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Reina de mi Corazón (Damian Priest x fem!OC)

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Description: She's the light of his life, the itch he can't scratch... and his bretherin's main squeeze.

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, Kayfabe-compliant, sort of infidelity, semi-public shenanigans, Finn is a prick, I feel like pre-Rhea returning Liv Morgan should be considered a warning, so there you go...

A/N: Here, the fem!OC has no name; can be read as x reader without the use of Y/N. Also, I am not a native Spanish speaker, I know some, but please correct me on any inaccuracies!

Tags: @eringobragh420 @new-zealand-chic @terrortwinunicorn @hellonheels-x @loki69zowens

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(If you want to be tagged in any future Damian or Roman stories, please let me know!)

“Ya know, I’m havin’ a real hard time understandin’ why you can’t just get over it.”

“Get over it?!”

“Don’t yell at me.”

She spun around to come face to face with the blue-eyed Irishman she’d dedicated her life for the past year to, and just grimaced at the completely vacant look on his face. As though he didn’t understand what the issue was.

“Then stop being such a fucking pushover, Finn, it’s not hard! You go out there, you stand in front of Dom, you tell her to back off and then…” She scoffed, putting a hand on her hip as she lowered her voice to a vicious whisper. “Then you think it’s a smart idea to just let her ride with us tonight, are you insane?”

If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she saw a look of guilt flash before Finn’s eyes. But she did know better, by the grace of God, did she know better by now. She’d learned months ago that he was vying for chaos, a reason to feel a fraction powerful. Now with Rhea gone, it just meant one less around to anchor him to the ground of mediocrity.

She just never expected to catch him inadvertently encouraging Dom to consider Liv’s constant advances.

“Oh, come off it,” Finn groaned, rolling his eyes. “You coulda come out there and helped me with that shit, you coulda told Liv to back off too, don’t act like you’ve had no part in this.”

“Had no part in what? Getting Dom to break whilst Rhea’s not here? Oh my God, you have lost it…”

She turned to continue her walk down the backstage halls. Maybe if she just got a minute alone in the locker room, she’d be able to rationalise Finn’s decision to extend the invitation for a ride to the next town. Highly doubted it, but it was worth a shot. But it didn’t seem like she was going anywhere without Finn right on her tails, telling her all the reasons she should reconsider her anger, to hear him out, as though he actually wanted Dom to give in.

“Will ya stop walkin’ away from me?” Finn grabbed her wrist, perhaps a little too forcefully, stopping her in her tracks. As expected, her instant reaction was to rip her arm from his grip, even if it severed her entire extremity from the rest of her, but he wasn’t relenting.

“I swear to God, if you don’t let go of me in about three seconds, I’m gonna break your fucking jaw,” she warned with a clenched jaw. “Don’t make this worse than it has to be.”

“I’m not the one makin’ it worse, love, you’re the one overreactin’ at nothin’.”

“I’m not overreacting at nothing, you sociopath. I happen to care about Rhea… You remember Rhea, right? Your fucking family.” She managed to yank her arm from him, the friction albeit scorching her in the process, but she’d sort that out later.

“Rhea this, Rhea that, you’re just as bad as ‘im!” Finn’s brows narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Ay, there you are!”

Speaking of ‘im…

Here he came in long strides from behind Finn, his championship belt slung over his shoulder like it always seemed to be since Mania. Braided hair, studded vest, just everything the world loved him for—everything she loved him for, but never had the balls to admit it.

“We’ve been tryin’ to find you, wh–” Damian paused as he got closer to the two of them, instantly noticing the thick tension lingering in between. His eyes immediately narrowed at her, and he glanced down at the man in front of him. “Everything okay?”

Her throat felt like sandpaper; she couldn’t find it in her to tell him. To tell him what Finn had just done, what he’d just solidified, not just for Dominik, but for the future of The Judgement Day.

“Everything’s fine,” Finn said flatly, his tone clipped as he glanced over his shoulder at Damian.

“Fine?” she shot back incredulously. “Do I look like I think everything’s fine to you? You’ve done some stupid shit before, Bálor, but this? This is a whole new level of dumb.”

Damian’s brow furrowed, dark eyes flicking between them. “Wait, hold up—what’s she talking about?”

“She’s overreacting. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” she snapped, raising her voice once more.

“Here we go,” Finn muttered under his breath, running a hand over his hair. He turned back to her with a forced smile, his jaw tight with irritation. “Y’know, ya don’t always have to make a scene.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she spat, stepping closer, her eyes boring into his. “Am I embarrassing you, Finn? You embarrassed yourself the second you thought it’d be a good idea to hand Liv a damn invitation to ride on our bus. Our bus.”

Damian’s head snapped toward Finn, hardening his expression. “You did what?”

Holding his hands up, Finn tried to play it off the best he could. “Relax, Damo, she just needed a ride for the night. No harm, no foul.”

“No harm?” she hissed. “You didn’t think to ask if maybe, I don’t know, bringing Rhea’s fucking arch enemy into our space might cause some problems? You didn’t even tell Damian!”

“You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“You’re a hypocrite, you know that? You’re always talking about loyalty and trust, but the second Rhea’s not around to babysit you, you're out here making decisions that put all of us at risk. Not to mention Dominik and how he might be feeling about your decision making.”

Damian’s deep voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Cálmate un poco,” he said firmly, stepping closer to the two of them. His presence loomed large, his words enough to make her glance at him, but only for a moment.

“Cálmate?” she echoed, throwing her hands up. “I’ve been calm, Damian—too calm, actually. Maybe that’s the fucking problem.”

Finn snorted, folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right. ‘Too calm.’ You’ve been ridin’ my arse for weeks about every little thing.”

“Because you’ve been acting like an idiot for weeks!”

“You done?” Finn bit back with a sneer on his lips. “Or do you wanna keep goin’ so the whole locker room can hear how dramatic you are?”

“Dramatic?” She almost gasped at his audacity. “You don’t get to call me dramatic, Finn, not when you’re the one throwing Dom to the wolves and dragging Liv into the pack just to get a reaction. Do you even realise what you’re doing to us—”

“Us?” Finn’s voice rose, cutting her off. “Don’t kid yourself, love. There hasn’t been an us for a while now, and you damn well know it.”

The words landed like a slap, but before she could react, Damian was suddenly lodged right between them.

“Ya basta!” he growled, holding up a hand, forcing them to take a step back. His usually smooth baritone was sharper now. “Finn, man, the hell are you doin’? You don’t talk to her like that.”

“Oh, I don’t?” Finn snapped, glaring up at Damian. “You don’t get to tell me how to handle my business.”

Damian’s lips curled into a humourless smile, and he tilted his head, dropping his voice. “Tu negocio? This isn’t about you, pendejo, it’s about the family. About respecting Rhea while she’s gone. And you’re out here actin’ like you forgot that.”

And Finn, in all his toughness, opened his mouth to speak, but the Archer of Infamy didn’t give him an iota of a chance. “And another thing,” he said, taking a menacing step closer to the Irishman, seething with a deadly calm. “I see you grabbin’ at her like that again, we’re gonna have a problem. Understood?”

The smaller man faltered for a moment, his confidence quite clearly wavering. Damian’s eyes narrowed, and his large, veiny hand clenched onto the edge of his championship on his shoulder. “Entiendes, yes or no?”

Finally, Finn nodded, though his jaw looked like it was just about ready to shatter with how harshly he had it clenched. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me, big man, when this heroic act comes back to bite you in the arse.”

Damian didn’t let his weak threat deter him from doing what he needed to do; he turned to her next, his expression softening slightly. “You good?”

Her heart was hammering against her ribcage from the sheer rage seering through her, and her emotions were swept up in a chaotic mess, but she nodded nonetheless. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her tone betrayed the storm beneath it.

“Good,” Damian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned back to Finn. “Go cool off. Now.”

Finn hesitated, his pride clearly warring with his better judgement, but eventually, he scoffed and walked away, muttering something under his breath that she couldn’t quite catch.

Once he was out of earshot, Damian let out a long breath. “You’re really okay?” he asked.

She looked up at him, the tension threatening to snap in her chest loosening ever so slightly under his concerned gaze. “I will be,” she said, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

He nodded, his lips quirking into a small, reassuring smile. “Good. Now, let’s figure out what the hell we’re gonna do about all this, cariña.”

The night was cooling down, but her temper still simmered as she stomped alongside Damian through the dimly lit parking lot. Fans that had earlier been congregating at the exit had now dissipated, the chaos of the evening replaced by a tranquil, almost eerie silence. She exhaled sharply, still simmering with frustration, her steps brisk and her arms crossed tightly against her chest.

Damian walked beside her, his strides unhurried as he ate up the speed in which she travelled, and his towering presence remained a stark contrast to her tense frame. He didn’t speak at first, letting the rhythmic echo of their footsteps do the talking. It was only as they approached the production trucks—massive, hulking shadows looming in the dark—that he reached out, his large hand gently wrapping around her elbow.

“Mi vida,” he said softly, richly, lowly. A faintest trace of his accent curling around the syllables. “Slow down.”

She stopped abruptly, pulling her arm free but not walking away. “I’m not getting on that bus,” she insisted. “Not with her there.”

He cocked his head slightly, studying her with those deep, thoughtful eyes that scarcely failed to strip her defences bare. “You don’t have a choice,” he said.

Her lips pressed into a tight line, darting her eyes anywhere else. “I’ll figure something out.”

Admitting to himself, her defiance was always endearing; he chuckled warmly. “What, you’re gonna hitchhike to the next city? Sleep in one of these?” He gestured to the trucks around them with a slight smirk, his rings catching the faint light as his hand moved. “Come on, mamacita, be for real.”

Scowling, her arms tightened around herself. “I can’t stand her, though…” she whined, bouncing on her heels. “What she did to Rhea… what she’s still trying to do.”

Damian softened at the mention of Rhea, a wave of understanding passing over his face. He knew more than anyone what it felt like to watch your best friend be forced to vacate something she’d worked so hard for, all at the hands of someone else. He turned to face her fully, the parking lot lights casting a soft glitter over him, highlighting the sharp features in his beautifully aging face. The faint sheen on his neck, and the glisten from the necklaces there that disappeared behind the collar of his shirt. The tattoos snaking up his arms flexed as he adjusted his title belt, the veins in his forearms prominent and mesmerising.

He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I get it. You’re loyal. We both are. That’s one of the things I like about you.”

His voice dipped into a smoother register, the richness of his tone wrapping around the words like velvet. She hated how easily it still disarmed her, how it made her pulse quicken despite her best efforts to stay annoyed.

“But let me ask you this,” he continued, leaning in a little. “What’s the biggest flex here? Storming off and giving her, and Bálor, the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin? Or walking on that bus, owning the damn space, and letting ‘em know they don’t even rank?”

Her lips parted, a retort forming, but she couldn’t quite get it out. His words were too mellow, his confidence too infectious.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said with a grin, as though he’d already won the argument. Well, whatever argument was there.

“I’m not sharing space with her. Period.” She continued to scowl, looking down at the floor, where she absentmindedly kicked at small chips of gravel.

“Ay, mi reina,” he murmured, running a hand over his face. “You’re really making this difficult for yourself, huh?”

Sighing heavily, he turned to lean one broad shoulder against the truck they were standing by, and crossed his arms. His biceps strained against his short sleeves, and she was grateful he chose to keep the vest instead of opting for a long-sleeved jacket.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he began. “You and me? We’re gonna get on that bus. But we’re not stayin’ up front with the others. Nah.” He angled his body down and quietened his voice a little. “We’ll head straight to the back, nice and private. You won’t have to see Liv. Hell, you won’t even have to think about her.”

She blinked, caught off-guard by how easily he’d spun the situation into something that sounded almost… appealing.

“And you’re just gonna make that happen without trouble, yeah?” she asked, arching a sceptical brow.

“Mami,” he grinned, equal parts cocky and charming, “I always make things happen.”

She couldn’t fight the smile that elicited.

“And… the others?” she asked, trying to maintain the upper hand. “What makes you think they’ll just let us waltz past them without saying anything?”

The smile on his face widened, a playful, menacing look in his eyes. “Let me worry about them, they know better than to get in my way. After all,” he exhaled, slapping a hand over his championship. “I am el campeón, mi vida.”

“Yeah, well…” she somewhat sheepishly grinned, looking away. “I think that may be where some of Finn’s issues lay.”

With a rueful chuckle, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, fingers grazing her temple and trailing down to her jawline. Just… brushing off the comment about Finn’s potential ill-feelings about his lack of a singles title. She wouldn’t put it past the man she’d been in such a rocky situationship with to harbour these… feelings.

“And you?” he hummed in a near whisper. “You just have to focus on me. I’ve got you.”

Her breath caught as he tilted her chin up slightly, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. He intensely gazed down at her, smouldering, seeing right through her defenses.

“And just so you know,” he added conspiratorially. “Rhea’s coming back next week.”

Posture straightening, her eyes widened. “What?”

Nodding, his thumb continued ghosting over her lip before moving it to brush along her jaw. “You didn’t hear it from me, but she’s coming back. The other’s don’t know yet, and I’m not so sure I’m gonna tell ‘em.” He watched her take a deep breath, the tension of these past three months visibly tumbling off her shoulders somewhat. “So, he continued, smiling softly. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, preciosa. Rhea’s gonna be back, she’s gonna put Liv in her place, but tonight? Just one bus ride. We’ll make it work. Bien?”

His hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers threading into the roots of her hair as he came closer. “You trust me, sí?”

Still, even after his silken accent, the baritone vibrato in his affliction, she hesitated; her pride warred heavily with the undeniable pull he had over her. But alas, that was too much for her stubborn streak, and she relented with a nod and a shaky breath.

“I hate you,” she muttered, though her tone spoke otherwise.

Damian laughed, pressing a quick, almost teasing kiss to her forehead. “Nah, you love me, you’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. As he stepped back, his hand lingering on her lower back, she couldn’t help but feel like, somehow, he’d managed to win her over—again…

“Let’s go, mami,” he chided with a glance warm and lingering as he guided her over to where their bus waited. “We got a long ride.”

The bus door hissed open, and Damian stepped in first, his wide frame momentarily filling the entrance. The low hum of conversation inside the bus came to a screeching halt. Everyone was scattered throughout, their chatter dissolving into uneasy silence as they took in the tension radiating off of the two of them as they climbed aboard.

Finn leaned back in his seat, arms draped over the backrest of the bench he sat at. “Well, look who finally decided to join us.”

Damian didn’t miss a beat. “And look who still doesn’t know when to shut up.” The words were sharp but calm, delivered with the kind of controlled menace only Damian could manage. Finn’s smirk twitched, his eyes narrowing.

“C’mon, mate,” Finn said, deceptively light. “What’s the deal? You two been gone and now she’s seethin’.”

“Drop it,” Damian insisted, shrugging off his leather vest and slinging it over his arm. “You’re not as clever as you think you are, pendejo.”

Carlito chuckled from the corner, picking an apple from the fruit bowl and tossing it in his hand lazily. “Depends who you ask.”

Whilst Finn and Damian shot the shit, she took a quick glance around the space and caught Liv perched casually on one of the front seats, scrolling through her phone with her—Rhea’s—championship over her lap. The pair met eyes, and she swore she could have gone over and shoved her phone right down the blonde’s throat once she clocked the little smirk on her face. But she settled with an eye roll, trying to avoid looking back at Liv, even though she could feel her gaze burning into her from across the aisle. Stomach churning, she tightened the grip she had on the back of Damian’s shirt as she stood half-behind him. His earlier reassurance may have helped, but actually stepping onto the bus was like walking into enemy territory.

“You okay?” Dom asked out of nowhere, furrowing his brows. It was nice to see him expressing some other emotion other than sheer discomfort from Liv’s constant advances.

“I’m fine,” she nodded quickly, sending him a forced smile.

“Sure doesn’t look like it,” JD mumbled under his breath, earning a glare from Damian.

“Enough,” the champion asserted, before gesturing toward the back of the bus. “We’re heading to the back. Don’t bother us.”

Liv let out a low whistle, her eyes flicking between them with thinly veiled amusement, ghosting over the almost alarmed look on Finn’s face. “Wow, bossy much?”

Damian’s jaw tightened, but the woman still gripping onto him was the one who snapped.

“You’ve got a lot to say for someone who doesn’t even belong here.”

Liv’s smirk returned, but there was an unmistakable glimmer of irritation behind her eyes. “I’m here because someone thought I’d be a good addition to the crew for the night. Well, that, and clearly Daddy Dom needed a little TLC,” she shot a grin over at Dominik, who flushed with complete embarrassment, before she returned the smugness. “Not my fault you’re pressed about it.”

Carlito barely hid a snort in the loud crunch of his apple while Dom sank further into his seat, clearly not wanting to get involved.

Damian exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. “Ay dios míó… Enough, sucia, you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Bálor. Just be grateful we’re not leaving you in the middle of the parking lot,” he snapped, his patience wearing thin. He then glanced over his shoulder. “Vamos. Ignore them.”

She hesitated, her eyes lingering on Liv for a beat longer. The sheer hubris in her expression made her blood boil, but Damian’s hand circling her wrist pulled her attention away.

“Come on,” he repeated, steering her toward the back.

They moved through the narrow aisle, whispers already igniting behind them. She caught snippets—something about awkwardness, something else about Finn not going after her—but she kept her chin up, refusing to let them see her crack.

The bedroom at the back of the bus was small but cozy, with a plus bench that doubled as a decent bed and soft overhead lighting. Damian shut the door behind them, the noise from the front muffled instantly.

“Finally,” she exhaled, practically flopping back against the wall and running her hands over her face. “I thought I was gonna lose it there.”

Chuckling, Damian tossed his vest onto the bench and laid down his title belt on top of it. “You handled yourself fine, hermosa.”

“Barely,” she muttered, following Damian with her eyes as he moved to lean against the wall in front of her, rather than relaxing back on the bench or even at the window. “Liv’s just lucky I didn’t pick her ass up and throw her off the bus.”

“She’s not worth it,” he said. “Let her think whatever she wants. You’ve got nothing to prove to her—or anyone else for that matter.”

She let out a frustrated whine, but conceded with a stubborn shrug. “This is going to be a long night.”

Resting her head back against the wall, she moved to look up at Damian, who had pretty much settled just across from her now. Arms folded. Intense eyes glued onto her, almost narrowed as if he were trying to pry into her thoughts.

“What?” she stifled a low laugh.

“You think it’s gonna be a long night?”

“...Yeah?”

“It won’t be if you listen to me,” he casually said.

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile creeping onto her face for the first time that night. “Oh, yeah? What’s your master plan this time?”

Without answering immediately, he pushed off the wall, crossing the small space in a single stride. Towering over her, he placed a hand on the space beside her head, leaning in close.

“My plan,” he said smoothly, “Is to make sure you don’t think about Liv, or Finn, or anyone else for the rest of the ride.”

Like a deer caught in headlights, her heart stumbled at the intensity in his gaze. “You’re awfully confident, aren’t you?”

“Siempre,” he replied with a boyish grin. “And usually for good reason.”

She tried, with her whole chest, to ignore the way her pulse quickened, and tried to brush him off. But Damian Priest wasn’t the kind of man you could easily ignore.

A chest so wide her palm could walk across it a full four times before it covered the expanse. Ink etched into caramel skin so beautiful Mick Rock would need to adopt a whole new method just to capture its essence. Her fingers itched to trace the grooves of his body, the taut planes of his torso—carved from obsidian and bronze. A man whose physique withstood the passage of centuries. Muscles rippling beneath the ink mapping his sinuous path of past lives. Ink so black it swallowed light, swirling like the last whispers of a forgotten prayer.

“Mi vida,” he grumbled as his calloused fingertips grazed beneath the hem of her shirt. “Tan suave…”

An impatient whimper fell from her lips, her hands remained splayed on his biceps. Keeping him at a distance neither of them really wanted.

“No corras, mi amor.” His lips teased her temple, a singular inhale allowing her scent to overwhelm him. New shampoo.

“Damian,” she managed to whisper, squeezing his sinewy arms in yet another pathetic attempt at separation. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she told him she only understood a fraction of what he spoke in that bewitching native tongue of his, he would always do it. Of course he would, she loved it.

Nevertheless, he lifted his head, gazing down at the woman in his arms with a hooded glance. Even under such subdued lighting and uneven ground, the swaying of the bus prohibiting a stable view, he just looked so… irresistible. A black Killswitch Engage shirt, obviously a tad too small, hair hanging in beautiful braids, those blue jeans he basked in whenever he got the chance. Rings on. Every. Finger.

“You spend so much time tellin’ me why you can’t.”

“Because I can’t.”

Sighing, he angled his head to the side, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face, the cold metal of his endearing accessories bringing her back from melting completely into his hold. She was so hyper-aware of his proximity, of the others’ proximity.

“Claro, qué sí...”

“Damian–”

He quickly shut her up just by sliding his hand down to the back of her neck, his thumb massaging just behind her ear. There was no way she could resist laying her head back against the wall behind her.

Lips feathered her forehead, the intoxicating aroma of Aqua di Gio forcing her thighs together, down to her nose, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.

“You know I’ll stop if that’s what you really want, cariño.” Their hips met in one motion as his free hand gripped onto her lower back, careening her toward him. Finally, she felt the expanse of his chest, just as tough as she remembered it being, the shirt may as well have not been there. A smirk tugged at his lips, a deep chuckle rumbling from the back of his throat as her smaller hands clung to his shoulders.

“But you don’t want that, ¿verdad?”

Swallowing down the dryness that threatened to encompass her ability to utter a single word, she trembled under his touch, wanting nothing more than this gorgeous, hulking 6’5” leviathan to take her to another realm. Make her forget her name. Her birthday. Where she was.

“N-No…” she finally admitted, meekly shaking her head.

“Then why don’t you just surrender to it, baby? It can’t harm you unless you let it.” Her lip was gently tugged downward with the pad of his thumb, only to bounce back against her teeth. “Dios mío, extraño esa boca,” he muttered, breathing in sharply through his nose.

“It’s not that easy,” she answered, glancing down at his lips as his tongue traced them like a water-starved lion. “You know it’s not that easy.”

They both knew it wasn’t so easy, and each time they acknowledged that fact, the magic faded. Every. Time. In a perfect world, surrendering to the Archer of Infamy would be the easiest thing one could ever do. But it wasn’t their world, and it wasn’t so perfect.

“I know,” Damian relented, but maintained his grip on her. “But you know it as well as I do.” He sighed her name, leaving one lingering kiss directly on her lips to hold onto until next time.

“You’ll always be mine. Reina de mi Corazón.”

His lips continued to hover near hers, his breath hot as it blanketed her space in a soft, uneven exchange with her own. He wasn’t rushing her—no, he’d never do that. He was just deliberate. Intentional. Devastatingly patient.

She knew that if she gave him this—if she surrendered, took the promise at the corner of his lascivious smile—he’d handle her with a precision no one else ever had. As if pulled by some invisible force, he angled her face up, brushing her lips against his in a feather-light kiss. And instead of pressing forward, instead of deepening the contact, Damian let her set the pace, let her linger until her nerves gave way to a quiet, shuddering exhale.

“There she is,” he murmured against her lips, like velvet sliding over her goose-pimpled skin. He cupped her face gently, his thumb grazing over her cheekbone in slow, soothing circles. “Knew you’d come back to me, baby girl.”

“Damian,” she started, her voice barely louder than a whisper, but he cut her off with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, his lips trailing down to her ear.

“Shh, mi vida,” he coaxed, tingles from his words rippling down her neck. “I know you’re scared. I know you’re thinkin’ about all the reasons you shouldn’t.” He pressed another kiss, this time to the hollow of her throat, his hand sliding to her lower back. “But tell me, cariña… do any of those reasons feel stronger than this?”

Nails digging into his shoulders, her head tipped back involuntarily as his lips moved, prudent and proficient, against her skin. “It’s not just us, though,” she whispered wearily. “Finn’s here. They’re all here.”

Damian snickered, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. “Let them be,” he simply said in that effortless charm. “You think they matter to me? You think Finn matters?” He paused, lifting his head to look her in the eyes. “Finn doesn’t matter. Not in here. Not when it’s just us.”

Her heart stuttered as his hands lowered over her hips and tentatively rested on the curve of her ass, applying the smallest amount of pressure, before suddenly hiking her up the wall so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his body. His lips were by her ear again as hummed in a low, intoxicating murmur.

“You’re nervous. I get that. But let me ask you this… has he ever made you feel the way I do? Made you laugh like I can? Made you want to crawl out of your own skin just to get closer?” Tilting her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You think he could’ve made you smile the way I do? Made you lose yourself?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came; Damian’s warm hands slid around to her front, teasing the buttons on her jeans before popping the top one open. Then, his rough fingertips scaled the parameters of her waistband, comfortably tucking them beneath the fabric. He grinned at her hitched breathing, his confidence surging as his voice dropped to a near-growl.

“And don’t get me started on the rest, hermosa,” he teased. “Because I guarantee you, no one’s ever known how to take care of you the way I do. To really take care of you. Mind, body… everything.”

Damian was always attuned to her every move, every tell, as he pressed another soft kiss to her lips, this time lingering just a little longer, savouring her softness.

“Say it, mami,” he almost pleaded, popping yet another button open on her jeans. “Say you want me. Say it, and I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you’ve been needin’... todo lo que no te pudo dar.”

That was it. He knew that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Shit,” she breathed, moving to hold onto the back of his neck and pull him as close to her as she could. “I want you,” she relented, looking straight into his dreamy eyes. “I need you, Dam…”

Victorious, Damian smiled at her. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

The moment shifted like a pendulum swinging, as his arms tightened around her to hike her further up to the wall, lips claiming hers again in a no longer soft or coaxing manner. Her gasps were swallowed by his mouth as he gripped her thighs, feeling her lose some of her strength in the heat of the kiss.

“Wrap them around me,” he growled against her lips, the baritone in his voice like a physical presence. His words weren’t a request; they were a command laced with molten heat. Her legs obeyed instinctively, locking around him as her back pressed flush against the wall. He tugged at her jeans, somehow finding a way to shimmy them down to her knees before he had to let her go to let the denim fall to the floor. But she was back, clinging around him, in a matter of seconds. She barely registered the loss, as her focus was entirely on him—on the way his strength felt like a force of nature, unyielding but controlled. Hoisting her again, he bent gravity at his will.

She tugged at the roots of his braids, eliciting a low, guttural sound from deep in his chest. Even as he resumed his heated kisses against her neck, biting and nipping at her, her senses frayed at the edges.

“You taste like heaven, mi reina,” he mumbled, his voice laced with reverence, though his actions were anything but saintly. He kissed lower still, hazing her to the point where she hadn’t even realised he was lifting her higher until the tops of her thighs had hit under his arms.

A sharp intake of hair caught in her throat as she clocked the position, yet he didn’t stop until she had no choice but to spread her legs over his broad shoulders. Damian stood as though the weight of her body was nothing more than an afterthought.

“Damian,” she breathed, trembling with a combination of exhilaration and disbelief.

He glanced up at her, a smirk curling his lips, dark and devastating. “I know how to handle you, baby, I’ve been dreamin’ of doin’ this to you.” His hands splayed over her thighs, his thumbs traced in slow, tantalising circles along her skin. “Trust me, preciosa. I’ve got you.”

Her own tongue felt too hot against her lips as she wetted them, watching as the Puerto Rican God below her peppered kisses along the band of her panties, stopping at her hip to tease the fabric with his teeth before moving to the other side to repeat the movements.

One hand braced her firmly, his long fingers splaying wide over her lower back, while the other trailed down her side and between them to tuck the tip of his pointer finger into her underwear, tugging at it so she felt the teases of cooler air hit her.

“Shit,” she gasped, her thighs tensing beside his head once he fully pulled the flimsy fabric covering her core to the side, exposing her to his face in such close proximity.

He could have melted right then and there at the sight shimmering back at him; her glistening folds just begging to be parted and worshipped. A neatly kempt, pristine little patch just above his meal—the crowning glory of her womanhood. Even as a brief flash of Finn getting to be this close to her flipped through the pages of his mind, absolutely nothing could sour this moment for him. And he was going to savour every last second of this—of her.

“Baby, you have no idea,” he whispered, adjusting his arms so his hands could easily access where he needed. “How many nights,” he continued, using his thumbs to slowly part her weeping folds, “I’ve thought about doin’ this again.” He brought his mouth as close to her centre as he could, blowing directly onto her heated slick and taking such pride in how she jolted helplessly in his arms. “You have such a pretty pussy, hermosa…”

“Damian, please…” she whimpered, attempting to grind her hips toward his face, but only encouraged him to tighten his arms around her so she couldn’t move at all.

“Shh,” he hissed softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her thigh, before whispering under his breath as he made eye contact with her pussy. “Deja que Papí como.”

Before she could begin to respond, his lips made contact with her core, an open-mouth kiss that gave him a taste of what she had to offer—as if he didn’t already know how sweet she was.

His tongue explored slowly, languidly. Dragging gentle patterns all over her, the action creating a subtle hollowing in his cheeks as he glanced up at her. His eyes narrowed as he inched his tongue up, finally settling it on her sensitive nub, where she’d been throbbing and pulsating since he’d gotten her in this position.

“Ahh,” she panted suddenly, not expecting the jarring of her own hips. One of her hands flew up to the wall beside her, the tips of her fingers grazing the ceiling, once again reminding her of how far up the wall she’d been lifted, and that she wasn’t in some random hotel room; she was in the fucking bus.

“There it is,” he chuckled. “Already shaking for me, and I’ve barely started.”

Her other hand settled on top of Damian’s head, her fingers once again finding space in the roots of his braids as he resumed circling her clit with his tongue in slow, purposeful strokes. She could feel herself pulsate into his mouth already, and she just knew that she was soaking his chin in the process.

“You’re so sensitive here, mi amor,” he murmured, pausing just long enough to kiss her clit before flicking the tip of his tongue again. “You like that, when I focus right here?” Another flick, another jolt. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t find the words, only managing a shaky nod as her calves pulled him closer in her direction.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, a smirk evident in his tone. “But you gotta keep quiet for me, baby girl, we don’t want Finn hearing, do we?”

The reminder sent a thunderbolt of adrenaline through her, and she pressed her hand over her mouth to muffle the small moan that escaped as Damian ducked his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure as he ate her out like he knew she needed. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back as she embraced the feeling of his tongue moving back and forth, side to side, any and all ways all over her pussy, putting intense focus on her beating clit just how she liked it.

“Good girl…” His voice came as gravel and silk. “Doin’ so well for me. Lemme hear those little noises—just for me.”

She tried, but every movement of his mouth, of his tongue, even the gentle scraping of his teeth against her, had her trembling uncontrollably. Her body strained against him, her toes curling in her heeled boots as she tried to keep her balance atop his shoulders, but Damian’s grip was steadfast.

As his head started bobbing with his actions, her sense of reality stretched further and further away from her consciousness, and all she wanted to do was take all of that thick dick deep inside her, like she remembered doing so long ago. Wanted to make him grunt and groan, to leave his mark on her, in her, ruin her for everyone else.

“Shit, shit, D–fuck, don’t stop,” she panted quietly, her jaw clenching as she kept her noises to a minimum. “Papí…”

“Sí, mami. Let me have you.”

As he drooled and salivated all over her pussy, he let out a low growl against her, and that’s what did it for her. She couldn’t stop herself from banging the palm of her hand on the wall behind her as she came so hard into his mouth, her back arching painfully as she let out strained grunts and strangled whimpers.

The hand that had a tight grip on Damian’s head flew up to her mouth, her nails digging into her own face as she tried to muffle the cries. He wouldn’t stop. His tongue kept moving over her pulsing bud, abusing the pressure point like he would a popsicle on the verge of melting. He wanted to drain every last bit of her pleasure until she couldn’t stand being hoisted all the way up on the wall anymore—until the idea of staying upright caused unease.

But when her tremors subsided, only left with the sheen on his chin and a shiver up her spine, he finally lifted his head with a wicked grin full to the brim with pride.

“I could do that shit all night, hermosa,” he said through a ragged exhale. “But I think you might be a little too sensitive for that. For now.”

Easing her back down the wall, his grip remained firm but tender, as though she were to break at the slightest mishandling. Her legs slipped from his shoulders, trembling slightly as they found solid ground again. Still, she was catching her breath, her body flushed and buzzing.

Both of them were oblivious to the rhythmic thuds her earlier ecstasy had caused against the wall—a sound that surely hadn’t gone unnoticed beyond the small space.

Her body slid against the wall, her legs wobbling under her so much that Damian kept one arm around her to steady her.

“You good?” His voice was softer now, the teasing edge replaced with a gentleness that somehow made her chest twist and ache.

She nodded, her forehead falling against his shoulder as she tried to regulate her breathing. “I… yeah. That was…” Words escaped her completely, overtaken with some kind of erotic brain fog.

Damian chuckled low, his breath warm against her temple. “I know,” he mumbled. “You don’t have to say it.”

Just as she lifted her head to look at him, he silenced the prospect of further words with a slow, delicate kiss. She could taste herself on him—the aroma, the zest, the intimacy of it. A potent reminder of what had just transpired.

Groaning softly into the kiss, she pulled back only slightly. “That’s… that’s me,” she whispered hazily, with embarrassment and arousal.

“Yeah,” Damian said, a wicked grin apparent as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “You taste fuckin’ amazing, mami. And you know what? Now you’ll never forget it…”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sank in, his confidence so intoxicating that it left her dizzy.

“Papí…” she almost quivered.

“Hmm?” He leaned in again, brushing his lips over hers, not quite kissing her. “Something you wanna say, or you just gonna stand there thinkin’ about how I had you shaking for me?”

Before she could respond, he stepped back, his hands still lingering on her hips as though he wasn’t ready to let her go. He turned slightly to retrieve her jeans from where they’d been discarded in a heap on the floor. He handed them to her with a crooked grin.

“Better put these on before I change my mind about you being too sensitive, mi vida,” he said, half-seriously and half-playfully.

She took them, her fingers brushing against his as she did, but instead of the sound of her raspy, worn-out voice constructing an answer, the soft click of the doorknob turning caught their attention.

In an instant, Damian’s hand shot out, pressing against the door with casual strength, holding it firmly shut. The sheer ease with which he managed it was almost more arousing than anything else he’d done so far, his palm flat against the wood like it weighed nothing.

“I thought I said not to bother us,” Damian called, brooking no argument with a sharp and commanding edge.

There was a pause on the other side, and then JD’s voice floated through, apologetic but amused. “We’re stoppin’ for gas in a bit. Just thought you’d want to know.”

“Pendejo…” Damian huffed, his annoyance clear, but his hand didn’t move from the door. Instead, he leaned over in her direction, lowering his voice as he whispered, “He’s lucky I’m in a good mood.”

She stifled a laugh, the absurdity of the situation settling in. But Damian, being the kind of unflappable man he was, shifted his focus back to it entirely.

“Alright,” he said loud enough for JD to hear, almost dismissively. “You’ve said your piece. Ve dale.”

There was a boyish laugh from the other side, and the sound of retreating footsteps followed. Damian waited a beat longer, ensuring their privacy, before letting his hand drop and turning his attention back to her.

“See, preciosa? Easy!” He wiped his hands together, brushing the existence of the others off his shoulder.

“You’re insane,” she grinned up at him.

“Maybe,” he smiled back unrepentantly. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it all of a sudden.”

She rolled her eyes, but the truth was undeniable. He stepped toward her, his fingers trailing lightly down her arm before catching her wrist and pulling her into his chest so he could take her fully into his arms.

“When we get to the next city,” he stared, his voice muffled against her hair. “I’m booking us a room. No interruptions, no walls, no keeping quiet. Just you and me.”

Humming in acceptance, and almost contentment, she angled her head to the side so she could speak to him. “And then?” she asked softly.

“And then…” he echoed, lowering a hand down to her ass, where he unashamedly grabbed a handful. “Then you can ride Papi all you want, baby girl. All night, however you want me.”

Her cheeks burned, but the elated grin she gave him let him know he’d hit the mark.

“Gas stop’s not gonna take long,” he said. “It’s just enough time for me to think about everything I’m gonna do to you later. But for now…”

He pulled his head back to look down into her eyes.

“Behave, mi amor. Or Papi might not be able to wait that long…”

Translations: Ya basta - Enough’s enough Cariña - Sweetheart/darling/term of endearment Mi vida - My life/term of endearment Preciosa - Precious/term of endearment Pendejo - Idiot/dumbass/dummy Ay dios mio - My God Sucia - Dirty Hermosa - Pretty Siempre - Always Tan suave - So soft No corras, mi amor - No running, sweetheart/my love Claro, qué sí - Yes, you can ¿Verdad? - Right?/No?

Dios mío, extraño esa boca - My God, I miss that mouth

Reina de mi Corazón - Queen of my Heart

Todo lo que no te pudo dar - Everything he couldn’t give you

Deja que Papí coma - Let Daddy eat

Ve dale - Now go

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authorhjk1 · 7 months ago

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Black in the airport or pink princess of a kingdom?

Black

(Shin Ryujin X Male Reader)

"Go to the bathroom."

Ryujin reads your message. She swallows hard, knowing what you have in store for her. Usually the two of you engage in your shenanigans at the dorm. Or backstage, when you know no one will walk in. But here? At an airport? There were so many reporters here earlier.

"I'll be back in a second."

Yeji just nods in acknowledgement.

"Can you ask oppa if he can bring some snacks for the flight, I forgot mine?"

Ryujin almost feels caught. But Yuna's bright smile seems to innocent for her to know what's going on.

"Sure."

Ryujin quickly hurries to the restrooms. She steps inside the men's and is relived when no one but you is in there. You watch her enter through the mirrors on the wall above the sink.

"Are you wearing it?"

Instinctively Ryujin places her hand on her stomach.

"Yes.....master."

That last word leaves her lips only after some hesitation. With enough foreplay, Ryujin doesn't have a problem with your bedroom dynamic at all. But this is in public. And she is unsure of what to do or what to expect from you.

"Show me."

Ryujin hesitates, but then moves her dress. Lucky for her it already shows off her naked sides, now you can see the naval piercing you gave her a couple of days ago.

"You like it?"

Ryujin nods at your question.

"Good. Then you know what happens next."

You look at the piercing once more. It's not an ordinary one. And she can't wear it all the time for sure. You had it custom made, just for her. The silver letters spell "butt slut". It's obviously heavier than normal piercings, but Ryujin doesn't hesitate to put it in, whenever she can.

Now, she only hesitates for a second, before she reaches into her purse and takes out a small bottle of lube. You take off your pants and watch her pour a good amount of the clear liquid into her hand. Ryujin reaches down to stroke your shaft, covering it with the lube. Her warm hand feels amazing.

"Good girl."

You stroke her hair, which makes Ryujin crack a proud smile. Once you're hard enough, you motion for her to bend over the sink. You bite your lip as you watch how her firm ass is now tightly hugged by the black fabric of her dress.

"How is your workout routine doing? I don't want to put too much pressure on my favourite toy."

You softly stroke her ass cheeks.

"It's great, opp-"

You raise your hand, but Ryujin quickly corrects herself.

"-master. I just want you to enjoy my ass as much as possible."

You give one of her cheeks a slight squeeze.

"Good girl. Maybe next time you can show me what kind of workouts you do? I just want to make sure that ass of yours looks amazing while I use it."

"Of course, master. Is there any clothing you want to see me in in particular?"

You slowly push up the hem of her dress, while you respond.

"I think Yeji owns this amazing pair of red leggings. They make her butt look almost as good as yours. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you borrowed them."

Stepping closer, you make your wet cock rest between Ryujin's cheeks, right above her hole.

"Thank you, master. I'll make sure to wear them."

You watch Ryujin's mouth fall open, when you finally push your tip past the tight ring of muscles. You distracted her little with your conversation and now caught her off guard. While she takes a couple of deeper breaths, you keep talking.

"Then again, the last time you walked around the dorm with a pair of leggings on, I ripped them apart."

You push in deeper, which makes Ryujin's nuckles turn white as she tightens her grip on the sink.

"I could just buy the exact pair. That way, you can do with them whatever you want."

Slowly picking up the pace, you enjoy Ryujin's pleasure wrecked face through the mirror.

"That's true. But I'm sure it would be fun to watch, while you explain to Yeji why her pants her torn open."

By now, it's getting harder for her to talk. Your cock in her ass pushes the air out of her body, whenever you thrust inside. And yet, it yearns for more, whenever you pull back again.

"Please, master. Yeji can't know you're using me."

"And why not?"

You give her right cheek a disapproving spank.

A moan leaves Ryujin's lips. The sight of her firm cheeks pressed against your crotch again and again makes you fuck her a little harder. You want to see her flesh ripple deliciously with every thrust.

"Because I don't want her to take my place. I want to be your only slut."

You hear the desperation in Ryujin's voice as her greedy asshole pulls you deeper inside of her, her tight walls gripping onto your cock.

"Alright then, buy a new pair."

"But make sure they're smaller than your normal size. I really want to see that sexy ass of yours."

You hear her sigh in relieve, which is cut short when you dig your fingers into her cheeks and pick up the pace further. Now Ryujin's head bobs with every thrust as she watches herself getting used through the mirror.

"I will...."

Ryujin can't finish her sentence, you fuck her a little too fast. You punish her by spanking her left cheek.

"I will, mas-master."

Now the image of Ryujin in Yeji's red leggings is ingrained into your brain. You imagine how she is doing a set of squats right in front of you. How that red fabric stretches over that delicious ass.

"Damn, slut."

You feel your orgasm slowly approaching. Even after having fucked Ryujin's ass hundreds of times, it still amazes you how tight it is. It never fails to make you cum way sooner than you expected.

"I'm gonna ruin that ass throughout the whole trip. You might as well wear nothing while you're at the hotel."

"I will, master."

The idea of Ryujin walking around naked finally does it for you.

"Fuck."

You groan as you manage to pull out of her snug hole. You aim at her ass and shoot your load all over her plump cheeks. Her flawless skin is now stained with ropes of your cum.

"And you better not skip any workouts, just because we're not at home."

You spank her one last time for good measure, before turning around and leaving the restroom.

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minteagalaxea · 17 days ago

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seelie | jy. uso

jey uso . breakers series

genre: smut (minors dni) . modicum of plot content warnings: public sex . unprotected sex (please use protection) . creampie . afab reader (they/them pronouns) . implied age gap (reader is in their early twenties/college) word count: 1.1k inspiration: jey winning world heavyweight champion . cinderella . jey's new neck tattoo . spring break . me being on spring break . fairies songs: "full house" by mobb (x) . "backstage romance" by moulin rouge! the musical (x) read also: "siren" (x) . "serpent" (x) note: thank you so so much for everyone who has been following along with this little miniseries! wanted to give a big shoutout to @spiicii for literally riding it out with me and keeping me motivated! i've been not in the best headspace, but hopefully this helps! also thank you to @lov3rla03 for the shenans over in the whorehouse for helping me get through this.

maybe this was a mistake.

keyword: maybe.

they weren’t quite like their best friends when it came to matters of romance, who were feral and cerebral, respectively. they loved those two, the perfect contrast to one another.

yet, they were the one who paired off first. all because of a stupid neck tattoo.

they were pretty sure it was done recently, the black ink vibrant underneath the miami sun as the group entered the resort’s dayclub, and it was the first thing they saw. it didn’t matter who was wearing that piece, but they knew that was the thing they were going to chase.

they hadn’t expected him—jey—to welcome their compliments with charm and slip a glass of champagne into their hands and to whisk them away into his cabana like it was a fairytale romance. well, it would have been a fairytale romance if they were the nonbinary version of cinderella, he was a tatted-up prince charming, and the ball was a wild dayclub playing questionable edm during spring break.

so, the real mistake would be, then, that they let him inside of their depths in the middle of the ball. so maybe, this was their version of dancing as he turned them both onto their sides, the weight of his hand heavy on their cunt as he stroked their petals. enough to get them squirming and writhing for his cock amidst the tandem of whatever beat drop was happening and the bodies of everyone else doing the same shit, ostensibly. any direction, and someone was getting railed—in the cabanas, the pool. it was the greatest free for all of the spring break shenanigans they had ever encountered throughout their collegiate career.

yet, there was a charm to it, though they wanted to think it had more to do with the fact that their friends were doing the same damn thing as they were doing. evidently, jey’s twin matched exactly the level of freak as her history major best friend, with how hard he was railing her. they turned to the other side to find that their other friend was engaging in something with his cousin.

his hips were assured as he pressed his forehead against theirs, their right leg hiked up against his thigh to give him better access to their walls as their foreheads touched. “you’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” jey groaned against their soft mouth as his hips pistoned in a measured pace. he swallowed those noises as they moved, the rhythm something grounding and mythical.

in between the fervent, heady kisses, they murmured into his mouth, “you’re so good to me, jey. so fucking deep inside.”

they weren’t lying—he touched their depths in unimaginable ways, ways that soothed the aches and pains of their body as he kept his thrusts measured, purposeful, yet voracious. his tongue slipped into their mouth in a sensuous tango, a conversation more than a conquest.

it numbed their mind in all the ways they didn’t realize was liberating. there weren’t any thoughts of school, of integrals and matrices, of whatever stupid drama from their student organizations that left them reeling like maybe they were cinderella, and everything else in life was the wicked stepmother and stepsisters.

the suggestion, then, was when midnight would strike. would they linger? how much of this was meant to be a fairytale? they weren’t sure, and they weren’t sure if they wanted to know just yet as the tip of jey’s cock kissed that perfect spot inside them that erased any doubt, any concerns for the moment ebbing as he continued.

his name spilled from their lips over and over, each thrust rattling everything to their core. their breaths emerged in fervent pants as jey stared at them with a certain sense of awe, of reverence, of addiction. there was no other way for them to describe that feeling as he devoured every sound made with fervor. he groaned when they pressed their lips up against that new neck tattoo, practically licking the ink off of it if they could. that action always pressed their body up into his, their chests melding and jey’s cock so so deep inside that the angle made it even deeper, made it feel so so deep that there was no way they weren’t dreaming.

“baby, you’re like a fucking angel. sent down here just for me.”

“crazy talk,” they mumbled against his lips, body seizing up in a climax as his tip stabbed just right inside of them to propel them to a climax. that sound was airy, a stutter of absolute pleasure as they arched their frame into him, their walls pulsating in harmony to whatever song was playing off the club’s numerous speakers.

“baby, those walls of yours are like some fairy wings or something,” he gritted out as his hips stilled to deposit his load into their sweet, fluttering depths. it was full, it was warm, and that felt more like the stroke of midnight than maybe the end of a long, semi-romantic fuck.

they couldn’t leave—not with how jey held close onto them like a vine. his eyes were heavy with need for them, like they were the blessing he had been praying and searching for. he held them close as the song transitioned, length staying inside as he continued rocking into them, pushing his seed deeper and deeper into them like he wanted a part of him to remain in them.

“my little fairy,” jey mused with awe, as if he was seeing them for the first time beyond what led them into the cabana. their hips rocked into his, their lashes fluttering against his cheeks. their lips remained affixed to his neck, suckling marks on one side and paying reverence and worship to the freshly inked side.

“look at those pretty wings of yours,” he teased, pressing his lips to the side of their eye, brushing close to their lashes. their cheeks warmed at the gesture, snuggling close as their breaths mingled, their mimosa tangling with his bourbon.

“jey,” they breathed. it was the only word they could say as they stayed, long after the proverbial stroke of midnight and the music escalated and so did everyone else. their walls pulsed and beat like the wings of a fae.

“just stay with me, my little angel. stay all week long.” it sounded like a prayer to a creature they definitely weren’t, but cursed their little soft romantic heart and the softness of his eyes. he kissed them over and over, trying to imprint the taste of them on his lips as their tongues conversed again, dancing in candied delight and coquettish deviousness. it was less of that stupid cinderella tale they thought as jey drank them in, hardening once more at those soft contractions of their nether, rocking to have them mewl and preen under the miami sun.

they would stay. fairies loved lost things, after all. and there weren’t conditions like cinderella’s ball when they were the fairy godmother.

taglist ⇢ @yana3sworld . @roseydoesypoesy . @fearlesschimera . @theusotwinzcom . @acute-crashout-jeyuso . @geekinstilettos . @pr0wlerpunk .

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rhxpleys · 2 months ago

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what they are doing with rhea’s character is not rocket science. it is quite easy to parse out what is happening imo.

rhea interrupts charlotte, and char tells her that she’s still just a kid and that nothing has changed. that she just jumps into things.

rhea wants to stop raquel from interfering with iyo’s match and inadvertently gives liv the win via dq. hotheaded behaviour.

she then wants to do right by iyo and gives her the match for the title. because she’s paranoid and insecure over her relationships, bianca cheering for iyo distracts her. she’d rather believe that bianca fears her rather than let herself admit—RINGSIDE—that bianca merely cheering for iyo upset her.

—but she will admit it backstage when she’s vulnerable and alone.

rhea interrupts bianca and iyo, and lashes out at bianca just for being ringside. her losing the match doesn’t even appear to be a huge deal in her mind! she’s just upset with bianca, and bianca dismisses her as childish.

and then tonight, her interrupting and again getting in bianca’s face whilst iyo gets caught in the crossfire. i’m just going to watch! is what she says, but it all descends into shenanigans with rhea pulling a hbk and running away with the contract whilst pearce yells at her (no, this contract signing will not hold lmao).

then when pearce finally gets in her face and gets the contract off her, what does pearce call her?

childish.

rhea’s worst traits are being emphasised in this feud. she acts out and tries to get her own way. she’s hotheaded, she’s childish, and all of this is being done to mask the fact that she is feeling alone and vulnerable. that belt was merely a bandage over whatever wounds there are. even if rhea has nothing, she at least had her women’s world championship.

and now she has nothing, but she could still get that belt back, and if acting out gets her that belt, then so be it!

(spoiler: it will not get her the belt back).

rhea recognises the worst parts of herself, but because her behaviours have seldom failed her, she doesn’t feel the need to change a whole lot.

after all the unfortunate things that have happened to her over the past 10-ish months, it will be a loss at WM that properly makes her realise that she cannot simply be this woman anymore.

#rhea ripley #wwe #raw lb #she is so wet kitten in a box coded #TO ME….

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ashthewaterghoul · 2 months ago

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Quick Lessons – A SwissTom One Shot

Ever since Phantom was summoned, Swiss had been very drawn to the little bug like a moth to a flame. It just so worked out that Phantom loved to be with Swiss as much as possible too and the Multi had eagerly taken the job of helping them adjust to life topside and taught Phantom everything they knew. Everything. But Swiss didn’t anticipate that his “lessons” would also include the Art Of Being A Little Shit. Luckily for them both, Swiss delighted in being Phantom’s teacher and was especially good at doling out punishments when needed. Maybe that’s not-so-lucky for Phantom then…

Words: 1.4k

Tags: smut, they/them Phantom, transmasc Phantom, Phantom is a little shit, Swiss is not happy about that, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, backstage shenanigans, undernegotiated but Phantom's into it, oral sex, punishments, Swiss creams Phantom’s underwear… that’s the main thing that happens here lol, how tf do I tag this?

A/n: tdick, clit, core and cunt used for Phantom's anatomy

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Phantom had been doing incredible on their first tour. They had picked up the guitar and mastered it in no time flat which ended up being a good thing thanks to how quick of a time it was between landing topside and shipping out to perform for the masses.

They enjoyed the music, the interaction with fans and seeing even more of the strange land they were summoned to. But, what they also loved was the adrenaline-fuelled exploits of sneaking around venues to get off before and after shows. The little bat did often need routine, and in the ever-changing environment of a tour, Swiss wouldn’t blame them too much for always coming to him for some relief before they get called backstage. But he couldn’t help but feel like they were getting a little too entitled to it, and he would have to nip that in the bud, of course.

So, one night, as the pair sequestered themselves away into some back corridor, Swiss’ hand clamped over Phantom’s mouth and the other down their pants and jerking their tdick, he had an idea.

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“Mmph!” Phantom moaned, fangs pinching the flesh of Swiss’ calloused palm.

The way their hips were bucking more desperately, their eyes misting over a little as they rolled back told Swiss they were close.

“Gonna cum, Buggy?” He whispered into their ear, low and gravely as he grinded his clothed erection against the curve of their pert ass.

Phantom nodded with more muffled moans.

Early on in these exploits, Swiss had learned that Phantom needs to be silenced otherwise they were always given away and got into a bit more trouble than what it was worth.

Swiss looked over his shoulder to the corridor behind them and caught sight of the clock. Any moment now they would get the call to head backstage. And Phantom was so so close indeed…

He slowed his hand and relaxed the pressure he was keeping on their clit just a little to keep them on the edge.

“Hrmph?!” Phantom nearly sobbed with the switch-up as they were just about to fall off that ledge, the coil of their orgasm wound up tight inside their belly.

“I’m making you feel good, baby. Trust me.” Swiss said, a wicked grin that they couldn’t see plastered over his face.

And just then, the PA system sounded:

“This is your 5-minute call. All Ghouls and Papa backstage, please.”

And with that, Swiss unceremoniously pulled his hand from Phantom’s boxers and licked his digits clean. The little Quint was mewling and begging as they tried to rub their thighs together for some relief that Swiss didn’t grant them.

He wrapped his tail around their wrists and kept their legs apart with his own to make sure they wouldn’t forget this anytime soon.

“Fuck, you always taste so good. Can’t wait to bury my cock in there later.” He said, nibbling their ear as he rolled his hips just right to make himself cum into his own boxers as he quickly fastened up their trousers and tucked their shirt back in.

“Oh, shit, yes!” He moaned as he felt every little relieving sensation he denied Phantom.

“W- why?” They panted, still trying to recover from the loss as their thighs trembled.

“Needed to teach you a lesson, you little shit. Bouncing over to me whenever you want to get off. You’re such a brat sometimes. And brats don’t get to cum.” Swiss said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

Thanks to Swiss hurrying them, they got backstage a beat behind everyone else. Masked and glamoured up, they got on stage and Swiss was sure Phantom was a little more chaotic on stage that night as the hormones from their still-horny state flowed free.

A few nights later they were backstage once again, and Phantom asked Swiss politely for another of their exploits rather than tugging at his shoulder to take him to a spot they’d already scoped out.

They were the picture of perfect innocence… Well, as innocent as one can look on their knees with a cock down their throat. Their wide and pure gaze stared up at Swiss as they dutifully bobbed their head, with one hand down their own pants.

It was a sight that always drove Swiss wild and this time was no different. He rolled his hips, not having to worry about their gag reflex as he’d long trained that away. The dark curls at his base tickled Phantom’s nose and made it scrunch, which was always adorable no matter the context.

Their brows pinched as they brought themself to ecstasy, moaning and breathing heavily around Swiss’ member.

“Fuck, yes… Your mouth is something else.” Swiss groaned, tipping his head back as one hand went to blindly caress their face.

He could feel his high starting to build at the base of his spine as his cock kicked against the little Quint’s throat and his balls started drawing up.

“I’m close, Bug. Keep going.” He said, blissed out already as Phantom sucked his length down, their throat welcoming him in easily and eagerly.

What he didn’t see, though, as his head went back was Phantom looking over to the clock and they knew they could take their revenge for the denial they experienced days prior.

They put a little more effort into their blowjob – hollowing their cheeks, sucking harder and doing every little trick they’d learned that Swiss loves.

The Multi responded in the way Phantom hoped, his breathing quickening as his pleasure built up more and more. His hand went to one of their horns to encourage them to keep going as he rolled his hips into their mouth.

“Such… fuck… Such a good Bug.” He said, eyes shut as his balls drew up tight to his body.

And just as he was about to feel the relief of his high…

“This is your 5-minute call. All Ghouls and Papa backstage, please.”

Phantom’s mouth popped off Swiss’ length and their face showed that sickly sweet smile they get whenever they get what they want.

Swiss’ hips bucked to try and chase Phantom’s mouth as satiate the discomfort of having his orgasm ripped away. He looked at them with dark and dangerous eyes as his upper lip threatened to peel back in a snarl.

Phantom simply stood up and went to tuck Swiss’ purple and dripping cock back into his pants. But Swiss, once again, took the opportunity to teach them a lesson they’d never forget.

They squeaked as Swiss spun them around and pinned them to the wall by their neck. Their own trousers were still unfastened and Swiss used his other hand and his tail to push them and their underwear down in one go.

“W- we have to… to go. What are you doing?” They asked against the hand squeezing their throat.

“I was right then, wasn’t I? You really are a brat.” He snarled, low and into their face, some of his spittle landing on their lips and in their mouth.

Swiss hissed a little as he wrapped a hand around himself and jerked himself off. He was already pretty close and, despite his previous ruined orgasm barely making it feel good he came quickly with a moan behind his fangs, pointing his tip down at the crotch of Phantom’s boxers.

“Fuck.” He choked as he tried to wring his cock of everything he had to give.

“Swiss, no!” Phantom whined, knowing what came next as they watched each spurt land on the gusset of their boxers.

He didn’t listen and it was too late anyway. They wouldn’t have any time to go and change and he needed to make sure they never soon forget themself again.

“Oh, yes.” He said as he pulled their underwear and trousers back up, “Fucking squirm.”

And squirm they did. As soon as their underwear was back up, Swiss’ cooling spend against their core, they immediately started writhing to escape the feeling of it spreading all over them.

Swiss kept an evil grin as he fastened their belt a little tighter than usual and let go of their neck to reveal a lovely red handprint against their pale skin. He tucked his softening cock back into his own trousers as he hurried Phantom along to walk, pushing their shoulder and bullying them down the corridors to the backstage area.

That night, Swiss watched as Phantom did everything to stop feeling the discomfort of their creamed underwear and cunt, and was forced to think about what they did the entire show.

And if Swiss hid their clean pairs of underwear to make them learn their lesson for a little longer, then it was their fault for being so entitled in the first place.

Phantom definitely learnt their lesson after that.

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#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #swisstom #phantom/swiss #swiss/phantom #phantom x swiss #swiss x phantom #ao3 #trans ghouls #spicy tag

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weinq · 4 months ago

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English Affair

synopsis: in which jeong yunho signs an NDA genre: idol au! idol yunho x afab reader! fluff, suggestive word count: 1.7k author's note: this was supposed to be more comedic and more suggestive...but I wasn't sure how to approach it like that... I hope you enjoy :)) ~wein masterlist

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it was another night in a new city. jeong yunho loved the stage, he truly felt alive underneath the glow of the lights and the roar of his fans. being an idol wasn’t an easy path, the cut throat industry was filled with obstacles before one could even set foot in it- but it was during moments like this that made it all worthwhile. from his position on the stage, he could hear the voices of the fans calling out to him, they swayed their lights sticks to the rhythm of the beat while he and his best friends put out a performance of them.

“atinys!” mingi’s voice called out, and the audience cheered in response. mingi was up to his usual shenanigans; today he had their fans barking. mingi being the ring leader lead the braking while the atiny’s enthusiastically joined in.

yunho chuckled and jumped down the stage to interact with the fans near the barricade. he went toward the right, there was a figure in the crowd that caught his eye earlier. yunho wanted a better look at the atinty. “hello, hello” he said, as he walked alongside the crowd of screaming trying to grab his attention. he tried to give them as much of his time as possible, taking pictures with few fans along the way.

while mingi has the crowd barking, y/n noticed that yunho was doing rounds near her area of the barricade. her heart raced in joy upon being able to see her idol up close. y/n considered herself more of a causal listener in comparison to the die hard atinty’s standing besides her. but y/n has deep respect and admiration for the group, and seeing one of the members up close made her nervous.

“hello, sweetheart.” yunho says, as he approached the group of atiny’s next to her. “yunho!” she exclaimed in excitement, and waved to the boy in front of her. he gave her a sneaky smile and took the phone from her hand and started recording himself while y/n laid frozen. as an idol, he was a perfectionist, he mastered the art of being discreet. he used the fans as an excuse to get a better interaction with the girl.the fans burst in cheers of excitement and disappointment, several of them congratulated her while y/n tried to wrap her head around what was happening. yunho knew there wasn’t much he could do with a locked phone, so he simply recorded a 5 second view of himself and handed the phone back to the girl giving him just enough time to properly see her.

she’s even prettier up close, yunho thought.

y/n’s heartbeat raced, as yunho's soft hands brushed past hers while he handed her phone back. “see you later, pretty girl.” he smiled before he rushed out. she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the voices of the atiny’s in the crowd were just as a back track as she tried to get a grip of herself.

“thank you, london!!!” the group said, while taking their bows and saying their goodbyes to their fans. the lights then turned off, and the boys went backstage to cool down before their send off. yunho hoped that you would be there.

“what’s on your mind?” mingi asked as he threw on more comfortable clothes. “there's a girl.” he sighed. “i might never see her again, but i have my hopes up.” mingi nods in understanding, as idols their career were their partners. although their agency didn't have a dating ban in place for them, it was still difficult to date. they didn’t have the luxury of going out and meeting people.

“you might just have to pass her this.” he winks pointing to the envelope by the dressing mirror. he chuckles in response, “i might just have to.”

y/n waited at the send off area with the rest of the fans, her heart racing with excitement; she wondered if fate would favor her a little longer and grant her a second more with yunho. she secretly prayed for it.

sooner than later, the crowd erupted in cheers as the group walked out. standing near the end of the line, she waited eagerly, her anticipation growing with each step they took. y/n caught a glimpse of yunho, as he interacted with the fans. he had changed out of his concert costume into more comfortable clothing. he was wearing his glasses as well, which she found cute.

“hello, gorgeous!” he greeted her, and she smiled in response. “i loved you out there!”

“thank you, your support means a lot to us.” he said, once again taking the phone out of her hands. “you like doing that, huh?” she questioned with a giggle. “maybe, i just like you.” he said earning him a blushing girl next to him. she cast her eyes away, “smile, gorgeous.” he said, capturing a picture of them on her phone. “i gotta go now.” he says. y/n heart quenches in sadness that her once in a lifetime moment came to an end, but she nods in response. “bye, yunho!” she says. their hands brush against each other once more as yunho hand’s her phone back, but more before he slips a paper along with it.

for a second she wonders if she imagined it, but the paper feels rough under her palms. he throws her a final wink-so she’s sure that it’s real. but y/n couldn’t help but doubt herself, the venue was filled with many gorgeous fans so it wouldn’t be, right? it could be something else, and not what she hoped for. his number…she watches as their figures retreat and the rest of the fans head home as well.

she leaves the venue, clutching the paper tightly in her hands. y/n’s mind was a whirlwind of doubt, she was convinced she must be imagining things. but she doesn’t make it three blocks before curiosity overwhelms her. with trembling fingers, she unfolds the paper and begins to read, her heart pounding louder with each word.

“hey, beautiful.

i hope you have some time for me tonight. call me 00**** **** **.

-j.y”

y/n felt dizzy, this couldn't be real. it must be a dream she would soon wake up from, she probably fainted in the venue, hit her head and ended up in the hospital.

she dialed the number with trembling hands, her heartbeat raced with each ring.

“you think she will call?” mingi asks. they were in their van a few blocks away from the venue waiting in case the girl would call. yunho shrugs, “i can only hope.” yunho sincerely hoped she would. it hasn’t even been 5 minutes since they drove away, and fans would probably take a half an hour or more to get out, even though yunho knew that he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

soon enough, the phone rings. yunho, rushes out of the car nervously wanting privacy.

“hello?” y/n says shakily. yunho couldn't help but smile, “i thought you wouldn’t call, princess.” he says. “i thought i was dreaming.” the girl replies to which he chuckles. “where are you now?”

“just a few blocks away, i had to…know if i was dreaming or not.”

“well, this is real.”

after a quick conversation regarding her whereabouts, yunho leaves to find the girl.

y/n fidgeted with the miffy keychain on her bag nervously as she waited for yunho. she got off the phone with jeong yunho a few seconds ago. she knew what it meant, but she was still nervous. anybody would jump at the chance of spending the night with their idol, she would too but it felt more like a dream than anything to y/n.

"hello again," jeong yunho said, making his way toward her. "hi, yunho!" she greeted him nervously. "i asked you out, but i don’t even know your name." he laughed, sounding equally nervous. "i’m so nervous, i’m sorry," he added, and it was hard to believe that jeong yunho, the star, could be nervous about meeting her, but i guess we’re all human after all. "you’re jeong yunho," she replied shyly, "you’re a star. i’m the one who should be nervous." he smiled softly. "what’s your name?" "i’m y/n," she said awkwardly, holding out her hand. "y/n," he murmured, his eyes lighting up. "your name is as beautiful as you are." instead of shaking her hand, he gently took it, his touch warm. "so… what now?" she asked, unsure. yunho chuckled and, with a quick glance toward the hotel he pointed to, he gently led her that way.

“i hope that wasn’t a turn-off,” he said, glancing back at her. his voice had a light, teasing quality. "are you kidding? i don’t think anybody could make signing an nda sexy," she replied in mock offense, before quickly adding, “but you did.”

he laughed, the sound soft and easy. as they neared the hotel, he looked at her again. "i would’ve taken you to dinner first, under different circumstances," he confessed. "you can always make it up to me next time," she teased.

yunho grinned, his gaze lowering to hers as he moved closer. he placed his forehead gently against hers, the simple contact sending a quiet warmth between them. “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispered. "we could just talk." you nodded, understanding. you weren’t the type for casual hookups, but something about yunho felt safe, comforting. his hot breath against your skin only made the feeling more intense. “i want it,” you whispered back.

his smile deepened at your words. without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips warm and soft against yours. his hands found their way to your jaw, cradling your face as he deepened the kiss. you could feel the rush of breath between you, the heartbeat that seemed to sync with your own. “you can still refuse,” he murmured, pulling away briefly.

you pulled him back in by the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. “how about a shower first?” you whispered against his lips. yunho raised an eyebrow, amused. “kinky.” “you’re probably a sweaty mess after the concert,” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed.he grinned, his eyes darkening with mischief. "there’s going to be a lot more sweating."

the second kiss was even more intense, more urgent. the taste of his lips, the shared warmth, the undeniable pull between you, it was intoxicating. clothes became an afterthought as you both fumbled to undress, each movement laced with anticipation. "we’ll take it to the shower then, baby," he chuckled, leading the way.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #yunho #yunho x reader #yunho imagines #yunho fluff #yunho fanfic #yunho x y/n #kpop imagines

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eddiernunson · 2 years ago

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Master List

Master List of everything I've written

I'm gonna be honest, I'm proud of Trapped, it's something I spent a year on, but I have written so much better since then, especially since I've been writing so much lately.

The higher quality written project is Really Drives Me Mad, something I'm even more proud of.

All content is 18+

Long Form Stories (All Reader x Eddie)

Trapped Master List (Completed)

Summary: Story summary: Reader has had a crush on Eddie Munson for about three years when her friends have had enough of her mooning and find a way for them to be alone together. They do get together, and smut, firsts, and shenanigans ensue. (18+ for the smut in each chapter)

Found Again (Sequel)

Summary: The year is 2005. Vecna is defeated, Steve Harrington is finding grey hairs. Eddie has already been dead for 19 years. Unfortunately, you have too. Since 1989. In a new life, new state, new friends, new school, you find yourself drawn to the new kid, and he to you. Something tells you it had to do with the dreams of a man with long hair when you were small.

Part 1 | Part 2

Really Drives Me Mad (Completed)

Summary: You've been dating Dylan Munson for a little bit, and it's going well, or at least you feel like it is. Despite everything right with Dylan you can't help but feel uneasy...then you meet Eddie Munson, his dad... and find yourself wet at the sight of him. (reader is in her 20s, Eddie probably in his 40s or so)

Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways To Torture Him (Completed)

Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your Adam and him, young and dumb. You;re home for the weekend, which so happens to be the same Weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum lip gloss for the in of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4/5 | Part 6

Blurbs

Face Riding Eddie

Cockwarming with Eddie

One Shots | 18+

Take My Anger | Mean Eddie

Summary: Eddie is pissed after a session from Hellfire and you offer for him to take his anger out on you.

The Taste of You | Rockstar!Eddie

Summary: after attending a successful and rather sweaty concert from Corroded Coffin, you send the front man a rather thirsty DM on his instagram. You wake up to his response...and an offer to go backstage to follow through.

The Splash of Rain on the Roof | Best friend!Eddie

Summary: you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

Nice to Meet You, Where You Been?

Summary: your college roommate takes you to the annual Harrington Halloween Party, where you expect to do nothing but get drunk and dance for a night. That was...until you turn around to the person dancing against you to Eddie fucking Munson.

"Do You Want One?" | Corruption Kink

Summary: your cousin shows you around Hawkins High for your first day, and is surprised to say the least when her sweet cousin hooks onto Eddie Munson. Just seeing him brings a swoop to your stomach you've never quite felt before, and become desperate for more of him

Selfish | Steddie x Reader

Summary: Reader is torn as she wants two people at once, and she figures it's impossible...in the sense that they would never want her. She is proven wrong after making an accidental audience with Eddie one night...

Waiting Room Problems

Summary: a rough landing in a fight with your brother causes you to land in a crowded waiting room. Meanwhile a rough deal also sends Eddie the same fate. Somehow, somehow you try to keep your eyes on your phone and off his tiny little waist. It proves... difficult.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | Best Friend!Eddie

Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back

#eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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umadosedepascal · 1 year ago

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W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

wc: 2.9k

rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]

a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!

Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.

You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.

When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.

That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.

Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.

Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...

You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..

Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.

You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.

DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.

You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..

You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣

You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.

After a couple hours you get a message

Pedro P: Mine or yours?

You: Inside me

Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.

You: Come to me Don Juan

Pedro P: haha 🤣

It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..

You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.

"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car

You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"

Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.

"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"

"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"

He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”

He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.

You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"

Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.

Pedro stops and looks at you,

"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"

Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.

"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"

The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.

Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.

"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.

You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.

While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.

Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.

He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.

Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.

Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.

You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.

You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.

“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.

Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.

Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.

"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.

You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.

"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.

"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"

You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.

"Gosh! You're going to kill me"

You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.

"Por favor…”

You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"

With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.

You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."

Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.

“..taste you Ma’am..."

Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.

He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"

"Stop?"

"No, no, keep going.." giggling.

This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.

He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.

"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"

You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.

"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"

Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.

"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.

"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.

Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.

Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.

"So fucking tight..ah”

He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.

"Please papi, fuck me…"

Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while

fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...

Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.

You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.

The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.

Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.

You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.

"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.

"Come, take a shower with me"

The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.

You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.

While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.

"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"

He smiles and holds your hand.

"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”

You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.

The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.

"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.

You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.

"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.

You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.

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ducktoo · 7 months ago

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

28. Burgandy

Note: a lot of terrible jokes will be in here. You have been warned.

Masterlist here

The night in Bangkok was warm and balmy, the city lights twinkling through the large windows of aespa’s hotel suite. After an electrifying concert, the group had finally made it back to their hotel room, exhausted but still riding the high of their performance.

Giselle was lying on the couch, scrolling through her phone with half-lidded eyes, clearly on the edge of sleep. Karina and Winter were still in their stage outfits, their energy somehow not completely drained after giving it their all on stage. Ningning was perched at the dining table, surrounded by a pile of snacks they’d bought earlier, happily munching away as if they hadn't just finished a full concert.

Meanwhile, Y/n was slouched in one of the armchairs, finally feeling the weight of the day hitting him. Between handling backstage logistics, checking on the equipment, and making sure the girls were all set for their performances, it had been a whirlwind. All he wanted now was to relax, maybe sneak a few moments of peace before crashing into bed.

Of course, his hopes for a quiet night were quickly dashed.

“Y/n-oppa!!” Ningning called out, tossing a pack of chips his way with a playful grin. “Don’t think you’re escaping tonight.”

He caught the chips (not looking btw), groaning. “What did I do this time?”

Winter shot him a mischievous look. “We’re bored. And you know what happens when we’re bored.”

“…Please no,” Y/n muttered, already sensing where this was going. He loved the girls, but their idea of ‘fun’ usually involved pulling him into some kind of shenanigans, and after a long day like this, he wasn’t sure he had the energy.

“For the love of God, please no…”

“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” Giselle asked, sitting up suddenly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Instagram live.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and he shook his head immediately. “Oh fck that sht, I’m not doing this.”

Karina laughed, nudging him playfully. “Come on, Y/n! The fans love when you join us. Plus, it’s tradition now.”

“We’ve dragged you into doing dumb stuff so far,” Ningning added with a grin. “Why break the streak now?”

“Because I value my peace and quiet,” Y/n said, leaning his head back against the chair in defeat. “Can’t you guys just enjoy a normal, quiet night like normal people?”

“We ain’t normal.” Winter smirked. “Plus, where’s the fun in that?”

Before Y/n could protest any further, Ningning was already starting the live stream, waving at the camera with her usual enthusiasm. “Hey, MYs! We’re here in our hotel room, relaxing before our next stop on the tour. And guess what? We’ve dragged our lovely manager into the live today!”

Winter leaned over, shooting Y/n a teasing glance. “He’s the one that keeps us from going completely wild, but today? Naaaahhh.”

Y/n chuckled nervously as the chat exploded with comments. They had barely been live for a minute, and the fans were already buzzing about Y/n's sudden appearance.

“Why is he so shy?!” Winter read aloud, laughing. “Come on, Y/n, say something to the MYs!”

He waved awkwardly at the camera. “Uh, hey. I’m just here to make sure they don’t burn the hotel down. Again.”

The girls burst out laughing, and Giselle leaned into the frame. “Hey, no one needs to know about the last fire incident.”

“We didn’t burn anything!” Ningning protested through giggles. “We just… almost did.”

As the chat filled with fans reacting to the banter, Karina, ever the master of stirring things up, raised an eyebrow. “Y/n, the fans want to know who your favourite member is. You’re live now, no dodging the question.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You guys really want to get me in trouble, don’t you?”

Ningning grinned mischievously. “Just tell them the truth.”

“Nah. I’m the favourite aespa member.” Y/n gave up. And it was the start of the chat raging in hype.

The comment starts from “let’s gooo!! Y/n the king!” To “Damn, even he gets infected by aespa’s weirdness.”

Soon after, the chat flooded with terrible puns. One fan wrote: “What’s aespa’s favorite snack? Aespa-ghetti!” Another: “Do aespa members use the My-way app?”

(Yes they r terrible and I own it)

Winter leaned over to show him the screen. “Look at this one: ‘How does Karina fix her mistakes? With aespa-logies.’”

Y/n groaned dramatically. “Oh, that’s so bad. So, so bad.”

Giselle patted him on the back. “Get used to it. Our fans have terrible humor, and we love them for it."

From the back, Ningning shouted with an epiphany. "OH! We have a good joke as well!"

"Oh right that one!" Giselle, seemingly knew the memo, shouted. And it seemed like the remaining girls knew as well, judging from their giggle. "MYs we have one for you guys."

"Which one?" Y/n was confused.

"Ok, ok." Karina started. "What is the colour of a hamburger?"

While Y/n stared blankly at the girls, trying to understand what is going on, the girls averted their eyes and tried their best to not burst out laughing.

"1,2" They counted in union. "Burgandy."

The aespa girls turned away embarrassed. Y/n's expression turned from shocked…to disgusted.

"…YOU GUYS SUCKS!" He pinched his nose, wishing that he could just run away from how obnoxious it was.

As the comments kept rolling in (and a moment of recovering for Y/n), Ningning suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh my God, listen to this one: ‘Why did the manager cross the road? To get to aespa’s concert on time.’”

Y/n chuckled despite himself, but he quickly fired back, “At least I’m on time for once.”

Karina leaned toward him, grinning. “We’ve been meaning to ask you about that. Ever since the Tokyo leg, you’ve been strangely… efficient. We were kinda hoping for more chaos.”

"Live report!" Giselle shouted. "Y/n's more efficient these days! What is your secret?" The camera zoomed into Y/n, strikingly similar to a news report.

Y/n shook his head, given up and smiling. “What can I say? I’ve learned from my past mistakes. No more accidental double-bookings. I’m too good now.”

As the live continued, the girls bantered with the fans, reading out comments and responding with their usual charm. They shared highlights from the concert, funny moments from backstage, and teased Y/n at every opportunity.

“Someone wants to know who Y/n’s favourite solo song is,” Ningning read aloud, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve been dodging this question for a while, mister.”

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. “Why do you always put me on the spot like this?” He turned to the screen. “Guys, they kept bugging me this question ever since the songs are done. Like, Why?”

“Because it’s fun,” Winter answered with a smirk. “Now tell us, who’s your favorite?”

The comments were filled with guesses, most fans assuming it would be Karina since he had previously chosen her solo song during rehearsals.

“I’m not answering this,” Y/n said, crossing his arms. “I refuse. I don’t want to trigger WW3”

“Oh, come on!” Karina whined, playfully nudging him. “You chose my song last time. Just admit it again.”

Winter leaned forward, grinning. “But you said my song was your favourite now, right? Tell the truth.”

Y/n groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re all impossible.”

Finally, with an exasperated sigh, he gave in. “Fine, Winter’s song is STILL my favourite now. There, I said it.”

Winter’s face lit up in triumph, while the other girls feigned outrage.

“Traitor!” Karina exclaimed, clutching her chest dramatically. “I can’t believe you switched sides.”

Ningning shook her head, laughing. “Minjeong-unnie dethroned the queen once again. This is big news.”

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in,” Karina said with a mock pout, though she was clearly enjoying the moment. “I’ll win him back with my next solo.”

As the live wound down, the girls said their goodbyes to the fans, promising more content and more fun in the future. Once the live ended, the room was filled with laughter, Y/n included.

“That was fun,” Winter said, stretching and yawning. “But now I’m exhausted.”

“You’re exhausted?” Y/n groaned.

“Me too,” Karina agreed, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. “Let’s call it a night.”

As the girls started heading to their rooms to get some well-deserved rest, Y/n pulled out his laptop, ready to wrap up a few last-minute travel details for the next stop.

Just as he started typing, Karina poked her head back into the room. “Hey, Y/n?”

“Hm?” he hummed, looking up.

“Thanks for putting up with us,” she said with a soft smile. “We know we can be a handful.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. “You guys aren’t that bad. Besides, I’ve gotten used to you lots.”

Karina grinned. “Well, don’t get too comfortable. There’s always more dumb stuff coming.”

“Oh no, please spare me, Your Highness” Y/n smiled to himself as she disappeared down the hallway. Chaos or not, he wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

The hotel suite in Singapore was buzzing with energy. Aespa had just wrapped up another concert, this time in front of a massive crowd that filled the stadium. Spirits were high, and despite their fatigue, the girls weren’t ready to wind down just yet. Singapore had been kind to them, and they wanted to savour every moment.

As the group sat around the dining table, Y/n was busy in the kitchenette, preparing a post-concert meal. It had somehow become a tradition over the last few stops for him to cook up something comforting after a show. The girls always loved it—whether it was ramen, fried rice, or whatever random ingredients he could scrounge up from room service and convenience store runs.

“Smells good, Y/n,” Winter called out from the table, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Y/n, who was stirring a pot of cheesy ramen on the stove, glanced over his shoulder with a mock scowl. “It better, or else you’re all ordering takeout.”

Karina, sitting with her feet propped up on a nearby chair, snickered. “I doubt you’ll let us starve, Y/n.”

“That’s right!” Ningning chimed in, grinning. “We’re your precious artists. You wouldn’t dare.”

"Nah, you guys more like the chirpy daughters, and I'm the tiring mom." Y/n chuckled

Giselle, who had been quietly setting up her phone, suddenly spoke up. “Guess what time it is, ladies?”

Karina immediately perked up, recognizing the tone in Giselle’s voice. “Oh no, we’re not doing it again, are we?”

“Oh yes, we are,” Giselle said with a sly grin, already tapping her phone. “Instagram live, baby.”

Y/n groaned audibly from the kitchen. “You shtting me. Didn’t we just do this in Bangkok?”

Ningning laughed, clapping her hands. “That was days ago! The MYs miss us already.”

“Correction, they miss our idiot,” Winter added with a smirk, pointing at Y/n.

“No way,” Y/n muttered, stirring the pot of ramen with more vigour than necessary. “I’m not getting dragged into another live.”

But it was too late. Giselle had already hit the start button, and the comments were flying in as soon as the live feed went up. The camera, aimed squarely at the table, caught all four girls in their post-concert glow, lounging around like they didn’t just perform for hours in front of thousands of people.

“Hi MYs!” Giselle greeted cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Guess what? We’re back, and we’ve got a special treat for you tonight.”

The camera panned to the kitchen, where Y/n stood at the stove, still trying to avoid being the centre of attention. The chat exploded with excitement, flooding the screen with hearts and laughing emojis.

“Y/n’s cooking again!” Karina teased, glancing at the camera with a mischievous grin. “Well, actually cooking.”

“He’s making cheesy ramen,” Winter added, sniffing the air. “It smells delicious.”

Y/n, realising there was no escaping it, turned around and waved half-heartedly at the camera. “Yeah, yeah. Ssup, MYs. Don’t get too excited. It’s just ramen.”

The comments were relentless, filled with fans asking him for recipes, wondering if he’d open a restaurant, or just teasing him about his newfound viral fame from the last few Instagram lives.

Ningning leaned forward, reading one of the comments aloud. “‘We want a cooking tutorial from Y/n!’ See, they love you, oppa.”

“I’m not giving cooking lessons,” Y/n replied, shaking his head. “I already taught them and they're a handful.”

Giselle, ever the instigator, zoomed in on the pot of ramen. “Come on, Y/n, show them what you’re working with. Give the people what they want.”

Y/n sighed, giving in. “Fine, but this isn’t a cooking show. It’s just ramen with cheese, people. Anyone can make this.”

He picked up the pot and held it up to the camera, showing off the gooey, cheesy noodles that had the girls practically drooling. The chat lit up with comments of approval, the fans clearly entertained by the whole scene.

“See? Chef Y/n at your service,” Karina said with a grin. “You’re spoiling us.”

Y/n set the pot back down and started dishing out bowls of ramen for the girls. “You know, I could just stop cooking, and you’d all have to fend for yourselves. I already taught you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Winter said, taking her bowl and grinning. “You’d miss us too much.”

The girls, now fully immersed in the live stream, started answering fan questions while enjoying their late-night snack. Meanwhile, Y/n continued to avoid the camera, focusing on cleaning up the small mess he had made while cooking.

“Okay, MYs,” Ningning said with a playful grin as she twirled some noodles around her chopsticks. “We’re going to do something fun. Let’s make Y/n answer some of your burning questions.”

Y/n, who had just finished washing a dish, froze. “No, no, no. I’m not doing this.”

“Oh, you are,” Karina said with a smirk. “The fans want answers.”

“Let’s see,” Giselle said, scrolling through the comments. “Someone asked if you’ve ever messed up a meal for us before.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that time. Not going into details but these girls kept bringing it up for no reason! They're mean!”

Karina gasped in mock offense. “Rude!”

As the Instagram live continued, the playful energy in the room remained strong. The girls had finished their ramen, lounging comfortably around the room, still buzzing with excitement from their concert in Bangkok. Y/n, who had somehow been dragged into their chaos, was doing his best to stay out of the spotlight.

That was, until Giselle spotted a question in the comments that made her grin mischievously.

“Oh, this is a good one,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Y/n, they want to know what your favourite anime is.”

Y/n, who had been enjoying the show from the sidelines, froze. He knew answering that question was going to stir up trouble, especially with the girls all being anime fans to varying degrees. He could already feel the debate brewing.

“Uh… do I have to answer that?” Y/n asked, glancing around, hoping for a lifeline from anyone in the room.

“Of course you do!” Winter exclaimed, leaning in with an eager grin. “You can’t escape this.”

“And you have to be completely honest,” Giselle added, pointing a chopstick in his direction like she was interrogating him.

Y/n sighed, knowing there was no way out. “Fine, fine. If I had to choose… I’d say ‘Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood’.”

(It’s a classic)

The chat erupted with excitement, and the girls all started talking at once.

“Oh, solid choice,” Giselle nodded, clearly approving. “A classic. Nice.”

Winter was quick to agree. “Fair, ‘Fullmetal’s awesome! The storyline, the characters—everything is great.”

However, Karina leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “Oh please, ’Fullmetal’? It’s so... expected.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me? Expected?”

Karina grinned and waved her hand dismissively. “I mean, yeah, it’s good, but it’s the safe choice. I’m disappointed in you, mister.”

“Oh, I’ve gotta hear this,” Y/n said, crossing his arms. “So, what’s your favorite anime then, Ms. Yoo?”

Without hesitation, Karina smirked and said, “‘Shin-chan’.”

The room went silent for a second as everyone stared at her, and then Y/n burst out laughing. “What the actual- really?”

Karina shook her head confidently. “Nope. It’s a masterpiece.”

Giselle, who had been sipping her water, choked a little. “You’re saying ‘Shin-chan’—the show where a five-year-old showing his peepee in every episode—is your favorite?”

Karina sat up straighter, completely serious. “It’s iconic. The humour, the way he interacts with the world—it’s genius. Not everything has to be deep and meaningful, you know.”

Winter snickered, nudging Y/n. “I think her taste in anime reflects her personality perfectly.”

“Oh, 100%,” Y/n replied, still grinning. “She’s definitely got that loser in a hot girl’s body energy.”

Ningning, who had been quietly following along, raised her hand timidly. “Wait… who’s Shin-chan? What are you guys talking about?”

The entire room turned to look at her, and Y/n blinked in disbelief. “You don’t know ‘Shin-chan’?”

“…am I suppose to?”

“BROOO!” Y/n groaned in agony, voicing the collective opinion of the chat. “I feel so old.”

Giselle started laughing. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Karina waved her phone in the air. “We’re fixing this right now. Ning-ah, you’re getting an education.”

Ningning groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ugh, not more anime stuff. You guys always do this to me!”

“Hey, this is important,” Winter said, still giggling. “Shin-chan is a cultural icon.”

Y/n shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t believe we’re having a serious discussion about ‘Shin-chan’.”

Karina pointed at him. “And that’s because you have no appreciation for the finer things in life, Y/n.”

Giselle rolled her eyes and turned back to the chat. “Alright, MYs, what’s your favourite anime? Let’s see if we can get some backup here.”

As the chat filled with answers, Y/n glanced at Winter, who was still smiling from the chaos. “I should’ve known better than to get involved in this.”

“Oh, come on, you love it,” Winter teased, giving him a playful nudge. “Besides, it’s fun watching you try to defend your mainstream picks.”

“Ya, you call FMA mainstream, but you’re obsessed with ‘Demon Slayer’,” Y/n shot back.

Winter shrugged. “Hey, ‘Demon Slayer’ is just objectively amazing. The animation, the music—it’s on another level.”

“I’ll give you that,” Y/n admitted. “But nothing beats the Elric brothers for me.”

As the conversation continued to spiral into more anime debates, Ningning was still trying to figure out what was happening, occasionally throwing in comments that had everyone laughing.

“Wait, so is Shin-chan a superhero or something?” Ningning asked, furrowing her brow.

Karina gasped dramatically. “Ningning, you poor soul. You have so much to learn.”

The girls burst into laughter, and the live chat was having the time of their lives, contributing their own anime recommendations and egging the group on.

After a few more minutes of banter, Giselle finally glanced at the clock. “Alright, MYs, we’ve been on here long enough. We should probably head to bed.”

“Yeah,” Winter agreed, stifling a yawn. “We’ve got another show tomorrow. Time to recharge.”

“Good night, MYs!” Ningning said, waving at the camera. “Thanks for hanging out with us!”

“And next time, we’ll introduce Ningning to the world of ‘Shin-chan’ properly,” Karina added with a wink.

The girls ended the live stream, and the room settled into a comfortable quiet as they started to clean up and prepare for bed.

Y/n, who had survived the chaos, stood up and stretched. “Well, that was fun. I feel like I just went through a tournament arc.”

Winter chuckled. “You held your own pretty well.”

Karina smirked. “But next time, you better have a more interesting answer than FMA.”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “I’m not changing my answer, Ms. Shin-chan over there.”

As the girls started to head to their rooms, Y/n lingered for a moment, cleaning up the remaining dishes. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Despite the constant teasing and the weird conversations, these moments were what made everything worthwhile.

Just before Winter left the room, she paused and looked back at Y/n. “Hey, next time we talk anime, you better be ready to defend your pick against ‘Demon Slayer’. Just saying.”

Y/n chuckled. “Too easy, Jeong.”

Winter grinned, giving him a playful salute before disappearing down the hallway.

As the quiet settled back into the hotel room, Y/n took a deep breath, feeling grateful for the camaraderie he shared with the girls. It didn’t matter if they were on stage or in a hotel room having weird conversations with fans—this was his family.

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minzart · 9 months ago

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I can't be the only one who grew up loving these "backstage adventures" kinda shows were the fun part was not the "main atraction" but the shenanigans that happened before/during it COMON

#house of mouse #hello kitty furry tale theater #cartoons #00's cartoon #house of mouse 2001 #80's cartoons #hello kitty furry tale theater 1987 #hello kitty as the advantage of adapting the tales they tell. like... dracula stealing milk instead of yknow. drinking blood.#meanwhile i loved skipping the cartoons in house of mouse just to see what would happen in the plot #i have to find my cds of these i miss seeing them

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nerdanel01 · 5 months ago

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Emmrook at the Opera

In honor of Sylvia confirming Emmrich’s occasionally into a “bold Orlesian opera” (one of the most exciting things to ever happen to me), I wanted to put together this little post on resources for anyone who might be curious about the genre, or want to incorporate it into their fic writing.

It’s going to be a little USA-heavy because I do, unfortunately, live in the land of hamburgers and assault rifles, but the silver lining is that I also live in the country that created this:

The Metropolitan Opera House in NYC has to be one of the largest opera houses in the world, at least partially because of the fact that it was built much more recently than many of the old ones. When it’s full, it fits over four thousand people in it. I once took a tour of the backstage with one of my best friends who told me, partially in jest, “Wow, I’ve never seen you look at your boyfriend the way you’re looking at this building.” I broke up with that boyfriend like a year later, but the Met is my love for life. I love the red velvet on the walls and the seats. I love the giant Marc Chagall paintings. I love the sputnik chandelier. I love the peeling gilt gold on the ceilings, which I often have a perfect view of from my seats in the nosebleeds. The Met is my boo.

Onto the resources!

If you just want to watch a movie that FEATURES opera but is not specifically an opera:

Moonstruck - Cher tries to invite her fiance’s brother (Nicholas Cage) to her wedding. Can you imagine what happens to Cher and Nicholas Cage next. Features the both of them on a date at the Met Opera (my beloved!) and excerpts from La Boheme. One of my all time fave movies, I identify deeply with Cher’s grandfather in the film.

Falling for Figaro is a pretty cute romcom about a finance chick who quits her job to pursue her dream of becoming a soprano.

And listen like the singing in Phantom of the Opera (2004) is. Not great. (I’m sorry Gerard Butler, I loved you when I was twelve.) But the opening sequence of the rolling camera pulls through the opera house as the overture plays will haunt me for the rest of my life.

If you’ve never seen an opera before, and want to watch one (either online or in person), I recommend starting with one of these:

La Boheme - One of the most popular operas, period. Also, it’s literally RENT. Beat for beat, from ‘will you light my candle’ to ‘la vie boheme,’ it’s RENT, just sung in Italian and set in Paris. (Spoilers, the ending in the opera is more tragic.)

L’Elisir D’Amore - If you like Agnes and Emmrich because you enjoy watching two idiots who are obviously in love with each other pine for each other, this is a good one. Very sweet. One of my faves.

The Barber of Seville - I think this one is very approachable if you think of it as a comic version of Sweeney Todd, if Sweeney had no tragic backstory and Jamie was a young noble. It’s a romance, shenanigans are had, and Largo al Factotum is one of the biggest bops of all time.

My personal favorites also include Akhaten, La Fille Du Regiment, Le Nozze di Figaro, and Turandot, but your mileage may vary with these—Akhnaten is very contemporary, productions of Turandot sometimes feature some pretty heckin’ yikes orientalism.

If you want to listen to opera music:

WQXR is NYC’s Classical Music Station. In addition to their regular classical music stream (which is also very good) they have a separate stream of just opera music called Operavore. (I also love New Sounds, but the streams vary wildly and its definitely an acquired taste.)

The Met broadcasts a series of live Sunday radio transmissions every year starting in the spring, available online and also via WQXR.

The Chicago Lyric Opera has a bunch of their live streams archived online.

I have also made a playlist where I’ll be adding all the songs featured in my Emmrook fics. :)

If you want to watch an opera stream online:

OperaVision

There’s this incredible list from OperaWire

But there’s also this site, where you can find pretty much anything

The Met also has it’s own paid streaming service, which is SPENSIVE on the subscription model, but if there’s something you really want to see and can’t find elsewhere, they allow you to rent single titles for $4.99 each.

I do strongly recommend, if you have any interest at all and have the opportunity, to go see an opera in person. For me it makes such a difference to be there in person, and it’s not as expensive as you might think! Plus, since opera is a dying art and opera houses are desperate for new audiences (at least, in America) there are usually a number of discounted ticket programs. (Again, the list below is super USA centric, I’m so sorry—and of those below, I’ve only been to the Met myself.)

The Metropolitan Opera is the biggest opera company in the US in terms of literally the number of operas they put on a year. Other than a brief break in February, the opera is pretty much in session 5 nights a week, from October through the end of May.

Family Circle. I love the family circle. I’ve spent so much time in the Family Circle. The acoustics ARE genuinely better up here than they are in other parts of the house, and depending on the opera, tickets in the Family Circle typically go between $26-45 dollars each.

Rush Tickets are available every day online—these are usually seats in the orchestra. I can’t remember exactly but I think these are always $25.

If you’re feeling ~opulent and looking for a very special date night, the Met also runs a program called Fridays Under 40. It’s a special priced Orchestra ticket for people under 40. Many of the dates also include little parties where they usually have photo booths, charcuterie, etc., and opportunities to meet some of the cast.

The Detroit Opera offers student rush tickets, although it looks like you have to be at the box office in person to get them.

The Chicago Lyric Opera has discounts for students and 50% off rush tickets.

The San Francisco Opera has a great offer for first-time opera attendees who live in the Bay Area - $20 for two great seats

The L.A. Opera also offers student rush discount tickets, and $30 tickets for attendees under 30 years of age.

I am not aware of any discounts for the Santa Fe Opera but it looks so cool and it’s on my bucket list to go one day <3

Dallas Opera offers student discounts and discounts for attendees 21-45 (although it looks like they’re aksing for a membership fee for the 21-45 program—boooo Dallas Opera)

Not super clear on the specifics, but Houston Grand Opera also offers some kind of Under 40 discount on select performances

Opera Philadelphia, which recently appointed my all-time-favorite opera singer Anthony Roth Constanzo as their director, offers $10 rush tickets and student discounts

Tips for your first time at the opera, if you do go:

A thing I did not know before I started going to the opera is that even though they are sung in foreign languages, there are almost always subtitles. At the Met, these are transmitted to the chair back in front of you and available in a variety of other languages. Other houses often project the titles above or at the side of the stage.

If you don’t want to read and listen at the same time, synopses are almost always available in your program or ahead of time.

The food and drink is expensive and almost always not worth it. When I go to the Met with my friends, I regularly bring in alcohol minis as well as little cheese/meat/fruit plates in tupperware in my purse. We eat these outside the theater at intermission. No one has every batted an eye at me. (Mileage may vary at other theaters.)

I know opera has a Reputation, and I definitely was a little worried at first that I would look out of place and people would be snide to me. I have never found this to be the case. The only reason someone will be an asshole to you is if you have your phone out or are talking during the performance—don’t do that. Keep it in your pocket until intermission and silence your notifications.

Crawl into my dms to talk to me about opera at any time, I will happily yap your ear off

#i told you i would be insufferable #emmrich volkarin

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Wrestlemania Predictions

Ok now smackdown is done I'm doing final predictions before mania tomorrow :) i have no doubt 90% of this will be wrong.

Jey Uso vs Gunther

Really hoping this match has some blood, cos if Gunther doesn’t try to do the same to Jey as he did to Jimmy, that’d be stupid. I feel like Jey is defo gonna win this, maybe due to Gunther being too busy showboating instead of focusing on the match. Cos he’s been real keen on mocking Jey recently. Possible a Jimmy return too, but I hope he doesn’t get too involved, cos Jey needs to win this clean if he’s gonna be taken seriously as new champ, cos a lot of people are doubting him. I still want Gunther to win though, just cos he’s my dude and I will support all his rights and wrongs.

Preditction: Jey Uso Who I Want: Gunther

War Raiders vs New Day

I don’t have as much in the way of theories for this one. I think New Day need the win cos so far all they do is whine and not much else. They need a win for some credibility and I’d like to see their first heel title run. The only way I can see them losing rn in a way that would be interesting is if Big E came back and did some shenanigans to cost them the match. And as great as it would be, I don’t think it’s gonna happen.

Prediction: New Day Who I Want: New Day

Rey Mysterio vs El Grande Americano

This whole schtick has had some funny moments, I’ll admit, but I don’t see this going beyond mania, especially with the controversy behind it. I just don’t think it’s worth it. I think Rey’s winning and gonna unmask him and that’ll be it. Although it would be kinda funny if on the raw after mania, Gable and Americano come out and stand next to each other and are two different people, or if when the mask comes off in ring it isn’t Gable. But I don’t think that’s gonna happen tbh. Just end it at mania and we can all move on with our lives.

Prediction: Rey Mysterio Who I Want: Rey Mysterio

Jade Cargill vs Naomi

Honestly I have no idea. I think Jade could do with a win since coming back but Naomi also could do with the credibility as a heel. It could go either way in my mind. But I do think Jade has a better chance for her to get some revenge. But still, I feel like it could defo go either way.

Prediction: Jade Cargill Who I Want: Jade Cargill

LA Knight vs Jacob Fatu

Hoping they’re finally gonna pull the trigger on Fatu as a solo act, cos his stuff’s been really cool so far. I also feel like Knight doesn’t really need the title and could probably move on to fighting for a world title instead. So YEAH.

Prediction: Jacob Fatu Who I Want: Jacob Fatu

Tiffany Stratton vs Charlotte Flair

Very excited for this one considering all the supposed backstage drama with it. I hope they kill each other. I also hope WWE have realised from the rampant booing of Charlotte that she does not need another title and that it is in fact Tiffy Time.

Prediction: Tiffany Stratton Who I Want: Tiffany Stratton

Roman Reigns vs CM Punk vs Seth Rollins

Oh god this is gonna be messy and I have a LOT of thoughts. Tbh I’m not really sure how this one will go. Part of me thinks Punk might get the win on account of the fact that it’s his first mania main event. Another part of me says Seth’s gonna win via Paul Heyman shenanigans even though he said he had no intention of getting the favour he claimed to be owed from Heyman. I definitely feel like this is gonna be the start of some new feud or extending this one in some way. I've wondered if Heyman might wind up with Seth and Roman & Punk try to save him, but that might be a bit too campy. The most likely thing in my mind, is that Roman and Seth try to work together to beat Punk, but Punk beats them, as he's done so many times before. And this sets up some feud with Roman and Seth, since their old SHIELD bullshit is still getting in the way of their lives, and they need to just put it to bed. I really hope this happens, cos I want Punk to be rid of shield related storylines and people whinging about him leaving over a decade ago because he had a staph infection and got fired. I just wanna move on and get feuds with Gunther or Cena or just about anyone else. But if this really is the end and all three just go their seperate ways afterwards, then I have no idea what will happen. I expect we'll be getting Roman Reigns vs CM Punk at some point down the line, but not sure how this match will lead to it, if it does (I'm writing this past 4am so maybe I'll get a better idea when I've slept). Also I feel like out of everyone, Heyman is the only outright face in this story. So I'm sort of judging everyone on how they treat him. Seth has been nothing but a bitch the Heyman, and out of the lot, I'm getting the most sinister vibes from him. Like he's so obsessed with removing the man he deems a cancer (Punk) that he doesn't realise he's becoming a cancer himself. Reigns is a bit muddy because he isn't outright evil, but him getting quite angry at Heyman is a red flag. And of course with Punk, they had the whole battered wife thing with Heyman and Punk coming to Heyman's aid (even if it was unsuccessful) on two occasions. So I'd say in this feud, Punk is the closest thing to a face, and Seth to a heel. But I'm sure people on here could argue about that till the cows come home. Because obviously none of them are really a face or a heel, which is why this is so hard to determine. They're all pretty grey in this so it's hard to say for certian, but yeah, for now I'll say Punk, just cos I'm hoping he will feud with someone else next, and he's closest to being a face out of the lot.

Prediction: CM Punk Who I Want: CM Punk

Iyo Sky vs Bianca Belair be Rhea Ripley

I'll be honest, this feels kinda obvious to me. I'm betting Iyo wins. They've been disrespecting her SO MUCH I just feel like at this point, she needs the win to remind them who's boss. I think maybe Rhea and Bianca will be too busy spatting, and Iyo will take advantage, just how she did when she won the title in the first place. She's gonna fight to be taken more seriously as a champion and I'm here for it.

Prediction: Iyo Sky Who I Want: Iyo Sky

Liv Morgan & Raquel Rodriguez vs Bayley & Lyra Valkyria

I dunno. All the talk about "they're not even a real tag team" from Liv is making me think that Bayley and Lyra will win with the power of friendship. It's hard to say, to be honest, since this match was decided so late and had very little build. But here we are. Still hoping for Liv and Raquel to win, cos I love those little shits.

Preditction: Bayley & Lyra Valkyria Who I Want: Liv Morgan & Raquel Rodriguez

AJ Styles vs Logan Paul

Ok, as is tradition, I'll probably go for a piss or get something to eat since LP is gonna be on my screen. Can't stand him. But I also have a gut feeling he's gonna win. Dunno why. Tbh I don't really know anything about this feud cos it's another that hasn't had much going on, and when I is on screen, I either busy myself with something else, or marvel at how much the crowd is booing. I'll be honest, I don't actually know at this point what this feud is even about. But I have a scray feeling LP is gonna win because of course he will (I'm probably just being paranoid). But I really don't want him to.

Prediction: Logan Paul Who I Want: AJ Styles

Bron Breakker vs Penta vs Finn Bálor vs Dominik Mysterio

I think this match should be called "The Destruction Of The Judgement Day". Cos Liv and Raquel are always off doing their own thing now. Carlito is just a side character anyway. JD is gone. Finn and Dom have been getting pissy. I feel like Dom is on the rise right now, and is gonne win this. Finn might be happy that judgement day won, but I think he's gonna be more pissed about him not winning. Judgement Day is definitely on it's last legs, and I feel like the story with Dom and Finn is the only thing holding it together now. So I'm betting shenanigans will happen, and Finn and Dom will start feuding, and the Judgement Day will be no more. As for who I want, even though I don't think either will get it at all, I'll be rooting for Penta because I just really fucking like him, and also Bron mostly because of the parody of Steiner Math that he did on the kickoff show today. I'm just really fucking with that guy right now. Also his spear and his speed are always peak. But I'm happy with a Dom win because that makes a lot more sense story-wise, anyway.

Prediction: Dominik Mysterio Who I Want: Penta/Bron Breakker

Damian Priest vs Drew McIntyre

I'm really not so sure who's gonna win this one. All I know is I want Drew to win, because that's my fucking guy. I think the crowd is definitely behind him, and part of me is wondering if he may end up turning face again, but being the Little-Shit™ type of face. I think he deserves his revenge against Damian. But at the same time, I feel like Damian's gonna win to get his necklace back. So unless this is gonna be the start of a multi-match feud, then I think Damian's gonna be winning this one :(

Prediction: Damian Priest Who I Want: Drew McIntyre

Cody Rhodes vs John Cena

Ok, and now the big one. I will always be a Cena fan. I've been watching WWE since '06, and been properly invested since '09. So Cena was always a childhood hit. I want him to win his 17th title. I'm really not too precious about Cody or his championship reign. And tbh, after all the fuss of him winning it, it needed to be something big to lose it, and this would definitely work. Also, usually the heel regularly gets one over on the face in a feud, to make them more of a threat for the actual match. And yet Cody has repeatedly overpowered Cena with ease. He quite famously has to do a crossrhodes multiple times to get anyone to stay down. And yet TWICE a single crossrhodes has killed Cena. So now Cena's looking almost like an underdog. I feel there's gonna be some shenanigans in the match on the day. Probably involving the Rock. But I think story-wise it also makes sense for Cena to win, because you can then do the whole thing of everyone trying to win the title back so he can't retire with it at the end of the year. Like a big countdown timer. Also I can't help but notice the parallels to CM Punk. Cena winning this title and retiring with it feels a lot like MITB 2011. But also, the idea of him winning the belt and there being a countdown to him leaving and people trying to win it back so it stays in the company, also feels a lot like the Summer of Punk. It's making me feel like there could be a Punk feud coming up after this. Maybe not immediately, but soon (maybe MITB?). So yeah, I just feel like having Cena win would give more options for storylines for the rest of his retirement tour.

Prediction: John Cena Who I Want: John Cena

So there we go. Chances are 99% of this could be wrong. And as it always happens when I post any pre-PLE predictions, someone will comment about something I completely forgot about that ends up making me change my mind. But for now, I'm gonna leave it at that. Otherwise I'll be theorising all night. And I wanna watch HOF and just go to bed right now. So yeah :)

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B, G, K, R, S, Y For the alphabet!

I absolutely love your head canons for buggy!!! 💗

Sorry if this is a lot!

Ahhh, thank you!! Sorry for the delay with these! I had Too Much Fun writing them out! (NSFW Alphabet here)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Buggy himself, he’s most apt to admit that he likes his hands. They’re the hands of a pirate and a performer. Calloused and agile. Plus he has a thing for nail care and finds it soothing to apply a layer of lacquer in whatever color he’s feeling at the moment. The pop of color really stands out when his hand is wrapped around a thick cock. Or digging into a dripping hole. Fuck, and seeing how many fingers he can fit? Yup, definitely a favorite of his. For his partner, it’s their smile. Aw, sweet. Of course he loves to make them laugh. To see their joy radiate up to their eyes. Even the sad, somber smile they offer the clown in his moments of vulnerability brings him a bit of peace. But there are two specific smiles that knock Buggy head over hills. That pump blood to his cock and leave him feral. First, is the soft breathy smile that slips out when his partner is on top. When his partner pauses to let Buggy’s dick nestle into place, they let out the most dreamy sigh and smile. And Buggy is in heaven. The second smile is when their face is coated in cum. Pearls clinging to their eyelashes, dripping down their cheeks, mixing with the spit on their outstretched tongue. The moment they risk getting jizz in their eyes, just to look up at Buggy and smile gratefully, all he wants to do is paint them again.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Buggy the Clown is a goofy fucker. He never stops talking. He always has shit to say. At first, it was a defense mechanism. All the humor and shenanigans kept the real feelings away. How could things get serious if he treated everything like a joke? If people saw a clown, then he’d give them a clown. “Lick it like a candy apple.” “Fuck, you could swallow swords in my show with a throat like that.” “C’mon, I wanna see you juggle these balls in your mouth.” (“I may not be a lion tamer, but I am pussy tamer.”) It dies down over time, but never goes away entirely. Buggy will never pass up an opportunity to invite his partner to the circus tent in his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mirror sex results in the best performances. Buggy rarely feels more like a star than when he’s watching his own lewd faces in the mirror while getting fucked. And Buggy is more than happy to take a backstage position when his partner is in the spotlight. Watching himself disappear into his partner, telling them to keep their eyes open, to move so he has a better view of the show - it strokes his ego hard and fast. But back to Buggy bent over in front of the mirror and drooling. There was one time his partner pushed the clown’s face against the cold silver and said to give himself a little kiss. What. The. Fuck. Licking and kissing the mirror and getting it dirty with spit and tears gave Buggy the most mind-blanking orgasm he’s ever had. In that moment, which stretched into eternity, he was a filthy fuck doll and more than okay with it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but hear me out. Buggy’s interest in experimenting is driven by his image. Pirates swap stories and Buggy has all the best stories. Of course he does, he’s the greatest. And he’s done soooo many things. Really! Getting his dick sucked in a crowded restaurant - check. Stealing a chick from her boyfriend and fucking her in the bar bathroom - check. Then getting a blowjob from the boyfriend - check. Believe it or not, they all had a threesome afterwards and it lasted for days. Look, he still has the rope marks to prove it. Did that all happen? Abso-fucking-lutely. Really? Well…yeah. Sorta. Maybe some of it happened after the told the story. Buggy is a big believer in turning lies into truth. So yeah, Buggy will take risks to live in the reality he creates over stale beer. But he’s also down to experiment so he has more shit to talk about and prove he’s the best.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If he could, Buggy would go until he passes out. How long that takes depends on how stressed he is, if he actually did any work during the day, how much he’s had to drink, and how good of a dicking it is. But this guy will hump and grind until he’s teary and whining. Until his balls are so empty that there’s almost nothing left to release except a few pathetic drops of mostly-clear liquid. Hands grabbing at the sheets and his partner, practically begging for more while his pretty eyes can’t stay open for more than a second. No, no, no, no, no, he swears he can keep going. Please, please don’t stop.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

There are ups and downs, but let’s talk about the ups. There are times when Buggy is revved and ready to go at a moment’s notice. His pupils dilate and his pants get tight when his partner is near. Any chance he gets, Buggy is whispering (loudly) in their ear about finding somewhere more secluded. If they do slink away, it’s a quickie that’s composed of a handful of sloppy thrusts and the pirate is satiated for all of a few minutes before he’s groping their ass again. It’s a problem, really. For everyone with eyes and ears.

#buggy alphabet #buggy smut #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy headcanons

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See what your girlfriend is up to in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Jealousy, dirty talk, exhibitionism, groping, biting, possessive sex, praise, cheating, little bit of somno

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 79 of ?): Monday Night Mami

With every passing day, the monster within her grew more and more restless.

You should be fighting, it growled.

Show her what happens when she tries to get near what’s yours.

Rhea did everything she could to drown it out: training until she exhausted herself, fucking Dom until she exhausted him, extra-loud death metal - but the monster never slept. As soon as Tuesday rolled around, she was going to beat Jacy Jayne within an inch of her life.

Rhea shook her dark tresses, trying to stay level-headed and in the present. She was currently backstage at RAW - uncharacteristically alone, as she had encouraged Dom to join the rest of the Judgment Day for post-show drinks and other shenanigans. Rhea would still have about a day’s wait before she could get a match against Jacy - the perfect outlet for her mixed feelings regarding her girlfriend having slept with another woman - but the moment the door in front of her opened, she knew the figure walking toward her would be the perfect distraction in the meantime.

“Cathy Kelley,” Rhea smirked, pushing off from the wall she had been leaning on and eyeing the way the brunette’s outfit hugged her curves, “Is there anything you don’t look tempting in?”

“Ms. Ripley-“ Cathy began, before the raven-haired woman closed the space between them.

“No need to be so formal,” Rhea insisted, a finger gently but firmly pressing against Cathy’s lips as she continued in a whisper, “You can call me Mami.”

Cathy’s body language changed from flustered to coquettish as soon as she heard the seriousness in those words.

“What can I, uh,” Cathy batted her eyelashes as her hand alighted on Rhea’s shoulder, looking directly into the other woman’s hungry gaze, “What can I do for you?”

Rhea’s grin widened, the monster within her scratching at the surface as she moved her hands to Cathy’s waist.

“So glad you asked.”

Rhea hadn’t taken her eyes or hands off Cathy since the brunette had offered to pay for a ride so the both of them could retire to the privacy of Cathy’s hotel room. Rhea had to give their driver credit for remaining perfectly safe and respectful, despite the fact that she was sure he’d heard every single one of Cathy’s attempts at muffling the sounds she made as Rhea shamelessly groped and fondled her. Rhea’s lips found Cathy’s mouth as often as they did her neck, whispering dirty promises and depraved compliments in her ear between bites and kisses.

Rhea slid some extra cash across the center console to the driver as a tip when he dropped them off at the hotel.

“Thanks, mate,” she said before getting out, closing the car door, and putting a rough, possessive arm around Cathy.

The moment the two of them were alone in the elevator, Rhea’s hand dipped down between Cathy’s legs as she kissed her roughly. The desperate whine that escaped Cathy’s lips when those strong fingertips brushed against her panties was all the invitation Rhea needed to push her underwear to the side before sliding in one finger, then two. The whimpers coming from the woman she held made Rhea smirk as she expertly pumped her fingers in and out of that clenching wetness.

“Mami,” Cathy moaned, gripping the shirt of the woman inside of her, intoxicated by her touch, “Yes! Yes-!”

Rhea muffled the sounds that threatened to give them away with a kiss, her conquest writhing against her as she came. Cathy whispered “oh wow” and Rhea brought her fingers to her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue as the elevator gave a pleasant “ding,” announcing it had arrived at their floor.

“Are you always so vocal during your “private interviews”?” Rhea teased, putting her arm around the flushed woman when she noticed her stumble.

“Honest answer?” Cathy asked, pointing to the door of her room as she giggled.

“Unless you want to be punished,” Rhea teased, steering the brunette in the right direction.

“No one has ever made me feel this good before,” Cathy admitted, looking through her purse for her keycard to avoid eye contact, “That was the first time I… came with someone else.”

Rhea couldn’t stop her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise, regaining her composure quickly as she took the card from Cathy’s fidgeting hands, the two of them standing at the door to her room.

“I’ll make sure it won’t be the last,” Rhea promised, unlocking and opening the door before gesturing for Cathy to enter first, “Just let Mami make you feel good, darling.”

Cathy’s sense of balance seemed to be returning as she put a bit of extra swing in her hips, knowing she was being watched. As soon as Rhea closed the door behind them, her hands and mouth gravitated back to the other woman’s body.

“You don’t need those clothes,” she growled against Cathy’s skin, pawing at the cloth that separated her from the tender, waiting flesh underneath.

Cathy stripped down to her bra and underwear as Rhea kicked off her shoes and shirt, stopping at the sight of her conquest half-naked and mesmerized by Rhea’s tattoos. Instinct took over, the stronger woman hoisting the other over her shoulder, moving over to the bed, and dropping her down onto the mattress.

Cathy squealed with delight as she was moved about like a rag doll, giggles turning to moans as Rhea removed the rest of both their clothes, groping Cathy as she did so.

“Bet you’re so fucking tasty,” Rhea purred, trailing bites and kisses all the way down to the whimpering woman’s thighs before taking her in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue against the throbbing wetness, hands creeping up to Cathy’s chest, Rhea felt the sweet sensation of someone submitting to her power and craved more.

“Looks like Mami’s always right,” she commented, running her tongue ring against Cathy’s clit a few more times before standing up.

Rhea moved the breathless woman underneath her, spreading Cathy’s legs as she did her own until their cunts kissed. She admired the view this position afforded her for a moment before grinding against the submissive woman entirely for her own pleasure. Cathy seemed to be having the time of her life regardless, eyes rolling back as she came with a shudder.

“Mami!” she moaned over and over, the pauses in her sounds of pleasure accompanying the tensing of her body and the growing slickness between them. Rhea had lost count of how many times she’d made her come by the time she was approaching her own orgasm.

“Oh get ready, baby,” Rhea moaned, tightening her grip on Cathy’s thighs, “Mami’s going to come all over your sweet fucking cunt.”

True to her word, Rhea let wave after wave rock her body, eyes closed as she focused on how amazing every movement felt. The wet sounds that accompanied her release told her she was dripping down into the other woman, the monster within her humming with satisfaction at the thought of claiming another so fully.

“Fuck,” Rhea sighed, smiling as she collapsed on the bed next to Cathy, “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Better,” she insisted, cuddling up to Rhea sleepily.

“Good girl.”

The incessant buzzing of her phone woke Rhea in the darkness. Grumbling to herself, she threw off the blanket and followed the sound.

Dom was calling.

What time was it?

When her eyes moved to the bed, Rhea smirked at the sight of Cathy’s naked, sleeping form tangled in the bedsheets.

I must’ve really tired her out, she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The second the door closed, Rhea answered just before the call could go to voicemail.

“Dom, I thought-“ she said, stopping the second she heard a series of shuffling noises on the other end.

Really? A butt-dial? Rhea sighed, massaging her temples as she imagined a drunk Dominik Mysterio adjusting the purple bandana in his pocket and accidentally tapping his screen.

Then, just when she was about to pull the phone away from her ear and hang up, the sounds changed.

“Fuck.”

It was Dom. Moaning.

“Mmm, JD, please-“

Rhea’s phone dropped, her hand trembling in rage. The moment it hit the bathroom floor, the screen cracked, but the light from it still shone and the sounds on the other end of the line were still audible.

“-keep bein’ a good lad and I’ll-“

Rhea leaned down and viciously tapped the screen to end the call before she could hear more.

But it was too late.

The monster had awoken once more, and she needed an outlet.

Kicking her phone across the tile, Rhea threw open the door and prowled toward the bed.

“Cathy,” she called in a singsong tone, watching the woman twitch in her sleep.

Rhea pulled the blanket down and crawled on top of Cathy, kissing, licking, and biting at her neck until she was moaning, eyes fluttering open as she gripped the sheets.

“Wake up, you dirty girl,” Rhea growled in her ear, “Mami wants to play.”

[end part seventy-nine of ?]

Part 80: “Last Call”

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