#just playing downstairs dj

[gothcsz]

when you find a video that introduces you to a pornstar that doesn't necessarily look like pstar!javi but fucks exactly how you imagined him to.... mmmm

[mcrveilles]

just this once // ln4

word count: 1.1k warnings: casual intimacy themes, secrecy, conflicts of loyalty, romantic tension and suggestive content, clubbing, alcohol includes: friends to lovers, fluff, best friends little sister, brothers best friend summary: the group goes clubbing, things turn heated

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You're sprawled across your bed, staring at the ceiling as your phone buzzes beside you. Given your last message to your brother, you already know who it is before even picking it up.

Your cheeks flush at the nickname. He only calls you that to get under your skin, and he loves how much it annoys you. But after what happened between you two, it carries a different meaning to you.

You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. The truth is, you are thinking about it. Thinking about him, specifically. How his hands had felt on your waist the last time you'd been together. How his lips had lingered on yours. How much you wanted—Your phone buzzes again.

Your heart skips a beat at that, but you choose to ignore it, tossing your phone onto the bed as you head to your closet.

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yourusername Monaco

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yourusername If life gives you lemons, add some vodka and hit the club. 🪩

maxfewtrell stop posting on instagram and get downstairs landonorris squad goaaaaaaaaaaaals 💅🏼 landonorris also🤤 ↳ carlando4ever LANDO WHAT ARE YOU DOING user02 wooooooooooooooow slay user03 mother is mothering

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The music pulses through the club, the bass thumping in your chest, the club now filled with people. You lean against the edge of the booth, sipping your drink, and watch the crowd sway under the neon lights. Then your eyes wander over Max and the others dancing and jumping around like idiots. Their unsynchronized moving makes you laugh and shake your head. 

Lando had disappeared somewhere in the crowd, and you’re torn between relief and annoyance at his absence. You sip your drink again, your gaze now wandering away from your group of people, and then you spot those familiar curls. Standing near the DJ booth, chatting with a girl—tall, blonde, and dressed to turn heads. Insanely beautiful. You can feel your stomach twist, but then you remember that you have no right. There are no promises between you and Lando, no agreements. Just one (or well, more) kiss. 

Still, when the blonde leans in, you swear you can hear her laughter ringing over the music. Why did you come again? You could’ve stayed cozy at home. You grit your teeth and down the rest of your drink. Being around Lando, especially in a setting like this, feels like playing with fire. It’s setting everything within her in flames. But well, here you are, trying not to let your gaze linger too long on the man who’s occupying your every thought since that night.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Max says, sliding into the booth next to you. His words pull your attention away from the scene across the room, “You jealous?”

“What? No,” you answer quickly, forcing a laugh and sitting up straight. “Why would I be jealous?”

Max, clearly unconvinced, raises an eyebrow, “You’ve been staring at Lando like you’re about to murder him or the girl he’s talking to. What’s up with you two lately? You’ve been weird.”

“Weird?” you repeat, your voice pitching slightly higher. “No, everything’s fine. I’m just tired and Lando talked me into coming.” Max narrows his eyes at that but shrugs. “Alright, whatever, but I’m not carrying you back like last time.” He stands back up, offering you his hand, “Maybe you should join us on the dance floor,” Max suggests, “It’s better than brooding over here.”

“I’m not brooding.” You let out a breath and wave his hand away.

Max raises an eyebrow and mutters out a ‘right’ before joining your friends again. Before you get the chance to react, Lando reappears, sliding into the booth on your other side, draping his arm casually over the back of the seat, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he settles in.

“You look like you’re having fun,” he teases, his voice low enough that only you can hear. You shoot him a look, which makes his silly grin even wider. “I was until I saw your fan club growing,” you reply dryly, swirling the ice in your glass.

Lando’s lips twitch into a smirk. “You’re not jealous, are you?” In return, you scoff, trying to mask the warmth rising to your cheeks. “Please. I couldn’t care less who you flirt with.” To which Lando chuckles and leans closer so that his breath tickles your ear. “Jealousy looks good on you, baby Fewtrell.”

It makes your cheeks burn, but you refuse to let him win. “I’m not jealous.” 

“Hmm,” he murmurs, leaning closer so his lips brush your ear now. “You sure about that?”

Your breath hitches, but before you can respond, Max reappears, slinging an arm around Lando’s shoulders. “What’s going on here?” You look up, “Nothing,” Lando and you say in unison, far too quickly.

“Stop sitting around and come dance,” Max says, already dragging Lando toward the dance floor. Lando shoots a look over his shoulder into your direction—half amused, half frustrated—as Max pulls him away. You roll your eyes, trying to focus on anything other than the way his shirt clings to his back or the memory of his lips on your ear.

When he turns around again and catches you watching, his grin widens, and he crooks a finger, beckoning you to join. “No way,” you mouth, shaking your head. He raises an eyebrow and steps closer until he’s standing right in front of you again. “Come on, baby,” he says, his voice once more, low enough that Max wouldn’t be able to hear over the music. “One dance won’t kill you.”

You look up at him, sizing him up, clearly thinking about your options. Reluctantly, you let him pull you onto the dance floor—close enough to your group of friends, but far away enough. The crowd presses in around you, and it’s impossible to ignore the way his hands find your hips immediately, guiding your movements to the beat.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you mutter, voice barely audible over the music. “I’m not the only one,” Lando replies, coming close enough to let his lips brush your ear. And he stays close, his hands becoming more and more daring as you dance within the crowd. At one point, his hand finds the small of your back, guiding you closer to him as the music pulses around you. Even you dare to be a little bolder and wrap your arms around his shoulders loosely. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

You look up at him, your breath hitching at the intensity in his gaze. But before he can say anything else, Max appears again, squeezing in between you with a grin, “Alright, break it up, you two. Sis, what’s with the face? You look like you’re being tortured.”

Tortured is one way to put it, you think, as Lando steps back smoothly, his expression unreadable. “She’s just not used to fun, Max.” You shoot him a glare, but Max continues to be as oblivious as before, too drunk and too busy scanning the crowd for their other friends.

[woodle-isbae]

Could you please do anything that's male reader X Joost? There are almost no fics with male reader I'm dying out here 😭

One night only

Fratboy!Joost klein x fratboy!reader

Warnings: Frat boys! , drinking , smoking , smut , PiA , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it) , joost is a jock and reader is a theater kid , bottom!Joost , Top reader

Drunken bodies all over eachother , music blasting from the speakers and people basically black out drunk outside

You and a few friends hosted one of the craziest parties of the semester , free entry and plus ones allowed. You even had three? Four? Of your teachers there aswell , to "chaperone"

"You all enjoying the party!!?"

The DJ you hired hyping up everyone , including you , who was equally drunk as everyone else on the property

Heading to the kitchen to get another drink , moving past the drunk girls and horny couples grinding against eachother , slightly cringing at them

"They're fucking disgusting-"

You whipped your head around at the sudden voice behind you , it was a blue eyed blond man , not much taller than you but had some height.

He had to be a jock

"Oh..uh, yeah..but im not shocked , kinda expected it"

"Still disgusting."

There was an awkward silence between you two before he gulped down his drink and introduced himself as 'Joost'.

Joost Klein , played rugby - star captain- he's well known amongst the people in your year. An icon and playboy , usually hopping from girl to girl .

Unlike you , a total theatere kid , even for your little hobby you were very well known , basically on the same level as Joost in popularity

It was rare that you guys were near eachother , and even more rare for you guys to be talking

An hour passed of you guys talking and playing beer games , eventually settling down in your bedroom balcony, sharing a joint and taking in the cool summer air , the muffled sounds of music and cheers comming from downstairs

"Have you ever...nevermin-"

"C'mon Joostie , don't be shy"

Your interjection catching him off guard as he stared at you for a moment , huffing to himself as he turned a faint shade of pink , taking a gulp of his drink before he looked you in the eye , taking in a breath

"Have you ever had sex. . .with a guy?"

There was a silence between you two , his pink face turning red , embarrassed by his question , biting on his lip.

"I'm sorry it was a du-"

"Yeah , I have"

The silence returning before he continued his questioning

"How was it-? , like did you take it or-"

"I'm more of a giver , it's a fun experience tho"

"Ah..I see.."

You finally turned over to look at him , head resting on your hand , which was on the mini table , scanning his face for a bit.

"You wanna try it out?"

° ☆ °

"Okay..take a breath in , it's gonna hurt a bit"

"Y-yeah okay-"

You currently had him face down into the pillow , fully exposed and your finger lubed up.You gave him a blow job prior , just to relax his nerves a bit

You slowly prodded your finger inside him , pausing halfway to give him time to adjust before you put your finger in fully , giving him a few minutes to get used to the feeling

"Y'ready?"

He mumbled a shaky yes , nodding his heads aswell. His body jerking as you began to move your finger inside him , searching for that spongey spot.

"W-wait..ah-!"

He choked out a moan ,his body trembled and legs shook as he came.

There is it

"Haven't even finished stretching you out yet."

"What just happened-?"

He turned over to look at you , still catching his breath. . .only to be met with a sly smirk from you

"Don't stress it , just have fun"

He was slightly weirded out by how quick he came , allowing himself to relax once more and turn over , stuffing his face in the pillow as you continued stretching him out to your liking

"Okay. . .I'm gonna enter now..take a breath in"

Lining yourself up and slowly entering , his breath hitched as his body trembled

"You'll tell me when I can start moving."

Bottoming out in him , steading his hips against yours as you caught your breath , waiting for him to adjust

"You can-. . .you can move"

"I'll be slow"

You began moving your hips at a steady and slow rhythm , trying your best to make him comfortable.

After a while your movements became more erratic, your grip on his hips nearly bruising as your thrusts were animalistic , knocking a yelp and whine out of the larger man bellow you

"I-ah!-I'm gonna c..Um!"

The way he was barely coherent and rambling out profanities and pleading for more had you at your edge , his back resting against your chest while your hips continued their movement which was becoming unstable

"C'mon Joostie , let it out-shit.-y'can do it"

Your words of praise was just enough to get him to his breaking point , he shuddered and tightened against you , spilling all om the sheets underneath him before his body gave out and fell limp from overstimulation

You pulled out quickly and came on his lower back , catching your breath as you layed next to him.

The world comming back to the both of you , the cheering and music that was erupting from the party still going on downstairs

You went to go get a warm cloth and a bottle of water from your mini fridge, cleaning him up and helping him get his boxers back on , along with your own

"Y'have fun?"

"I'd do it again..definitely"

[renthony]

Got hit with a wave of nostalgia for the bar I used to hang out in, which was a staple in the local punk scene. My dad's old band used to play in its original location. I never got to go to that one, but the new location was my favorite place in town.

The live music was downstairs, and the bar was a quieter hangout upstairs where folks could take a break from the music and chat. The bathrooms had the first trans-affirming graffiti I ever saw, and became part of the reason we kept going back. First place my husband and I took our wife out after she came out as our wife. I used to swap tarot readings for sips of wine while I demolished the free bar snacks.

Looked up the location and discovered it closed down due to a whole slew of bullshit just before covid hit. Then the building changed hands, and it's something completely different now. The spot where I used to do my tarot readings is closed off where it used to be easy to sit and talk to people passing by on the sidewalk, and the quiet chitchat area upstairs has been converted into a second DJ booth.

Life achievement unlocked: Outlived favorite punk bar. :(

At least the gay bar's still around. I still can't go, but at least it still exists. Sigh.

[caramara3]

Just Friends [1]

a Damian Priest x Reader Amani Cove fic

Summary: After a drunken night out, WWE Superstars and estranged friends Amani Cove and Damian Priest wake up to find themselves naked in bed together with no recollection of what happened the night before. They both choose to go on pretending as if nothing ever happened, but soon find out it’s easier said than done, especially when those lines of friendship begin to blur around them…

Warnings: plot, slow burn, angst, language, mature sexual content 18+, ofc, fluff, semi-friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.5k

**Partially Edited and Proofread**

**Interactive**

Notes: Thank y'all so much for reading!! Leave a comment, heart, share, and enjoy the ride!!!

Italic writing signifies an inside thought.

The Playlist | Meet Amani Cove | Amani’s tattoos | Meet the Cast

Chapter 1: Drunken Actions, Sober Consequences

~Morning after Backlash Puerto Rico~

“Uugh… oww.”

You groaned softly and shifted your body, regretting that decision almost immediately. It’s not like being a wrestler for nearly two decades now, you weren’t used to a little soreness and tension after a match, especially one as rough as last night’s Last Woman Standing match against your current and all-time favorite feud partner/bestie Bayley. 

But Lord Almighty, this was a different kind of sore. 

Every single muscle in your body felt like they had been stabbed with the tiniest needle ever created while also being set on fire. Your back felt like you’d been thrown through plexiglass over a dozen times. In your mind you made a mental note to have your chiropractor send Bales his thanks for keeping him in business.

“Ow… oww… argh, ow!”

You winced at each small movement as you opened your eyes only to be met with a soft but heavy material. You began to pull it from over your head and was immediately met with the morning sun shining its insanely bright ass through the hotel window.

“Ah, oh God! Absolutely not!”

You grimaced and pulled the material back over your face, sinking deeper and deeper into the fluffy fortress as you waited for the throbbing pain in your head to subside. 

Great, you thought to yourself. Sore and hungover: the perfect combination. 

You laid your head flat against the mattress as you tried to remember the events of last night. But as you did everything felt like a jumbled and confusing blur. Tequila is an evil bitch from the depths of hell…

You remembered leaving the arena and catching a ride back to the hotel with Zelina as well as getting ready with her to go out for the night to celebrate. You remembered spending way too long doing your makeup and hair while trying to find the perfect look, something that screamed "REVENGE" before Zelina pulled out a khaki little cutout number from your suitcase.

You remembered pre-gaming with Zel and the guys from LwO downstairs at the hotel bar before catching a cab into the city. You remembered, though you wish you didn't, the numerous phone calls on the way to the club with your lying, cheating bastard of a now EX-fiancé Marcus Frost, informing him that he had 3 days to clear his things out of your home before you had the locks changed.

Fuck you Marcus…

You remembered getting to the club late and having shots immediately pushed in your face by Bianca Belair, the mere thought making your stomach queasy. You remembered being pulled onto the dancefloor by Cruz and Carlito. Or wait, maybe it was Carmelo. Or was it Santos? Maybe Knight?? You remembered when your best friend Rhea Ripley finally showed up along with the other members of The Judgment Day. More shots. You remembered kicking your shoes off somewhere to the side of the dancefloor as the DJ played banger after banger.

Was this when Finn was dancing with you??

But wait, was this before or after Sami kept stepping on your foot while you tried to teach him how to salsa?

More shots. You danced atop the bar with Samantha Irvin, Bianca, & Zelina like some bad Coyote Ugly remake and damn near slipped off. More shots. You were cheered on in the ladies room by your girls and others as you flushed your engagement ring down the toilet.

Again, fuck you Marcus.

More dancing. Even more shots. There was some random local who reeked of cheap tequila that kept grinding on you on the dancefloor and trying to cop a feel, you remembered that. You also remembered watching him get snatched up and tossed out of the club by security with the help of your friend Finn Balor and 'friend' Damian Priest.

And after that happened you remembered... pulling Damian onto the dancefloor and dancing with him? Why in the world would you do that?

Or was it some other outrageously tall, good-looking man who resembled a young Puerto Rican Undertaker from the Bronx…? 

Even more dancing. 

Shots. Shots. Shots. 

Ugh, god why did I let them keep feeding me all those damn shots? I swear I’m gonna kill her next time I see her. But how did I get back to the hotel?  

Suddenly the flash of a memory appears through the blurry fog of your mind. Lights. You see lights, streaks of gold and white hues racing past you. Was this from the time when you were in the cab? You wrap yourself in the memory, hoping more would come back.

Touch. The feeling of hands; rough and calloused with the softest touch brushing against your skin as they pull you onto their lap. Their touch traveling down from your neck to your open back before resting on your bottom, caressing your cheeks with a firm dominance. Caressing your skin as if it had been made of silk.

Taste. Their lips pressed against yours; soft and unsure at first, then rough with a fiery intensity. You felt those same lips travel up your neck to your earlobe, sucking and nibbling on that sweet spot that made you weak in the knees. Brushing against your shoulder, along your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts, softly biting your nipple, trailing down your stomach… the action sending goosebumps up and down your body.

Sound. A deep and foreboding voice against your ear, dripping with lust as they whispered the dirtiest things you could ever imagine. You softly moaning against his, grinding against his lap as his fingers moved lower and lower down your body until they found solace between your thighs, pushing aside your thong as you feel them slowly...

“Ugh.”

Just like that the memory is gone, leaving you even more frustrated but also turned on. What and who did this to you? You groan softly and go to rub your temples, a wave of nausea washing over you as the after effects of your night out begin to hit you for the first time since waking up. You couldn't remember the last time you’d gotten this drunk. Yes you could, two years ago during the weekend that Marcus proposed. He had booked this gorgeous resort in Barbados for the two of you with a private pool overlooking the beach. The night he'd asked you, the two of you had gotten so drunk you ended up running down to the beach, stripping down to nothing but your bra and panties, jumped into the ocean & then you…

Your eyes widened instantly at the thought, your heart drop down to your stomach.

Oh. Oh god no… Amani Jade please tell me you didn’t…

That nausea from earlier began to creep up once again. You knew you had to look, but you didn’t want to. After a few moments, several deep breaths, and inner monologue pep talks, you psych yourself up just enough to do it. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and slowly lifted the comforter and gazed down at your body.

Fuck. Me.

It was bad enough that you were as naked as the day you came into the world, but from the look of things, whatever you got into last you had a pretty good time doing it. Your eyes move down your body, navigated by the trail of small purple marks decorating your lower half. There was one just above your collarbone and one dead center between the valley of your breasts, thankfully blending into your sternum tattoo. One hiding just under your left nipple, two on your stomach, two or three up the side of your hip bone just near your tattoo, and several scattered along your inner thighs.

Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck Ani? You’ve only been newly single for all of three days and this is how you decide to celebrate? By getting shit faced and letting some random dick cover you in hickies?!?!

You ignored your body practically screaming for you to be still and move into a seated position in the bed, hand raised to shield you from any amount of sunlight creeping in. A soft hiss left your mouth as your bare back pressed against the cold wooden headboard. On sheer instinct you grabbed the sheet from the bed and pulled it up to cover your body. 

Oh, now we wanna be modest. It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?

You looked over to your left, expecting to find your phone on the nightstand charging, alongside your iPad with the light purple leather cover and your glasses. But your phone’s not there, neither is your purple leather covered iPad or your glasses.

Oh no. No no no no...

You looked around the room, a quiet gasp leaves your mouth upon the realization: this was not your room. 

In fairness, after spending nearly two decades on the road there gets a point where all the hotels room you've stayed in all begin to blend together. But no matter what you were always, ALWAYS, able to tell which was your room and which wasn’t. And this was NOT your room. None of your things were here. Your gym bag with your backup ring gear for last night wasn’t laid out on the couch near the window. Your laptop wasn’t sitting open on the desk just as you had left it before leaving. There was no makeup or various hair products stretched out along the top of dresser, and your lavender carry-on and backpack wasn't not tucked away in the corner by the settee. 

This wasn’t your room. It was the same hotel, but a completely different room. What you did notice was your purse, your dress and your heels from last night alongside a very large set of men’s clothes creating a trail starting at the door and led towards the foot of the bed.  

You also couldn’t help but notice that there were not one… 

not two… 

BUT THREE shiny, reflective, and OPEN gold foil packets tossed along the ground and nightstand.

Three? Goddamn Ani… I mean, at least you were safe right? That has to count for something… right?  

You groaned and brought your knees up to your chest, placing your head atop them as you tried yet again to remember what happened last night.

Come on Ani, I need you to think. What exactly happened from leaving the club to getting back to the hotel that got you here? How did you get back? Who did you ride with?? Please tell me he was at least hot and very well-endowed. 

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… blank space.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nothing.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nada.

“Ugh. This is a nightmare.”

This wasn’t like you, you were not this kind of girl. Sure, you had a couple hookups here and there in your early twenties, but you outgrew that! You were a grown-up now, and grown-ups don't do nothing so crazy that you can’t remember it the next day! And they especially don’t hook up with random strangers while technically on a goddamn work trip!! 

Through all the emotional and mental chaos currently going on in your mind, you felt a sense of heaviness across your pelvis. For the first time since waking up you noticed the very large, very muscular, and very tatted arm stretched across your stomach. The sound of soft snores filled the once quiet room, like a faint rasp blending seamlessly with the stillness of the moment. You took a breath, held it, and slowly turned your head to the left. You couldn't see a face, rather a large figure sleeping peacefully, engulfed in the warmth of the hotel linen. 

You went to move your hand to remove the blanket, a low grumble stopped you dead in your tracks. The body under the blanket suddenly shifted and turned over on their side, their back now completely facing you, and settled after a few seconds. You froze and waited for a few seconds for the sound of soft breathing to know they were still asleep. You hadn’t the slightest idea what you would say to if he were. It had been a long time since you’d had a one-night stand and weren’t really sure if the rules were still the same. 

Do you start with a “hi” or “Good Morning random dude?” Do you thank Mr. Random Dick for the sex? Could you possibly try and sneak out before they wake up?? Like, what was the standard practice and protocol here??

Once you were absolutely sure he was asleep you gripped the blanket and slowly pulled it away, revealing your mystery dick and his giant back. You gasped loudly and practically jumped up off the bed and right onto the plush carpeted floor, landing hard on your ass with a heavy thud.

“Ah, son of a bitch!” you shrieked, wincing at the pain of the impact.

You ignored the immediate pain and sprung up to peek over the bed, your eyes peering over the edge of the mattress as Mr. Random Dick on the bed started to wake up. He groaned and moaned, stretching his body out as if he’d just been awoken from a long deep hibernation. You couldn’t move, all you could do was sit there like a weirdo, buck naked on the carpet watching him. He sat up and stretched yet again, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. You watched as every single muscle on his back spasmed and flexed from the movement.

But your eyes were fixated on just one thing: his back. His back had looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a mountain lion and lost. Indents in the shape of crescents decorated the back of his shoulders while the sides of his back were painted in streaks of pink and red. Some welts looked like the result of being hit with something multiple times, others looked like the result of fingernails being dragged down his skin. But your eyes couldn't help but keep going to the giant piece of art that was etched into the center of his back.

From afar someone could easily mistake it as just a standard skull tattoo, but up close it revealed something more. The skull made way for the inside art, resembling that of a dark grim reaper.

You’ve seen that grim reaper before. Many times in fact.

I mean why wouldn’t you? After all, the two of you worked together.

And up until about ten months ago, you had considered him to be one of your closest and dearest friends.

His eyes began to open and you quickly ducked your head back down, pressing your back to the carpet and covering your face with your hands like that would actually hide you in this moment.

This was a joke. This had to be a joke.

Some sick, twisted, perverted version of a prank that the universe was playing on you. Of all the men in the world you could have slept with, all the random dick being slung around desperately begging to be some woman's drunken mistake... why did your drunken mistake have to be with him?!?!

The room had gone a little too quiet for your liking so you peeked through your fingers, gasping as his head emerged from over the edge of bed to look down at you. His dark brown eyes widened in shock at you lying on the floor of his room; naked, disheveled, and covered in purple marks. 

“Oh my god-,” he trailed off, the panic and exhaustion seeping to the surface. His voice cracked slightly, the usual confidence he exhumed nowhere to be found.

“Amani?”

You tried to avoid his gaze, but couldn't look anywhere but his eyes. You slowly released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding all this time, your voice soft and slightly shaky as you spoke.

“Hey Damian.” 

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[f0point5]

MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE WHEN?? I have never needed a written piece more than right now

I also reserve the right to imagine Emilia throwing a shoe at someone in this scenario. Idk why i just feel like it could happen. She is not happy about it

MAD MAX FIGHT SCENE NOW!!!

Tell me why this went four different ways before I came to this version. The alternate version took place in a club and had Emilia spraying champagne at a bunch of people but fundamentally it didn’t work as a written piece because you can’t hear what anyone’s saying in a club for shit 😂 No shoe throwing but I hope you like it anyway 😂

Me writing action scenes is like something out of that book After it’s so bad I’m sorry but I hope you got where I’m going 😂

✨set after the Monaco Grand Prix 2018✨

I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming

Another Monaco GP, another yacht party. You’re not even sure whose yacht it is but you don’t care. During GP weekend, drivers can pretty much walk onto whatever boat they want. You, Max, Clara, and Laurent had wandered onto the biggest boat with people having a party and set about forgetting Max’s nightmare weekend. The party is chaotic, you’re not sure how long whoever is in charge of the marina will let the noise and overcrowding go on, but you’re enjoying the high, four shots down with Max on the upper deck, lazily moving to the music emanating from the DJ playing his set downstairs.

“Where’s Laurent?” Max asks, practically shouting in your ear. He’s tipsy, which he deserves to be, his arm slung over your shoulder as he looks around, jerking your body as he turns. He’s out way too late, you can tell by how his t-shirt is clinging to him, and the fluffy top of his hair has completely broken free of the gel hold. He looks positively feral. You don’t hate it.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, pushing up onto your tiptoes so you don’t have to shout. “Probably fucking Clara in a bathroom somewhere,”

Max chuckles at that, taking a sip of his Red Bull. He offers it to you but you shake your head.

“I thought you were supposed to be supporting me,” he jokes as you avoid the can.

“Not by rotting my insides,” you tell him, squirming in his hold as he bops to the Dua Lipa remix he’ll pretend he’s never heard before. He manoeuvres you in front of him as if you don’t even have feet, wrapping his arm around your stomach so that you’re still trapped, but comfortable.

“Je bent niet leuk, schatje,” he says into your ear. The air on your neck makes you shiver against him, and he must think you’re cold because he holds you tighter.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you tell him, which makes him smirk. “And I’m not your baby,”

“Ja, maar-“

“Max!”

You twist in Max’s hold when a guy you don’t recognise appears from somewhere in the crowd. Max lets go of you to greet him, and without being entirely engulfed by 80kgs of Red Bull and audacity, you realise you’re parched. You tell Max you’ll be right back and scoot out of reach before he can say anything. You creep through the crowd and then downstairs to where the drinks are without twisting your ankle, which, given how drunk you felt back upstairs, sort of surprises you.

There’s several ice buckets lining the edge of the deck and you peruse the options. You’ve certainly had enough to drink but one more vodka couldn’t hurt. You glance over at the cans of Red Bull and make a note to take one with you as you pick a glass off the table.

“Do you come with the bottles?”

Well, that’s a choice of opening line, talking to a girl like she’s a phone charm.

You turn to see what, not whom, actually felt comfortable saying that out loud and there he was. The epitome of a guy who would say that. He’s older than you, maybe mid to late 20s, all tan and tight jeans, dark hair cut in a fade, gold watch that could be seen from space and those Louboutin loafers. His cologne smells like Dubai.

You look him up and down very slowly and deliberately. “Not if you’re buying them,” you say, turning back to the ice bucket.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” his voice is closer now, almost in your ear. You turn only slightly and find his face already next to yours. ”Come have a drink over here,” he nods over to a seating area where a few guys sit with girls that look too young to be there.

You know the type - down on a girls trip for the weekend with only party outfits in their bags, they’d likely hung around the marina until the pack of jackals had brought them here to ply them with alcohol they didn’t have to pay for. You’re half offended that this guy thought you’d be anywhere near that easy.

“I’ve got enough, thanks.” You say, firmer this time, as you give up on the vodka and just grab one of the many bottles of champagne in the ice bucket. When you turn to leave, you practically collide with the hunk of meat now towering over you.

“Who do I have to speak to to get you to come have a drink with me?” He asks, as if that’s meant to be sexy.

You roll your eyes. “Your hairdresser.”

“Come on, just one drink. I’ll make it worth your while,” he says, his eyes glancing down. You follow his gaze, already steeling yourself for some vulgar gesture, but he pulls out the edge of his wallet from his jeans.

You roll your eyes again. “I’m not pay for play. Now leave me alone.”

You step around him this time, starting to make your way back towards the stairs when this experiment in protein shake consumption blocks your way. You almost trip trying not to crash into him, not that he would have minded if the way he leans into you Is any indication.

“Look, I’m not some nobody, baby, I’ve got real fucking money. I’m what all you pretty girls come out here in your skimpy dresses for,” he says, the noxious smell of chemicals and tequila almost making your eyes water. What makes you feel sick is the way he uses his height advantage to look down your dress. “So have a drink with me. It’ll be fun, I promise,”

Only now does he employ an actual smile, the kind that you’d never want to be in a room alone with. Suddenly, you don’t feel like making any more jokes, you just want to get as far away from this guy as possible. Turning on your heels, you figure you’ll double back around the deck, but a hand tight on your wrist stops you in your tracks.

“Don’t walk away from me,” the words are growled, and you feel your pulse spike. Now you’re scared, but showing it will get you nowhere.

“Get off me,” you snap, trying to shake the giant cretin off you without causing a scene. He doesn’t let go and you’re just about to bottle him over the head when you hear Max’s voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Max strides towards you, looking as angry as you’ve ever seen him. He must have been watching from up by the railings of the top deck.

“Oh, here we go,” the guy grumbles, rolling his eyes as he looks at Max. You take the opportunity to wrench your arm free of him. “Don’t worry, bro. You can have her back when I’m finished with her,”

“You arrogant piece of shit,” you snarl at the guy, almost taking a step towards him before thinking better of it.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps back, pointing a finger at you. “Your ass isn’t that nice,”

“The fuck did you just say?” Max yells over the music. He guides you behind him effortlessly and you don’t argue, though you do keep hold of his arm.

“You heard me, you prick,” the douchebag says, flashing Max a cocky grin. That won’t go down well.

You pull on Max’s arm. You can tell from the set of his shoulders that this is getting out of hand.

“Max, leave it,” you tell him, pulling him again, and this time he listens, sighing and shaking his head. He knows he has to let it go.

“Jesus,” the arrogant pig sneers, and you cringe. “Has this bitch got a magic pussy or something?”

You don’t even have a chance against Max’s reaction speed. He’s moving before your eyes can even follow, shoving the guy backwards so quickly that the drunkard stumbles slightly, but not as much as you thought he would.

“Shut the fuck up,” Max growls at him.

Dickhead doesn’t take this well, shoving Max back. You’re too scared to get in the middle now. People are starting to stare, a couple of them even have their phones out.

“Max,” it’s more of a plea than anything. “Stop it,”

You know Max isn’t going to just drop it. He doesn’t know how to walk away from a fight, it’s just that normally his fighting involves being protected by a ton of carbon fibre, not that he thinks he needs it.

“You don’t want to mess with me, man,” the guy shouts, looking over Max’s shoulder to glare at you. “Certainly not over some dirty yacht slut,”

Once again, you’re no match for Max’s reaction speed. You don’t see his arm move. You’re barely able to process his fist connecting with the guy’s face. You just see Dickhead fly backwards clutching his jaw as he tumbles to the ground.

“Max!” You scream, but this time he totally ignores you.

“Fucking pussy,” he yells, at the same volume but now that the music has been turned down so that everyone can pay attention to the spectacle, it feels like the whole marina can hear him.

He steps towards the disoriented drunkard on the floor and this time you manage to catch up with him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him backwards.

“Max, come on,”

He’s fighting it a little, and you press your nails into his skin as you fight harder, dragging him away from where Douchebag’s friends have swarmed around him trying to help. You know they’re looking in your direction but you ignore them and you’re hoping Max does, too.

He turns to look at you and it’s like barely recognises you, his face is flushed and his pupils are dilated and you don’t entirely recognise him either. It knocks the wind out of you, and for just a second you swear everything stops, even your heartbeat.

“You’re okay?” Max asks you, through frenzied breathing.

Your mouth is dry but you speak anyway. “I’m fine.” You don’t know if you’re lying. “Let’s just go,”

You don’t give him time to argue, and it seems he’s calmed down enough to realise now is a good time to cut your losses, because he follows you without complaint.

You don’t let go of him until you’re on the concrete pathway up towards the stairs that have street access. More accurately, that’s when you become aware that you’re still holding onto him. When two toasted revellers try to walk between you but can’t, and shout something at you in Spanish for walking too slow. You let go of Max but he still doesn’t say anything. You keep stealing glances at him as you walk. His shoulders are still tight, his jaw is clenched. His hands are clenched into fists at his side. He still looks livid. That’s why you’re nervous, that’s why you can’t catch your breath, that’s why it’s hard to look away from him. You’re worried about him.

“Well, that was stupid,” you say with a sigh, once you’re sure your words won’t come out as some kind of breathy invocation of a worse kind of chaos than anything you’ve already been involved in tonight.

“That guy was stupid,” Max shoots back, grinding his teeth.

“You could have got hurt, Max,” you tell him, shoving him in the arm. He rolls his eyes. Of course. When taking your own life in your hands is what you get paid for there’s not much you can afford to be scared of. “What would have happened if you’d broke your hand? Your dad would actually kill me,”

“My dad would have done the same thing I did,” Max counters, and you can tell by the several expressions that cross his face in quick succession that he doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.

“Your dad is an idiot,” you remind him. He doesn’t argue. “And so are you,”

He scoffs. “So I was just supposed to let him talk to you like that? Touch you like that?” It’s not really a question, more a general statement of unadulterated disgust and you can’t really blame him. “Fuck that. I’m not going to just-“

He cuts himself off, his jaw ticking again. Neither of you have ever spoken about it, but you know men behaving like sentient sewage is a sore subject for both of you. Maybe, you think, you shouldn’t make him feel bad for standing up for you. You’d never needed anyone to stand up for you, and you still didn’t, but the fact that Max always did means more to you than you know how to articulate.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, catching more of the corner of his mouth than you intended, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stops walking and looks at you, the left side of his lips twitching.

“You kiss idiots?” Max asks, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

“Exclusively,” you shrug, “judging by my dating history,”

That makes him laugh, a proper one, with that bark he does when he’s surprised how funny he finds something. All traces of the menace from the boat filter out of his body, and something in the back of your head tells you it was just in time.

“Hey,” a loud, obnoxious, and lovable voice rings out behind you. You turn around and see Laurent walking towards you with a well satisfied Clara on his back, holding a large bottle of pilfered champagne. “Where the fuck have you two been?”

[dietmountaindewbae]

please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

[mrs-saturday]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*Start Of Something New˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Twinkle Towne (An F1 X High School Musical AU!)

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: george russell x fem!reader, platonic!rest of grid x reader

♥ synopsis: New years parties, chalets and karaoke... Is this the start of something new for up-and-coming driver George Russell and maths genius Y/N L/N?

♥ warnings: nada, no warnings here bbys

♥ a/n: tysm for all your amazing love, support and kindness on my work! all the likes and kind reblogs and convos I have with you all over asks mean so so much to me, and im glad people are enjoying my work! TT is a purely self indulgent fic, but I hope you'll grow to love her as much as I do! Enjoy the show!

You had always hated these FIA New Years parties, and this year was NO exception. Every year it was the same old chalet in the alps, with the same old music and the same old countdowns to the new year with a load of young drivers. You weren’t even a driver yourself, it just happened that your father, Sebastian Vettel, was like the it girl of driving, so you basically HAD to go to all these parties.

“Leibe, please, at least try and have some fun” your father begged you as he walked you down the hallway to the party for under 18’s. You huffed a little, and felt grateful you’d managed to smuggle a copy of your favourite book in that little baguette bag slung from your shoulder. “You never know, maybe you will meet someone at this party, I know Lew-” You cut your father off with a small laugh and smile “I’ll try Vati, but I’m not going to go about looking for one of your friend’s cute sons! I have to focus on school if I’m going to go to Princeton!”  You cracked a glowy smile at your father and he laughed back, smoothing your hair down with his hands, before giving you a stern look. “Y/N, hand the book over.” You pouted, about to attempt a denial, but when Seb raised his eyebrow, you relented and handed your copy of ‘My Brilliant Friend’ over to your dad, as he kissed your forehead and headed off to the party. 

Meanwhile, over at the karting track nearby, George was whizzing around in his coach Lewis’ old go-kart, with Lewis cheering him on from near where the pitwall usually was. “WHOO! GO RUSSELL! WHAT A LAP KIDDO!!” he claps as the younger boy pulled up to the finish line, detaching the steering wheel so he could jump out. As he ran and hi-fived his coach, a sharp cough filled the air. Valtteri, Lewis’ old teammate and the other man on this trip with them, was stood with his arms folded and a stern expression on his face. “Boys, it is New Years Eve, please can you stop training for one evening and go shower up?” He sighed, walking over to Lewis “Why are you all suited and booted, Bottas?” Lewis laughed, and Valterri gave the boys a little spin “The party, Lewis. George, there’s a kids party downstairs as well!” George scrunched his face up at the Finnish man, now with his blue helmet tucked under a lanky arm.”Young adult party” he corrected himself with a sigh, looking between both Lewis and George. “We didn’t fly all this way for you guys to race the whole time. We can do that at home.” Both the Mercedes boys hung their heads and nodded, walking off to their chalet to get cleaned up for parties they didn’t want to be at.

At the kids young adults party, cheesy pop music blared over the speakers as teens from all over the racing series played games, talked, laughed and ate. Esteban and Pierre were arguing over a foosball table, Yuki was eating every sandwich he could find, and Lando was DJing a load of karaoke over a headset and mic in his DJ merch. Kimi and Ollie, two Formula 2 drivers, had just finished up a duet of “I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston, as the crowd clapped. You ignored the roar of the music and laughed, sat on a couch, watching everything unfold in front of you, while pulling the blue cardigan your Vati had bought for you up over your shoulders, ready to make your escape. “Not bad for a couple of drivers, huh?” Lando hollered, messing with his lighting rig a little.

“Now, who’s gonna rock the house next next?” he asked, jumping up on a small box to scan the room better, as you struggled to think what to do, and he moved his light towards the doorway of the room. George quickly covered his face with his arm, yet felt himself dragged by another driver up to a small stage, and having a microphone thrust into his hands. You were dragged up too, a microphone flung at you, almost slipping out of your sweaty hands. How on earth could this happen to you!? Or this awfully attractive boy you’re now stood next toYou looked up at the taller man, both confused as each other, the sheen of  teenage awkwardness covering both of your foreheads.

“Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later” Lando winks, to the reception of an unimpressed you and George. He slinks back behind the DJ rig and sighs “Or not…” and starts the track. You and the boy stare at each other as the opening piano notes play. You were more so staring at those beautiful blue eyes, connecting the freckles across his nose like constellations, looking at his perfectly formed cupids bow, when all of a sudden-

“Living in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance”

Oh boy, he has the face and voice of an angel. You made the decision quick and pulled the microphone to your lips ready for your part. There went nothing…

“I never believed in What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh)

To all the possibilities”

George felt his heart skip beats, the sound of his pulse rushing through his ears and the blood into his face. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Not only did this random girl he’d been pulled into some sort of karaoke fanfiction with LOOK like a princess, but she had the most beautiful voice and the confidence to actually sing with him. He had never believed in love at first sight, but he thought, perhaps love at first note could be real.

“I know that something has changed

Never felt this way, and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new”

You loosed up a little, taking the claw clip out of your hair and letting it flow freely, framing your face and making George flush a baby pink in the cheeks.

Thump-thump, thump-thump

His pulse quickened as you moved closer, hips gently swaying to the sweet sound of your harmonies, and he tried to keep himself in check as the song progressed. 

“Now who'd have ever thought that

We'd both be here tonight

And the world looks so much brighter

With you by my side

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way

I know it for real”

You just glowed as you sung, sort of enjoying the anonymity of no one in the room seeming to recognise you, despite your father’s name. And George could tell you glowed, he spent all your solo parts scanning your frame, to find not a single flaw in his eyes. You were some sort of fairytale princess, singing him these sweet siren songs and making him forget the stress of the track, of Coach Hamilton’s emphasis on the upcoming races, and of his entire career as a racer. 

It was you. him, and the music.

“This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart

The start of something new”

And unbeknownst to him, you felt the same. No more swirling equations in your head, no more maths tests or Princeton or college entrance papers. Just this mysterious young man with the floppy curtains, slender frame, and glassiest blue eyes. And his voice, dulcet and warm, like ginger and honey tea on a winter’s morning. You pondered Lando’s words in your head:

 “Y’know, you guys might thank me for this later”

And thought, maybe he was right. Maybe you would.

“I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me

I didn't know it before

But now it's easy to see

It's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

That it's the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you

And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart

The start of something new (The start of something new)

The start of something new”

The music faded out as you and George stood looking into each other's eyes, a cheer spreading across the room, accompanied by the sound of claps and hollers from the crowd of teens. He smiled, and ran his hand through his hair “George. And you?” You smile back, blinking softly and quietly responding “Y/N”

You both found yourself sat outside after a while, escaping the music an the dancing just before midnight, “You were AMAZING Y/N!” The Brit, as you had learned from the accent, enthused. “You gotta be a singer, surely?” You chuckle, and follow his lead, guided by his soft hands, to a balcony “Only church choir, and even then I almost fainted!” The Brit laughed, and blushed at the gentle grip of your hand, feeling the edge of your nail dig into his vein ever so slightly. “Well, you were amazing, Y/N” He chirps, standing with you, overlooking the snowy mountains to the tune of faded voices, and the low whirr of the ski lift in the distance.

As you both looked over the balcony, George turned and grabbed his phone out of his pocket, still talking as he did so “So, Y/N, I was wondering if I could get your numb-” He trailed off as he looked up, only to realise you had vanished while he was pulling his phone out. Not that you’d wanted to, of course. But you’d promised your father you’d be back in the cabin by midnight, so you’d slinked away while George was distracted, the thought of your new school year buzzing in your mind. Besides, it’s not like you’d see the handsome stranger again. 

Right?

[starrypen]

hello! i hope you're having a nice day 💕

also, i just fell in love w the way you write, and was wondering if i can request for an specific scenario!! you and jake are friends and have feelings for each other but no one confesses until you end up hooking up at a party 🤨 i thought abt this the whole day but i just know you're gonna write it better! please, and thank you 💗

⋇⊶⊰ BOUND TO HAPPEN ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: crush!jake x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: a dull college party brings you and your crush closer than ever before. if you cum, you agree to be his girlfriend.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, pet names, oral (receiving), squirt, dom!jake, 2.3k words

a/n: thank u so much for your compliments and for your request <3 i don’t really go to parties so i’m not sure it’s tooooo realistic/accurate, im sorry!!

“i think i just saw jake and his friends walk up your driveway,” you frantically patted at your friends’ arms, waiting, rather impatiently, for one of them to admit that they invited him without telling you.

“it’s cool, y/n, i invited jay and you know that they can’t be separated,” raya’s hand found yours as she spoke. she gave it a tight squeeze before dropping it as three boys walked straight into her kitchen.

“hey, where’s the party at?” one of jay’s friends asked, placing a crate of beer onto the counter. “where is everyone?”

“i said 10,” raya replied, “but who actually arrives at 10?”

“true,” jay responded, continuing the conversation by asking about who he was expecting to see here.

you couldn’t make out any names, all your focus was on the boy to his right. jake. he gave you a friendly smile and a slight wave, one that beckoned you over to him. you grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter on your way over to him and extended it towards him. he took it with a “thank you,” before grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and opening the cap. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in so long,” he joked, knowing you’d shared a lecture together that morning.

“ugh so stressed, there’s this one guy in my class, he’s so annoying!” you snarked back, “jake, i think his name is.”

“nah, i heard he’s super smart and hot, a distraction if anything,” he took a swing of his beer. you mimicked, taking a sip of your drink too. “fuck, what is this shit, tastes rancid!” he pulls it away from his face to read the label, “0%, who brought alcohol free beer to a party?” his eyes landed on the friend of jay’s that had come in shouting, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. “i genuinely have no idea who that guy is, and i don’t think jay does either,” he laughed, whispering closely into your ear. your hand gripped his arm naturally as he spoke, you were barely able to concentrate on what he said, knowing he was so close to you right now.

“you seriously don’t know him?” you snapped your head around to get another look at the guy, “shouldn’t we like, tell him to leave?”

“nah, no point, looks like he’s already found someone to defend him,” he points over towards the guy again, whose tongue is down raya’s throat.

it’s midnight. the downstairs of raya’s house is full of people, mostly students from your college but some you don’t even recognise. over the last two hours, you realised that the guy who came in with jay and jake was actually the dj that raya had been sleeping with for the past month. he was loud and obnoxiously extroverted, and worst of all, pretty bad at djing.

a hand on the small of your back took you away from the conversation you were having with some people you knew from campus. “we’re playing truth or dare,” jay explained, guiding you to the kitchen, where, thankfully, the music was quieter.

“nah, not really for me,” you replied, turning back on yourself, when you noticed jake. “oh, are you playing?” you asked him, ready to change your mind.

“are you?” he asked back.

“no, she’s being boring!” jay answered for you, leaving you with nothing more to add than an awkward smile.

instead of barging back in on the conversation you were just having with your other friends, you headed to the bathroom upstairs. jake followed quietly. as you went to shut the door, jake slipped into the bathroom with you, only realising once he was actually in the room with you that you probably came in here to use the toilet.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think this was the uh-” he stuttered his way through the sentence, trying to shut and cover his eyes for no reason.

“no it’s okay i didn’t come in here to,” you coughed in place of the word, “i’m just here to get away from that lot,” you pointed to the floor.

“honestly,” his hand scratched at the back of his head, “i’m kinda bored of this party.”

“me too,” you responded, a little too excitedly as if this was a groundbreaking opinion that you had in common. “shall we go to raya’s room and talk for a bit? or just sit on our phones without being pestered to play some stupid drinking game?”

“yeah, i actually need to tell you something anyway,” he agreed with a shy smile, shuffling into the smallest space possible to let you unlock the door and lead the way, “she won’t mind, right?”

“no, she’s cool with whatever,” you shrug, twisting the door handle and walking into the disaster she calls a room. “don’t mind the mess, 3 girls had to get changed in here earlier!” you explain, as if he’d understand. you propped yourself against her headboard and threw all of the random clothes into the floor. you scurried your feet under the blanket folded at the end of her bed. he joined you after taking off his jacket, resting his head on her pillow, his hands clasped together on his torso. “what did you need to tell me?” you rolled onto your side, your hand sandwiched between your cheek and a pillow.

“oh,” he rolled over to face you, “that guy, leo, he’s the dj.”

your heart sank as he told you, you were kind of hoping for more, and it was definitely clear on your face.

“and also that you look pretty tonight,” he smiled, his hand at your hip, “you always look pretty in fact, i think about how pretty you are all the time.”

you hide your face by burying it into the pillow, “i thought those beers were 0%?”

“i’m being serious y/n,” he clarifies.

you look back at him again. his eyes are filled with sincerity, but it’s hard for you to remain focused on them when your eyes keep falling to his lips. you reassured yourself that it was okay, his eyes were doing the same.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand from your hip in favour of tucking a strand of your straightened hair behind your ear.

as he leaned closer, you felt his thumb graze over your lobe a few times. “please,” you whispered.

it seemed to take forever for your lips to finally come together, but when they did, it was everything you’d imagined it to be. he took your bottom lip between his own, enclosing his lips around it more harshly with each kiss. it wasn’t long before your tongues vied to enter the other’s mouth. in the meantime, jake had managed to steady himself on his elbow, soon on top of you, between your legs. you were experienced enough to know exactly where this was going, but that wasn’t what you wanted from this, so you pulled away for a moment.

“jake,” you started, snapping him out of the trance you’d put him in, “i really like you, you know that right?” your hands squeezed as his upper arms.

he melted under your touch. “i do now,” he laughed, “and i really like you too, don’t worry.”

“so, i don’t want this to just be,” you motioned to either side of you both, “just whatever this is.”

“it’s not,” he chuckled before leaning in to give you a small gentle kiss on your lips. another shortly followed, and then a longer one at the corner of your mouth. you played with his hair between your fingers. “baby, you’re already mine,” he commented, kissing your collarbone while tugging at the chest area of your shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. you managed to drop the straps of the top, shaking them off of your arms as jake eagerly tugged at your shirt some more, leaving it be at the middle of your tummy. his kisses trailed over your chest, down to the button on your jeans. “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kneels between your legs as he tussles with the denim waistband of his own jeans while you do the same. you undo yours before him and wait for him to take them off for you, which he does along with your panties before even doing his own.

it’s almost as if he forgets to take off his jeans, as he shuffles down the bed with his thumb slowly circling your clit. he replaces his thumb with his plump lips, pressing a small, light kiss against it while your legs try to close in on him. he pulls away, his middle finger lapping your pussy before he gently pushes it in. “if i make you cum tonight, will you be my girlfriend?” his smile is cheeky, but you know jake well enough to know that it’s genuine.

your lips struggle to stay shut as you nod, trying your hardest not to moan under his touch already.

his head ducks again, “good,” he smiles against your clit. his tongue fights the hood of your clit, easily finding the most sensitive part of your body in a matter of seconds. your hand pushes his head further onto you as his tongue works your clit and his fingers curl inside you. you’re not sure when he added another finger, but you’re enjoying it too much to care.

“fuck, jake,” your legs close a little more around his head as you feel a trickle, or maybe a stream, of water run out of you.

“did you just squirt for me, baby?” he looks up at you while biting his lower lip.

“i think,” you laugh awkwardly, “i’ve never done that before!”

“fuck that’s so hot,” his fingers curl inside you one last time before he pulls them out. they’re dripping wet, as you expected. “suck on them princess, make them clean,” he commands. you take the two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and trying to take more of their length as you would his cock. while you’re sucking on his fingers, jake manages to unbutton his pants to reveal his dick. he pumps it in his hands a few times while removing his jeans before tapping it against your clit.

“do you,” you pause as he hits it against your clit one more time, causing you to shake in pleasure, “do you have a condom?”

he scrambles off the bed, reaching inside his jacket pocket which he threw to the ground and pulling out a small silver tin filled with condoms. he singled one out and opened it up, rolling it onto his dick with the most adorable concentration face. he climbs back into the bed, his hands coming to your sides to flip you over and help you onto all fours in front of him. you back up, your ass against his hard dick, which is enough for jake to know you want it just as much as he does.

with his hand at the base of his cock, he pushes it into you gently, letting you take it all and get used to his girth.

“should i move?” he asks, almost as if he feels guilty for his size.

you hum, it’s the only thing you can do while he’s inside of you, you realise.

he pulls his dick out and pushes it back in again, soon building up to a pace that suits you both. his hand has found your hair, he’s bunched it together and pulled it all back, using it to keep his balance as he fucks you. you help him keep his rhythm, throwing your ass back against him until he stops abruptly.

“turn over, baby, i miss that beautiful face of yours,” he taps your ass as he pulls out of you. a little short of breath, he relaxes back against his heels while you turn over. your hand finds your clit, rubbing it for him to watch. “is that how you like it?” he asks, mentally taking notes. he takes your hand away and places it near to your face, as if he’s asking you to suck on your fingers. he gets to his knees once again and lines himself up with your pussy. his dick misses a few times, which makes him a little mad at himself. you think it’s cute. he finally gets it in with a groan, “shit, you feel so good,” he compliments, leaning on his hand above your head. his lips find your forehead. he places a gentle kiss against it while whispering, “you look so good under me,” before allowing himself to sit upright again. his pace matches the pace he set before, but this time he added rubbing your clit into the equation, just as you showed him only moments ago.

“jake,” your hand rested on his chest while the other gripped at the sheet beneath you, “i’m cumming,” you moaned and winced, your pussy throbbing around him. you felt so vulnerable in that moment, but you knew you were safe with jake.

“you’re such a good girl,” his came close to your face again, taking your lips between his own and then pulling away as the pulsating became less intense around his dick. he began to fuck you again, but a lot sloppier and with more groans than before. he soon pulled out, pulling off the condom and wobbling and kneeling to the side of you in urgency before spraying your tits with his cum. you took your finger to your chest, scraping up what you could before dripping it into your mouth and sucking the rest off your fingers. jake pulled up his boxers and ran to the bathroom you were in earlier that night to grab a towel, the bathroom bin going with a loud clang as he disposed of the condom. he came back and patted your chest with the towel, your face too, all while laughing to himself.

“what’s funny?” you asked, searching for your own underwear with your hand.

“nothing,” he carried on, chuckling away, “you’re just really cute.” you smiled to yourself, sorting out your rolled up shirt with your other hand to cover your chest again. jake tried to help, but unfortunately the only time he can keep his lips off of yours is to kiss your neck, or mumble against it. “even cuter now that you're my girlfriend.”

“guys, why are you in my-” raya covers her eyes as soon as she notices jake is only in his boxers, “not my best sheets, y/n,” she comments with a cry, before shutting the door, leaving the pair of you to laugh about almost getting caught.

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Halloween Special🎃

Bruce was throwing his annual Halloween Costume Party, and let every year all the kids always dress up. Most of kids weren’t in the Manor as they would arrive later to join in the spooky festivities.

Alfred was overseeing the staff with last minute decorations. Fake blood, cobwebs, fake skulls, fog machine. Anything you could find at your local Spirt Halloween Alfred had gotten to first. The DJ was finishing his last few technical checks and the catering company was always done with the last few creative dishes.

Meanwhile, upstairs Damian was fidgeting in his sit,”Are we almost Sister?”

“Hold still or you makeup will get messed up.” Y/n was the only person home that could help Damian finish with his costume. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled,”All done.”

Damian flung out of his seat and into his sister’s bathroom to look at his makeup.

“Wow, you managed to make me look the skeleton from that film Grayson made me watch.”

“Jack, you look like Jack Dames.” She took a comb and finished smoothing out his hair. “What’s your costume?” He inquired taking the combing to fix his own hair.

She went into her closet and came out dressed as cowgirl Barbie from the movie with hat and boots.

“Now go put on your costume Dames Dick said he’s five minutes away with the girls.” She fixed her wig and adjusted her scarf. Damian walked to his room around the corner and changed into the costume his brother had gotten for him a few days ago.

When he emerged from his room, Dick and Y/n were laughing at a his phone and noticed Damian.

“Aww Little D, you look so frightening.”

“Tt. And what are you supposed to be Grayson.”

“Aladdin,Kori’s running late but she’s going to be Jasmine.” The three went downstairs which was now in full effect and Alfred greeted the siblings dressed as Count Dracula.

“Nice fang Alife.” Alfred smiled at the three and offered them red punch in black and purple plastic cups. “Why Thank you Master Richard, I must stay though they do take a lot to get used to.”

Barbara arrived with Cassandra, Stephanie and Duke all dressed for the party.

“Aww Dami you look so adorable.” Steph fussed taking pictures of the youngest. He huffed and walked away into the main ballroom where the music was blasting but only a few people from Wayne Enterprise and Queen Construction had arrived.

———

Y/n snapped a few pictures with Duke and Barbara aka Spider-man and Kim Possible.

Jason arrived with Tim and Bernard not far behind him. “May wanna close that vest up Dickhead your getting cold.” He teased Dick who rolled his eyes.

“IT’s October Jason.”

“My nipples aren’t sharing at everyone entering the house.”

“Jason knock it off.” Y/n huffed, Dick self consciously pulled his vested.

The group had moved to the ballroom mintues ago and more people from Wayne Enterprises and some League members had arrived. Jason stretched standing from the table,” Okay this Skywalker needs food.”

Stephanie and Cass followed dress as the Pink and Yellow Power Rangers.

Selina entered the room dressed as Marylin Monroe and waved,”Why do glum kittens,your parents go trick or treat without you?”

Fred or Tim shook his head,” They’re not here yet, it’s just boring right now.”

Bernard played with the green scarf on his Daphne shirt.

She sighed and saw a several costumed adults and looked back the way she came. “Well looks like the Calvary just arrived. Have fun.” She slipped away into the now bigger crowd.

Members or Young Justice, Titans and Birds of Prey arrived in costumes and soon the kids mingled with their friends and went away from the table only living Y/n and Damian.

“You should ask Uncle Clark why he didn’t come.” She spoke up over the Monster Mash song.

“Tt, if he cared he would have came sister.” He spat.

She stood up from the table and turned to him, “He’s your best friend and he’s been through a lot. Maybe Halloween is just a lot for him, if you tell him how much it would mean to you to show up I’m sure he’d fly here in a heartbeat.”

Damian didn’t answer his sister but did glance across the room to Clark and Lois dressed as Frankinstein and the Bride who chatted with Diana,John and Wally dressed as a Fairy, Boxer and a Race Car Driver.

Damian grab his cup and pondered as he made his way to the refreshment table. He grabbed a few pieces of cheese and felt like his wished the night was over.

The music stopped as DJ announced the arrival of the hosts Bruce and Batmom entered the room dressed as Gomez and Mortica Adams. Once they thanked everyone for coming the party once again went into full swing and Damian slipped away into the gardens.

“Damian?” A voice called to him after what felt like a short while. Bruce sat next to him.

“Are you not having fun?”

He sighed,”Yes father the party is very good.”

Bruce was silent for a few moments and then let out his own deep sigh.”Your sister told me you miss Jon. You should call him, Clark told me the only reason he didn’t come was because he figured you wouldn’t want to participate.”

Damian turned to his father,”Really?”

Bruce smiled at his son and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “He’s your best friend, just call him.” After that Bruce returned inside and Damian remained seated.

He signed before looking at the ground.”Kent,I know listening…I think—I want you come to the party. It’s rather…dull.” He spoke barley in a whisper.

For a while it was just the distance sounds of Gotham noises and the booming sounds from the music inside and then a sudden gust of wind blew a few strands of hair.

“Hi Damian.” Damian’s gaze fell ontop the floating teen before him in full costume.

A grin painted his figured,”And what are you supposed to be Kent?”

“Uh Duh, I’m Danny Phantom.”

Damian laughed and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Come on I’m starving I heard Alfred has jalapeño poppers.” Damian joined Jon as they headed inside.

Y/n elbowed her brother and Jason spilled his punched on himself. He followed his sister’s gaze and they watch from a far.

Dick beamed as he got closer to them,”Aww Little D’s not lonely anymore.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how he can be, you Mother Hen him to death every two seconds.”

Dick shoved Jason and the rushed of his punched spilled on his costume. Dick nervously sprinted away with Jason bolting after him.

“Imbeciles.” Y/n sighed eating a eyeball cheese.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for playing my music/turning up my tv insanely loud in response to my neighbors?

this may be a bit venty. i'm sorry. i've been dealing with this for 5 years

i (23) live in a 3-tiered apartment complex where i'm in the middle, with an upstairs and downstairs neighbour. they both suck for different reasons, but this is mostly focused on my upstairs neighbour, who is a (hobbyist) dj. he's from the caribbean (which is a reason i don't want to get the landlord involved who is very racist), constantly plays deafeningly loud music with thumping beats that he shouts over into a mic. this is a near daily thing where i usually have to end up banging on the ceiling or yelling at him through it to turn it down because it shakes my entire apartment and scares my cats. i've tried talking to both him and his girlfriend multiple times over the five years i've lived here and neither of them care enough to stop. they also have monthly parties where they cram 15 people into their apartment and he djs the entire time until 1 am. these people are in their 30's or 40's btw, way too old to act like this. i'd move but this is the only affordable apartment for me in town, it's walking distance to my work, and it's crazy cheap for what it is, about $500 usd for a full 2 bedroom apartment, so despite being miserable here i can't afford to go anywhere else. at this point whenever he starts blaring music (which starts sometimes as early as 8 am as soon as his gf leaves for work) i turn on my own music so loud it hurts my ears (making sure my cats aren't in the room ofc) and he usually gets the idea after a bit and turns his down. i also play my music very loudly even if he hasn't been noisy that day, just because i feel like it and he's done it enough that i'm just generally pissed about it all the time. admittedly i also do this to bother my downstairs neighbour too who is a 60-something year old asshole who constantly berates me over tiny things, threatens to call the cops on me for many reasons including my cats keeping him awake, running my dishwasher too early in the morning, and parking in my driveway too close to his window. also, once my upstairs neighbour put burning coals from his fireplace into a plastic garbage bin and put it right next to the WOODEN stairs to his balcony and nearly caught the complex on fire. when i noticed this and went out to the stairway to yell that there was a fire in the garbage bin my downstairs neighbour came out and got mad at me for yelling and waking him up over a fucking fire, if you want to know how unreasonable both these assholes are. my downstairs neighbour also smokes indoors, making the entire complex and outside smell like cig smoke and weed which makes me sick bc i have bad lungs. my room is right above his as well so it sometimes seeps in through the vents forcing me to sleep in the living room. i've also tried talking to him multiple times and he doesn't give a shit and he's friends with the landlord so he never gets in trouble for any of this. he is also super racist and has called my upstairs neighbour the n word

both of my neighbors hate me so i don't care if anything i do bothers them i just wanna know if the music in response to my neighbours being shitty is an asshole move lol

What are these acronyms?

[lovekz]

eyes don't lie

syn -> part 2 of ‘what does he have that I don’t?’

warnings : mention of tits, angst ( a little bit ) to comfort, reader wants to be a cosmetologist, rindou studies astrobiology, breakups,

-

the next time rindou sees you, is two years later at one of his parties he held at his shared house with ran.

after your talk, he’d gotten over you within at least 3 months.

now all he had to do was keep living and leaving you where you were at with your boyfriend.

at his parties, he was always the dj, and ran was always mingling (or asleep with someone in his lap, whichever works).

so rindou was upstairs at the balcony where the dj set was, one headphone over his ear.

it’s about 1 am right now, and he’s been up here for a few hours.

he’d leave the stand, but he isn’t sure where hanma ran off to with that girl that brought him a drink.

not like he cared, he didn’t feel like mingling tonight.

he just knows the celebration is for izana learning how to drive (he crashed shinichiro’s one too many times).

so he’ll let izana have all the talk the about him.

rindou feels eyes on him, but he shrugs it off. someone probably has a request or something.

he just hopes no drunk guy tries to propose at the party again.

“does the dj need a drink?” he hears a teasing voice beside him, making him look over.

you were smiling at him, holding a red cup with your phone in hand.

rindou pulls the headphones down to sit around his neck, leaning back into his seat at the sight of you.

of course you were here, you were the girlfriend of izana’s brother.

why wouldn’t you two come along?

“nah, I’m okay.” rindou rejects politely, waving you off and looking back at the laptop.

he expects you to leave with embarrassment, but you don’t and it's so like to you stay.

you take a seat next to the set and take a sip from the red cup.

rindou doesn’t mind, he can use the company after hanma ditched him for some blond with 'great tits' (hanma's words, not his).

“how’ve you been?” you ask him, tilting your head up to look at him.

rindou shrugs, glancing down at you and then back at the DJ board.

“been alright. still studying to be a cosmetologist?" rindou asks, clicking around to change the song.

you nod, almost forgetting that rindou knew almost everything anyone could possibly know about you.

"you still studying astrobiology?" you question right back, tilting your head.

rindou nods, tapping his phone screen to check the time. it's only been five minutes since you came up here.

it was nights like these where you two would sit together and he would play music.

and although you two have talked about damn near everything, you would find something to talk with him about.

through the crowd, rindou catches mikey staring up at him from the far end of the couch.

he'd been watching him for a while now, and rindou thinks he understands why.

"you should probably go. he's looking for you." rindou states, before completely tuning you out.

however, he doesn't miss the hurt look that you present as you make your way downstairs.

suddenly, the music feels like it would be better if it were to be louder.

-

the night after the party was over, rindou was in his room typing away at his computer.

the assignment he was working on wasn't due for another six days, but he wanted to get a little headstart.

he wasn't sure if ran would make him take that road trip to izana's new place with him in a couple days.

rindou was typing so hard on his computer, that he almost missed his phone buzzing repeatedly.

if it weren't for it falling into his lap from its inconsistent buzzing, he would've ignored it.

but your name was read across his screen about a dozen or so times.

missed calls, text messages, voicemails, and facetime calls.

rindou immediately scrunches up his nose in confusion, unsure of why you were desperately trying to get his attention.

he calls back immediately, squinting into the camera.

you answer, and you're outside. walking it seems to be. it makes rindou sit up because of the time on his phone.

what the hell were you doing walking by yourself at 2:20 in the morning?

"hello?" rindou greets gruffly, voice coming out a bit deeper after not speaking for a while.

not to mention those five minute naps he's been offering himself.

a sniffle gains his attention, making him stand up from his desk and almost knock everything off of it looking for his keys.

"are you okay?" rindou asks, putting on his shoes and grabbing his hoodie as he looks at your background.

you won't show your face, but by the sound of your sniffles, you had been crying for a while.

"did i wake you?" you ask, voice cracking multiple times just to get those four words out.

rindou kisses his teeth almost immediately once you dodge his question, growing irritated.

but he knows you're already upset, so he doesn't push you any further than you would want.

"no, i was working on something. where are you?" rindou asks, walking downstairs.

and just by hearing him ask that, you knew he was coming to get you off the streets so late.

"mariana ave and sapin street." you state into the microphone, and rindou is immediately in his garage.

he flicks the button to open the door, and he hopes it doesn't wake his older brother up.

rindou is painfully aware that ran's room is directly above the garage, so he feels when the door is opening and closing on the floor.

though he's a bit confident ran can sleep through a hurricane and earthquake combined.

rindou gets in his car and immediately speeds down his neighborhood to get to you before anyone else does.

-

when the two of you make it back to his house, rindou understands that you might want a shower.

so he offers up his bathroom and a few of his clothes while he heats up his chinese food from earlier, and the food ran had gave him.

he didn't get to ask what happened yet, only because he didn't want to make you hysterical.

the waiting game is a game that rindou has played for years, so he doesn't see a problem now.

once the microwave cuts off, he's stuffing another bowl into it and pressing the number two.

footsteps gain his attention, making him turn around to look at you.

you had on a pair of his psd boxers (just so they'd fit like shorts) and his shirt, your thigh wrapped in gauze.

when the microwave cuts off again, rindou grabs the food and begins plating it for you.

it's probably best if you tell him on your own.

the two of you walk upstairs to his room once he grabs water for the both of you, and sit on his bed.

his essay is still open on his laptop, some of the words jumbled together and not making sense.

but you understand that it was just a draft.

the two of you eat in silence as rindou looks through his disney plus to figure out what he wanted to watch.

he knows a kid movie would be enough to bring your spirits up even a little bit, and that's because he knows you.

and rindou is right.

halfway through moana, you begin to speak.

"he broke up with me." you state mindlessly, pushing noodles into your mouth.

rindou looks at you from the corner of his eyes, before taking a sip of his water.

he desperately wants to say 'oh really?' or maybe even laugh at the fact that you were in his bed now, but he doesn't.

self restraint, rindou reminds himself, twisting the cap on his bottle.

lucky for him, you continue without his feedback.

"didn't know where else to go, so i called you. said he doesn't think i love him." you explained to him.

so you were at his house before you were wandering the streets.

that was probably a good two miles away, which makes rindou's heart ache just a bit.

"is it because of yesterday?" rindou finally asks, leaning back against his headboard as he watches the movie.

your silence gives him all answers he could possibly need from you.

rindou suspects that he's felt like this for a bit of a while, but doesn't let you know that.

last night probably took the cake when you sat next to him and not your boyfriend.

and then rindou thinks about the words izana said to cheer him up after you two had that talk.

'10 years from now, she's gonna have five kids and be miserable.'

minus the dramatic amount of time after that day and the five kids, you were miserable.

and it hadn't been that long since you two were togehter.

self restraint, rindou reminds himself again.

"did you love him though?" rindou asks, finishing off his water bottle with a satisfied sigh.

you nod almost immediately, drinking from your own water bottle.

"i did, but he was the one that grew distant." you told rindou, shrugging to yourself.

rindou knew you desperately wanted to say that line you always say when things happen.

'we made it work.'

but he knows the truth behind those false appeasing words.

you were just holding onto whatever strings you had left of the poor relationship.

"well good riddance." rindou replies, finally letting you know that he wasn't really that fond of mikey.

even though everyone and their great grandmothers probably knew that already.

but it makes you laugh for the first time tonight.

you cover your mouth as your pupils disappear behind the lids, your nose scrunching up in the prettiest of ways.

it reminds rindou why he had a crush on you two years ago.

everything about you was pretty and you radiated such positive energy all the time.

"what happened here?" rindou asks, softly touching the gauze that was wrapped around your thigh with his index finger.

you look down at his hand and hum, pointing your fork to the gauze as you chew your food.

"it's a burn. was eating em's soup when he broke up with me, and i dropped the bowl." you explain to him, rubbing the gauze.

and rindou feels a bit at ease, knowing it wasn't because of a tattoo mistake or because he hurt you.

it was a simple mistake, be it out of shock, anger, or fear.

as long as mikey didn't put his hands on you, everything is fine.

"well. you can stay here until you can get back on your feet. i don't mind, and i'm sure ran doesn't either." rindou informs.

and your eyes shine with adoration when those words leave rindou's mouth.

after everything that went down, rindou still had the upmost respect for you and would always help you.

rindou can see the gratefulness in them, and hope to see happiness in them one day again.

even if it means you still never have feelings for him.

[theehorsepusssy]

TheeHorsepussys Portland : Vaseline Alley aka Stark Street aka Harvey Weinstein ( I always get that mixed up) Harvey Milk Blvd

Documenting some gay-ass history for the kids

Red Arrow - 2 blocks to Touche. Not gay but spent most of the 90s in that bar. Fancy looking dining room/pool room but mostly service industry clientele. Hard to find a spot to do drugs discreetly.

Green - Everyday Music. Where to sell vinyl for dope money.

Yellow - Big BIG abandoned, scary building. Looked haunted. Was eventually renovated. But gave you the heebie-jeebies walking past it at night. Gay bashing zone

Green Arrow - The City Nightclub. Underage nightclub. Chicken Hawks(is that Gus Van Sant?), lots of drugs, good DJ downstairs, GREAT DJ upstairs

Red - The Henry Weinhard Brewery (demolished) Made the area smell really, really awful. Gagging thinking of it.

(Stark Street starts to the right here. It looks like they built some weird barrier in the intersection..probably cuz drunk gays in middle of street)

Orange - The Bathhouse. Home away from home. I would sell rip-off size bags of meth to subsidize my habit. Sucked a huge penis here. Gagging thinking of it. Gay bar downstairs was called either Flossies or Silverado or both. Male strippers. Would buy my shitty little bags of dope.

Blue Arrow - at one moment in the 90s, a sex club I think owned by Fantasy Video. Robert would meet his side piece there . The director Todd Haynes, I fuzzily recall reading, was a patron. I went once. Weird vibe. There was a plaque on the wall outside the entrance commemorating the recording of Louie, Louie.

Orange - The Eagle. Bar where it was common to have sex. I saw a guy take a foot up his butt. Cops started randomly coming in to cock block. There is a new bar called the Eagle up in NE Portland up by the Heroin Fred Meyer (I suppose they all are now)

Blue - Transient hotel above the store I hated buying cigarettes from but can't recall why. Maybe it was expensive.

Green - Greasy spoon called Roxys. Horrible breakfast food 24/7. I think it used to be down the street on Everett. Had a tiny basement bar. Moved to Vaseline Alley in 90s. Had ginormous picture of Quentin Tarantino or some shit. Very 90s

Yellow - Three Sisters (Six Titties) dive bar/gay bar. Never really went there. At some point was a male strippers bar. Robert had me escort one of his side pieces there. Kid thought the stripper was really into him. I tried to explain. I won $600 on the poker machine and drove the kid home.

Orange - Django Records. Large amounts of cheap used records. 3 for a dollar bins! I bought Eyehategod In the Name of Suffering here. Also the Cruising soundtrack...33cents!

Red - Fancy, expensive hotel. Yell really loud underneath the windows. They like that. Cops always parked along this stretch. Drunk gays got their first DUIs around here.

Mint- block of amnesia. I don't think it existed

Red - Boxes. Gay bar where you did lines of coke/mda/meth in the bathroom without hassle. TV sets with Oprah or Steel Magnolias, shit like that on. Spartacus Leather fetish store was down a couple doors. Inside Boxes, you could take a wood paneled passage through the fish restaurant kitchen ( I don't think anyone ever ate there) and end up at.....

Green - the Brig. Named because dance floor had bars around it like a jail cell. Imagine the creative dance moves as the queens grappled bars, ass out while Madonna songs played on a loop. Your meth dealer could be found here, doing a fan dance. Don't wear black. Semen stains show up under the blacklights. (or do)

Yellow - the house paint store. Eventually became the Panorama in the age of MDMA. Rave type music. Went there once to meet a dealer. Obnoxious experience.

White - Silverado. Country Western night most nights. My roommate dj'd andtaught line dancing but dance floor was like 10 sq ft so it was just the gays holding hands and boot scootin' in a little circle for eternity. Bar I could get into underage.

Orange - Ben Stark Hotel. Like outta Barton Fink. But really,really seedy. Had some weird sex in there. Now a boutique hotel owned by some Donald Trump guy Gordon Someone who did something once. Probably haunted.

Brown - Scandals. Beer /wine bar. Big windows so you can people-watch and talk shit. Used to go in there underage until I got thrown out snorting a rail of MDA off the tabletop. Had electronic darts and video poker in the 90s. Me and Robert had a domestic dispute there.

Red - row of funky vintage/antique shops. Someone used to broadcast a pirate radio station somewhere around there in the 90s

Blue - Portland Underground. Small venue had some big shows early 90s. Top floor is where I swear I saw Econochrist play. But it's an office building. Maybe confused

Yellow. OBryant Square aka Paranoid Park. Skateboarders and street drugs. I got "chased" by AF Nazis here. Probably more like I ran my fat ass up the street after this girl I knew screamed "run!" And they probably just laughed. I didn't look back. I think it's demolished now.

White arrow- up the block toward the Galleria. Second floor toilet was really cruisy. Careful of cockblocking rent-a-cops. Kiosk by cafe I think was only place downtown to buy pipe to smoke pot

[nervous-breakdance]

Party Monster: South Park x Club Kid RP

"It certainly let a whole generation of teenagers see homos and weirdos and sickos up close and personal, in all their majesty and splendor. And they learned that, often, the very same kids they pick on in high school are the ones holding the drinks tickets, the drugs, and the guest list at the coolest club..."

OCs are welcome for now (clubs need bodies after all!) Nothing written here for the characters is set in stone, they're just jumping off points/random ideas. If you wanna make up your own thing, go for it! If there's a character you want that's not listed, dm me or hop in the discord and take them! Much like everyone at Limelight, we're all just here to get fucked up and have a good time. (DISCORD LINK!)

The Limelight Club

Owned by Tolkien

Managed by Butters

Scott is a Bouncer

Clyde is DJ & Party promoter

Downstairs:  dancefloor, 2 bars, stage, Cartman DJ (Eric sells drugs while he DJs)

Upstairs: Dancefloor, 3 bars, VIP area, Clyde DJ

3rd Floor: Tolkien’s office, Butters office. Stairs to 3rd floor are located in VIP

Characters (Available/Unavailable):

Stan

Alcoholic

Openly bisexual, fucks anyone for just a little bit of intimacy

Plays gigs with his band at the club sometimes

Jealous of whoever is with Kyle that's not him

Absolutely burned down the farm or tried to

Kenny 

Comes back after a long absence, everything is different.

Tries to help Kyle & Stan

Finds out he can absorb weak versions of Old God powers and might be able to turn back time and fix this shit.

Openly bisexual

Kyle

In debt to Cartman, owes a lot of money

For Adderall, got into it for school and got hooked

webcam/onlyfans model/actor?

Probably has an eating disorder

Cartman

Was the cause of all the calamity

Mom married some guy who owns a chain of pharmacies, and he got a line on all the good drugs. Slowly got everyone hooked on something they needed.

On Kyle’s ass about what he owes.

DJs at Limelight opposite Clyde. Likes being the center of attention + it’s a good place to sell drugs.

Uses oxy to control Heidi

Craig & Tweek

Craig sells weed, coke & mdma (the only things Cartman can’t get)

MDMA helps Tweek's anxiety a bit (also it’s mdma the sex is good lol)

Got super into gay culture, poppers, circuit parties the whole 9 yards.

Tolkien

Owns The Limelight club

Totally gets coke from Craig, in exchange Craig can sell coke/mdma in the club

Butters

Manages the club

Pimping again? Moves his girls through the club?

Call him Pimp B? (homage to Pimp C rofl)

Closet bi?

Clyde

DJ & party promoter

Wendy & Nichole & Heidi & Bebe

Got into Adderall same way as Kyle, became a total party girls

Also super into coke

Sometimes fuck buddies (in any configuration)

[callsigns-haze]

Short love: Chp 11

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

With nimble steps that barely made a sound, three-year-old Michelle managed to slip away from the bustling breakfast scene in the kitchen. With determination in her little heart, she made her way up the big wooden stairs, her tiny hand grasping the railing for support as she ascended.

As she reached the top of the stairs, a mischievous twinkle danced in her eyes as she approached Jake and Y/n's bedroom. With a sense of adventure driving her forward, she pushed open the door, the hinges creaking softly in protest.

Inside the room, Y/n lay peacefully asleep, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of slumber. Michelle's heart swelled with excitement as she tiptoed closer to the bed, her small frame barely making a sound on the wooden floorboards.

Leaning in close, she gently shook Y/n's shoulder, her voice a hushed whisper. "Aunt Y/n, wake up!" she called softly, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Y/n stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to find her niece standing beside her bed, a grin stretching across her tiny face. "Michelle, what are you doing here?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with sleepy curiosity.

With a giggle, Michelle shrugged innocently, her eyes shining with mischief. "I wanted to wake you up, Aunt Y/n!" she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at her niece's antics, her heart melting at the sight of the little girl standing before her. With a gentle laugh, she reached out to pull Michelle into a warm hug, her arms enveloping her in a cocoon of love and affection.

Together, they shared a sweet moment of connection, the bond between aunt and niece growing stronger with each passing day. And as they cuddled together in the early morning light, Y/n knew that these precious moments were what made life truly beautiful.

---

As the conversation in the kitchen concluded and DJ and Stephanie bid their farewells before leaving, a few minutes passed before Bradley, Bob, and Jake noticed that Michelle was nowhere to be seen.

Panic surged within them as they scanned the kitchen, their hearts racing when they realized the door was left ajar. "Michelle!" Bradley's voice echoed through the house, tinged with worry.

Jake quickly joined Bradley and Bob at the door, his eyes searching the surroundings in hopes of spotting the little girl. "She might have slipped out when DJ and Stephanie left," he suggested, his tone urgent.

With determination, the three of them rushed outside, their gazes darting around frantically, calling out for Michelle in hopes of her response.

But just as their concern peaked, a familiar giggle reached their ears from upstairs. "She's with Y/n," Jake realized, relief washing over him as they hurried back into the house.

Upstairs, Y/n smiled as Michelle played beside her on the bed, unaware of the chaos she had caused. "You gave us quite a scare, little one," Y/n chuckled, pulling Michelle into a tight embrace.

With Michelle safe and sound, Bradley, Bob, and Jake breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful for the happy ending to their moment of panic. And as they settled back into the kitchen, they couldn't help but cherish the precious moments they shared as a family, thankful for the love and bond that held them together.

---

With a gentle smile, Y/n lifted Michelle up into her arms, cradling her close as they began their descent downstairs. As they descended, Y/n leaned in close to Michelle, her voice soft and gentle.

"Did the boys know you were upstairs with me?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Michelle shook her head, her expression innocent and wide-eyed. "Nope, it was a secret!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Y/n chuckled softly at Michelle's response, her heart swelling with love for the little girl in her arms. "Well, we should let them know next time, okay?" she said, her voice warm and reassuring.

Michelle nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Okay, Aunt Y/n!" she replied, her small hand reaching out to squeeze Y/n's fingers.

With a smile, Y/n continued down the stairs, feeling grateful for the precious moments she shared with her niece. And as they rejoined the rest of the family in the kitchen, she couldn't help but cherish the bond they shared, thankful for the love and joy Michelle brought into her life.

When Y/n made it down the stairs with Michelle in her arms, Bradley, Bob, and Jake let out a collective sigh of relief. They exchanged glances, their expressions softened with reassurance now that Michelle was safe and sound.

"Thank goodness you're alright, kiddo," Bradley said, his voice filled with relief as he reached out to ruffle Michelle's hair.

Bob nodded in agreement, a warm smile spreading across his face. "We were worried about you, munchkin," he added, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Jake stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern as he reached out to gently squeeze Y/n's shoulder. "Thanks for looking after her, Y/n," he said, his voice sincere with gratitude.

Y/n returned Jake's smile, feeling grateful for the support of her family. "Of course, she's my little sidekick," she replied, her voice filled with affection as she hugged Michelle close.

With Michelle safe and sound, the tension that had filled the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and love. And as they settled back into the kitchen, surrounded by the comforting presence of family, they couldn't help but cherish the bond that held them together, thankful for the moments of joy and reassurance that filled their lives.

Y/n gently placed Michelle down, watching with a smile as the little girl ran into Bob's arms, her laughter filling the room. With Michelle happily settled, Y/n turned to Jake, feeling the warmth of his arms as he wrapped them around her.

"Hey, Bradley," she said, turning to her friend, "do you mind dropping me off at the station? We work in the same building today."

Bradley nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Sure thing, Y/n. I'll swing by in a bit."

Grateful for Bradley's offer, Y/n leaned into Jake's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and support wash over her. With her family by her side, she knew she could face whatever the day had in store. And as they prepared to head out, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the love and connection they shared.

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D.J. and Stephanie arrived home to find Bob waiting on the couch with Michelle. He sat there, patiently, with a smile on his face, ready to hand over the responsibility of looking after Michelle and Stephanie to D.J., who was the eldest and therefore deemed the most responsible, as she had to run to a comedy gig.

"Hey, Bob," D.J. greeted as she walked in, her voice filled with warmth.

"Hey, guys," Bob replied, a playful grin crossing his face. "I've got to dash off to a comedy gig, but Michelle and Stephanie are in good hands with you, D.J."

D.J. nodded, a sense of pride filling her as she took on the role of caregiver for her younger sisters. "No problem, Bob. We've got it covered."

Stephanie beamed, excited at the prospect of spending time with her big sister. "Thanks, Uncle Bob!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick hug before turning her attention to D.J.

With a wave goodbye, Bob headed out the door, leaving D.J., Stephanie, and Michelle to enjoy their time together as a family.

D.J. invited her best friend Kimmy over, and they headed to D.J. and Stephanie's shared room to do homework. As they settled in, Michelle wandered in, unnoticed by Stephanie, who was stressed in the corner.

"There's a car in the kitchen," Michelle announced, her eyes wide with excitement.

Kimmy and D.J. burst into laughter, thinking it was one of Michelle's playful jokes. "Yeah, and there's a bus in the bathroom," D.J. replied, joining in on the fun.

Stephanie looked up, finally noticing Michelle's presence. "Wait, what?" she asked, confusion evident on her face as she tried to catch up with the conversation, even though she's the reason behind this incident.

But D.J. and Kimmy continued to laugh, their homework momentarily forgotten as they enjoyed the playful banter with Michelle. And as they continued their evening together, Stephanie couldn't help but smile at the joy and laughter filling the room.

A little while later, D.J. and Kimmy, feeling thirsty, decided to head down to the kitchen. As they descended the stairs, chatting and giggling, they couldn't have anticipated what they were about to witness.

Their laughter turned to shock as they reached the kitchen and found a car sitting right there, seemingly having crashed through the wall. Their jaws dropped in disbelief, and they exchanged bewildered glances.

"D.J., is that... is that a car in the kitchen?" Kimmy stammered, her eyes wide with astonishment.

D.J. blinked, trying to process the surreal scene before her. "I... I think it is," she replied, her voice filled with incredulity.

As they approached the car cautiously, they realized that Michelle's earlier announcement wasn't a joke after all. The car was very much there, its presence a bizarre and unexpected sight in their familiar kitchen.

With hearts racing and minds reeling, D.J. and Kimmy could only stand there, trying to make sense of the inexplicable situation unfolding before them. And as they contemplated what to do next, they couldn't shake the feeling that their evening had taken an unexpected turn into the realm of the extraordinary.

As D.J. and Kimmy stood there, dumbfounded by the sight of the car in the kitchen, they heard the sound of little footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, they saw Michelle toddling down the stairs with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I told you so," Michelle chimed in her three-year-old innocence, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

D.J. knelt down to Michelle's level, her brow furrowed with confusion. "Michelle, did you see how the car got here?" she asked, her voice gentle but curious.

Michelle nodded eagerly, her expression innocent and unassuming. "Yep, it came in through the window," she replied matter-of-factly, her eyes sparkling with innocence.

D.J. and Kimmy exchanged incredulous looks, trying to process Michelle's explanation. The idea of a car crashing through a window seemed almost too absurd to believe, but with Michelle's unwavering conviction, they couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to her words.

With more questions than answers, D.J. and Kimmy turned their attention back to the car, still sitting incongruously in the middle of the kitchen. And as they tried to unravel the mystery of its unexpected arrival, they couldn't shake the feeling that they were in for quite an adventure.

As Jake entered the kitchen, his voice echoed through the room. "Girls, I'm home!" he announced cheerfully, his face obscured by three paper shopping bags as he reached out to find his way around. But instead of feeling the familiar surface of the kitchen table, his hand brushed against something unexpected. With a confused grunt, he dropped the bags onto the object with a muttered, "Lord have mercy."

Before he could finish his sentence, Michelle piped up, her innocent voice cutting through the confusion. "There's a car in the kitchen," she declared matter-of-factly, completing Jake's sentence for him.

Jake blinked in surprise, his sarcasm momentarily overshadowed by the absurdity of the situation. "Thank you, Michelle," he replied dryly, his tone laced with amusement as he tried to make sense of the unexpected discovery.

With a shake of his head, Jake moved closer to the car, his mind racing with questions and disbelief. And as he joined D.J. and Kimmy in their efforts to unravel the mystery, he couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictable twists and turns of family life.

Jake's gaze turned to D.J., who was supposed to be in charge, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. "D.J., how on earth did a car get in our kitchen?" he asked incredulously, his voice tinged with disbelief.

D.J. exchanged a bewildered glance with Kimmy before they both turned to Michelle, who was standing nearby, her innocent expression unchanged. Taking a cue from Michelle's earlier explanation, D.J. repeated, "Through the window."

Kimmy nodded eagerly, adding her agreement. "Yeah, through the window," she chimed in, her voice echoing D.J.'s sentiment.

Jake blinked, trying to process the surreal explanation. A car crashing through the window seemed like something out of a movie, not something that could actually happen in their own home. But as he looked around at the bewildered faces of his family, he couldn't deny that something extraordinary had indeed occurred.

With a shake of his head and a bemused chuckle, Jake joined the others in their efforts to make sense of the situation. And as they exchanged theories and ideas, he couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictable adventures that seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Jake shook his head in disbelief as he scooped up Michelle into his arms, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Y/n is going to kill me," he murmured to himself, a sense of impending doom settling over him.

To his surprise, Michelle, with all the sass of a three-year-old, cut in with a cheeky remark. "Oh yes she will," she chimed in, her tone playful and mischievous.

Jake chuckled, unable to resist the infectious energy of his niece. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Michelle," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

With Michelle in his arms and the weight of Y/n's inevitable wrath on his mind, Jake headed out of the kitchen, ready to face whatever consequences awaited him. And as he navigated the twists and turns of family life, he couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability and joy that came with it.

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Candy - Chapter 4

Word Count: 1612

Cassidy is cornered by August at the party with her boyfriend Joe., and meets an unexpected guest.

Minors DNI

Cassidy smoothed her hands down the thin fabric of her sage-colored silk dress as Joe helped her out of the car. She accepts his hand, linking her fingers through his as he led her into the house. A man in a black suit took their coats and her clutch and Joe grabbed her hand once more as he led her into the lounge, talking to some of his coworkers.

August stepped into the room, his eyes immediately falling on Cassidy in a form-fitting silk dress. It hugged her curves perfectly with a slit up the left side and a plunging neckline. He tensed, gritting his teeth, knowing that she was intentionally trying to provoke him.

Cassidy felt August's eyes on her before he came into her line of view. He sauntered in cockily, the way he entered every room he walked into. She kept her chin lifted as he approached and Joe turned them toward him.

"Mr. Walker, thank you so much for inviting us."

"Of course," August asserts, not taking his eyes off Cassidy but a brief moment to shake Joe's hand. "And I told you; call me August."

"Yes, of course," Joe mumbled, embarrassed as his face turned red.

"There is champagne in the kitchen. Why don't you go and get your date here something to drink." He suggested in a way that told Joe is was a command. He kept his eyes on Cassidy as Joe disappeared. "You look... sensational, Candy."

"It's Cassidy," she spits, glancing around to make sure no one heard him. Her eyes landed on his once more as she cocked her head to the side. "Do you like my dress?" She teased him, placing her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest as his eyes fell to her breasts, his jaw ticking as he did.

"Oh doll. Don't play with me," he threatened, his eyes dark when they finally fell back onto her eyes.

"Or what?" She whispered, clenching her thighs together as Joe appeared, handing her a flute of champagne. She wore the dress to provoke him, but otherwise, she hadn't planned on provoking him further. But as she stood in front of him, seeing how wound up he was, she couldn't help but tease. And a part of her, a large part, wanted him to whisk her away to carry out his silent threat. "Thank you, babe." She turned to smile at Joe, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, she caught sight of August again, glaring daggers at her.

"Of course." Joe rested his hand on her lower back as she sipped her drink and he turned his attention to August. "I ju--"

"There plenty of food." August interrupted, causing Joe to tense and stop talking. "Make sure you eat something. Excuse me." August turned abruptly on his heels, crossing the room to where his wife, Sara was chatting with another couple.

"Well, that was rude." Cassidy pointed out, knowing fully well it was her that had bothered August. She smirked, finishing her champagne as she turned back to Joe beside her.

"He is a bit gruff." He sighs, shaking it off as he grabs her empty glass to hand to a passing waiter. "Are you hungry?"

"A little, yeah."

Joe nodded and made his way over to a table laden with snacks and cold appetizers. The music from the DJ started up and the room began to fill with chatter as people danced and drank.

They managed to avoid August for a while, dancing and eating and chatting with some of Joe's other coworkers. Around 11, she has to use the bathroom, excusing herself from Joe's side to stand in the long line outside the downstairs bathroom.

"There's a bathroom upstairs you can use. Last door on the left," Sara offers to Cassidy quietly as she leaned in behind her.

Cassidy turned to her with a smile. "Oh my gosh, thanks. I've had a bit too much champagne."

Sara chuckles, nodding as she motions toward the stairs. "Just be quiet so you don't wake up my son."

"Of course," Cassidy promises, ascending the stairs. She found the bathroom, using it quietly, and washed her hands. When she leaves the bathroom, she comes face to face with a small boy that couldn't have been more than five or six. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

The little boy with dark brown curls and big blue eyes shakes his head silently as he clutched onto the stuffed giraffe in his arms.

"Do you need to go potty?" She asks, taking a cautious step toward him, kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"No," he responds timidly. "I'm Simon."

She chuckles at his introduction, smiling back at him. "I'm Cassidy. Do y--"

"Simon," August's voice comes from behind Simon as he runs to his father.

Cassidy smiles, accepting August's hand to help her to her feet with one hand as he scooped his son up with his other arm. "Goodnight, Simon."

"Wait," his small voice stopped her as she sighed, turning back to them. "Will you read to me, Cassidy?"

She glanced at August as he sighed. "I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"He asked you to read to him. You're going to say no to a little boy?" August teased softly as Cassidy's mouth fell open at the blatant manipulation, glancing at Simon to see him frown.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright then." She grabbed Simon's hand as August set him back on his feet. He led her back to his room across from the bathroom and crawled back into his bed. He grabbed a book off his nightstand and handed it to her as she took a seat beside him on the bed.

August hovered in the doorway, watching as Cassidy read Simon his favorite book; I Need My Monster. He smiled as they laughed together before she closed the book. She ruffled his hair before she stood up, her gaze catching on August's as he moved to let her out of the room. He pressed a kiss to Simon's head and closed the door gently. Without a word, he grabbed Cassidy's hand and pulled her into his office.

"August," she warned as he pushed her up against the wall beside the door. He sealed his mouth over hers, taking her warning from her mouth as her hands went instinctually around his neck.

His hands roamed her body slowly as his mouth continued to claim hers. She moaned against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist as his tongue slipped between her lips. Her hips thrust upward to meet his every touch as she melted against the wall beneath his touch. He groans loudly against her mouth, pressing her harder against the wall as his hand slipped underneath her dress to her panties that were soaked through.

She gasped, tightening her grip on his shoulders as he dragged her panties off, tossing them to the floor as he pressed himself hard against her. She panted heavily against his lips as his fingers slid inside of her.

His thumb rubbed her clit slowly, sending her soaring higher and higher until she could take no more.

"Stop," she muttered as he continued, ignoring her small pleas and attempts at pushing him away. She whined as she felt the orgasm build deep within her core. "Please," she begged weakly, feeling her climax beginning to subside, her body still contracting from the powerful release that overtook her. She moaned softly against his lips as he kissed her deeply. She breathed heavily, her hands flat on his chest, pushing him away.

This time he let her as he removed his hands from her, bringing his fingers up to his lips, savoring the taste of her. "God, I miss the way your pussy tastes..."

"You can't be doing that! Stay away from me, August!" She demands as he chuckles, snatching her panties before she can and shoves them into his top desk drawer.

"Mine," he growls as she glares daggers at him. "I need you," he admits as she turns to leave, causing her to pause at the door, hanging her head down. "I know you need me too. We're drawn together. You can't deny it. You can't deny me."

She whimpers, feeling his breath on her neck as he leaned to press a kiss to the base of her neck. "I can. And I will." She pulls the door open, leaving the room quickly as she tried to compose herself before joining an obviously drunk Joe that barely noticed her missing.

Throughout the night, August kept a watchful eye on Cassidy as she intentionally avoided direct interaction. She appeared to be hanging onto Joe's arm, putting on a facade of laughter and feigned interest in conversations. However, he could sense her true feelings of boredom seeping through. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, picturing Cassidy in his office, licking champagne off her naked flesh. Shaking off the provocative image, he cleared his throat and refocused on his wife, Sara, just as the countdown for the new year began.

Putting on a facade of their own, August smiled at Sara, fully aware that their own relationship was as much of a performance as Cassidy's act. He leaned in and kissed Sara, but his gaze was irresistibly drawn back to Cassidy, who was sharing a New Year's kiss with Joe across the room. Their eyes locked for a moment, and an intense desire surged within him. He clenched his fists, yearning for Cassidy's first kiss of the year to be with him. In that moment, he realized he wanted more than just a momentary encounter with her; he wanted Cassidy to be his, completely and unequivocally.

Chapter 5 Candy

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