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Flip the Script (NSFW)
Summary: Bill punishes you after you make him break character during a sketch
Time: roughly sometime from 2008-2010
Content/warning: smut, porn with a plot, unedited stoned writing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), spanking, vaginal sex, protected sex, choking, breast worshipping, brat kink, praise kink, begging kink, male moaning, public sex
Word Count: 1.8k
It was your favorite night of the week - Saturday night. It wasnât that you had a crazy party to go to, well, not until after work at least. It was that you had the best job in the world, working for Saturday Night Live with your steady boyfriend Bill and your castmates who were like family to you. Tonight, you and John had something special planned.
Mulaney was always making Hader laugh by switching his lines in Weekend Update with Stefon, but this time John had let you take the reigns. You were newer to writing but he coached you through it, and with a little help from Andy Samberg, you had a sketch that was sure to send your boyfriend into hysterics.
You felt a little bad at first, you didnât want to upset or embarrass Bill, but John reassured you he did it all the time and he wasnât upset. He was right, you thought, and what should I be scared about? Even if Bill was mad, he would never hurt me⊠unless I wanted him to.
Now, it was finally the night of the show and you, John, and Andy, couldnât contain your giggles about the switched lines you were unexpectedly springing onto Bill later tonight. You made your way over to your boyfriendâs makeup chair where he was getting ready for the show, already in his game show host character suit, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
âHey, love bug!â he wrapped you up in his arm, âIâm so excited to be performing the first sketch youâve ever written tonight! Thatâs huge!â
You giggled at how enthusiastic Bill got over you, you really were extremely lucky. âI gotta admit, I do have a few little surprises plannedâŠâ
Billâs eyes widen.
âYou better not make me break up there!â
âAww, whatcha gonna do about it Hader, punish me?â
This makes his eyes widen even more, before he collects himself and pulls you in closer, whispering in your ear.
âThatâs exactly what Iâll do.â
You attempt to control the arousal now pooling between your legs from the rasp in his voice, and see how much you can get away with teasing him.
âOh noooo, Iâm so scared!â you chuckled, giving your lover a snarky wink.
âYouâre scared? I have no idea what Iâm gonna have to say out there!â
You roll your eyes with affection and place your hand on his neck, âbabe, itâs not that bad, I swear. I love you, and I know youâre going to crush it.â
Bill plants a kiss on your cheek. âI love you too.â
The two of you pull yourselves together from the dishevel of the sexual tension, and continue getting ready for the night before exchanging a quick peck right before the start of the show.
After opening with one of your skits with Amy, Bill is up. John flashes you a mischievous grin and you feel your stomach churn from adrenaline.
Only a few seconds in, youâre getting the tiniest smile out of Bill, him shooting you a look as he sees his opening line is changed. By two minutes in, he can hardly keep it together as his lips grow into a goofy smile and heâs nearly doubling over with laughter.
You lock eyes with him as he starts to calm down from his laughing fit, mouthing âgood boy,â which causes him to squirm in an attempt to fight back both the laughter and the sudden tent growing in his pants.
By the end of the sketch, you and John are laughing your asses off and Bill is red as a tomato, playfully flipping the two of you off as he walks backstage.
He takes you into his arms and places a chaste kiss on your lips, pinning your hands behind your back when you try to hold his face. âI don't know whether to be more proud of you for your writing or annoyed at you for embarrassing me.â
You kiss him back with a small laugh. âIâd stick with proud.â
He leans down and whispers in your ear, âletâs just hope you decide itâs worth it after tonight.â
Chills run down your spine in lust and anticipation as Bill kisses your cheek and walks away. The rest of the night goes by smoothly, act after act, just as planned. At the end of the show, you and the rest of the crew all join the stage to say your goodbyes, before gathering together to clock out and head to the cast after party.
Billâs already teasing you in the back of the taxi, kissing your neck with his fingers in your hair, and rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.Your purple cocktail dress barely covers you, and your beloved boyfriend canât keep his eyes off of your body.
When you make it to the nice Mexican restaurant the party is at, you greet the cast, hugging an already tipsy Kristen and fist bumping Andy. You and Bill go sit down with Seth and Jason and make small talk while waiting for your food after ordering. In the middle of the conversation, you feel Bill feel his way up your leg, making his way from your knee nearly to where your legs meet. He pretends to nod along to something Jason said, but then turns and nods to you to ask for consent, to which you nod back.
Before you know, Bill has his right hand in your panties, massaging your clit while you fight to hold back your moans.
âYou doing ok, (Y/N)?â Seth asks.
âY-yeah, just, a little, um buzzed.â
Bill laughs, shaking his head with affection, âmy little lightweight.â He shoots you a devilish glance, knowing damn well the real reason isnât the alcohol in your system.
Right as you start to speak up again, Bill gently sticks one finger inside of you, causing you to gasp. You collect yourself as quickly as possible, trying not to let on to what was happening under the table.
Bill suddenly stops, abruptly stepping up from the table, announcing heâs going to use the restroom, leaving you with the guys to pretend like nothing had happened. Within five minutes, the three of you had diverged, still waiting for your food, splitting apart and joking with your coworkers when you get a text from Bill.
Meet me in the closet by the kitchen.
You bite your cheek, exhilaration flooding your body. No one will notice if both of you are gone for a couple minutes, right? You excuse yourself, walking to the hallway and right past the bathrooms, over to a large closet across from the kitchen.
You open the door and Bill beckons you in, shirt already unbuttoned, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
âDid you think it was funny making me break out there, doll?â he asks, fingers brushing your chin. He kisses you again before you can answer.
Between heavy breaths, you try to talk some reason into things. âBill, we canât do this here, someone could catch us. What if our friends-â
âWhat? What if our friends what? You can make me break character on live television, but are scared of all our friends knowing what a good little slut you are for me?â
Your breath catches in your throat, unable to speak. Bill starts to kiss up and down your body and you surrender to the sensation as he engulfs his face in your breasts, slipping off your dress to expose you to his touch and sucking and licking them while praising you. Telling you what a good girl you are, what beautiful tits you have for him. He leaves dozens of hickeys on your chest before making his way down to your bikini line.
Bill starts to kiss around the bottom of your pelvis, making you whine and beg for him. He finally gives in, holding you up against the wall before removing your lacy panties and sticking his face between your legs. Your knees start to give out as you moan and gasp his name, Bill licking up and down your folds and sucking teasingly on your clit. He inserts two fingers into you, curling them around your g spot, before pulling out as he feels you start to clench.
âDamnit Bill!â
He chuckles a little and looks you up and down, âtold you thereâd be consequences.â
Bill starts to undress, throwing his clothes recklessly onto the floor. He pulls out and slides on a condom, before lifting you up onto the wall again and making you beg before sliding into you. He steadies himself by placing his hands above your head before starting to pump into you as a familiar Arctic Monkeys tune plays through the restaurant stereo.
âHoly fuck, Bill! Harder!â
At this point, you donât really care who hears. All you care about is your desperate need to cum. Most of the cast is probably enjoying their dinner anyway, none the wiser to you and Bill being gone.
You gasp in pleasure and pain as Bill raises his hand and spanks you while thrusting in you. âSuch a good little fucking brat. Taking it so well.â
You start to feel him throb inside of you and his dominant demeanor falls from his face as his head tilts back and his eyes roll back in pleasure, lip quivering. You can tell heâs getting close and clench your walls on him, eliciting a deep groan.
Billâs speed increases as he muffles his moans into your neck, so close to release. You feel your orgasm approaching as well and dig your nails into his back as he pumps into you. You throw your head back, nearly hitting the wall before Billâs hand secures you, as he fills you completely and the tingling pleasure overtakes your whole body. You swear you see stars as Bill pushes you over the edge, hand wrapped gently but firmly around your throat.
Bill reaches his high at the same time, pulling you into him for an intimate kiss, hands fondling your body. He pulls out of you before planting a kiss on the top of your head and helping you get dressed, adjusting the collar of his shirt as the two of you make your way back to the party.
âYou did such a good job, babygirl,â he whispers to you with a kiss as you join the rest of the guests.
â(Y/N)!â Kristen calls to you. âWhere the hell have you been? Your quesadilla is getting cold!â She gasps in surprise and amusement as her eyes draw to your neck and chest, noticing your hickeys.
âDamn, why do I never get that treatment when I make you break?â John chuckles.
Bill turns beet red again, laughing awkwardly with the group while helping you to your chair. After a long night of laughs, food, and drinks, you and Bill finally make it home, changing into your pajamas and holding each other until morning, excited to spend your day off together repeating the night before.
#bill hader#bill hader x reader#bill hader smut#bill hader fanfic#snl#saturday night live#smut#saturday night live after party#andy samberg#john mulaney
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#stevie nicks#colin jost#SNL after party#saturday night live after party#scarlett johansson#bow#fashion#style
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"No more giving my number out to random people who flirt with me at work" I say as if I'm not going into the next shift with a pen and tissues in my pocket
#sunday i woke up to four messages from different people and half of them i don't even remember giving my number lmao#i wish i had given it to that drunk girl who kissed me in the bathroom đ i hope i'll see her again she was so cute#and another dude was parallel flirting with me immediately after she left#sadly i didn't get to/forgot to/was too shy to give them to the two funniest guys but the dj is there every week so there's still a chance#fingers crossed the one who flirted with me who funnily enough has the same name as my ex comes back soon when i'm working#it's so much fun tho!! i have the two security guards hitting on me in a lighthearted way#one of them always insists on walking me to the car in the morning and i'm still waiting for that dance he promised me on a busy night#4th edition of living my best life on saturday 10pm đ
đ»#jack daniel's birthday party with go go dancers is gonna be wild i'm so excited!!#said guy also dramatically sang along to the chorus of mĂŒnchener freiheit's ohne dich when he ordered a drink#but i told him we're not serving anything after 4:45 and he kept begging but i still said no bc it's the boss' order#n i don't have the power to make exceptions but it was so funny n kinda sweet i would've given him a lil drink if security wasn't watching#mel talks#i think i need to make a separate tag for bar gushing#the bartender chronicles
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my roommate just told me that she will not be speaking to me about why she has given me the silent treatment since october because she is too busy, so if i want to discuss this with her i will have to make an appointment. which is hilarious but also like. surely you cannot think i want to talk to you that badly girl!
#reminder that this is all about a 5 person Halloween movie night that i canceled when she objected#or i mean. it has to be about something else right? but im objectively a great roommate. ive had 5 roommates never had any issue with me.#she has had conflicts with multiple roommates although i was told by her that they were all unreasonable and it was their fault#hindsight is 20/20 i guess lol#i think i know like two things that i do that would upset her#namely coming in after 9 or 10 pm on some Fridays or saturdays (i think Iâve done later than that like 3 times this semester#and all on weekend nights i donât stay out on school nights#and raising the blinds in the living room because in the mornings she just opens them and doesnât raise them#the first is objectively Not Bad Of Me and Iâm also not willing to not do it because itâs literally either me watching a movie with my#former roommate at her apartment or sitting in my neighbor's car after church talking with him#the second is also objectively Not Bad Of Me and if that is what the conflict stems from she is a lunatic#so like. nothing to fix. anything else she has a problem with is like#untrue like how she accused me of lying about who was coming to the Halloween party#and i canât do anything about her thinking I lied#Other than tell her I didnât which I already did#and not having lied to her before which I did not so#đ€·ââïž#i have wasted so much time with this thatâs what actually annoying
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Ana de Armas llegando al After Party del programa Saturday Night Live (17 abril)
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Actually I take it all back. I donât want one or the other I want to pass repro AND I want boy to like me back. Law of equivalent exchange I know. Just take something else from me. But I want both and I want to know whatâs going to happen
#pleading to god to just let things work out alright just please please please#but letâs be real. we hung out on Saturday he said heâd get back to me with his schedule. itâs Tuesday and he hasnât done that yet#heâs done with exams so heâs not like insanely busy like usual#so I just want to know. I just want to get on with it so I can start the healing process and move on#but i am SO tired of these stupid little games im supposed to play#I think heâs gonna come stargazing with me and bestie tomorrow night and I might just be like listen. Iâm not playing these games anymore#I like you I have a huge crush on you. now Iâm moving on and I wonât bother you outside of school anymore .#and if heâs like oh wait I like you too then cool! but when heâs not into me I can just move on#and I cried in front of two people today about repro so Iâm just sick of that too. I want the grade in I need to know if I wasted 50 bucks#on a KSU application or if I need to figure out the other transcript ASAP#if Iâm taking repro next semester I can still graduate on time but if the class is full then I have to delay my major another semester#just ARGGGHHHHHHHH I am SO SICK of waiting!!!!!!!!!#I think on Friday after the dept party if he comes. Iâm just gonna pull him aside and be like listen. I know texting is hard#but I need to know if weâre doing a second date. I canât live in expectation of something and it never comes. thatâs not healthy#boy post#god I just need things to HAPPEN I canât be waiting and waiting for something that will never happen
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play pretend ! đđ. Ęâ nsfw.
the premise of fake dating your best friend, for just a weekend, is hilarous.. and scary. but what happens after is even scarier.. it's just play pretend right?
warnings / includes â vulgar language, drinking, multiple orgasms, pussy eating
you blamed being way to drunk and jungkook for this situation. it was all his damn fault.
if he hadn't looked at his phone with that stupid look in his face, rolling his eyes at the bright message on the screen. if he hadn't leaned over to your ear, barerly managing to stand due to the beer in his system, groaning about his mom asking him about getting a serious relationship once again. if he hadn't looked at you with those damned kicked puppy eyes that he only ever pulled out when it came to you, asking â no, begging, if you could pretend to be his girlfriend for just two days, a weekend.
for the family reunion in a week.
you had pushed him away, then pulled him back to hold onto him in order to not stumble onto the nearest dancing stranger close to you, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of his request.
you and him, a couple? nobody would believe that. like ever, especially his mom.
the mom who watched you not move a single muscle at the sight of him shirtless back when you both vacationed at their summer house, in what? junior year? the mom who watched you crush on jungkook's best friend, right in front of her eyes.
no, never would she ever believe that there was anything more then platonic feelings between you both.
but again, you couldn't quite say no when jungkook held your hair up as you puked, about an hour later. not when he gave you water, rubbed over your back in an attempt of giving you some sort of comfort during your nausea.
and you felt bad for him: you knew that jungkook and love didn't really go hand in hand, hell- everybody did. he never stayed around long enough for anything to even scratch the surface of love. you liked to imagine that he wanted it, you see the way he looks at other couples at parties, the ones that are all up in eachother faces, not in a sexual manner just like a safe space.
real, lasting, consuming love? he didnât seem capable of holding on to it. never changed his ways, he was transparent on how long he planned on staying (which was usually a night) and that was it.
that didn't stop his mother though.
jungkook complained about it often, about how she couldn't stop comparing him to his sister. the sister who married a year ago, already has a child on the way. 'why couldn't he just be a bit more like her taking things more serious n' everything.' is something she said right to your face once when you were talking.
you knew it hurt him, more then he showed, the fact that he simply wasn't good enough. in every way, really.
well, according to his mom.
so you quietly mumble a "fine" as silence filled his living room when he sets up the uno cards on the floor, it's about 4am now. you were to restless to sleep, the loud music still thumping in your head, a little bit of an after taste of your vomit still sitting somewhere.
he didn't say anything, which was strange since he usually was so snarky. just grabbed your shirt, forcing you to sit down on the carpet with him, just muttering something about him 'winning this shit'
if you had to summarize the night, it would've been that he won two rounds.
the coming saturday was hell.
hot, burning hell â in the regard that jungkook touched you absolutly everywhere, and all that in front of his family too.
intertwined your hands at the dinner table where you had to hide a grin, slapped your ass when you helped his mom with kimchi, traced faint circles on your clothed hip when his dad showed you both the new truck he bought.
well, it wasn't just his family. there was somebody else who came, un announced to the both of you.
sooyoung, or better known as his ex.
sooyoung and jungkook were complicated. way more then that, sooyoung wanted something serious, asked to move in with him after like two months (which was the longest time you've seen him be with anyone romantically). it freaked him out and it all resulted in this huge fight, she didn't say the best things about him during it and he- too, of course.
you knew her and his sister were somewhat close but this much? she hadn't even been at the wedding.
but they seemed to be at the hip, and if they weren't, sooyoung was somewhere lurking, studying the both of you, hair short, nails long, lips always glossy.
her dresses were short too, reminding of the time where you had to go clubbing with the both of them. oh, how the tables turn.
the club was packed, a familiar chaos that Jungkook and his friends always sought out on weekends whenever he was back in his hometown. you had lost track of how many drinks youâd had, your head spinning pleasantly, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.
all of a sudden you felt fingers softly digging into your cheeks, holding up your chin to meet the concerned eyes of jungkook, "are you okay?"
you blinked slowly, the world tilting slightly. âyeah, just... feeling a little warm,â you admitted, your voice slurring as you struggled to keep your balance. his brows furrowed, and before you could register what was happening, he was taking your hand and guiding you through the crowd to the bathrooms.
the bathroom door swung open, and he ushered you inside, the harsh fluorescent lights making your eyes squint.
âwhoa, bright,â you mumbled, stumbling a little as you sat on the edge of the toilette, your legs spread, mind fucked. jungkook turned on the tap, splashing cool water into his hands before cupping them and splashing it on your face. You gasped, the cold jolting you back to some semblance of clarity.
"better?"
"i want you to touch me."
his hands still hovered near your face, droplets of water slipping from his fingers and onto your collarbone, but you barely registered them.
"wait, what?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his gaze searching your face for any sign of playfulness. but there was none.
jungkook cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair, eyes flicking to the bathroom door as if hoping someone would pull him out of this situation â "you're drunk as fuck." he groans, but the words sound more like he was convincing himself rather than you.
you tilt your head, tongue darting out to lick your lips like a damn slut as you mumbled a 'so what?' âyouâre drunk too. doesnât change the fact youâve been looking at me all night like you wanted to fuck me, kook. donât pretend."
the muscles in his jaw twitched, a flush covering his cheeks that wasn't just from the alcohol, "listen, let's just get you some water, okay? you've had way too much to drink tonight."
you had never seen jungkook blush before. and you don't know what's gotten into you, but you want to see it longer.
so your fingers reach out, pulling him closer by his belt, looking up to him, "tell me you don't want me, and i'll close my legs, pretend i'm not wet n' pretend like this never happened."
but he gets on his knees for you, careeses your thighs in a matter that should come of as comforting but just ends up making you wetter, leans forward to press a small kiss onto the bare skin, "i'm gonna get you home now. and you'll sleep and wake up tommorow, well rested. think about it again."
but you don't listen, of course you don't. your legs spread even wider, greedy fingers moving to his hair.
his jaw clenched so hard you thought he might crack a tooth, but then his hands ran up your thighs, the touch feather-light, as though he was restraining himself from touching you like he really wanted to.
"you're making this hard." he whispers between gritted teeth.
if you hadn't been so drunk, you would've seen something else being real hard but you were way to out of it. all your mind could think of was lifting up your hips, in a desperate fashion, anything to show him how much you needed it.
in the following twenty minutes, you come; not once, not twice â three fucking times. after each orgasm he kisses your clit, tells you how pretty you were, how he's gonna take care of you, with fresh release coating his lips.
and right after the third one, your head falls against the head rest, yes shut tightly before you meet his gaze again and the words slip out of your mouth, "fuck, i think i like you."
he pauses, his eyes widening as if you just pulled him out of his very own movie, "what?"
#bts fic#bts x reader#jungkook#bangtan fic#jungkook fic#bangtan x reader#jungkook imagine#jungkook smut#bangtan x you#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts jungkook#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you
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bad neighbor
member â neighbor!dino x f reader genre â smut, college au word countâ 6.3k synopsis â pros of living next door to a frat house: your neighbor is really really hot. cons of living next door to a frat house: probably everything else. smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, fingering, lots of making out, facial (cum on face), semi public sex (hooking up at a party) content warnings â slightly introverted!reader, chan is in college but reader isn't: can be interpreted as older!reader but that's up to you tbh, mentions of weed & alcohol (chan & reader are both sober), cameos from cheol & hoshi hehe notes â thanks again to @onlymingyus for helping me get my brain in order <3 please reblog or send an ask if you enjoyed reading!! it means a lot to me and it helps me continue writing :) i hope you like this fic!
it's still early in the evening when the music starts.
the sound of voices and cars honking outside your house draws your attention away from the latest episode of your favorite new show. you get up and walk over to the window, peeking out through the curtain at the bright headlights beaming at you.
with a sigh you push the curtain closed again, heading into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. if tonight is like any of the other nights, then it'll be a long time before you fall asleep. hopefully the chamomile will helpâis what you tell yourself every time. and every time, it doesn't help.
living in the same neighborhood as the frat houses from the nearby state university was certainly a choice, but the rent in the area was the cheapest in town and you didn't have many options left. with the fall semester coming up fast, every other apartment complex and condo in the city was already rented out. after moving in, you'd quickly discovered why the rent was so cheap: not because the house was in bad condition or because the location was inconvenient, but because of the parties. nearly every fucking night.
you might actually be impressed at how these college kids find the energy to party so often, if you werenât so fed up with them. every friday and saturday night, and even sometimes during the week, at least one house on your block was throwing some kind of wild party.
by now you'd seen it all: drunk girls throwing up on your lawn, shirtless guys doing keg stands in the middle of the cul-de-sac, people making out literally everywhere. and yes, including that one time on halloween when you found two playboy bunnies having sex with spider-man in your backyard. how they got back there was anybody's guess, but from then on youâd started double and triple checking that your back gate was locked every night.Â
tonight, it seemed that the festivities were being hosted at the house across the street. and the man behind it all? none other than lee chan, president of the fraternity and owner of the house.
you'd only officially met him twice, once on the day you'd moved in and once the day after. his red honda had pulled into his driveway at the same time you were unloading your boxes from the u-haul, and he'd jumped out and offered to help carry your furniture inside.
at the time it had felt like this was finally your meet-cute moment, the friendly and unfairly attractive boy-next-door that sweeps you off your feet with love at first sight. but once the final box had been moved, he'd simply given you a smile and a wave and went back inside his house. no cute bonding, no exchanging phone numbers, no asking to see each other again. he just left.
of course, that had been before you found out about the parties, and the shock you were in for that same night when people had started showing up in droves had nearly led you to call the cops. so the next morning you'd put on a nice outfit and went to knock on his door, and it was then that you found out more about the neighborhood you'd found yourself living in.
with the same polite tone he'd used yesterday, he'd been friendly and apologetic for the noise, promising that he'd make sure everyone stayed on his side of the lawn and that no one disturbed you or your house. he'd explained that it wasn't a quiet neighborhood, no matter the time of year, but repeated that if anything happened he would take full responsibility for it. he said that you were welcome to come over any time, whether you needed something or you just wanted in on the fun.
you'd taken his word for it, sheepishly waving goodbye as you crossed the sidewalk between your houses, though you figured you would probably never set foot inside his house while there was a party going on. and as youâd walked away, you had tried to ignore the feeling of your heart fluttering with the beginnings of a crush on your neighbor.
tonight, however, your heart was doing anything but fluttering. music blasted outside, definitely a lot louder than usual, and the sound of car engines revving was already getting on your nerves.
you dunk your tea bag into the boiling water at the same time a loud banging on your door makes you jump, and you narrowly avoid spilling it all over yourself and the counter.
quietly you rush over to the door, looking out the peephole to see a group of people carrying cases of beer, looking around at your front porch.
before you can figure out how to react, you hear someone yell something distantly and the group turns around in the direction of the sound.
"shit, wrong house," one of the guys says loudly. "sorry, whoever lives here! have a good night!" he calls as they walk away, the others laughing over a joke you can't hear.Â
with the crisis averted, you head back into the kitchen and pull the tea bag out of your mug, chucking it into the trash with a huff. full responsibility, your ass.Â
and then⊠you have an idea.Â
chan had been so insistent that you could come over if you ever needed anything, so you might as well take advantage of his offer. because tonight you did, in fact, need something. you needed the party to not be so goddamn loud that you can literally feel your living room floor vibrating beneath your feet.
you stick your mug in the microwave to reheat later and quickly change out of your pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. presentable enough that you donât embarrass yourself, yet comfortable enough that you donât feel so awkward.
with a deep breath, you pull open your front door, keys tightly in hand as you lock it behind you and start making your way across the street.
you're almost at chanâs front door when a man steps in front of you out of nowhere, stopping you short. "hey, here for the party?" he asks, holding up his hand for a high-five.
"um⊠kinda," you say, lightly tapping his hand. you figure he must be the bouncer of some sort, from his friendly yet confident no-nonsense attitude and the way his thick biceps strain against the sleeves of his t-shirt. "i'm looking for lee chan, he owns the house?"
"gotcha," he nods. "gotta check your age before i let you in, though."
you pause, his words sinking in as you realize why he's asking. "oh, sorry, i didn't think i'd need my id," you apologize. "but i live next door, my driver's license is just in my wallet, i can go grabâ"
"are you over 21?" he interrupts, and you frown at the question.
"uh, yes?"
"cool. head on in, then," he says.
you look at him suspiciously. "you're sure you don't need to see my id? what if i was lying?"
"dino will probably be downstairs, his room is the door at the end of the hallway on the left," he says, pointedly ignoring your questions. "and while you're down there, tell him cheol sent you. ask him to grab another beer for me."
he waves towards the open front door, and hesitantly you make your way inside. you have no idea who the hell dino is, and you can only hope it's just a nickname of some kind and the man you're about to go find isn't some stranger.
the second you set foot inside the doorway, it's like entering a completely different world. the air is stale and humid, clinging to your skin as you push through a crowd of what must be hundreds of people packed like sardines into every corner of the room.
the music gets louder the further inside the house you go, and you have to focus on repeating cheol's instructions in your head so you donât get lost in the maze of hallways and doors. downstairs, end of the hallway, left.Â
you soon find out where the music is coming from. unlike the normal house lights on the first floor, downstairs everything is dark except for colorful flashing led lights around the room. a man stands on top of a table between two huge speakers as people crowd around him, jumping and shouting lyrics to the song thatâs playing.
thereâs so many people that you have to push your way through the crowd, but most of the people around you either donât notice or are too drunk to care. but finally, you make it to what looks like the hallway that the man outsideâwhat was his name, cheol?âtold you about.
you open the first door on your left and find four people sat quietly on the floor passing around a bong, a thick cloud of smoke hanging over the room. all four of them look over at you at the same time, glazed eyes silently asking who the hell are you?.
"sorry, wrong room," you squeak, slamming the door and retreating back into the hallway as you try your best not to step on anyone's feet.
with a deep breath you crack open the door directly beside the one you'd just opened and poke your head inside, and relief washes over you when you see chan inside.
he's sitting on a couch with a couple girls sitting next to him and a guy slumped against his shoulder, eyes closed and brows furrowed.
he looks up when the door opens, and a look of shock spreads over his face when he recognizes you. he calls your name and you step inside tentatively, saying his name in response. "chan?"
"close the door behind you," he says, and you jump to turn around and shut it with a click. he must notice you standing like a deer in headlights, because he motions you closer to him with a friendly smile. "sorry," he explains. "people will think it's an open room if you leave the door open. i don't want anybody in here without a reason to be."
you nod, but your eyes dart over at the girls sitting beside chan. he makes eye contact with them and clears his throat, and without a word they stand up, understanding the message.
he helps the man laying against him sit up, then helps him stand up and hands him off to the others. "don't let hoshi drink anything else tonight except water, okay? keep an eye on him until your driver shows up."
they nod and slip their arms around their friend, helping him stumble out of the room as he grumbles about something incoherent. "thanks, dino," one of them says with a little wave. "see you monday for that bio test."
the girls open and shut the door quickly, suddenly leaving you alone with him in the room.
"hi," you start, not knowing what else to say. it's been such an ordeal just trying to find him that you've almost forgotten why you came searching for him in the first place.
"hi," he repeats with a laugh. "honestly, i never thought i'd see you here. you don't seem like the type. so, what brings you over tonight?"
"you've only met me twice, how would you know what i seem like?" you reply defensively, thought he's spot on. this is not your usual scene at all, and youâre sure that anyone at this party whoâs even a smidge sober must be able to tell how out of place you look.
he shrugs, patting the couch seat next to him. "alright, fair point. come sit down."
you carefully take a seat, purposefully avoiding eye contact with the collection of ambiguous stains on the couch cushions.
"oh, before i forget. somebody named cheol told me to tell you he wants a beer?" you say awkwardly, relaying the message.
"bastard," chan mutters, but he's smiling, and you assume the guy you met earlier is a friend of his. "fine, i'll grab him something when i go back outside." pausing, he turns his attention back to you. "but really, why are you here? i don't wanna make any assumptions, but i doubt it's for the free alcohol."
"if i was, you'd have to tell me where to find it," you say with a shrug, and he laughs but stays quiet for you to finish.
you fold your hands together nervously. "anyway, i just came over to askâcould you maybe turn the music down, like, just a tiny bit? and also⊠can you tell people to stop having sex in my yard?"
he winces and gives an apologetic smile. "yeah, of course. sorry about that. i told vernon to keep it down, but you know how he gets when he'sâŠ" he stops as if heâs just realized something. "nevermind. i'll go let him know right now. do you wanna come with, or you wanna stay here?"
"no offense, but i'd rather not go back out there," you laugh awkwardly. âit was bad enough just trying to find you in the first place.â
"all good," he replies with that friendly smile of his. "it's not for everyone, that's for sure. just make sure the door stays closed, and you'll be fine in here by yourself. shouldn't take too long."
he opens the door and slips out, slamming it closed behind him. you sit unmoving on the couch, finally glancing at your surroundings.
unlike the first room, the air here is fairly clean, other than the faint smell of alcohol and weed wafting in from under the door. you realize this must be chan's actual bedroom, when you see the posters that cover the walls and the bookshelf full of knick-knacks and textbooks.
you start to wonder who else lives in this house, but soon the door opens again and chan returns, the sound of voices and music flooding in while the door is open but quickly falling quieter once the door is shut again.
"alright, he'll keep it down. i'm sorry about the noise," he apologizes again, but you wave him off, suddenly feeling shy around him. with him still standing and you still sitting, he towers over you in a way that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter back to life.
"no, it's fine. really, it's not that big of a deal," you rush, trying to ignore the growing feeling in your chest. was he always this hot? for the first time tonight you notice how his blonde hair falls in waves around his face, perfectly framing his soft features.
he shakes his head. "really, i mean it. vernon will make sure it doesn't get out of hand, heâs good at that. i can't exactly give you a quiet evening, but i can give you the best i've got."
you take a deep breath and stand up. you're already way outside of your comfort zone even just coming to this party, but maybe this experience hasn't been all that bad. after all, you got to see chan again, and you got to exchange more than a handful of words with him like you did all the other times youâd met him.
"well⊠what is the best you've got?" you ask him, and you almost see him raise an eyebrow.
he puts his hands in his back pockets, pausing for a second as he looks at you. "mm, best i've got? probably this room. my room. quietest in the house, and nobody will come in to bother us."
your heart races as you take a small step towards him, standing close to him but still keeping some distance between you.
"so does this mean you're not leaving?" he asks when you donât say anything, just barely loud enough for you to hear him.
"do you want me to stay?"
he takes a step closer to you. "only if you stay with me."
"do you say that to all the people you bring in here?" your question is joking, but a part of you still worries that he thinks you're just another girl at the party looking for a one night stand. though honestly, you wouldn't even really mind if that's all this was. hell, maybe all the secondhand smoke is getting to your head and clouding your judgement, because hooking up with your neighbor seems like a pretty fantastic idea right now.
"the only time i let people in my room is to let them use my bathroom and to make sure they don't die of alcohol poisoning," he says in a low tone, a little laugh escaping him. "and now, i guess i let my hot neighbor in here, too."
"you think i'm hot?" you ask, taking another small step forward.
he matches your stride, taking one last step towards you so that you're finally standing toe to toe with him. "i'd be an idiot not to."
"but how would you know, if we've only met twice?"
he laughs. "well, you had just moved in. i wasn't gonna hit on you when you hadn't even finished unpacking your furniture yet."
"so you did want to hit on me, then," you say confidently, straightening up a little.
âdid i ever say i didn't?â he rests his hands on your hips and gently pulls you towards him, closing the last of the distance between you. his eyes never leave your face, gauging your reaction and looking for any hesitation.
you wrap your arms around him and lean forward, a smile on your lips. "good to know."
he leans in the rest of the way and presses his mouth against yours, and everything else just falls into place. your hands reach up to find his hair, threading your fingers through his blond waves and tugging experimentally, and when he lets out a little noise of pleasure you kiss him harder.
the noise of the party fades into the background as his hands slide down your body to grip your ass, and you canât help the little moan that escapes as he starts to back you up against the wall. his hands stay put, kneading your ass as you try to keep your legs from giving out already. itâs painfully obvious how bad you want him, but itâs equally obvious how he feels the same way.
âfuck, been dreaming about this since the day you moved in,â chan says, pulling away from you with a shaky breath as your fingers tug at the hem of his t-shirt.Â
he pulls it off over his head before leaning over to kiss you again, his tongue tracing over your lips. heâs good at this; not like youâre surprised by it or anything, but it still catches you off guard.
he seems to be able to sense the tiny bit of lingering hesitancy, so he breaks apart from you but still keeps his arms firmly around you, loosening his grip just a little. âis this okay?â he asks in a low voice, but you can hear the concern laced in it.
you nod quickly, tugging your shirt off quickly and letting his hands settle at your hips before you pull him back closer. you never do this. maybe you really had inhaled too much secondhand smoke on the way in and you arenât thinking straight. but deep down, you know thatâs not the case.Â
as much as you hate to admit it, your harmless crush on your neighbor has grown into something much, much more. you canât say youâve never been a little jealous when you see girls leaving his house on sunday mornings after parties. you canât say youâve never let your eyes linger a few seconds too long when he goes out to check the mail and heâs wearing that tight black tank and thin silver chain he never takes off.
or the fact that he works out in his garage with the door open, and you arenât really purposefully trying to look but itâs not your fault that your window just happened to be open. and it wasnât your fault that you just happened to look outside and see him shirtless and bench lifting a very large amount and if you were really really quiet you could almost hear him groaningâ
he slides his hands down your bare skin, hesitating again at the waistband of your jeans, but you arch your back a little to push yourself closer and he takes the hint. he easily undoes the button with one hand, and you try not to think about how many times he mustâve practiced that in order to get that skilled at it. but that thought is quickly pushed out of your mind when his hand makes its way into your pants, his fingers experimentally sliding down past your underwear and brushing through your folds.
you let out a groan, rolling your hips into his hand encouragingly. youâre already hot and sweaty, standing with your back against the door in just your bra and jeans, but itâs hard to tell if the heat is from the crowded, stuffy house or from something else.
âgod, youâre so wet,â he murmurs under his breath almost incredulously as he presses his fingertip against your clit, circling the swollen bud before dipping back down to collect your arousal on his fingers.
you squeeze your thighs together out of instinct, trapping his hand between your legs, and he looks up at you for confirmation. âmore,â you whimper, just loud enough to be heard over the music and the noise on the other side of the door. âchan, please.â
he groans and puts more pressure on your clit, starting to rub a little faster and a little messier. he slides his middle and index fingers inside and you let out an involuntary yelp, clenching and bucking your hips in search of more friction. he starts out slow, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion as his other hand massages the bare skin of your waist.
after more of your pleading he finally concedes, sliding his fingers out and wiping them on his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of wetness on his tan skin. he glances back up at you in questioning, but he finds no hesitation in your expression as his hands start to push your pants down your legs and you kick them away, leaving you bare in front of him.
âyou sure you're ready?â he pauses to ask one more time, but your quick nod has him jumping back into action in seconds.
he follows hurriedly, stripping out of his pants and shoving his boxers down to free his cock. his length springs up and slaps against his stomach, the tip looking flushed and heavy, and your mind goes blank, replaced only with the thought of him inside you. he holds himself in one hand, lining his cock up at your entrance as you adjust your position in preparation.
you groan as he finally ushes into you, your fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades as you struggle to balance.
âfeels good?â he mumbles as he lifts your thigh, wrapping your leg securely around his hip. he doesn't move yet, his hips still as he lets you move however you need.
you barely manage to nod in return, keeping your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, slowly but surely adjusting to his size. âgod, yes,â you manage, trying to keep your breathing steady. âif i'd have known you felt this good i would've come over way sooner.â
âmm, well. you're welcome over here any time.â he grins at you. his dark eyes get hazier with desire as he holds you firmly against his pelvis. âfor any reason you'd like.â
the best response you can come up with is âsureâ, barely listening as you start to roll your hips, but you can tell the sincerity in his statement. your attempt at movement doesn't work very well in this position, but chan quickly takes the hint, pulling back and letting his cock slip halfway out before he drives back into you.
the first thrust has you seeing stars already, and you let out a broken moan as he starts to build up his pace. your back slides against the wall as you feel the bass reverberating through your bones, and it only enhances the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.
âif there werenât so many people in this house, iâd have you screaming my name right now,â chan huffs against your lips, pulling your body closer and wrapping his arms around you tighter.
âmm, but the music is so loud they probably wouldnât be able to hear it anyway,â you bite back with a brazen smile. you're feeling bold, the party atmosphere filling you with a cockiness that you don't usually possess. but something about the environment, the fact that you're fucking the hottest person here while hundreds of people rave obliviously outside the door, is a thrill you've never felt before.
he rolls his head back with a groan, and you feel his thrusts suddenly getting harder and deeper. you have to fight to stay standing, using all your energy to keep yourself upright and leaning most of your weight on him, but if he notices it he doesn't let it show. all those push-ups and bench presses that you ogle him doing in his garage must be good for something, from the way he hoists you against the wall and drives his cock into you without even barely breaking a sweat.
âsay it, then,â he goads, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he holds your leg up. âyou want to, don't you? you wouldn't have come over here tonight if you didn't.â
the worst part is that you know he's right. your own curiosity is what brought you here tonight, masked by the claims of noise complaints. the noise isn't even really that much of a bother: you could've gone to bed, turned on your fan and played some white noise, and you would've been perfectly fine. but some part of you longs to know what goes on at these parties, to see your devastatingly sexy neighbor in this setting you've never witnessed him in yet. so now that your curiosity has been satisfied, you really have nothing to lose.
âchan! fuckâ mmph, yesââ you whine loudly, unintentionally clenching around him as the words fall from your lips. there's no way anyone would hear over the music, and even if they did, there's a high chance they wouldn't care either way. it's just what happens at parties.
his eyes light up at the sound, a moan of his own leaving his mouth as he thrusts into you over and over again, burying his cock as deep as he can go with every stroke. a familiar heat burns in the pit of your stomach at his movements, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. your walls throb around his length, filling every inch of you until you can't take it anymore.
âchanâŠâ you groan again, pulling him towards you with your leg around his waist. âplease, keep going⊠c-close, i'm closeââ
he leans in and presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans with his eager mouth. âgod, please cum for me,â he says breathlessly, pulling away but leaving just enough room for your lips to stay connected by a thin string of spit. âneed to feel it, need to feel you. please, baby, fuckâŠâ
he slams into you even harder, driving his cock right up into the spot that makes your knees nearly buckle. you manage to whimper out his name one last time before your lips go slack against his mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as you crash into your climax. the force of his steady, constant thrusts combined with the force of your orgasm leaves your body tingling, every nerve alight from the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.
his movements don't ever slow, but you can see the emotion twisting in his face in reaction as he watches you cum, squeezing around him so warm and wet and perfect that it takes every ounce of his self control not to immediately follow you over the edge.
his eyes bore into yours, watching your face until he's sure you've recovered enough to handle him. he pulls out and keeps his hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking himself with tiny flicks of his wrist to keep the momentum going.
immediately you drop to your knees in front of him, tilting your head back to stare up at him between his thighs, your eyes wordlessly pleading with him as your tongue nearly rolls out of your mouth.
âfuck, you're soâŠ,â he groans, keeping his fist tight around his cock with a few final motions. âyou're so fucking hot, god, i'm gonnaââ
he whines and his hips buck as he spills across your face, thick white ropes landing on your tongue and your cheeks. your smaller hand reaches up to replace his and you take him into your mouth, gagging only slightly as the salty taste fills your mouth. you wrap your lips around him and swallow, letting your tongue swirl around his sensitive head to collect it all until he's finished.
he pulls back and his cock slips from your mouth, leaving you gasping and licking your lips to catch the stray drops of his cum. his voice is low and strained as he reaches out his hand to help you up, his thick biceps flexing as he pulls you to your feet. despite the blissed-out look on his face you can see the guilt in eyes and it makes you pause, wondering if he didn't enjoy it the same way you just did. but it's only another moment before he speaks again, and your short-lived worries are put to rest.
âi'm sorry it was so fast,â he says almost shyly, pulling you over to sit at the edge of his bed. âi can go again if you aren't done yet. or we can do something else⊠or i could walk you back home. whatever you want, i'm happy to do.â
you expression softens into a grin, still a little hazy but definitely not finished. âoh, i can go again, for sure. i've got all night if you'll let me.â
his eyes crinkle with an eager smile, and you're already spreading your legs to give him space as he falls down onto the bed between them, landing on top of you. his hand cups your chin ans he pulls you into him, his lips finding yours and melting into you with a satisfied hum. his tongue finds its place once again in your mouth, prodding inside as he kisses you with a level of passion and desperation you haven't felt in a long time.Â
he groans into the kiss as he tastes himself on your lips, exploring your mouth and the bitter taste he left inside. you feel the vibrations from it in your jaw and down your neck, and it only makes you kiss him harder in an effort to draw out more of those pretty sounds.
"hey, dino, didn't you say you'd bring me a beer? it's so boring standing out thereâ"
the door opens and you jerk away with a scream, hiding yourself under chan and using the nearest piece of clothing to cover up as someone barges into the room.
"cheol, get the fuck out!" chan shouts, wrapping his arm around you and keeping you pressed tightly against his chest, using his back to shield you from view. "fucking knock next time, dude, you know better!"
"jeez! how should i have known? i thought you said you didn't hook up at parties," cheol mutters as he turns around, slamming the door shut behind him. "i'll get the damn beer myself."
the door slams shut once again, and chan sighs and hangs his head, his forehead leaning against your chest before he reluctantly crawls off of you and crosses the room to lock the door.
âyou donât hook up at parties, huh?â
he turns around to look at you, and you pause to take him in. his hair is messier than it was when you got here, glued to his forehead with sweat and sticking up at odd angles from you tugging on it. his broad chest is tinged red with tiny scratches from your nails, and it makes you want to bite him all over, but you contain yourself for now.
your voice is teasing, but cheolâs words have honestly made you feel a million times lighter. you hadnât expected to be anything special to chan after tonight; at the very least, you hoped that it wouldnât be awkward when you see each other, but youâd figured you were just the next in a long line of girls waiting to have their turn with him. for once, youâd never been so happy to be proven wrong.
âiâll make an exception for the pretty neighbor girl. just this once.â
âoh, so now i'm just pretty. i thought i remembered you saying that i was the hot neighbor girl,â you giggle, watching as he hops on one leg to put his boxers back on.
âtwo things can be true at once,â he says with a grin as he walks back over to you still lying on his bed. âbesides, i still haven't taken you out on a date yet. would be kinda forward of me to call you hot when i haven't even bought you dinner yet.â
you smile at him, trying to fight the warmth burning in your cheeks as you reach up to ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. he lets out a satisfied groan at the feeling, and it gives you an idea.
âdoâŠâ you trail off, suddenly unsure, until you see the warmth in chanâs eyes as he lays on top of you and it fills you with confidence again. âdo you wanna continue this at my house? iâve got the quietest room, and nobody will bother us.â
âmm.â he grins at the way you repeat his words from earlier, enamored with your shy yet playful tone. âif weâre at your place, does that mean i get to give you the noise complaint this time?â
âiâll allow it.â you roll your eyes and pull yourself to sit up. âi need a shower, and iâm sure you would like one, too. plus i have food that hasn't been spilled on the floor or soaked in alcohol.â
he picks your shirt up off the floor and hands it to you with a smile, moving around his room with a quiet confidence you find unbearably hot. âdoes this mean anything to you, or is this just a tonight thing?â he asks.
you bite at your lip as you shimmy back into your jeans, shaky fingers sliding the button into place as you sit back down on the bed. âit does,â you reply simply. âyou did tell me you'd buy me dinner, after all. i'm gonna hold you to that.â
he leans over you, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. âand i plan on keeping that promise.â
you stumble your way through the house, squeezing chanâs hand tightly as he pulls you up the stairs, following him towards the door. you're not worried about anyone noticing you anymore: everyone's too wrapped up in their own business to care, including you. the party seems dulled now, the music fading and the people around you becoming blank faces. all you care about is chan, your eyes roving over his broad back muscles that peek through his shirt as you trail behind him. you must look no different than every other drunk college kid here with the giddy smile on your face, but you haven't had a drop of alcohol. it's just the effect he had on you.
finally you make it outside, and the cool night air feels sharp compared to the humidity inside the house. already it seems quieter as you start to walk the distance across the street, moving away from the party and towards the comfort of your own home. chan moves up beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist while you lead the way, but you're stopped once again by the same man from earlier.
âhey,â he greets chan, only sparing half a smirk in your direction but otherwise not bothering you, despite the heat that instantly rises in your cheeks at the fact that you were caught. âdid you get my beer?â
âno. you said you were getting it yourself.â he rolls his eyes, and cheol whines and gives him a look that you swear almost looks like a pout. âif anyone asks about me, tell them i'm not home. tell them i had toâŠâ he looks over at you with a cocky grin. ââŠhad to go take care of something. noise complaint.â
cheol groans, making a face. âgod, whatever. i don't want the details. but just don't make me stand outside next time. i'm doing you a favor here. i'm supposed to be working on my thesis.â
âsure,â chan replies, but he's still stuck staring at you, barely processing his friend's complaints. âyeah. anyway, i'll catch you tomorrow.â
he tugs gently on your waist and you start walking again, leaving cheol without so much as a goodbye or even a proper introduction. you'll deal with that later, you guess. thereâs a lot of things you'll have to deal with, but at least the wild parties your neighbor boyfriend throws won't be one of them anymore.
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FAR RIGHT RIOTS
REBLOG THIS PLEASE!!
shit is bad in the UK but obviously it is immensly confusing and I know some people wouldn't want to search up the news given how volatile it is, so here is a timeline of events. warnings for talk of violence, child death, racism, police ect
Monday 29/07: mass stabbing occured in Southport at a kids dance class, three girls died on scene, several others were hospitalised. An at time unnamed 17 y old boy was arrested on suspicion, and a knife was seized. later
Tuesday 30/07: having read false news suggesting that the attacker was a muslim immigrant who had arrived on a small boat, far-right groups with links to the EDL their leader Tommy Robinson took to the internet to imply the attacker was Muslim attacked a mosque in Southport, and after being declared a public disturbance, the police showed up and started trying to disperse them. This very quickly spiralled into a riot in which 39 police were hospitalised. Also on this day, Nigel fucking Farage, leader of far-right party Reform UK tweeted a video in which asked if the police were lying that the attack was not "terror related", furthering belief that the attacker was Muslim
Wednesday 31/07: violent anti immigrant protest continued, and there were mass riots in London. The PM spoke out denouncing the far right rioters as "violent thugs who would feel the full force of the law"
Thursday 01/08 : to try and curb the spread of misinformation, the police released the identity of their suspect - Axel Rudakubana, born in Cardiff to Rwandan parents in hope that the confirmation that he is not a Muslim immigrant would stop the rioting. It has not. PM Starmer released a statement saying that these were "coordinated attacks by the far right. " and that "this is not a protest that got out of hand these are individuals bent on violence"
Friday Night 02/08: Riots started in Sunderland late at night with reports of "serious violence". Starmer announced he had a plan to tackle far right violence.
Saturday 03/08: New far right mob action started in Manchester, Bristol, Hull, Belfast, Stoke, and Nottingham. Nottingham saw the first counterprotest, and as I write this, clashes between antifacist protestors and the far right is on going. The racists are setting fire to migrant housing buildings and attacking both police and counterprotestors countrywide. Dispersal orders have been issued for every city centre and major town centre across the UK.
Sunday 04/08: a "nick em quick" approach is to be used against the rioters in a hope to remove the far right mob from the street as soon as possible. There have been over 100 arrests. There are no plans to bring in the army, say ministers. There is a current attack on a migrant housing building in Rotherham.
I will keep posting updates as this unfolds so watch this space. This is obviously terrifying, so I want you to focus on actionable points.
stop the spread of misinformation. i can cite all my sources on a different post if you would like, but know that i visited ten different news sites, and also watched all the live news coverage to make this post. if you see any new information, fact check it. if you see someone spreading misinformation anywhere, DO SOMETHING. call them out and correct them and if they don't fix it, report them.
take care of any of your friends who aren't white, or if you aren't white, consider not going anywhere alone. racists don't discriminate in their discrimination. they are violent, deranged, and several are armed.
unless you are attending a counterprotest, stay the fuck out of town and city centres!!!!
STAY SAFE OUT THERE!! always in solidarity
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Dinner Party
Kyojuro x Sanemi x Tengen&wives x fem!reader
Warnings: Sex, Dirty Smut, MDNI, NSFW, strictly 18+. Group sex . Modern AU. Nearly 5k words Smut. Orgy. Rough oral.
Summary: Sanemi, your husband Kyojuro, and you enjoy dinner with Tengen and his wives at their place. The party ends with...sex. Essentially a pure smut. Enjoy!
Part 2: After Party out now
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As Kyoujuroâs wife, you spent a lot of time with his co-workers. They all worked at a small, tight-knit firm that the three men founded together. Kyoujuro was friends with Tengen and Sanemi long before the two of you met, and they were the first people, even before his parents, that he introduced you to. And they were a lovely bunch. The flamboyant Tengen with his three gorgeous wives and the slightly on-edge Sanemi â a forever bachelor - the guy had much luck with women and yet did not seem to want to settle for anyone.
It was Saturday night and Tengen had you all over for one of his lavish dinners. His wives, Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma were the most gracious of hosts, preparing stunning meals and creating a lovely atmosphere with their bubbly personalities. The house was a modern villa, with a large and stylishly decorated living and dining space all wrapped around a Japanese-inspired closed-in courtyard that housed a garden and an onsen. You all usually stayed late into the night, chatting away, watching movies, and drinking.
The atmosphere tonight was just as friendly, however, something seemed to be on Tengenâs mind all night. He kept on giving you quick glances all through the dinner and lowering his gaze every time you caught him doing it.
After dinner, everyone made themselves comfortable in the large lounge, the girls snuggled up to Tengen, but he kept on looking at you, his gaze baring mischief. Kyoujuro, as always, was a bit too tipsy to even notice what Tengen was doing, he did not drink on a normal basis, so every time he did, he could not really handle it. He leaned his head on your shoulder and said out into the room,
âMaybe we should go home now y/n, and leave our lovely hosts to enjoy the evening.â
âWell, Kyo, good that you speak up, I was just about to suggest that you all stay here with us tonightâ
The gorgeous white-haired man suddenly said, all the time looking you in the eyes, his movie-star smile was as wide as it got.
âIt is fine. Thanks for the offer, but we can take a taxi home, no need to have us mess up your guest roomâ Kyojuro replied.
Tengen threw his head back and laughed.
âOh, no, my dear Kyo. Innocent as always.â He smirked. âWhat I meant is, that you join us for our nightly activities this evening.â
He looked you in the eye again, as in anticipation, and then confronted you with zero shame.
âWhat do you say, y/n. Would you mind sharing your husband with my girls?â
You looked at your husband and he was simply too stunned to even react. Before you could answer Tengen, he nodded toward Sanemi
âHow about you? Care for some fun?â
Sanemi smirked âYou know I am always up for a good fuck.â
Tengen looked back at you and Kyojuro.
âSo, how about you guys?â question directed more at you than Kyo.
You looked at Kyo whose cheeks were now red as a beet.
âWhat do you think?â you asked him
âIt is up to you, I guessâ he nearly stammered.
You looked back at Tengen and something very basic was waking up in you. His normally charming gaze was also turning darker and you now knew nothing better than to succumb to your baser instincts.
âI am up for it. Yes, for sure.â
You looked at Kyo, who was staring at you in shock.
âBaby, you will have fun. You will see. Besides, it would be rude to disappoint our gracious hosts.â You smiled innocently at him, while your thoughts were anything but.
Tengen stretched out his arm to you and spoke
âCome here then.â
When you walked up to him, he stood up and said to his wives:
âOk, you three have fun with the boys, I want this one to myself firstâ With that he grabbed you by the hand and started to lead you away to their bedroom.
In the meantime, Sanemi shamelessly waved in Makio and Hinatsuru to come to him and soon enough the trio was getting on with clothes being ripped off and moans starting to fill the space. Kyoujuro was still seated in the same spot, but now with a visible erection growing in his pants. Suma walked over to him and knelt between his legs.
âDo not be shy. I will help you relaxâ she giggled massaging his clothed dick and making him moan quietly.
You were now being led through the spacious house to Tengenâs bedroom. His large hand holding yours softly and a sweet smile graced his handsome face. Your anticipation was growing with every step, your pussy slowly tightening and wetness forming between your legs. You always admired Tengenâs looks and physique, but honestly always dismissed any dirtier thoughts from lingering for longer than a flash of a second. But now, you were granted the possibility to finally explore and revisit all that you always pushed aside. At last, you reached the bedroom. It was big by normal standards, but not as large as you would imagine, most of it taken up by a huge bed. There were multiple doors leading to what you could make out as two ensuite bathrooms and nothing less but four separate walk-in closets. Walls were adorned with artwork and there was a large tv on the opposite wall. The room smelled of jasmine and other floral notes you did not quite recognise.
Tengen was standing behind you with his hands placed on your shoulders. He pressed himself tightly into your back and leaned down to kiss your neck. His large, muscular body was cradling you perfectly and he had to lean down far to reach your neck due to the considerable size difference between the two of you. You could feel his hard dick pressing into your waist and you started grinding yourself back on him. It felt huge, the hardness against your soft backside making you want to rip his clothes off and fuck him straight away.
His hands were now moving down your neck to your breasts. The feel of his large, warm hands on your exposed neckline was making you so freaking hot. Soon enough he was massaging your breasts with both hands, not being fully satisfied with touching you through your clothes, he reached down into your lowcut top and into your bra, playing gently with your nipples. You were eliciting some very lascivious moans as he took out your boobs from the bra and out of your top. He was tracing your neck and sides of your cheeks with his lips all the while you were bucking your back into his hard-on. He started to remove your top, with skillful hands unclipped your bra and tossed it to the side, and finally slid down your skirt and panties. All you were left wearing were your lace top stay-ups and high-heeled stiletto shoes.
Slowly, he started pushing you lightly, making you move toward the bed. He pushed far enough that you were now leaning over the edge of it supported by your stretched-out arms. He spread your legs wide and went down on his knees behind you spreading your ass cheeks and licking up a quick line along your wet folds. He kept on licking you between your legs with the flat of his tongue, but he needed better access to work more meticulously.
So now, he gently helped you switch positions and you were soon lying flat on your back with legs spread wide for him. He removed his shirt and you gasped at the sight of his naked torso. He grinned widely
âYou like what you see?â
He was very aware of what his looks did to women and found it amusing at times, but without being cocky about it. His fingers were spreading your labia and he focused on rubbing on one side while licking your clit area with slow and light movements of his wet muscle. A finger was drawing circles around the opening of your cunt with him increasing the pressure on the inside of your labia. You were experiencing so much pleasure now, all you could do was close your eyes and moan like a whore.
He kept his movements on you steady and firm, not moving from any spot until your moans were not as loud anymore, skillfully seeking out the next more sensitive spot by listening to your vocal response and the movement of your hips. He was essentially doing what you used to when you masturbated. His pussy eating skills were unmatched. As he felt your arousal intensify, your pussy clenching and spasming more and more he was now narrowing down his movements closer and closer to your clitoris, slowly sending you into overdrive. He was not cruel, however, and feeling you were about to edge, he now applied extra pressure on your clit and worked until you could no longer control yourself, the sensation of needing to pee quickly turning into an avalanche of ecstasy. You squirted all over him and kept on moaning even as you were descending from your high.
He climbed onto the bed next to you and started kissing you, making you taste your own juices.
âYou taste so good, y/n, I cannot get enough of you.â
Your hands were already fumbling with his zipper and soon you were sliding his pants and boxers off. When his dick was exposed, you stopped your action and grabbed hold of it, him doing the rest of the undressing. You were completely mesmerised by its size. Sure, Kyo was not small and you had your fair share of cock before him, but this? This was on another level. Tengen was nearly two meters tall and not directly lanky, with a strong muscular build so his size would most likely be reflected in his dick, but this was more than you ever thought was possible. Nine inches maybe? You swallowed and started slowly to lick him up his shaft, making him sigh in pleasure.
You were licking him and stroking with your hands for a while, lapping up the precum that steadily leaked out of his tip. Opening your mouth wide you started to sink yourself over his dick while pumping the rest of the huge shaft with one hand. He was rubbing you between your folds again, creating new wetness that was now running down your thighs. Come over here âhe whispered and guided you to sit down on his face.â You were in a full sixty-nine now. One of your favourite positions.
With a firm grip on your hips, he pulled you down so that you were fully seated on his mouth and started snaking his tongue into you. At the same time, you were now enthusiastically sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing and small gagging sounds coming out of your mouth every time you sank down on his length. He was gentle with your blow job, not bucking his hips nor pushing down your head. He was aware of his size and had enough control and experience to immerse himself in you doing the work for him instead.
His tongue was working relentlessly on your clit, with you bucking your hips back and forth to create more friction. You were edging now, but too focused on giving him pleasure to have your own release again. He must have felt you clench and get wetter as that went straight to his dick, you feeling it twitch, stiffen and a few more sucks later he came into your mouth, filling you up. You swallowed eagerly, the pleasant salty taste of him tantalising your senses. While you were licking him dry, he intensified his pressure on your crotch and you came again. Not a huge orgasm this time, but good enough to make you scream out briefly.
Now you lay next to each other, enjoying the lingering sensation of contentment and the warmth of still pulsing, blood-filled and swollen genitals. His hand was tracing lightly on your folds, smearing all the cum that leaked out of you.
You were now curious about what was going on in the living room⊠You lifted your head up a little and was listening to the distant sounds of pleasure. Tengen smirked and picked up a remote control. After a moment of fumbling the tv turned on and what came up on the screen was a birdâs eye view of Tengenâs living room.
âYou have cameras in there??â you asked.
âYes, they are security cameras, but I just realised they could come to good useâ he said with a broad grin.
What was happening on the screen was a full-blown orgy.
Sanemi had Makio and Hinatsuru working on his cock, with Hinatsuru sucking his balls and Makio bobbing her head up and down with Sanemi pressing her head down in an unkind manner. His head was thrown back on the headrest and his teeth were gritted in pleasure.
All the while Kyoujuro was frenetically thrusting his hips and cock into Sumas backside who was moaning loud enough to wake up the neighbourhood.
You were staring at the screen with your pussy gradually getting wetter (if that was even possible from how soaked you already were). You were interrupted by Tengen, who was positioned between your legs with the large cock erect once again. Your look must have unveiled your worries as he said in a soft voice
âIt will fit. I promise. You are so wet anywayâ. He smiled.
With that, he parted your pussy with his fingers and positioned his tip at the opening, pushing in slowly. The feeling of a cock this size filling you up was making you absolutely wild with arousal. You were moaning for every inch he was gaining on you. His actions were pure perfection, he really had an intimate knowledge of the female body. He could not bottom out yet, his cock simply too huge and your pussy clenching ferociously. But that did not bother him much. You would eventually open more.
He now started gently pumping his dick into you while watching the footage from the living room. He tilted your chin and turned your head toward him and with a delicate stroke to your cheek, he said in a soft but slightly condescending tone.
âDo you like what you see?â It was almost a whisper. âYou are a very dirty girl, arenât you?â
âHow about we give my girls a break and I call the boys in here for you? I think you might enjoy thatâŠ. I do not think you are satiated yet; I can see it in your eyes.â
You swallowed. You knew so well what he had in mind and the thought of all three males giving you this kind of attention made your body basically limp with arousal.
You kept on watching until everyone in the living room climaxed. Tengen pulled out of you, got up and disappeared into the living room. When he appeared on the screen you could hear him tell his wives to relax and put champagne on cooling. He needed the three men in the bedroom with you and him and you all would be a while, but you all would join the ladies in the hot tub for a relaxing soak and champagne afterward. The girls giggled and walked out of the living room.
The screen went empty and a moment later the three men appeared in the bedroom. Kyo with a heavy blush covering his face, the confident Sanemi with a smug smirk and finally Tengen with a peaceful expression in his smiling pink eyes.
âWell, well, well. Arenât you a horny one. Sure you wanna take all three of us at once?â
Sanemi blurted out in his usual cocky manner.
âDid you know she was like this?â he asked turning to Kyoujuro.
Kyoujuroâs normally gentle eyes started to narrow and you could see he was on the verge of saying something he would regret. Luckily, the tactically minded Tengen, being the older one here, took reign of the situation and said
âHey guys, letâs not bicker, we are all consenting adults here. I think we should get to it before your nagging puts y/n offâ
he looked at you and when he was sure they could not see his eyes, he rolled his eyes in a conspiratory gesture toward you, something that made you smile through pressed lips and nod your head to him lightly. You were getting very used to his charming demeanour.Â
âOk, ok. We can get started. Btw, are you ok with taking it up your ass y/n? No offence, but there are three of us hereâ
Sanemi noted, but got quickly interrupted by Tengen
âNemi, seriously, It is up to y/n, however, she has not prepped herself. So no, I can answer on her behalf that that is off-limits tonight. Y/n, do you agree?â
âYes, totally.â
Sanemi sighed deeply, almost as if in disappointment. So, he was into anal, hey? You learned something new tonight.
Sanemi was the first to walk up to you, his erect heavy cock bobbing with every step. He knelt down beside you and started massaging your breasts and enclosed his lips on one of your nipples. You started moaning, his massage of your boobs getting more intense and his tongue flicking your nipple faster now.
âYou know, I might just fuck your tits then, since you wonât put up back thereâ he said with a grin.
With that, he straddled your torso and positioned his hard dick between your breasts.
âNow, sweetheart, squeeze them together for me so I can fuck themâ
You did as he asked and soon his dick was sliding back and forth between your tits, his leaking tip coming close to your chin with every move forward. In the meantime, you could feel a large finger spread your labia again, Tengen was getting ready to fuck your pussy. You were so wet now, that he did not need any more prep, but instead, you started to feel that enormous dick of his being slowly pushed into you again. He felt so fucking good and his movements were just perfect. You completely understood how the guy could satisfy three women. Kyoujuro was the last to join, standing next to your face, the blonde was pumping his thick cock next to your mouth, and looking at you with those hungry amber eyes you were so used to. You opened your mouth eagerly and he slowly pressed himself past your lips, your tongue snaking on the incoming length. His hand stroking your hair gently.
âFuck, Kyo, she is such a slut, taking us so good. I could though sense her being on the wild side the first time we met, she was too hot to be tameâ
Sanemi spoke through gritted teeth, his little dirty monologue stopped by Tengen who flicked his finger at the back of Sanemiâs head.
âShut it, Nemi. Just enjoy yourself, will you? But, hey Kyo. Y/n is lovely and if she does not mind, I would love to have an encore of our eveningâ
He spoke with quite a strained voice now, being engulfed in his own pleasure. Right now, it was only Tengen and Sanemi who were making you weak with pleasure, Tengenâs cock hitting all the right spots with every slow thrust and Sanemi pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. You were eliciting muffled moans onto Kyoujuroâs cock, but to be honest, you were not sucking him with much enthusiasm, being so engulfed in what the two white-haired hotties were doing to you.
Suddenly, Kyoujuro grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head backward. The look in his eyes was wild and fierce and he hissed through his teeth:
âYou are neglecting your wifely duties, my dear. I think I must show you how to behave properly.â
With that, he shoved his full length into your mouth making you gag. This really took you by surprise, almost so you did not recognise your so otherwise playful and gentle lover. You looked at him pleadingly, but he did not seem to care, continuing to thrust into you while holding your hair tight. You were completely at the three menâs mercy, taking whatever they were giving to you, and thanks to Tengen you were receiving a lot. The pressure in your belly was increasing and you were now edging. You tapped Sanemi on the arm
âsqueeze the other nipple too, please Nemiâ
He smirked and granted your wish. The action of his rough hands on your hard buds was what was needed to push you over the edge and you climaxed, your scream only muffled by Kyojuroâs cock inside your mouth. The spasming of your pussy was now too much for Tengen as well, and soon enough your clenching muscles milked him hard and  you felt the warmth of his cum inside you. When he pulled out, you felt so empty, you pulled away from Kyojuroâs cock and tried to look around Sanemi to send your plea to Tengen, but right then it was Sanemiâs turn to orgasm and you were met with thick ropes of semen spraying your face and landing in your open mouth.
Kyojuro was now really annoyed, once again having your attention stolen like this. He shifted his position so that he was facing you just behind the top of your head where you were lying down and then hovered himself over you, with his hips over your face and his face toward your belly. His heavy dick now hanging down in your face, he tilted your head slightly backward and pushed himself in your mouth with the intention to mouth fuck you properly. He was fast and rough, almost choking you. His grunts were hoarse and deep. This was not the most comfortable fucking you experienced, to be honest, and you were surprised by his sudden roughness.
Luckily for you, Tengen dove between your legs and started teasing your now overstimulated clit. His licks and massage were just as good as the first time he made you come. You were slowly adjusting to Kyojuroâs actions and focused solely on enjoying what Tengen was doing to you, him now flicking your clit faster and faster until you dissolved in another orgasm, squirting all over his handsome face. He smiled and lapped up as much as he could of your juices. The sight of all this must have finally been too much for Kyo, who now actioned a sloppy thrust and emptied his balls deep into your throat.
His load must have been huge as when he pulled out a fair bit leaked out onto your cheek. You were too fucked out to even notice that your face and neck were literally smeared with cum. You just laid there in bliss. Sanemi and Kyoujuro were both also lying on their backs in the large bed, panting. Tengen though was too considerate to leave you hanging. He walked up to you and lifted you up in his arms.
âYou look like you need a showerâ and carried you to the bathroom.
âCan you stand up?â
Surprisingly, you could.
âGood. I am glad to see that you can.â
He turned on the shower and when he deemed the temperature to be just right, he led you in there and embraced you, whispering into your ear
âJust so you know, I really, really want to see more of you like this. I mean itâ
You looked into his enchanting eyes and felt like this would be a lovely arrangement.
After you showered you joined the group in the onsen and all of you enjoyed the rest of the night with champagne and conversation flowing freely.
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Warnings: changes tenses like, two times, cause Jason is obvi still in love with you, so it would be weird if some things were in the past tense and such. Just go along with it
Virgin!Jason Todd who never had sex before he died and when he comes back in a different body, looking like he fucked half of Gotham, is still just a scared little kid underneath it all.
And then came you.
You met Jason at a Wayne Gala, coming as a friend of Dukeâs. You didnât know about any superhero personas, and it showed. Happy and carefree, you werenât what Jason assumed of the average citizen of Gotham. The parallels didnât escape him: you, dancing with Duke and slightly buzzed, and him, the epitome of a wallflower. Clothed in a stunning red dress that just so happened to be the exact same colour Jason had practically trademarked, Jasonâs eyes followed you over the rim of his glass. He was nursing a cup of non-alcoholic cider because he would never touch a drop of alcohol after his parents.
âWho is that?â Jason murmured to Cass when she came over to hide from the party. Cass was the only one he felt remotely comfortable with. She didnât know him before Red Hood, like Bruce, so she didnât compare him to an energetic little boy that was just a memory in the mirror. She didnât joke around and pretend everything was okay and dandy, like Dick. She didnât constantly ask whether he was okay, like Steph, or dote on him like he was a broken birdie. She wasnât holding past resentment, like Tim, who still hadnât totally forgotten Jasonâs rage at his replacement. And she wasnât a reminder of the al Guhlâs, like Damian. Cass and Alfred were his safe space, even though both had their flaws.
âY/n L/n,â Cass supplied, not asking any questions. âDuke met her at school and they clicked. Sheâs been coming over to the Manor more frequently. Sheâs actually pretty fun. Even Damian introduced her to his zoo.â
Jason couldnât hold back a snort, wondering how that mustâve gone over. Damian was extremely protective of his pets, so only a select few could interact with them. Jason missed the cocked eyebrow Cass gave him, surprised at his reaction. He was too busy watching you pull Steph onto the dance floor.
âUm, when does she usually come around?â Jason asked, trying to be subtle and failing miserably. âJust so I can, you know, avoid her.
It was Cassâs turn to snort in amusement, before saying dryly, âFridays or Saturdays.â
Did it surprise Cass at all when Jason just so happens to show up to the Manor on Saturday, claiming he forgot something from the party? No. No, it does not.
Dick was utterly shocked at Jasonâs appearance. It was well known that Jason was just dipping his toe into the Batfam again. He usually stayed at his lonely apartment and only came over during a major holiday. Dick tried not to look anything into it, but he couldnât help a surge of hope that his little brother may be coming back to them.
Alfred, on the other hand, was not surprised at all. In the recent mornings, Jason had been sneaking into the kitchen, just to talk to Alfred. The two shared a bond that few could achieve. When Bruce wasnât acting as a father, Alfred was there. So when Jason appeared on Saturday morning, having carefully thought out that Friday was much too soon to officially meet you, Alfred had already set out another plate for breakfast.
âDid you acquire any sleep last night, Master Jason?â The butler asked as he flipped pancakes.
Jason chewed at his lip and shook his head. âI tried, but I was thinking too much, you know?â
âYour nightmares again?â Alfred prosed smoothly.
âNo,â Jason replied smoothly. Y/n L/n.
Virgin!Jason Todd who knew you were coming over. What he didnât know was that you were coming over under the pretence that you and Stephanie had a video game to finish, when truthfully, you wished to see the boy from the party that had caught your eye. You werenât disappointed. Jason had taken up residence in the living room, foot propped on his knee as he oh-so-casually held a book in his hand.
Steph threw Jason a curious glance before throwing herself down on the couch and picking up a controller. âY/n, this is Jason,â she introduced. âHeâs⊠a brother,â she decided was the best way to describe him.
Jason, determined to look nonchalant, glanced up from his book (he had been staring at the same page for six minutes) and said, âhey.â Excellent conversation starter, Jason, he thought to himself sarcastically.
âHi!â You gave him a small wave before sitting down next to Stephanie and taking a controller from her. Jason soon found it very difficult to keep pretending to read, not because of the shouts and yells you and his sister were making at the TV, but because of the groans coming from your mouth whenever something didnât go the way you wanted. He couldnât help but dream, wondering what other situations you would groan in.
He excused himself soon after, head ducked and neck flushed as he hurried out of the room. He didnât notice you staring after him, wondering what was wrong. It wasnât until Steph shouted out that you were about to die that you were snapped out of your trance.
Unfortunately, you did die in the video game, but you found an excuse to talk to Jason via the book he had left behind.
Cass easily supplied his address and so thatâs how you found yourself at his door one Saturday evening.
Itâs just a book, you reasoned. I couldâve left it at the Manor. This is stupid.
And yet, almost as if he sensed you, Jason opened the door right when youâre about to leave. âY/n?â His voice was hoarse from disuse and even though heâs bigger and stronger and more dangerous than you, you couldnât help but compare him to a child coming to their parents after a nightmare.
âHey, Jason,â you said, holding the book close to your chest. âUm. I just came to return your book. You left it at the Manor.â You hesitated for a moment before asking, âyou okay?â
Jason nodded and it was then you noticed his hair was wet from a shower and his grey shirt had sprinkles of little water droplets on the shoulders. âDid I disturb you?â you asked.
Jason immediately shook his head. âNo. You could never disturb me.â He glanced at the book in your hands, eyes flicking back up to you before muttering, âthanks,â and grabbing the book from you.
Ripped out of your hands, leaving you without your lifeline, embarrassment bloomed on your face. You didnât know whether to leave or to continue the conversation â if you could call this one.
Jason hated himself when he awkwardly closed the door in your face.
He tried not to cry himself to sleep that night, images of his scarred body in the bathroom mirror haunting him
Virgin!Jason Todd didnât see you until next monthâs gala. You made your way up to him, this time in a green dress that suited your complexion perfectly. Jason didnât like seeing you in Damianâs colour. He much preferred his own.
During a slow dance, you asked with hands behind your back, âhow was the book?â You leaned against the wall, smiling up at him. Jason really liked that smile, even if he didnât deserve it. As much as he would hate to see it â jealousy swirled in him even at the thought â it was Dick who deserved that smile. He had always been the suave, smooth-talking one. Hell, right now, there were three girls talking to Dick.
Jason realised he hadnât answered you. You deserved someone to pay attention to you. But if you could give him another chance to pay attention, heâd happily stare at you forever.
âUm. It was good. Is, I mean. I havenât finished it yet.â He hadnât been able to look at the book since you dropped it off. It only reminded him of how poorly he had treated you. And how dangerous you were to his feelings.
After a moment of awkwardness, you asked with a teasing and curious lilt in your voice, âdo you not have anyone to dance with?â
Jasonâs head whipped towards you. All semblance of coolness left him when you spoke to him. âIâm not really a dancer, princess.â The nickname slipped out and he wanted to bang his head against the wall. He didnât notice your blush and small smile because he was too busy blushing himself and looking anywhere but you.
He wanted to tell you that heâs never danced before, but he would gladly dance a thousand dances with you. But he couldnât say that because that would be too obvious. Youâre not stupid, he rationalised. Youâre perceptive and his poker face is ruined when it comes to you. Youâd probably figured out he has a crush on you.
Which he does. A stupid, impossible, and terribly inconvenient crush.
As a kid, he didnât have time for crushes. Between living in Crime Alley and being Robin, the closest thing he got to a crush was seeing pretty girls on the street. And then the Joker killed him before he was able to be a teenager.
But these feelings were bigger than he had ever felt for a girl on the street. Was this how a teenager was supposed to feel?
So why was he feeling this now when he was a full grown adult?
Virgin!Jason Todd whoâs ears flush pink when you cheekily ask him if he has a significant other to dance with. No, he doesnât have a girlfriend. How could he have a girlfriend when youâre standing next to him looking so pretty? A girlfriend? No, itâs laughable. He might feel attracted to you, but the idea that he could love someone and someone could love him back, even through all the brokenness⊠was simply absurd.
He wished he could find a better word than pretty. Youâre much more than pretty. With all the romance novels heâs read, he should be able to turn his heart beats into words.
It was comical how he can walk into the most dangerous parts of Gotham and emerge without a scratch, but with you, his heart is carved up and shredded. Here he is, flustered over a pretty girl. How pathetic.
And then at the end of the night, when Dick clapped him on the chest and berated him for not using that opportunity to ask you out, Jason thought it was extra pathetic
Virgin!Jason Todd who didnât know how to go about talking to you. He never learned how. He never had the growing pains of awkward middle school crushes. He was having them now. Should he be flirty like Dick and all those men he read about in books? Should he pass out in your arms from coffee overdose like Tim? Bruce was no help whatsoever and Jason didnât fully trust him yet to go to him for help.
And bless Alfred, but he was too old for this kind of thing. The butler, depending on his age (for Jason dared not ask), would either subject him on how to marry Y/n L/n before Jason went off to war to fight the Rebels, or how to court Y/n L/n in an intricate dance of politeness and rules where they all wore ball gowns and three piece suits
Virgin!Jason Todd was definitely overthinking it all
Virgin!Jason Todd who knew it was impossible not to overthink when it comes to you. Everything needed to be perfect, because you are perfect. How could he ever ask you out, let alone love you when he had scars both inside and out? It was a good thing he wasnât a hero, because heroes werenât supposed to have scars. They werenât supposed to have trauma. And Jason was the farthest thing from a hero. But thatâs all you deserved: a hero
Virgin!Jason Todd who promised to worship you. He promised it to any deity who might be listening just in case they had the graciousness to lead you into his arms. He cursed Bruce the next time he goes to a gala and youâre not there
Virgin!Jason Todd who showed up on your doorstep that night, worried something was wrong. He was still in his suit and tie and shuffling nervously on your doorstep when you opened your home up to him. It turned out you had some work you had to catch up on, which is why you werenât at the gala.
Hot chocolate and careful talking led to you reaching your hand out to tuck a piece of his hair back. Heâs too busy dreaming about laying in bed and having you do that again and again to register your apologies, worried you overstepped. You were apologising. For touching him. He couldnât stand the thought of that. That you thought you were rude or disrespectful. He needs you to touch him and to think you would apologise for the lovely, new feeling dancing in his stomach and slowly making its way to his heart
Virgin!Jason Todd who then gave you his first kiss, hesitant and slow. His lips pressed against yours, soft and hesitant and a bit off-centred. He tried his best not to let his teeth clash against yours, and he worried he did something wrong when you froze for a moment. But then you brought your hand up to touch his face and ohâŠ
Virgin!Jason Todd who finally understood all those cheesy monologues when you tried to stutter out your emotions. He managed to calm both you and him by kissing you again. Jason found that his anxiety melted away when he kissed you, replaced by a feeling that felt a bit like anxiety, but mostly like home.
His hands laid in his lap, terrified to touch you, the art he was gifted to see. You reached down and gently guided his hands to your waist where he held you tenderly. Holy shit, what if he hurt you? His hands were made to hurt, not to love. How was he supposed to love?
He guessed that you would help him figure it out
Virgin!Jason Todd didnât mind if the two of you didnât make it to the bedroom for the next couple of dates. Hell, he wouldâve been happy to keep your relationship to watching movies together, you tucked under his arm. He was able to touch you that way. He was able to slowly break down his walls and explore what you liked. A little brush across the side? The small massage of the calf? A kiss to the temple?
It wasnât about four months into your relationship (which Jason was all too proud to boast and praise you about. He really liked hearing you call him your boyfriend, especially when another guy was hitting on you and they would turn around to see all 6 foot 3 inches and 200 pounds of him ready to throw hands.) that Jason felt himself want more. He wanted all of you. Guilt always gnawed away at him whenever his mind slipped into dangerous territory. Should he be feeling this way? He didnât want it to seem that he was in this relationship for your body. And how would he ever approach the subject with you? Was he supposed to sit you down and talk about it or just go like all those people in the books and movies.
âSweetheart?â Jason found you sitting on the floor, reading, because sometimes the floor was just better. He wiggled his way behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand automatically came to comb through his locks of hair.
He found himself explaining the situation to you
Virgin!Jason Todd who was shocked when you guessed he was a virgin. This was supposed to be some big revelation, but you said youâd deduced it a while ago. Not to mention the relief he felt when you said youâd walk him through it
Virgin!Jason Todd who didnât know what to do. Now the both of you were in his bed, lips red from making out, a hickey proudly on his collarbone, and you were lifting your shirt up. And when you asked if you could take your bra off, he was pretty sure he had never nodded so quickly. You found it amusing that he was so nervous and excited, but also gratifying that you were the one he trusted enough. You were going to take Jason Toddâs virginity
Virgin!Jason Todd who had his hands guided to your breasts by you. His hands were still for a long moment, unsure of what to do. At his helpless stare, you said, âsqueeze them, pinch them, just feel them, Jason.â Slowly kneading your breasts in his hands, Jason felt himself relax. He experimented by lightly pinching your nipple and apparently, that hitch in your breath meant he did something well
Virgin!Jason Todd who then carefully laid you down on his pillow, wanting to take a picture and forever hold onto this memory. But pictures could come later in your relationship. Not even a picture could capture this feeling that was blooming in his chest. You asked if he was ready for the next step and when he confirmed, you wiggled out of your pants
Virgin!Jason Todd who was a bitâ oh my god, your thighs
Virgin!Jason Todd who was embarrassed to see your underwear and the wet spot that was slowly getting bigger all because of him. You reassured him that the two of you didnât need to go any further, but Jason felt the unmistakable and mortifying tightening of his pants. You quickly sat up and tried to calm him down.
âJay, baby, itâs okay. Itâs normal to feel nervous. I just need you to communicate and tell me what you want. If you want to continue, great! If not, great! Letâs go put on a movie and have some popcorn. I will take this at your pace, angel.â
Virgin!Jason Todd didnât know how you could see him as an angel when the Y-shaped scar on his chest told the story of a devil. A zombie. He wasnât an angel. He was judge, jury, and executioner. He was a broken man and yet here you were, picking up every shard and piece and creating a fucking mosaic that spanned the cosmos
Virgin!Jason Todd who counted himself thankful a thousand times over when he was able to find the courage to lift his shirt and only see love in your eyes when you saw all his scars and cuts, etched into his skin, each a story that he would wish to forget.
He let you explore and press a kiss to each place he was insecure about. But then he laid you down and slowly slipped your underwear off. Jason swallowed back all the praises and prayers that wouldâve fallen from his mouth and made him seem weird. Granted, you two had been dating long enough for you to know Jason revered you, but still
Virgin!Jason Todd who looked at you, wide eyed and heart swelling with love, when you told him that nothing had to happen that he wasnât comfortable with. There didnât need to be any oral or anything the first time around
Virgin!Jason Todd who wanted to do more things, but his cock was straining against his boxers so tightly that he mightâve come in his underwear if he didnât get inside you
Virgin!Jason Todd who had read that he needed to stretch you out first, but you assured him he neednât do that. Jason didnât dare think of another man having you and so he did the only thing he could think of â slowly push into you.
Turns out the groans you made with you lost a video game where nothing like the moans you made when he bottomed out
Virgin!Jason Todd who tried so hard not to shoot his load into you when your walls clenched around him the first time.
âYouâre making this very, very hard, princess,â he gasped out
Virgin!Jason Todd who managed a few short thrusts before you grinded on his hips and he felt himself losing control. âY/n-â he tried to warn you, when your whispered encouragement drove him over the edge. Instinctively, his hips pressed into yours, bucking and trying to obtain friction
Virgin!Jason Todd apologised profusely about the fact that you didnât come. He felt so bad about it that he was about to get on his knees, determined to try oral for the first time, when you giggled and asked him if he wanted to go another round. Your fingers scratched through his hair and his resolve broke
Virgin!Jason Todd who stared up at you like seeing a goddess when you threw your leg over his waist, straddling him and taking charge
Virgin!Jason Todd who, eventually, after more rounds and more weeks, became more comfortable with pleasuring you and quickly became addicted to your body just as much as he was addicted to your heart and mind
Virgin!Jason Todd who became so much more confident in his body. He began to tease you in public, pinching your sides or hotly whispering into your ear all the things heâd like to do to you. He read some of your smutty books, mentally taking notes, and he studied female anatomy
Virgin!Jason Todd who blossomed into the sex god he looked like, but forever promised that he would only use those powers to pleasure you
Virgin!Jason Todd who wasnât a virgin anymore
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wet nights | joel miller
pairing/AU: bfd!joel miller x female!reader â no outbreak
summary: getting beer spilled down your dress at your best friend sarahâs birthday party might not have been so badâ not when her dad can help you clean up.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! reader is 25 and joel is 47, reader is described as wearing a dress, swearing, use of pet names, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, exhibitionism, praise with a dash of degradation kink, one small touch of your clit, soft dom!joel, use of sir, cum play, no use of y/n
a/n: mom said it was my turn to write bfd!joel lol. basically this is just me wanting to write joel getting his cock and balls sucked bc it's what he deserves đ as always thank you to @dustydaddyyy for reading through this for me! and happy reading <3
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Nodding your head to the beat of the music you gulped down a cooling sip of beer. The bar was stuffed to the brim tonight for Sarahâs birthday. Every chair and booth occupied, large groups huddled together against the walls, and a growing crowd of brave, seemingly deep enough down their drinks, dancers moved across the makeshift dance floor. Leaning against the bar right at the end, you were shielded from the continuous line of people looking for a drink to sate their thirst on this hot summer night.
Youâd missed Sarah since graduation. Sheâd moved back to Austin to be closer to her father â a man you had still to meet even after all these years of knowing Sarah. Youâd met in undergrad where youâd had a couple of overlapping classes the first year. Sheâd been one of those people where youâd just clicked, like a hand in a glove, you two just fit together.
Now you had moved to Austin. It wasnât exactly planned, but youâd applied to a postgraduate program at the University of Texas, not necessarily thinking youâd get inâ but then you had. Sarah had been ecstatic when youâd told her. You hadnât seen her in person in over a year, but you couldnât wait to live in the same city as your best friend again.
But first, her 25th birthday party.
Tonight would be your first night out as a new Austinite. Sarah had invited all her closest friends and family to her favorite bar to celebrate. Youâd dreaded it a little, you werenât gonna lie. That nagging anxiety had bubbled under your skin all week at the prospect of being the only one at the party who didnât know anyone already. Sarah had told you not to worry though when youâd voiced your concern to her a few days ago â sheâd introduce you to everyone â nothing to worry about, and sheâd been right.
All Sarahâs friends had been extremely friendly and nice, and youâd been taken under their wing immediately. Quickly, your anxiety had melted away, condensing into nothing as youâd started to have a good time.
It was deep into the summer, and Austin had shown itself from its hotter side the last few days. Inside the bar everything ran hot, even with the AC on blast and with the amount of people whoâd made their way inside in the last hour, looking for a good time on a Saturday night, it never stood a chance.
Trying to cool off youâd excused yourself from your new group of friends to order yourself a cold beer. One of the ACs blew cold air directly towards the bar, keeping the frantic bartenders cool as they pushed out order after order of drinks. You watched them from where you stood perfectly in the wind of the AC, glass raised to your lips when you felt a hard bump against your shoulder.
âFuck,â you cursed as your full glass of beer spilled all down your front, staining your white summer dress.
âShitâ sorry, sweetheart.â You didnât have time to react as your beer was lifted out of your wet hand and placed on the rough wood of the bar.
Looking up from your ruined dress you took in your beer thief as he reached across the bar for some napkins. He was older, forties maybe, maybe older if you were to take the sprinkle of salt and pepper in his hair into consideration, but he was gorgeous. A strong jaw and sculptured nose. Clad in a t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans, you thought he looked casualâ not like he belonged to the rest of the birthday party. The material of his t-shirt strained against his bicep as he leaned back from over the bar â a stack of napkins now in his hand. Standing to his full height before you, you noticed just how broad he was, and it made a drop of desire pool in your core.Â
The manâs previous frantic movements came to a halt as he took you in for the first time; his dark brown eyes rolling down your body and leaving a trail of heat. His fist full of napkins stalled when his eyes landed on your dress, quickly diverting them with a loud clearing of his throat.
âUmâ here,â he said, voice strained as he handed you the napkins.
Pulling your eyebrows together in a frown, you looked down at yourself again. The fabric was completely soaked through, and you felt a prickling heat tickle your cheeks as you realized you now looked like a walking ad for a wet t-shirt competition.
âOh shit,â you muttered, taking the napkins from the man as you tried your best to cover yourself.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheartâ bumpinâ into ya like that.â
Pressing the napkins to your dress you shook your head at him, âItâs fineâ eh,â you looked up from your body.
âJoel,â he introduced himself.
âItâs fine, Joel. It was an accident. Iâll just go to the restroom and try to get the stain out,â you said with a grimace, and reached for more napkins.
âLet me help ya,â he offered as he placed a friendly hand on your elbow.
As Joel guided you through the crowd towards the toilets, hand hovering at a polite distance behind your back, he continued to apologize.
âI feel terribleâ let me at least pay for it if it ends up needinâ replacinâ.â
Inside the barâs toilets, you jumped up on the stone countertop lining the wall, turning the closest sink on.
âItâs okay,â you repeated as you busied yourself with trying to clean yourself up, âThis isnât the first time Iâve gotten beer spilled all over me,â you said with a teasing laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Standing beside you with his hip leaning against the stone and a knee popped, Joel huffed out a strained laugh, a laugh somewhere between embarrassment and relief.
âYeah?â He questioned, eyes falling to your working hands.
âTell you this muchâ Iâve had plenty of wet nights.â
A sound escaped Joel at your words, one he quickly tried to cover up with a cough, and you realize your innuendo a second too late. When you looked up from your hands, eyes wide, you noticed that Joelâs cheeks had flushed slightly, like he was embarrassed that heâd even caught onto the innuendo you hadnât meant to make.Â
âOh! No, not like thatââ you rushed, tone slightly mortified as your eyes met his, trying very hard not to stutter through the rest of your sentence, âIâuh... I only meant that I uhâ... Iâve had plenty of situations in which Iâve gotten wetââÂ
At this sentence, Joel raised his eyebrows in a look that seemed half-surprised, half-amused, and your stomach dropped even further into your ass in embarrassment.Â
ââwith water!â you clarified quickly, before you scrunched up your nose in embarrassment, closing your eyes as you huffed out a laughing sigh, âThereâs no way Iâm getting out of this gracefully, is there?âÂ
You heard Joelâs chuckle to your side, deep and syrupy, like the stuff youâd liked to pour over your pancakes in buckets when you were a kid.
âYouâd have gotten away with it if you hadnât started explaininâ, I think,â Joel told you, his tone joking, and you chuckled bashfully, nodding before you looked up at him.Â
There was a moment in which you exchanged a look, before you felt the smile break over your face and you dissolved into embarrassed laughter, shaking your head as Joel laughed, too.Â
âOff to a great start,â you muttered in between chuckles, âFirst week in Austin and Iâm already making passes at handsome strangers in bar bathrooms.âÂ
âI never said I was complaininâ,â Joel said jokingly, and you let out a chuckle, âFirst week in Austin, hm?âÂ
âYeah,â you said with a nod, âHere for a postgrad.âÂ
âSmart and beautiful,â he mused, âReckon I should spill beers more often if this is what I get in return.âÂ
Delicate wings fluttered in your tummy at his words as a feeling of excitement filled your chest. Looking up at him with a raised teasing eyebrow you said, âNot sure spilling beer on someone is the tried and tested formula.â Â
âWell, that depends, really,â Joel answered back in a teasingly contemplating voice, ââs it workinâ on you?âÂ
Your stomach dropped slightly at his words, and when your eyes moved to meet his, he was looking at you with a look that made your insides burn.Â
âMaybe,â you told him with a teasing smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.Â
You were never usually this bold, but there was something in the way he was looking at you and the syrup-y tone of his voice. You could tell he knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to say, and you wanted more. Biting down on your bottom lip coquettishly, you leaned backwards on your arms, giving Joel a full view of the soaked front of your dress, and more specifically, everything he could see underneath.Â
âAnd what works on you, Joel?âÂ
You watched with some satisfaction as Joel's eyes ran over the length of your chest, before he quickly redirected them to your eyes.
âYouâre making it very hard to be a gentleman here, sweetheart,â he almost whispered, his eyes as dark as the Austin summer night sky. You gave a noncommitted shrug as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. Then, you leaned forward so that you were closer to him, feet dangling slightly.
âI never asked you to be,â you told him, your voice low but not quite a whisper as you looked up at him through your lashes.Â
Behind your rib cage your heart quickened with excitement as Joelâs darkening gaze bored into yours, and you knew you him right where you wanted him. His eyes danced over your face for a moment, before they flickered down to your lips. It almost made you stop breathing for a second, the tension in the air between you so thick you could cut it with a knife. There was just something about this man, something about Joel â and in this moment you wanted him more than youâd ever wanted anyone before.Â
Maybe it shouldâve scared you, the speed at which youâd fallen under his spell (or was it the other way around?), but right now, with Joelâs darkening eyes staring into yours, you couldn't bring yourself to feel any fear. You could only look at him, could only feel his breath fanning over your lips and the intensity of his gaze on your face.
âYouâre trouble, arenât ya?â Joelâs voice was low, not quite a whisper, but full of deep bass.Â
You felt the expanse of his hand fall on your bare knee, rough and calloused over where your sundress had ridden up.Â
âNothing you canât handle.â You batted your eyelashes semi-innocently, spreading your thighs slightly, which made Joelâs mouth twitch in amusement.Â
ââs that so, darlinâ?â He asked, taking his place between your legs, your face now only inches from his as he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.
âMhm,â you nodded slightly, your hand falling over his to guide it slowly up your thigh, âDonât you wanna find out?â
As Joelâs index finger made contact with the side seam of your underwear, he closed the space between you and pressed his lips against yours. The hairs of his mustache tickled your cupidâs bow as he dove deeper, lips rolling over yours. You sat up slightly when his other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your core rubbing up against his growing bulge. You whimpered against his lips at the contact, and Joel inhaled it, consuming every breathy moan and whimper.
His hand slid slowly downwards to your ass where he gave it a nice squeeze, pulling you even closer when your legs came up to wrap around his waist. He licked at your lower lip hungrily, and you opened yourself up to him to allow him to deepen the kiss. It was hot, and suffocating, and all-consuming, all at the same time. He was a great kisser, probably the best youâd kissed. His lips moved expertly over yours, soft and firm at the same time as he guided you through it.
The grip on your ass tightened again and soon you were half-way to hanging off the counter as he rocked his front steadily against your core, where your arousal had started to pool. The kisses turned needier then, shorter and desperate between quiet whines. You could feel the shape of him against you, hard and thick, and big. A wave of tickling arousal washed over you as you imagined yourself on your knees before him, the weight and taste of him on your tongue. He was so fucking hot, and you wanted him so fucking badly.
âCan I suck your cock?â you panted through frantic kisses.
Joel pulled back slightly, head tipped back to find your eyes.Â
âYou wanna suck my cock?â he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. You only nodded, head tipping slowly with the bite of your lip.
Joel tsk-ed, âDirty girl,â he said and rocked his hard bulge against your core, which earned him a moan. It made a wicked grin spread across his face, like heâd just proved a point.
His hands left your body as he slowly stepped backwards â that same cocky grin adorning his features as he nodded towards one of the stalls. Jumping off the countertop, you almost tripped over your feet to follow him inside.
âRelax, babyâ ainât no need to get on your knees until after weâre inside,â he teased, holding the door open for you, bicep bulging against the fabric of his t-shirt. Fuck, he looked so hot.
âHa-ha,â you fake-laughed at him with a teasing roll of your eyes as you stepped past him and into the bathroom stall. When the door clicked behind him, followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock turning, you felt a pair of strong hands land on your hips as he pressed his body against your back.
âIâm only teasinâ,â he reassured you in your ear, his breath fanning over the shell and sending a tingle down your spine. Turning around in his hold, your own teasing smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âYeah?â you queried with the raise of an eyebrow, âWell two can play that game, sirâ you teased as you slowly sunk to your knees, missing the way Joel reacted to the title youâd assigned him.
From above Joel watched you, body relaxed and composed like he wasnât about to get his dick sucked, but the lust in his eyes gave him away. Your teeth caught on your bottom lip as you fumbled with his belt, the sound of metal clinking bouncing off the tiles as you focused on popping the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. You couldnât take your eyes off the shape of him hidden behind the denim, and it made your mouth water, your thighs squeezing together. You were mesmerized as you let your pointer finger run over the covered length of him, the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs soft under your fingertips.
For a moment, you couldnât believe what you were about to do â suck a man youâd just met less than an hour ago off in the bathroom stall of some dingy bar? But then again, something excited you about it.Â
Maybe it was Joel? Or maybe it was the thrill of it allâ of maybe getting caught?
âGo on, darlinâ, itâs okayâ be a good girl nâ take it out fâme,â Joel ordered from above, his voice dropping an octave. You looked up at him, caught the way he studied you, gauging your every move and reaction.
Then something shifted in his eyes, a flash of insecurity making its presence known, âOr donâtâ we can stop fâyou wantâ if you ainât feelinâ it anymore.â
You shook your head before heâd even finished his sentence. God, no! You sure as hell didnât want to stop.
âI wanna keep going, Joel,â you smiled, your fingers hooking into the elastic band of his boxer briefs.
A genuine smile bloomed across his face then, his rough hand coming down to cup your chin, âThatâs good, baby,â he said, swiping his thumb slowly over your skin, before he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
âKnow youâll be good fâme, wonât you?â he whispered against your lips, drawing a breathy whine from you at the praise.
âYes,â you sighed, almost breathless as he kissed you again quickly before he murmured against your lips, âYes, you will, darlinââ youâre gonna choke on my cock ân thank me for it, wonât ya?â
He was driving you mad with all these questions. In just a few minutes, this man had turned you inside out, pushed every button to turn you onâ you were practically swimming in your panties, your mind clouded in hazy arousal.Â
You didnât know what to do, and not thinking clearly, you chased his lips.
âNuh-uh,â Joel chuckled, pulling away slightly, âlemme hear you say it, sweetheart.â
âYes,â you sighed again, âthank you for giving me your cock.â
âThank you for giving me your cock, what?â
This manwas relentless.
âThank you for giving me your cock, sir?â you tried, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.
Pleased, a satisfied grin pulled at Joelâs lips. He rewarded you with a quick kiss before he pulled away, standing to his full height again.
You couldnât wait any longer, you needed to touch him. Hooking your fingers into the elastic band of his boxer briefs again, you slowly pulled them down, revealing inch by inch of the base of his fat cock.
He was big, and the sight made your mouth water, but what excited you the most was the weight of his heavy balls.
âFuck,â you whispered, eyes wide with fascination.
His hand found the back of your neck in a grounding hold as he guided you closer, your lips bumping against his tip. âGive it a kiss, baby⊠just like that,â he praised as you did exactly what he wanted, placing a kiss to his cock the same way youâd kissed his lips.
Over you, you could hear Joel release a content breathy chuckle, âThatâs so good, baby, such a good girl.â
Egged on by his praises, you shifted a little on your knees, steadying your hands on his thighs as you pooled a blob of spit in your mouth that you let drip down the head. Joel watched you intensely as you used your dominant hand to slowly work the spit over his length, earning yourself a strained grunt. He grew even harder in your hand as you familiarized yourself with the weight and size of him in your hand.Â
âWanna taste it, sir,â you said and placed another soft kiss to the head, swiping your tongue over the slit to taste the precum that had started to pearl.
âYeah?â he taunted, almost degrading, âYou wanna taste my cock that badly?â
âY-yes,â you whined, looking up at him through your lashes.
Joel watched you for a beat before he tapped at the hand wrapped around him, shooing it away as he fisted himself. âOpen wide then, honey, âf you want it that bad,â he said, slapping his cock against the side of your face.
Your mouth dropped open in an instance as Joel stuffed his cock inside your mouth slowly. You opened up as wide as you possibly could, relaxing your jaw to accommodate the size of him in your mouth. It was a wide stretch, and the tip touched the back of your throat far too soon, making you gag around the head.
He pulled back to let you breathe for a moment, before he sunk back down your throat again, a large and grounding hand resting at the back of your head. The second time you were more prepared to take him, holding him in your throat for a few moments longer before you started to gag. Over you, Joel let out a strained grunt; the noise sending a bolt of arousal straight to your core.
After that, Joel let you take the lead.
You started out slow, taking the head into your mouth as you let your spit-covered fingers glide over his shaft in an experimental tug. Under your fist, a slick sound echoed off the tiles with every jerk of his cock. You made sure his cock was thoroughly coated in your spit as you set a steady rhythm. You let your tongue glide over the underside of his tip, his hips bucking when you dipped your tongue into the slit.
It was sloppy, and wet, and the noises coming from your throat were entirely too obscene as you started bobbing your head, taking him down your throat.
âThatâs a good girl,â Joel praised you, helping guide his cock down your throat with the hand resting at the back of your head. âYou love suckinâ cock, donât you? Love havinâ a big cock fill up that tight throat?â
Suddenly, you heard the muted music coming from the bar grow louder before dying again at the sound of the door slamming shut. You stilled your movements in panic as you heard someone slip into the stall to your right. Your eyes met Joel as you slipped his cock out your mouth, but to your surprise he looked far from concerned about the new audience.Â
Stretching his neck he turned his head in the direction of the occupied stall, while he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. Even in his hands it looked big, and you started to wonder how youâd ever managed to fit it down your throat. A beat passed before he turned his head to look at you again, a wicked grin coating his lips as he bobbed his cock in your face, rubbing the head over your closed lips before he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
âOpen up,â he mouthed with another light slap to your cheek. His actions made a tingle of arousal spread throughout your body, and you realized in shock how much the thought of getting caught turned you on.
You did as Joel said and opened your mouth for him to feed you his cock again. He watched you very closely this time, letting you ease yourself down his cock at your own pace, trying your best to be quiet. When the very tip of your nose made contact with the thatch of coarse dark hair at the base and your lips were snug around his cock, Joel couldnât help himself. The grounding hand at the back of your head held you down as he shoved himself as deep as he possibly could down your throat, his balls bouncing against your chin at the movement.
To your right you heard the unmistakable sound of a toilet being flushed and a lock being twisted. Your eyes welled up with tears, your vision fogging over as you tried your best to fight against your gag reflex. Over you, Joel watched you with a proud smirk on his lips. When the sound of the sink turning on echoed through the restroom, you allowed a whimpering gag to escape you as you squeezed your eyes shut.
It shouldnât have turned you on as much as it did, but the thrill of getting caught choking on an older manâs cock, a man who was essentially a stranger, made you wonder if you could come untouched. You were so close already, just a flick of your clit would send you off the edge of bliss.
Your eyes were about to roll back into your head when Joel finally pulled back. You gasped violently for air at the exact moment the door opened, filling the toilets with loud music for a moment before you and Joel were locked away again in your own little world. Like you were on autopilot, your hand slipped between your thighs to find your clit, and soon you were withering with your orgasm.
âOh, there you go, honey, come all over those fingers fâme, just like that,â you heard Joel say, though the force of your orgasm made it seem like he was far away, like your ears were filled with cotton.
When you finally calmed down, you steadied yourself with a tug at Joelâs jeans â the fabric rough under your fingertips. Over you Joel fisted his cock as he watched you with a wild look in his eyes.
âGoddamn, baby, youâre so fuckinâ hot cominâ like that just from gettinâ your throat fucked.â
âThank you, sir,â you managed to let out, your voice strained and hoarse.
Realizing he mustâve been close, you sat up straighter on your knees, ready to pull him off the edge too. Leaning forward, you stuck out your tongue, licking a fat strip up the seam of his balls to the underside of his shaft. His cock jumped in his hand as Joel let out a breathy laugh.
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â he muttered, âLook me in the eyes honeyâ look me in the eyes when you lick my balls.â Joel jerked his cock above your face as you continued to lick at his heavy balls â your eyes locked with his.
âLook so fuckinâ pretty like this,â he choked out through groans, âSuck on âem, baby, suck on my balls.â
Blinking up at him you tried your best to fit one of them in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking greedily and lapping at the skin, before you moved on to treat the other with the same amount of love.
Joelâs mouth dropped open in a gape, his breath coming out quicker and more staggered. He squeezed himself harder at the base with each jerk before skating his thumb over the swollen head, massaging it.Â
âFuck,â he panted, âIâm gonna come, baby, Iâm gonna fuckinâ come.â
Popping his balls from your mouth you hurriedly sat up in front of him, the tip off his cock brushing over the plump of your bottom lip with every thug of his cock.
âPlease, sir,â you begged, âPlease, come in my mouth.â
Joel wasnât one to deny your request, especially not when you were sat so pretty in front of him with your tongue sticking out.
A second later, Joel shoved his cock in your mouth and came â balls drawn tight as he shot his load down your throat. The force of it made you gag a little at first, the restriction around his sensitive cock only making him come harder. He groaned above you as you sucked him dry, before he pulled back when it was too much, and caught his breath.
âSay Ah,â he said, a gentle but firm hand cupping your jaw. The squeeze of his fingers made your mouth drop open to reveal the cum coated on your tongue and where it pooled at the back of your throat. âDonât swallowâ Let me see, darlinâ.â
Your smile fought against his grip. Sticking your tongue out the best you could, you let him see the state heâd left you in; chin coated in saliva, tears starting to dry on your cheeks, mouth puffy and fucked, and marked in this strangerâs cum.
âPretty as a picture,â he tutted before he let go of your jaw, and with a pat to your cheek finally gave you permission to swallow.
After that it was like the spell had broken between you. Joel helped you to your feet, both of you giggling when your legs wobbled like a foal unsteady on its feet. He held you upright with a strong hand to your waist, while the other one traveled up the length of your body to cup your face, and bring it closer to place a slow and sensual kiss to your lips.
âWould you believe me if I told you Iâd never done anything like that before?â You asked him a moment later as he helped you clean your face by the sink.
Joel gave you a look in the mirror.
âYou donât?â you exclaimed.
Joel gave you an infuriatingly casual shrug, âIt ainât your first time suckinâ dick thatâs for sure,â he teased with a pinch to your side which made you jump.
Giving him a playful shove, you said, âIâm not lying! Iâve never had a one-night stand.â
âWell, the nightâs still young,â Joel joked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and dipping his head to place a soft kiss to the column of your neck.
You leaned into his touch, feeling the soft grip of his hands on your body, and the soft presses of his kisses as you watched the two of you in the mirror. You found that you liked the reflection looking back at you, and if you were lucky, you hoped he liked it too; maybe enough to want to see you again.
âI canât go back out there like this,â you said after a moment.
Your dress had finally dried, but so had the beer â staining it yellow.
Joel lifted his head from your neck to rest his chin on your shoulder as his eyes scanned your body in the mirror.Â
âI have a flannel in my truck I can borrow you?â
âMore layers in this heat?â you questioned, already sweating at the thought.
A wide grin spread across Joelâs face, full of mischief, âI guess Iâll just have to take âem off of you later, then.â
Turning around in his hold, you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair curling at his neck as you met his eyes. âThat doesnât sound so bad,â you whispered, painfully aware of the wet stain of arousal soiling your panties and sticking to your cunt.
âNo, it doesnât,â Joel hummed, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.Â
âWanna get out of here?â you asked and brushed your lips over his.
A moment later Joel guided you out the restrooms with a protective hand resting at the small of your back. Weaving through the crowd, youâd made your way almost to the exit when you heard a shout of your name over the music.
âThere you are!â Sarah shouted again as she moved through the crowd towards you and Joel, arms reached out to the sky.
âOh! And youâve finally met my dad!â
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Chiefs vs Ravens | Kansas City, MO | September 5, 2024
Versace 'Medusa Bustier' - $1,325.00 For Future Reference 'Vintage 1970s Ancient Bronze Coin Necklace' - $12,750.00 Three Stories Jewelry 'Single Long Love Explosion Starburst Charm' - $590.00 EF Collection 'Diamond Mini Huggie & Prong Set Chain Stud Earring' - $850.00 Wove Made x Michelle Wie West 'Custom Diamond Tennis Braceletâ - $5,680.00Â (starting) Lizzie Mandler 'Three Row Cleo Bracelet' - $18,300.00 Howl Jewelry 'Ruby Cocoon Ring' - $4,800.00 Retrouvai 'Cushion Ruby Impetus Interlocking Puzzle Ring' - $29,100.00 Louis Vuitton 'Side Trunk Bag' - $3,950.00 Grlfrnd 'Whitney Shorts' - $115.00 Giuseppe Zanotti 'Frannie Boots' - $1,650.00
Touchdown - sheâs back. Many wondered how Taylorâs style playbook would shift (if at all) for âNational Sportsball Observationâ: Season Two. You might recall that during her ârookieâ season, Taylorâs opening outfit was, as weâre calling it now, demure. A simple, lace-trimmed white cotton tank to + denim shorts + sneakers + a Chiefs jacket she picked up at the Arrowhead pro shop. As a way of testing the waters in a completely new setting, it was a lowkey, casual entrypoint into a very headline-exploding relationship launch. As we saw her continue to show up to games, her clothing choices became bolder. Bigger jackets, taller heels, tighter bustiers, cheekier cut denim. It all signalled a growing confidence in herself â and her relationship.Â
When you makeout on the field at the Superbowl, thereâs no going back to demure. This denim on denim moment is obviously sexy, and yet entirely familiar to where we last left off with Taylorâs game day fashion thanks to some repeat silhouettes. Which in my opinion makes this an extremely well executed strategic start to her season - and a hot and spicy one to boot!
Bustiers: Bustiers + corsets have become TTPDâs âsignatureâ item. She wore plenty to previous Chiefs games last year. You might even recognize this exact one because she wore it in black the night she âkillahardlaunchedâ her relationship with Travis when they were photographed leaving Saturday Night Live in October 2023.Â
Jewelry Stacking: Another era-specific signature that became key over the course of TTPD. Taylor became comfortable heavily layering larger, statement pieces of jewelry over the last few years.Â
Denim: Taylor wore a lot of denim last year (like the distressed Ksubis from her first game and a crystallised Area pair at the NY game). But to go denim on denim feels like a pointed âpainting the town blueâ democratic signal to me.Â
Boots: Thigh high boots by Louboutin and Larroude were incorporated into her game day style through the winter games. Â
As an aside, this particular cut and fabrication of bustier is giving me flashbacks to her 2023 MTV VMA after-party look, which was by EB Denim. Given the 2024 VMAs are next week, I canât get over the genius use of slideshowing.
As we saw throughout Taylorâs game day fashion playbook last year, she would often employ sentimental pieces through her jewelry. Items that were named for certain goddesses, or that were adorned with a certain jersey number. It was a subtle way of bejeweling a little bit of romance into her outfit.
The âLong Loveâ name feels both appropriate to the circumstances for why sheâs at the game and it also sounds a lot like her own song âLong Liveâ.
For her Retrouvai piece, the brand notes that it is from their âImpetus collectionâ which includes a lot of puzzle motifs that they say ârepresent that we are each individually part of a much larger picture. The force behind this collection was thinking about the idea of purpose and drive.â Love that!
As a repeat, Taylor also rewore her 'TNT' bracelet - a custom gift to her from Travis she wore when the Chiefs won the 2023 AFC Division game against the Ravens back in January. What a full circle moment to reference as they kick off the 2024-2025 season.
Just this past summer, FFR launched a curated collection of unsigned, one-of-a-kind vintage pieces exclusive to Bergdorfs. The pieces range from the 1940s through to the 1980s.
Upon launch, FFR founder Randi Molofsky told National Jeweler, âI think the idea of vintage is in the zeitgeist, and clients are actively seeking out jewelry that has stood the test of time.â
Itâs not surprising to me that Taylor would gravitate towards a stunning vintage piece like this. Sheâs long loved vintage fashion since she began to incorporate it into her wardrobe around the Speak Now era and really leaned into the aesthetic in the RED era. Just last summer, she acquired a vintage Cartier necklace she wore often that was valued at just above $27,000.
I reached out to Randi Molofsky directly who told me a bit of history with this special one-of-a-kind vintage piece. âThis one-of-a-kind vintage necklace is the ultimate in sexy 1970s style â itâs bold and powerful and makes a real statement,â said Molofsky. âIn the â70s, oversized medallions and chunky chains had a major moment â heavily influenced by the disco movement and Italian resort style â and that look is having a resurgence now. I love that Taylor chose vintage for this moment not only because is it good for the planet, but because these pieces have lived lives before us and they will still be treasured for generations to come.â
Taylor often will wear a lot of red-tinged jewelry to her Chiefs games as an obvious nod to their team colours which makes the Howl ruby ring make total sense here. But a part of me canât help but smirk at the âthree rowâ bracelet and wonder if itâs an optimistic fingers crossed moment for a Chiefs Super Bowl threepeat (they won the big trophy in consecutive years in 2023 and 2024).
Lastly - those 'girlfriend' shorts? Girl, please.
Photo by David Eulitt via Getty Images
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Can I get a sourdough bread and martini with Lando Norris đ»đ
bakery menu
want to suggest your own order? the bakery is open!! please feel free to check out the options! i do more than just formula one so hit me with it! thank you for this request, this was right after another lando mafia au, haha. i'm glad that people can see the vision of mafia!lando, but this is with a nice little breeding kink! thank you! thank you!
sourdough bread ("i'm going to breed you.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, mafia!au, mafia!lando, breeding kink, husband/wife, missionary, pregnancy
you could see your husband's gaze from across the table. it was saturday night and while most were out partying. the two of you were at home, enjoying each other's company.
lando was going to be out of the country for a week and you were to stay at home. he hated leaving you, but sadly you were just too precious to be around such a dangerous situation.
"they'd scoop you right up and if they hurt you, love. there is no hell or heaven that could stop me from getting you back." he said earlier in the meal.
lando norris was the darling son of the mclaren family, while there was still much to learn before he could be the head of the family, he knew whatever may come could be dealt with as long as you were by his side. his darling wife.
he could never get enough of you. loving you was a devouring feeling, something he needed to sink his teeth into. and lately he had a new itch to scratch.
a few weeks back, while at a small get together of the family. lando saw just how good you were with kids. you had a baby cousin on your hip as you got something to eat. it all came naturally and lando almost had to bite his fist.
"do you want this?" you asked the small child at your hip, "let's ask your mama to see if you can have m&m's." you giggled within lando's earshot.
lando sighed through his teeth, this new monster in him was starting to show its ugly head. he earned a pat on the back from oscar who didn't know exactly what lando's deal was. but could only be a supportive 'brother'.
"you gonna be alright?"
"oh yeah." lando said as he shifted in his seat, "perfectly fine." he wasn't making eye contact with oscar, rather watching you talk to the mother of the child you were holding. you were smiling with the child at your hip.
now over dinner, lando was still thinking about it. he got a good eye of your cleavage across the dinner table in the blouse you were wearing that was just a little open to give him a good view.
he swallowed, "you look beautiful." he said, "what's the occasion?"
you looked down at your plate for a moment, "well. we've been married for two years. and well, i've been thinking."
lando stilled for a moment, "it's not a divorce right?" he knew that the risk of the lifestyle he lived could push you away.
you chuckled, "no, no. i made a promise to love you till i die. you're not getting rid of me that easily." you put your fork down, "i want to have a baby with you... i guess in a hotter way of saying it. i want you to breed me, lando norris."
he almost choked on his food, those blue eyes went wide as he swallowed what was in his mouth, "i mean... hell yeah, i will." he flashed you a smile.
you giggled at the sight of him, his reaction made something curl in your gut. despite it all, all the tattoos and scars. the fancy suits and quick thinking, he was still the lovable man you married. you said, "then i guess we'll skip dessert tonight."
being in love with the future of the mclaren family was interesting. you had heard stories about him and his 'brother' oscar, raised together to be the best of the best. the family was better to be headed by two rather than one.
but lando was your precious husband, even without the parade of mafia ties. you remembered when he gave you his umbrella on your first date and let himself get soaked. or when he figured out to make that specific pasta he threw together one night for you. he smelt warm and of home and you never met a man like him.
that was why it was so easy to strip for him in the low light of your shared bedroom. he was seated at the edge of the bed in his briefs as he watched you get out of your clothes. slowly the buttons of the blouse were undone, his eyes grazed the beautiful sight of you.
lando didn't believe in a heaven, but if he did it would be located between your breasts.
you eventually got out of your panties and finally your bra before you got into your husband's lap. your took his face in your hands and kissed at the side of his jaw.
he groaned under your touch, your soft hands on his skin were like worship as you kissed him. he felt so comfortable in your touch, he yearned for it when you were apart.
he loved you.
you straddled his waist and he wrapped his arms around your waist. the tattooed skin was a contrast against your bare skin. the most noticeable tattoo were your initials on the side of thumb on his left hand. when he was stressed he'd rub over the ink and be comforted by thoughts of you.
he kissed you on the lips and the kiss quickly deepened before he laid back on the bed, taking you with him. he continued to kiss you as he rolled you onto your back.
he wanted to look at you while he fucked you. his kisses and fingers trailed down your chest. he cupped your breasts and licked across your nipples. you moaned and felt the heat throb through your body. you looked at your husband and moaned a little bit.
he left a few small red marks across your chest before he got his briefs off. he said softly, "i'm going to breed you. just as you asked. give you that little norris baby you want." he groaned a little as he lined his cock up with your slit. he kissed his tip against your pussy lips.
"you make it sound hotter than i tried to." you chuckled softly and let out a sweet moan as he slowly sank his cock into you. he shuddered at the feeling and you got your arms around his strong neck.
"well, i can't deny my wife anything. if she wants a baby then she'll get it." lando groaned as he really pushed into you. his thrusts were firm, but not rough. he was trying to fuck the daylights out of you.
he wanted to admire his beautiful wife, he held you by the waist and kissed at your chest. his heart thumped in his ears as he moved against you. he started to kiss at your chest once more, he couldn't wait to see your pretty tits get bigger with pregnancy.
"you're gonna give me a pretty kid." he chuckled as he softly bit on your nipple, the feeling made you moan loudly. he groaned, "gonna be a proud mama of my brats." he pushed further into you. he crowded your space as he played with your nipple against his tongue.
you felt the throb of heat in your core. the idea of having a child with lando was erotic. it scratched an itch in the back of your brain. your big stronger protective hubby and you having a kid together.
you didn't want to admit but that idea of your heavily tattooed husband holding your chubby little baby so gently in his arms. it was so adorable that it made you feel heat all over.
"get me pregnant, lando. please, i want to have your baby."
"yeah, you want me to breed you. what a naughty thing to say." he chuckled as he moved against you, "make sure every last drop stays in your pretty pussy. that's where it's meant to be, right? inside of my pretty wife." he groaned.
"yes.' you panted, "fuck, i want you, my love."
"don't worry, ya got me forever, love. i'm not going anywhere. especially now that you want to have a family with me. gotta be there for me girl, and my kid." he chuckled as he moved against you.
the two of you kissed once more. you held onto his shoulders as his lips pressed yours. he still tasted like wine and the pasta you had for dinner. you moaned into his kiss as you felt his grasp on your hips.
"lucky to have you." he said softly, "lucky for all of my life."
he had everything when he was with you. you were everything and more to him. the wife he came home to, the lover he pleased and the girl he continued to fall in love with.
he was such a dangerous man, but with you. he was just so perfect. he loved you with such a devotion that he knew no other woman could take his heart.
he may be the head of a mafia family, but the little norris trio you'd eventually have would be headed by you. his equal, his lover. those who thought the term 'wife' meant less than could kiss the bottom of lando's steel-toed boots.
"i love you, lando. i'm lucky to have you as my husband." you panted.
"not as much as i am lucky to have you as my wife. i never knew that it was possible for a woman to be so beautiful but also make me laugh so much. you're everything i wanted." he purred as he continued to move. his lips on yours once more.
the kiss was sloppy and hot, you felt the thrill of excitement race through you as he moved against you.
you knew you were close, the feel of orgasm felt so strong in your body. you panted when you broke the kiss, but he pulled you in for another. you could feel his warmth around you.
"my girl."
"my lando." you purred. the pleasure was too much, it drove you to finishing.
you clutched onto him and clenched your legs around him. you gave him a wet kiss on his cheek. you climaxed with a loud moan, you tensed up for a moment before you relaxed.
it only spurred him to fuck you even faster. he felt a thrill in his body as he pushed in and out of you. his brain short wired when he gave a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you. he didn't pray often, but he prayed to whoever out there that you'd get pregnant.
if not, you two had a lot of time to have all the fun you needed in making a baby.
"i love you." he said as he laid on top of your for a moment, the weight of him felt good. it was a comforting bulk. you kissed his face softly as he panted on top of you. his cock was softening inside of you, but he wanted more.
"i love you too." your words only made him want you more.
he wanted to feel his wife all over again. make sure that his cum stuck to the inside of you. he wanted to make sure you had his babies asap. he get a small thrust and you once against wrapped your legs around him.
"someone likes that.' he said as he pulled away, he braced his arms on either side of you. he chuckled, "how about i clear my schedule for tomorrow, so we can have all of tonight to ourselves."
you were inclined to accept his offer.
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you crossed your arms as you rested against the kitchen counter. your husband was making direct eye contact with your belly. you knew that he knew what he did was wrong.
"love, i'm sorry. i couldn't help myself. i know, i'm a horrible husband." he sighed as he dropped his head, "i'm so, so sorry."
you sighed, "lando. we made an agreement. you weren't supposed to do that. c'mon.
beside you on the counter was a small stack of pancakes. you had a craving for banana and chocolate chip pancakes. you had set some aside for lando, but your pesky husband thought that he could try and sneak another off of your plate.
lando was almost to his knees as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry my beautiful darling wife."he pouted at you, "no one makes them like you, i couldn't help myself."
you pushed his face away and sighed dramatically. you weren't even that upset, especially when your mafia husband gave you puppy dog eyes. you said with added drama, "your son is going to end up loving me more if you keep this up."
he whined, "no!!!" and pulled you into a tight hug once more. he peppered your face with kisses, "i'll make it up to you, i promise."
you took him by the face and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, "well, if you go to the store now. you should have enough time to get everything for another batch." you winked at him.
before you had another second to think about it, lando was out the door with his keys in hand. anything for his wife, anything. <3
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Levi's horrible flirtling skills part 9.
Masterlist link to all the previous parts.
Indecipherable groans echoed through the room, merging with the sound of the alarm. Reluctantly sitting up, still in uniform, the bed covers crumpled under the weight as the person rose. Â
Perhaps it was easier to abandon it after only an hour or two of sleep before having to get up again. A long night and a long day ahead. From the window, the light was already sneaking in subtly as the sun began to rise earlier. Pushing the door open, the bustling place was a harsh welcome so early. Â
âMorning...â The greeting was said without much emotion. Â
âMorning, Y/N!â one of the girls replied as she prepared breakfast in the small kitchen while another girl, a redhead, sat at the round dining table, which also served as a living room. Â
Each of them was getting ready for the day ahead. Y/N easily began to prepare herself something to eat, trying not to disturb the girl who was already using the kitchen, while the redhead curled her eyelashes while sipping tea. With a loud sigh, Y/N took a seat and had a simple toast. Â
âHow was yesterday?â the redhead asked. Â
âGood... all the babies were healthy.â Â
âI was talking about the date.â Â
âYeah, how did that go?â The other girl, with light brown hair and golden eyes, sat down too. Â
Y/N simply shrugged, putting on face cream as she passed down the tea. âGood, I guess...â she replied, almost disinterested, but as she slowly woke up, she got a cheeky grin. âHeâs taking me to the official party.â Â
The other two girls gasped excitedly as if they were the ones invited. âBut thatâs Saturday, right?â Â
âYeah.â Â
âBetter! You promised me weâd go to Edwardâs party on Friday,â the brunette added. Â
âDonât forget girlsâ night on Wednesday,â the redhead chimed in. âAnd we promised Charlie to help her choose something for the hospital event next week on Tuesday.â Â
âUgh, but I thought we were all going to the downtown party together. There will be happy hour for all the drinks!â The brunette pouted slightly. âBut I guess you and your all-mighty new guy have better plans than us.â Â
âI know, I know,â Y/N replied calmly. âIâm aware.âÂ
Y/N chuckled, biting her lower lip as the other two girls joked with each other. âSo? Thatâs all?â   Â
Y/N grimaced uneasily, softly humming, almost disinterested. âHe was very... nice and cute, well-behaved.â Â
âAre you describing humanityâs strongest or a dog?â Â
It made her snort with laughter. âMinnie!â she exclaimed, covering her mouth as she laughed. Â
âHeâs not that talkative,â she tried to justify. âOr... perhaps heâs shy, stoic...â she clicked her tongue. âI donât know.â Â
There was a soft hum of uncertainty filling the silence, but it was overpowered by one of the cats demanding food. âGoing, going,â one of the girls said as she got up and rushed to the cat's demands. Â
 âI just... hope that maybe around his friends, heâll get a bit more confident,â Y/N said, raising her hands in the air as if pushing her last hope onto the idea. Â
 âMaybe,â the brunette tried to support the idea, resting her head on her hand. âYou said heâs nice...â Â
 âHe is! Heâs very nice...â she said, as if it were a consolation prize, letting the words drag out as if the idea didnât fully satisfy her. âItâs just that I like my man with a bit more spice... a bit less vanilla.âÂ
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âUgh...â A loud groan followed as the suit, still on its hanger, was brought closer to the position it would have once worn, allowing him to admire his reflection in the mirror. âI donât even know why I agreed to this.âÂ
ââCause youâre desperate?â Hange spun around in the chair, messily eating a snack, which made Levi frown as crumbs dirtied his pristine floor. âThink about it... you could make it kinda official this way and make sure the MPs wonât be hitting on her.âÂ
âI donât think weâre quite there yet,â Levi replied, the idea of publicly declaring his relationship status not exactly appealing. âDonât you think itâs too soon to make it official?âÂ
Hange shrugged. âDo you want my honesty?âÂ
âYes, and I also want you to stop dropping crumbs on my floor.âÂ
The brunette took an extra messy bite before speaking. âI donât think she sees it that way...âÂ
The little excitement Levi felt was quickly fading, and after Hangeâs words, it simply ceased to exist. âCapital girls are taken to official military balls all the time... someone had to say it to you, shorty.âÂ
The squad leader probably thought of this as ripping off a band-aid.Â
âYeah,â Levi replied curtly, trying to hide his own disappointment. âDid you take a damn shower already? You stink.âÂ
Scoffing, Hange rose from their position, grabbed a bunch of crackers from the bowl to eat them all at once, and frowned deeply as they left. âI hope you get to empty your balls soon so maybe youâll stop being so constipated.âÂ
Levi swore he was ignoring his usual, right, self-preservation instincts when he agreed to bring her there. The suit felt odd on him; he hated the environment, the people, the situation, how he was handling it, and particularly the looks.Â
All those old greasy men who had lost touch with reality, their privilege, and their classism, were eyeing her. âSheâs looking fucking breathtaking, but for fuckâs sake, behave,â he thought.Â
Her tight little red dress, her shiny, innocent eyes, her sweet smile, her shoulders and neck on display as she had her hair upâLevi was sneaking little peeks each time he got a chance. He could hide those, but the types of stares that he could hardly hideâand had no intention of hidingâwere the ones he gave when he was just two steps away from her, and she was already being approached by another man.Â
âTheyâre like fucking flies,â Levi thought, clicking his tongue, two dishes in hand as he walked back to her side.Â
âItâs my first time at one of these events,â he began to pick up their conversation from afar.Â
âOh, thereâs always a first time for everything, sweetie,â Levi knew exactly who he wasâa high-ranking Garrison member from the west. âDid you come alone? Want me to get you something to eat?âÂ
âShe came with me,â Levi spat out before she could look around and point him out.Â
âCaptain, I heard you came, but I didnât believe it. Maybe we should insist on inviting you more often if youâre going to bring such pretty company all the time,â the dark-haired man said slowly, walking away as Leviâs gaze never wavered. Raising his cup in the air, he added, âMiss.âÂ
She timidly smiled back without saying much.Â
âIf I ever catch him outside the walls... Iâm pushing him over. His wife will thank me,â Levi thought.Â
Returning to her, he handed her what he had gotten from the buffet. âThank you. I think he was a bit tipsy,â she said, taking her dish.Â
Levi looked down at the dinner, which consisted mostly of little pieces heavily decorated. He grimaced.Â
âCanât they just give normal fucking food for once? With the money they wasted on this posh shit, we could have gotten food that actually fills you up,â he thought.Â
He took a small bite, but the whole piece could easily fit in his mouth, and the taste didnât appeal to him. âDo you want to get another drink?âÂ
Levi tried to swallow the bite he had taken before speaking. âI just had three glasses... maybe I donât want to look like an alcoholic. Isnât that what everyone thinks of soldiers? That all we do is get pissed drunk on citizensâ money?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he said, but seeing her disappointment, he quickly added, âI can go and get you one if you want.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine.âÂ
â... that didnât sound good. Fuck, what did I do wrong? I didnât want another, but should I have just said yes?âÂ
As the night went on, Levi began to regret his decision to attend. First, they were left completely alone as Hange and Erwin went to secure funds, and then she asked his worst nightmare.Â
âDo you want to dance?âÂ
âShit... I fucking adore you, but thereâs a limit...âÂ
âIâm not much of a dancer.âÂ
Later, they were catching some fresh air on one of the balconies, also taking in the gardens, when they encountered a group of men smoking. âDo you want to go to another balcony?â he asked, catching the scent of cigarettes.Â
The resigned look on her face as she forced a smile made him feel uneasy. âItâs fine, Iâm not made of glass.âÂ
â... maybe Iâm the one who needs a cig. What did I say this time? I was just trying to beââÂ
âSorry, youâre very nice,â she interrupted, running her hand through his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. But the pleasant smile and condescending tone didnât match the words.Â
âMiss? The gentleman over there sent you this,â another staff member brought over the fifth drink sent her way.Â
âOh, thanks,â she said, accepting the glass. âYou sure you donât mind?âÂ
Shaking his head softly, Levi responded, âNo.âÂ
âIâve killed people in the underground for less... way less,â he thought.Â
Clenching his teeth and trying to take deep breaths, Levi thought, The last thing I need tonight is to get jealous over stupid drinks... I learned my lesson last time.Â
He noticed her rejecting those who asked her to dance, but Levi could see it all over her face.Â
Sheâs bored... sheâs so damn bored that she canât even hide it anymore.Â
Itâs like knowing youâre running out of gas and not being able to reach anywhere safe with the 3DMG... Damn it! It's not my fault, I didnât plan the party.Â
Maybe I should have taken her for a dance...Â
No, letâs be honest, I canât do that.Â
Leviâs mind was racing, seeing all his efforts crumble before his eyes without him being able to do anything. It didnât help that the one time Erwin dragged him over to talk to some donors, he saw her from afar, chatting with a friend from the MPs and having a blast. Laughing, drinking, whispering in each otherâs ears.Â
This is a damn test... and Iâm failing like the biggest idiot who hasnât touched a single book all semester.Â
The nobleman Erwin was trying to force Levi to listen to kept talking while Levi dissociated, trying not to pay attention. What the hell am I doing wrong? He tried to keep up the pretense until he saw it.Â
Her being approached by another person, who stopped by and began talking and talking.Â
No... no, over my dead body.Â
Nile was rambling to her about something that had caught her attention enough that she was listening intently.Â
No way Iâm letting that asshole with a pitiful excuse for a beard talk behind my back, because I know thatâs what heâs doing.Â
âYeah, very interesting, but if youâll excuse me,â Levi interrupted the older man under the scrutiny of an extremely disappointed Erwin.Â
He took quick steps, trying to reach them as fast as possible.Â
âNile,â Levi spat out the name as he got by her side, frowning at the man.Â
âOh, the Commander was just telling me that he met you when you were still living in the underground,â she commented as if there was a need for an introduction.Â
âAh, is that so?â Levi feigned interest. âDoesnât your wife need a hand, Nile? Three kids are a lot to handle.âÂ
âLevi,â the MP acknowledged the Captainâs presence, âMarie is doing just fine, thank you. I was surprised you brought someone with you, so I decided to share some knowledge.âÂ
âHe was just telling me that you beat his team up and stole their 3DMG gear when you were a thug.âÂ
Nile might be Erwinâs old friend, but he definitely wasnât Leviâs, and they hadnât been on the best of terms since... well, ever. âMaybe, I donât really remember. If I had to remember each MP I put in their place...âÂ
âIt was illegal, Levi,â Nile insisted. âYou know... Levi was known for getting very close to a few female MP soldiers who went down there to meet him.âÂ
What the hell? Youâre already married, why do you care? Levi felt the color drain from his face. It wasnât that he was ashamed of what he did as a thug, but the underground was different, and he wasnât ready to introduce her to that part of him.Â
âOh,â she hummed in understanding, turning to her left to look at the Captain. âIs that so?âÂ
âThat was many years ago,â Levi added.Â
âNo, it wasnât that many.âÂ
âTch,â Levi went to grab her hand and suggested, âDonât you want to go for a stroll around the gardens?âÂ
âNo, I want to keep listening to how you put MP girls in their place in the hallways of the underground,â she replied, catching him completely off guard.Â
What the hell? What else did you tell her, moron? Sheâs going to think Iâm some asshole who goes around pretending to be a fuckboy.Â
âTell me, sir.â Her shining eyes and bright smile confused him deeply. âWhy are you recalling or telling me any of this?âÂ
Suddenly, both men fell silent, and her change in attitude was unexpected. Levi noticed how her fake smile turned into a cheeky grin.Â
âAre you jealous that those girls got railed up in a hallway and you didnât? Iâm confused.âÂ
âN-No!âÂ
Levi was speechless as he admired her.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm not the jealous type. Iâm sure we can all come to an agreement! I mean, as long as your wife is in favor,â Y/N replied, taking another sip of her drink but never breaking eye contact.Â
Nile scoffed and left without saying much. âCheers!â she said, raising her glass in the air.Â
âI didnât know you had that in you,â Levi whispered, trying to form a coherent thought.Â
âHmm?â She took another sip and chuckled. âMe? I didnât know you were like that, Captain.âÂ
I claimed victory too fast.Â
âNo. Well, I was a brat back then.âÂ
âIs that so?â She questioned, but Levi was slowly noticing the changes in her body language. âTell me,â she whispered, getting so close to his face that Levi could taste the liquor on her breath as she spoke.Â
Frowning, he listened. âIf I had been allowed to go down there...â her voice dropped lower with each word, âWould you have railed me up against a damp wall too?âÂ
Holy... shitâÂ
âThat depends,â Leviâs voice dropped too, as neither of them broke eye contact, the tension between them rising. âI only punished them if they misbehaved in my territory.âÂ
She softly bit her bottom lip and looked at him through her lashes. âI can misbehave too, Captain.âÂ
The roll of her tone as she pronounced his title... I could get hard just from that... what the hell is happening? I donât care, but Iâm enjoying it.Â
Levi chuckled; it came naturally at seeing her batting eyes at him and taking innocent little sips. âI thought you were a good girl.âÂ
âOh, Iâm a good girl,â she pouted, â...but I may like to do bad things with you.âÂ
I want to grip that stupidly pretty face of yours and... damn, where have you been my whole life?Â
âLike what?â he asked huskily.Â
She slowly rolled her eyes, swaying a little side to side and checking that they werenât being observed. âIâm so bored.âÂ
âAre you? Tch, what a spoiled little thing you are,â Levi couldnât resist running a finger down the side of her face, pushing a non-existent hair out of the way.Â
âI donât want to make Erwin mad at us...â she muttered, looking to the side, pretending. âWhat do you say you use those thug skills of yours to sneak us out of here, and we go to my place where my friends are out?âÂ
Forget whatever I saidâGod bless you, Nile!Â
âI would say, give me fifteen minutes and meet me by the bathroom.âÂ
Play it cool, try to ignore the fact that all your blood is rushing down to your dick.Â
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Her hands moved to pretend she was arranging the folds of his suit. âI would say, make it ten.âÂ
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