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if i just told you i love you would this world change
#witch hat tag#orufrey#these kinda suck lol i feel like i cant draw right now *irritated sigh* BUT I FEEL EMOTIONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#if you are gay go watch good omens season 2 right now. NO YOU DONT KNOW THO!!!!!!!!!#i know being this affected by good omens is probably cringe. I dont care any more. the last 1 minute of good omens season 2 was#some of the most affecting acting i've ever seen in my life. sometimes someone acts with the force as if their entire career led to that#like during the credits part the very end im not even talking about before that. holy god#aziraphale i know everything about you. i know what you are feeling right now. i can see everything on your face. we're going to make it#ER.... NOT THAT THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS POST. IT'S NOT SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!#I JUST FEEL THOROUGHLY CHANGED !!!!!!!!!!! SHIT GETS REAL FROM NOW ON.. LIKE IN GENERAL! IN MY LIFE!#tormented gay love tormented gay love TORMENTED GAY LOVE TORMENTED GAY LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#btw the first 3 images were drawn earlier with an entirely different feeling and an entirely different mood.#Why do you keep pulling away from me?#It is because i love you that i do this#the lyrics from one of my japanese orufrey songs (A SONG THAT THE CREATOR LISTENS TO!!!!) led to feelings#âăăȘăăç„ăăȘăç§ăæźăăèŠăŠăŠă»ăăăźâ but i'm not translating it cause it just sounds weird. if with his eyes oru's asking âWHY don't you want#to let me in? to see all of you?â those lyrics are like âI actually want you to see every last bit of the parts of me you don't knowâ#oru you have no idea how much i want to lay bare my whole soul for you#maybe it's an alternate version of chapter 40. to me#i need to draw something really fucking good or i'm not going to forgive myself. i will not rest in this life#until i have made the orufrey that fully satisfies me nor until i have seen what the manga is leading to#NO STORY MEANS ANYTHING WITHOUT TORMENTED GAY LOVE AT THE HEART OF IT. THATS THE HEART OF THIS WORLD!!!!!#........... so Hi im normal :) haha *goes and finally makes breakfast*
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something that really pisses me off is this headcanon that ice would have been or was against mav pulling bradleyâs papers for the academy.
like iâm sorry but I need some of you to think for a second. this is a man whose jet wash indirectly also led to the accident that resulted in gooseâs death and probably carried that guilt for half his life too. this is also the man who was there to watch mav and carole grieve for the brother/husband they lost for YEARS. not to mention he was close to goose as well since they were both at the academy. like he would have wanted to protect bradley just as much as mav did when he made the decision to pull the papers. itâs a dumb moment for both of them but again. 100% they would have both thought they were doing the right thing for bradley.
#this has been cooking in my head and I needed to let it out#actually while weâre on the topic Iâm gonna go right ahead and continue#people saying Mav pulled the papers ONLY because of caroleâs wish are.... dumb sorry imma say it!#thatâs his best friendâs son. the kid of the brother he lost#like be fr for a second mav isnât infallible he wasnât being victimised by carole he knew perfectly well what he was doing#and he did it in part to protect bradley! bc he didnât want a naval career to kill him just like it did his father!#and ofc you can argue that this doesnât make sense when Mav raised bradley and knew how much he wanted to be a naval aviator#but. again. that is prob why Mav didnât step in when bradley chose an alternative path#you can recognise your kidâs wishes and ambitions and want them to succeed and also think that itâs gonna kill them#and act on what YOU think is best for your kid#anyway idk why these headcanons specifically irritate me so goddamn much but they do đ#icemav were good parents but they werenât perfect itâs like.... okay to admit that both iceman and maverick fucked up#in this aspect of parenting bradley lmao#su.txt#top gun
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So @frostbitebakery tagged me in a last line meme, but in the spirit of six sentence sunday I am instead posting the last six paragraphs I wrote because I think they're chewy and tasty and deserve to be seen and likely otherwise won't be. Thanks Frost!
And Ice in turn looks undeniably, deeply sad. Not grieving or mauldin or hopeless or another dozen emotions that Maverick has seen of him that are shades of that feeling, but simply, obviously, incredibly unhappy. Ice carries an dissatisfaction inside him â different to the one that Maverick has, the one that has him burning like a star coming through the stratosphere, but there all the same â and thereâs an underlying sorrow that accompanies that, always, but thatâs not what this is. Now, heâs just sad, and Maverick has done that to him. âWe tried, didnât we?â Ice asks, and somehow, even through that sadness, he smiles. Maverick wants to claw through the suddenly huge chasm of distance between them and cup his face in his hands, turn that smile into a true laugh, to make everything right again. To do anything to make Ice happy again. Itâs intolerable that anyone hurt Ice. Even him. Maybe especially him. âYeah,â Maverick says through a thick throat, voice catching. âWe gave it a red hot go.â âI still would do it,â Ice says, eyes deep, seeing, knowing. Not moving from Maverickâs face. Like he wants to savour every second left they have together. âIâd still want to try, even if I knew we couldnât make it work. Iâd still want to know what I know of you, Mav.â And it hurts like a bitch. Like Ice has stood up and suckerpunched the air out of him, except that would only be a physical pain, and this one instead scours itself deep onto Maverickâs heart. âYou canât say shit like that,â Maverick says, breathless, almost choking on his grief, and Ice closes his eyes, that shade of a smile disappearing from his face. Now, he just looks tired. âItâs the truth,â he insists. âI donât usually get to tell the truth, but Iâm not going to avoid it here. Even if it was only for a summer â Iâd want you to be mine.âÂ
#icemav#still interrogating these characters. this is a bit of an exploration piece instead of part of a fic but still so delicious#anyway. breaking up due to circumstances out of your control. wanting so so bad for things to be different. but they can't be.#how do you act and how do you feel and what do you say...#mine#my writing#I think Ice has the itch of never being good enough despite what anyone says - he has to prove it to himself but never quite manages#which is what drives a lot of his behaviour in so aggressively following the rules and being at the top#chasing a career as a form of finally trying to be happy with who he is and what he's done with his life and then oops#turns out that letting someone / something (the navy) dictate your life path isn't the way to being happy. sucks man.#go and kiss the man you've been pining for for 30 years about it#anyway that's not totally relevant to this snippet but thinking about character motivations and i think that ice is just. depressed.#lowkey about it. but it's there. and it's never going to entirely go away
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Unlocking Artistic Success: Sculpture Commission Opportunities with Statues
ï»żUnlocking Artistic Success: Sculpture Commission Opportunities with Statues
In the charming international of artwork, sculptors locate their muse not simply in personal projects but through accomplishing sculpture commissions. This guide is your key to understanding and seizing sculpture commission opportunities, emphasizing how they act as a gateway to unparalleled artistic success. Letâs delve into the intricacies of the commission system, the blessings it gives, and the transformative effect it may have on an artistâs career, with a special focus on the expertise provided through Statues, your ultimate associate on this artistic journey.
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Gen Z
pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader
summary: everyone seems to forget that Max is 26
a/n: not my favorite, but itâs something iâve been working on for a while there will be no part two
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Breaking up with Kelly was extremely difficult for Max to do. Despite not being in love with her anymore, he was very aware of what would happen to P. Max knew it was better to break up than stay just because of P, so he bit the bullet. The next few months were lonely, having to readjust to being alone in Monaco with just his cats.
Thatâs when you came barreling into his life. Only two years younger than Max, you were a breath of fresh air for him. He really didnât expect to fall for you, not so quick anyway.
You knew a bit about Formula One, but it was more to the extent that your home hosted a race, some drivers lived in the city, and your hairdresserâs son was a driver. It didnât phase you when Max told you about his career and fame, you just thought the Dutchman was cute.
âMen who own cats are major green flags,â you told him over text when you first started dating. That mightâve been what really made Max fall for you. You made him feel young, understandably so. He was 19 when he first met Kelly, and she was 28.
Max taught you about the races, you helped him connect with his inner Gen Z. He taught you Dutch and how to game, you taught him slang and pop culture. The two of you were sitting on the couch a month before the Monaco GP, watching Cars of course, when Max asked you to join him at the race.
âOf course, anything for Lightning McQueen,â you squeeze his hand. You knew from TikTok that Charles, your boyfriendâs work husband, was Lightning McQueen, but how could that not be Max.
âKachow,â Max says causing you to laugh. He has been watching the TikToks and reels you send him, usually something formula one or cars related.
Max is watching Cars 2 with you when he points out each driver in the movie. You store the knowledge in the back of your mind for when you watch classic races and Max explains things to you. You feel sufficiently ready for Monaco.
âLewis, this is my girlfriend, Y/n,â Max introduces you to the Mercedes driver. You look at him, star stuck.
âI loved you in Cars,â you blurt out, causing Lewis to laugh and Max to hide his face in embarrassment. Max isnât surprised, but he canât believe this is how your first interaction is going. Lewis is just happy you arenât with Max because he is a driver.
âThank you, how old are you?â Lewis asks, ready to feel old.
â24, two years younger than Maxie,â you smile lovingly at your boyfriend.
âI forgot how young you actually are,â Lewisâs unspoken words hang in the air between him and Max. Now that you are dating someone closer to your own age.
Lewisâs statement seemed to be the general consensus when everyone saw you with him. Max looked and acted like he was 26. He was using slang you taught him, he was making pop culture references that he likely wouldnât have known otherwise. He was getting to experience his twentyâs like he should have been, not as if he was much older than he was.
Lando was the most excited to meet you, not only were you his age, but you brought out Maxâs inner child that Lando never could.
âIâm stealing your girlfriend,â Lando tells Max, wanting to claim you as his best friend.
âNo,â Max deadpans.
âWhat if Lando is my bestie?â you ask Max, who canât say no to you.
âThen I guess thatâs okay,â Max kisses your temple.
âOMG, McLaren is doing another hide and seek video, you two should join,â Lando proposes.
âThat actually sounds fun,â Max says, looking at you for confirmation.
âIâm in,â you smile, letting Lando lead the way.
The video is a hit, the fans are loving this version of Max. Max is loving this version of him too, for once he doesnât feel like he has to grow up faster than he should.
âStay away from her, sheâs no good for you. Act like a grown up,â you overhear Jos tell Max as you come back to the garage from hospitality. You have yet to meet Jos, Max made it very clear that he doesnât want you near his dad. The memes the two of you send back and forth are a good enough reason why, so you hang back.
âWhat do you mean? I am. Iâm 26, why should I act like Iâm 40? I am happier with her than I was with Kelly,â Max argues back, you hold yourself back.
âWorld Champions are serious, mature. Quit acting like Lando Norris and more like an adult,â Jos is seething.
âAsk Max to come back here, say the team needs him or something,â you as an engineer when you notice Jos getting angrier.
âThen why am I leading by a heavy margin already. You just canât handle that I am putting myself first. What would you even know about being a champion? You never won a race!â Max yells. The engineer quickly cuts in and leads Max to you.
âYou gagged him, baby. Are you okay?â Max hugs you, you just rub his back as he regulates his breathing.
âHeâs an opp, for real,â Max mutters into your shoulder, causing you to snort with laughter.
âGod, I love you,â you canât contain the laughter. Max joins in, your smile is infectious.
âI did use it right, no?â Max asks between the laughter.
âYou did, I just wasnât expecting it,â you take a deep breath, calming down.
âNo cap?â
âAlright, you are using too much. Where is old man Max, this is freaky,â you take a step back, the smile that remains on your face betrays your words.
âYou got me into my gen z era, you get the consequences,â Max pulls you back into him as you groan in annoyance.
âI love you too,â he laughs, peppering your face with kisses.
And when a journalist is brave enough to ask about the shift in Max? Heâs always eager to talk about you.
âMy girlfriend forced me to watch hours of YouTube compilations about formula one memes. We are always sending different memes to each other, she definitely helps me remember to laugh more,â Max gushes.
âI guess we all forget that you arenât nearly forty,â the journalist nods. Max answers a few more questions before finding you in his drivers room. He lays down on the couch, his head on your lap.
âWhatâs on your mind?â you run your hand through Maxâs hair.
âHave I changed that much?â he asks, his blue eyes looking up at you.
âI donât think so, I think youâve just started being yourself around more people. You are still the same Max that I first met and fell in love with, everyone else is just seeing that Max,â you are confused about the question, but answer him. Max doesnât reply, he just nuzzles closer to you.
âI like this version of me,â he says into your shirt a few minutes later, you keep playing with his hair.
âIâm glad, but I like every version of you, Max. Even old man Max,â you smile as he sits up.
âOld man? How about I show you how far from true that is,â there is a look in his eye that tells you that you just started something.
âAnd how will you do that?â you decide to entertain him as he slips his hands under your shirt.
âI donât think I need to tell you.â
#f1 imagines#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 grid#max verstappen#max verstappen imagines#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader
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girl i love your shut up mom and career day fic so much!!!!!! i was wondering if you can do something similar to bothh? no pressure if you dont wanna!
Baby's first words
Tags: fluff, crack, jjk men as dads x fem!reader, angst on Nanami's!!!
Synopsis: You and your husband have been trying to get your child to say their first words. Chaos ensues.
An: I hope this is close enough to what you were requesting!! I really couldn't think of much more. Also, I want to point out that I completely forgot that Todo's first name is Aoi. I want to clarify that it is completely unrelated to your baby's name with Satoru lol.
SATORU âą SUGURU âą TOJI âą SUKUNA âą NANAMI
SATORU
"Alright Aoi, say da-da, and I'll give you this yummy scoop of baby food." Your husband coaxes as he holds out a spoonful of baby food just out of your small baby's reach.
"Stop bribing our kid to say dada." You giggle as you walk up to your adorable baby sat in his high chair. You fluffed Satoru's hair affectionately with your hand. These were the moments that made life worth living.
"Hmph. I want dada to be his first word. Wouldn't that be so cool?" He asks with a small pout as he coaxes your baby's attention again with the spoon. "C'mon Aoi, da-da." He sounds out the word phonetically to try to teach Aoi.
However, your pretty blue-eyed baby looked up at you with the brightest smile. "Mama!" Aoi cried as he made grabby hands for you.
Yours and Satoru's mouths completely dropped. While you immediately started laughing and picking up Aoi out of the highchair to snuggle your baby, your husband just looked at you with a bittersweet pout. He wanted to be y'all's baby's first words, but it was worth it to see your reaction to Aoi saying mama.
"That's right, baby. Mama." You encourage, smooching him on his chubby little cheek.
"Alright, I get it kid. I'd say mama to get a kiss too." Satoru laughs as he holds out his cheek towards you with a playful grin.
Jokingly rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to Satoru's cheek too.
SUGURU
"Alright girls, can you say da-da?" You said to the two young twin girls in their highchairs. You pointed to Geto as he stood next to you.
"They're too young to be talking, darling." He muses as he looks at your twin girls.
"But they're not too young to learn. Don't act like you don't want to hear them say dada." You poke Geto in his side, causing for him to let out a hearty chuckle.
"I want to keep them as young for as long as possible. Watching them grow up is going to send me into an early retirement." He says as he lovingly rubs on your back.
A doorbell sounding throughout the house caused your husband to sigh deeply. He hated being pulled away from these moments with you and the girls.
"Were you expecting someone?" You curiously ask.
"No, it's probably just one of those filthy monkeys again." He gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Dada!" Mimiko shouts with a giggle, garnering both your attentions.
"You really have to stop saying that in front of the girls." You chide as Geto picks up Mimiko from her highchair.
"My sweet girl." He grins at the baby in his hands and blows a raspberry on her cheek.
The doorbell rings again, and you sigh this time. "I guess I'll go get it." You say as you start to walk away.
"M-m... ma..ma.." Nanako quietly whimpered as your presence left the room.
"Oh, it's okay, little one. She'll be back." Geto soothes as he picks his other daughter up with his other arm. What's the purpose of having two arms if you couldn't snuggle both your twin daughters at the same time?
After scaring off a salesman, you return to the heartwarming sight.
"You missed it, darling. Nanako said mama." Geto informs you with a proud smile.
"I always miss the good parts!" You complain as you scoop Nanako up out of Geto's arms. "I hope they stay this little forever."
"Me too."
TOJI
"Okay Gumi, can you say ma-ma?" You say as you're staring with a bright smile at your flat expression baby. He honestly looks like he might be judging you for even insinuating that he'd say mama.
"Okay, tough crowd." You muse as you hand Megumi one of his toys for him to play with.
You have been trying to teach him how to say mama for the past month or so, but he hasn't really said much of anything. He'll babble sometimes, but it's rare.
You were concerned about his mental and social development, but his pediatrician assured you that there was nothing wrong with little Megumi.
"He just doesn't want to talk yet." The doctor informed you with a lighthearted laugh.
It was semi-funny, but you couldn't help and compare with other moms. You knew it was wrong and every baby developed at their own rate, but you really just wanted to hear your baby's sweet voice.
Toji walks in through the front door immediately kicking his shoes off. "No one touch me. I'm covered in blood." He grunts as he tries his best to maneuver and not spread the blood everywhere.
Given his job, you were already use to this. "It's not yours, right?" You ask as you look up at him.
"Course not, babe. What do you take me for? An amateur?" He asks with a cocky grin.
Megumi looks up from his highchair, and his eyes immediately go as big as saucers upon seeing his dad walk in through the door. "Papa!" He immediately cries out, making grabby hands towards Toji.
You stare at your son in disbelief. "You little traitor!" You whine, but you also feel the relief pool into you. Your baby really just didn't want to talk to you, but that's fine.
"Ahh you little shit. You would do this when I can't pick you up. Your mama will kill me if I get blood on you." He grins as he carefully pats Megumi's hair with a clean hand.
"Damn right. Go shower." You instruct with a small grin.
"Yes mam." He retorts playfully as he shot you a little wink.
SUKUNA
"Okay Ryu, say ma-ma." You say to your little pink-haired baby as he's looking at you from his high chair.
"That's so amateur. He's the son of the king." Sukuna says as he pulls up a chair and sits backwards in it, facing y'all's baby. "Say dismantle." He grins wildly, and your sweet baby just giggles at him.
"You dare laugh in the face of a king, hm?" Sukuna asks as he playfully narrows his eyes. Despite how scary he was trying to seem, Ryu just kept smiling at him and giggling.
"Stop trying to get our baby to say cursed techniques." You chide your husband while shaking your head.
"Fine. Say Satoru Gojo's a bitch."
"Ryomen!"
"What!?" Sukuna shouts defensively. "I'll never forgive that white-haired bastard for teaching his kid to say 'kuna sucks'." You quietly laugh remembering that random video that was sent to you two.
In their older age, Sukuna and Satoru had settled on having a baby race. Constantly filming their baby's milestones and gloating to the other.
Sukuna had practically cheered whenever little Ryu was eating more solid foods than Gojo's kid was.
"D...d.." Ryu babbles and tries to get his syllables right.
"Woman. Get your phone machine out. He's going to cast his first domain." Sukuna says as he's immediately grabbing onto your arm.
"Sukuna, for the last time. It's just called a phone, and he's not going to cast a domain." You say as you start recording your little baby Ryu.
"Da..da... dada." Your son babbles out reaching up towards his dad.
Sukuna's face slightly drops, but it wasn't to one of sadness. No, he felt surprised. His son was reaching to him, calling for him. To most people, he was the King of Curses, but to little Ryu, he was simply dada.
Your husband scoops your son into his arms, hugging him lovingly. "I'll let you slide just this once. Next time you'll cast a domain." He says playfully while cradling his son in his arms.
Later, you would get a text from Gojo after sending him that video.
Gojo: Cute kid. Sukuna looks happy. Fucker is finally softening in his prehistoric age.
NANAMI
"Say da-da..." Your voice plays over Nanami's phone as he watches the video you just sent him of you teaching Hana how to say her first words.
"Dada!" Hana yells with a cheerful smile while clapping her little hands together.
Your husband smiles, missing you two dearly right now. It feels like his heart lives outside his chest. If he could afford it, he'd go home and snuggle with you two.
Yn: Stay safe out there, Ken. Please.
He promptly texts back, promising that he'll be back home before you know it. Though, something about the air in Shibuya tonight gave Nanami second guesses about that.
He could leave. He could leave right now and return home to you and his daughter, but his students and his peers need him.
Yn: The power's out here, Ken. Is everything alright?
Yn: Jesus I can hear the explosions from here...
Yn: Please tell me that you're safe...
Yn: Hana and I are evacuating. I love you. Please text me as soon as you can.
Yn: You fuckig promised... you liedd to me.
Yn: What do I tell Hana every time she says dada?
#jjk#jjk fanfic#fanfic#jujutsu kaisen#drabble#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jjk fluff#jjk angst#jjk crack#jjk drabbles#jjk sukuna#gojo saturo#satoru x reader#jjk satoru#jjk suguru#getou suguru x reader#geto suguru#sukuna x reader#sukuna#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento#jjk x reader
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âwhat a loser! | c.bg
àšà§ synopsis. hearing rumours of your sex life travel around your campus for the first time has you standing in front of the very person that youâre convinced is responsible. your secret fuck buddy.
àšà§ warnings. stoner!gyu, bratty sub!beomgyu, mean femdom, humiliation kink, VERY public, hair pulling, hate sex kind of, cunnilingus, use of pet, fuck buddies, reader has a priest dad, bit of a toxic dynamic
âWhyâre you here?â he mumbles casting his eyes down to his feet as he idly skates around, not paying you even a little bit of eye contact or actual acknowledgement.
âCan we talk somewhere else? More private?â
He ignores you.
You huff, rolling your eyes, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. The sun had already set, there were even less people outâno one was skating around at this hour but Beomgyu. âWhyâ" you take a breath, already feeling yourself get emotional and angry, âWhy did you go around telling people about us?â
Thereâs a few reasons circling your head. Attention, bragging rightsâattention was a big one but you hoped, no, a part of you believes it was an accident. That he let the information slip from his lips when he was drunk, or out of his right mind. But with the way heâs acting, itâs getting harder to hold on to the belief that Beomgyu was misunderstood and not just a fucking asshole.
Too much time goes by with silence and you think hes blatantly ignoring you again, but then he halts his skating, taking the time to run a hand through his hair. Hair that youâve regretfully played with days on end, twirling strands around your finger, giggling as if the foundation youâve built your relationship on wasnât such a fragile fire that could be snuffed out in seconds if not the tiniest bit careful.
Look where you are now.
âDunno, âcuz I can.â
His eyes are on you, bangs parted, looking straight at you. You canât get it out of your mind, how the ends of his lips twitched up as he said that. Bitch. Fucking bitch.
He finds this amusing. A game. Your reputation was a game to him. Of course it is. He never took anything serious, not his career, not his relationships, not his futureâhe never cared.
Your nostrils flare as you stomp large strides towards him, charging and shoving his chest, having him stumble backwards off his board, dryly laughing. âThe goody two shoes about to commit an assault?â
âOh fuck off, you wouldnât dare try suing me. God, I hate you so much. Youâre such aâsuch a fucking loser!â you yell.
That wiped off the cocky demeanour.
âHereâs some two cents for you, I couldnât give less of a fuck about whatever this is between us. I really couldnât. But youââ your face gets heated up, pointing a finger at him. âYou will never find anything better than what I gave you. And youâre going to live with that.â
He scoffs like heâs unbothered but itâs so clear with the way he clenches his jaw afterwards heâs pissedâit hit a spot. Good. Good, let him be hurt.
âWhat do you evenâwhat did you gain by telling everybody my sex life? Having people call me a slut? Some sick pleasure from being superior to me for once? Attention? Huh? Whyâre you acting out now?â Your eyes are narrowed as they implore answers out of him, searching his face and eyes, anything, anything that you can read from his unbearable silence.
âYeah.â
You blink confused. âWhat?â
âYeah, I wanted the attention. Happy now?â He walks to shoulder you but you let out a scoff, holding him back by his arm and pushing him in front of you again.
âYou canât for one second act like a man can you? You just run away from everything!â you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating hes being.
âIf youâre just going to stand there and insult me like a bitch I might as well just go and do something fucking productive.â he spits.
Your cheeks heat up and you think for the first time you understand the phrase of seeing red. Hes been poking and poking and poking with his nonchalance then later smugness then going onto just straight up disrespectâhe was really pushing you. So he shouldâve expected the hand that goes to strike him against his faceâyour chest rising up and down, brows furrowed deeply.
A faint red hand print blooms across his cheek, and his jaw falls slack, eyes blown out and wide. You suddenly grab him by the back of his hair, no doubt burning his scalp with the way he lets out a loud hiss. âI fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.â
Youâre so close to his face and everything about the way heâs looking at you gives you the chills. You hate him. You do. Heâs insane, heâs selfish, heâs rude, heâsâ
A shaky lopsided grin still manages to break from his face, âNo you donât.â
And that was your last straw.
The addictive nature about Beomgyu is what kept you coming back over and over againâhe never lead, he just let youâŠtake him. And sometimes, at a point of your life where you feel like everythings being controlled for you, not having the choice to make the decisions you like, this somewhat served as an outlet.
Thatâs the moreâŠreasonable explanation.
The other explanation is simple. Heâs so fucking sexy.
The way he still melts into a kiss so harsh and mean, attempting to cup your cheeks, but immedietely dropping it when he feels your disapporval, his whimpers already picking up, not taking any incentive to breathe as if this kiss was enough to keep him alive; itâs those little things that have you up in the middle of the night thinking about him. Him.
Beomgyu, the stereotypical bad-boy stoner hipster outcastâthe antithesis of everything present in your picture perfect lifeâhe keeps you up at night. The mix of weed and his hilariously bad attempt at covering it with febreeze and cologne wafts your scent, it overwhelms you, but you still canât get enough. Everything annoying about him disappears when heâs touching you.
âWhy? Why do you keep doing this?â you say, finally being able to pull away from himâonly after you had jerked on his hair harsher.
His lips are swollen, red and glisteningâhe looks pretty like this. He really does. But those lips always end up saying something to piss you off. âKeep doing what? Letting everyone know how you really are? Not actually the good girl you pretend to be, huh.â
You donât know if heâs goading you on purpose because he likes it rough, or if heâs just being an asshole in general. It doesnât matter. If heâs going to act like a brat, heâll get treated like one.
Your knuckles had turned white with how hard you were gripping his hair so it feels relieving when you finally let it go. He tries to lean in to chase after your lips again, but you have your hands on his chest to stop him.
The flash of panic in his eyes when you step back from him is hilarious, it really is. It tells you everything you need to know. He wants you. He really wants you. He doesnât care if you hit him or ruin his life, he wants you.
If his next words are any indication. âHey, hey what are you doing? Where are you going?â
You walk to sit on a step of the stairs. âDo you think Iâm a slut? Is that why you thought you had the audacity? Surely because otherwise if you respected me you wouldnât have spread those rumors about me.â
He huffs out a laugh, the biggest reaction youâve gotten out of him so far. He also walks to get closer to you. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You havenât even come up with one single reason that would paint me in a better light. You really do see me as a fucking douchebag loser.â Heâs clearly getting emotional with the way his voice gets higher pitched, the nonchalant front cracking, his lips slightly trembling.
âBecause thatâs what you are. Douchebag. Loser. Youâre. A. Loser. Choi Beomgyu.â
You can see his fists clench at his sides, tight lipped. If you knew any better, you think he mightâve just started crying, but youâre not interested in tears. You angle your feet to point to the ground, âOn your knees.â
He only hesitates for a second, he only stands there staring at you for a second, only a second before he crumbles and does as you say, getting on his knees in front of you, between your legs. âCloser.â
âBut-"
âBut what?â Your skirts already half way ridden up and you stare him down, keeping your eye contact intense.
âWeâre in p-public. Anyone can see.â
You know hes blushing when you see the tips of his ears peek out, bright red. Aw, heâs nervous? Embarrassed? Shy?
âYouâre never seeing me after this Choi. Make of it what you can or piss off.â
His eyes widen comically at that. âWhat? What does that mean? Are you leaving me?â
You canât decipher or understand why exactly hes so surprised but you shake it off, you donât want your good time to be spoiled. Not when your underwearsâ already sticking to your pussy seeing him on his knees, on the ground, with his ripped baggy jeans, no doubt a pavement burn getting to him. âAre you going to eat me out or should I get up and leave?â
He shakes his head vehemently, hands on your knees spreading your legs. âSorry, âm sorry. Donât leave. Gonna make you feel good, promise.â
Heâs already rambling like heâs dumbed out, like heâs about to be a goner. But heâs still hesitant in his actions and you groan, throwing your head back. âWhat the fuck Beomgyu?â
A pout rests on his lips, âIââŠI donât want anyone seeing you..â
You think heâs giving a fuck for your decency, you think its about you for once. But then another thought pops up in your head and your lips twitch. Itâs not for you. Itâs for him. He doesnât want any possible pedestrian to see what only him so far has been able to see.
This isnât worth it.
You make an attempt to get up before Beomgyu immediately has you sit back down, wasting no time to press his face between your legs, skirt over his head. His tongue pokes out to lick on over your panties, gradually wetting it and you sigh, the tenseness of your body evaporating. âYeah, thats it. Be good for me pup.â He whines at that.
Beomgyu doesnât tease any longer the moment your hands go to grab his hair because suddenly he bunches your panties to the side and you feel the contact of his hot tongue on your cunt, already lapping away like a dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dog. Dumb dumb dumbâbut shit heâs having you curl your toes at the speed heâs going, the way he moans against your pussy like hes somehow enjoying eating you out more than you are.
âYouâre my toy, nothing else. But you just keepâyou keep irritating me, you keep being a dick, you keep provoking me.â you breathe out, tightening your fistful of his hair in your hand, making his moans even louder, nuzzling closer in your pussy you think he might genuinely suffocate at this point. But knowing him, heâd probably like that. âGod, you absolute loser.â
He whines something intelligible, wet eyes looking up at you with his brows pulling upâit makes you gasp as you bite down on your bottom lip. Heâs so pretty itâs unfair. Whyâs such a sinful person so pretty? God must really have the time of his life making this hell for you.
You take it upon yourself to lift yourself a bit, grinding on his face harder, trying to reach your high, obstructing your view of his faceâeven with the anxiety of doing this so out in the open resting at the pit of your stomach. Heâs practically mewling in your pussy, and the sounds send vibrations, his nose bumping up your clit every now and then. He lets you use him, he just lets you.
When Beomgyu fully submits like this to youâŠyou see stars, you come hard. âMoreâŠmoreâ, he groans, licking up your arousal. Itâs so dirty, it really is, but you canât help but nod.
Having the skater eat you out till your legs were jelly at a skatepark late at night would surely guarantee your place in hell.
âYouâre such a whore, letting me fuck your face like this babyâdonât soil your pants yet, I know how you get. Probably getting off at the fact that weâre out l-like thisâŠh-hahâdirty, dirty boy.â
He shakes his head, the glistening sweat of his forehead and the matted strands on his temple proof of how hard hes really going at it. âNot dirty. Just wanâ your attention..â
The second you tut at him for stopping he immedietely dives back inâyou donât know if itâs more him being afraid of a punishmet or because he himself doesnât want to stop. Never mind that, because now hes wrapping his pretty lips around your clit and youâre fucking losing your mind with how quick your head clouds.
There are so many things circling your head right now. And this always happens whenever he starts talking during a hook up. Yes, it helps you get to an edge even faster but its for all the wrong reasons. Heâd dirty talk for a bit before switching up, and suddenly all of his words are loving and cute and adorable and, and thatâs bad. When you see him other than the image heâs curated for himselfâthatâs when you start feeling the unfamiliar butterflies fluttering.
You donât like it. Heâs not good for you.
âStop thinking, only focus on me.â You gasp, your fingers digging into his tangled hair, disheveling it even more. Only him.
He makes you orgasm again, and when you catch your breath you gently push his head away, then harder when he canât seem to stop kissing your inner thighs. He sighs, dropping it, but not without giving you one last puppy plea. You avoid his eyes, pulling your panties up and scoping around the area, all of a sudden feeling exposed. Did you really just let this punk eat you out on a staircase?
You stand up, dusting your ass, taking note of the redness of his knees and the large wet patch in between his crotch when Beomgyu follows, getting up from his knees, wiping his ridiculously wet lips. You tuck a strand behind your ear as you awkwardly stand, thinking over what youâre going to say now.
Weâre over, bye.
Iâll go home now, donât call me.
I hope you know how bad you messed up. Bye.
Iâm blocking you on everything so donât even think of contacting me.
âDonât leave me.â
âŠThat has you snap out of your reverie.
His voice is low, no doubt vulnerable. This is the worst. This is bad. Shit.
You clear your throat. âWhy? Why shouldnât I? Even if I didnât want to Iâd have toâŠmy dad knows about you now because of the little stunt you pulled and he definitely doesnât approve of you.â You mumble the last part, crossing your arms and keeping your distance. But thatâs not of any use when he steps forward every time you take a step back.
âIâmââ He runs a hand through his hair again, clearly frustrated. And you donât understand why, does he really operate life thinking there arenât consequences to his actions? If he didnât want to stop this so bad whyâd he tell people about your relationship when you explicitly told him not to? âWe canâwe can do it in secret like we did this entire time. He doesnât have to know.â
You sigh, also frankly frustrated. âBeomgyu! Why canât you just-"
Suddenly youâre in his embrace, engulfing you so gently and yet the desperation in it couldnât have been any more tighter. âPlease, please donât leave me. Iâm sorry. IâllâIâll really do everything you want, Iâll be your toy, your pet, whatever shit youâre intoâjust donât leave me."
You really shouldnât give in. You really, really shouldnât.
But then he nuzzles into your neck, mumbling with that slight whiny drawl in his tone, âIâll be your good boy, I promise. Wonât misbehave anymore.â
Of course you give in. Again.
àšà§ note. honestly donât know where this came from, i was just making up backstory as i was writing. literally only had one thought and one thought only, what if sub!bad boy x dom! good girl? and that was the small attempt made here lol, i love hearing any feedback or even a theory or two concerning the storyâs world as i might explore these characters again đ
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I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol
If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!
Best wishes
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I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :â)
Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)
Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that youâd mindâŠ
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
TW: violence
(Cover from the manga âA girl and her guard dogâ)
"Fantastic show tonight!"
The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.
"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin.Â
"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."
You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop.Â
Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.
Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.
So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.
"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.
That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.
When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged.Â
You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.
Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:
"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"
You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar.Â
"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"
As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.
"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.
"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously.Â
As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.
You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top.Â
"Should we leave?"
You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.
"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."
He grins at your last statement.
"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"
You nod.
"Then let's get you undressed, miss."
Is this what they call a scary dog privilege?Â
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Getting closer (Kang Hyewon)
âAll Iâm saying isââ Hyewon looks away, drink in hand, taking a little sip, calm and alluring as ever, âif you only want to see me naked, then you could have just said so.â
You widely stare back, silent, indifferentâor at least pretend to be. Itâs gotten you a fair amount of awards, after all. Itâs not the slightest bit of convincing whatsoever. Â
She laughs, softly, as if this was the expected outcome. âSo Iâm taking that as an admission.âÂ
Setting down the near-empty wine glass on the bathroom sink, Hyewon attempts to walk away, only to be stopped by a sudden pull. Your hand appears tightly wrapped around her dainty wrist, unwilling to let go. Your eyes aimlessly wander up and down the empty void that is her black dress. There are hardly any thoughts behind that predictably empty head of yours, only the simplest of desires.
You catch the subtlest grin forming on her saccharine lips. You fucking hate how she makes you feel. How she makes your heart race with every exchange.
Despite all the time youâve spent together, you wish you got to know her better.
âââââ
The last year and a half of your career has mostly centered around one thing, or in this case, one person: Kang Hyewon. Thereâs also this drama starring your pairing as co-leads, and youâve been promoting together, but your names make up more of the headlines than the very show. Your names are synonymously tied together akin to an actual couple.
Unsurprisingly, Hyewon is damn gorgeous. Itâs how sheâs getting the calls to begin with. Another one of those former singers turned actors looking to be taken seriously within the larger entertainment industry. Most never make it past their first project and fall back on their old careers, with some completely flaming out of the spotlight altogether. Sheâs an exception. A minor part here, a supporting cameo thereâuntil sheâs more than pleasant eye candy. A starlet who knows how to pick what roles would showcase her talents the most.Â
Sheâs the perfect blend of beauty goddess and hotshot young star that the internet can get behind.
So it comes as a surprise when sheâs casted as second fiddle to you, the first billingâand everyone comes away talking about her more. The scene stealer.Â
(This plucky rival agent, investigating a case your character has been trailing for years, barely scraping by with the thinnest of clues, only for her to uncover the mystery only days after starting the investigation. The writing screams Mary Sue, but she acts convincing and vulnerable enough to escape the scathing think pieces thatâs commonly associated with such characters. Not to mention: you both look damn good together on screen and during your public appearances.
Itâs a team that sailed a thousand shipsâboth for your characters and in the real world.)
The consummate professional you are, you donât think much of it. Your filming experience can only be described as businesslike. Except for the scenes where youâre together on screen, youâve been separated at armsâ length, only exchanging words between takes to keep any further relationship from developing. Itâs only during the press tour where youâve finally gotten somewhat close.
Perhaps a little too close for comfort. Enough to make video compilations by overzealous fans who think you and Hyewon are really an item. The evidence is everywhereâin interviews, behind the scenes content, and on both your Instagram pages. At least, thatâs what they want to believe. Everyone else brushes it off as two hot people being hot together, and not much else.
Hereâs the thing: you love Hyewonâthat much is true. The question now is: does she love you back?
Thankfully, your duo doesnât get in the way of the show being lauded, despite making up a majority of its fandom. Positive reviews from both critics and viewers, especially in regards to your chemistry. The connection between you two is one in a million, something that canât be built over years and years of working together. It also helps your performances sell the dynamic incredibly wellâwell enough to create those delusional shippers that form the bedrock of your partnership.Â
Your names were positioned to go far during awards season. Not the consensus top pick, but as dark horse contenders to steal one every now and then. And while you both won your fair share of accolades, neither of you ended up walking away with the top prize. The conversation during the final ceremony of the year consisted primarily of the media and viewers talking about how your appearances together these last few monthsâand how youâre a match made in heaven.Â
Everyoneâs gonna miss this pairingâand so will you.
Now youâre back at square one. Having snuck away from the afterparty currently celebrating the dozen or so awards your show won earlier tonight, youâve brought Hyewon back to your hotel room. Neither of you cared once you both lost your respective categories. The pundits thought you each only had the slimmest of odds to win, so why bother. Hell, you were both itching to leave as soon as the red carpet concluded.Â
Itâs all behind you now. Youâre finally free from the glitz, glamor, and chaos of these vanity ceremonies and can really focus on what really mattersâthe pretty girl that you most likely wonât be seeing starring tomorrow. Your careers and interests couldnât be any further apart: your main focus is movies, while hers are dramas. Both of you remain booked and busy for the next few years with different projects, with not a single one reuniting you two for the foreseeable future.
Back to Hyewon. Sheâs looking down at her wrist, tightly held by your hand. She allows it. You can feel her pulse. You sense that your hearts are racing in unison, tense and anxious.
âAre you gonna do something?â she questions, daring you to pull the trigger. She knows something you donâtâor maybe you do. Youâre blinded by fear to realize it. âThe night is fleeting. If not now, then when?â
Her words ring through your head.Â
If not now, then when?
The same five words, ordered in the exact same wayâetched in tiny letters on her skin.
You still remember everythingâframe by frame, down to the last details. On screen, itâs implied. In your mind, it canonically happened. She took her shirt off, exposing herself and the scars of battle, and you were gonna go there. In your charactersâ supposed words, âCleanââ in your own unique way.
It was ultimately never shot. Bare minimum of fanservice and completely unnecessary, the director said.Â
The tattoo sticks out, not only because of how it's deeply embedded on her otherwise pristine, lithe figure, but also because it represents the last 18 months of your career.
During this period, there are a lot of things that youâve regretâand will regret. The fact youâve kept contact with her during filming at a minimum, keeping your interactions strictly between takes and creating a negative air around you in her eyes. The fact it took you so long to exchange numbers, only getting it done during the press tour. The fact that you never return her messages when she constantly reaches out to you, whether through text or on your Instagram. The fact you havenât thanked her enough times during your acceptance speeches, even when you mention her name in almost every other sentence. If thereâs anything you want to admit, itâs that Hyewon is everything.
Most importantly, the fact that you fucking love her, to the point where youâd yearn moments when youâre not beside herâand you still lack the will to confess to her. Even right now. When sheâs right at your fingertips.
Perhaps she knows this. The signs were there all along. How she often posts your red carpet photos together and tags you in them. How she also mentions you as much during her acceptance speeches and credits you as a reason for her improvements in acting, even referencing specific advice youâve given her. The biggest hint, however, are the dresses sheâs been wearing to these galas, most evident being tonight. Simple all black, tailor made for her frame, showing off her assets for flaunting to the cameras.Â
Earlier, she led you to an empty part of the theater to say something in private. âI wore this just for you,â she saidâand from that point, you had to get her alone, whatever it takes.
Really, Hyewon has no intention to leave tonight. Sheâs just waiting for those magic words. Thereâs no other logical reason for her to be here, other than for you.
She might as well be holding up a huge signpost with all her requests written in capital letters.Â
âIf youâre not gonna do anything,â she says, tone casual, slipping one strap of her dress down her shoulder, the one half of the fabric dropping a fair amount. âThen I might as well do it myself. I was hoping youâd take this off meââ
âStop.âÂ
You grab her other hand, close to touching the other strap, the dress more than ready to fall down. She raises her eyebrows in amusement. Afterward, she puts the seized hand down, convincing you to release the grip.Â
Another win for Hyewon. Youâve lost count as to how many times sheâs been messing with you throughout awards season. Probably in the hundreds. Thousands if you count the interviews and little jabs during her speeches. Every mention of your name is an immediate sign of trouble. You can sense sheâs enjoying every single moment, relishing the remaining time you have left. Meanwhile, itâs clear on your face that youâre stressed.Â
But for what?
âIf it hasnât gotten through your thick skull, then I have no choice but to explain it.â Hyewon climbs atop the bathroom sink, strong enough to lift herself off the ground. She pours the glass with new wine; itâs not meant for you. Her attitude flips instantaneously like a switch, composed and readying herself as if it were another photoshoot.Â
Taking a sip of the drink, she pours the rest all over her dress. It serves no purpose anymore. itâs undeniable that she knows what sheâs doing. That elegant yet cocky smile is permanently seared into your brain. Someone this haughty shouldnât be this beautiful and seductive. âYou can stand there and waste the night away, or you can do something about it. All up to you.â
You can only sigh. Whether out of wistfulness or annoyance is up for interpretation. You can add taking her back to your hotel room and taking this role in your ever growing list of regrets. When itâs all said and done, itâll definitely be as long as the career documentary theyâll make about you in 50 years.
What more do you have to lose?Â
This will all be behind you soon enough.
You finally stop giving her the cold shoulder. âGod, I really wish you werenât such a tease,â you remark, pulling on the dress strap she previously slid down. âBecause otherwise, it would have been so much easier.â
Hyewon seems to have taken your words seriously, because she suddenly kisses youâas in, relentlessly smothers you. Her arms wrap around your neck, slowly pulling you close into an embrace. She smells of alcohol and perfume. An unusual concoction that you can drown yourself in.
âOnly if you say the magic word,â she says, gently laughing between kisses. The lower half of your face is full of pale lipstick marks. It was foolish to think she had turned a new leaf, knowing how intentional Hyewon can be with everything.
Youâve really got no other choice.
âI love you,â you confess, but in the smallest audible voice imaginableâhiding that reluctance behind your tone.Â
Hyewon pulls herself back, smiling toothily at you, borderline snorting. Her expressions convey the idea that you told her a joke, which it may as well be.Â
âThatâs it? Doesnât sound like someone who loves me,â she remarks, tone evidently disparaging.
âFuck me.â The groan comes out instinctively, as if this wasnât your first time getting burned like this. Your head is raised to the ceiling, asking the gods for an out.
âThatâs my line,â she spouts, her response almost as instantaneous. Wit comes naturally to Hyewon. The countless viewers and interviewers whoâve laughed can speak on her behalf.
âYouâre gonna turn everything I say into a joke, are you?â you ask, knowing youâve willingly fallen for the easiest bait in the entire world.
âYouâre gonna turn everything I say into a joke, are you?â she repeats, mockingly imitating your voice, much to your utter chagrin. This isnât part of some romcom or a sketch. This is real. Everything comes back around to Hyewon. She laughsâbasks in your suffering.
Itâs the kind of trait that would leave you second guessing whether you really love her or not. As it turns out, the public loves celebrities with a playful sense of humor. Not even you are innocentâyouâve been caught red-handed on camera a few times. Hyewon doesnât need to reaffirm herself.
But she would love to hear it straight from the source.
âSay it. Say it.â Hyewon is urging youâdemanding youâas if it were a matter of life or death. Her hands are everywhere, gripping you by the cheek and the throat like her prized possessions, threatening to choke the life out of you.Â
Truthfully, this was coming the moment she stepped through those doors for the first table read. Hyewonâs gravity is inescapable.
âLove youâHyem, pleaseââÂ
Struggling to push back against her hold, you can tell that sheâs taking pleasure in every moment she has you like this: wrapped around her finger, so whipped over her that itâs alarming. Thereâs little use in trying to be coy or subtle. If she wanted you to go down to the afterparty in nothing but your boxers, youâd fold in a heartbeat. Sheâs the kind of girl youâd happily end up in a scandal with, someone youâd throw your career away in exchange for one timeless night, against the advice of everyone who knows better.
She knows this too. Look at the coy grin spreading on her face. A smile perfect for the front cover of any magazine or commercial. Itâs the perfect facade for the attitude hiding beneath.
âI love you Hyem,â you repeat, showing a bit more desperation and sincerity this time. Youâre breathing against her neck, the idea of pressing your lips against her skin a dire need. Itâs unfortunate you canât make it look like an accidentâas is the idea of your bodies sinking down on the bathroom countertop. âFor the longest time, I wanted you, butââ
Only now do you come to the simplest realization: there are no accidents.
Normally, you should feel some shame for being this oblivious. How a girl like Hyewon is giving out all these hints, to the point where she might as well be spreading her legs wide and pointing down at her cunt with a colorful sign. Hell, a thigh is peeking through her dress, pressing on your leg right now. If thereâs one thing youâve learned about working with other actors, itâs that chemistry comes naturallyâit canât be taught.
And your bodies are doing exactly that. The friction between you canât be any more tense.
âThen show me.â She sighs against your ear, pulling on the topmost button of your suit, pushing down the matching coat. Her leg extends around your limb, goading you to pull away, even though leaving the pretty sight right in front of you is the last thing on your mind.Â
You can only breathe. Slow. Hesitant. There's not a lot of hours left, and youâre wasting more by taking your sweet timeâresting your gaze on her pale shoulder, admiring all the little details. In essence, youâre doing the complete opposite of what Hyewon wants. Sheâs showing a little frustration, proving how much better of an actress she is than you. Imagine being in her shoes, beckoning to someone astronomically unaware for months. So much energy and effort could have been saved if she chose to leave you out to dry. If you werenât so preoccupied with thoughts of her, the many ways this little scene can go, youâd be wondering why sheâs this persistent.Â
Maybe youâre just as important of a character in her story too, or youâre both stubborn in your own ways. Perhaps both.
None of that is your concern right now. Youâre cupping Hyewonâs face, kissing her, nibbling down on her creamy skin, reaching up to her lips by the way of her neck, pulling on the strap of her dress little by little. In response, sheâs whispering sweet nothings into your ear, removing your dress shirt one button at a time. It feels like youâre going through the motions, acting under the words of an intimacy coordinator and a director. Slowly but surely, itâs all coming together, untilâ
âStop.âÂ
You pull back, noticing your shirt is nearly undone as you look past her and at the mirror. Both dress straps are halfway down her arms, the fabric a mess, waiting to be swept away.Â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âWhatâs up?âÂ
Hyewon tilts her head at an angle, unsatisfied. Sheâs staring at you intently, taking a moment to analyze you like youâre a problem to solveâwhich you areâbefore coming to a rather alarming conclusion. âYou donât seem like you want me that bad.â
The remark doesnât register in your brain. âWhat do you meanââ
She yanks you forward for a deep kiss, cutting you off. Reciprocating her passion comes naturallyâand so does everything else. The movement of your hands, taking lease of her back, tearing through the fabric of her dress, coming back to her cheeks, until you stop feeling cloth and register more flesh. Feeling her skin becomes your new addiction, something you canât get enough of.Â
Watching her other moviesâfor research purposesâyou knew she was well endowed, even when they were not on full display. Some of her previous gala dresses truly put a spotlight on her cleavage. Part of you thought it was editing trickery, a perfectly taken photo at the right time, or a bra doing the heavy lifting. All three even. But holding them now, with nothing in between, you simply couldnât believe how well theyâve been hidden from you.Â
Her tits fold, go flush, and her nipples stiffen at your touch. They feel so rightâas if they were handmade for you.
âGod, Hyemââ you breathe out, savoring the sensation of her mounds in your clasp, unwilling to let go. Her taut nipples jerk with every run of your palms. If only you could rest your head between them, but your current position wonât allow you.Â
âThey feel so good right?â Hyewon moans in response, shedding your unbuttoned shirt off your body and tossing it to the floor, taking lease of your muscles and back. Her dress bunches up around her waist, practically collapsing when she decides to get up from the sink. Although an expected outcome, youâre both surprised that youâve managed to get each otherâs clothes off.
And youâre only getting started.
Pushing you away, Hyewon meets you at your level. Gravity does the rest. She stands before you in nothing but heels. What a mental image to remember her after tonight. She leaves you frozen and trembling, jaw agape, your eyes in a daze, unable to find a place to settle your fleeting gaze onâuntil she rests her hands around your shoulders. Youâre caught up in your own disbelief to meet her lovely gaze and that rather sweet smile, quite the difference from her bare state.
She lifts up a leg, pushing herself onto you for another passionate kiss. Taking advantage, her legs eventually wrap around your waist, bearing all her weight on your grasp. Despite her surprise attack, sheâs feathery enough to carry around. It certainly helps that sheâs not the heaviest girl youâve lifted before; you have some experienceâmostly unpleasant and usually backbreaking. Still, youâll treat her like some delicate object that crumbles at the slightest touch. Somethingâor someoneâyou canât ruin, or else youâd be ruined too.
You both end up in the living room, deeply engrossed in a fiery passion thatâs too hot for cameras. Lifting her high, your lips find their way to her chest, pressing them in the place where they rightfully belong. Hyewon is stubborn, pushing your head further up to meet your lips in a direct, frantic kiss. Back and forth, you take turns between her tits and her lips, unintentionally slamming her against a wall, eliciting a few yelps out of her.Â
It doesnât bother you both in the slightest. You hold her there, kissing down her abdomen and ribs, coming to the tiny inked part of her figure. The same tattoo thatâs been ingrained in your head since you first saw them.
You mutter the very words against her skin.Â
âIf not now, then when.â
Theyâve never been so relevant till right now. You softly kiss the ink, silently thanking her for saving you from a lifetimeâs worth of regret.
Hyewon winces, throws her head back, moans up to the ceiling. Her nails brush through your hair, then claw at your nape as you remain fixated on her tattooed rib. She deserves to be adored and worshiped.
âLook at me babe,â she murmurs, gently tilting you up, faint at your touch. Against your desires, you follow. âPut me down. You know why Iâm here.â
You oblige without a second thoughtâand youâre both on a level playing field again.
Still, you canât help but kiss her right after. She reciprocates the favor. Youâre a perfect match. Even as youâre making out, youâre thinking of ways to get messy and get the jump on her while sheâs preoccupied.Â
It ends up being your biggest mistake.
Both of you wrestle for control over the other, a scuffle that ends up knocking down a few appliances and tableware. The sound of glass shattering rips through the hotel room floor louder than your collective moans ever will. For someone with a lithe figure, Hyewon proves to be much stronger than you were led to believe. It shows when you try to push her onto another table; you both end up crashing to the floor seconds later.Â
From there, itâs whoever is the first to get up, and you knew it was all over from there.
Hyewon leads you into the sole bedroom, shoving you onto the mattress. Unrelenting, she slams onto you right after, pinning you down with her bare hands. Surprising her with your own strength, you reach for her raven locks through her ironclad grip of your wrists. Your lips continue to crash like waves against rocks, neither of you willing to back down. Thereâs a clear disparity between you: she wants you more.
To further prove her point, she presses her palms down on your chest, sitting over you upright, straddled on your lap. Sheâs never looked better.
Making quick work of your trousers, your cock is freed from its confines, only to be immediately caught up in Hyewonâs hand. Her grip spreads through your groin, turning breathing into an absolute nightmare. The one fear thatâs been haunting your mind these last few months, finally realized.Â
And itâs staring you down with an innocent yet wicked smile.
âYou have no idea how long I wanted this,â she remarks, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine. Arching down, she presses her tongue forward on your throbbing tip. Combined with the pressure sheâs building with her hand, holes puncture through your lungs. And right on command, youâre leaking. Sheâs lapping your cock in circles, slow and agonizing, taking every little drop of precum seeping. You can only tremble beneath her, utterly defenseless. âRemembering when I was tapping your foot with my heel earlier tonight?â
She leaves you in such a dizzying spiral that you canât even look directly at her, let alone formulate a reply. Meanwhile, her eyes remain fixed on you, doe-eyed with innocence, yet her actions are cruel. Breathing proves to be a struggle, let alone returning with a response. âWhat about it?â
âI wanted you to follow me to the bathroom. And I wanted you to fuck me in there.â
Honest to God, that was not the first thought on your mind. If anything, the presence of many proved to be the ideal shield in keeping yourself away from Hyewon. Losing best actor was the greatest blessing in disguise, as it meant you didnât have to look straight into her magnetic eyes during your theoretical speech and make an embarrassment of yourself in front of hundreds in attendance, and millions watching on television.Â
Now that youâre in bed with no way to escape, you can only accept your fate.
âIâm not the best at reading the room,â you comment, sheepishly shaking your head.
âNot surprising, honestly,â she says, rewarding your candor with a kissâon your tip. Then another. More heartwarming than arousing, if anything. âAnyone ever told you that youâre kind of a dork?â
âNot the first time Iâve heard it from a girl,â you say, in an attempt to show some wit, only to be met with a stiff grip on your cock. âAhâfuckââ
A bit more force and Hyewon could break you in half with her mere hand alone. Sheâs cold, calculating, and cruel. Her expression seems apathetic, yet deep down, you can tell sheâs having so much fun toying and teasing you, stealing what little semblance of willpower you have. And to think sheâs this demure, sometimes funny celebrity with a certain image thatâs universally admired by many.Â
Behind that gaze, sheâs thinking of more ways to further ruin you.
âI donât think a dork like you has been with other girls,â she remarks, leaning forward to tease a kiss, only to leave you dry. âBut looking at this cockââ
She stops to admire your shaft once more. Ultimately, she canât help herself. She has to give your tip another ceremonious flick with her parched tongue in appreciation. Two, actually. If she doesnât stop, youâll soon be deep in her throat, and you know sheâs not letting you go. Thankfully, she finally regains sight of what she wants in the first place.
Lifting herself ever so slightly, Hyewon takes a deep breathâthen slowly melts into you.Â
Itâs a car crash you canât look away from. Itâs inevitable, but youâre completely powerless to stop her. You can only groan in agony as your bodies intertwine, creating a union that only she can break. Inch by inch, you helplessly watch as Hyewon slowly takes you into her suffocating heat. The sensation is unlike anything youâve ever felt before: vicious, intense, and painful.Â
It doesnât help that sheâs taking her sweet time, keeping you on edge for what may as well be an eternity, bracing for the certain explosion sheâs going to leave in her wake.Â
âOhâfuckâitâs so perfect,â Hyewon throws her head back, her jaw dropping slow, every word delivered in a near-inaudible sigh. Eventually, she buries herself in you deep to the hiltâand she keens. âThatâthatâs itâthatâs the fucking spotââ
Your hands cling to her waist, your maw similarly agape, breathing tensely as the pleasure slowly courses through your muscles. âGodâyouâre fucking tightââ
She hums in return, satisfied by your response, before losing herself in the sensation of your cock impaling herâand she begins to move.
As you fight the urge to cum right then and there, Hyewon slowly lifts herself off your lap, your cock reappearing with a fresh coat of her drenched pussy, before sinking back down. She rips the breath right from your lungs, while youâre forced to shut your eyes. Anything to keep your brain firing as the pleasure rushing throughout your body sends you into overdrive.Â
Youâre an outlet of ecstasy, a conduit for her to loosen all her pent-up frustration and lust. Her palms grip to your thighs, keeping you in placeâas if youâre in any condition to move anywhere except for her whim. Sheâs crashing into you at a punishing pace as a result of keeping yourself away for so long. And sheâs being open about it too: âWhy did it take us so longâughââ
You can only moan back. Truthfully, youâre wondering the same thing too.Â
As your eyes alternate between wide open and completely shut, you catch glimpses of Hyewon using every inch of you to fill her wanton pussy with cock. When sheâs not cursing or screaming your name, her moans fill your ears with sweet, sultry music. Itâs a sound not of her high class image. Sheâs riding you like itâs life or death, like her heart will stop beating if her cunt isnât being stretched out.
With every bounce, so do her breasts. Up and down, settling into a rhythm, forming a hypnotic motion that your eyes get lost in. Your obsession reaches a point to where the movement of her tits stirs you on, reigniting your tired muscles. You canât lie there and be a helpless viewer any longer.
And so, you meet Hyewon halfway, matching the grind of her hips with your thrust at the apex, setting her alight. This particular stroke. The hot sensation. It utterly shatters her. Her voice cracks. She trembles violently, giving you breathing room to sit upward and lean close to her chest.Â
So while she staggers back, overwhelmed by your cock spearing her cunt, you go down on her succulent breasts, squishing your face between them. Despite having Hyewonâs body all to yourself, the friction between your bodies creates this wracking storm that drives you insane. It isnât enough that youâre feasting on her tits, that her boobs are bouncing so hard itâs downright pornographic, and that sheâs screaming her heart out in response to each stroke. This will be headline news tomorrow. Yet, none of that is your concern. You have to pour everything into her. Itâs now or never.
âFuck yesâoh fuckâfucking take meâfuckââ Hyewonâs riding your cock, forcing all the air out your lungs, rendering you speechless. Doesnât matter, youâre drowning in her slick and her tits, pounding away with twice the effort. Sheâs swearing through her tongue like sheâs a cop in a crime picture, biting down on her lip in a flimsy attempt to restrain herself, but anyone with a good ear nearby could have easily identified her voice through the four walls of this hotel room. Knowing her, itâs intentional. Sheâs determined to put you through a world of trouble, leaving you with no other choice but to shut her up.
And youâre going to do just that.
You end up yanking her by the waist as your bodies repeatedly collide with each other. Each impact the equivalent of a cosmic explosion, the aftermath echoing through the room. The sound of skin slapping skin fills your ears louder than what it seems in the movies. Sex with Hyewon is much, much better than in your fantasies. Hereâs another thing that canât be found on camera: her soft pleas begging you to keep going, interlaced between harsh whines and airy moans that canât be faked.
âGod, Iâm gonna fucking cum, Hyewon.â There you go, your silly side showing at such a serious moment. Everyone knows you donât proclaim your impending climax. Rookie mistake. Youâre not shooting a porno, but you might as well be with how hard youâre fucking her. She canât help but cackle even as you relentlessly pound into her cunt. What should be a moment of weakness immediately gets brushed aside as you hold her when she slams down, and you finally fall apart.
Impaling your cock hilt deep inside Hyewon, youâre digging your palms deep into her soft flesh, unwilling to let go. She rests her head beside yours as you blast her with thick, warm cum. Her prolonged, saccharine-sounding moan is nothing compared to the loaded groan that ripples through the room. The supplication she makes, demanding you to fill her with every little drop goes through deaf ears. Your dick seems to have heard it loud and clear, though. The amount youâre filling her is enough to rip through her body violently too. She follows with her own peak afterwards, hitting a previously unheard octave higher, your bodies finally melting into one.Â
Just like that, sheâs clinging to you like youâre her personal life support, completely drained of all her strength.Â
The ecstasy lasts for a brief moment. The fall off happens too soon for your liking. Like her, youâre sapped of energy and you fall down to earth with Hyewon in your arms. The end comesânot with grandiose drama or spectacle, but by a calm, uneventful stir.
You should be done at this point. Itâs been a long day. Youâve been up as early as sunrise, spent hours behind makeup and measuring tape for a suit you wonât wear more than once. Smiling comes natural, if not downright fake; in front of the cameras, on the red carpet, on screen, and even during the afterparties. Every time you step out in public, thereâs an image, a reputation to uphold. Youâve done this a dozen times in the past few months alone, bearing a lifetimeâs worth of and it never gets more comfortable or easier. Itâs a miracle you havenât cracked or had a public breakdown, even though your mind is calling for it.
And yet, all that labor and agony is worth it for what you have now. The awards, the recognition, the adorationâbut most especially the girl. What are you now, taken out of a story. One that feels all too familiar and done to death, but it never grows old or tired.Â
By all accounts, it should be a happy ending.Â
Except youâre not done. Youâre not satisfied, and so is Hyewon. Even though sheâs settling down in your embrace, resting her head against your heartbeats, mumbling these sweet nothings about how much youâve ruined her and fucked her to shreds, sheâs quietly begging for more. It isnât about keeping a sanctimonious image anymore; itâs about how far youâll push her and use her. Your throbbing cock buried inside her cunt says it too.
If thereâs anything youâve learned about acting, itâs that one take isnât enough.
Like a damsel in distress, you scoop Hyewon into your arms. Through what you might consider a second wind, you carry her into the bathroom again on wobbly legs, stepping into the shower, showing that youâre ready to take your relationship a step further. Youâll hash out the details in the morningâif she hasnât left by then.
The sound of running water serves as background for the airy, lewd noises that quickly fill the shower.Â
Hyewon feels incredibly soft to touch. Pliable in your grasp, like a doll to bend, twist, and use at your whim. Youâre squeezing her flesh, fondling her mounds tightly till youâre seeing red everywhere. Her tits, her shapely ass, and everything in between. Kissing down her body, giving every little part its much needed attention. Youâve fucked her to pieces, yes, but sheâs still housing a divine figure that deserves the same level of praise.Â
With two fingers stroking at her cunt, sheâs keening, her head tilted up to meet the relentless downpour rushing down over your bodies. Her voice is in tatters after an hour of tireless screaming, in addition to all the mindless chatter from earlier tonight. Part of you wishes to have taken up her offer. Something this good shouldnât be kept secret, but youâre more than selfish enough to keep Hyewon all to yourself.Â
Your raging impulse gets the better of you, and you slap her tits from behind. She yelps a cry of pain and pleasure. The recoil and sound activates something in your brain like a sleeper agent. You do it a second time, then a third. You stop counting after, indulging yourself in the satisfying noise of her mounds smacked over and over, every squeal, every strike equally as gratifying as your cock slamming into her pussy. Sheâs clinging to the walls as a respite, her body shuddering vigorously, but you donât give her a moment to breathe. Itâs what she would have wanted: to be used and taken like a ragdoll.
Hyewon screams again when you swing her around, lifting one leg around your waist, and slam your cock inside her. No pleasantries, no talking through the processâonly a desire to fuck. Burying your face against her neck, growling into her skin like a ravenous beast, you hammer away without care for neither your comfort nor hers. Youâre counting the hours, minutes, seconds before she disappears from your life, and youâre gonna make sure that years from now, she remembers this night in particular.
Youâre too engrossed to see her expressions twist in impossible ways that average humans can make. But thatâs the point: Hyewon is no ordinary person. Sheâs one actress, something that can be found in others who are more talented and have more resounding qualities, but more than that, to you, sheâs everything. The clench of her cunt on your cock continues to invigorate you and push you further. With every thrust, she jumps and sends aftershocks coursing through your veins. God, you love how incredibly well she fucking takes it, and the slightest tilt of her lips struggling to form a grin reinforce this. Youâve got nothing else to say, really; you easily lose yourself in your own lust, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
It doesnât take too long before you feel it again. The end. Itâs approaching faster than you can react. You knew it wasnât going to be a drawn out affair, but youâre so desperate to reach that high, no matter how brief it may be. It was too good to pass up, and youâre beyond waiting a second more.
Youâd give everything up for even a single minute longer, but the period of bargaining has long passed you by.
âGonna cum againâfuckââ is all you can muster, your first words after a long while. Her pussy feels so good to form coherent words. Lust has utterly consumed your brain more than anything. The entire time, Hyewonâs mewling, keening in every direction, trying to find purchase on the walls or the shower door, only to fall a few inches short. She ends up coming back to you, hanging on for dear life. Youâve never let up, terrified that sheâll magically disappear into nothing at any second.Â
Acting fast, as if youâve got a ticking bomb in hand, you draw your cock out, coated in a thick sheen of your own cum and hers, pumping yourself with a few strokes of your hand until you finally explode. The shower washes down the milky white blot youâre unloading on her skin, never leaving a permanent mark. It does, however, bring you back to the place that began your undoing.
The tattoo on her rib.Â
Water wipes the cum blocking the view. Despite those same five words occupying your mind for the last few hours, it still hits like a fresh revelation. You hear her voice repeating them inside your head as you come to your senses, your lust being satiatedâfor now. Even when Hyewon is completely broken before you, reduced to a quiet pile of flesh. One hand on the surrounding wall, the other in limbo, her leg still coiled around your waist, forcing oxygen into her tired lungs wherever she can.Â
With the âquickâ shower done, and after hardly any cleaning was made, you carry her back to the bedroom.Â
You donât even make it past the living room before your legs finally give up. You end up crashing onto the floor together before you both finally call it a night.
âââââ
âThis is your fault you know,â says Hyewon, drawing circles on your chest, over your calm heartbeats. âIâm supposed to be in London tomorrow for my table read. And yet Iâm still here. My flight was five hours ago by the way.â
Itâs already high noon when you finally regain consciousness, your head still spinning despite not taking more than one alcoholic drink the night before. Hyewonâs doing marginally better, having woken up 30 minutes earlier. No wonder it feels so hot; her body is snuggled up on you, your limbs tangled. Despite the urgency sheâs speaking about, she doesnât seem to be interested in moving any time soon.
At least youâre awake and sensible enough to fire back. âWhoâs fault is that? I wasnât the one inviting you to come over and have you fucked senseless.â
She chuckles into your skin, little ripples forming where her lips are gently pressed. âAnd I wasnât the one who spent the last 18 months saying weâre just friends.â
Youâre already lying flat on the floor, but the rebuttal only makes you want to get up only to fall back down. So you settle with an expressive sigh.Â
Hyewon laughs. Itâs what won over millions, including you. Youâre taken back to that fateful day you first met. Right then and there, you knew thereâd be no one else like her. If given an opportunity to go back and change a few things here and there or, youâd do it over again, mistakes included. Last night was worth all the waiting and teasing.Â
âSoâabout that show,â you lean up, pushing her closer to your face, âWhat was it again? Something about you being a nymphomaniac? Delete what?â
âYou mean Delete This? Letâs not.âÂ
Mention of the premise alone is enough to set her gummy cheeks on fire. For someone whose career has been built up on mostly more general audience friendly programming, leading a sexual soap opera is quite the jump. Â
She buries her head on your neck, embarrassed, feeling guilty. âYeah. I mean, last night wasâdifferent, you know? Iâve shown my tits and body already, but Iâve never had sexâon screen before.â
You should have known. She needed a reason to get in your pants without your working relationship only centering around your bodies. And those were clearly stand-ins based on how her face is never shown during her older scenes.
âJesus, Hyem. If you wanted to have sex, you could have asked anytime. You have no idea how annoyed I was when they scrapped our scene last minute. It was only you taking off your shirt too.â
âOn the bright side, we didnât have an intimacy director getting in the way, right?â
She does have a point. Still, your personal cold war didnât need to last 18 months before either of you would make the first move.
But with all that tension a thing of the past, the chains are unfettered. Now both of you have the ability to take this little secret in any direction you desire. You could simply be a workplace couple; itâs been the story of your year so far. Or you could take things a step further. The possibilities are truly endless.
Hyewonâs cheeky grin slowly reforms, her hand snaking up to cup your cheek. âShame we only had one night. I could spend the rest of the day here, butââ she huffs, âIâm running late. Too bad I wonât get to have this cock for a long, long time.â
You lift an amused eyebrow, barely able to keep your new cockiness from showing. âWill you, though?â
Sheâs taken completely by surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
âCheck your phone.â
After rising to her feet, Hyewon walks over to the console table where her purse is set. Fishing her phone from the handbag, she scrolls through the apps, her attention diâvided between the screen and you on the floor, finally getting up as well.Â
Her stare then lingers on the phone, as if whatever headline of the day has caught her attention.Â
Next thing you know, sheâs grabbing you by the chest, dragging you back to the bedroom before shoving you back onto the mattressâright where you belong. Pinning you down and dead to rights, Hyewon mounts herself on your lap, your cock pressed against her aching core, ready to receive a fresh beating.
Some jokes can go a little too far.
âYou fucking asshole. You mean thatââ
âYep.â
âAnd itâs notââ
âItâs not.â
You can feel her hips slowly grinding against yours. Youâre gonna loveâand hateâthe next 18 months with Hyewon.
âIâm going to kill you. And I mean: kill you.â
âNo better way to go out.â
âââââ
(A/N: Thank you for the commission! That Hyewon dress is so ripe for material, and I had to incorporate her tattoos into it somehow. She doesn't show them quite oftenâheck, she hasn't publicly addressed them even once, I believe. That little nod at the end is for everyone still waiting for Delete this to return. At this point, a reimagining or remake must happen first before the next actual episode because good God my writing back then versus now is night & day. Even comparing the last update from 2022(?) to today is also radically different in style. I'm still interested in reviving it; it's just a matter of when, not if. Thank you for reading!)
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Room for One More
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield
summary: months ago, chris let his apprentice slip through his fingers when she transferred to the d.s.o. to work with leon kennedy. now the three of them have been sent on a mission together and are forced to share a hotel room.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, threesome, p in v, oral sex (f and m recieving), face-sitting, exhibitionism, age gap (early 20s, late 30s), jealousy, light angst
word count: 9.2k
a/n: had this in my drafts since february let's go. hope you guys like it <3
You and Leon were so fucking annoying.
Irritating, aggravating, infuriating pains in his ass. Thatâs all Chris could think while speeding down the road, his knuckles white from their tight grip on the steering wheel. The three of you were all supposed to be professionals for godâs sake. He shouldnât have to deal with the two of you acting no better than a couple of horny teenagers during a fucking mission.
It was constant. The giggling and gasping, soft whines of âLeon stoppppp.â And he could hear Leonâs stupid fucking smirk when he chuckled and kept doing whatever was causing you to squirm around with him in the back seat. If he had to sit through much more of this, he was pretty sure heâd end up plowing the car into a nearby tree and putting himself out of his misery.
Chris glanced in the rearview mirror. Darkness engulfed the car right now, making it hard to clearly see what his âpartnersâ were up to. All he could really make out was that Leonâs head had been in the crook of your neck but was now tilted upwards to capture you in a kiss. The only thing keeping him sane was the miniscule light in the distance. The small reminder that he wouldnât be stuck in the car with the sounds of saliva swapping forever. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, trying to will himself to just tune the aggravation out. But as the minutes pass by, each wet smack of lips grates on his nerves more and more.
âCan you two cut it out back there? Iâm trying to focus,â he says. His harsh stare remains on the road ahead.
He hears your bodies briefly untangling as his words pierce the bubble you had created for yourselves. Leon is the first to respond.
âOur mistake, Redfield. Didnât know it was such a challenge to go twenty-five miles an hour on an empty road,â he remarks. Again, Chrisâs blood boils as he senses that self-satisfied expression taking over the other manâs features.
Your light slap to Leonâs bicep sounds through the carâs interior. âSorry, Chris. Weâll keep it down,â you apologize.
In contrast to your boyfriend, your tone rings genuine. You sounded almost a little embarrassed by Chris calling out your antics. Your soft voice drifting to his ears actually softens him a tad. He knew the expression you wore now too. How your eyes were fixed on the DSO agent, giving him the glare you used when you wanted to seem firm. In reality, it came off as cute, like an angry kitten. And now Leon got to be the one to grin at you and shake his head, amused by your sweet face. He got to be in the position Chris let slip through his fingers months ago.
***
Youâd been his first. Started out at the BSAA as his rookie. Your first day youâd been so bright-eyed, hopeful and ready to start out your career and face the world. Heâd been reluctant to take on a trainee at first. Itâs a lot of work with a 50/50 shot at reward, but the second he laid eyes on you, he knew the luck of the draw had worked in his favor.
You were the ideal apprentice. A great listener, eager to learn everything you could, and accepting of commands. Every day with you was a breeze. And besides the parts of you suited for your job, you were just generally pleasant to be around. He could joke with you, talk to you about damn near any subject. You were a great partner in the field too. At first, heâd been worried. A cute little thing like you taking on bioterrorists? He struggled to believe that would work out. As soon as he saw you in action though, you left no doubt that heâd been wrong. He became more taken with you upon seeing you act so capable. He realized that he felt a connection with you that heâd been lacking for so much of his life.
Unfortunately for him, he had these pesky things called âmoralsâ that prevented him from pursuing you. Every time he legitimately considered flirting or asking you out, the guilt gnawed at him, filling his mind with words of shame rather than anything that could charm you. No matter how he thought about it, he just couldnât work out any way it would be right. Not only were you his subordinate, his rookie, you were nearly twenty years his junior too. You shouldnât be wasting the prime of your life with some old man, so he cut off any hope of being more than a mentor to you.
About a year after heâd taken you on, the two of you were sent on that mission in Texas. It was simple, standard, routine. You and Chris were simply there to assist local police with the aftermath of a bioterror attack. Both of you were in the transport vehicle on the way to the site, and this was a rare occasion where he was pretty calm. He wasnât tense or anxious, didnât have any other motive than getting in and getting out. He was just enjoying the ride and watching your pretty face soak up the sunlight beaming through the window.
What he hadnât been briefed on was the DSOâs involvement in the case. More specifically, a certain DSO agentâs presence. Apparently heâd been in the area on unrelated business and had been ordered to stop by in case your team needed assistance.
The two of you got out of the car and wandered through the remnants of the event. At first, Chris was happy to see him. Itâd been a while, and he seemed to be in a better place than the last time theyâd met. You seemed happy to see him too despite the fact that youâd never met before. Right then, Chris shouldâve known it was over.
âWhoâs that?â you asked with more interest than he felt was appropriate, leaning closer his muscular frame to keep your tone hushed.
He glanced down at you and raised his eyebrows, initially amused with the way you almost seemed in awe.
âLeon Kennedy. Heâs with the DSO. Probably just here for some backup,â he informed you.
You nodded, and as you padded along behind Chris, your eyes remained locked on the agent in front of you. If he hadnât been wrapped around your finger, it would have been obvious to him that you were developing a little crush. You became so bashful around Leon. Smiling up at him, batting your eyelashes like a cartoon character, following him around the scene like a puppy.
At the time, Chris thought that you were simply intrigued by the prestige of the DSO. Looking back, he couldnât believe how clueless heâd been.
It was only six weeks later that you came to his office to notify him you were transferring agencies.
âWhat do you mean transferring? Iâve been training you to work here. I need you here,â Chris said.
Your eyes had cast down. Your body appeared to shrink in on itself. âI know. The BSAA is important and all, and Iâll always be grateful for what I learned here. Itâs just that Leon saidâŠâ
And those last two words were all Chris heard.
âLeon said? Whatâs he know? He met you one time. Heâs gonna try and tell you that youâre a better fit for the DSO?â he asked, probably coming off more interrogating than concerned, âYouâre perfect for what we do here. The Agency hasnât had someone with your propensity for research and field work in years.â
All his reasons paled in comparison to the hearts you had in your eyes for Leon. Chris ended the day by signing off on your transfer and watching you pack up your desk. You gave him a hug and tearful words of goodbye before walking out the translucent doors of the BSAA building.
The next time he saw you was another two months after that. He had to bring some files over to the DSO building. The only thing he was looking forward to about it was seeing how his rookie was adapting to her new position. He wasnât prepared for the sharp pain in his chest when he saw your new position was on Leonâs lap.
Your eyes had gone wide. You shot up off the other manâs thighs to try and act as if you two were merely two agents and nothing more. Chris wasnât fooled, but he kept his composure even in the face of Leonâs obvious amusement. He had no real place to get mad at you. Itâs not like you were throwing your career away; you still held a respectable position at a federal government agency. You hadnât betrayed him either. The relationship between you and him had actually just been professional. He had no claim on you that could keep Leon away. The only thing Chris had to be angry about was the fact that you were going to spend the prime of your life with some guy over a decade older than you. It just wasnât gonna be him.
***
The collection of lights down the road were getting closer now. You and Leon had settled down enough to make the last fifteen minutes of this trip bearable. Chris glances around the small, misty town the road was leading into. It was pretty desolate and old-fashioned. Everything was tinted orange from the dated street lamps lining the road. Buildings were mostly bricks except for the upcoming motel which looked primarily wooden. It wouldâve been eerie if he wasnât so exhausted.
He pulled into the parking lot of the place and stopped the car. Turning around in his seat to talk to you and Leon, he tries not to roll his eyes at how the younger man has you tucked to his side while you show him something on your phone.
Chris clears his throat. Leonâs eyes meet his, still smug from the earlier exchange. He canât be mad though because you look up at him in earnest, ready to do what needs to be done.
âThe target isnât going to be passing through until tomorrow. How would the two of you feel about staying here for the night?â he asks.
Fortunately, you and Leon seem to want to rest for a while just as much as he does so thereâs no pushback.
Chris steps out of the car into the brisk air. He heads across the way into the small lobby of the motel to grab a room. You and your boyfriend handle getting the small bags you were allowed to take on missions out of the car.
âCold out here, baby,â Leon mumbles as he pulls you flush against his chest and plants some kisses down your neck.
âMhm. And youâre making me shiver more,â you say as you still try to collect the bags.
He chuckles at your little joke and nips at the warm flesh of your throat. âOnce we get in the room, I think Iâll be able to heat you up,â he says.
You giggle and squirm a bit in his hold as Chris comes back to the car. Heâs stone faced, but for once on this trip, it isnât due to you and Leon.
âThey only have one room available,â he says flatly and holds up the small golden key.
Your face drops and Leon lets go of you.
âWhat do you mean they only have one room?â he asks, âLook at this place. It doesnât even look like anyoneâs even accidentally wandered through here in this century. How could they only have one room?â
âThey said the others are closed for renovation,â Chris relays.
âRenovation for what? For the ghosts of people who stayed here the last time this place was actually full?â Leon continues.
âI donât know, man. You wanna go in there and argue with the lady at the desk? Sheâs half deaf and in a great mood, Iâm sure sheâll be open to hearing your concerns,â the older man says sarcastically, beginning to grow frustrated.
Their bickering continues as you glance around at your surroundings. It was cold, it was dark, and it really was starting to creep you out how empty this place was.
You carefully take Leonâs hand and give it a little tug.
âIâm really tired. Can we just deal with it for the night?â you ask him hopefully.
He looks over at you, the petty complaints seeping from his body when he hears your soft voice requesting something so simple.
He sighs and nods. âYeah, sweetheart,â he says and kisses your forehead.
Chris is grateful for your intervention and scoops up the bags so you arenât bothered with them. The three of you walk in line to your room.
The door creaks as your ex-mentor pushes it open. Itâs pitch black inside until Leon reaches over and taps the light switch. Your eyes scan the small room. It wasnât a horrible set up. The furniture was a little vintage to put it nicely, but it didnât feel haunted. Two double beds sat against one wall while a ratty leather chair occupied the opposite corner. Besides that there was a dresser, an old tv that was shaped like a cube, and a small counter with a microwave and mini-fridge. Leon looks around with the same disinterest displayed on your face.
âHey, at least there isnât only one bed,â he jokes and slaps Chrisâs shoulder.
The older man rolls his eyes and tosses his duffel onto the mattress closest to the door. You and your boyfriend follow suit. You tuck your bag neatly against the side of the dresser while he drops it on the floor next to the farther bed.
âIâm gonna take a shower,â Chris tells the both of you as he fishes some fresh clothes and toiletries out of his bag.
He gets two unconcerned nods in response, and thatâs enough for him to head to the bathroom. As heâs shutting the door, he can already hear your giggling starting up again along with the creak of the mattress, presumably from Leon pulling you down onto it.
Turning on the water, he sighs deeply. The faucet was as old as everything else in the room. It whooshed and groaned before starting up and letting out some water. The stream was hot and even, so he guessed he couldn't complain too much. He sheds his clothes and steps in the shower that was too small for him. The confined area didnât act as much as a reprieve for him. His head is about three or four inches too tall for where the showerhead was angled. The slick curtain clings to the part of his bicep that stuck out against it.
It felt like a physical manifestation of how the next twelve hours would feel.
Being in the room next to you and Leon wouldâve been bad enough. Heâd have to hear you two going at it for hours like there was no tomorrow, but at least heâd be alone. He wouldnât have to repress his grimaces or hide his wistful exhales. No one would have to know how shameful he looked when he felt himself getting hard over the way you whined and mewled for the other agent.
Now you two wouldnât be going at it, but heâd have to be in the room clouded by both of your desires to do it. Heâd have to watch the lingering looks and hear the little hitches in your breaths. Heâd see whatever cute little pajamas wore and the way you curled up to Leon beneath the covers. Heâd witness how peaceful your face looked while you slept in another manâs arms.
Heâd honestly just prefer to be forced to listen to the sounds of your headboard banging against the wall all night.
But he pushes those thoughts away to finish up washing himself. His large hands guide the shampoo out of his hair and glide the washcloth over his muscular form. The steam starting to rise helps to calm him a little.
He isnât in there for much longer before he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower to dry off. He wraps a towel around his waist, letting the cloth hang on hips just below his happy trail and v-line. His reflection gazes back at him through the fog on the mirror as he rubs a towel over his head and dries his hair.
In an effort to be considerate, he dresses in the bathroom. Gray sweats cover his lower half while a loose t-shirt adorns his chest. He makes sure everything in the bathroom is back in place before heading back out there, hopefully to just get some sleep and not be bothered by his temporary roommates.
That isnât meant to be though. As soon as he steps back into the main portion of the room, heâs greeted by the sight of Leonâs hand down your shorts and your lips locked together in a flurry of kisses. Heâs frozen in place for a moment, watching how Leonâs knuckles move underneath the fabric between your legs. Though a moment later, he remembers how he should be reacting.
âCome the fuck on,â he says and brings his hand to his face in frustration.
Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up. Leon lazily glances in his direction. Chris looks back at the pair of you, thinking youâd had enough time to readjust. What really enrages him now is that Leonâs hand was still where it was. You have to grab his wrist and pull it away.
âIâm so sorry, Chris,â you apologize without another thought, âWe got distracted and didnât hear the water shut off. Iâm so-â
He doesnât even look at you though. Heâs locked in a stare with the other man in the room.
âGrow the fuck up, Leon,â he says, his tone deadly serious, âIâve had enough of this shit. Youâre acting like a fucking high schooler. Like a dog with a bone.â
You go silent and look down with guilt. He wouldâve felt bad if he wasnât so fed up. To make matters worse, Leon merely rolls his eyes.
âJesus, calm down,â he says, âYouâre acting like you just walked in on a porno or something. Youâve never seen two people making out?â
âLeon, shut up,â you say, keeping your voice hushed as if Chris couldnât hear you from a small distance of ten feet. Your boyfriend doesnât even acknowledge you though.
âThatâs not what itâs about, and you know that. I donât give a shit if the two of you want to make out till your lips are blue. Do it on your own time. I donât wanna have to deal with the two of you slobbering all over each other while Iâm trying to do my job,â he says with a glare.
âThatâs not what this is about either, and you know it,â the younger man retorts.
âLeon, just give it up!â you plead. He shoots you a look though that makes you react like a scolded puppy.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Chris asks incredulously as he crosses his arms.
Your boyfriend almost laughs in his face. He sits up, looking at him with a more pointed gaze. âYou donât care about what Iâm doing. Youâre pissed off because Iâm doing it with her,â he taunts.
Somehow the look on Chrisâs face darkens further.
âAlright, man. Iâm sure thatâs what it is. Itâs not you just being an insecure dickhead like always,â he says, trying to sound dismissive as he walks to his own bed, âYou're more immature than I thought.â
âDonât try to act like itâs bullshit because I know itâs the truth. All the years Iâve known you, all the missions weâve partnered on; this isnât the first time youâve seen me with a girl but youâve never pitched a fit about it before,â Leon says.
Chris shakes his head, not dignifying the accusations with a response, but he wonât give it up.
âAlso, you think Iâm fucking stupid? You think I donât see the way youâre looking at her? Undressing her with your eyes, laser focused every time she bends over? I think if she gave you the go ahead, you wouldnât even hesitate to steal her away from me,â he says.
You notice as they argue that in contrast to the genuine aggravation on Chrisâs face, Leonâs words come from somewhere else. Almost as if heâs enjoying calling him a liar, poking and prodding at the other man to provoke a reaction.
Chris looks directly at him now as if heâs ready to lunge in a momentâs notice.
âShut your mouth. You donât know what youâre talking about,â he says.
âTell me then. Tell me how it is.â
That makes the older man pause. Of course Leon was right, but under no circumstances would he make that apparent.
âShe had a bright future ahead of her, and look what youâve done. Sheâs the best either one of the agencies has had in years, and you keep her in the palm of your hand like sheâs a barbie doll!â he exclaims.
He sees the flicker of hurt on your face and knows he fucked up, but he could apologize later. He continues speaking to try and temporarily rectify his slip up.
âSheâs too good for you, Leon,â he says simply, sighing and sitting down on his bed.
You see genuine emotion flash in your boyfriend's eyes. Chris struck a chord, picking at a very real insecurity Leon held. But he wanted to win this confrontation too, so he wouldnât let that be known. Instead, he beckons you to him with a languid wave of his hand.
âCâmere, baby.â
Chris rolls his eyes, thinking Leon was gonna swoop in to comfort you for the way your feelings had been hurt. You waddle across the mattress on your knees and plop down between his legs, your back against his chest. His hands sweep over your stomach, soothingly caressing your skin.
âShe might be too good for me, but youâre pissed off because sheâs too good for you too,â he says.
âLeon, stop,â you whisper. Tomorrow was going to be awkward enough as is. He didnât need to make it any worse.
Chris glances up at the two of you but looks down again quickly, not wanting to see the way the other manâs hands moved on your body.
âYou think Iâm the bad guy. That Iâm corrupting your innocent little rookie,â Leon mocks, âBut tell me you wouldnât take my place if you could.â
âI wouldnât,â he mumbles instantaneously.
âLook me in the eyes and tell me. Tell me that if she was actually interested in you, that you wouldnât have taken her in your arms as fast as you could. When she was prancing around the BSAA, looking up at you with stars in her eyes, tell me you didnât want her,â your boyfriend challenges.
Chris looks up at the both of you. His expression is hard to read. Itâs some mixture of hurt and relief that youâre unfamiliar with.
âI didnât,â he maintains.
Leonâs hand continues trailing on your tummy up and down. His fingers coast in between your breasts, causing you to shiver, but everyoneâs so wrapped up in the conflict that you choose not to say anything.
âThatâs a shame because Iâm pretty sure your little rookie had a crush on you,â he says quietly.
âDonât joke around like that Leon,â Chris scoffs at the same time as your eyes widen and you start to tell your boyfriend to be quiet.
âShh shh shh,â he hushes you and places a small kiss on your temple, âYouâre giving yourself away, sweetheart.â
You look down and the man across from you just looks confused. Leon smirks at the both of you before resuming.
âCâmon man. Donât tell me you couldnât see it. Sheâs a terrible liar, and I think she had it pretty bad for you. I just came along and pulled her attention elsewhere,â he says, teasing you while redirecting his words to Chris.
Your face was heating up fast as Leon aired out a confession youâd made to him on a night after too many drinks. Chris slowly returned his gaze back to the two of you. Instead of bothering with Leon, he looked into your eyes this time.
âIs that true?â he asks.
Every limb on your body feels frozen up, but you manage to force your head into nodding. You hear Leon chuckle from behind you, which only intensifies how awkward you feel.
âI liked you at first when I first started working at the BSAA. For the first few months,â you begin to explain. Itâs not like anything you said would help the situation at all, but it still felt like you were supposed to offer something.
He continues staring at you, and you honestly canât tell whatâs running through his mind. All you can think is that he looks like heâs in pain. Meanwhile, your boyfriendâs hands caress over your skin in a pattern theyâd developed.
âYou were just so nice and understanding with me-â you start. But youâre cut off by your sharp gasp when Leonâs hand slides under the waistband of your bottoms and into your panties.
âLeon!â you whimper as fast as his fingers find your clit. You grab his wrist and try to pull it away like youâd done earlier, but when he didnât want to be interrupted, he wouldnât be. It wasnât like you tried too hard anyways. You were still a little pent up from earlier, craving the pleasure that had been cut short.
âNo, go on, sweetheart. Keep telling Chris how much you liked him. I know he wants to hear it,â he says lowly while his fingers toy with you.
âLeon,â Chris says firmly, trying to stand up for you. But fuck, if he didnât want to keep watching your breath hitch and your hips squirm. Or your face getting pouty whenever his fingers stroked a certain way.
âChris,â he says back, âDonât act like you donât wanna see. This might be your only chance.â
He smirks and kisses your temple again, rotating the pad of his middle finger over your clit. The motions draw little whines from you, and your eyes flutter. You keep them on Chris, looking into his own as you sink back into Leonâs chest.
âGo ahead, honey. Continue your story,â Leon prompts.
âYou were so sweet- mm- and you taught me a lot and- ah- I donât know it was just a little crush,â you say timidly.
Chris watches you. He doesnât move at all for fear of bringing attention to how fast his cock has hardened.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he breathes.
âCause you were my boss,â you say, âI- Leon fuck- I didnât wanna put you in a bad position.â
His chest feels like itâs turned to stone as he takes in these revelations. Itâs hard not to let the regret take over. The realization that heâd been much closer to everything heâd wanted threatened to consume him if he dwelled on it. That on top of the fact that he was hearing all this while you whimpered another manâs name between your words had his mind scrambled.
âIt wouldnât have put me in a bad position, sweetheart,â he says, attempting to sound normal about the situation.
Your lips curve further down, as if you feel guilty for the mess of emotions building inside him. Behind you, Leonâs mouth makes the opposite expression.
âWhat happened to not wanting her, Redfield?â he teases.
âShut up,â Chris says. Even if he wasnât the one pleasuring you, this was a moment for you and him.
His eyes are locked on you, trying to drink in everything about the vision of beauty in front of him. Leonâs warning that this could be the only time he gets to see it echoes in his mind. He doesnât know how heâll survive if this is the only time. He doesnât think he could ever get enough of this. The way your lashes flutter and your eyes look dreamy. How your soft thighs tremble while spread open. The little movements of your hips rocking your ass back and forth against the man behind you.
Why couldnât that man be him?
It was the most blissful form of torture heâd experienced. He tried to tell himself that even if he just got to watch you cum, itâd be worth it. Itâd be better to share this unforgettable sliver of time with you than to have nothing special at all.
He tries to refocus himself back on enjoying the view of your shorts sliding off your legs rather than mourn the relationship heâd lost out on. It was just nearly impossible to avoid envisioning himself and the other man swapped. He had imagined you in his lap like that for months before you even knew the name Leon Kennedy.
Chrisâs mind is actually drawn back to the action in front of him once Leonâs got your shorts off, and your panties are fully exposed. The crotch is soaked through. He can see the way the fabric sticks to your center, only peeling away to make space for the nimble fingers working beneath it.
âLeonâŠâ you mewl and tilt your head back against his shoulder.
âI know, princess,â he murmurs, âYouâre doing such a good job showing off for Chris. Iâm proud of you. Youâre really making it worth his while.â
âThank you,â you whimper.
Leon grins at your display of submission and rewards you with a gentle pinch to your clit. You yelp, and Chrisâs cock jerks inside his pants. His bulge is completely visible to everyone in the room by now, no way of sitting could hide that. Despite his arousal, he still had questions.
âAm I the reason you left?â he decides to ask you.
He watches you snap out of the throes of lust and look at him. You hesitate before answering.
âNo,â you say softly, âI left to be with Leon.â
It feels like a dagger straight to his heart. He watches any chance of salvaging you as his own die before his very eyes, those words acting as the nails in the coffin. It shows on his face too because he can see the guilt replacing the desire in your eyes. Even Leonâs face flashes with some sympathy. He tilts his head towards you again and nips at the shell of your ear.
âI think you might have hurt Chrisâs feelings, baby,â he chides lovingly. His hand then leaves your panties and goes with his other one to your waist. Boosting you to your feet, he looks up at you and taps your ass. âMaybe you should help him feel better. Show him some of what I taught you.â
Thereâs only a brief pause on your part. You stand between the two beds, between the two men, looking back and forth. You werenât against the idea at all, it just didnât seem real. You never imagined this happening in your wildest dreams.
You drop to your knees and approach Chris from the ground, positioning yourself between his legs and looking up at him.
âYou donât have to,â he says, his tone quiet and genuine.
You reach up, sliding your hand up his thigh to palm at his bulge.
âI know,â you respond.
In the simplest of terms, you were still very much attracted to Chris. Your relationship with Leon had extinguished the torch you carried for him down to a small flame, but on a physical and instinctual level, you still wanted him bad. Especially having not cum yet after being teased twice. Your fingers unzip his pants and begin pulling them down, eager to get his cock out.
In a way, you were pretty sure you loved him. Not in the way you love Leon. You knew that. You didnât dream of love and marriage and the baby carriage with Chris. But for so long, heâd been your safe space. Amongst the violence and horrors in the world of Bioterrorism, your mentor had always been there for you to hold your hand.
You yank his pants down to his ankles, and his dick flops out against his thigh. Your eyes widen slightly. It made sense for it to be big just like everything else on him was, but the sight had you drooling. It was thick and long, from one look you could only imagine how it would stretch you out.
Your fingers wrap around the length, feeling its warmth. The veins that sprawl across it pulse with desire for you. He moans quietly with only one stroke. Your hand pumps up and down tentatively as you spit down onto it for some lubrication.
No one in the room is in the mood to be teased tonight, so you lean in and flick your tongue against the tip. Another groan bubbles from Chrisâs lips and you can feel Leonâs lecherous gaze on you the entire time. You lap at the head some more and keep working your fist up and down.
Youâre either very talented or Chris is very needy for you, because it only takes a handful of gentle licks before precum beads at the top. His eyes are blown out and locked on you as you suckle the swollen tip between your lips and bob your head. Your mouth is the perfect combination of warm and wet and soft. You cup his balls and give them a gentle massage while working your magic.
He reaches down and pets your head as you work. His head snaps up when he hears the other man speak to him.
âHowâs it feel? As good as you imagined?â he asks.
âBetter,â Chris moans.
His breaths enter and exit his lungs in deep puffs. This truly was better than he couldâve imagined. Everything about you was beyond the capabilities of human imagination. Your gags were so soft and tender. They were precious despite their inherent lewd nature. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, maintaining eye contact most of the time. That was something heâd taught you. Your first days of work you were always looking down at your shoes or right through him at the wall. Heâd been the one to tell you eye contact was important. It was the most baseline form of connection.
You take your mouth off Chrisâs shaft with a small pop. A string of saliva dangles between you and his cock, but you quickly destroy it when your lips smoosh against the flushed skin. You kiss the tip over and over, savoring the taste of precum it brings.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, not caring if he heard or not.
But he does, and his gaze softens. âYou donât have anything to be sorry for, rookie,â he says back.
Leon decides not to interrupt the exchange or tease Chris about the old nickname for you. He had no genuine ill will toward the other man. That plus his own cock was rising to attention, and he was more interested in palming it through his jeans.
âYou're such a good girl. You donât need to apologize for anything,â Chris continues to coo at you as you take his length back into your mouth.
His eyes crinkle as they shut. He doesnât want to cum yet just in case there was the chance for anything more. Youâre too taken with servicing him to notice that you should maybe slow down. Lucky for the both of you, Leon intervenes.
âAh ah, baby. Donât take Chris out of the fun too quick,â he tuts, reaching forward to guide your head back.
You pull off obediently and lean back onto your knees. Chris sighs at the reprieve but nearly blows his load when his eyes refocus on you gazing up at him with spit and precum on your lips.
âI think Chris needs a break, angel. You know how good that mouth of yours is,â he says and pets your head before looking up to the older man, âYou want a little taste of her while you cool off?â
Itâs like time slows to a halt in the world of Chris Redfield. The heavens part and the words he just heard are the gateway to paradise. He stares at Leon, almost in the same disbelief you had been in minutes ago.
âYouâre cool with that?â he says, trying to seem casual.
âI wouldnât have offered if I wasnât,â he says and shrugs, âPlus, I think your rookie deserves a treat for her performance.â
âOf course she does. Sheâs probably feeling pretty needy by now too,â Chris says in return, beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation at hand.
âIâll even let you pick, man. You want her spread out on the bed or riding your face?â he asks.
You look between the both of them as they speak before stopping on Chris as he makes the decision.
âRiding my face. Want her to smother me,â the older man says as he looks down at you with his familiar smile.
Leon glances down at you too. âYou heard him, baby,â he says.
You return to your feet and approach the bed closer to the window. Chris discards his pants completely and removes his shirt before lying back. He pats his chest, signaling for you to climb up. As you move closer, so does your boyfriend. He rounds the bed and sits on the other side of the mattress to watch the pair of you.
You crawl over Chrisâs muscular body, looking down at him for a moment when your faces are level. You then scoot up more so youâre basically sitting on his chest. You werenât shy about sitting on someoneâs face necessarily. Youâd done it for Leon about a dozen times before, but Chris was new and you didnât know how he liked to do it. From the way he guided your hips higher up though, you could already tell he was a little more gentle than your boyfriend.
He pulls you up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Then he takes a few moments to just admire it. It was cute just like every other part of you. One of his fingers drags over your flesh and pulls on the puffy folds, showing off your pretty little clit and slick entrance.
âDonât hold back for me, rookie. I want to taste all of you,â he says as he looks up at you.
You return his look and nod before he pulls you lower by your hips onto his face. A squeak flies from your lips when his tongue makes contact with your cunt. Leon chuckles as he watches the two of you with lustful eyes. Heâs working on undressing himself now.
Chrisâs tongue takes a long swipe from the bottom to the top of your pussy, taking in as much of you as he can. Right now youâre all he can smell. Every breath brings him more of you. Your taste overwhelms him too. Itâs the way he wants to live. You whine as his lips engulf your clit to suck on.
âAlready making such pretty noises,â Leon teases, âIs Chris doing it how you like, sweet girl?â
You nod, your eyes connecting with those of your boyfriendâs for a moment. He kneels on the bed to be closer to you. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek.
âGood. You deserve it, baby. Just look at you. So precious. No wonder heâs crazy about you too,â Leon murmurs as he leans in and kisses you deeply.
His lips move with yours as you moan into his mouth. You begin rocking your hips back and forth on Chrisâs face to get more of the stimulation heâs providing you with. His tongue flattens over your cunt and presses against it in stripes, making broad strokes that spark euphoria in your belly each time. His hands lock onto your hips to keep you still enough that youâre not interrupting his devouring of you.
The constant pleasure to your core makes you lightheaded. You would be swaying if not for the two menâs combined efforts to keep you up right. Your kisses become sloppier, and to alleviate it, Leon ducks down to kiss your neck instead. He peppers your skin with hickeys, his possessive nature shining through a bit.
âMy pretty girl, doing so good for us right now. Taking it like a pro,â he whispers teasingly as his hands cup your breasts and give them a tender squeeze.
His lips travel down to where his hands are. He plants a few kisses on the swell of your chest. The sight of your nipples perking up for him would never get old.
âSweet baby, everything about you is perfect. Donât know how Chris resisted and never got a taste,â he says as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.
Your head falls back and you shudder. Two mouths on you, both licking and sucking in harmony. It made you moan loud enough that you wouldâve certainly got a noise complaint if any of the other rooms were occupied.
âIs that for me or Chris, babydoll?â Leon asks and smirks up at you.
âBoth,â you whimper, âBoth of you are making me feel so good.â
âNot picking favorites, hm?â he goads you further.
âCanât think enough to pick one right now,â you say simply before another whine leaves you. You didnât want any more drama. At least not before you came.
âOh, is your head getting all foggy, baby?â he coos.
âMhm,â you whimper and nod.
On your lower half, Chris keeps his mouth firmly attached to your pussy. Heâs pretty sure you already have him addicted, and you havenât even cum yet. Heâs licking with all the dedication in the world as if this task was his lifeâs purpose, the action he was put on this very earth to complete.
âTastes so fucking good,â he grunts into you as he continues open mouth kissing your cunt, âPrettiest little pussy Iâve ever seen.â
Leon smiles at the compliment, almost as if it was partially intended for him by virtue of being your boyfriend.
âSheâs loving you, Chris. Youâve got her brain melting out her ears,â Leon purrs while rubbing your back soothingly, steadying you from the tremors that rack your body, âPretty babyâs probably gonna cum all over your face soon.
When he hears that, the man below you pulls your hips down even harder and locks you onto his mouth. He works even harder to please you, relishing in the way your noises grow louder and more strained.
You give Leon puppy eyes as your hand darts out for his. Your fingers squeeze his palm so tight, heâs sure there will be little red crescents on the skin when you let go.
âWhat is it, sweetheart? You need to hold my hand?â he croons. He gently squeezes your hand back and moves his face to your neck to press a few more kisses there. âIâve got you, baby. You cum whenever you want, Iâm not gonna let go. Show Chris how pretty you are when you cum.â
Your teeth dig into your lip and your hips quiver violently.
âFuck Leon- I just- I- Chris,â you stutter out. Your brain rushes to latch onto something, but it canât seem to get a lock on anything.
âDonât gotta say anything, angel. Just cum all over my face,â Chris commands from between your thighs.
âYou heard him, baby. No thinking. Just let yourself feel good. Thatâs what we both wanna see,â he whispers and brings your hand to his lips.
Your lips part to say something, but you decide to just listen. You grind your hips down against Chrisâs mouth, gasping as the euphoria paramounts within you. Your hips roll even faster as you feel release within your grasp. Youâre closing in on it when you shriek and nearly double over with the shattering feeling of your peak.
âThere we go, thatâs it,â Leon chuckles softly, âShow him what I get to see every night. My favorite sight in the whole world.â
Your body moves as if itâs possessed when you cum. Your back arches into a curve with supernatural speed. Your eyes are screwed shut while your mouth is wide open. The younger man next to you grins while the older man below you continues to make out with your pussy, lapping up every drop of you that he could.
When you start to come down, he lets up, knowing Leon had more in store from you. He lets your hips go, and you basically topple over onto the mattress. You inhale and exhale deeply as the cool motel sheets rest against your cheek.
Chrisâs eyes are hooded from lust, the effects of the most erotic experience in his life lingering. His cock is fully hard, standing up and aching for more of your touch. Yet in a way heâs satisfied, having just made you cum, tasted the sweetest part of you, and heard your most vulnerable sounds.
Leonâs undressed on the bed, the only one of the three of you whose mind didnât feel hazy with clouds of desire. He tugs on his stiff cock a few times as he decides what to do. His eyes flit between your crumpled up form and the other man lying on his back.
âChris, you wanna hold her for a little bit? Have her sit in your lap?â he asks.
The older man almost felt pathetic at how eager he was to play along and say yes. Almost. Because he still does that. He nods and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.
The next move is getting you up. Your boyfriend guides you to where Chris is, and he then helps you into his lap. Your mind was coming back to normal, and you were looking up at Leon with adoration while you melted against Chrisâs broad chest. You nuzzle it gently, feeling its warmth and plush quality. His thick arms encase you, making sure you feel secure.
Leon pulls you on your hips to get you a bit lower where he has easier access.
âIâm not gonna let you fuck her this time. I wanna show you how itâs done first,â Leon teases as he slots himself between your legs.
In any other instance, this wouldâve pissed Chris off. Everything about it wouldâve left him disappointed and annoyed. But now any negative emotion is overshadowed by two words.
This time.
Because this time implies there will be a next time. And maybe even a time after next time. Another time for him to feel his cock inside you. Another time for him to make you cum on his fingers or watch you ride him. Some of his hopes spring back to life.
Internally, his heart is soaring. He kisses your hairline carefully as Leon slides his tip between your folds that are sticky with arousal. He teases himself with the feeling only a few times before nudging the tip inside.
Your head falls back against Chrisâs chest and you moan. He kisses your temple and caresses your sides as if you need to be soothed. As if this isnât the dick youâve been taking nightly for the last few months.
Chrisâs own length is rock solid against your back. Every small change in your facial expression or rise in pitch of your voice sends blood rushing to it, the threat of cumming untouched ever present.
Leon steadily pushes in until heâs buried all the way inside and youâre nice and filled to the hilt.
âSo fucking tight. You gotta feel it, Chris. You thought she tasted good? Just wait till you feel her,â he grunts.
âI bet. I could tell from how cute her pussy was. She was clenching around nothing the whole time. Iâm sure she loves to squeeze down anytime sheâs got a cock in her,â Chris whispers
More hope was rising in him that this wouldnât be a one night only thing, and it took all his strength not to smile like an idiot. His knuckles move down your cheek lovingly as he speaks to you and holds you while Leon thrusts. Your body rocks gently with the momentum, pushing you against Chrisâs cock each time.
âShe does love to get all tight. Just wants to suck me in so I can never leave,â Leon says and holds your thighs to start thrusting harder.
âSuch a needy girl. I shouldâve known, rookie,â Chris murmurs to you.
âIt just feels so good,â you whine, âItâs not my fault.â
âOh I know itâs not, precious,â Leon mocks, âYour head is always full of nothing but air when Iâm around. It probably just gets worse with Chris here.â
You whine in protest and squirm a little, unknowingly grinding your ass on Chrisâs cock and coaxing a moan from him. Leonâs dick hits deeper too, bringing you heightened pleasure.
âYouâre not an airhead, baby. Youâre a sweet girl. My rookie. You just wanna feel good, hm?â Chris says teasingly.
You nod along, and from the look on his face, Leon is amused, pleased with the dynamic Chris opened up.
âNo one said she isnât sweet. Just that she goes a little dumb as soon as sheâs got my dick in her,â he teases.
He sighs and his eyes roll back for a moment as you clamp around you. He keeps rocking in and out, enjoying the wet sounds coming from each one of his movements. He also canât get enough of your mewls or the way you're clutching one of Chrisâs forearms right now.
âMaybe heâs right about that. You just work so hard all the time. You need something that can calm you down,â Chris says and squeezes his arms around you, âYouâre still so precious.â
You look up at Chris with lovey dovey eyes, remembering why youâd been so enamored with him in the first place. He talked to you like you were the sweetest thing to walk this earth and made you believe it. He made you feel cared for in a way that was indescribable. Pure feeling.
âYeah you are,â Leon grunts, âAnd you can go as dumb as you want right now, baby. Weâre both here taking care of you. Iâm sure Chris loves holding you while all you can do is whine for more.â
âThatâs right. I love seeing you like this, knowing youâre taken care of,â he whispers, âAnd you know Iâve always got you. Iâll never let my rookie go.â
All the words are overwhelming. You pant and writhe more in Chrisâs grasp.
âYou getting close again, babydoll?â Leon asks, knowing your tells.
You whimper and nod quickly.
âGood. I am too,â he grunts.
He starts working himself into you harder. The momentum from each snap of his hips keeps you rubbing against Chrisâs shaft and working him closer to the edge as well. All three of you are panting, muscles tensing up in some way as the end approaches.Â
You stare into Leonâs eyes for a moment before rotating your head and looking up at Chris. Both sets of eyes are fixated on you. The overflow of attention is the final strike your body needs to start convulsing with release. The older manâs arms tighten around you, keeping you close as your skin heats up and your noises grow whinier. Your boyfriend keeps a steel grip on your hips, his fingers stroking back and forth.
âThatâs my girl,â Leon grunts, âLet it out, baby.â
He moans and lets his head fall back as he feels himself hurtling towards the finish line.
âMy rookie. Just perfect, honey,â Chris whispers, âIâm so proud of you.â
The words nearly triple your pleasure and you continue to ride out the high as Leon finally cums and shoots it inside you. He nearly growls as he pounds into you, completely emptying himself. All the rutting is enough for Chris to cum too. He spurts his hot seed against the small of your back, holding onto you with all he has as his hips jerk upwards and he imagines itâs him buried inside you.
Leonâs the first to get his bearings back. He pulls out slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of emptiness. He then rolls to the side of you and Chris, watching the final moments with the other man. You lie on his chest with your eyes drooping, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. His hand lazily runs down your side. He savors your warmth on his chest. Almost subconsciously, it feels like you really are his in this moment.
That is until you regain your composure and sit up. You hop up for a moment to clean off the mess on your back. He knew youâd have to, but the sight still makes Chrisâs heart ache.Â
As you return to the bed, you give your boyfriend a dizzy smile and crawl over to curl up at his side. He rubs your back and pecks your forehead. For the two of you, itâs like a regular night. Chris isnât sure where he fits in this anymore. Should he just move to the bed you two had claimed earlier? Should he make the two of you get up?
Heâs running through solutions in his mind when your hand comes out and grabs his wrist. Youâre looking up at him with some sort of longing in your eyes.
âStay with us,â you say.
It was softer than he ever heard from you, different from when you introduced yourself on your first day of work or made a mistake on a mission. It was a new kind of shyness that just made him want more from you. He stares at you and contemplates the idea. Leon raises his eyebrows and gives him a look, giving him the silent ok he needed to slowly lower himself to the mattress.Â
He shuts off the light first, leaving the motel room in darkness except for the glow of the yellow street lamps shining through the window. His head hits the pillow, and he drapes an arm over you. Youâre still leaning into Leon for the most part which he makes no move to interfere with.
The three of you donât say anything for the rest of the night. Silence permeates the atmosphere of your shared space. The events of the last hour run through each of your minds in different ways. The mission had taken a back seat for now. It could return to prominence tomorrow once the mental dust had settled.
Leonâs eyes flutter shut first, and his deep, even breaths of sleep follow. Youâre barely awake with your cheek squished against his pectoral muscle. Chris watches you, the outline of your face illuminated from the faint light outside. He wonders if this really will be the only time with you. If his taste of heaven will remain that, a sample of what he could have had. He chooses to not believe that and drive himself crazy.
He shuts his eyes too and brings his face to nestle against the crook of your neck. His breath hits your neck when he sighs. In the abyss that is the motel room, he feels your hands come up to rest on his arm.
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 25 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Career Day arrives, and you definitely have the coolest collection of adults visiting your classroom. Bradley orchestrates a surprise, hoping you don't realize it's just a cover for something even bigger.
Warnings: fluff, adult language, 18+
Length: 4200 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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You were up before your alarm, too excited to stay in bed for a minute longer. When you tried to roll away from Bradley, his knee dug into your butt, and you groaned.
"Morning, Gorgeous," he grunted, arm wrapping around you like a boa constrictor until you were snug up against him again.
"Bradley," you whined, trying to squirm away. "I'm sore from being spanked."
You could hear his soft rumble of laughter as he released you, and you dragged yourself out of the other side of the bed. You weren't sure how you were going to make it through the day like this. You didn't even know if you'd be able to sit down. Still, you couldn't stop the smile that bloomed across your face, and soon Bradley was wearing one to match.
"Maybe we should have saved that for tonight," you whispered, gingerly rubbing your butt as you pulled your most capable looking dress from the closet you now shared with Bradley.
"We can revisit that activity tonight if you'd like." Just when you were about to argue there was no way that was going to happen again just yet, he let his hand slip down to the right side of your butt which went untouched last night. He gave you a little squeeze and whispered, "I'll get breakfast ready. I want you one hundred percent ready to go for Career Day, Baby."
The way he strutted around the house naked was highly distracting, but you had so much to do. You wanted to make sure your hair and makeup were perfect, and you wanted to get to your classroom early. So you got started, and at some point when you were in the bathroom, Bradley must have put his flight suit on. He was wearing it when he knocked on the door, and you told him to come in while you rooted around under the sink, trying to find the lotion you wanted to use.
"What are you doing?" he asked, panic lacing his voice as you glanced up at him.
"Looking for my lotion. The stuff in the blue bottle." You turned back to your task, and a second later, Bradley was in front of you, snatching up the exact thing you were looking for.
"This it?" he asked anxiously, nudging the cabinet closed with his knee as he handed it to you.
"Thanks," you muttered, wondering why he was acting strange as you smoothed the lotion all over your hands and arms.
"Let's eat breakfast before you're late for your big day."
You wanted to argue that it was his big day, too. He could do anything for his presentation, and your kids would eat it up. But for you, Career Day was always a chance for the fourth grade teachers to show off who they were able to get in their classroom. Who had the coolest adults. It was ridiculous, but you were still excited about it.
Bradley's idea of breakfast was an enormous bowl of cereal, toast, muffins and a banana. "I don't have time to finish all of this!"
"I'll eat whatever you don't eat," he promised. And he did. You watched him inhale the rest of the food as you double checked that you had everything in your bag, and then the two of you went out to his Bronco with travel mugs of coffee.
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Bradley was nervous about today. He couldn't pinpoint one reason why, because there were several. First of all, he'd spent so much time in your classroom already, maybe it wasn't the best idea to have him scheduled for last out of all the Career Day participants. The kids were bound to find him stale at some point, and Marty had just scratched the surface of his many talents. He didn't want it to be his fault if things ended on a low note for you today.
Second, he was already hoping and praying that Natasha was going to be able to distract you the way that he wanted. He needed a little bit of help from your students to make this extra special.Â
And third, just because he thought his mom's retro ring from the early 1980s was cool didn't mean you would. But that was really the least of his concerns. He wanted you to have it if you agreed to marry him, but he'd buy you something else if you so desired.
"You're so quiet," you mused softly, and Bradley almost forgot he was holding your hand while he drove. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said before clearing his throat. "Just going over what I want to talk to your kids about."
"What are you going to talk about today?"
He smiled and tilted the sun visor a little bit more. "Remember that video I posted on YouTube before I left in December? When I said there would be a quiz? I'm going to quiz them on everything they've learned with me. Stuff from the video and their field trip. Things I talked about in my letters. I'm going to try to stump them."
"I don't think you'll be able to," you said, lacing your fingers with his. "They hang on your every word. Just like I do."
Oh, he wanted you to have an engagement ring on that hand in the worst way. His life had changed so much since your first letter, but he knew pretty early on that he had feelings for you. And he knew as soon as the first date that he would end up here, completely in love with you.
When he pulled into your school parking lot, Bradley drove past all of the empty spots to drop you off at the front doors. "Aren't you coming with me?" you asked him, but he shook his head.
"I don't want to be a distraction for your morning routine. I'll wait out here for Nat and Marty and come inside with everyone else at nine."
"Okay," you replied, but you were looking straight ahead now. "I'm a little nervous."
"Why?" He shifted into park and reached for you.
You sighed against him. "It's ridiculous, but I want my guests to be the coolest ones. The other fourth grade teachers all rolled their eyes at me for even writing to an aviator in the first place."
"Joke's on them. You can't even get rid of me now," Bradley murmured, making you laugh. "You've got Nat and Marty. And one of your kids'Â parents owns a pizza shop. You're golden, Baby. Coolest fourth grade teacher ever."
You kind of rolled your eyes at him, but you smiled and kissed him before you climbed out. "I'll see you inside."
Bradley had a while to wait for Nat and Marty to arrive, and he considered running to Starbucks for his newest addiction. Instead he grabbed the bag that was tucked underneath his seat and started to sort through all the notes inside. It was a sizable collection now. All of the letters you and your students wrote to him made a stack a few inches thick. Some of the pages were creased and worn, but they would work perfectly for what he had planned.
When Nat tapped on his window, he jolted, sending pages flying.
"Why are you so jumpy?" she asked, opening his door.
"Jesus, Nat. I already told you I was anxious about this!"
She huffed out a breath. "And I already told you that you could put in literally no effort at all, and she would say yes. You could hand her a ring and grunt, 'Marriage?' and she would start planning a wedding."
Bradley laughed as he organized the pages again. "I want it to be special. Butterflies and all that shit. She makes me feel incredible."
His best friend leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her flight suit, and asked, "You still want Marty and I to help with your distraction scheme?"
"I need you to."
"You got it."
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Your students were on their best behavior. The guests were all excited to be there. Bradley kept smiling at you. Your rear end was still sore, but it turns out there was no reason to be nervous at all. Even the music teacher and school librarian decided to hang out in your classroom for part of the day, because your kids talked it up so much.
Nia's mom, a pediatrician, gave a presentation about keeping your body healthy. Oliver's dad talked about designing skyscrapers and then let the kids build with Lego blocks. Now you were listening to Natasha talk about the challenges of landing a fighter jet on an aircraft carrier, and even the parents were enthralled.
"What do you think would happen if I flew in too low?" she asked, pointing at Jackie who had her hand up.
"You could like miss the deck?"
"Absolutely," Nat replied. "And what if I came in from too high?"
Jayden's hand shot up this time. "You could crash!"
"I could indeed," Nat answered seriously. Five more hands shot up in the air as she talked about velocity, and Marty, who was standing next to you at the back of the room, leaned in closer to you.
"Why are you making me go after Lieutenant Trace?" he whispered as she engaged with the kids.
You smiled at the older man in his khaki shirt and dark pants. "You can hold your own, Marty. Trust me." You knew for a fact he arrived with two tool boxes and some engine parts you couldn't even identify. You were already excited for what that meant. He would be just fine.
Suddenly the room erupted in applause as Natasha finished up, and you made your way up to the front of the classroom. "Thank you so much, Lieutenant Trace. Next we will hear from our favorite mechanic whom we met on our field trip to North Island. Marty needs a few minutes to set up, so in the meantime, Nia's mom is going to share some healthy snacks that we can enjoy."
You were going to go stand with Bradley while your classroom dissolved into the soft hum of conversation, but Nat cornered you first. "I just got a text from Maverick about something so exciting, but I need to run it past you first. Can we talk in the hallway?"
"Uh, sure."Â
You looked around the room before deciding on asking Ms. Masters the librarian to help you out. "Would you mind monitoring things for a couple minutes?"
"I'll take care of it," she promised with a nod, and you knew everyone was in good hands as you slipped out into the hallway with your boyfriend's best friend.
"How would you feel about a flyover today?"Â
You stared at Natasha, blinking silently at her words. "AÂ flyover?"
"Yeah," she replied casually.
"Like over the school?"
"Mmhmm," she hummed, buffing her nails on her flight suit.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Yes."
You felt like she was being kind of purposely slow to give details as your mind swirled. "You're talking actual Naval aircrafts?"
"Of course," she said with a grin. "I mean, once again, it would be Hangman and Coyote flying them, but even those two can handle holding a simple formation."
Now you were really excited. "How is this actually happening?" you whispered.
"Bradley and I asked Mav about it the other day," she said with a shrug. "Any chance we can walk out to the parking lot and make sure there's enough room for everyone to stand safely?"
When you tried to peek through the rectangular window in your classroom door, Natasha slid her body in front of it. When you tried to look over her head, she seemed to grow several inches as she went up on her tiptoes.Â
"Yeah... we can go look at the parking lot."Â
You were wearing your key card on your lanyard, and Ms. Masters could probably keep your class under control for an entire day if you needed her to.
"Well then, let's go."
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As soon as you walked out of the room with Nat, Bradley jumped to action. It wasn't his intention to steamroll Nia's mom or her packs of apple slices, but he had something important he needed the kids to help him with. Marty was setting up some sort of demonstration with tool boxes on the desks in the front row, but Bradley grabbed the stack of papers he brought with him and cleared his throat.
"Do all of you think you can help your pen pal out with something for a few minutes?" Eyes went wide, backs went straight, and Oliver even saluted him as he started handing out the papers. "I brought all of the letters you kiddos sent me last year when I was deployed. There are a lot of them, and I'm going to use them for something special. A surprise for your teacher."
"What kind of surprise?" Henry asked, crunching through a piece of apple.
"I can't tell you that," Bradley replied with a wink. "It's classified."
"Are you really going to marry our teacher someday?" Violet asked as he handed her three of the handwritten notes.
Bradley froze, unsure how to answer. "If she wants to marry me, then I definitely want to marry her."
"She wants to marry you," Violet said easily. "What are we doing with all of these letters?"
"Paper airplanes," Bradley announced, holding up the last sheet of paper. Even the parents and Marty seemed amused now. "We are folding them up into the best looking paper airplanes we can make within the next six minutes or so. Watch how I fold this one, and then work on as many as you can, okay?"
He folded it up using the top of your desk when he needed to smooth the creases, and then he held it up for everyone to see. "Start folding!"
There was a flurry of activity as he walked around helping, and even the librarian and music teacher were getting involved. Bradley whipped through a few himself before walking around the room with an open trash bag.
"When you're done, drop them in here."
"But what are they for?" Oliver asked, dropping three airplanes into the bag. "Are you going to have airplane races with our teacher?"
"Not exactly. All of you are really doing me a favor here though. I promise."
"Do you love our teacher?" Jayden asked. Bradley thought maybe he should have felt silly admitting it in front of all of the adults, but he did it anyway.
"I absolutely do. I'm going to use the paper planes for a little project to show her just how much, okay?" He got several nods in response as he checked the time. You and Nat left seven minutes ago, and he knew he couldn't hope for much more than that. "Time's up! toss everything into the bag. And you can't tell her about any of this!"
You were smiling when you walked back in with Nat. He thought that things must have gone well for everyone as he tied up the bag. Marty was ready to give his presentation, and the kids all scuttled back to their seats.
Now he had everything he needed to make this the best weekend of his life.
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Marty looked a little nervous as he started out by greeting everyone and telling them a bit about himself. He told your class that he had a lot of fun the last time he saw everyone on the naval base. You already knew about his decades-long Naval career, and your students already thought he was extremely cool, but he was about to get even cooler.
"I brought three identical intake manifold pieces from jets exactly like the ones that Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Trace fly. Does anyone know how they work?"
Several of your students raised their hands, and you watched as Marty walked around the room with the engine parts and let them answer his questions to the best of their ability before he took over.
"This is fascinating." You turned to your right where Ms. Masters was watching Marty, completely absorbed. "I can't believe you got military clearance to take your class to visit North Island," she whispered.
You were about to tell her that it was really all thanks to Lieutenant Bradshaw when you realized she was perhaps looking at Marty even more than she was paying attention to the engine parts in his rough hands. You cleared your throat softly and said, "You know, meeting Marty was probably the highlight of that whole day. And that includes touring the air traffic control tower."
"Really?" she murmured.
"Mmhmm. He put on a brilliant workshop for us. And he's just the sweetest man. Really takes the time to connect with the kids."
If you knew one thing about Ruby Masters, you knew she loved it when kids got excited about learning something new. And if you knew one thing about women in general, most of them loved a man in uniform. Right now, Marty was absolutely rocking his ensign khakis and his pins, and Ms. Masters stood up a little straighter when he turned your way with a smile on his face.
"Okay, time for some fun," Marty said as he headed back to the front of the classroom. "One manifold has been put together correctly." He held it up in the air once again. "Two are in pieces on these desks. I'm going to take this one apart and put it back together while you watch. Pay close attention, because after that, we're going to have a race."
Your kids looked absolutely delighted, and you had to ask Oliver not to sit on his desk while he watched the demonstration. Even all of the adults in the room were watching intently as Marty worked with a wrench from one of the toolboxes until he finished reassembling everything.
"Pretty simple, right?" he asked. Your kids all nodded and answered yes. "Who thinks they can race me?" You gasped in delight when a few of your students raised their hands. "What if I made it a little easier? What if I was blindfolded?"
"No way," you whispered, meeting Bradley's eyes across the room where he was holding a garbage bag for some reason. "Is he serious?" you whispered.
"He's so serious," Bradley confirmed, and sure enough, Marty pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.
"I'll let your teacher pick my opponent," Marty said as he tied the square of fabric so it was covering his eyes.
You needed to pick a child who would be a gracious winner or loser, but you were almost convinced Marty was going to be able to beat any of them. "How about... Jayden."
You set him up next to Marty, making sure he had all of the tools he needed lined up. Then you gave them a countdown and stepped away again. The room erupted in cheers as Jayden puzzled his way through the task. Marty seemed to be moving smoothly, using muscle memory to do something he'd done hundreds of times before.
"Oh," Ms. Masters said. "It seems like Marty is... really good with his hands."
Your lips parted in surprise. "I'm sure he must be," you replied, trying not to squeal as she smiled and covered her face in embarrassment.
It turns out Jayden didn't stand a chance. "Marty wins!" boomed Bradley's voice, and you watched as the older man peeked out from his blindfold with a hesitant little smile on his face.
You were still applauding his effort as you thanked him for joining your classroom today. You were almost overwhelmed by how wonderfully the day seemed to be going. Bradley was your last guest, and then there was the flyover that Nat promised.
"Our last guest really doesn't need an introduction," you said with a laugh.
"Is it Lieutenant Bradshaw?" Oliver asked, ready to climb on top of his desk again as your boyfriend strolled up to stand next to you.
"Yes, of course it's Lieutenant Bradshaw." You smiled at him and said, "Take it away, Lieutenant."
There was a little smirk on his lips as he turned away from you to address your kids. "I know you all learned a lot about aviation this year, but right now, we're going to see just how much. I hope you all remembered that I said I was going to give you a quiz."
"Not a quiz!" complained Jackie, but Bradley held up his hands in mock surrender.
"If you pass, I can promise with one hundred percent certainty that you'll love the prize."
"There's a prize?" Violet asked, perking up.
"A secret prize," Bradley confirmed.
"Alright," Oliver said, still a little skeptical. "Let's do it."
Bradley started calling out questions, letting your students deliberate as a group to come up with an answer, and you leaned against the back wall near where Marty was packing up his toolboxes.Â
"That was absolutely fascinating," you heard Ms. Masters tell him softly. "I'm Ruby Masters, the Mira Mesa Elementary librarian."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Marty with pink cheeks, wiping his palm on his shirt before shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you," he whispered while Bradley continued to try to stump your kids. "This is the first time I've ever been to a career day."
"Well, you're a natural with the kids," she replied, still holding his hand. "And obviously very smart. I'm kind of new to the topic of aviation, but always interested in learning more."
"Oh. There's an endless amount to learn," he muttered, staring at Ruby like he couldn't look away.
"If you're ever free and feel like it, maybe you could show me how you rebuilt that manifold so quickly?"
Bradley had your kids taking turns writing at the board now, but you couldn't stop eavesdropping as you witnessed Marty go silent. The crash and burn was painful as he just stood there while Ruby finally extracted her hand. You were silently begging Marty to say something. Anything. But the seconds passed, and Ruby took a step away from him toward the door.
"Okay, no worries. It was nice to meet you." She gave you a forced smile as she slipped out into the hallway, and you rounded on Marty who was standing there like someone just stole his favorite toy at recess.
"I don't mean to overstep, so please feel free to tell me to mind my own business," you whispered.
"Uh. Okay?"
"Marty... Ms. Masters is hot and single, and she was flirting with you. She wanted you to ask for her phone number."
His eyes went wide as he gaped at you. "She did? Are you sure?"
You cradled your forehead and groaned softly. "I'm positive. She can't have gone far. The library is out and to the left, and then another left."
He nodded before dashing out of the room, leaving you alone just as Bradley said, "Are you sure you're all still in fourth grade? Or is this a grad school level physics class? You win. I can't even stump you. Come see me or Lieutenant Trace to get ear plugs for the Super Hornet flyover."
Your classroom was probably louder than the jet engine would be.
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The whole school was buzzing with excitement as everyone emptied out onto the lawn and the parking lot. Something must have happened earlier, because Marty and the school librarian were standing awfully close together in all the chaos. As far as Bradley could recall, he'd never seen that man smile so much before.
"Ear plugs in! And then hands over your ears!" Natasha shouted, giving a safety demonstration. "Do it just how I do it!"
It was almost time. Bradley tried to keep the hand holding and cheek kisses to a minimum, but it was so hard when you were standing right next to him. You looked tired but happy as you put your orange, industrial ear plugs in place. With a dreamy look on your face, you leaned up and kissed him right on the lips, and that familiar roar of an F/A-18 engine approached.Â
Bradley put his own earplugs in before the sound of the jet wash hit. You and everyone else stared up at the sky where his colleagues were flying overhead, but he kept his eyes on you. He was in love. He had Carole's ring and the paper planes. He had all of these words that he wanted to say to you, but mostly he wanted to promise that he'd feel the same way about you forever. And he wanted to hear you say the same thing.
As soon as you had your ear plugs out again, you threw your arms around his neck with a huge smile. "Thank you, Bradley."
"For what? I barely did anything."
You laughed and shook your head. "You did everything."
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I love Career Day. Marty is the man. The oblivious man, but the man nonetheless. And our boy Bradley is ready to go! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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JAMES POTTER | GENUINE
SUM. : your boyfriend finally takes a role who has a romantic interest but his expression is hardly convincing; only you can get a genuine reaction from him
LENGTH : 1.8k
TAGS : actor james potter au ; modern au ; muggle au ; singer reader au ; actor/director sirius black au ; actress marlene mckinnon au ; fluff ; celebrity couple goals ; james can't do romantic roles ; he's too loyal!
âCUT!â Sirius shouts and James drops his shoulders in disappointment, his expression of âhopeless loveâ also slipping off his face. This is why he wasnât suited for romantic roles. As Sirius shouts for everyone to take a short five-minute break, James catches Marlene sending him a sympathetic look before moving to her chair with the help of her make-up team, who lifted the heavy skirt of her wedding dress for easier movement. âCome on James, whatâs gotten into you?â Sirius asks, making his way over as Remus touches up Jamesâ hair and suit.Â
âIâm trying Sirius,â the actor sighs, âI think I just need a break to collect myself and then I can finally get that winning take for you,âÂ
âYou better,â Sirius playful threatens, âI know youâre a lovesick fool so I know the type of infatuated expressions you can pull. Just try to emulate that and youâre golden, okay?â
âItâs not that easy if it isnât herâŠâ James was tempted to protest but settled with a simple, âOkayâŠâ satisfied, Sirius walks away with Remus to discuss some things with the camera crew while James leans against the setâs alter.Â
As an actor, James should find it easy to perform his charactersâ expressions and emotions, his stardom and recurring roles in thriller, action and adventure films were a sentiment to that. However, his current role requires romantic displays, something he had actively avoided in his acting career.Â
Characters that had passionate, romantic and intimate scenes were roles James tended to avoid primarily due to his endless loyalty to you, his childhood sweetheart. As young teens, you and James fell in love long before your successes. Since then, you have only grown a deeper love for each other, fostered by the hardships that came with your dreams of becoming a singer and his of becoming an actor with Sirius.Â
His best friend eventually divulged into directing his own films whilst James continued expanding his career as an actor â as much as heâs able to with the number of scripts heâs dropped for their romantic interests and amorous scenes. It didnât sit right with him having to kiss another girl let alone look lovingly at someone that wasnât you. He felt like a cheat. Many, including Sirius, however, have told him that it was part of his job but James was insistent on making no exceptions. He respected you and the love you shared too much. The same way you would play your own love interest in music videos while wearing a short wig and masculine attire. It was a show of mutual respect you both had for the other before and after your relationship became public.Â
The only reason James had taken on this role was due to Siriusâ insistence as the director, the lack of intimate scenes as well as the dominating adventure, and fantasy genre. It would all be underpinned by small heartfelt moments with his characterâs love interest played by his close friend Marlene McKinnon. The two charactersâ love story will end in tragedy, haunted by the trope of âright person, wrong timeâ. James believed he could convincingly play his loving expressions only brought on by you in the rare, romantic moments his character shares with Marleneâs but itâs proving harder than he originally thought. Simply thinking about you wasnât enoughâŠ
Mulling over his characterâs story, James imagines you in Marleneâs place. He only had three minutes remaining to focus on how he should convey his characterâs âhopeless loveâ convincingly.Â
To concentrate, he closes his eyes and thinks deeply, ignoring the sudden scuffle and whispers around him. On an adventure to rescue his unrequited loveâs significant other, James selflessly volunteers to aid in her quest, protecting her and cherishing her throughout the arduous journey, putting his life at risk for a girl who would never love him back. Unselfishly, he continues forward without drawing any attention to the deep love he holds for her, the audience kept in suspense of his mysterious ambitionsâ that is, until the dream sequence. In his sleep, influenced by the surrounding, foreign plantsâ effects, James dreams of his ideal future, one where he gets to marry his love, who will reciprocate his feelings wholeheartedly. Itâs the moment all audience members realise Jamesâ true motivations, encouraging a swell of heartache amongst them when they are forced to accept the reality his own character is made to face: that he cannot be with his love no matter despite his efforts. Her heart belongs to another and if he were to fall for the plantâs trap, he will never wake up from his heavenly dream-come-true and become living fertilsier to continue the plantâs life. The heartache of that realisation is further emphasised when James doesnât stop loving her in his own, silent and benevolent way.Â
This is going to be a big moment for Jamesâ character; he needs to put his all into this!
Before he has the chance to open his eyes, however, James is already being led to his spot on the set by Remus. The brunette informs him that the short break is over and instructs him to start before his turn to face Marlene.Â
âAgain, the shotâs focus will be on your face, James, Make it a good one,â Sirius instructs from his directorâs chair and, with a small pause cues for the start of the hundredth take.
Opening his eyes gradually, as if waking up from a dream, James takes a moment to analyse his surroundings. He meets the eyes of his groomsmen, shooting them a confused look before slowly turning and raising his gaze. Heâs become familiar with Marlene in her wedding dress now so her off-centred placement doesnât deter him. He also fully trusts in the team, if they saw it fit to make any changes, heâll help follow through. Marlene is only slightly off centre, he realises, to accommodate the cameraâs view of his expression more clearly. James fully expects to only see Marlene, however, when he finally raises his gaze, in the distance, he sees you by the camera.Â
And James immediately smiles.Â
He completely forgets where he is, rather, he savours the warmth that fills his chest at the sight of you, the burst of elation in his brain when he sees you smiling at him, dressed in his oversized sweater and your casual jeans. Youâre not in a wedding dress nor dolled up the same way Marlene is for the take but youâre just as gorgeous. Thereâs a tingling itch in his fingertips to reach out for you and he almost does but stops when he remembers where he is and whatâs happening around him. His look of sweeping joy and deep affection falters ever so slightly but is completely captured by the cameraâs close-up shot. Jamesâ internal berating of another failed performance barely begins when Sirius is suddenly cheering in delight.Â
âCUT! AND PRINT!â Sirius claps and laughs at the success but James is left blinking in confusion. Did he hallucinate you? He looks in your direction again. No, you werenât a figment of his imagination, youâre really here! âFinally! That was what I was looking for! Great idea on putting her beside the camera, Moony,âÂ
Remus nods his head in graceful humility as you giggle from where you stand. You had planned a surprise visit for James and called Remus beforehand for access to the set. It was the perfect surprise considering you had barely seen each other the last few weeks; he was busy filming with Sirius and Marlene while you were recording songs for your new, up-and-coming album. That only seemed to add to Jamesâ favourable reaction, however.Â
âBREAK!â Sirius announces with a wink directed at you, âLet's give the two love birds a moment, as thanks for finally getting the job done. Letâs give it ten!â it seemed as though succeeding after multiple failures had made Sirius a little too happy and laidback but who was James to complain? As Marlene knowingly smirks at him, he runs past and launches himself at you. With a squeal, you return his embrace and giggle into his shoulder.Â
âI missed youâŠâ he whispers into your crown.
âSurprise!â you announce despite the lateness and giggle again. Music to his ears.Â
âThanks for helping me with my scene, love,â he pulls away with deep affection swimming in his hazel eyes and he cups your jaw while resisting the urge lean in and kiss you endlessly. He loves the sound of your voice just as much as the feel of your lips against his own so, for now, heâll willing listen. He can taste your sweet lips later. Â
âI didnât really know what was happening but Iâm happy to help,âÂ
âYouâre so cute,â he sighs and finally pulls you into passion-filled kiss before you can utter another word. "I can't believe you're my lady,"
"Your lady?"
"Yes," James giggles and kisses your cheek again and again and again, "my lady, the same way, I'm your man,"
"Mmm, sounds good," you utter against his lips, "I'll have to feature you in my new music video then~"
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â...tell me about that scene. It was such a big moment for the audience and your character. How did you manage to look so in love but then so heartbroken?â the interviewer asks, smiling but tilting his head in curiosity when Marlene burst out laughing.Â
âOh, this is such a good story!â James looks away, unable to meet his co-star and friendâs mischievous smirk and glimmering eyes, âCan I tell him?â she doesnât even give him the chance to answer before ingeminating the tale, âJames couldnât get that moment right for multiple takes. We were all getting tired of him, really. But since Sirius knew he was capable of being a love-drunk fool, he persisted for over an hour! And this is just for a one minute section of the film!â James finally chuckles despite his flustered expression when Marlene makes a side comment about how the wedding dress was a chore to wear for such an extended period of time and didnât appreciate Jamesâ slow uptake, âthere wasnât even an after-party for me to let loose in, my supposed âgroomâ had his brain elsewhere,â the two share a laugh and James picks up on the story.Â
âElsewhere, meaning my girlfriend. She actually planned a surprise visit during filming and was brought in by Remus. He put her right by the camera and the reaction you saw on film was my reaction to seeing her instead of Marlene.â his co-star coos at how adorable he is whenever heâs around you and gossips with the interviewer about how cute of a couple the two of you make behind the scenes.Â
âIs that why youâve become her love interest in the music videos for her new album?â the interviewer asks impromptu. Heâs on the edge of his seat and is a clear fan of your music, which makes James happier than if the man was to say he was a fan of him. Â
âNaturally,â James smiles to himself, âshe did say I was the inspiration for her love ballads,â
NAVI.
A/N : this was inspired by this tiktok and a daydream i had! the anime is called 'Frieren: Beyond Journey's End', I've never watched it but it was on my fyp, i did some exploring and, now, here i am (àčËÌêŽËÌàč) i hope you darlings enjoyed the read!
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pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader
summary: deadpool forced me to write smut where the two of you act out the position you see in an,,,, ahem,,, erotic video.
tags: smut (18+), fingering, penetration, slight degradation, finger sucking, dom!wade wilson, sub!reader
wc: 1.2k
âBabe, listen, the mistake we made was going to White Castle sober.â
âExcellent defense, Mr. Wilson. You ever think about switching to a career in law?â
âCanât, my tagline doesnât transfer across professions. Calling yourself the Lawyer with the Mouth is like saying youâre the fanfic writer whoâs horny.â
He manages to make you chuckle, as usual, even though you were supposed to still be annoyed about your frankly terrible dinner. But walking back into your apartment has you less inclined to hold grudges, somehow. Itâs probably the promise of cuddling up in bed together. Either that, or itâs all the hilarious nicknacks Wade keeps dropping off in your living room. The fucked-up Pikachu plush where the eyes and cheeks are swapped is particularly getting to you.
âWait for me in bed, alright?â you say.
âOh?â Wade waggles his non-existent eyebrows. âIs this little cutie planning something?â
âYeah, planning to spend an hour in the bathroom,â you shake your head and fail to hold back a smile. âFind us a good movie to watch while Iâm out.â
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To nobodyâs surprise, you both end up on a site that starts in p and ends in hub.
âNobody can get into that position,â your inner critic bursts out of you at the best of times.Â
You can feel Wade smirking from where his face is tucked into your neck, cuddling you from behind. âWell, in the words of Clue 1985,â he runs a scarred hand down your waist. âSure, they can. Let me show you.â
He nips at your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin of your jaw. You exhale, trying to calm the burning sensation building in your gut, but you struggle to stay patient when he starts sucking a bruise into your collarbone.Â
âWade!â you gasp, trying and failing to stop your body from grinding your ass against him. He responds in turn, moving closer to you, his hard cock slowly rubbing against your ass.
He flips over, now perched on top of you and caging you in, arms on either side of your head as he kisses you. Every time he deepens the kiss, makes you feel like youâll never want to come back up for air, he fucks with you by biting at your bottom lip or scratching his teeth against your gums.Â
You bang your fists against the mattress a few too many times, understandably annoyed with his teasing, so Wade grips both of your wrists with one hand and holds them above you, plastering them to the headboard.
The action has you moaning into his mouth, and the bottom half of your body continues to move on its own, grinding against the air now. You feel so desperate, your face heats up thinking about how much of a mess you already are for him. Wishing he would close the new gap between your bodies, you arch your back off the bed, trying to feel more of his body against yours.
He giggles, watching you wriggle around. âHold your horses there, cutie. Weâre not even at the good part yet.âÂ
Wade brings a hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. Youâre so thrown off by the sudden show of affection that you don't even process him slipping a rough finger into your mouth.
âSuck,â he commands. And something about Wade only using a single word when heâs usually so noisy has you whining as you circle his finger with your tongue.
His big brown eyes are glued to your lips, watching them worship his finger like heâs all youâve ever wanted. Around the time you start bobbing up and down his finger, he slips it out of you and pats your cheek.
âGood baby, such a good slut for me,â he whispers as he slides your shorts and underwear off in one motion. He slicks up the finger and you with a small bottle of lube and carefully starts slipping into your entrance.
âWhat? Whereâd you evenââ you snap your gaze sideways to your bedside table, which is curiously unopened.Â
He taps the front pocket of his pants, âNever leave home without it.â Did he really always have that in his pocket? At the fucking White Castle?!
He talks as he fingers you, pressing against your walls casually as if he isnât making you lose your mind. âYou look impressed, babe. Tell me youâre not impressed.â
âOh my god, shut up!â you groan as he reaches deeper inside you, adding another finger and stretching you further.
âAs you wish,â he pumps his fingers at a faster pace, gripping your hip with one hand and bringing his face to your chest so he can lick at a nipple. A spark shoots down your spine and you can feel him chuckle as your body starts to shiver.
His fingers are pounding against your insides. You can feel yourself throbbing around him, clenching and wanting more, so he adds a third finger and fucks you at a punishing pace. You bite your own lip to keep back what was going to be an embarrassing moan, but he nips at your nipple and you let out a small shout.
Just as he finally starts reaching at that spot in you that has you seeing stars, he slips his fingers out. You're going to berate him for throwing you off just as the pleasure was building, but he already has his cock placed at your entrance, so close to sliding in.
âYou ready?â he whispers, and you nod so quickly you think you may have pulled a muscle.
 He releases a breathy moan as he slides all the way in you, reaching right where you need him but still stubbornly not giving it to you.
âWade, move!â you cry. He responds by smacking your ass and pulling you into his lap. Youâre seated on his thighs as he throws your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he starts thrusting in and out of you. The position has you feeling so much closer to him, like he has free reign to stroke every part of you.
You grip onto his shoulders and try to interlock your ankles together to help you hold onto him as he pumps his cock into you faster. Wade moans so deep it sounds like a growl and you clench around him at the sound.
âFuck!â he cries before kissing you, harshly making out as his hips continue to piston inside you. You can feel the vibrations of his moans against your own mouth, and itâs enough to make your muscles twitch around him again.
âShit, Wade,â you whisper. âIâm going toââ
âYeah, babe?â he says in between kissing you. âGo, do it. Come for me.â
You rip away from his mouth and release with a moan, your entire body burning as you quiver around his cock. He leans his head into your neck and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder as he comes, filling you so completely you never want him to leave.Â
You finally come down from your orgasm and relax in his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wade is still panting, but he keeps kissing across your face, smiling when you reciprocate and kiss his forehead.Â
âYouâre making every thought that passes through my head sound like an ABBA song,â he whispers, eyes closed.
âThat might be the closest thing to a love confession Iâve gotten out of you.â
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Propaganda
Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)âLook. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?
Marilyn Monroe (How to Marry a Millionaire, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Some Like It Hot)â Ngl I thought you all were lying about sexual attraction until I saw Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Hedy Lamarr:
The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!
Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)
Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.
One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.
Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.
Marilyn Monroe:
She's amazing!!! A classic bombshell, as well as a strong women who overcame so many obstacles. She also advocated for others, like Ella Fitzgerald.
That fucking saxophone that cuts in whenever she appears on screen in Some Like it Hot
I mean, it's Marilyn Monroe. She's adorable. She's gorgeous. She funny. She's the total package
She's the original American sex symbol, an iconic beautiful woman with eyes you could get lost in, legs for days, gorgeous hair, and a cute tummy. Her voice! Just listen to her voice!!!!!
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She is considered one of THE sex symbols of the 1960s and one of the greatest actresses of all time! She HAS to be on this list!
no vintage movie woman is more iconically hot
People are most familiar with pictures of her in the white dress or the Happy Birthday Mr President one, but imo she is at her most beautiful and looks most comfortable when she is photographed by women like Eve Arnold
Itâs Marilyn Monroe. If Aphrodite was an actual person, sheâd be Marilyn. Do I really need to say more?
What can I say that hasn't been said? Marilyn's legacy is so much bigger than she was in life. She's a defining symbol of 50s and 60s Hollywood sex and it's obvious why. She was absolutely stunning and the camera loved her.
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Price takes a seat opposite you. Ghost stands behind him, massive arms crossed. Price folds his hands together.
"Tea?" he asks.
You say nothing.
"Ghost, go get us some tea."
Ghost leaves. Price examines you, drumming his fingers against the table. He acts friendly. But he's not playing. You have no doubt he'll extract the information he needs by any means necessary. You need to make sure he doesn't figure out which of your buttons to press.
"You're Soap's girl," he says.
You say nothing. His stare presses in on you as heavily as the silence, pushing your back into your seat.
"Who is he to you?"
You shift, uncomfortable in your chair. "A stranger." You roll your shoulders as if trying to shrug off the implications. "An enemy, ostensibly."
Price leans closer. "You kiss your enemies often?"
Not until Johnny walked into your patrol path.Â
"Left quite the impression on Soap. You made a bit of a mark on Ghost, too. Not that itâs hard." Price leans back, giving you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Heâs got a soft spot for Soap, hm? So he doesn't want you hurt. Doesn't want Soap put out."
You remain silent, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He studies you, utterly calm. He's trying to read you. It's obvious he has some kind of game plan, and now he thinks you have one, too.
"Weren't quite planning to walk into someone like him, were you? Things happened, didn't they? Things you had to work through."
"No."
"Really. 'Cause with the way you're acting, I'd wager you had different plans for yourself. Now you're all twisted up in this. Plans got ruined because he came along. Maybe you've got your own plans, hm? Got a whole life back home. A career, clearly. Nice little house. Maybe you've got a boyfriend already."
"What do you want?" you grit out.
"Access, love," he says, like this whole interrogation is just a pleasant chat. That new base of yours, the one Graves commandeered. How do you like it?"
"Barely seen it."
"I imagine you're rather busy lately, then. Lot on your mind. Shepherd must have you working hard." You notice a muscle twitching in his jaw. He has an iron grip on his temper. "But you saw enough of it to get a good look around, hm? The layout, the security, the systems. Tell me about it."
"I don't know anything."
"Nothing?" He leans forward again. He doesn't seem to like that answer. "The security cameras. The guards. The patrols. The sensors." His voice is low. "You don't know anything about those?"
"Didn't ask."
"Hm." His shoulders lift in a slight shrug as the expression on his face hardens further. "You didn't ask." He repeats. "Didn't ask. Didn't ask..." Then he pauses, staring through you. He leans back again. "No, of course not. You follow orders. You do your job. Can't fault you for that." He speaks with a cool tone, but there's a tightness in the lines of his jaw as he says it. "And now you're here and your buddies are gone. Just you. The only target left." He lets the silence stretch out. "Do you think Graves'll come for you?"
"No."
"Hm. Why not?"
"I'm a nobody."
"Hmmmmm." His smile doesn't change, but the lines around his eyes shift as if he finds that amusing. "And you're perfectly content with that? With knowing that when you walk into that base every day, you'll just be another body for Graves to throw onto the heap?â
You hold his gaze. "Yes."
"You don't think you're worth more than that?"
You say nothing.
The smile is still there, but his eyes narrow. He's judging you. Judging your worth. You hold his gaze. He seems to recognize something in you--that you're telling the truth. You know what you are. You're a mercenary. You're expendable.
"You must have a low opinion of yourself." He sighs, crossing his arms and settling a little further into his chair. "You've accepted you're not walking out of this base, then."
You nod.
Price examines you, eyes narrow and intense. Peeling you apart. You're certainly not an idiot. Smart enough to know you're expendable; loyal enough to take orders, keep your mouth shut, and follow through without asking questions. Not the type of soldier he prefers, but in the right hands, you'd be lethal.
Tough to crack, too. He rubs his chin. Hard to threaten someone who doesn't have anything to lose.
Two sharp knocks on the door herald Ghost, who slips back inside and closes the door. He's not carrying tea.
"Might want to pick up the pace," Ghost says. "Soap's back."
You stiffen, as much as you try not to show it.
Price's gaze flicks over to you, noting the tensing of your shoulders. "He knows?"
"Affirmative, sir. Someone outside must've seen her mark and tipped him off."
At that moment, there's a banging on the door. Johnny's voice echoes from the other side. "LT!"
Hearing it is a punch to the gut.
Soap keeps knocking. "Ghost, get yer lyin' arse out here!"
Price looks at Ghost and nods toward the door. "Go on, then, handle it."
Ghost curses under his breath and slips outside.
"Hell's fuckin' bells, LT, what's goin' on?"
Ghost's reply is too low and muffled to catch.
"Busy with what?" Soap snaps. "I know she's here. I need to see her."
Ghost's reply this time sounds harsher.
"Like hell I'm not. That's my goddamned soulmate, aye? My girl. I've got a right to see her. You'll not keep me from the one person in the whole bloody world that's mine."
"Captain's interrogating her." Ghost's tone is low and loud now, a warning. "You don't get special privileges with her."
Soap lets loose a string of colorful curses. You can make out roughly half of them through his accent. "What does Price think she's got that's so bloody important I don't get to know about it?"
"She's a Shadow, Johnny. Chrissake."
"Aye, an' she's in that room goin' it alone. She needs me."
Your heart twists in your chest, and it forces out a breath you didn't know you were holding. It's eating at your resolve. Just hearing him speak about you is making you want things you shouldn't. He sounds like he wants to protect you. Like you're worth something to him. You try to shake it out of your head. You're a prisoner here. This isn't a love story. He doesnât love you. He doesn't know you.
Then you look up, and your blood goes cold. Price is staring at you, and he's smirking.
His eyes move over you, dissecting you piece by piece, and you feel your expression revealing too much. He saw your mask slip. He saw what you're concealing.
"I'll be damned." His smirk grows. "I thought Shadows were all cold-blooded bastards."
Your mouth twitches like it wants to bare teeth. "Go to hell."
"Ghost," he calls mildly at the closed door, "get in here. And bring Soap, would you?"
No no no no. Panic washes over you. You pull at your cuffs, feeling yourself lapse into a freeze response. Not Johnny. You can't face him. You try desperately to get a grip on your body's reaction, to remember your training.
You turn your head away from the door and fix your eyes on the opposite corner of the room. Among the many rifles and launchers racked on the walls, you find a pistol and you concentrate on it as hard as you can. You study the polish smudged near the mouth of the barrel. The scarred grip.
Behind you, the door opens.
Soap is across the room in moments. He kneels next to you, his hands falling to your arm, to your shoulder, your neck. His thumb brushes across one of the many cuts on your cheek.
You feel outside of yourself. Soap seems too fixated on your state of being to notice.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ. What did you rat bastards do to my girl?" he growls.
"She did this to herself," Ghost says. He puts his hand on Soap's shoulder. "And we need her restrained while we question her--"
"Back off," Soap warns, brushing his hand away. "Am not dealin' with you right now."
Price cuts in, voice firm. "Soap, cool off. Now."
Soap's temper flashes hot. His jaw clenches. His muscles tense. But he takes a deep, steadying breath. "Aye, Captain," Soap says. He straightens up, his hands falling away from your face. But it's clear his blood is still simmering. "Permission to remove her cuffs."
"Negative," Price says. Soap starts to say something, but Price cuts him off. "No. She's unpredictable. You know that as well as we do. We can't afford to trust her until we understand what Graves' orders are."
Soap curls and uncurls his fists, evidence of the sheer will he's exerting to keep his feet planted where they are. "And what do you expect me to do? Just leave her here? Not say a word to her?"
That smirk curls Price's lips again. "Quite the opposite. I'd like you to do the talking for us."
Price stands and gestures to Ghost again, and Ghost guides Soap by the shoulder over to him. Soap resists on principle for a moment before his mind catches up and he walks stiffly to the other side of the table.
âShe has information we need," Price says. "Alejandro, remember? Once that's squared away, we'll need no hostage. You understand me?"
There's a beat of silence.
"You want me to interrogate her," Soap says.
"I want access," Price replies.
"And once I have the information?"
"Then sheâs all yours. You can do whatever you like. Let her go. Hell, drive her to the airport if you want. But until then" --Price's hand lands on Soap's shoulder and pushes him down into the interrogator's seat across from you-- "she doesn't leave this room. You understand?"
You feel Soap's eyes on you.
"Fine. I'll do it. But it's gotta be me and her. No one else. You let me do my job the way I know it needs to be done."
"Hm." Price glances at you. You're still concentrating on the pistol on the far wall. "That's just fine. Ghost, let's give 'em some time alone."
Ghost follows Price out of the room, closing and locking the door behind them.
"Sir?" Ghost's voice is low and uncertain.
"Trust me, Soap is the leverage we needed. He'll do just fine.â
Ghost is quiet for a moment. "If he keeps his head on straight."
Price hums in agreement, his smile genuine now. "If he keeps his head on straight."
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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / [part 4] / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12
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#soulmate soap#mine#story#soulmate au#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#soap cod#johnny mactavish#soap mactavish#soap x reader#soap x you#cod#cod x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod mw2#cod mwii#tf 141#simon ghost riley#ghost cod
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YES I KNOW THAT HEâS MY EX! | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. you knew tom was your ex, and that you should probably stay away, but thatâs never stopped you before
part 1 | installment of this au (please read for more context!)
ynuser :)
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user1 im loving the aesthetic
user2 THE BIKINI TOP IS SO CUTE
user3 put them toes awayyyy
rachelzegler i pay attention to things that most people ignore (this isnât your car.)
â„ user4 PLEASE?? not rachel using ynâs own lyrics on her
â„ user5 IS THIS TOMâS CAR??
user6 i may be delulu but those r tom blythâs mfing hands.
user7 he has her hair tie on; i repeat, tom blyth literally has ynâs hair tie on
When Tom had messaged you saying he wanted to talk, no matter how much you knew it was a bad idea, you decided to agree to it anyway.
The breakup had ended pretty badly. Although it was an agreement between you and Tom, that didnât mean thatâs what the both of you truly wanted.
The reason the two of you broke up in the first place was that Tom was talking too much about your future, which wasnât a bad thing â but it overwhelmed you. You werenât ready to settle down, not yet, at least. You and Tom had only been dating for a few months, and although it was all sweet and loving, you knew that getting engaged this early was like asking for a disaster to strike.
He was upset. Clearly. He loved you, you loved him, so why was it such an inconvenience for you to agree to take the leap in your relationship? That caused a blown out argument between you two, and by the end of it, you had agreed breaking up was the right thing.
You had a acting and music career to focus on, and Tom had an acting career that was just at the beginning of its success. You felt that it wasnât right to put a distraction into his life.
âIs this a bad idea?â You ask breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. You canât help but stare into Tomâs eyes, which held a language of their own.
âMaybe,â he says, wiping the corner of your mouth. âBut who cares?â
Who cares. Right. Well surely, it was a bad idea to meet up with your ex, much less kiss him, and although alarms were baring in your head that you probably shouldnâtâyou go in for a second kiss, this time, Tom doesnât let you go, cradling you close to his body.
âI donât care if you donât want to take the next step in our relationship, Iâm fine if youâre not ready yet. I just want you, okay?â
And how could any girl possibly reject Tom Blyth when heâs begging so prettily? Certainly not you.
tomblyth and ynuser both posted an instagram story !
ynsbiggestfan THE GIRLS AND I AFTER SEEING THE STORIES ON INSTA
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user8 IM ACTUALLY DYING BC NO WAY WAS THAT A COINCIDENCE
user9 theyâre connected they cant be far away from each other
user10 sheâs my Heather đđ
â„ user12 fr i wish tom was that inlove w me
user13 so this is why rachel said that wasnât ynâs car
â„ user14 ITS ALL MAKING SENSE NOW
sean.kauf photo dumpy
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ynuser pic creds ?? đ€Ź
â„ sean.kauf đ€đ€
user15 wait im confused, is she together with tom again or is she with sean..
user16 Ykw i cant even be mad, if i was as hot as yn, iâd have two bfs too!
â„ user17 REAL SHIIT
tomblyth fun fact: the 2nd pic is sean third wheeling after forcing me and yn to speak to each other
â„ user17 TOM CONFIRMED IT IM DEAD
user18 all the yn haters must feel stupid asf rn after accusing yn of being with sean
â„ user19 literally cause all 3 of them are literally close đđ like why would sean date yn, heâs literally friends with tom
user20 if yn isnât dating sean let me have him omg
ynuser yes i know that heâs my ex but canât two people reconnect !!!!!
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user21 this took the cake.
user22 time to cry again bc tom blyth is off the market
user23 she got him wrapped around her finger FR
user24 THE THIRD PIC OF THEM đ„čđ„č
user25 THE CAPTION OUUU GIRLY IS BRAVE
tomblyth i only see you as a friend (the biggest lie iâve ever said)
â„ user26 I CHOKED
â„ user27 THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGERS ARE CRYING RN
#coriolanus snow angst#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games x reader
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