#midnight club ii

[bowl-full-of-cheerios]

Midnight club (the game series) doesnt have a fandom...it doesnt have any fanart or fics....i'm hyperfiaxiating on something that doesnt have a fandom.....is this what suffering is like????

[devileaterjaek]

[eupheme]

— trouble will find me

[part ii | masterlist]

bodyguard!logan x mobster’s daughter!reader

rated e - 3k

tags: 70s era, dofp/bonedaddy!logan, bodyguard!logan, reader is the daughter of a mobster, reader is shorter than Logan, club setting, use of alcohol, cigar smoking, mutual pining, flirting, light brat taming!logan, references to violence, competence kink, semi-public vaginal fingering, kissing, forbidden relationship

a/n: I can’t stop thinking about dofp!logan sleeping with the girl he’s guarding, this is inspired by that scene! huge thank you to @pr0ximamidnight who let me chit chat about this little idea. you are amazing! 💖💕

His eyes darken. Fingers pinching against your skin, as he adjusts his grip, “‘s a bad idea, sweetheart. Supposed to keep you out of trouble.”

Your hands skate lower, fingers tracing the edge of his belt buckle. His nostrils flare - a warning, though he does not move.

“Supposed to keep me out of trouble,” You hum, “But what if I want a little in me?”

You can feel his eyes follow you.

Which shouldn’t really be surprising. It's his job, of course. Keep an eye on you, keep you safe.

But there’s something in the way he watches.

A curl of smoke from a lit cigar. Fingers tracing the rim of a half-downed whisky, a worn leather jacket thrown over a broad shoulder. The tilt of his chin when your eyes meet his - dark and narrowed, missing nothing. Slipping over you like the soft silk of your dress.

Indulging, almost. Unashamed.

You might have a crush.

You're trying not to think about it too much.

Tonight, you're just trying to enjoy the after-party.

It's all bright lights.

The room is bathed in pinks and yellows and flashing red. Disco club music pumped through the speakers, the panels of the floor flickering to the beat. You've been here for two hours already. Nursing tequila sunrises and pink squirrels. Sweat sticking to the nape of your neck, as the minutes tick by, bleeding past midnight.

He's not going to stop you, just yet. You can have your fun tonight - sway to the beat of the music - as long as you play by the rules.

Logan is so different from the ones before him.

Tripping over their feet to check on you. Breathing down your neck, with their padded-shoulder suits smelling like cigarettes and cheap cologne. Too afraid for themselves, of your father, to actually do a good job of protecting you.

Stifling and all too willing to tell you yes to anything.

It was exhausting.

Logan had come recommended - an acquaintance of a friend. He'd 'get the job done' from what you heard. Motivated. Needed the cash and would listen, no questions asked.

Just the type your father thought he could sway - a half-wild guard dog, his salary a leash. Heeling at the click of a tongue, the snap of fingers.

It's not how you saw him, though.

His silence was not obedience. There was nothing bought about this man - watching you from the line of leather booths along the wall.

You've wondered if maybe - you're just desperate to find some form of kindred spirit in someone. Too used to feeling like an accessory instead of a person. Your appearance at your father's events drove home his image. The good, family man who was oh so generous with his time and money.

Articles were written weekly about how philanthropic he was.

You had no idea if anything ever came from the numerous events you hosted - an attempt at doing something with your education. How much was skimmed off your blood, sweat, and tears, funneled back into what he did best.

Maybe you both saw through the bullshit.

He'll last longer than the others, at least.

More than once you've been halfway out the door, headed off to East Village or SoHo, only for him to catch you by the scruff of your sweater - whisking you back inside or into the Lincoln Town Car before you realized what happened.

An angry fist connecting with the nose of a man who had gotten too close at a gala last week. Cornering you in the coat room. Logan, charging in like a snarling beast when you had whimpered his name - red dripping down to stain the pressed white collar as the man was hauled away.

You’ve been thinking about that for days.

There was no sucking up. No flashing of a holster under his arm, some grandiose promise that you don't need to worry. You've never even seen Logan near a weapon but somehow, you feel more safe with him than you ever have with anyone else.

But this bit of internal tenderness that has sprouted, paired with his competency, has been seriously cramping your style.

It’s been enough that he's been hard to get out of your mind. Two weeks of teasing and poking at the limits set. Never giving you much, with that glare - thick arms crossed over his chest. A little thrill rippling up your spine, when his voice goes low and gruff.

The lights go dim, as the music begins to slow.

With the way your eyes wander, you know he sees you when you pick up a partner.

A man that moves with you, peeling off to crowd your space after your hips swivel with the hustle. His hand dipping low from where it rests on the small of your back.

Bold, when he bends to ask you 'if you'd like to get out of there'.

You meet Logan's eyes when you tell him yes.

Telling yourself that it's just to forget him. Definitely not because you're desperate to see the look on his face. To hear that tone he takes when he's pissed off.

A way to ascertain if you've taken root in his mind, even for just a moment.

There's zero chance Logan heard you from across the room. But it doesn't stop him from moving. Pushing to his feet, cutting straight through the crowd to wrap a hand around your bicep the second you start peeling off with the stranger - heading towards the side door.

"No fucking chance." It's gritted out, as he yanks you to him. Your shoulder collides against his chest as he steps between you and the man.

A sloppy hand pushes against his arm. The man's eyes are hazy under the neon lights as he makes a grab for you.

"Come on, man. I saw her first."

Logan pivots you away with a snarl, "She ain't leaving with you, bub."

Another sloppy shove, glancing off the brown leather jacket.

"You're really starting to piss me off." Logan's tone drips with warning, with knowing, "Gonna regret starting something in a room full of people like this."

And it's now that he takes in how big Logan is. The flex of splayed-wide fingers, knuckles curling into a clenched fist. A look in his eye that says that punches won't be pulled - not tonight.

The stranger takes a step back. It's enough.

You're already getting hauled away before they can answer. Guided into one of the many VIP rooms. A snarled "get the fuck out of here" to the attendant, before Logan's crowding you against the bar - hands bracing on his hips.

Fuming, you push yourself up to sit on the top - an attempt to get closer to his height.

"What was that about?" Your chin lifts, as your arms cross.

His eyes flash - a curl of his lip, "Can't you make my job easy, kid?"

Kid. It always makes you bristle. So far from that, and it's the way he says it. That dripping edge, like he knows something you don't.

"Maybe he was a friend." You deadpan.

"Yeah. Real friendly," He scoffs, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose, "You think your daddy is gonna like you going home with a piece of shit like that?"

That makes your teeth clench - a glare sent his way, "I don't think it's any of your business."

"It's literally my business, sweetheart." Logan huffs. His hands curl around the edge of the bar, braced on either side of your knees.

Your breathing hitches, for just a second. The soft name is ground out between his teeth, but it still shoots straight to your pussy.

You haven't been this close to him before. Enough to see the bleed of brown to green in his hazel eyes. The sharp mark between his brows that you want to press your thumb against.

The shorn-down hair at his chin, before it grows thick across his cheeks. Handsome in a way that makes you ache, your fingers curling into fists to keep from touching him.

There's been moments alone - car rides, lounging in the armchair in the corner of your room when he barks at you to hurry up.

But it hasn't been like this.

Maybe it's the opportunity. Maybe it's the amber glitter of tequila in your veins, but you let your palms press against the shining wood. Your knees inch a little further apart, the hem of your dress riding up your thighs.  

"That the only reason you whisked me away?” Your eyebrow lifts, "Kidnapping, if I recall, is one of the things you're supposed to be keeping me safe from."

"You are safe." He deflects, "'s not kidnapping when it's me.”

Those eyes are still on yours. Not dropping to where his hips nearly press against the edge of the bar top.

You break the eye contact first.

“Well, it’s fine.” You sniff - as if his actions had been your idea, “I didn’t want him anyways.”

Logan grunts. There’s the slightest brush - the flex of his thumb at your thigh, where your dress rides up. A long look before he’s pushing back to step away, but your fingers reach out, catching on his white shirt.

“Are you going to ask me what I do want?”

There’s the slightest twitch of his nose. Lips parting to show the peek of a tongue, caught between teeth. The briefest dip of his eyes. Down to the shadow between your breasts, pressed together as you lean forward to catch him.

“I know what you want, sweetheart.” He rasps, “Not gonna happen.”

The rejection stings, and you pout, “What isn’t?”

A sigh, and he’s stepping back into your space. Your hand flattens against his stomach, hard muscles beneath as his head tilts.

“You want a man to take you home. Treat you nice.” Logan’s eyes burn into you. Wide hands curving around your knees, thumbs pressing into flesh, “I’m not that guy.”

You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. How it thunders to the beat of the music muted outside this room. Dropping down to pulse between your thighs.

Wondering if he’s thought about you, the way you have him. How he could both see and miss so much at once.

“You’re wrong,” Your head shakes, “I don’t want that.”

A breath, before you’re confessing, ”I want you.”

Logan's eyes darken. Fingers pinching against your skin, as he adjusts his grip.

“‘s a bad idea, sweetheart. Supposed to keep you out of trouble.”

Your hands skate lower, fingers tracing the edge of his belt buckle. His nostrils flare - a warning, though he does not move.

“Supposed to keep me out of trouble,” You echo, “But what if I want a little trouble in me?”

The smile you give him is sweet, a tilt of your head as he catches your hand. Thick fingers curl at your wrist, holding your hand in place. A thumb pressed up against your pulse.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.” He rasps, voice low.

You’re undeterred.

“Could get on my knees.” You coo, “You could show me. Would you like that?”

Logan’s jaw grits. His grip loosens just long enough to feel your wrist flex - before he guides your hands, pressing your palms flat against the polished wood.

“It’s not going like that,” He husks. The tone is the same as when he’s ordering you around, one that makes your back go straight, “Those are staying right there. Got that, honey?”

All you can do is nod, as his hands skate up your thighs. Fingers massaging into flesh, soft and smooth as he eases them wider apart. Fitting himself closer between them.

The way he looks at you now is the way he did before.

Focused, as your dress inches higher. The fabric pooling at your hips as they tilt toward him, the pretty lace between your thighs now on display.

“Look at you,” His tongue clucks. A finger tracing the elastic edge, as you clench in anticipation, “Need this, don’t you?”

Drifting across, a thumb pressing against the fabric. It sends a jolt through you, your fingers almost reaching for him before you remember.

“Good girl.” He muses, as your hands flatten again.

The slightest pressure as the pad of his thumb slips up. Nudging against your clothed clit, as you inhale a sharp breath.

Pressing, and circling. It’s agonizingly slow, his eyes flicking up to watch the way you bite back a whimper. Your hips flexing into his touch, aching for more.

It lifts, so he can see how the fabric has dampened. Clinging to your skin, his knuckle tracing your seam.

“Making a mess.”

You can only whine in reply. Afraid that he’ll stop if you make too much noise. If you move - he’s made it clear he’s in charge here, and for once you’re willing to follow.

The pad of his thumb pulling back, a faint shine in the neon-bathed room.

“That for me?”

Your head nods, “Logan, please-”

There’s a sharp flash of teeth. Fingers pressing low, fitting against you, “You want me here?”

“Yes.”

You need him. Need anything he’ll give you, the sharp pinch in your palms where your nails bite into flesh.

“Ask me.” He coos.

“Please put use your fingers,” It comes in a rush, “Want you in me-”

Logan smirks, as his fingers slip beneath the waistband. Air sucked through clenched teeth when he meets slick, soaked skin. A teasing swirl against your clit before he’s parting you.

The tip of his middle finger tracing your hole, before it dips inside. His hips flex against the wooden edge, when you clench around him immediately. Trying to draw him deeper, as he works himself further in.

His fingers are much thicker than yours. A second already tracing where he opens you up. Teasing the tip in as his hand flexes, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit.

Your head tips forward. Each breath growing shorter, as you’re stretched around him. That slight ache unfurling into pleasure. Panting, as the pump of his fingers grow louder - the muffled cadence of skin against skin each time his palm collides with your cunt.

The fabric strains against his hand, his knuckles pressed against the soaked fabric.

Something bright burns in your belly, as your knees press into his hips. It makes you break the rules - a hand grasping at his arm. Anchoring yourself with your grip.

“I wanna watch. Let me see you.”

He lets you. A tap against your hip so you can lift. Carefully pulling your underwear down, easing them over the heels of your boots.

The lace disappears into his jacket pocket. His palms against your inner thighs, spreading you open. A throaty groan when he sees you, one that he can't quite manage to bite back - the rough sound shooting straight through you.

You both watch, when his fingers fit inside you this time. Two sinking down to the knuckle, slick and shining.

Unable to bite back the moan this time, though he does not shush you. His eyes fixed on your face instead, watching how your brow pinches when his fingers crook deep inside you. Searching.

The way you go jolt and then go tense when he finds it, a soft cry loosening.

“You been fucked like this before?” Logan growls, his fingers dragging against that soft spot inside you with his emphasis.

Your head shakes, when he does it again. Eyes dropping to watch his how hand looks, how you wrap around his fingers. The slick shine as they pump a little faster.

His other hand taps against your thigh.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“No,” It comes out hushed. Needy. “Never.”

His lips part with his groan, baring his teeth. With the way he touches you - his thumb moving to rub circles against your clit - it’s not long before he has you close.

A swiftly building pressure in your belly. That space between you eases as your knees close around his hips. His head tilting until his nose ghosts against your cheek.

Breath hot against your neck, as he inhales you. The slightest scrape of teeth that makes you bear down on his fingers - so careful not to leave a mark behind.

“Logan,” You pant. “That feels, ah, I think I’m gonna come-”

He groans against your skin, keeping the same pace. Feeling how you forget yourself - grasping at him, arching into his touch. Your muscles going tight as your breath grows short - panting.

“Give it to me,” Logan growls, “Come on my fucking fingers, baby.”

It’s impossible not to listen. You come, with his thumb pressing against your clit. His fingers notched deep inside you, as he feels your pulse racing beneath his lips.

The moan that rips from you pitches up, and then goes silent.

It leaves you breathless. Deep waves throbbing inside you, as you dampen his palm. Washing over and pulling you under, as your vision darkens.

“That’s fucking it. Come on, honey.” He coos, “Just look at you, so fucking pretty.”

The pump of his fingers goes still, the tips still crooking, as the tight pulses wane. The air comes rushing back into your lungs as you come back to yourself, your hands fisted in his jacket.

His chest heaves. Eyes hungry, when he slips from you. Slick clinging to them, webbing between his fingers as he pulls them up to the light.

Before he’s focusing on you again, his other hand thumbing at your lip.

“Open.”

They part automatically. Closing around the fingers he feeds you. The salt of his skin pairing with the sweet tang of your release, too blissed out to do anything but suck them clean.

“Good girl.”

It’s soft, as his fingers press down. Spreading, until you’ve cleaned yourself from them. Only when they slip from you, does his head dip.

A soft sound as his mouth presses against yours. There’s the sweep of his tongue against your lip, needy and insistent. You part for him, swallowing the moan as he tastes you. Teeth and tongue - deepening the kiss as his hands grip at your waist.

Letting your hands grasp at his shoulders. Tug at his hair until you’re pulled flush against him, your tits crushed against his chest.

Hungry, threatening to devour you, until you mumble his name.

Bringing him back to himself. Sharing a breath, Logan’s forehead pressed to yours when he pulls back. Those spit-slick fingers dropping down.

Palming himself roughly, where his cock strains - thick and hard against his jeans. A bitten-back groan, the word “fuck” rumbling deep in his chest as his hips flex into his hand.

“You going to listen now? Get that out of your system?” It comes out ragged, and you’re nodding.

All your sharp edges smoothed down. Blissfully complacent, as his fingers get a better grip on your waist. Bringing you down to the floor with wobbly legs, his hand coming to grasp at your upper arm.

“Good.” He growls, “Come on.”

A sharp tug, and you almost trip over yourself to follow.

“I’m taking you home.”

ahh I had the idea for this and had to jot it down! and I do know he goes by james/jimmy in the 70s because it’s pre-weapon-x, but I'll be keeping it as logan for this. (And I am thinking this will be a two-shot - give her a chance to get what she wants 😏💖)

[mikelogan]

TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT

Day 17: POC in horror Names & films below the cut

From left to right, top to bottom:

GIF 1: Daniel Kaluuya in Get Out (2017), Amandla Stenberg in Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022), Kid Cudi in X (2022), Betty Gabriel in Get Out (2017), Rahul Kohli in The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), and Jodi Long in Night Swim (2024)

GIF 2: Moses Sumney in MaXXXine (2024), Courtney Taylor in The Invitation (2022), Scatman Crothers in The Shining (1980), T'Nia Miller in The Fall of the House of Usher (2024), Justice Smith in I Saw the TV Glow (2024), and Park So-dam in Parasite (2019)

GIF 3: Sauriyan Sapkota in The Midnight Club (2022), Wunmi Mosaku in His House (2020), Kelvin Harrison Jr. in It Comes at Night (2017), Teyonah Parris in Candyman (2021), Jacob Batalon in Tarot (2024), and Adia in The Midnight Club (2022)

GIF 4: Laurence Fishburne in Event Horizon (1997), Michelle Ang in The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014), Nassim Lyes in Under Paris (2024), Kyliegh Curran in Doctor Sleep (2019), Gong Yoo in Train to Busan (2016), and Levy Tran in The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

GIF 5: Winston Duke in Us (2019), Tahirah Sharif in The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Kang-ho Song in Parasite (2019), Avantika Vandanapu in Tarot (2024), Blair Underwood in Longlegs (2024), and Georgina Campbell in The Watchers (2024)

GIF 6: Steven Yeun in Nope (2022), Sophie Wilde in Talk to Me (2022), Giancarlo Esposito in Abigail (2024), Nathalie Emmanuel in The Invitation (2022), Colman Domingo in Candyman (2021), and Lupita Nyong'o in A Quiet Place: Day One (2024)

GIF 7: Carl Lumbly in The Fall of the House of Usher (2023), Myha'la in Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022), Will Smith in I Am Legend (2007), Moronke Akinola in No One Gets Out Alive (2021), William Chris Sumpter in The Midnight Club (2022), and Natalie Mendoza in The Descent (2005)

GIF 8: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II in Candyman (2021), Cho Yeo-jeong in Parasite (2019), Evan Alex in Us (2019), Aya Furukawa in The Fall of the House of Usher (2023), Sope Dirisu in His House (2020), and Keke Palmer in Nope (2022)

GIF 9: Daniel Jun in The Fall of the House of Usher (2023), Iman Benson in The Midnight Club (2022), Malcolm Goodwin in The Fall of the House of Usher (2023), Kim Su-an in Train to Busan (2016), Djimon Hounsou in A Quiet Place: Day One (2024), and Annarah Cymone in Midnight Mass (2021)

GIF 10: Rahul Abburi in Midnight Mass (2021), Crystal Balint in The Midnight Club (2022), Anthony Ruivivar in The Haunting of Hill House (2018), Liza Soberano in Lisa Frankenstein (2024), Choi Woo-shik in Parasite (2019), and Shahadi Wright Joseph in Us (2019)

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Girls Girls Girls II Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1782

a/n: You guys really came through with so many great requests for Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Reader. We hope you understand that we can't write them all straight away but we'll try to do as many as we can. Based off these two requests. <3

The atmosphere in the Barcelona club was electric. Every movement done inside of it felt like a promise to an eventful evening with endless possibilities. Like a blank canvas waiting to be painted with scenes of the night.

When the clock stroked midnight, Mapi Leon curiously asked her girlfriend while nodding in the direction you were standing: “Have you seen the beauty over there?”

“Are you talking about the girl sitting at the bar?”, Ingrid Engen wanted to know smirking. The Spanish woman replied grinning:” Yes, the one with an old-fashioned in her hands.”  

“She’s gorgeous.”, the midfielder admitted blushing at the sight of you in a stunningly black jumpsuit.  

Innocently Mapi played with a loose string of her hair:” Her glass seems almost empty; do you think we should talk to her?” “I think we should order her a new one.”, the Norwegian suggested warmly.

Enthusiastically the older woman responded:” Yes, I agree.” “I’ll order.”, Ingrid decided. Smiling sweetly at her girlfriend the Spaniard answered: “Thanks.” Afterwards she approached you with a flirty smile:” Hi.”  

“Oh hi.”, you gazed surprised at the two very beautiful women in front of you. Interested the tattooed one wanted to know:” Enjoying your drink?”

“Yes, I know the barkeeper, she and I go to the same Uni, so she always makes something special out of it.”, you told her. She acknowledged that remark with a lifted eyebrow:” Oh, you do?”

“Yes.”, your cheeks turned hot under their attentive eyes. Casually Mapi went on:” What are you studying?” “The arts, I love to paint.”, you answered passionately.

Delighted the Spanish woman muttered:” So you’re an artist.” “I am. Your tattoos are so pretty. What are you and your girlfriend doing? Sorry, I think you’ve not told me your names yet.”, nervously you licked your lips.

 The older woman of the two introduced themselves: “I’m Mapi and that’s Ingrid.” “Nice to meet you both, I’m y/n.”, you remarked in an honest tone.  

A big smile lit up Ingrid’s face: “Nice to meet you too.” “Thanks for the drink.”, you mumbled gratefully lifting you glass with them before taking each a deep sip. Cheerfully the Norwegian waved it off: ”You’re welcome.”

After you three savoured your drinks, Mapi confidently took your and her girlfriend’s hand:” Do you want to dance with us?” “Sure.”, the liquor making you bold in your reply to her question.

Happily, Ingrid got up from the chair she was sitting on a few seconds ago: “Really?”  “Yes, let’s go to the dance floor.”, you said self-assured.

The defender couldn’t help but to observe the reaction of your Uni friend:”Your barkeeper friend doesn’t look amused.” “Oh. But she’s in a relationship.”, you promptly explained.

A sign of relief crossed the older woman’s face:” So she’s got nothing to worry about.” “Exactly.” “Come on.”, impatiently Ingrid pulled both of you to the place people were already dancing.

“Coming!“ You immediately started moving to the music. The rhythm of your bodies in perfect synchronisation. You completely lost focus of your own body, captivated by Ingrids elegant and Mapis more powerful movements.

Mapi winked at you, pulling you close so she could whisper in your ear; “An artist and a good dancer as well.“ You bit back a smile, relieved that your reddening cheeks wouldn’t be visible in the dim light; “You two are not bad either.“

“For football players maybe.“, Ingrid added with a laugh. “Football players?“, you echoed in surprise. “Yes, for FC Barcelona.“, Mapi stated calmly. Your knowledge about football might have been limited but you did know about the Catalan club.

Lost for words, you could only mumble; “Wow.“ Ingrid used your moment of speechlessness to change the subject. “Want to come with us to our place?“, she asked, a carefulness in her voice in case she crossed a line. “Sure.“, you answered without hesitation.

Smiling, Mapi took your hand in hers; “Don’t worry. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.“ “No, I want to come with you. Really.“, you assured her, shaking your head. You refused to let the night end that early.

Ingrid took your other hand; “We should leave then.“ “Yes, let’s go.“, Mapi agreed, leading you both out of the bar after you gathered your jackets and purses.

You were surprised when they opened the door to their apartment to you. It was modern and chic but also very homely at the same time. You immediately felt welcome; “Your apartment is beautiful.“

“Thanks. Ingrid decorated it.“, Mapi grinned proudly. Her girlfriend cheeks went pink; “For the most part.“ “Almost the whole part.“, the defender corrected her amused. You let your gaze wander around the room for a bit longer and commented; “I love it.“

“I know it’s late but would you like some coffee?“, Ingrid offered politely. You smiled; “Yes, I’d like one.“ “I’ll make you one.“ “Thank you.“ “No problem.“, Ingrid waved it off and got to work. You sat down at their kitchen table. While you waited, you took out your notebook and started scribbling into it.

Some of your creative energy needed an outlet. You failed to realise that Mapi took the chair opposite you and watched you draw. Only when her beringed hand reached out for the page, you looked up at her. “Can I see it?“, she asked innocently.

Quickly, you covered your sketches with a hand; “No, I’m not done yet.“ Mapi tried again, giving you her best puppy eyes; “Come on.“ “Later, promise.“ “You should know that I’m very impatient.“, she warned you jokingly. You laughed; “Oh, I’ve noticed.“

“Hey. Rude!“, the defender complained. Ingrid gave her girlfriend a knowing look as she set down three cups of coffee; “No, it’s true.“ Mapis jaw dropped in feigned offense; “Ingrid!“ “Yes?“

But before the couple could continue to bicker, you closed your notebook and wrapped your hands around the mug; “Thanks for the coffee.“ “You’re welcome.“, Ingrid smiled sweetly.

After you tasted the coffee, you announced:” It’s delicious.”   “Do you want to stay overnight?”, the defender asked you curiously. Her and the Norwegian looked expectantly at you when you exclaimed:” Sure. Why not?” “Perfect.”, Ingrid sighed. B

Blushing you mumbled:” “If that’s okay with you.” “It’s.”, the midfielder nodded placing a light kiss on your lips sealing the oral invitation to stay tonight at their place.

Instinctively one hand went to your lips which were still buzzing from the excitement: ”I’ll stay then.” Gleefully Mapi clapped into her hands before kissing you aswell:” We hoped you’d say yes.”

In the morning the Spanish woman noticed, her voice still full of sleep:” Ingrid, she’s gone.”  “Yes, but she left a note with her number, she had to go to uni.”, the younger football player explained, showing her the note you left, on the other side was the sketch you did of them the previous night.

Impressed Mapi whispered:” So that’s what she was working on.” “It’s stunning.”, Ingrid admitted beaming. Suddenly wide awake the defender told her:” Give me her number. I’m going to text her.”  “Here you go.”, the midfielder responded cheerfully.

Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, the Spanish woman replied:” Thanks.” “Did you ask her to come to our next match?”, a hopeful smile was on Ingrid’s lips.

Cheekily Mapi grinned at her: “Maybe.” More serious she added:” It just feels right with her, right?” “It does.”, the Norwegian nodded, pressing a kiss on to her girlfriend’s head.

Since that fateful night at the bar, you’ve met Mapi and Ingrid quite a few times, so naturally you accepted their invitation to come to one of their game, the defender was still injured, while the midfielder was in the starting line of today’s match.

In a low voice Jana Fernadez spoke to you after you sat down next to her:”Y/N, have you seen the photo of you three in the car going around on the internet?” “What? No, I didn’t.”, you answered stunned by that news.

Seriously the younger woman continued:” You might want to look it up.” “Thanks for telling me, Jana.”, you muttered. She gave you an empathetic smile and a pad on the shoulder:” You’re welcome.”

Only a couple of minutes later Mapi showed up with two drinks in her hands, one for her and the other for you, the defender was quickly followed by Alexia:”What did Jana show you?”

“This, they took photos of us three and put them online.”, you revealed, showing her what Jana had hinted at not that long ago. “Wait, let me see.”, Mapi urged you and took a closer look on what the photos were picturing. “Here.”

Mapis brows furrowed as she took in the clear photo of you three together. There was a hint of worry in her eyes when she turned to you; “I’m sorry. I don’t know how or when they took that.“ “We need to tell Ingrid.“, you decided, too many thoughts rushing through your head.

Again, the defender tried to catch your eye; “Ingrid will be fine but how do you feel about it?“ You shook your head, replying blankly; “I’m good.“ “Are you sure?“ “Yes, what do you think?“, you asked her.

Mapi tilted her head before answering; “I don’t mind people knowing that I’m with two pretty girls.“

“And me neither.“, Ingrids voice interjected. She smiled softly at the two of you, her hair still damp from the shower she took after the game. Mapi laughed; “I told you she won’t mind.“

You were silent for a few seconds, only now realising that these two people loved having you in their lives as you loved having them in yours. “Let’s put our own picture out there.“, Ingrid suggested, turning on the front camera of her phone. You smiled; “Alright.“

“Yes, come here. Let’s take on.“, Mapi said and pulled Ingrid towards her. With you in the middle, the two football player pressed kisses on your cheeks for the photo.

Proudly, Ingrid showed you the shots. “Okay, should we title it Girls Girls Girls?“, you asked with a smirk. The Norwegian smiled back at you; “What’s more fitting than that?“ “Yes, we’ll take that one.“, Mapi agreed, taking her girlfriends phone and hitting the post button.

There was nothing you could do but stare at the two women you had come to love so easily. The buzz of your phone in your pocket tore you out of your trance.

It was the first like on your post and it was from your bartending friend who watched you three leave on the first night you met. With a grin you thought back of the happy coincidences that led up to this moment. It must have been fate.

[highvern]

Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes)

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, idiots in love, they’re both big ol’ chickens

Warnings: drinking

Length: ~1k

Note: idiots to lovers is my favorite trope :) I might write some drabbles based on this pair in the future

Sequel: Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II

Related Drabbles:

Pre-Drunk Goggles (in order): Peaches [f], Bite the Bullet [f, h], Jealousy [a, h]

Post-Drunk Goggles (in order): Silk [s], Aphrodite [f, s], Discovery [s], Lucky Me [f], adamas et aurum [f], Honey [s, f], Baby Blues [f]

“You’re cute.” You giggle, dragging out the last syllable in a whine.

Mingyu’s blood freezes, caught between wanting to feed into your drunken stupor and wanting to push you off completely. You’re too close. The smell of your shampoo and perfume clouding his nose, palm burning against the muscle of his chest, teasing smile and hooded gaze drawing him in. The booth in the corner of the packed club was a godsend after hours of dancing and drinking but now Mingyu thinks it might be the place where he dies from cardiac arrest.

You two had been friends for years but lately your relationship toed the line. The friendly dynamic shifted at some point, subtle at the time but echoing loud and clear now. Like a stream changed into rapids before you noticed, sucking one in and swallowing them whole. Lingering touches gave way to heated gazes; tension palpable but never acknowledged. And because neither of you said anything, nothing ever happened; one person always retreating before reaching the point of no return.

Of course the first time you admit any sort of attraction to him is when you’re three sheets to the wind and can barely stand straight. Mingyu himself is no better, mind fogged with the liquor pumping through his veins courtesy of the shots Soonyoung kept distributing. Mingyu can’t speak, tongue dry from the words dying in his throat. All he can see, smell, and feel is you; pressed against him in a way that is less than friendly.

You don’t even bother to conceal the way your eyes are trained on Mingyu’s mouth, mind far away. All your thoughts focus on if his lips are as soft as they look. If you kissed him right now, would he kiss you back? Would he let you touch him? Would he touch you?

Mingyu watches with baited breath as you lean infinitesimally closer, eyes sliding shut, chin lifting slightly. But you’re drunk, and the grace you think you possess left the building long ago. You end up collapsing face first into Mingyu’s neck, lips sliding against the hot skin causing the muscles underneath to jump in surprise. You’ve already accepted the change of direction, now content to take a rest in the crook of his shoulder as the thud of music lulls you closer to sleep.

“W—“ Mingyu clears his throat, “we should go.”

You hum in agreement but make no effort to move away.

“Y/N, baby,” he shakes you gently, “let’s go home.”

With Herculean effort, and gentle prodding from your best friend, you leave the safety and warmth of Mingyu’s body to shimmy out of the booth. When Mingyu gets up after you, he places his hand to the small of your back to guide you to the exit.

Once outside, you wrap around each other again, like magnets that can’t be pulled apart. The sudden chill of midnight air has you turning back into his chest, the arm previously on your back curling low on your waist. Mingyu uses his free hand to order an Uber, resting his chin on your head while the app loads.

“We didn’t say bye to everyone.” You mumble into his T-shirt.

“They’ll be fine.” Mingyu laughs, focusing on his phone.

“You said that last time and Chan still called at 3am to ask if we got home safe.”

We. The simple word has Mingyu’s ears turning red. We, like you’re a couple. We, like you're going home to an apartment you share rather than the one you live alone in and he finds himself crashing at more and more frequently. He brushes off the thought, choosing to focus on getting a car as soon a possible.

Not one to be ignored, you turn your gaze upwards, chin now resting against Mingyu’s sternum. The shift breaks his attention from his phone and he looks down his nose at you.

“Just text the group, pretty sure a few of them left already anyway.” He dares to drop a quick kiss to your furrowing brow, pleased when it relaxes under his lips.

“Ubers here.” Mingyu steps back, snagging your hand to pull you behind him.

The ride home is a blur. The heat of Mingyu’s arm under your cheek and the way his fingers play with yours on his lap keep you from falling asleep completely but you remain in the hypnotic state between wakefulness and dreams. Here you can pretend Mingyu is your doting boyfriend, that all the sweet drunk kisses and daring touches have a deeper meaning.

When you feel the car slow to a stop you open your eyes to the driver pulling up to the curb in front of your apartment. Mingyu is gently ushering you out of the backseat and into the warmth of the lobby as quickly as possible.

While waiting for the elevator, you invade his space once more. In your mind, the need for warmth is the perfect excuse to disregard the usual touching limit you impose on yourself. It’s easy to get addicted to having Mingyu like this and you dread the hurt that’ll come if you let yourself be too greedy. But tonight, you let your arms wrap around his waist once again and fall into him.

When the elevator chimes its arrival, Mingyu tries to keep your bodies intertwined and walk you backwards into the compartment. He stumbles the entire way, having to balance for two since you’re barely trying to hold yourself up. All you can do is whine at him to be more careful and he does everything he can not to crowd you against the wall and kiss you until you’re both gasping for air.

More stumbles, more giggles, and a crushed foot later, you finally make it into your apartment. Shoes discarded at the door, you pull Mingyu down the hall to your room. You change into your pajamas in silence, an oversized T-shirt for you (Mingyu doesn’t comment on the fact that it looks suspiciously like the one he noticed missing weeks ago), and a pair of sweat shorts for him (you don’t comment on how his bare chest is giving you less than friendly thoughts). As you both dive under the covers, moving to settle yourselves amongst the soft sheets, sleep rushes to takeover.

You’re mumbling something against Mingyu’s chest that he can’t quite decipher but the movement of your lips on his bare skin makes his heart lurch and his stomach twist in knots. However, it's the gentle kiss you leave on his collarbone before drifting into your dreams that leaves his mind in a tailspin.

Tomorrow. He thinks. He’ll tell you everything he’s feeling tomorrow.

[anim-ttrpgs]

Songs for Eureka Sessions: Investigation Scenes (low-stakes) or Meal Scenes

Masterpost of Eureka song lists & how to choose good music for any TTRPG session.

Douglas' Blues - Parasite Eve II

Out of Phase - Parasite Eve

Alone in Town - Silent Hill 2

Reasoning - Death Note

Something Stirring - Scooby-doo

Snooping Around - Scooby-doo

Another Mystery - Scooby-doo

Pandering - Scooby-doo

Arriving at the Scene - Scooby-doo

Grounds of Mystery - Scooby-doo

Puzzle 1 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 2 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 3 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 4 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 5 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 8 - Puzzle Agent

Puzzle 11 - Puzzle Agent

Freshly Squeezed - Twin Peaks

The Zombie - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Legacy of Terror - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Mr. R I N G - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Chopper - Kolchak: The Night Stalker

Deep Cover - Hotline Miami

A Stray Child - Silent Hill 3

Whirling-In-Rags - Disco Elysium

The Stalkers - Dredge

Little Dark Age (instrumental) - Mgmt

Kitty Horrorshow - Tenement

The Process - The Big O

Nevermore - autoisolation

Into the Mist - autoisolation

Clues 08 - L.A. Noire

Clues 04 – L.A. Noire

Safe Room - Signalis

Ritual – Signalis

Intro – Death Note

Max: Panama – Max Payne 3

E5M3 – Sigil

Max Payne Theme – Max Payne

Cannot Hear – Monster

Dogtective - Louie Zong

Clues 01 – L.A. Noire

Clues 02 – L.A. Noire

Floor 6, Please – Atrium Carceri

Norwegian Horror Saga – Manet

End of Small Sanctuary – Silent Hill 3

Fear of the Dark – Silent Hill

Tears of – Silent Hill

Otherside – Silent Hill

Delirious and Devoured – Manet

Aucun Cave

The Obsession Begins Tomorrow - Shadowdream

Der Angler – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

The First Pain – Heroin and Your Veins

Secret – Somewhere off Jazz Street

Ulterior Motives – autoisolation

Lights Out – Cities Last Broadcast

Street Tattoo – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Constant Fear – Bohren & Der Club of Gore

Nighthawks – Lowering

Vendredi Noir – Manet

Radio Silence – Joal Fausto & Illusion Orchestra

Sand in Lungs – Heroin and Your Veins

Intoxication – Heroin and Your Veins

Bad Luck – Heroin and Your Veins

Full Moon and Dry Humour – Heroin and Your Veins

Miles to Midnight – Atrium Cerceri, Cities Last Broadcast, and God Body Disconnect

Sorry Sir, You Are in the Wrong Room – Atrium Carceri

Daisuke – Hotline Miami

Hotline – Hotline Miami

Crystals – Hotline Miami

Electric Dreams – Perturbator

It’s Safe Now – Hotline Miami

Interlude – Hotline Miami 2

Rust – El Huervo

Ghost Town – Parasite Eve II

Gentle, Two – Kairo

Untitled 2 – The Green Kingdom

Sigh of Relief – Parasite Eve II

Rain of Brass Petals – Silent Hill 3

Morning Calm – Silent Hill 2

Rusty Lake Theme – Victor Butzelaar

Guided Meditation – Old Future Fox Gang

Sherry’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

A Cold Day in Hell – Max Payne

Ada’s Theme – Resident Evil 2

Tailing a Lead – L.A. Noire

Mona: The Professional – Max Payne 2

Address Unknown – Max Payne 2

Hourglass – The Guest

Omniverse – The Guest

The Marshalling Yard (Latter Half) – Resident Evil 2

Bless This Mess – West of Loathing: Reckonin’ at Gun Manor

[twodogs-twocats]

The Maskmaker and the Masked - Part II (Sleep Token’s III x fem reader) - 18+, NSFW

As your work on the new Sleep Token masks progresses, your relationship reaches new levels during a night out. Turn on your favorite spicy dance tunes to add to your reading pleasure.

Warnings: Smut - 18+, Minors DNI. Fingering, toy play, public sex.

Part I 🖤 Part III

You had never been a religious person, but you were becoming quite devout. As III straddled your body, his long legs like a steeple, his fingers danced between your thighs rubbing you lightly over your underwear. You whined and bucked your hips. “Please,” you whimpered, a prayer for pleasure.

For two weeks it had been like this: You were staying at the manor, spending most of your day diligently crafting the new masks for the band. The work was intense, almost spiritual in nature, consuming your every waking moment. Well, every moment except those that happened at night, when you wound up in III’s bedroom where he thoroughly consumed you.

III pushed your underwear to the side so that his fingers could explore your warmth, already wet with anticipation. His eyes gazed hungrily at you, as his other hand reached up towards your throat. He placed just enough pressure on your delicate neck to make breathing difficult. A crackly moan escaped your lips.

“You make the prettiest fucking sounds for me dear,” he whispered, his fingertips creating white indents on your skin. “But we can’t get too excited just yet.”

After your first time together, the sex had quickly escalated into something desperate, passionate, and savage. Every night, buried in the mismatch fabrics of III’s bed at the manor, the two of you explored the boundaries of each other’s physicality - everything from making love to fucking. There was something about him that inspired your creativity, left you always wanting to try something new. Tonight was no exception.

III’s hand on your throat remained while his other hand left your dripping core, beginning to trace long, lazy lines up and down your thighs. You were wearing a very short black leather skirt and a corseted top that left little to the imagination. III looked handsome in tight black jeans and a long-sleeve black dress shirt, which he had unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. He wore his stage mask, now shifted slightly above his lips. “Are you ready to do this?” he asked.

Your time at the manor had been busy, but fun. The boys and their team took good care of you, and had even taken you out sightseeing a few times. On one of your outings, you had passed by a nightclub. Deep booming bass vibrated under your feet, and red light poured from the behind the door. The whole place looked very hole-in-the-wall, but what really caught your eye was the rather beautifully carved mask the bouncer was wearing.

You had been walking with III, his large hand wrapped around yours, while you tried to conspicuously observe the club.

“It’s a fun place,” he said, noticing where you were looking. “We come here from time to time because everyone at the club is required to wear a mask. Just makes things easier for us.”

“Seriously?” You asked. “Isn’t that a bit.. well, dangerous? Anyone could get away with anything?”

III winked down at you. “That’s sort of the point love.”

And that’s how the idea came to you - a night out at the club with III. That is, if the two of you could manage to leave the bed. “Ugh, I suppose we should get going,” you said, rolling out from underneath his massive frame.

“I mean, we could certainly stay, if you prefer,” he said. You noticed a bulge straining against his tight jeans. Clearly neither of you had any sense of self-control.

“It’s going to be fun,” you winked at him, smoothing out your hair. “Trust me.” At this, you reached into your purse and pulled out a small silicone toy and a remote control.

III’s eyes widened for a moment, and then he gifted you a devilish grin.

You took a taxi through the golden dreamscape of London at midnight to arrive at the club. Behind the bouncer, behind a black painted door, were masked revelers partying on a red-lit dance floor. The place was packed, the music loud and sensual. The smell of sweat and perfume filled your nostrils. You were quickly overwhelmed.

III placed his hand on the small of your back. “I’m right here,” he spoke into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned back into him, his body warm and strong. Even surrounded by so much stimuli, his presence commanded your attention.

You stopped at the bar, then made your way to the dance floor. You managed to find a small square of empty space. The music was some slow electro-beat with a driving bass that echoed in your chest. III immediately placed his hands on your waist, pulling your close. He looked beautiful, his black hair hung loose around his mask, his chest already gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. You were wearing an elegant silver masquerade mask you had designed yourself.

“You look beautiful tonight” His voice was faint, even though he was yelling in your ear. The minty smell of his breath drew you in, your lips just a breath away from his as you replied, “I’ll look more beautiful once I’m dancing.”

“I do not doubt that one bit,” he chuckled as he drew your hips closer. The strong muscles of his legs rubbing up against your thighs lit a fire in your core. You began to sway to the music.

III was an excellent dancer. He led you gently, throwing in some rather ridiculous moves that made you laugh. It was your first time out of the manor just the two of you, and you were having an amazing time. The alcohol in your systems loosened you both up quickly. III’s hands became more adventurous running up and down your waist and your backside. You took the opportunity to turn around, grinding your ass against him. His breath caught as he savored the friction of your hips.

“Naughty girl,” he growled. He kept one hand gripped tightly on your hipbone, while his other hand reached down to trace small circles high up your inner thigh. That heat in your belly grew stronger, your breath picking up. The fever of strangers’ bodies as they danced filled the air around you, but all you could focus on was III, as his fingers made their way up underneath your skirt.

His hand on your hip left for a brief moment. You leaned back into him, letting him support your weight as you swayed to the music. His other hand still lingered inches away from the lining of your underwear.

All of a sudden, you felt a vibration begin inside of you, hitting you right on the spot that made your knees buckle. This is what you had been waiting for. A chance to play a risky game with III. A chance to let him have his way with you in full view of others.

A fiery pleasure spread from your core up through your belly. You arched your head back into III’s chest. The music now changed to a fast-tempo sultry pop beat, and the pace of your sway increased to meet it. III brought his other hand back to circle gently around your neck, as he began to kiss your jaw. His fingers under your skirt resumed their exploration, playing with the edges of the fabric of your thong.

Your cheeks burned as you glanced around the crowd to see if anyone was watching you two, but with all the masks it was hard to tell. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own worlds of rhythm and sweat, but for all you knew you could be giving someone a very sexy show. Especially now that III’s hand had left your neck to land at your waist, his thumbs hooking underneath your shirt.

The vibrator inside of you was starting to build. Your eyes rolled up and you whimpered, the sound absorbed by the music. III’s fingers hooked the fabric of your underwear to the side and he started to circle your clit, the action somewhat hidden by the fabric of your skirt. His cock pressed into your backside, and you ground your ass against him. His chest vibrated as he groaned.

Your knees started to wobble as your orgasm approached. You couldn’t believe you were going to come in front of all these people but you didn’t care. Not when III was starting to trace his tongue up and down your neck, his mask pushed up to just under his nose. The music was building to a frantic pace. The bodies around you were a vibrant pulsating mass. All that mattered was III, one hand in your drenched pussy, one hand now fully up your shirt playing with your breasts, his mouth on your neck, and the remote controlled vibrator laying a steady rhythm deep inside you. The two of you were laid bare on your altar, the masked figures around you were your devotees, the music a hymn sung in your honor.

You could feel III’s movements growing sloppy, his cock now fully hard in his jeans. There were no words spoken between you, only the sweat and pull of your bodies. The song reached a soaring peak and you came with the music, your body arching into III’s. His grip tightened, his hand on your clit guiding you through your orgasm.

As you came down you could barely stand. III turned you around and kissed you deeply, taking your weight as you collapsed into him.

In the back seat of the taxi, sweaty and tired, III gazed at you with heavy lids.

“This was the best night I’ve had in a long time love,” his voice was tired but he sounded happy. “I don’t get to do this often. And I’m glad I got to do it with you. You have the most beautiful mind. I like the dirty things it comes up with.”

“What can I say III, you bring it out in me,” you yawned, and III pulled you into his side.

“Stay with me tonight?”

You giggled. “Of course, where else would I go?”

He hesitated for a moment. “You will go home eventually right? Once you finish the masks.”

This thought was crossing your mind more and more. You knew you were getting close to being done, but you were not in the mood to talk about it now. The thought of leaving III an ocean away left an ache in your chest and you needed to ride the high of what had just happened a little longer.

“Eventually. But not yet.” You gave him a soft kiss and snuggled closer, but inside, your heart began to crumble into pieces.

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.9 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover II

| Masterlist |

"WHAT THE FUCK!" the boy's Australian accent echoed throughout the room, making the employees stare at the group of seven.

"What the hell did you guys do? Zak's texting me about it because you aren't picking up your phone." His older teammate explained making everyone stare at the usually timid boy.

He patted his jeans and hoodie, "I can't find my phone, do one of you have it?" He asked his friends making the three check around but finding nothing, "Call Alex he's still in the room, maybe I've left it there." He said making Y/n reach for the phone but finding nothing, Arthur and Logan, checked for theirs but did not find them either.

"What the fuck?" Y/n asked, "Where are all our phones?" She looked at the older men for answers.

Max and Charles looked disappointed and Lando looked like all his prayers had been answered, "Finally, I'm not the irresponsible kid of the grid!" He exclaimed gleefully making the four shoot glares at him, Oscar most annoyed of all, threw his table napkin at his teammate.

"Wait, Oscar, what's on your hand?" Max asked, reaching out to hold the younger boy's hand, pushing the sleeve of his hoodie up to reveal a haphazardly placed blue stamp. "Seriously, y'all went to-" Max expressed his disbelief as the others rolled up their sleeves to find the same stamp.

"Who let you guys in? You can't get in without a sponsor?" Max asked.

"of course, you'd know about a club like that," Charles remarked, making Lando laugh and nudge his friend and Max rolled his eyes at the antics of the two men sitting on either side of him.

"Wait, fuck, I remember- My friend got us in," Y/n spoke up, getting flashbacks of the night before.

"Of course," Arthur began but then remembered a memory of his own, "Oh my god, we went to the hospital too, 'cause I fell... from somewhere," he groaned.

"Did we go to the zoo? why do I have so many scratches?" Oscar complained, looking at his arms.

"Oh my god, Y/n look at your face!" Logan whisper-yelled, making everyone stare at the young woman.

"Wha- rude!" she said but pulled Lando's phone out of his hand, turning on the camera. "WHAT THE FUCK!" she screeched, touching her nose, which was turning black and blue, much like the bruises on Arthur and Logan.

Arthur poked at her eyebrow making her hiss, as she swatted his hand away, "What the fuck even happened?" she asked and looked around, passing the phone back to Lando.

"Okay, okay, wait, timeline time," Oscar said, making everyone turn to him.

"Like the Hangover?" Logan asked, "Exactly," his friend replied.

"Okay, so, we were in the club till midnight," Arthur began.

"Then we went out to get food to McDonalds, till like 1, I think," Logan continued.

"And then we went to my club," Y/n said, with a look of regret.

"That's where you all lost your phones," Max said, making everyone look at him for an explanation, "they take people's phones away so people can have privacy." The Dutchman shrugged.

"Wait but didn't we call you?" Y/n asked.

"Yes, from Lando's phone,"

"Lando, you were there the whole time!?" Oscar yelled, looking at his teammate accusingly,

"I so wasn't," he yelled back, I was at the club with Carlos," he said.

"oh okay, yeah, that explains it," Y/n shrugged,

"Anyways, I met, the four of you while going home, but you all DRAGGED me to where you all were going," He continued, "Y/n and Arthur already had a hospital band around their wrists, I think maybe that's where the 20k went,"

"Fucking American healthcare," Y/n exhaled as she touched her nose again.

"And you all stole my phone and called Max like a Billion times, and then Max and Charles got there and Arthur and Logan began climbing a fucking building and Oscar and y/n kept going onto the road."

Everyone looked at him dumbfounded, finally the only reaction was Arthur running out of the room to throw up.

"Lightweight," Y/n and logan said at the same time, laughing after they realised.

"Uh, Y/n," Charles called out to the girl, scrolling on his phone, "Did you post on your account, last night?

"FUUUUCK"

we are scandalingggggggg, next is the last chapter of the Hangover saga 😥 kinda sad but I've got a lot planned for later!

But what do you guys prefer? Writing, Insta-styled posts or fake texts? or a combination of all three?

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com

[hischierdevils]

Uh-oh | J.H.

note: this was based on the song Uh-Oh by Tate McRae.

summary: you try to avoid jack to hide your feelings but it’s harder than you think 

warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT below the cut! 

wc: 2.1K

Part II

You make me really, really good at makin' bad decisions All my friends know where to look every time I go missin' Seven texts and two missed calls Know I can't ignore 'em all Said that I'm gonna be sleepin' at mine I lied 

Jack had been blowing up your phone since you arrived at the club with your friends. You ignored him, vowing to yourself that you were done with the games. The back and forth of your situationship was becoming too much for you and you didn’t want to do it anymore. 

“I thought you were done messing around with Jack?” Your friend asks you as your phone starts to ring on the table with an incoming phone call. 

“I am.” You respond as you send Jack to voicemail. You notice a couple texts from him before you lock your phone screen. Ignoring them, you get up in search of more alcohol. 

The more you drink, the harder it is for you to ignore his texts and phone calls. Dancing with cute strangers isn’t enough when you know that the man you want to be with wants to be with you too. 

“Where are you going?” One of your friends questions you as you walk back to the booth and pull on your coat. 

“I’m heading home, I'm kind of tired.” You lie easily as your phone begins to buzz in your pocket again. 

She gives you a knowing look. “It’s not even midnight yet, y/n. How are you getting home?” She knows that’s not where you’re going but she plays along anyway. 

“I’ll get an uber. See you guys later.” 

Uh-oh, I couldn't help myself I'm almost at your house again, again Uh-oh, I'm one foot in the door My clothes are on your floor again, again

As soon as you’re outside you answer your phone. “Y/n! I’ve been calling for-”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” You cut Jack off, not wanting to draw the conversation out. 

You can hear him smile on the other end of the phone. “I’ll buzz you in.” 

You don’t allow yourself time to second guess your decision as you uber to Jack’s building. He buzzes you in like he said he would and you make your way to his door quickly. 

“Since when do you make me wait?” Jack questions as he opens the door for you. 

“I told you we can’t do this anymore.” You answer as you pull him down to you by his t-shirt and kiss him deeply. 

He groans into the kiss as he turns the two of you and kicks the door closed behind him. “You always say that.” He begins tugging at the hem of your shirt so you pull away from him, raising your arms so he can lift it off of you. “You never mean it.”

Once you’re standing in front of him in just your bra, he leads you into his bedroom, pulling his own t-shirt off as he goes. Before you can undo the button on your jeans, he’s unclasping your bra. He bends down to pull one nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other one between his fingers. 

“Oh.” You gasp as you arch your back, pushing your breast more into his mouth. He uses his free hand to help you remove your jeans and underwear so you’re standing before him completely naked. 

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles before moving his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as the first. 

This is what makes your situation with him so messy. Sex isn’t just sex with him, he’s always so intimate with you but then claims he doesn’t want anything more. It’s led to feelings on your part and you getting hurt over and over again. 

“Just fuck me, Jack.” You beg as you pull at the waistband of his shorts. 

Roll your eyes like you do Shoulda known it's always the same with you Tryin' not to feel our connection But, oh my god, it's kinda temptin'

“You’re so needy, baby.” He rolls his eyes as he pushes you onto the bed. You want to point out that he was the one that texted you seven times but before you can open your mouth, he’s spreading your legs apart and kissing the inside of your thigh. “Let me make you feel good.” He tells you before sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“Oh my god.” You moan and squeeze his head between your knees, effectively keeping him right where you want him. You run your hands through his hair, softly tugging at the roots as he runs a finger over your wet folds before inserting it inside of you. “Jack…” 

“That’s right baby, say my name.” He mumbles against you and the vibration from his voice sends an extra jolt of pleasure to your core. You feel a familiar coil in your stomach as he inserts a second finger inside of you. 

You’re a moaning mess in seconds as he continues to suck on your clit and pump his fingers in and out of you, hitting just the right spot. “Jack I'm gonna…” 

“Come for me, pretty girl.” He removes his tongue from your clit and replaces it with his thumb, rubbing it in just the right way that you arch your back right off the bed. 

“Fuck, Jack.” Your voice comes out breathy as your control completely shatters and your orgasm takes over your body. He keeps his fingers inside of you, feeling your walls spasm as you come down from your high, before he pulls away from you to remove his shorts and boxers. 

His hard cock hits his stomach as he stands in front of you and you can see a glint of pre-cum on his tip as he uses his hand to pump it a few times. “I want you to ride me.” He tells you as he pulls a condom out of his night stand and puts it on. 

“Okay.” You push yourself up on your elbows, panting heavily as you make eye contact with him. He’s looking at you softly and before you have time to try to decipher what he’s thinking, he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

He gets on the bed beside you and sits up against the headboard before he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him. “You’re so perfect.” He mumbles as you straddle his hips. Your heart swells at his words, wishing for the millionth time that he actually meant them. 

Placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you slowly line him up at your entrance. As you sink down on him, he leans forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan into his mouth as he stretches you and he gives you a moment to adjust before thrusting into you. 

“Yes, yes…” Your fingers are in his hair as he wraps his arms around your upper body, pulling your chest into his face again. He takes turns licking your nipples and praising you as he thrusts up into you. 

The sweet words he’s whispering send you to the edge faster than usual and you find yourself pushing his head away from you. “I thought you wanted me to ride you?” You question as you begin to rock your hips, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. 

He smiles and flicks your left nipple as he watches you ride him. “Yes, y/n, fuck.” He groans as you start bouncing up and down on his cock. His hands make their way to your hips again, guiding you to grind on him. “I know you’re close, baby.” 

You close your eyes, the loving way he’s looking at you is almost too much for you to bear. “I-” His lips are on yours again as he wraps one arm around your upper body and brings his other hand to your hair. You moan as he tugs on your hair, the slight pain just enough to send you over the edge again. 

“Such a good girl.” Jack murmurs as you collapse against his chest, your body still twitching from the second orgasm. “You take me so well, y/n.” He kisses your forehead again before gently laying you on your back so he can kneel between your legs. 

“Jack. I can't…again.” You try to catch your breath as he leans down to kiss you again. 

“Yes you can, pretty girl.” If he hears the double meaning in your words he doesn’t acknowledge it. “One more time.” 

“Jack.” You moan as he enters you again. His hands are on either side of your head and he presses his forehead to yours as he pumps into you.

“Fuck, baby you feel so good.” He groans as his pace picks up. “Kinda glad you made me wait.” He chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose. 

You’re having trouble remembering why you were avoiding him in the first place. As you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching, you reach up and wrap your hands around his neck. Pulling him down to you, you kiss him hard, nipping at his bottom lip before licking over the sore spot. He moans into your mouth as he bottoms out and then quickly pulls out of you. 

“What are yo-” 

He slams himself back into you and you immediately see stars as his thrusts become more erratic, clearly chasing his high. You lift your legs, crossing your ankles behind his back so he can have the best angle. 

He places sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he intertwines the fingers on his left hand with yours. “Together, okay?” He says through gritted teeth. 

All you can manage is a nod as he places his right hand on your chin. “You’re mine baby you know that right?” 

You whimper as he hits your g-spot and he smirks as your eyes nearly roll back in your head. “Such a good girl taking all of me.” 

“Jack…” You’re at the edge of the cliff again, your legs shaking from being around his waist. 

“Me too, baby. Let go.” He kisses you gently as you both orgasm, his body stilling as he spills into the condom.  

I get a little drunk and it's all I want Tomorrow I'll be sick, but tonight I'm numb Uh-oh, now we can just pretend We won't do it again, again, again

He pulls out of you and makes sure you’re comfortable before walking into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. 

With shaking legs, you get off the bed and attempt to find all of your discarded clothes. There’s marks all over your neck and chest from him and your nipples are still so sensitive you’re not sure if you can put your bra back on. 

“Where are you going?” Jack’s surprised to find you standing up when he comes back into the room. 

“Home.” You respond as you pull your underwear back on. You shouldn’t have come here tonight. 

Jack picks his t-shirt up off the floor and hands it to you. “It’s late, y/n. Let’s go to bed and I’ll bring you home in the morning.”

You hesitate for a moment as you stare at his shirt in your hands. You shouldn’t stay the night. Deep down you know that but you’d been drinking earlier and it’s always harder to resist your feelings for him when you’ve got a little alcohol in your system. 

“Do you want some water?” He asks you as he pulls on his boxers and shorts. He knows you’re not going anywhere. 

You put his t-shirt on and nod. “Are my makeup wipes still in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, right where you left them baby.” He goes into the kitchen to get you both some water as you make your way into the bathroom to take off your makeup and put your hair up.

Even though he said it, you’re a little surprised to find your things exactly where you left them. You didn’t think you were the only girl he had over but your basket of things on the corner of his bathroom counter had you questioning your beliefs. 

Once you’re both back in bed, he pulls you close to his chest, kissing your forehead before resting his cheek against your head. “Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Jack.” You know tomorrow you’re going to wake up and regret falling back into his bed. But with the way he’s holding you right now, it’s easy to let yourself believe that he actually has feelings for you. “This is the last time.”

“Okay.” He chuckles and presses a kiss into your hairline. “Whatever you say.”

[theageofcaravel]

Rose-Coloured Boy Index

— Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Plot: Jamie Tartt and Y/N have been best friends since primary school. The pair had fallen out once graduation hit, both of them going their separate ways; Jamie finally kicking off (pun intended) his football career, and Y/N finally walking through the doors of her cinematographer career. One day, they cross paths in the corridors of Nelson Road, Y/N getting the assignment to make a mini docuseries of one of the football clubs in England, hers being AFC Richmond.

Overall warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, depression and anxiety, past abuse and trauma, trauma bonding, mentions of smut, panic attacks, angst, fluff, cussing LOTS of it, family issues, projecting

CHAPTERS:

Chapter I: Reeling in the Midnight Streets

Chapter II: Lovely to Sit Between Comfort and Chaos

Chapter III: Turn Tonight, Firelight (coming soon)

Chapter IV: So Long, Daisy May (coming soon)

Chapter V: Every Corner of This House is Haunted (coming soon)

Chapter VI: Fever in a Shock Wave (coming soon)

Chapter VII: The Stars in Your Eyes (coming soon)

Chapter VIII: Death for Your Secrets (coming soon)

Chapter IX: Dance in the Kitchen, Chase Me Down the Hallway (coming soon)

Chapter X: Do You Think it Means Something? (coming soon)

MORE COMING SOON!!

MISCELLANEOUS:

playlist

pinterest board : includes visuals and an idea for cast members (original characters that come up within the book and the cannon characters within the Ted Lasso universe)

[babycakezfix]

🍒Favorite Fics🍒

MDNI, 18+

all of the following contain smut

Last Updated: 01/30/24

*none of these are my works, just wonderful amazing fics that ive found, all credit goes to the wonderful authors, also none of the gifs are mine💋*

ps: I will continually update when I find more gold 🫶

Joel Miller

ONESHOTS

Dangerous - enimies to lovers, post breakout, slight angst, smut

Starving - strangers to lovers, smut, slight angst, post-breakout

For Science - friends to lovers, period sex, comfort/fluff

Crave - strangers to lovers, smut, sex worker reader

stranger than a stranger - manipulation, very dark joel, NONCON, perv joel, smut

patrol - caught masturbation, patrol w/ joel, smut

lazaretto - sex pollen, feral joel, !!!!NONCON!!!!

hunger - sex pollen, dubcon, after starving you and joel eat mysterious berries, slight brat!reader, age gap

healed - injured!reader, freinds to lovers, almost noncon (but joel saves reader)

one bed - smut :), stubborn joel (as always), pining (kinda)

alone and forsaken - cockwarming, hurt/comfort, horny!reader, their desperate

buzz - dbf joel, innocent (ish) reader, alcohol, smoking weed, age gap (legal)

truth or dare - dubcon!!! (but reader initiated everything), reader had a sex dream about modurn!au joel and was dared to see how far he'd go, age gap, rough, actually disgusting :)

SERIES

his favorite girl, part i - absolutely amazing, slight smutish? guitar playing joel, no outbreak au, angst

sensational; part ii - find part one on the fic, innocent reader, friends to lovers, smut, angst

Aches - perv joel (🫶), friends to lovers, innocent reader, smut

thoughts - part 2 to aches, friends to lovers, smut

monsters - enemies to lovers-ish, joel and reader clash, reader used to be innocent but now both her and joel are kinda "monsters" as the title says, but they both have a soft spot for ellie

teeth - tension finally breaks, smut, joel makes it seem like a business transaction but they are literally in love with each other <3

one thing i'm missing - literally the sweetest, most amazing joel fic out there. soft!joel, and soft!reader, they're blind, pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

feelings on fire - reader is back home from college to her extremely religious parents, joel miller is the new neighbor, corruption, age gap, inexperienced/virgin reader, joel kinda scares me in this ngl

Din Djarin

ONESHOTS

First - (a03 link) virgin din, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

where to start - virgin din (virgin din owns my heart), slight dom reader, fluffish

virgin mando - virgin din, shy din, slight dom reader, fluff

holy terrain - friends to lovers, sex pollen, clueless readrr, reader gets sex pollen, smut

sex pollen - sex pollen trope, fluff, smut

in the darkness - slight noncon? but enjoys it? smut, jedi reader, entering mandos dreams

midnight excursions - late night surprises, friends to lovers, awkward reader, smut, slight dom mando

just like that - virgin reader, dom mando, one bed kinda, fluff, smut

body heat - filth, absolutely wonderful, dom mando, its cold, basically anything by @absurdthirst is actually amazing, please read their whole ass masterlist 🙏🙏

blue crush - sex pollen, dubcon, rough, it's your birthday

gut wrenching - sex pollen (theres gonna be a lot of these), dubcon, thigh riding, kinda mean mando

chemical feelings - sex pollen (again), mando affected, slight voyeurism

heat - broken air conditioning and forced proximity

to be taken care of - drunk!mando, soft din, drunk sex, feeeelinggss

just a little taste - inexperienced!din, brothel, sex work (but not reader)

focus - telepathic reader, established situationship, slight dom!din, fantasies

cherry waves - sex pollen, affected!reader, mando lends a helping hand

cutting it close - din and reader are bounty hunting in a busy club, they cant be seen, fake dating-ish?

somno - very!dark!din, NONCON, somnophilia, alcoholic reader

one stowaway, why not two - sex pollen, bounty!reader, service top din, helmet stays on, dubcon

take good care - sex pollen, dubcon, service top din, this is so good, please read

deep into the wilderness - sex pollen, dubcon, din gets bit by a snake, desert sex (tatooine)

Frankie Morales

SERIES

pt. 1 endorphins - addict!frankie, best friend reader, (sex instead of drugs), this fic is actually so amazing

pt. 2 addicted - shower sex, masturbation

Ezra (Prospect)

ONESHOTS

sex pollen - (what did we expect guys, im obsessed) dubcon

Bucky Barnes

ONESHOTS

dry humping - sub bucky, smut

win you over - bathroom sex, pining, distractions, fake dating

try to relax - forced proximity, enimies to lovers, locked in a room for hours, weed!use, slight? dubcon cause of said weed, pining

SERIES

kneel, pray and obey - father barnes, literally unholy, smut, innocent reader

unholy sacrifice - 3some, smut, unholy, smutttt, innocent reader

Natasha Romanoff

ONESHOTS

stimulation - sub nat, nipple play, smut, fluffish, established relationship

straight a student - dom nat, smut, teacher x student

Wanda Maximoff

SERIES

cute little family - dark, daddy nat, mommy wanda, wandanat, innocent reader, smut, part 1 is linked to fic

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

ONESHOTS

the panic of love - fluff, angst, smut, very fluffy smut, feeelinggss (ik, but its worth it). hes such a gentleman

Tate Langdon

ONESHOTS

ouija board - tate has been watching reader for awhile, she and her friends decide to use an ouija board, kinda? dubcon?, soft!tate, smut

eyeliner - pining, idiots in love, tate being a teenage boy!, he's honestly feral in this one

Jimmy Darling

ONESHOTS

i held my nose and took a drink - this fic is so good trust me, reader is hypnotist, love potion (sex pollen trope), drunk jimmy, its sex pollen so dubcon, they've always had a crush on each other

chantilly lace - virgin!reader, soft smut, the tupperware party, friends pressure reader into seeing jimmy, jimmy being so sweet so charming so amazing i love him so much. oh also prostitute!jimmy

Kyle Spencer

(these are probably all going to be franken!kyle cause he's so babygirl)

ONESHOTS

in the end of the night, i can feel your warmth - franken!kyle, primal?ish?, kyle does stuff off of instinct, praise, sweet kyle, sexual guidance/coaching

feed my frankenstein - primal!kyle, franken!kyle, stripper!reader, zoe and madison are irresponsible(in this), biting, rough smut, blood

unsupervised tablet time - kyle somehow comes across p0rn on his tablet, he comes to you for help, slight dubcon? at the start, so fluffy, the fluffiest

Kai Anderson

ONESHOTS

howlin' for you - dubcon, slight NONCON? reader is winters best friend, rough, enemies to lovers (but not really), halloween :) this one is honestly so hot

Peter Maximoff

ONESHOTS

Bitchin - smut without plot, slight public stuff, he's so babygirl

sunlight - smut, clairvoyant reader, porn with plot, virgin reader, its honestly so good, please read it

SERIES

pt 1 pt 2 honeysuckle - sex pollen (I'm so sorry its my favorite) smut, porn with plot, this is amazing, beautiful, so hot.

[nightingaelic]

If you missed the Xbox Summer Showcase + Starfield Direct, here are the highlights:

Fable trailer featuring that awkward guy from The IT Club as a gardening giant

South of Midnight giving bayou blues and beasties

Obsidian's medieval fantasy romp Avowed, which looks like it's borrowing Outer Worlds graphics a bit

Cutesy Fallout 76 video celebrating the player base and hinting at an upcoming in-game journey to Atlantic City (???)

Jusant, a pretty rock climbing sci-fi adventure featuring a cute blob in a backpack

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty DLC official trailer with Escape from New York-style shenanigans, releasing September 26, 2023, possible new ending for V, LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO???!!!???

BioShock-ish time travel steampunk adventure called Clockwork Revolution that features a villainess with the coolest mohawk I've ever seen and ticky-tocky mustachioed killer robots

Star Wars Outlaws, 33 Immortals, Dungeons of Hinterberg, Metaphor: ReFantazio, Sea Of Thieves: The Legend Of Monkey Island, Microsoft Flight Simulator X Dune, Payday 3, Senua’s Saga: Hellblade II, Persona 3 Reload, Path of the Goddess, Towerborne, Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth, Cities: Skylines II, Elder Scrolls Online: Necrom, and a brand new Xbox in carbon black with the sickest Xbox console edit this side of TikTok

No leather jacket for Todd Howard, smh

An in-depth look at Starfield's gameplay, including character creation, weapons mods, ship mods, planets, space travel mechanics, combat, locations, inspirations, companions, and the one and only Vasco who can say your name (like Codsworth), and a release date of September 6, 2023

Starfield limited edition smartwatch, case, Xbox controller, and headset, coming soon to a tech review channel near you

Still no Elder Scrolls VI news

[strangerficsxx]

Midnight Rain || Masterlist

[I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc. All gifs used in each chapter of this series are not mine, and will be credited in each chapter.]

Genre: Sci-Fi; Drama; Horror; Mystery; Romance

Warnings: violence; fear; anxiety; swearing; gore; substance use; drug use; Sexual content

Jennifer Henderson profile *updated 2024

Wilhelmina Byers profile *updated 2024

last updated: 10/15/2024

SEASON ONE

Following the disappearance of Will Byers, Jennifer Henderson unexpedly finds herself helping her brother and his friends, ending up with a strange girl named Eleven. But with a monster roaming, Jennifer and her friends try to find a way to put the horror to an end... and to save Will.

Prologue I

Chapter One : The Vanishing of Will Byers

Chapter Two : The Weirdo on Maple Street

Chapter Three : Holly, Jolly

Chapter Four : The Body

Chapter Five : The Flea and the Acrobat

Chapter Six : The Monster

Chapter Seven : The Bathtub

Chapter Eight : The Upside Down

SEASON TWO

After the events of 1983, Jennifer seems everything is back to normal. However, a darkness lurks just beneath the surface, threatening all of Hawkins as it puts harm on Jennifer and the people around her.

Prologue II

Chapter One : MADMAX

Chapter Two : Trick or Treat, Freak

Chapter Three : The Pollywog

Chapter Four : Will the Wise

Chapter Five : Dig Dug

Chapter Six : The Spy

Chapter Seven : The Lost Sister

Chapter Eight : The Mindflayer

Chapter Nine : The Gate

SEASON THREE

It's the summer of 1985, and things are heating up. For Jennifer though, the last thing she wants to do is work. However, she gets to be with her boyfriend at the newly built Starcourt Mall. Meanwhile, danger looms. The town's threatened by enemies old and new. Now the Hawkins gang have to band together to survive, to save the city once and for all.

Prologue III

Chapter One : Suzie, Do You Copy?

Chapter Two : The Mall Rats

Chapter Three : The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Chapter Four : The Sauna Test

Chapter Five : The Fayed

Chapter Six : E Pluribus Unum

Chapter Seven : The Bite

Chapter Eight : The Battle of Starcourt

Epilogue

SEASON FOUR

It's been eight months since the Battle of Starcourt, which brought terror and destruction to Hawkins. Jennifer has finally moved out and into her college dorm, now stressing about classes and work. Nonetheless, In this most vulnerable time, a new and horrifying supernatural threat surfaces, presenting a gruesome mystery, that if solved, might finally put an end to the horrors of the Upside Down...

Prologue IV

Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

Chapter Two: Vecna's Curse

Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

Chapter Four: Dear Billy

Chapter Five: The Nina Project

Chapter Six: The Dive

Chapter Seven: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab

Chapter Eight: Papa

Chapter Nine: The Piggyback

(whenever season five comes out, and after i watch it I will be quick to post the new chapters. so far, i know nothing about the new season besides what has been revealed to the public from reliable sources.)

In between moments involving Steve and Jennifer

Jennifer and Steve's Relationship Timeline

[kripushka]

Lookbook

Марьян Кьяри.

1.

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Куртка: https://sims-market.ru/mod/brreworkadajacket

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4.

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Перчатки: https://www.patreon.com/posts/midnight-61648601

Чулки:

Обувь:

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[pitchsidestories]

How You Get the Girl II Mapi León x Reader

"And that's how it works That's how you get the girl And then you say I want you for worse or for better." How You Get the Girl, Taylor Swift

masterlist I word count: 2401

It was close to midnight. The bar was crowded and FC Barcelonas womens team was already a few drinks in. With your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, you watched as Mapi sat across from you, sipping her cocktail. There was a slight pinkish blush across her face as well as she grimaced. You weren’t quite sure if it was caused by the taste of her drink or by what you had just told her. Luckily, she didn’t let you wonder about it for too long.

“So you want me to tell you how you get the girl.“ “Yes.“, you nodded with some clearly alcohol-induced confidence. Mapi laughed; “Why?“ “Because I’m terrible at flirting and you seem to charm every woman you meet!“, you explained, briefly gesturing across the bar. There were definitely some women earlier that night that had taken a particular interest in Mapi but she had politely ignored. The defender gave you a slow wink; “Trust me, I usually don’t even do that on purpose.“

Keira who was sitting next to and had finally ended her conversation with Aitana nodded in agreement; “But it’s true. She’s awful at that.“ Your jaw dropped in feigned outrage. Mapi raised an eyebrow at the midfielder; “Like you?“ “Oh shut up, Mapi.“, Keira rolled her eyes, turning back to the other players. “I was just kidding.“, the defender shrugged.

You focused your attention back to her; “So? Will you help me or not?“ You even tried your best to give her innocent doe-eyes. With sigh, Mapi nodded; “Yes. I’ll help you.“ Grinning, you raised your half empty glass and clinked it to Mapis; “Cheers to that!“ “Cheers!“ “Cheers to what?“, Patris voice interrupted the two of you. “To finding her a girlfriend.“, Mapi explained with a laugh.

Claudia shook her head in confusion; “She doesn’t need help for that. I mean look at her face!“ She scooted closer and pinched your cheek. Mapi waved her off; “Yeah but have you heard her talk to a girl before?“ “You mean apart from our team? No.“, Claudia admitted. “Better that way. You don’t want to see that.“, Mapi answered amused. You could feel your cheeks get hotter, so tried to casually adjust the topic a bit; “Are we starting right now or another time?“ Mapis eyebrows knotted together; “What do you want to start with?“

“Whatever is first on your how to get the girl list.”, you smiled nonchalantly at her. Thoughtfully the Spanish defender stroke her chin:” Let me think about it.” “Alright.”, you tried hard to keep your voice calm and collected. The eyes shone bright of the woman whose body was covered in a mix of playful and artistically tattoos: “Let’s start with the basics.” “Sure.”, you nodded enthusiastically.

Grinning Mapi announced: “The way you talk to her.”  “Okay.” “Just be confident. Like you talk to us.”, the defender told you beaming. Suddenly you felt very cold because that was one of your problems when it came to meeting other women outside the team. At Barca you felt confident with the girls aswell as on the pitch but outside you felt weirdly out of place:” That’s different.” “How?”, the Spanish woman glanced irritated at you. Her reaction made you bit your lip:“I don’t know I know you guys but with strangers.. one never knows how they perceive one.” “That shouldn’t matter. If they don’t like you then they’re not the right one.”, Mapi said earnest. In a similar tone you summed up her first advice:” So I should be talking to them like I talk to you girls, what else?”  “You just need to be yourself and be confident.”, the Spanish woman stated.

With a smug smile on her face Alexia laid an arm around your shoulder:” Anyone who caught your eye in the club so far?” “Oh uhm.”, nervously you went with one hand through your hair. Immediately Mapi intervened: “I thought it’s no one from the club.” “But wouldn’t this be the perfect way for her to try out your advice?”, the midfielder asked innocently. Laughing the defender declared:” She could try with me?” “That’s actually a good idea.”, Alexia agreed satisfied, giving you one last squeeze before she went back to another teammate.

The alcohol and that gesture of her was giving you some confidence as you stood up:”Mapi, do you want to dance?” “Is that you trying to flirt?”, the Spanish woman was throwing a teasing eyebrow up. A small giggle escaped your mouth: “Yes?” “Okay, then I totally love to dance with you.”, she answered delighted. Her animated face made you laugh a little harder:” Okay, you can be yourself Mapi, you don’t have to pretend to be super enthusiastic about it.” While the song was switching from a faster to a slower one, Mapi was pulling you closer and whispered into your ear:” I just wanted to be the perfect date.”

“You are.“, you smiled at her, moving your body in rhythm with Mapis. She laughed politely; “Thanks.“ “It’s true.“, you confirmed once again. The defender gave you a smirk, shaking her head; “I don’t know what you want my help with. I think you’re charming.“ “Stop it…“, you answered, your gaze drifted towards the floor in embarrassment.

But once the song changed again, you looked back up at Mapi; “I love that song!“ “Really?“ She frowned, trying to listen closely to it over the sound of the bar. You bit your lip while you nodded; “Yes. It’s one of my favourites to play on the piano…“ “You can play piano? Why didn’t I know that?“, the defender asked. Between the delighted tone of her voice was some shocked surprise. You shrugged; “I guess we just never touched the topic… but we do like the same music.“ “Do we now?“, Mapi asked, her voice more teasing now.

“You know if you want to, I could play something for you at my place.“, you suggested nonchalantly. Her eyes brightened with excitement; “That would be cool. I’ve never heard you play.“

Just a few days later, you found yourself sitting in front of your piano. Mapi watched you patiently, her bag from training right in the middle of your living room. “Do you have any song in mind, Mapi?“ The defender leaned back on your couch, stretching her arms; “Just play me something cool.“ “Alright.“, you shrugged and started playing with skilled fingers. You had Mapis full attention now. She was sitting very still and listening carefully; “Wow.“ “Do you recognise the song?“, you asked over the final notes of the song that you danced to a few nights ago in the bar.

She nodded slowly; “That’s impressive.“ “Thank you.“ For some reason, the flush in your cheeks was back again. “You definitely need to tell the girl that. Girls love to be serenaded.“, the defender laughed. “Okay, noted.“ “Trust me. That’s a bonus.“, she assured you. You got up from your seat; “While you’re here, maybe you can help me with my first date outfit?“ “Oh, trust me. I’m good at that.“, she said, nodding and ready to get started. You grinned; “I know. That’s why I’m asking you.“ You extended a hand to help Mapi off your couch and guided her into your bedroom.

She opened the doors of your wardrobe and inspected the possibilities; “Okay, let me see.“ You watched as she unfolded shirts, took blouses off their hangers and threw a selection of pants on your bed. Not sure what her plan was, you asked; “Did you find anything you like?“ “Yes. This is cute. And this. But also this.“ While she spoke, more of your clothes landed on your bed. Uncertain, you eyed the pile in front of you; “But that’s almost everything.“

The defender sheepishly smiled at you:” Sorry. Not my fault you have a good style.” “I guess that means I’m ready?”, you sighed relived. The smile on Mapi’s face deepened as she heard your question: “With the outfit part, yes.” “Yeah, right, did not get the girl yet.”, you admitted with a groan, letting yourself fall on to your bed. “And you’re not done with learning yet.”, the Spanish woman pointed out. Curiously you looked at her: “True, so what’s the next lesson?”

“Body language, Mapi explained before continuing, it’s important. If the date is going well, make sure to subtly touch her. Put a hand on her arm during the conversation or let your hands accidentally touch. Trust me it works.” With an innocent expression you softly touched her:” You mean like this?” “Basically yes.”, your teammate laughed.  Suddenly a bit shy you put a loose string of your hair behind your ear: “Obviously, the timing needs to be better.” “I’m sure you can do it better in a real situation. And if things go very well, you can lean over and brush a strand of her hair out of her face.”, she cheered you up.

A new text message from Alexia made you go:” Oh.” “What’s wrong?”, worried the Spanish woman glanced at you. Clearing your suddenly tight throat you told her:” Ale has set me up for a date tonight.” “She did? With who ? Do you know her?”, Mapi wanted to know, her voice tainted with slight concern which confused you.  Quietly you answered:“No, I don’t know her, but Alexia does. She seems to be a musician.”  “A musician?”, she repeated surprised. Slowly you nodded:” Yes.”  “Oh wow. That sounds like the perfect match for you.”, the defender tried hard to express her happiness for you while she was not sure where her own disappointment came from.

Nervously you got up from your bed:” I guess I should get ready.”  “You’re well prepared, so I guess I’m going to leave you to it.”, Mapi sighed. With a grateful smile you turned to her:” Mapi, thank you for your help. Really.” “You’re welcome. I know you’ll do well and get the girl.” Excited you waved at her:” We’ll see about that. See you in training.”

The day after your date with the musician, Alexia sat down noisily next to Mapi before they were heading from the changing room to the pitch for their team training:”Mapi have you heard how her date went?” “No, I haven’t. Why?”, the defender replied trying to sound unbothered by the question of her old friend.  Truthfully the midfielder said:” Me neither, so I was just curious.”  “I haven’t talked to her since she left for the date.”, Mapi informed her teammate.

Alexias gaze drifted away from Mapis face, nodding in the direction of changing rooms door; “Here she comes.“ Out of breath, you stopped in front of the two football players and dropped your football bag on the floor. “Hey.“, Mapi greeted you plainly. “Hi.“, you replied, too busy pulling out your cleats out of the bag. You could feel Mapis eyes on you; “So? How was it?“ “We won’t see each other again.“, you answered truthfully. Your gaze was fixed on the floor as you deliberately focused on slipping into your shoes and tying them. “Why not?“

Finally you looked up at her, shrugging; “It did not work out. That’s all.“ Mapis frown deepened with worry; “I’m sorry. I hope it wasn’t my tips that ruined it for you.“ You got up from the bench and walked past your teammate; “No, your tips were great.“ With big strides, Mapi followed you outside to the training pitch. With a smile, she tried to lighten your mood; “I’m glad it wasn’t that then.“ “Yes, you can keep giving away your wisdom.“, you return her smile, nudging her amicably with your shoulder. She laughed; “I will.“

Training felt good today. You were exhausted but happy when you to left the pitch, until you felt a hesitant hand around your wrist, stopping you on your way to the changing room. You turned around to see Keira looking at you. You and the English midfielder were the last ones on the grass. You tilted your head in question, waiting for her to speak.

“Are you really that blind?“ Keira sounded more exasperated than angry. “What are you talking about, Kei?“, you replied, confused. “You can’t tell me that you are.“ Impatiently, you shook your head; “I’d appreciate it if you’d stop speaking in riddles.“ The midfielders face took a pained expression and you suspected it was because she found this conversation as awkward as you did; “You have the perfect match right in front of you and you don’t see it?“ Your brain made the connection subconsciously and before you knew it, you could hear yourself whispering her name; “Mapi.“ “Yes.“, Keira confirmed. “But Mapi was just nice. I don’t think she’d be interested in me…“, you thought out loud.

The English football player sighed; “Maybe you should think again.“ The memories of all the time you had spent with Mapi recently came rushing in; the looks and touches, the comfortable closeness between you two. And you had to admit, Keira wasn’t wrong. “If you excuse me, Kei…“, you said and hurried into the dressing room. But Mapi was already gone.

As you were getting ready to leave as well, you made the decision to walk past Mapis house on your way home. It had started raining while you walked and you started to second-guess your decision. You were soaking wet when you reached her door and rang.

It took Mapi only a few seconds to answer her door. Her eyes widened, taking you in; “Uh hi?“ “Hi. I just want you to know that I don’t want any other girl if it’s not you.“, you said. The defender blinked at you; “Wait… Me?“ With a determined nod, you answered; “Yes, you.“ “You came here all the way in the rain to tell me that you want me?“, she recapped the situation, obviously bewildered. “Yes, I did. Oh my god. Sorry, I’m such a fool.“ The realisation of this situation had kicked in and you buried your face in your hands.

All of a sudden, Mapis arms were around you, rubbing your arms soothingly; “Calm down. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.“ „Really?“ You dared to look up at her. She was genuinely smiling, moved by your gesture. “Trust me, you don’t need any lessons anymore. This is how you get the girl.“, she nodded happily and bent down to kiss you.