We're on our way to the Smosh Summer Games, and we're going to crush it."

Keith laughed. "Yeah, especially with Anthony back. This is going to be wild."

Spencer, who was driving, glanced at the camera. "You guys better be ready. This year's gonna be intense."

" Why are you so sure about that?" Trevor questioned

Spencer gave a sly smile, " Oh, you will soon see".

Shayne smirked at the camera. "Do you think anyone's gonna stick to the no-fap rule this time?"

The car burst into laughter.

Noah looked at the camera, " It did not work out that well the first time."

Damien chuckled. "Oh man, I can't believe you guys actually did that."

Keith nodded. "Yeah, it was total chaos."

Trevor chimed in, "I'm just excited to see who cracks first."

Damien let out a big sigh, " I'm scared to find out which one of you I'm rooming with."

Spencer laughed, " ooh, I think you're going to be on board"

Shayne leaned back, grinning at the camera. "So anyway, Do you guys remember the wet t-shirt contest we had one year?"

Spencer's eyes lit up. "Oh man, really? That sounds awesome!"

Shayne laughed. "Yeah, except it was the guys who got wet, and the girls were the ones spraying us."

Spencer looked directly in to the camera lens, "you know, I wouldn't mind getting sprayed by a woman."

The car erupted in laughter again, the mood light and full of camaraderie as they continued their journey.

When you finally arrived, you felt a rush of excitement. The air was filled with the scent of the ocean and a cool breeze hit you as you jumped out of the car. You caught sight of Damien getting out of the boys' car, your eyes met briefly, and he flashed you a grin that made your heart skip a beat.

Damien wiped some sweat from his brow, his arm flexing slightly as he did. His silver hair was a bit disheveled, and you found him incredibly sexy in that moment. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up. As you grabbed your bag, you couldn't help but steal another glance at him. This time, you noticed the way his shirt clung to his back, highlighting his muscles. You bit your lip, trying to focus on anything else.

As the group gathered on the dock, the anticipation was palpable. You could feel the excitement bubbling over. Everyone was eager to find out what surprises lay ahead.

Spencer stepped forward, a big grin on his face and a whistle hanging around his neck, He looked at the camera, "Welcome, everyone, to the return of the Smosh Summer Games!" he announced, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "And this year, we have a special surprise for you."

With that, Spencer blew the whistle, and from behind a curtain, Anthony and Ian emerged in their costumes. Anthony was dressed as a sailor, complete with a white and blue sailor hat and a striped shirt, while Ian sported a full pirate getup, complete with an eye patch and a plastic parrot on his shoulder.

The cast burst into laughter and applause.

Ian stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. "That's rrrr-right! This year's theme is 'Ships!' And we're taking it literally."

Anthony nodded. "We'll be living on this massive boat for the duration of the games."

You could feel the excitement and surprise ripple through the group. Chanse raised an eyebrow. "Wait, did you say we're staying on a boat?"

"That's right," Spencer confirmed. "And I'll be your judge this year, making sure everything runs smoothly and fairly."

Courtney couldn't contain her laughter. "This is going to be amazing. I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Tommy added, "I've never even been on a boat this big before. This is going to be wild."

"Let's get started with the team names," Anthony said, stepping forward. "I'll be leading 'The seamen.'"

Ian, with a mischievous glint in his eye, announced, "And I'll be leading 'The leg peggers.'"

The cast erupted into laughter again. Shayne wiped a tear from his eye. "You guys really went all out with the themes this year."

The group erupted in cheers and surprised exclamations. You glanced at the massive boat docked nearby, this was going to be amazing.

"Now, before we pick our teams, let's explore our home for the next few weeks," Ian suggested

Everyone hurried to the boat, eager to explore. As you climbed aboard, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of it. The boat was equipped with everything you could possibly need: a large deck for sunbathing, a cozy common room with couches and beanbags, and a kitchen stocked with snacks and drinks.

You and Courtney found your room, a cozy cabin with bunk beds. "Looks like we're bunking together," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, this is going to be fun," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check. The room was small but charming, with nautical-themed decor and a porthole window that offered a view of the ocean.

Noah poked his head into your room. "Check out this place! It's like we're on an actual pirate ship."

Keith laughed from down the hall. "I call top bunk in our room!"

Courtney quickly called out. "I call top bunk!", tossing her bag onto the bed.

"Fine by me," you said, setting your bag on the bottom bunk. The room was small but cozy, with just enough space for your things.

After unpacking a few essentials, you and Courtney joined the others to explore the rest of the boat. You passed by Amanda and Angela's' room, where they were already bantering about who got the better bed.

Shayne and Damien were in the kitchen, rummaging through the snack supplies. "This is going to be awesome," Shayne said, holding up a bag of chips.

Damien nodded, "Definitely. This boat is incredible."

Everyone explored the boat some more, checking out the various rooms and common areas. The ship had a large dining hall, a deck with lounge chairs, and even a hot tub.

After a while, Ian and Anthony gathered everyone on the deck. The view of the ocean was breathtaking, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. The cameras were rolling.

Ian clapped his hands, "Alright, now that you've seen the boat, it's time to reveal the twist for this year. In addition to the usual team based games, we'll be competing in pairs for many of the challenges. These pairs have been voted on by the fans, and it's pretty obvious they went with their favorite ships."

Amanda gasped, " Oh my good, so that's why the theme is ships?"

Ian smiled, "exactly, people being shipped on a ship", he winked at the camera

The excitement in the air was palpable as everyone waited to hear who they would be paired with. You couldn't help but glance at Damien, wondering if you would be paired with him. It would make sense, every time you were in a video together someone would comment about the way you were looking at each other. There were countless compilation videos of you too, but then again, there were for many of the other cast as well. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but you knew that no matter what, this was going to be an unforgettable summer.

Anthony continued, "After our judge announces the ships, Ian and I will pick our teams from those pairs. So take it away Spencer!"

You just noticed Spencer wasn't there. A door swung open and he emerged, dressed in a formal robe, a white wig that could have belonged to a founding father, already sweating.

"Why are you dressed like that man? It's so fucking hot out here" Angela exclaimed upon seeing him.

Spencer proudly declared, "I am the judge" he raised his eye brow "Also did somebody just say I looked hot?"

Chanse squinted his eyes at him, "no".

Trevor put him arm on Spencers shoulder, "I don't think you're supposed to be this kind of judge"

Spencer looked back at him, "Objection."

You tilted your head at him, " I don't think that's.."

Spencer waved his arm around, "overruled."

"Alright everyone, it's time for one of the most anticipated moments: the announcement of the pairs for this year's Smosh Summer Games!" Spencer declared, a grin spreading across his face. "This year, we've taken your favorite ships and made them a reality. Let's see who we got"

You felt a buzz of excitement and curiosity ripple through the group as Spencer began reading the pairs from his list.

"First up," Spencer said, "Courtney and Shayne!"

Courtney let out a cheer and high-fived Shayne. "We're going to crush this!"

Shayne chuckled, putting his arm around her. "Dream team, baby!"

Angelas eyes widened, "that IS so shocking "

"Next, Keith and Noah!"

Keith and Noah grinned at each other, clearly pleased with the pairing. "The dynamic duo is back!" Noah announced, and Keith gave him a playful nudge.

"Amanda and Angela!"

Amanda and Angela exchanged a hug, laughing. "Let's do this girl!" Amanda said, and Angela nodded enthusiastically.

"Tommy and Chanse!"

Tommy and Chanse glanced at each other, smiling. "This is going to be so gay!" Tommy exclaimed.

"And hot" Chanse chimed in.

"And last but not least, Damien and y/n!"

Your heart skipped a beat as Spencer called out your name alongside Damien's. You turned to see Damien smiling at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Looks like you drew the short stick," he said, stepping closer.

You smiled back, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. "Oh yeah, I was rooting for Shaymien."

He leaned in and whispered in a playfully tone, "I wasn't."

As the ships were announced, the cast mates all seemed pretty pleased with their pairings. Olivia didn't get a partner since it was an uneven number so instead she was going to be like a cheerleader for the games, which she seemed pleased with

"Perfect pairs!" Keith shouted, giving a thumbs-up.

"Can't wait to see how this plays out," Noah added with a grin.

The group gathered around as Ian and Anthony stepped forward in their costumes, ready to pick their teams. Spencer held up his whistle and blew it once more to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone, it's time for our fearless leaders to pick their teams!" Spencer announced. "Ian and Anthony will take turns choosing pairs. Ian, you get first pick."

Ian looked at the assembled pairs, stroking his fake pirate beard for dramatic effect. "For the first pick of the 2024 Smosh Summer Games, Team 'The Leg Peggers' selects... Shayne and Courtney!"

Courtney laughed and nudged Shayne before catching the shirt Ian had thrown to her. "Called it."

Shayne smirked. "Of course I'd be in the peg team. It's destiny."

The group burst into laughter, and Anthony stepped forward, a mock-serious expression on his face. "And for Team 'The Seamen,' I choose two veterans... Keith and Noah!" He tossed them their shirts.

Keith and Noah high-fived each other. "Let's do this!" Keith shouted.

Noah nodded. "We are gonna KILL you guys!"

Keith scrunched his face, "okay, chill man"

Ian surveyed the remaining pairs and made his next choice. "Alright, Team 'The Leg Peggers' selects... Damien and y/n!"

Damien shook Ian's hand, "so happy to be here."

Your heart skipped a beat again as you stepped forward with Damien. You exchanged a glance, both of you smiling and you took each other's hands and held them up proudly. You looked at the shirt that was just handed to you, A cartoon pirate putting his wooden leg into the ass of another pirate, fitting.

Anthony followed up quickly, holding up the shirt for 'the Seamen'. It was a cartoon Sperm with a sailor hat and ascot on, also fitting."'The Seamen' picks, our queens... Amanda and Angela!"

Amanda and Angela cheered and hugged each other. "Yes! I knew I would get semen" Angela exclaimed.

"Angela" Chanse quickly said in response to Angelas comment.

Ian grinned and looked at the final pairs. "And last but not least for 'The Leg Peggers'... Tommy and Chanse!"

Tommy and Chanse stepped forward. "Let's go!" Chanse said.

Anthony finished up with the remaining pair. "And that means Arasha and Trevor are on 'The Seamen'!"

Arasha and Trevor exchanged a fist bump. "I always am" Trevor announced.

With the teams chosen, Spencer blew his whistle again. "Alright, everyone, the teams are set! Get ready for the first challenge of the Smosh Summer Games!"

The crew came in to set up the first game, as the teams gathered on the deck of the boat, the excitement palpable in the air. Ian and Anthony stood at the front, each holding a water balloon. Spencer, still dressed in his formal robe, completely out of sync with the ship theme, stepped up and blew his whistle to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone! Welcome to the return of the Smosh Summer Games!" Spencer announced with a flourish. "And for our first game, we're bringing back a classic with a twist: the Water Balloon Toss Challenge!"

The cast erupted in cheers and laughter, the atmosphere buzzing with energy.

Spencer continued, adjusting his wig, "Here's how it works. You and your partner will stand opposite each other and toss the water balloon back and forth. But there's a twist this year! The contestants are coated in a special lube that you might also remember from a previous summer game, making it slippery and challenging to catch and hold onto those balloons. After each successful catch, you take a step back. If your balloon falls to the ground or breaks, you're out! The last pair standing wins points for their team."

Everyone nodded, as two big barrels of lube got carried in. You dipped your hands in one of them watching the lube drip in between your fingers. You dragged your hands over your arms coating them in lube.

Damien came up behind you, his breath warm against your ear. " Do you really think we need to be that thorough?"

You looked over your shoulder, "oh yeah, you can't just go in dry"

He reached into the bucket from behind you, lube running from his hands to your sides as he pulled his arms back.

"Hey" you turned around " bopping him on the nose with your lubricated finger, " you spilled".

He grabbed your wrists, " can't let you go in dry, y/n" he smiled at you. You felt yourself go a little weak in the knees.

Ian clapped his hands, gathering his team. "Alright, Leg Peggers! Let's show them how we handle slippery situations!"

You turned around to face them. Everyone was lubed up and already strategizing with their partner. Damien let go of your wrists.

Anthony smirked, turning to his team. "Seamen, let's keep those balloons intact!"

You and Damien took your positions, your heart racing with excitement. Damien flashed you a confident grin. "Ready to show them how it's done?"

You smiled back, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Oh, I was born ready."

Shayne and Courtney, Keith and Noah, Amanda and Angela, and the rest of the pairs lined up, ready to start.

"Order in the court. On your mark... get set... toss!" Spencer shouted, blowing his whistle.

The air was soon filled with shouts and laughter as balloons flew back and forth. The first few rounds were easy, but as the pairs stepped further apart and tried to maintain their grip on the slippery balloons, the challenge intensified. Spencer's commentary added to the fun, making everyone laugh with his witty remarks.

Trevor and Arasha were the first to be eliminated, their balloon bursting in a spectacular splash as Trevor slipped and came crashing down on it.

Spencer grinned, "Well, there goes Trevor and Arasha, making a splash in all the wrong ways! Careful, Trevor, or you might slip your way into the ocean next!"

Arasha gave Spencer a look, "was that a threat?"

You and Damien managed to keep your balloon intact, but the lube made it challenging. Each catch required careful coordination, Damien's large hands deftly maneuvering the slippery surface. You admired the way he handled the balloon, his fingers tracing the surface with surprising gentleness despite the slippery surface.

Ian, who was getting increasingly sweaty in his pirate getup, called out, "Come on, Leg Peggers! Don't you dare peg those balloons!"

Anthony, not missing a beat, shouted, "Seamen, keep it together! We can't afford any premature bursts!"

Shayne and Courtney's balloon slipped through Shayne's fingers, drenching him. Spencer laughed, "Looks like Shayne's all wet! Courtney, maybe you should have aimed a little lower!"

Spencer's comments kept flowing. "Remember, folks, it's not about the size of the balloon, it's about not dropping it!"

You and Damien moved further apart, the tension rising. "You're pretty good at this," you called to him, struggling to keep your grip on the balloon.

Damien chuckled. "You haven't seen anything yet."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Big talk, let's see if you can back it up."

Amanda and Angela's coordination was impressive, and it was clear they were in the zone. When you and Damien stepped back for another toss, the balloon slipped through your fingers, breaking upon impact. Splashing you straight in the face.

Spencer blew the whistle, "And there goes y/n and Damien! So close! Looks like y/n's all wet now too!", you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled in response.

Amanda and Angela were the last pair standing, their balloon still intact. They screamed in excitement and hugged each other tightly, water and lube dripping down their arms.

Spencer approched them, "any finishing statements?"

"Slap the bag" Angela said as she slapped the lube covered balloon with her free hand, making lube spay everywhere.

"Angela" Chance said as he wiped his eyes.

Spencer blew the final whistle. "We have our winners! Amanda and Angela for Team Seamen!"

"Great job, Amanda and Angela!" Anthony cheered, clapping for his team.

Damien smiled at you, slightly breathless. "Not bad for our first game."

"Right? the fans did good," you replied, feeling the chemistry between you two intensify.

"Definitely," Damien agreed, his eyes twinkling.

Anthony gathered his team, giving encouraging words and high-fives. "Seamen, we took the first win! Let's keep this momentum going!"

Ian, not to be outdone, rallied his team. "Leg Peggers, we were close! Let's come back and really peg those legs the next game!"

Anthony gave on last look to the camera as he delivered the final line, " That's 'seamen' one, 'Leg peggers' ZERO.

As the excitement from the game began to die down, Spencer, still in his black robe, shouted, "Alright everyone, you're all covered in lube and water. What better way to clean off than to jump into the ocean?"

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic cheers.

"Last one in is a munge!" Shayne yelled, sprinting towards the edge of the deck and leaping into the water with a loud splash.

You laughed, grabbing Damien's hand. "Come on, let's go!"

He grinned, squeezing your hand gently before you both ran and jumped into the cool, refreshing water. The sensation of the ocean washing away the lube was invigorating. You surfaced with a laugh, wiping the water from your eyes.

Damien surfaced beside you, his wet silver hair clinging to his forehead. "That was awesome!"

You splashed him playfully. "I told you we'd have fun!"

Around you, the rest of the cast joined in, jumping off the boat and into the water. Courtney and Shayne were already splashing each other, their playful banter echoing across the waves.

"Take that!" Courtney laughed, splashing Shayne directly in the face.

Shayne retaliated by dunking her briefly under the water. "Gotcha!"

Keith and Noah were trying to wash the stickiness off, but it quickly turned into a water fight.

"Noah, you missed a spot," Keith said, pretending to help but then splashing water all over Noah's face.

Noah laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, it's on now!"

Amanda and Angela were swimming gracefully, occasionally flicking water at each other but mostly just enjoying the coolness of the ocean.

"This feels amazing after being all sticky," Chanse said, floating on her back. Tommy nodded, agreeing.

Trevor and Arasha were trying to clean each other's backs, but their efforts kept resulting in more laughter as they slipped and splashed.

"Hold still!" Arasha giggled, trying to scrub Trevor's shoulder.

"I can't when you're tickling me!" Trevor protested, laughing.

Damien turned to you, his eyes sparkling. "Looks like everyone's having a blast."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sun. "Yeah, this is perfect."

He reached out, gently wiping a strand of wet hair from your face. "You know, I think I got the best partner."

You felt your whole body tingling at the soft touch of his hand. "I think so too." You scrunched your face in realization of what you just said. " I mean I think you..you know"

He smirked at you, he seemed to enjoy watching you squirm. "Yeah, I think I do"

Anthony and Ian, watching from the deck, exchanged a look. Anthony grinned, "Well, we can't let them have all the fun."

Ian nodded, already removing his pirate hat. "Alright, let's do this!"

The two of them ran towards the edge and jumped in with a synchronized splash, joining the rest of the cast in the water.

Spencer stood at the edge, shaking his head. "I can't go in while wearing this!"

Without missing a beat, Olivia grinned mischievously and gave Spencer a gentle push, sending him tumbling into the water with a surprised yelp.

The entire group erupted into laughter as Spencer surfaced, his robe soaked. "Olivia!" he yelled, but even he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation as his wig started to float away.

The rest of the cast continued to mess with each other, Shayne had gotten a hold of Spencers wig and started throwing it around. Spencer flashed a playfull pout before joining in. Later the cast climbed back onto the boat, dripping wet and still laughing from their swim. Towels were handed out, and everyone began drying off, sharing jokes and stories about the day's events.

Keith shook his head, chuckling as he dried off his hair. "I can't believe Olivia just pushed Spencer in. That was legendary!"

Spencer, now towel-drying his wig, laughed along. "I guess I had it coming. Should have known better than to stand so close to the edge in my beautiful ensamble!"

Olivia blurted out, " you look like a wet tablecloth".

Chanse laughed, shaking his head. "I'm definitely investing in a waterproof wardrobe next time."

Tommy, grinning, looked at Chanse. "Lubeproof too?"

Angela, bouncing with energy, grabbed you and Amanda by your neck. "Did you see the look on Spencer's face? Priceless!"

Amanda, with a flirty smile, replied, "Yeah, but I think he secretly enjoyed it."

You smiled at Amanda, " Yeah, he's such a munge"

Shayne began cackling, Damien soon followed.

Tommy looked at you questioning, " What the hell is a munge?"

You mouthed at him while shaking your head, " I HAVE NO IDEA."

Courtney wrapped a towel around herself. "You know, like, this was so much fun, and also, the water was so refreshing, and I can't wait for tomorrow because I bet it's going to be even crazier!"

Shayne, drying off with a loud laugh, pointed to Trevor. "Trevor, I swear, you slipping on that deck was the funniest thing I've seen all day."

Trevor flashed a mischievous grin, and shot back, "Hey, at least I didn't belly flop like you did!"

Arasha added, "I can't believe you didn't break the boat, Shayne. Daddy Ian would've been so mad." She gestured to Ian.

Ian chuckled, playing along. "Well, you all survived, so I guess I won't have to ground anyone."

Damien, carefully toweling off, smiled at you. "So, any plans for taking down the competition tomorrow?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Honestly? I was just trying to keep up with you out there."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Well, you did more than just keep up. We might just be the dark horses in this competition."

Olivia, suddenly chiming in, said with her usual randomness, "Do you think mermaids exist? Like, what if one just showed up right now?"

The group burst into laughter, Noah patted Olivia on the head. "Only you, Olivia, only you."

The group went to their cabins to change before gathering for a casual dinner on the deck. The sunset created a beautiful backdrop as they enjoyed their meal together.

Courtney, seated between Shayne and Olivia, animatedly recounted a previous Smosh Summer Games challenge. "And then, we had to walk on like a million mouse traps. It was so bad, but hilarious!"

Amanda laughed, shaking her head. "I can't wait to see what other crazy games they have planned for us."

Anthony stood up. "Alright, everyone, just a heads-up about tomorrow. We've got some awesome games lined up, and trust me, you won't want to miss them."

Ian nodded, adding, "Also some other shows from back in the day might make a return!" The teams cheered in response.

After dinner, the cast slowly dispersed, making their way back to their rooms. You walked alongside Courtney, feeling the cool night breeze against your skin. Angela and Amanda were chatting animatedly about the day's events, while Shayne and Damien were laughing loudly, recounting the funniest moments.

Courtney nudged you with her elbow, a playful smile on her face. "You know, I think today went pretty well. I'm already looking forward to tomorrow."

You smiled back, nodding. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun."

As you walked through the narrow corridors of the boat, you overheard Olivia talking to Ian, her voice full of wonder. "Ian, do you think if a dolphin and a shark had a baby, it would be able to talk?"

Ian chuckled, shaking his head. "You never know, Olivia."

Olivia noded back at him, "I think so too"

Finally, you and Courtney reached your shared room. The cozy space only had the bunk beds, a small desk, and a porthole that offered a view of the now dark ocean.

Courtney sat on the lower bunk, smiled and then hesitated for a moment. "Sooo, I was thinking it would be nice to actually sleep in the same room as Shayne while we're here. I thought I would be fine with it, but I don't like sleeping without him. Do you think you'd be okay if we like swapped rooms? and you shared with Damien instead? I'll still be here when the cameras are on since we haven't gone public with our relationship yet."

The request didn't really take you by surprise, but you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement at the thought of spending more time with Damien, just the two of you. You smiled, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I don't mind. That sounds fine."

Courtney's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thanks, y/n! You're the best." She quickly gathered her things and gave you a quick hug before heading out the door. "I'll let Damien know."

You sat on the bunk for a moment, your heart racing. The idea of sharing a room with Damien made you both nervous and excited. What should you wear? It should be something a little bit cute but it couldn't look like you were trying to hard, it was also still very warm. After spending some time deliberating, you choose a big t-shirt.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to find Damien standing there, looking a bit sheepish.

"Hey, y/n. Courtney said it was cool if I crashed here?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours with a warm, hopeful expression.

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. "Yeah, no problem at all. Come on in."

Damien entered, carrying his bag. He set it down by the door and looked around the room before his eyes settled back on you. His eyes did a quick scan over your body before he seemed like he tried to blink to get the control of them back. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then smiled shyly. "I hope this isn't too weird for you. If you're uncomfortable at all, just let me know."

You shook your head, smiling. "It's fine, really. Besides, I think you'll do your best to not make me to uncomfortable."

Damien smiled back, his eyes softening. "Yeah, I think so too."

"I ," you said, sitting down on your bed and leaning back against your pillow. " I have faith you'll be a good roommate."

Damien grinned. "I think you'll at least be a better roommate than Shayne. You know, he demands to be tucked in every night and insists on having his forehead stroked while I sing him a lullaby"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Oh my god, that sounds absolutly horrible! Also, did you know that Courtney burps the alphabet in her sleep. It's impressive but not exactly relaxing."

Damien laughed loudly. "Wow, that sounds challenging, you are such a trooper. What's wrong with those two?"

"Right?" You removed your socks and threw them in you open suitcase. " And we are such good people. Like, we should be treated better"

He nodded along" Oh yeah, absolutely, I bet you're the kind of roommate who gives nighttime foot rubs."

You grinned. "Of course, and I bet you're the type who makes midnight snacks for everyone."

"Obviously, and I bet we both iron our roommates t-shirts every morning" Damien said, still smiling as he opened up his bag.

Just as you were about to respond, Damien pulled off his shirt, revealing his naked chest. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, admiring the way the light played off his muscles. His pale skin contrasting with his dark tattoos. Your thoughts drifted, imagining the feel of his soft skin under your fingers.

Damien noticed your gaze and looked at you with a curious expression. "Hey, you okay?"

You snapped out of it, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "Yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought."

Damien smiled softly. "No worries. Just making sure you're comfortable."

You smiled back, still feeling a bit flustered. "Very".

You both settled into your beds, the room quieting down as the initial excitement of the day faded. You stared up at the bottom of Damien's bunk, feeling the urge to keep the conversation going.

"So, what's your guilty pleasure?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Damien laughed. “Oh wow, hmm... Probably birds.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “What? like girls?"

He burst out laughing, " Oh Jesus, No. Like bird, birds. Do you really think I would call women birds?

You giggled, "Okay thank God" you paused for a moment"  I think mine’s just Phil Collins. Specifically because of the Tarzan soundtrack.”

Damien's eyes widened in amusement. "Phil Collins, huh? That's pretty awesome. That soundtrack does go hard, like way harder than it should."

You nodded enthusiastically. "Right? I used to watch Tarzan with my dad all the time. That movie and Shrek. Shrek was like one of the few movies we would watch together. Because, it needed to be like a movie that he would still enjoy, or I would just feel bad but it also had to be one without any awkward sex scenes."

Damien chuckled. "oh yeah, I hated when that happened. I usually tried to make some awkward joke to break the tension."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? What kind of joke would you make during a sex scene to make it less awkward?"

Damien laughed, thinking for a moment. "Okay, so imagine the scene is getting super steamy, and I just lean over and say, 'Well, this escalated quickly. Do you think they practiced this beforehand?'"

You burst out laughing. "Oh my god, that would definitely break the tension."

His head popped out from above "You don't think so?"

You shook your head at his, still laughing. " With my dad?"

Damien grinned. "Hey, okay maybe not. What would you say?"

You thought for a moment, then smirked. "I'd probably go with something like, 'I wonder if they have a safe word.'"

Damien laughed loudly. "Nice one! You know, you are much more of a freak than you seem at first glance."

You smirked to yourself, "Oh really, so what was your first impression of me?"

Damien thought for a moment, then smiled. "I remember you making me laugh straight away, and you seemed very confident. And I remember exactly what you were wearing—a yellow sundress with daisies on it."

You blinked in surprise. "You remember what I was wearing? I can't believe you remember that much detail."

Damien chuckled softly. "How could I forget? You looked amazing and made such a strong impression."

You blushed slightly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "That's actually really sweet." You felt yourself blush again, happy that he couldn't see your face right now. "That's so many hair colors ago for you"

His voice was soft but filled with sarcasm, "that is how I measure time"

You continued" .. and you were wearing stupid pants"

"Naturally"

"You know, I actually remember thinking you were the confident one. You seemed so sure of yourself and very calm."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Trust me, I didn't feel confident at all. I am also still overthinking that first handshake. Like was it wet? Did I make you wet"

You playfully kicked his mattress from below, giggling. "Yes Damien, you make all the ladies wet with your handshakes"

Damien grinned, once again poking his head back out from the top bunk. "Yeah, you know, that's exactly what I meant" He smiled down at you, " I'm glad we're roommates. This feels like one of those sleepovers you used to go to as a kid. Where you just talk about like, anything, for hours."

You laughed, nodding. "Yeah, it does. Like any minute now, my mom's going to burst in and tell us to shut the fuck up."

Damien laughed, the sound comforting and familiar. "It's nice though. I like talking to you."

You smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "I like talking to you too, Damien."

[thetriumphantpanda]

i don't really wanna fight, 'cause nobody's gonna win | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Eight

Chapter Summary | A little slice of domesticity wasn't ever going to be enough to cover the stress of the story unfolding on your desk, but it was worth a shot right?

Chapter Warnings | Mentions of drugs and the drug trade, work frustrations, explicit smut, fingering, unprotected PiV smut, creampie, dirty talk, we ride this man like our LIFE depends on it and some ANGST (I'm sorry, it had to happen sometime.)

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.2k

Authors Note | OOOOOF okay we're back with these two. Real life has been kicking my ass so I'm sorry this took so long - but we're moving into the tail end of this now so prepare yourselves for even more drama! Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting for this - I hope you enjoy it. If you are enjoying this then reblogs and comments really do help and if you’d like to support me further, please consider a donation to my Ko-Fi. 

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The words on the deed to the drug den in town are all forming into one - you’re not actually sure they’re in the English language anymore. You’ve been staring at the pages for what feels like a full week, even if you’d only spread them out for reading on your desk this morning. You don’t know what to do. There is, of course, the obvious option, of walking right up to their front door and asking what the hell is going on, but the more you dig, the more you think there’s something bigger going on here.

You pour over your notes, trying to make sense of it all. It was nothing to do with Tyler Johnson, but it had something to do with his family, that was for sure. There’s no way that this whole thing would have been brushed under the rug and dealt with by the police saying ‘oh well, we don’t know’ if there wasn’t something incriminating behind it all. You tried not to think about that possibly meaning your dad was implicated somewhere along the line.

Instead of sitting around and feeling useless, considering the words on the page weren’t leading you anywhere at all, you tidy up your desk, stick your head around your managers door to tell her you were heading out for the story, and you get in your car and drive.

They lead such dull lives, is all you can really think at this point. The sun is setting and it’s finally starting to cool a little. The thought process had been simple, if you weren’t going to catch them in the act on paper, you would have to catch them in the act for real - whatever that act might be.

You’d started with Tyler’s dad, following behind him as he went about mayoral business, driving from his office to some meeting in town and then back again. You’d waited an hour in the parking lot to see if he moved again, but gave up after a while. Deciding on following Tyler’s brother instead - but he’d been more of the same. You’d found him getting into his car at work once the day was done, driving to the grocery store and then going home. That was it. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Thinking about it, what would you even do if you did find them doing something? Tyler’s brother getting a package handed to him down a dark alley - there’s no way to get any proof, you don’t have a camera, and no-one’s going to believe you against them. The more you sit there, the more you think maybe you should have taken the story at face value, published it and moved on.

You suppose that these kinds of operations take time and patience - two things you were running seriously low on by now. You’re thinking of all the time’s Javi must have needed to do this - sitting around in a car waiting to catch someone doing something and wondered how he’d lasted so long. You weren’t made for this kind of work.

Sighing to yourself, you turn the key in the ignition and head home, trying not to let the frustration bubble over. You just had to wait. Bide your time. Surely somewhere along the line you’d catch someone doing something.

“You look stressed.”

You look at Javi through your eyelashes, taking a sip from the glass of wine in front of you on the counter. Your parents were taking their two week annual vacation - some place near the coast in Florida. You remember going when you were little, playing in the sand and swimming. They’d invited you this year but now you were older, it didn’t hold quite the same amount of charm as it used to, so you’d opted to stay at home.

The upside to not getting to lounge in the sun for two weeks was definitely this though. Javier Peña, hunched over the hob, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, cooking dinner for you. It was dangerous to think about how domestic it was, but you couldn’t deny how nice it felt. There was no-one to lie to about why you were late home from work for now, no need to rush through whatever it was that the two of you were doing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t need to be sorry,” He smiles at you, picking up his beer bottle to drink from, “You want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, “It’s alright, just stuff at work.”

“In all my years of working with journalists,” He speaks, stirring the pot of sauce in front of him, “I don’t think any of them were ever as stressed as you.”

“I just care about my work.”

“So did they,” He counters, picking a strand of spaghetti from the pot to test to see if it’s cooked, “Just trying to say there isn’t a story out there worth getting this worked up over.”

“I appreciate it,” You mumble, “But can we not talk about work?”

He holds his hands up in surrender, focusing his attention on dishing up the food - spaghetti with tomato sauce. It’s simple and you know it’s probably the limit of his cooking ability outside of being able to grill meat on fire, but it’s the thought that counts. You sit at the dining table and eat together, talking about nothing really, just enough to fill the silence. Even though he cooked, he insists on clearing up and packaging the leftovers for you to eat tomorrow.

You sit and watch TV on the couch and when it gets late enough and your head starts to rest on his shoulder, Javi asks if you want to go to bed.

“I do,” You answer, “But not to sleep.”

So he slowly leads you up the stairs and into your room, softly closing the door behind him. You settle yourself under your sheets, pushing them back on the other side for him as he takes off everything he’s wearing apart from his underwear and gets into bed with you. He shuffles you around so your back in pressed to his front, his big hands wandering from your hips up to your chest, where he gently cups one of your tits in his hands over the shirt you’re wearing.

You can feel his mouth trailing kissing up your shoulder until he reaches the delicate skin behind your ear, the tickle of his facial hair there making goosebumps rise on your skin, regardless of how warm it is under your sheets.

“What do you want?” He whispers softly, snaking his free arm under your neck so the side of your face is pillowed against it.

You don’t answer, you just take hold of his wrist, dragging his hand from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. You let his hand go then, feeling his big palm cup you through the material, “Like this?” He asks, teeth nipping at your ear lobe.

“No,” You shake your head, “Under.”

That big hand drags up just a little, fingers finding the waistband again, dipping below this time. He tuts into your ear when he finds you bare, having not bothered with underwear when you’d changed out of your work clothes.

His hand is warm against your skin as it envelops you again, fingers dipping ever so slightly between the folds of your pussy to find you already wet, it doesn’t take much at all when he’s around.

Fingers dragging through the slick, up to circle your clit, he speaks again, “Like this?” He asks, feather-light touches of his fingers making you gasp.

“Y-yeah,” You choke out, “Just like that.”

So that’s what he does - let’s you rest your head against his arm, lazily rolling his finger across that bundle of nerves like he has all the time in the world for making you feel good. It’s slow, the only punctuation to his fingers are the moans he lets out into your ear whenever he pushes his hips against the plush of your ass, his bulge prominent against the clothes that are separating you.

“I want you to come for me,” He whispers gently a little while later, teeth biting gently into the skin of your shoulder, “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

You nod your head, unable to speak through the short, sharp gasps that the friction between your legs is drawing out from you. He speeds up a little, lets his finger add more pressure there. He lets you roll your hips, chasing at the high that is just there, coiling in your tummy. Your body starts to shake, thighs clamping down on his hands as he brings you over the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” He rasps into your ear, “So fucking pretty when you come for me, mi querida.”

Through the haze of pleasure, you can feel him rolling you over, pressing your back into the sheets. He’s settling between your thighs, pulling your shorts off altogether, but you don’t want it like this, so you press a palm to his warm chest to stop him.

“I want…” You trail off, “I think I want to be on top.”

You watch his eyebrows raise a little but he doesn’t protest, because of course he doesn’t, he simply lies himself back down on his side of the bed and waits for you. You let yourself straddle his thighs, marvelling just a little at the bulge of his underwear, before you’re hooking your fingers into the waistband to drag them just far enough down his thighs to let his cock spring free, resting on his lower stomach.

Shuffling up his thighs a little, you lower yourself, letting your soaked folds drag across his length whilst your mouth moves up to suckle at the skin of his neck. You can feel his hands on the globes of your ass, helping to drag you up and down his cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks as you moan when the head of his cock brushes against your still-sensitive clit.

You don’t have any words, so you press yourself up, palms against his chest as you lift your hips just enough for him to reach between you, base of his cock fisted in his hand, to nudge at the weeping hole of your cunt. He holds it there for you as you slowly start to sink down onto him, moaning with your head thrown back at the stretch of taking him inside. When you reach the bottom, feeling him sucked right into the depths of you, you stay still, rolling your hips a little, feeling him so deep inside you.

Javi brings his hands to your hips, looking up at you as he guides your movements, slow forwards movements matched with even slower movements backwards, until the two of you are panting together.

You push yourself back, letting your arms fall behind you onto his knees, which have come up to rest against your backside, slowly starting to lift off him until he’s almost all the way out of the tight heat of your cunt, then you slide back down onto him, finding a rhythm of bouncing up and down on his cock.

Javi moves one of his hands from your hips, letting the flat palm run up your stomach, through the valley of your tits to lightly grip at the base of your neck. He doesn’t add any pressure, just holds his hand there, but you can feel the effect it has on you, pussy clenching around his length as you continue to bounce up and down on him.

“Look so fucking pretty like this,” He manages to choke out between moans, “Like you were made to be right here bouncing on my cock.”

“I-I think I’m g-gonna come again.” You hiss, feeling that familiar tightening in your tummy.

“Yeah?” He goads, but not unkindly, “You gonna come around my cock for me?”

To help you get there, Javi starts to thrust up into you, hand still at the base of your neck, hitting into your perfectly on your downward motion to fill you right to your depths, making your orgasm hit you head on. You feel yourself tighten around him, body collapsing forward to rest against his chest as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your climax, gripping onto your ass to keep you spread so he can find his own high, thrusting a handful of times before he’s stilling inside you, spilling himself inside with moans right into your ear.

He slips out of you as he softens, shifting you so you’re led down, both catching your breath.

“Sorry, I should have asked about that.” He mumbles, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s talking about coming inside you.

“It’s okay,” You say, turning your head to smile at him, “Although it does mean I have to go to the bathroom now.”

You drag yourself up onto all fours onto your bed, dragging yourself to the door to cover yourself in your robe before you leave Javi in your room to head to the bathroom.

He doesn’t know why he does it. In hindsight, it was out of order, but when you close the door behind you, he can’t help himself. He stands up, pulls his underwear back up and puts the rest of his clothes back on. Then he sits down on your edge of the bed and gingerly opens the top drawer of your bedside table.

There’s nothing much of note in there, a few lip balms and an old notebook, but that’s it. He opens the bottom one next, which is much more full, mainly with notebooks and sheets of paper. He knows he shouldn’t, but he reaches in and picks the first up, flicking it open to a random page somewhere in the middle, running his thumb across a loose sheet of paper before his eyes circle in on what the paper actually is.

It’s a newspaper article, reporting on Escobar’s death. When Javi looks underneath the paper there are notes written in your handwriting, detailing parts of the story that are interesting. He flicks to another page, another article about Escobar dying, with more of your handwritten notes. He can feel the panic rising in his chest, threatening to take hold of his throat.

He puts that notebook on the bed, reaches in and picks another up, flicking through to find more of the same - articles about the entire Escobar case, more handwritten notes - some written in red ink that only ever say his name with a question mark, like you’re asking yourself if he was responsible for the ill-reported heroics. Javi is too caught up in flicking through that he forgets about your return, letting you catch him red-handed when you come back through the door.

“What are you doing?” You ask, making him look up.

Your eyes are wide, like you’re shocked to find him with your notebooks in his lap.

“What’s all this?” He asks, instead of answering your question.

You surge forward, grabbing the notebook from his lap, slapping it shut, picking up the other one and then shoving them back in the drawer, “Did you go through my things?” He can tell from your tone that you’re worked up.

“Why do you have all of that?” Javi asks, standing up from the bed to take some steps away from you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Well then tell me what it is.” He’s getting more annoyed as the moments go past.

“It was for my degree,” You say, shifting from foot-to-foot, “I don’t understand what the problem is?”

“The problem is, it’s all fucking lies!” He runs a hand over his face, more annoyed at himself for shouting at you than anything else, “It’s all fucking lies and you believe it.”

He watches as your face drops, he can see the glassing over of your eyes, “I-” You try to speak, “I’m sorry?” It’s more of an offering, like you don’t know what else to do.

“All of that shit?” He asks, pointing to the now closed drawer, “Fucking propaganda for this country to seem like it had control, when all it fucking did was make everything worse.”

“Javi, please,” You beg now, taking a step towards him with your hands open in surrender, “Why don’t you sit down and take a breath?”

He can feel himself shaking his head, stepping backwards until he can feel the handle of your door, twisting it to open. He thinks he’s saying sorry, telling you that he’s sorry, but he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he has to get out of there and away from you, almost running from the house and into his truck.

It’s not until he’s halfway to home that he can feel that panic take over, pulling over on the side of the road, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. He takes some deep breaths, trying to understand why his brain has gone from 0-100 so quickly, and all he can think of is that you’re just like everyone else in this damn town, thinking that he was a hero, that he’d played his part properly, correctly, in bringing that bastard down. I’d the wondering about what you’d think of him if you knew what he’d really done, the amount of blood actually on his hands, the fact he wasn’t here there when Murphy shot the bastard.

It’s that feeling of inadequacy that haunt him in bed that night, led against the pillows, other side cold and empty when all he wishes is that he’d stayed, let you curl into him so that he could get at least a few hours of rest. Even though he never stays the night, always leaving you with a press of lips to your head, the small hours of the morning where you’re sleeping against him are the most peaceful he thinks he’s ever had.

So, staring at his ceiling, red numbers from his clock staring him down as the hours pass, all he can think about it what the fuck he’s going to do, how he’s going to explain that this has nothing to do with you and what it had to do with your degree, and everything to do with the way he thinks if you knew exactly what had happened, outside of what the American press has told you, you’d probably hate him.

[imperatorrrrr]

T, in honour of devils playoffs and to hopefully remain positive during these crazy times, I have some silly devils questions. if you could pick one player for each of the categories, who would you choose?

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.)

have fun! 🦭

omg these are so fun, lets go!

One player to miraculously avoid any kind of further injury during the playoff run. like not even a scraped knuckle kind of invincibility. I'm going to be incredibly myself and incredibly predictable and say that Nico Hischier should get this one. That's the heart and soul of this team. Has had a career year offensively. This team can't seem to win a face off without him. And he deserves to see real playoff success. He didn't have a stellar offensive playoffs last go around.

In that same thread, one player who's on IR to come back in full health but the catch is none of the other injured players will return for the rest of playoffs. This one's tough because I think Siegs missing is actually the thing thats got us in the hole we're in and I'm going to be use some out of the box thinking to say Luke hasn't been placed on IR yet, so if I don't choose him he'll be able to come back. But I mean there's only one answer to this and its Jack Hughes. I miss him so much. I miss his smile I miss his skating I miss his goal scoring. I miss his everything. And so does the team. And so does Nico. Plus, I think his return would truly do numbers for us. Emotionally, hockey-ily, etc.

One player to score a history-worthy game-clinching goal that everyone talks about until September. This is my own personal agenda (and maybe also @jonasiegenthaler's agenda), but this will have to be Simon Nemec. I am very concerned about my boy's future on this team and I need him to have a memorable playoffs so the fanbase will shut up about trading him and so they let Luke keep his boyfriend. I think if he scores a history worthy game clinching goal that might gain him some respite from all the god damn discourse.

One player that will most likely give a playoff quote so bizarre during interviews that people begin to meme him and it gets utterly out of hand. He thinks it'll die down over summer but come September the first question he gets is that meme once more. The first player that came to my mind was in fact Cody Glass and you know what I'm going to stick to it. I feel he is so wholesome that he's going to say something he thinks is so innocuous, but ends up being something insane. Like when I was younger and I was getting a ride home from Mock Trial from my friend's parents and they asked me if I had a good time at Mock Trial and I wanted to say "we were just jerking around" like being silly goosey and instead I said "we were just jerking off" and the entire car fell silent.

And last but not least, one player that the bus leaves behind AGAIN. Could be a player that wasn't part of the Original Abandoned Four but could also be a player that was part of the Original Abandoned Four (tragic.) Okay, so I was originally gonna say Bratter because I think he would never find himself in such a situation, he's too on top of things and it would be high comedy if he did, but there is actually a correct answer to this and its Luke Hughes. Very much in the style of that scene from Home Alone where Nico wants to pass something back to Luke on the bus and it goes through the whole team "pass this to Luke" and then comes back with a "Luke's not here" and then you have a zoom in on Nico's face going "LUKE!" Cue Luke playing on his Nintendo DS waiting on the curb for the bus to come back for him.

[cherrychilli]

18+

AFAB reader, Oral sex(m), mentions of P in V sex

A/N: This one's silly but so is most of the stuff I write I guess.

Consider this: "Pavloving" Steve into popping a boner whenever you wear your favorite perfume.

It's the one you had been eyeing in passing for the past few days. The pretty tinted and textured glass bottle caught your attention but the fragrance, a particular blend of subtle and powdery sweet, is what made you fall in love with it. You reluctantly set the bottle back down and leave it behind however, knowing you couldn't afford the purchase until your next pay day. Maybe.

You're not down about it for very long though because you're dating Steve Harrington. Adorably attentive and partial to spoiling his favorite girl, he surprises you with a bottle the following morning along with plans for dinner that night so that you have a chance to use it.

It's hard not to feel as good as you do, all dressed up, pulse points spritzed with your new gift. Steve compliments you all night, pulling you close to breathe you in, hands roaming your body discreetly, fingers lingering where no one else can see. You know just how to thank him for the thoughtful present and dinner when you get back to his place.

On your knees, hand cupping his balls, tongue pushed out to rest the head of his cock on. You kitten lick at the swollen, ruddy tip, drawing choked, ragged pleas of "baby- oh, fuck- please", from his kiss bitten lips. It's a slow, sinful descent as you kiss down the underside of his shaft, whatever's left of your lipstick leaving faint traces on the sensitive skin there. " Y' take such good care of me, Steve- 'wanna show you how thankful I am", you lick a wet stripe all the way back up before finally taking him into your mouth. It's cute how worked up he gets despite how slow and gentle you're being with him. How red he gets in the face. Sputtering praise, moaning and whining while you leisurely suck and stroke him till he spills into your mouth.

You hadn't meant to but it ends up becoming a habit. It's one of your favorite perfumes and you save it for special occasions and that included date night with Steve. He can smell it when he leans over to kiss you as you buckle yourself into the passenger seat. He can smell it on you at the restaurant, soft wispy hints of it when he sneaks a peek or two at your cleavage. And he can smell it the whole time you're pressed up against him in the backseat of his car, riding him fast and hard on some lonely road because you're too impatient to wait the 15 minute drive back to yours.

It begins to linger in his subconscious after every romp, memories of you, all bare skin and angelic moans intertwining with the sweet fragrance. The next time you're getting dolled up for date night he comes over to pick you up, waiting for you on the couch while you finish getting ready. You apply the fragrance as your final step before greeting him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. That's when you feel something stiff poking you.

Looking down to see the bulge that definitely hadn't been there a few moments ago and then back up at him, you see that he's just as surprised as you are. It didn't usually happen this quickly. And especially not when you hadn't even done anything yet.

"I- I think it might be your perfume...", he explains, clearly embarrassed. You don't understand at first until you see his cheeks turn that familiar shade of red and it suddenly clicks. One hearty giggle from you and a sheepish laugh from him later and you've collected yourself. "Guess we're gonna have to flip the order of events tonight", you run your hands down his shirt and slacks as you ease down on to your knees, fingers seeking his belt and a fleeting thought flashing through your mind.

Gonna need to go back for a second bottle.