#yes my car is fuckable okay

[yarafic]

Imagine: beer pong with Klaus

You look at yourself in the mirror and sighed, oh how much you hate school dances but you had no choice. Your best friend , Caroline was the reason why you were going, if it was for her you'll be sitting at home and watching Bones. Wondering who was the murderer but sadly you have to go to that stupid dance.

A ring was heard, you quickly went into your room to fetch the phone and see who is it. It was a text from Damon, you had a sick feeling that Damon was going to ask you for a favor.

(Third p.o.v )

She huffed and toss her phone on the bed then goes back to the bathroom she fixes her make up then grabs her keys from her desktop. She heads off to the school, as she arrived to the parking lot she heard a screaming of annoyance. She quickly dashes to where the screaming was coming from. When she got inside the gym, she sighed in relief.

"Caroline! What's wrong?" She said as she reaches to the gym. A smile began to appear on her face but she had to cover it up and be a good friend.

"Oh! No! The gym is ruined and all the hard work we did." She said trying to sound convincing. Caroline looked at her and gave her a glare, then reply "Who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know. But what are we going to do."

"We can have it at my house. My mother won't mind." Someone suggested

Both of the girls turn around to notice it was Tyler, Caroline smiles and says" Really! "

"Yes"he assures her, a bunch of squeals slip out of mouth and Y/n huffed out of annoyance. She thought she could get away and not go.

"Okay! I'll see you at his. I need to do some touch ups." Caroline said and waves good bye.

Y/n turns to Tyler and punches him on his shoulder then murmurs "Good job! Dimwit, now I have to go."

_______

Y/n parks her car in front of the Lockwood Mansion, she was amazed on how Tyler could fix up a party in seconds. She walks to the door, the door opens up immediately to see the mighty Klaus standing with that annoying smirk of his.

"Lovely seeing you here." He shows his signature smirk.

Y/n rolls her eyes and retorts "I wish I could say the same." She walks pass him.

"Come on, love. Don't be mean."

She ignores him and walks to where everyone is, she notice Damon was giving off instructions to everyone. He turn to look at you and said "you go distract Klaus."

"Why do I have to distract Klaus?" She asked.

"Because you look fuckable and he has a thing for you." Damon said

She huffed in annoyance and hears the rest of the plan.

______

Y/n goes to the bathroom to do some touch ups on her makeup and fix her hair to look presentable. She walks out of the bathroom, began her search for Klaus. She notices him playing beer pong with his hybrids. As she has her phone on hand, she felt a vibration; she picked it up and saw there was a text from Damon. He was telling her not to fuck up his plan. Y/n made a face of annoyance and turn off her phone. She walk towards where Klaus is at, one of the waiters that was walking around handing people glass of wine or any other   alcoholic beverages. She picks one up from the trays and swirls the liquid around the cup. She brings the rim of the cup to her lips and takes a sip, while she sees at Klaus. As he felt her eyes piercing his skull, he looks up and give her a smile. He makes a gesture for her to join him, Y/N shakes her head no and gives a small wave. As she was about to leave, Klaus takes a hold of her wrist and pulls her towards him. He leans closely to her and whispers" Lets play."

"I have to tell you, Sir. I do not know how to play."

"I can teach you. Do not worry."

Y/n mouths an okay and walk towards the pong table, she places her hand on the edges of the table. Klaus turns to her and explains how the game goes. She gave him a nod and says excitedly  "Let's make this game interesting."

Klaus raised a brow and replied "How?"

She gave a soft smile and tells him"The loser has to be the slave for the winner, form at least two months."

Klaus had a shock expression but quickly smirk, then gave his famous smirk.

"Alright, love. Let's begin shall we."

_____

As both of you throw the plastic ball into the cups, it was a draw. A tie, but there has to be a tiebreaker to end this game. Therefore, the loser could pay the price.

"Last round, love." Klaus announced excited.

Y/n scoffed and brush her bangs away from her face, "Aww, do not worry nikkiepoo. I am going to win."

"As they say may the odds be at your favor."

As she aim the ball to go inside the cup, sadly, the ball did not went in. She cursed and slammed her hands on the table, while Klaus smiled. He knew that he won, even though he aim the ball to her cup and successfully made it in. He walks up to Y/n with a big smile on his face and says,"Well, loser. As my personal slave, I order you go on a date with me."

[fayes-fics]

Valuable Opinion

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Benedict’s opinion on festive lingerie is revelatory.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, minor d/s tones, cunnilingus, mention of vaginal sex, flirting, lingerie.

Word Count: 2.2k sorry I can’t do drabbles it appears

Smutmas Theme: Lingerie

Dialogue Prompt: “I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but do I look fuckable?”

Authors Note: Day 1 Contribution to 12 Days Of Bridgerton Smutmas hosted by @hallownightsblog. I used this gif even though it’s regency not modern cos 1) Benedict on a sofa 2) that eyebrow twitch. The fleeting mention of car sex in this could probably be a fic in itself tbh, but that’s for another time lol. Enjoy <3

“Okay. I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but do I look fuckable in this?” You screw your eyes shut, embarrassed the words have even left your mouth. You hold your robe open towards the man sitting on your sofa.

In desperation, and with your flatmate Kate still not home yet, you turn to the only other person around before your date, Kate’s boyfriend’s gay brother, who came over to help her with something Christmas-related.

Benedict splutters into his drink.

“Fucking hell, give a guy some warning,” he mutters heavily, and when you peel your eyes open again, he is looking down, shaking his sleeve, attempting to remove some whiskey splashes.

“What?! Kate told me you’re into men; I figured a gay guy would be able to help me decide if this is sexy enough?” You shrug, retying the robe you wear, and going to pour him another drink on autopilot.

“I am into men, yes, but I am not gay,” his voice uneven, “I am bisexual. There is a difference.”

“Oh, so you….” You feel your cheeks burning as you pass him the fresh glass.

“Yes, I am also into women too,” he supplies, as it’s your turn to splutter.

“Oh god, I’m so so sorry,” your cheeks blushing hard.

“Don’t be… it was, well, it just took me by surprise, that’s all. We’ve only met once before,” he reminds you.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” you mumble into your robe. “I’m just so nervous about this third date tonight….”

“Ahhh, the third date is the sex date,” he chuckles knowingly.

“Exactly,” you shuffle awkwardly.

“Well… speaking as a red-blooded male, who does indeed also find women attractive,” he begins, pointedly raising an eyebrow, his voice dropping into a range that makes your skin break into goosebumps and your nipples pebble. “From what I saw, I would say he is a fortunate man.”

You feel your heart pound as he follows it up with a teasing crooked smile and a quick wink.

“But,” he lingers on the last syllable of that word and looks up at you through long lashes, taking a sip of his drink, “if you need a second opinion, I could check again for you.” There is no mistaking the heat or intention in his tone.

Before you know what you are doing, you are standing in front of the twinkling Christmas tree and untying the robe again. Your breath is shallow and fast. You probably shouldn’t do it, but damn if this man isn’t gorgeous. When you thought he was gay, you could dismiss your attraction. Now, those hooded hazy blue eyes are concentrated on you and his broad chest is rising and falling faster than before. Well, this is an opportunity you can’t deny yourself. Screw your date.

This time the whole robe comes off, and you let it slip from your shoulders to a heap on the polished wood floor.

The lingerie set is a somewhat festive dark green and lacy; a balcony demi cup just covering your nipples, a tiny matching thong and a garter belt holding up sheer black stockings. You have been waxed and exfoliated to within an inch of your life, and you know your just moisturised skin glows in the soft light of the tree.

His gaze is so heavy you swear you can feel it slide over your body. You see his fingers twitch and his eyebrow raise a tick before he schools his face. His eyes give him away, though, now just a ring of blue around inky black pupils.

He exhales heavily. “I stand by my first opinion,” his voice cracks on the last word.

Unsure what possesses you, you saunter a couple of steps towards him, swaying your hips in the heels you wear. Then whip around, so your back is to him. A guttural noise sticks in his throat. The crest of euphoria it causes in your veins is like an intoxicating drug.

“Does it look ok from this side, too?” you simper over your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that he is trying to rearrange his jeans subtly.

“Certainly,” he assures. “You, if you don’t mind me saying, have a fantastic arse.” The words are muttered fiercely, and every inch of your body feels alive. Dear god, you want to fuck this man until your teeth rattle.

You slowly turn back around; correction, you gyrate, tilting your pelvis down and rolling your hips. There is no mistaking the message you are now transmitting, either.

He growls, his eyes trained on your thong.

“Thank you for your valuable opinion Mr Bridgerton,” you drawl, emphasising his last name, elongating each syllable as if it were a delicious treat to savour.

He looks up, his gaze meeting yours, and there is heat and fire.

“Won’t you be late for your date…” he teases.

“Perhaps I’ve lost interest in it,” you shoot back coquettishly and gently pull your lower lip under your teeth.

“What a pity to waste such a sexy outfit,” he gusts, his hips twitching a touch, making the leather of your sofa creak.

There’s a palpable tension in the air that is thick and dark like molasses. You’re both goading each other now.

“Yes, such a shame,” you concur with mock sincerity, “I should go change, I suppose…” it’s as open of an invitation as you are willing to give him.

He snaps and takes it.

“Get in my lap. Right now,” Benedict orders quietly but commandingly through gritted teeth.

You can’t help the triumphant smirk that dances across your lips. “Make me,” you challenge, eyeing the doorway, knowing you could run and right now, he might just pursue you.

His nostrils flare, and his large hands (how have you never noticed how large his hands are before?) slide down over his thighs as he leans forward.

“If you want me to chase you, you will lose that race,” his voice is steely but heated, his eyes glittering.

There is an electric slide of want down your spine, and you shiver at the thought of him pinning you down victorious, his chest heaving against yours.

Again the air crackles with tension as you take a step towards him but intentionally look at the open doorway as if considering your options.

“What would you do if I win?” you inquire softly, looking back down at him.

“Whatever you want me to,” he exhales seductively, and the thought makes your stomach flip. You want to strip off your thong and ride that beautiful face until your thighs shake.

“And if I lose…?” you murmur.

His right hand shoots forward, and a single knuckle trails a hot line down over your belly button; your abdomen ripples like molten fire across your skin.

“You do exactly what I tell you to,” he answers, “like a good girl.”

You can’t help it. You flood your underwear.

“So tell me…” he intones, the knuckle now rubbing across the top of your thong, “are you going to climb into my lap or are you going to run?”

“I’m going to run,” you whisper breathily.

His knuckle falls away from your skin, but there is another leather creak from the sofa as he moves further forward. You are standing between his knees now. He is looking up at your face and is so devastatingly handsome you want to swoon against him.

“That was a tactical error,” he smirks lowly, “the only advantage you had was the element of surprise.”

“Indeed,” you agree, and your hands shoot out and shove his shoulders roughly, causing him to fall back against the sofa. You immediately straddle his lap and settle onto his slightly splayed thighs. “Surprise!” you rejoinder with a lopsided smile of your own.

“You little minx,” he growls as your hands pin his shoulder down, and you rock forward in his lap, dragging your thong over the bulge in his jeans.

Those large warm hands land on the dip of your waist, and you moan at the sensation. He pulls you snugly against his front, and you feel all sorts of lean muscle as he tilts his face to yours. All you see are his lips, ready to be kissed.

You cup his jaw and press your mouth down onto his.

Instantly you are swept into a passionate kiss, his mouth moving hot and insistent. Parrying for the upper hand, a peak of tongue meeting yours as you pant into each other’s open mouths.

His huge hands slide over your skin and cross over behind your back, embracing you tight. The insistent bulge is crushing the lace of your thong, rasping it against your clit in the most delightful way.

“We are going to fuck,” he states with a clarity you find refreshing, “but not here. If Kate walks in, as she is due to any minute now, this may scar her for life.” He points out, a thumb running over your lips. “So you had better tell me which is your bedroom or grab a coat and get in my car right now.”

“Why should I get in your car?” You frown.

“Because,” his lips are hot on the shell of your ear now, “I intend to make you scream, and I assume you probably don’t want to do that after your flatmate is home.”

He makes a very good point.

“I, on the other hand, live alone. And don’t care what my neighbours think,” he shrugs, raising a seductive eyebrow.

Your coat and evening bag are already in the hallway for your now-abandoned date. Benedict watches as you think about the options he presents.

“Or I can walk away, and we can pretend this never happened…” he offers neutrally, removing his hands from your skin and holding them up and away, giving you an out and telling you in shorthand this is all about what you want.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you growl, and he smirks, the hands falling back to your waist. “What car do you have?”

“Jaguar EV,” he answers, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You slick bastard,” you grumble, knowing you want a ride in it and a ride on him.

You climb out of his lap and go to your coat rack.

“Coming….?” You call from the hallway as you button up your coat.

He springs out of the seat and practically chases you to his car.

It’s sleek, understated and incredibly alluring, just like its owner. It’s a smooth, sophisticated ride too, and as he pulls up at a quiet overlook point on the way to his, you soon find out he is as well.

As you lean back against his steering wheel, him biting your nipples as you come shuddering on his delicious cock, you know this is something you definitely want more of.

——

You wake up in his flat the next day, and it feels like it’s the most natural place for you to be. Just as Benedict has you laid out naked on his oversized white quartz kitchen island, Kate calls you; he makes you answer it despite what he is doing.

“So someone isn’t home. How was the date?” Kate asks smugly with a giggle.

“He’s a fucking revelation,” you answer with a partial truth, even if you obfuscate who you are referring to. Benedict lightly bites your inner thigh with a rich chuckle.

“Wow, I’m glad for you, y/n,” she peals with laughter. “Wait, before you disappear back into sexual bliss, you didn’t happen to see Ant’s brother Ben before you left, did you? He was supposed to be here but never showed up.”

“I’m sure Ben didn’t forget; something probably came up,” you assure, not knowing how to answer in any other way, the man in question currently doing his level best to make you moan as he drags a heavy tongue over your folds.

“Ah well, I’ll call him,” she dismisses. “So I’ll see you, what, tomorrow maybe?”

“Sure, call him. And, umm, maybe see you in two days. This guy is something else, Kate,” you whisper conspiratorially. You know he is preening now.

Suddenly the phone is wrenched from your grip.

“Kate, it’s Ben; just a few things,” Benedict drawls as your mouth drops open in shock. “One, I would never stand you up. Two, please learn the difference between gay and bisexual. And three,” his face disappears between your legs again, “please don’t call us for at least, hmm, three days. In fact, don’t expect to see either of us until Christmas. Ok byeeee,” and he hangs up the phone, tossing it aside and spears his tongue right against your clit.

“Ben!” You yell and pull him up by gripping his hair at his scalp.

“What?!? And owww, by the way,” he pouts, signalling to his hair.

“What the fuck did you just do?!?!” You splutter breathlessly.

He shrugs demurely. “I killed many birds with one stone. Kate now knows about us and will tell the others; we have privacy.”

You have no answer; you just stare at him, mind-boggling from the whiplash of experiences.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” he argues pointedly, “I’m rather busy until at least Christmas, so please don’t interrupt me again,” he smiles devastatingly, and then he is back lapping your clit harshly, holding your hips down as you writhe and scream.

You come in record time.

What a Merry Christmas, indeed.

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[allsevenmaidens]

ANOTHER SENTIENT VEHICLE

[onlyseokmins]

I’ve been thinking a lot about car sex when it’s raining outside with Vernon and an amazing playlist to the beat of a Chase Atlantic song

Ah okay so sorry for the wait on this 😭😭😭😭 I kept bouncing between writing this and other things but hope you enjoy it though! I got a tiny bit carried away sooooo some tw: mentions of cheating (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) daddy kink but jokingly, riding, and unprotected sex ehehehee

9/12 update: [sequel-ish]

🎶 I'm driving too fast in my Lincoln Town car

And I think, I just might flip it over

I've been in a rage and I'm headed your way

With the devil on my fucking shoulders 🎶

Hot, humid gusts that rush across your cheekbones from the open window are sated by the cool air conditioning blowing from the car's vents. It gives your skin a dewy glow under the passing streetlights that shine against the dark grey clouds dulling the faint twinkles of city lights in the distance. Laying your head against the headrest, you close your eyes and suck in a deep inhale.

"Do you wanna stop?"

You peek at the driver's windswept hair and his sharp gaze focused on the highway he's speeding down.  

"Nah. Not until you've driven out all that rage of yours."

He snorts. "You're not scared?"

"And why would I be?" You turn your body to face him. "You'd never hurt me, Hansol."

"Yeah? You believe that?"

"Of course." It's not simply blind trust you place in your best friend. It's utter certainty. "I feel a ton better riding shotgun because I know you won't go over the legal max speed limit and you won't be driving to Areum's house."

"What? Why are we talking about her so suddenly?"

You tsk and pat his thigh consolingly, ignoring how he tenses up.  

"You don't have to pretend with me but just know that the guy she was with tonight, she'll definitely end up cheating on him too." His noncommittal response only encourages you to keep talking. "Dude has nothing on you, by the way. Ugly as hell. Prolly rotten personality too. Trash belongs with trash."

Vernon shoots you a side-eye, another sly glance at what you wore to the club before pivoting his gaze back to the road with a raised eyebrow. 

"You think I'm good-looking," he bluffs with a smirk. All in an effort to try and shake the image of your crossed legs perched up on his dashboard, heels long discarded under the bottom of the seat, and that tiny skirt riding up way past your thighs — haunting visuals that threaten to be engraved into his memory.

"Duh. I've told you that a million times."

"You say things like my outfit looks nice. Not me, specifically."

"Omigod, excuse me? Yes. You're good-looking. Super hot!"

"Fuckable?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You're in rare form tonight, 'Sol. Do you even need to ask? Jeonghan's girlfriend's friend was practically eye-fucking you the whole time."

"Yeah, but – "

"Take back the confidence that cheater tried to beat out of you. You could've gone home with someone just as hot as you. Meddle about with them and such."

🎶 You got me down on my knees

It's getting harder to breathe out

We only met each other just the other day

But you already got me feeling some type of way

Now if I could figure it out

I'd take you back to my house

So we could meddle about 🎶

"Is that what you were going to do with that bastard?"

"Who? Which one?"  

"The last one you were dancing with." Vernon scowls when you giggle. 

"I danced with several, silly. Hm, oh! The one you called me away from? Didn't get his name, you know him?"

The memory of a stranger's grubby hands daring to trace your exposed skin as you swayed to the techno beat had his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. "No."

"Ah," you sigh in disappointment, "but I would've liked to get to know him."

"So, you would've actually gone with him. What if he was a serial killer or something?"

"I can take care of myself, Vernon."

The sharp change in your tone has him flinching, a name he usually goes by suddenly unfamiliar when it comes out of your lips. He knows how independent and strong you are. It's what makes you sparkle and shine apart from others, what draws everyone to you. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't worry about you. The yearning for you to lean on him every so often is strong — especially when it feels that he's the one always relying on you.

🎶 I'm too phased, it's too late

But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah

And I'm so down if you're ready, and I'm floating but I'm heavy

And I'll show you if you let me, girl 🎶

"I… I know that — " 

Vernon is cut off when tiny rain droplets starting to dot the window abruptly turn into a deluge of water he can barely see through. Cursing under his breath, he slows down and takes the next approaching exit, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye again. You're calm but quiet, rolling up the window before crossing your arms. Knowing he'll keep you safe as always. Even if you’re a little pissed off at him right now.

He waits until he's pulled into an old shopping parking lot to speak again. The rain hits the roof of the car at a steady pace, almost drowning out the Chase Atlantic song playing on the radio. Unbuckling the seatbelt, he shifts in his seat to gaze at you although you avoid at looking him for the first time in a while.

"You really do trust in me, huh?" He acknowledges and you roll your eyes.

"Didn't I say I did? But that doesn't mean you have to act like you're my dad when it comes to who I flirt with. I always tell someone when I'm leaving and who I'm going with." 

Vernon is aware of that, the 'someone' usually being him as he watches you slip your hand in some random guy's for the night. Leaving him behind without a second glance, a brilliant smile on your pretty lips.

"Besides," you continue, "instead of worrying about me, have a little fun yourself. It's what you deserve after that shitty breakup. It just sucks she somehow shows up at every place we're at."

"I'm not trying to be your dad. But… I could be your daddy."

"What?" Lightning strikes but it's not from outside. Your eyes flash with something when you whip your head to face him in shock. "What did you just say?"

🎶 Push a little further on the edge

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe

I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red

She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay" 🎶

He clears his throat, fidgeting in his seat. "I'm not saying I'm into that o-or that you have to be, I'm just — Fuck." He meets your electrifying gaze with his smoldering one as his voice lowers. "Don't you know how much I want you?"

"Vern — "

"Hansol," he corrects, "love it when you call me that. Only you." 

The name he rarely goes by anymore never sounded better falling breathlessly out of your lips when he leans across the console. It's not a challenge, it's a suggestion — one you accept by pressing your lips against his.

It's something both of you have dreamed of for so long. Never the right time or place. But here, underneath the stormy night sky in his black Volkswagen Jetta, Vernon tastes like stardust and the Twix bars he's always stealing from your cupboard.

You're not sure when you ended up in his lap but you can't complain as you run your fingers through the waves of his hair. Pressed up against him in such a tight space. The flurry of emotions has goosebumps raising on your skin and he pulls away, panting harshly. Your foreheads are touching as you gaze at each other.

"I can't believe you want me," he almost laughs in disbelief. "Is this real or am I dreaming?"

"Of course, you're not dreaming. I do want you. Always have. None of your partners ever treated you right." You roll your hips as a test and Vernon's low moan of your name only amplifies your confidence. "How could they when they weren't me?"

He slides his seat back, the sudden motion causing you to slam a hand against the window to try to steady yourself and avoid throwing your weight against him. But that's exactly what Vernon wants. Using the momentum to cup the round cheeks of your ass, he positions you right where the tip of his hard cock pokes against his jeans. You can feel him through the scrap of fabric that's a sorry excuse for panties, already ruined.

"You're so wet, baby," he murmurs against your lips. "All for me, yeah? No one else, no other guy could soak your pussy like me, right?"

Even if it was a lie (which it wasn't), you can only agree because Vernon doesn't move an inch until a resounding yes leaves your lips. It's another scrambled blur as you fight to unclasp his belt and jeans in the small space you have. It feels intimate and raw.

Just like your love for him.

You let out a relieved sigh when his cock is in your hand and Vernon echoes it, throwing his head back. You'd moved down a bit so you could jerk him off easier, giggling at how he twitches when he feels the heat of your pulsating cunt leaking all over his thigh.

"Wish I could suck you off, Nonnie," you whisper in his ear and he groans. "Feel the weight of your heavy dick against my tongue, lap you up like my favorite lollipop. Mhm, bet you taste so good. Your other partners were afraid to take you down their throat 'cause you're so deliciously big. But I wouldn't be." Your other hand gently strokes his cheek. "'Cause you'd never hurt me. Ever. Isn't that right, my sweet boy?"

Vernon's eyes snap back open, grasping at your wrist. "Yeah, I'd be so good to you, baby. But I need to be inside of this dripping pussy." A finger tentatively pushes your panties to the side. "Fuck, like right now."

🎶 I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I got the feeling that you know now

You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down 🎶

This time, Vernon lets his head fall forehead and softly bumps your forehead with his as you attempt to sink down. He keeps his fingers splayed across both of your hips, bunching up the fabric of your short skirt so he can watch the way your puffy pussy lips part and wrap around the tip of his thick, hard cock.

Muttering obscene filth in your ear (“this skirt was just asking me to bend you over and slip inside all night”, “claim you as mine right in front of all of them”, “that’s what you wanted, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”) that simply makes you clamp nearly impossibly tighter around him.

Once your ass is seated against his thighs, thick length fully nestled within your warm walls, you think you hear someone screaming — and it must be you. Biting down hard on Vernon’s collarbone, your hips have a mind of their own and instantly begin sliding up and down until you’re bouncing so hard and fast enough that his car might be shaking.

Vernon’s eyes are fixed in awe at where he’s disappearing into you. His head is spinning, and he hurriedly pushes up your crop top, letting your tits fall free. Perfectly positioned in front of his face. 

“Sl-slow down, b-baby,” he gasps out, hand shooting out to cradle the back of your head before it hits the steering wheel or something.

You’re the prime visual of fucked-out and dick-drunk. Tears cause your mascara to run, tongue hanging out as you desperately moan, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips fail to falter. Vernon thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful — and feels just as dizzy as you do — but he seeks to find an anchoring.

“L-love, slow down,” he fights to still your hips and your pitiful whines cause him to pepper little kisses on your neck and breasts. He can feel your erratic heartbeat sync with his as he shushes and soothes you. “Wanna savor this moment.”

“Hansolie… we can go for hours later after this. Even for weeks, maybe.”

It’s Vernon’s turn for his hips to buck up uncontrollably at the way you cutely pout his name along with the suggestion of “more later” while his cock is stuffed deep within you.

“Easy for you to say, I’m not sure my recovery time is as fast as yours, though.”

“Yeah? I’m sure I can fix that.”

He angles a particularly harsh thrust at your words. One that has you falling back against his chest so he can rasp in your ear. “Is that a promise?”

“Mhm, yeah…” you moan but the next, teasing comment that comes out of your mouth makes him realize that maybe he should just let you be fucked senseless. “Whatever daddy wants.”

“You’re such a sweet lil brat. Gonna let me eat this delicious lil pussy of yours in the backseat? Or should I drive home with my cum seeping out of it and clean you up on my bed instead? Hm? Say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“No, say my name.”

“Mhm, yes, Hansol…”

His name melts away into a loud moan before you’re slamming your lips against his so he can swallow up the scream that threatens to erupt as you hit your peak. Shuddering, you swear you can see stars even though the sunroof is closed, it’s nighttime, and it’s raining. You tremble in his arms, whimpering as he spills his own release deep within your walls — suddenly feeling sated and sleepy.

“Don’t wanna move.”

“Me either,” Vernon chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Why don’t we just lay here for a bit?” He rubs tiny circles across your bare skin as you breathe in his comforting scent. “We’ll go home after it clears up a bit more.”

“I love you.” You snuggle against his neck. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Yeah? I love you too… always have.” He nudges you up so you can look into his honest, straightforward gaze. One that would never hurt you. “And I always will.”

[cvtqr]

so much for his shy, little girlfriend 

pairings ;eren jaeger x reader

content warnings ; public sex, caught, spitting, f!reader

when eren told his friends he had a girlfriend all they could do was laugh. i mean they just couldn't believe someone would voluntarily date some hot-headed bastard like eren. they just didn't believe it! so eren had no choice but to introduce you to his friends.

we’re on our way to the diner right now. remember do not make her uncomfortable, she's shy. 

was the text he sent his friends while waiting outside your apartment. about a minute later you came running out the door, your skirt swaying back and forth. god you looked so fuckable in that outfit. eren kept that thought to himself as he  set a smile on his face and unlocked the door for you.

“god where is that little bastard, we’re gonna loose our reservation if they don’t get here within the next 5 minutes. and its freezing out here.” said jean, standing up from the curb of the parking lot, reaching out his hand for mikasa to grab. 

she took jeans hand, standing up not letting go of his hand and burying herself deeper into her red scarf. 

“we could go check the side parking lot? this ones pretty full so maybe they went to that one and got lost?” said historia, wiggling out of her girlfriends tight grip. 

“you don't have to go looking for them. but reiner or jean can.” commented ymir, putting her arm back around historia. 

“tch - lets go reiner.” jean let go of mikasa’s hand and started walking towards the empty extra parking lot, reiner following close behind. 

when they spotted eren’s car they stopped in their tracks and their breaths hitched. 

inside the car you were pulled over on top of eren, bouncing on his cock with your head thrown onto his shoulder, his large hands guiding your hips and helping you.

“ ‘m making you feel so good, right baby? tell me. tell me who's making you feel this good.”

“you er- eren. you are.” 

“look at me when I'm taking to you, unless you want to be punished of course, y/n.”

whimpering on top of him, you lifted your head up and looked straight into his eyes. 

“there's my pretty girl. - now open.”

you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. eren hovered over you and spit right into your mouth. 

“ahh~ you just clenched around me so hard baby. you like that don't you?” 

keeping the spit in your mouth all you could do was shake your head yes with small “mm”’s falling from your lips.

back outside the car, jean and reiner were like two deers in the headlight.

“did he just spit in her-”

“yeah. im pretty sure.”

they didn't know if they should interrupt you two, or run back to the diner. they didn't have much of an option when eren turned his head as you fell back down onto him. he saw them just standing there, and motioned them to go away. they just turned around, without going back. 

it wasnt long before you finished around eren, and he pulled you up to release all over his car. 

“you can clean that up when we get back.”

right when reiner and jean heard the car unlock they ran back to their friends and told them you guys were coming. 

three minutes later you and eren walked up to the front of the diner. you were limping and walking unsteady. you stood in between eren and armin.

“this is y/n, my gf.”

“nice to meet you guys.” you said, while smiling 

soon after when you all went to walk in the diner you lost your balance from having weak legs, eren and armin having to catch you. 

“w-woah y/n, are you okay?” said armin concerned 

so much for eren’s shy little girlfriend, thought reiner and jean

[leossmoonn]

Lucky [Stefan Salvatore]

masterlist 

pairing - stefan salvatore x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, light smut

note / request “okay i have one, how about stefan gets super drink and is making super suggestive jokes on the reader and is flirting w her and she has to take care of him?” since stefan is a vampire i figured the side affects of being drunk would be different for him. he’s not so much like tired and can’t-walk-straight drunk, he’s more i’m-very-horny-and-annoying type of drunk lol. also i apologise if this isn’t very good. i was really excited to write this but it didn’t come together like i hoped. anyways, enjoy!

 summary - you take care of your boyfriend, stefan, when he gets drunk at a party

warnings / includes - language, mention of alcohol and anxiety, vomiting, very suggestive and flirty content, lots of kissing and making out, stefan being a cranky and cheeky little shit lol. this takes place after klaus has stefan become the rippahhh 

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*gif isn’t mine*

When Caroline called you, you didn’t think anything of it. You just thought that she was calling to try and convince you to come to the party at The Grill for the fifth time. When she started shouting at you about Stefan was when you started to get worried. 

“What did you say, Care?” You asked. It was hard to hear her over the music in the background. 

“One second!” Caroline exclaimed. 

You waited a few moments before Caroline spoke again. There was no sound in the background this time. 

“Sorry, I had to go outside,” she apologised. “It’s alright. Um, what’d you say about Stefan?” You asked. 

“He’s drunk and he needs you to come and pick him up,” she explained. 

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, why can’t you drive him home?” “Trust me, we’ve tried, but…. but he only wants you.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. “Oh, really?”

“Well, duh. You’re his girlfriend,” Caroline chuckled. 

“Right, right,” you nodded. You got up from your kitchen table, shutting your textbooks and putting them away. “Well, I’ll be over soon.” “Okay, thank you. Also, brace yourself for when you see him. Drunk Stefan is fun, crazy Stefan,” Caroline warned. 

You chuckled and went to put your shoes on. “I bet he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised. Anyways, I’ll see you soon,” Caroline said. 

“See ya,” you hung up the call. You set your phone dying, tying your sneakers. You grabbed your jacket and car keys, about to make your way to your car, but your mom stopped you. 

“You going to the party?” She asked. “Um, not exactly,” you started. “Stefan needs to be picked up.”

“Oh, why? Is he okay?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, he’s just had a little too much to drink,” you explained. 

“Hm, alright. Well, if you need any help, call me. I know how drunk, horny teenage boys can be,” she chuckled. 

“He’s not like that, Mom,” you shook your head. “I know, I know, but you never know,” she tsked. 

You gave her a small smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Text me if you’re staying over at his place!” She reminded. 

You nodded in reply and opened the garage door, stepping out and heading to your car. You drove to The Grill, your anxiety spiking as you thought of what Caroline meant. You had known Stefan for almost three years and had been dating him for five months, but you had never seen him drunk. Sure, you’ve seen him tipsy because all Damon and he did for fun was drink, but he always kept his ground. You hoped Caroline was just overreacting. 

You parked in the parking lot of The Grill, hopping out of your car and entering the restaurant. You were met with eardrum-rupturing music and the scent of sweat and alcohol. You smiled and greeted a few friendly faces before looking for Stefan. As you walked through the ground, a hand grabbed your forearm. This caused you to jump and spin around your heel, holding up your fist in defense. 

“Whoa, calm down. It’s just me,” Jeremy chuckled. 

“Oh,” you chuckled and put your fist down, relaxing your body. “Sorry, you just never know.”

“No worries. I take it you’re here for Stefan?” Jeremy asked. “You are correct, Jer,” you nodded. 

“He’s playing pool,” he said, leading you over to the back of the room where the rest of your friends were. 

You furrowed your brows as Stefan looked pretty normal and relaxed. He actually looked like he was having fun for once. Just as you began to think Caroline was exaggerating, Stefan then drank three shots at once and jumped on top of the pool table. 

“O-Oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise. 

“Yep,” Jeremy sighed. He then went in front of you, giving you an encouraging, sarcastic smile. “Have fun!” Jeremy then fled the scene, walking over to a table of girls. 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Stefan, sucking in a breath as you saw Damon and Caroline struggling to get him off the table. You decided that you should go up and help them. 

“Oh, thank God!” Caroline exclaimed as you walked over. 

“Hey,” you smiled at them. You looked up at Stefan, giving him a soft, caring smile. “Hey, you.”

Stefan looked down, grinning from ear-to-ear once he saw you. “Y/n! You’re here!” He jumped down from the pool table, engulfing you in a tight hug. 

You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled flush against him. You wrapped your arms round him nonetheless and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his scent. It masked the smell of the sweaty, intoxicated teens that surrounded you two. Stefan pulled away after a few moments, his eyes meeting yours.

“You look so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming up to cup each sides of your face. 

You smiled, “Thank you. Now, c’mon, I’m here to take you home.”

His head started to shake furiously. “No, no. Let’s stay. Let’s party. Let’s have fun.” As he said the last few words, one of his hands went from your face to your waist. He gripped your side, pulling you impossibly closer. As his hand stayed cupping your cheek, his head dove down to your neck where he started to kiss the area under your ear. 

You gasped softly, your eyes fluttering close as him kissing your neck made your skin tingle. You put your hands on his chest, though, pushing him back slightly. You looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that you didn’t come to play. 

“We can have fun at home.”

“No, we’re just gonna go to bed,” he whined. “And would that be so bad?” You chuckled. 

“Yes because you look so fuckable right now,” he growled. He hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you close to him once again. Your hips met and you gasped as you felt his hard on through his jeans press just next to your core. 

“Stefan,” you protested. He looked up at you with big, green, innocent eyes. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Heat rose up your neck and you felt like the whole room was watching you. You definitely knew all your friends were. 

“We’re in public. We can’t do this,” you shook your head. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private then,” he muttered. 

Before you could speak, he took you in his arms and sped you out of the restaurant. Your back hit your car once you stopped.

“Sorry, did hurt you?” Stefan asked, concerned eyes looking over you. 

“Not, but-” you started, but Stefan cut you ooff by kissing you. 

You melted into him, kissing him back with the same amount of need and passion. Your hands went up to his hair, entangling your fingers in his soft locks. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands roamed your body. His left hand went down to your ass as his right slid under your top, running the pads of his fingers across your skin. He gripped your ass as his fingers went up higher to your bra.

“U-Oh, Stefan,” you gasped in-between kisses. 

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I missed you, too, but you’re drunk. We can’t do this. Especially not against my car,” you sighed, pulling back from him once again. 

He frowned, “But you’re so pretty. I just want to kiss all over your beautiful body.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to slow your racing heart. All the sweet talk and kissing made you very flustered. “Thank you, Stefan. I appreciate it, I really do, but you’re drunk.”

“I can smell your arousal though,” he stated, his fingers coming down your bra to your legs. He ran his fingers over the front of your jeans, pressing down just ever-so-slightly. 

“A-Ah!” You squealed. Stefan gave you a satisfied smirk as he pressed down further. More wetness pooled between your legs as he was pressing down on your clit. 

“See? Now, tell me you don’t want to do anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, your pupils dilated and full of lust. It took everything in you to shake your head. Because as good as it felt to have his hands on you, you knew that having drunk sex with him was not the best idea. 

“I do, but,” you said sternly, “Not right now.”

Stefan hands fell to his side immediately. He stepped away from you, “Then what do you want to do right now?” 

“Get you home and in bed,” you stated, reaching for your keys that was in your pocket. 

“But that’s so boring! Can we at least, like, make out?” “Nope,” you shook your head. 

“When did you ever get so mean,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I am not mean. I’m being responsible.” “Being responsible is boring!” He objected. “That’s not what sober Stefan would say,” you remarked, turning to open the door. 

“Yeah, sober me is boring.”

“And it’s my favourite you,” you smiled, opening the car door. Before Stefan would say anything, you shoved him inside. 

“Rough, huh?” Stefan gave you a cheeky smile. 

You gave him a long eye roll, shutting the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You stepped in and started your car, ignoring Stefan’s burning stare. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Because I know you’re gonna try to butter me up and convince me to have sex in this car,” you explained. 

Stefan scoffed, “Pfft, what! I would never ever do that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t, lover boy,” you retorted as you started up the car. 

Stefan set his hand on your thigh as you started driving. You didn’t move it as this was something he did every car ride whether you were driving or he was, but once he started to inch his fingers up your leg was when you knew you had to say something.  

“Stefan,” you wanted. “Yes, honey?” Stefan asked innocently, stopping his hand immediately. 

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You could not believe the games he was playing. 

“Nothing,” you muttered, paying attention to the road as you turned into the gates of Stefan’s house.  

Stefan grinned as he knew that you would let him get away with anything. As long as it wasn’t actual sex, of course. You both knew a little teasing never hurt anybody, and you both definitely knew you liked it, too. You parked at the entrance, getting out and walking to Stefan’s side. You opened the door, holding your arm out like chivalrous men did on dates. 

“Here you are, m’lady,” you grinned. Stefan’s rolled his eyes, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

You held his hand as you walked to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside. 

“I’m going to get some water for you and me, go upstairs and get changed,” you directed.  “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, slapping your ass as you walked by him. 

You turned to him, scoffing and giving him a glare. He winked at you and made his way to the stairs. You shook your head with a flustered smile, going to the kitchen and getting a few water bottles. You got out your phone and texted your mom that you were staying the night. You then climbed up the stairs, entering his room and getting even more flustered once you saw him in his bed, the only clothing on him was grey sweats. 

“Like what you see?” Stefan teased, putting his hands under his head so his biceps were flexed.  

“Very much,” you nodded, walking over to him and setting the water bottles down on the nightstand that was next to his bed. 

Stefan put his hand on your waist, pulling you to sit on the bed. You complied and sat down next to his legs, putting your hands on his chest and tracing patterns over his abs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan marvelled at you. His hands went up to your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You smiled and nuzzled into his hand, looking at him through your lashes.  

“And you seem to be a lot more sober now,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, vampires sober up fast,” he shrugged. “Oh, is that so?” You asked 

“Yep,” he grinned proudly. “So you don’t have a headache or anything?” You wondered. 

His smile faltered and he averted his gaze from you. You chuckled, “Thought so.” You grabbed a water bottle, opening it and putting it up to his lips. 

“Here, drink this. I’ll get you some Tylenol,” you said, beginning to sit up. 

“I’ll be fine,” he waved his headache off. “Stefan,” you frowned, “I know you’re immune to sickness and death and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to headaches.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so-” He stopped speaking, closing his mouth immediately. He made a sour face, his eyes widening. 

“About to throw up?” You guessed. He nodded his head furiously, putting his hand up to cover his mouth. 

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you pulled him up, walking him across the hall to the bathroom. You both dropped to your knees and Stefan immediately started to vomit. 

You cringed, but rubbed his back nonetheless. “There you go. Get it all out.” Your hand went up to his hair and you twirled his hero hair in-between your fingers. You put your forehead against his temple, kissing his cheek to comfort him. 

After a few minutes of him throwing his guts up, he threw his head back and groaned. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s all part of being drunk,” you kissed him on the cheek again. You then got up, pulling him up with you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You hummed, walking him to the sink. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded. 

You looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. Throwing up had taken a lot of his energy, and now he was all worn-out. He went to grab his toothbrush, but missed by a few millimeters. 

“Why don’t I do it for you,” you stated more than suggested. 

“No, no. You’ve done enough tonight, take a break,” he shook his head. 

You smiled, “It’s okay. I like taking care of you. It’s kind of my job as your girlfriend, after all.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in reply, turning him around so his back was against the sink. You took his toothbrush and and squirted toothpaste on it, stepping in front of Stefan and holding it up. 

“Open wide,” you sang. Stefan followed your orders and your stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, beginning to circle over the left side of his mouth. 

Stefan’s arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him lazily. You smiled as your hips met his. You leaned into him, switching the sides of his mouth that you were brushing after a minute. 

“Alright, time to spit,” you ordered. 

Stefan turned around, spitting the out the foamy toothpaste. He hung his head low to get some water to swish in his mouth to get the remaining toothpaste out. He sat back up and you put his toothbrush back on the sink. You grabbed a towel and wet it to wipe off the excess toothpaste that was on the corners of Stefan’s mouth. 

You straightened back up and went in front of Stefan, running the towel over his lips. You moved slowly, your eyes roaming his face. He looked so handsome, even when he was sweaty and slightly disoriented from just throwing up. Your eyes wandered up to his, his green eyes stared at yours back. The deep, unwavering eye contact both made you two flustered and nervous. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach while the tips of Stefan’s ears turned pink. 

You lowered the towel, placing it back onto the sink counter. Your eyes never left Stefan’s as you did so. Shivers ran up your spine as Stefan’s hand snaked up to the small of your back. He pulled your chest closer to his, leaving little to no room between your lips and his. 

“I thought you were all tired and tame,” you muttered, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I’m never tired and definitely never tame when I’m around you,” he whispered, leaning in. 

You hummed in reply, fluttering your eyes close as you leaned up to kiss him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, taking a fist full of his hair and twirling it. You kissed him slowly and gently, each of you taking your time to savour the feeling and taste of the kiss. 

You pulled away after a few moments, setting your forehead against his. You licked your lips, staring into Stefan’s green eyes. 

“Let’s get you into bed,” you whispered. 

Stefan shook his head, a coy smile playing on his lips. Before you could scold and protest, he lifted you up from your waist and ran over to the bed. He threw you down, climbing on top of you. 

“Stefan!” You giggled. “What?” He asked. 

“We have to go to bed,” you said. “We are in bed,” he gestured to the pillows. 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop being a wise ass. You’re still drunk, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“I’m half-drunk,” he shrugged. “Really? That’s the best you could do?” You snorted. 

“You know me, anything to be able to have sex with you,” he grinned. 

“Mhm, well, nothing can sway me and you know it.” Stefan looked into your eyes, studying you for a little. He knew that no matter how much kissing, touching, sweet-talking he did, you wouldn’t give in. He decided to give up and cuddle, which was honestly what he needed after a long, tiring night. He got off of you, laying on his back. 

“Seems like you’re learning,” you remarked. 

“Well, I know that if I’m good, I’ll get a reward later,” he quipped. 

You chuckled, turning around so now your face was met with his. You propped yourself on your elbow, putting a hand on his chest. 

“You’re lucky, you know?” You said. 

“Yeah,” he sighed with a smile, “I know.” “Yeah, well, so am I,” you smiled, moving closer to him. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and laid back down on your back. 

Stefan rolled over and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You smiled contently and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Stefan mumbled. 

“No problem. I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too,” he sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

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Some of those prompts are so funny! Can you please write this one for Flip or a Kylo AU? It’s hilarious!

“I may be loves bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

A/N: This silly little something is completely inspired by chatting with my dear friend @safarigirlsp !

2k, Flip chugging his respect women juice aka being his wife's #1 fan (he's a lil confused but he's got the spirit) cw: lowkey 1970s misogyny

Flip’s about ready to bang his head on the fucking desk in front of him from frustration, when he hears it. Those magic words that somehow get him through the day, each and every day, when the hours drone on and on and on at the station, when he feels like he’s been there for six years instead of only six hours.

In the habit that he and Ron have built up ever since being desk neighbors in the narcotics unit’s special glass office, Ron has finally come around and saved him from sudden death by boredom, by slapping a hand on Flip’s shoulder and happily announcing, “Present for you in the lobby.”

“Shit it’s already lunch?” Perking up at once, Flip shoves himself away from his desk, sparing a glance to his watch and seeing that it was in fact noon. He doesn’t even bother to push his chair in as he weaves through the other desks in the office on his way to the door, stopping himself before practically bolting to ask, “Thanks Ron, you stickin’ around? She said she was bringing stuff over for us.”

Ron only nods, knowing that Flip wants to get to you as quickly as possible, and so he spares him the conversation so that the detective can do just that.

You’re beautiful, as you always are, in the lobby of the CSPD. Currently chatting away with one of the secretaries at the front desk, you’re dressed in that new outfit Flip likes so much, your hair done up all pretty and fashionable. Instantly, his day is made better just by your being here -- something that he’s grateful for, because his day had been pretty fucking trying up until this point.

“Hi honey!” You catch sight of him, face lighting up, and Flip can’t resist a smile when you’re so happy to see him like this.

His cowboy boots take him across the lobby and into your arms, and he’s immediately taking the weight of the basket that you’re carrying out of your hands, placing it gently on the floor so he can squeeze you tight with a hug and a kiss.

“Hey ketsl, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He pats your ass lovingly, before picking up the basket and leading you through the lobby back towards the rec room.

“Right back at you handsome, I hope you’re hungry, I brought you the biggest roast beef sandwich I could possibly make.” You wink at him, and like clockwork, his stomach growls, making him chuckle a little.

“You’re a fuckin’ miracle and a half, I’m starvin’ -- ”

Suddenly, you stop with a frown, looking through the little window of the door to the conference room as you pass by it.

“What’s going on in there?” You ask, pointing your thumb in the room’s direction, and Flip doesn’t know what you mean.

“Huh?”

“Is there a meeting that you’re missing?” You ask, and Flip frowns then, because he doesn’t think so anyway.

But save for Jimmy and Ron, it looks like the entire narcotics unit is crammed into the conference room, along with a handful of rookie cops, homicide detectives, janitors, and even some of the press. They’re all watching someone draw a big graph on the black board, the unmistakable sound of chalk squeaking punctuating the speaker’s passionate presentation.

“No, Chief would’ve said something...oh for fuck’s sake.” It takes Flip two seconds to recognize what’s on the chart, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

It’s a line graph, the Hot-Crazy Matrix, this new thing that’s got all the men in the country thinking they know everything about women. The gist is the hotter a woman is, the crazier she gets, and everything about it rubs Flip the wrong fuckin’ way, especially when he presses his ear against the door and listens in on what they’re actually saying.

“...If you find yourself in the Fun Zone, your main goal is to move out of the Fun Zone to a more permanent location.” “Now above the ‘crazy’ line, we have the Danger Zone. This is your redheads, your strippers, uh, anyone named Tiffany -- ”

“Hairdressers!” One of the men from the back of the room shouts.

“Yes, hairdressers, this is where your car gets keyed, your tires get slashed, and you wind up in jail. At this point you have to understand that this is not a static environment. This is a situation where you have got to use this matrix over time to develop some relatable data. At any moment in time, any woman that you have previously located on this chart can vanish, and reappear anywhere else on the chart.”

“Let me break this up really quick -- ” Flip reaches for the door with a dark scowl on his face, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“No.” You look at him with wide, playful eyes, “No I think we should sit in on it, see what they say. Cause a little trouble.”

Flip loves the way you think, and with a sigh, he makes sure you stay behind him as you both slip through the door, unnoticed with how quiet you are. All eyes are on the blackboard as the speaker -- a greasy looking beat cop -- draws a line on the chart.

“Now, above an eight ‘hot’ and between a seven and a five ‘crazy’, this is your Wife Zone. When you meet this girl, you should consider a long term relationship. And if you find a woman who is below a five crazy, and above an eight hot, this is your Unicorn. We call them that because they do not exist. If you happen to find one, please uh let us know, we’d like to study it and try if we can, to replicate it.”

There’s a round of laughter from the crowd, and Flip can feel your hand tense in his own. He’s practically unable to hold himself back, when the cop finally sets down the chalk, dusts off his hands, and regards the room as someone else turns the lights back on.

“Anyone have any questions?” The cop asks, and Flip’s clearing his throat before he knows what he’s even doing.

“Yeah, hi.” Drawing all attention to him, Flip puts his hands on his hips, towers tall above all the other men in the room by at least three inches, and deadpans, “Have any of you actually spoken to a woman before? I mean, for longer than the two minutes it takes for them to reject you.”

That’s clearly not what the men in front of him were expecting, because they just blink, slackjawed like the morons they are.

“What?” The speaker asks, caught off guard.

Flip sighs, lights up a cigarette and crosses his arms over his chest, puffing out a big intimidating cloud of smoke.

“Show of hands, who here is married?” He waits, and predictably, no one comes forward. He knows this, because he knows all the married couples at the station. You make it a point to know them, anyway. “Okay then, well, who here has a girlfriend? Who here has ever had a girlfriend?”

Still no hands, and maybe Flip shouldn’t be surprised, the kind of men that believe this shit are the kind of men that either wind up alone or abusing poor women that they can manipulate into staying with them, and Flip doesn’t have the time or energy for it much longer.

“Interesting.” He muses, having made his point while the room murmurs amongst themselves.

One particularly stupid cop makes the mistake of trying to be a tough guy, some pipsqueak five-foot-four wannabe wrestler speaks up from near the front of the room, “We don’t need your condescending bullshit, okay, Zimmerman -- ”

“And women don’t need your bullshit charts splitting them into categories of fuckable or not, and yet here you are.” Flip cuts him off, and you feel a sense of pride blooming in your chest. Flip is a good boy, it’s why you married him after all.

“You’re only saying that because your wife is standing right next to you.” The cop tries to push his buttons, and maybe it’s because Flip hasn’t eaten yet, but anger itches up his spine, and soon the crowd is parting like the Red Sea, for Flip who is gunning straight for him.

“Oh yeah? How’d you think I got my wife you piece of shit? Because I promise it wasn’t by treating her like some shiny object to win.” Flip grabs the cop by the front of his uniform, and hoists him clean off the floor so that he can pull him up to eye level.

“Well then maybe you got lucky and married the only woman in Colorado Springs who isn’t a huge bitch.” The cop doesn’t know when to quit, does he?

“That’s not fucking true, my wife is a bitch and I love her for it.” Flip’s temper flares, and he’s about to raise his fist to punch this guy in the face, when he hears your voice from across the conference room where you’ve been watching with an amused smile.

“Flip, come on let’s go eat, lunch is getting cold.” You say, even though technically the sub sandwiches were supposed to be cold anyway. They don’t need to know that though.

Flip drops the schmuck, lets him fall to the floor with a thud, and walks towards your outstretched hand. Apparently that’s funny to the guy, because he slaps his knee and scoffs with a dry laugh.

“See? You’ve gone soft from love. Maybe we’re better off without it.” He tries to get the other guys to chime in, but they at least know what’s good for them, and instead just scratch the back of their necks, averting Flip’s gaze.

“I may be love’s bitch but at least I’m man enough to admit it.” Flip places his hand in yours, and you give his palm a tight reassuring squeeze. Looking down at you sweetly, he flicks the ash of his cigarette onto the floor and holds the door open for you leaving the conference room with a patronizing, “And at least I have a damn good woman to come home to. You losers enjoy your pity party.”

Finally in the rec room, you and Flip relax with Ron and Jimmy, your CSPD boys enjoying the big sub sandwiches you made and brought over. The little excursion in the conference room ate up only about fifteen minutes of Flip’s lunch hour, something that you and your husband are happy about. He’d be pissed off if he wasted any more time than that.

Everyone enjoyed the sandwiches and bottles of pop, most especially your Flip, who happily sat you down on his lap and wound his arms around you, feeling extra possessive.

“Out of curiosity, where in that chart would you put me?” You ask Flip, expecting him to take a couple moments to mentally weigh his options.

To your unamused surprise, Flip, Ron, and Jimmy all unanimously answer just about as soon as you’ve finished asking the damn question, not one of them even bothering to swallow their sandwich first before replying, “Danger Zone.”

“Hey!” You smack Flip’s chest with a scoff, and Ron and Jimmy immediately break out into laughter.

“You asked.” Jimmy points out with a shrug, just lucky that he’s out of your reach, lest he get smacked too. Ron also dips out of the way, but it’s only a moment later that Flip’s got his hold on you tighter, preventing you from swatting at your friends.

Flip holds you and kisses all over your cheek, his goatee tickling you as he presses his face against yours, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly even though he’s basically just called you crazy.

“I married you anyway, didn’t I?” Flip’s big brown eyes try to sweeten the deal, and as much as you want to give him a hard time for being such a dork, you have to admit that it works.

“Thin ice, Zimmerman, thin ice.” You shake your head playfully, relaxing into Flip’s embrace a little as he settles you properly onto his lap again from where you were a wiggle worm, squirming away.

“You love me.” Flip smiles.

And despite it all you have to roll your eyes and grin because, “Yeah, I really do.”

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Running Away

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts

Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.

Square: First Child

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So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.

Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.

Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.

Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.

The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.

But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.

The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?

Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?

Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.

Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.

Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.

This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.

Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.

This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.

What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.

'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.

"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.

"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.

"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.

"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.

I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.

If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.

When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.

"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.

'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.

That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.

A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.

I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.

Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.

Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.

'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.

My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.

"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.

This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.

"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."

I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.

"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.

Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.

"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.

"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'

Completed on: 05/04/2021

[buttybarnes1917]

An Unexpected Party

Chapter 3

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. 

“He’s genuinely. Fucking. Gorgeous.” Wanda squealed as she scrolled his Instagram.  “His name is Vis, he’s our age, plus—literally fuck his eyes are GOREGOUS—”

“Yes, yes, Wanda, we know,” Yelena cut her off. “He’s-“

“Gorgeous,” you and her chorused, giggling a little as Wanda’s cheeks had a tinge of pink in them.

“Shut up,” she mumbled shutting her phone off.  Yelena grinned at you.

“I saw a picture of James on your Instagram.”

“Yeah, I have to set the mood.”  You said, blushing a little.  “Also he said he prefers Bucky.”

“Christ.”  Yelena rolled his eyes.  “He’s not as mysterious as he thinks he is.”

“Oh let him go by whatever name he wants to go by,” you groaned rolling your eyes.  “He’s allowed to change from what he used to be.”

“Mmhm, let Y/N have her crush,” Wanda teased gently.

“Nope. Nope nope.” You said immediately.  “Not a crush.” Wanda giggled.

“You absolutely have a crush.”

“No, actually, I don’t.”

“You do.” Yelena said looking at her phone.  “I’m literally not sexually attracted to anyone, and I can tell that you want to jump his bones.”

“Stop saying that!”

“You do want to jump his bones,” Wanda said apologetically.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Okay, I liked you better when you were ranting about your Tinder date,” you said to Wanda and she giggled softly.  “And you,” you said pointing at Yelena as she grinned at you.  

“What?  I’ve done nothing except point out the obvious.”

“If I fuck your cousin, I’m gonna tell you all about it.” You smirked at her. She immediately made a face.

“I would literally rather die.”

“Nope, you’ve earned it from the constant harassing,” you teased.

“Nooooo, Y/N,” she whined. “Please, for the love of God, it would be like hearing about how you banged my brother.”

“So you don’t wanna hear about the things I want to do to him with my tongue alone?” you taunted, and Yelena yelled, throwing a pillow at you as you as Wanda laughed.

“Seriously though.” Wanda said, looking at her phone.  “He’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah,” you said a little breathlessly blushing just a bit. “Yeah he is.”

“When’s your next meeting,” she asked, and you checked your phone.

“Ummmmm I’m not sure, I should probably ask.”

“Holy fucking SHIT,” you whined, falling back onto your bed.  “I don’t understand how he’s so…”

“Fuckable?” Wanda teased and Yelena threw her other pillow at her as she giggled furiously.  

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You smoothed your skirt down gently, taking a deep breath.  You checked your phone again, his last text saying “I’m on my way!” with the cute smiling emoji.  FUCK why did he have to be so goddamn sweet?!? This would be much easier to deal with if he was an ass.  You heard an engine roar from down the street, and you looked up, your eyes widening as an older car pulled up.  Bucky stopped the car and pushed the passenger door open from the inside.

“Hey,” he grinned.  “Hop in, or we’ll miss our reservations.”

“This is your car?” you squealed blushing a little as you slid onto the leather seat.  He nodded and leaned back, grinning.

“This is Baby.  Baby, meet Y/N.” He ran his hand over the dash gently and grinned at you.  “She’s a ’67 Chevy Impala.  I built her from the ground up.”

“Like the car from Supernatural?” You asked and you saw the tips of his ears pink up a little as he drove off.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“You’re such a nerd!” You teased laughing a little.

“Yep.” He chuckled, looking at you.  “I’m done trying to hide it.  Its who I am now,” he laughed softly.  “My last partner… didn’t like the same things as me and was embarrassed about how into movies and books and TV shows I was,” he said quietly, and you saw his knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.  “It… took me a while to get back into the things that I liked because of that.”

“I think it’s cute,” you said softly, and he peeked at you out the side of his eye as he rolled to a stop at a stop light.  “I can see how passionate you are about movies and books, and I think that’s incredible that you’ve found something you love this much.  It’s rare to find people like that nowadays.”

“Yeah.” He smiled a little.  “So what do you like, then, if I’m a nerd?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, blushing a little.  “I’m in college right now, an English major, so I’m just not sure what I want to do after.  I’d love to be a teacher, so I read a lot of books on the side.”

“What’s your favorite book?” He asked.  “Give me a recommendation.”

“We Were Never Here,” you said immediately, “by Andrea Bartz.”

“Got it.” He nodded.  “I’ll give it a look.”

“Oh you don’t have to-“ you started to say.

“I want to,” he said looking at you and smiling.  “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me, right? Even if we’re… ya know, fake dating,” he chuckled a little nervously as he parked.  You nodded a little sadly, forgetting just for a moment none of this was real.

“Yeah.  Fake dating,” you said softly, looking at your hands.  He glanced at you and got out of the car, rounding the front to open the door for you as you took a deep breath.

This might be a little harder than you thought.

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Chapter 4

[asimovsideburns]

“Yes, my car is fuckable, okay?”

“We’re gonna find out!”

[lichfucker]

“yes, my car is fuckable, okay??”

[meanhoeforcb97]

Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

Words: 3.3k

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my  babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

[the-fiction-witch]

I like boys too p2

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER (MALE)

RATING SMUT AF

P2 Because tumblr wouldn't let me post it as one because it's too long

"I love it" I groaned 

"Yeah I do too" he smirked getting faster, the bed creaking and sqeeking with his every movement, I was so close feeling so an amazing feeling inside me he slapped my ass hard every chance he got, and as he did one hard time I hit a brick wall, my cum spurting across the pillows and my stomach, feeling like a firecracker got set off in my cock, and then a whole new sensation erupting inside of me the two sensations hitting at the same time 

"uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Y/N!" I screamed my voice shredding as I did, collapsing on the pillow, but he didn't stop he go my faster letting me ride it out and mercilously continuing like I was his little fuck toy, and I loved it being drive so far into aftershock I was going crazy my eyes starting to blur and my moans didn't stop even if I couldn't make any sort of words. I get how girls fell now when guys keep going long after there done I understand now. I felt him hit deep inside me and suddenly stop everything, the only sounds our glass for breath and the little air con unit in the corner of the hotel room. He pulled back and say against the head board I would have moved but I didn't have the energy

"Fuck… your good"

"Not to bad yourself" 

"I'll give you one thing Benny, your a clean guy"

"Uhhhh?" I said a little confused as I managed to sit up 

"First time, and no mess. That's pretty good" he says "ohh you might like… stuggle for a day or two"

"What will I not be able to walk?" I smirked 

"Maybe" he smirked "I meant more as in you know… I was just in your ass?"

"Good point, I didn't think about that"

"You'll get use to it" he smirked moving closer to me and licking my cum of my stomach swallowing it all, he pulled back and slipped off the condom I couldn't help looking at it curiously "you ever tasted jizz before?" He asks 

"My own, once. I was a dumb teenager" I laughed

"Did you… want to?" He asked and I blushed a little but nodded he held it a moment letting some of the white gunk drop into his inner arm before he tried up the condom and threw it in the trash can, he offered his arm to me so I moved closer and gave it a lick, it tasted odd salty, watery, like egg whites a little bit. But I kinda liked it so I licked the rest up "good boy" he smirked "you wanna stay the night?" He asked 

"I would like to" I nodded so he fixed the bed up and I laid down beside him, still processing it all a little 

"Goodnight Benny"

"Night y/n" I smiled giving him a kiss before turning to try and get some sleep.

I woke up first y/n's arm around me a little, I pushed him off me a little and climbed out of bed desperate for a coffee, I couldn't see my jeans soon first sleepy glace I had no idea where they ended up last night I saw y/ns blue button down so I grabbed it slipping it on doing up a few buttons, it was big enough the back covered my butt and the front covered my dick, I rolled the sleaves up as they where again too large for me going and making a cup of coffee as I did I felt arms around me and kisses on my neck 

"Good morning" I smirked as I felt him leave a love bite on the crook of my neck 

"Morning Benny" he cooes 

"Morning y/n" I smiled turning my head to give his lips a kiss 

"You look so fucking hot in my clothes" he smirked running his hand down my body 

"Sure I do" I smirked 

"You look so fuckable this morning" he groans 

"Sure I do" I repeated 

"Did you have fun last night?" 

"I did" I smiled "alot of fun" 

"Your a pretty good fuck" he smirked picking me up and sitting me on the side again, I smirked seeing him stood in my jeans so I wrapped my arms around his neck "it's a shame"

"What is?"

"That your straight" 

"I never said I was straight" 

"Well you've only ever fucked girls"

"Except… Last night"

"So?"

"So?... I like boys too." I smirked pulling him to kiss me and wrapping my legs around him 

"Good, because…"

"Because what?"

"Because… I like you benny" he says I was in shock but I couldn't help but blush

"I like you too y/n" I smiled pulling him to kiss me giving him a tight cuddle 

"Did you maybe… wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Id love to be your boyfriend" I blushed 

"Benny?"

"Yeah y/n?"

"You said last night your going back to new york this morning?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you stay? For breakfast?" He asked 

"I'd love to" I smiled "I mean I kinda have to, can't leave my boyfriend all alone after last night" I smirked "uhh y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you… come to new york?" 

"What?"

"Can you come to new york? With me?"

"I'd love to benny" he smiled 

I yawned a little sleepy, I need another coffee. I glanced over to see who else was waiting at the bar for tables at breakfast and I saw towens and his boyfriend.

"Morning" I smiled 

"Ohh morning watts. Your in a better mood this morning" 

"Yeah, I had a good night" I laughed "you guys okay?"

"Yeah we're good" towens smiled

"We where talking about you at dinner actually, if you want a have a nice single girl friend now far from you" his boyfriend smiled 

"Thanks but… I'm good" I laughed as I saw y/n so I gave him an wave he came over pulling me into his side and giving my lips a kiss 

"Hey baby" he smirked 

"Hey sugar" I smiled back 

"Breakfast?"

"Just waiting for the table"

"Good boy" 

"Uhhhh hi" towens laughed

"Hey," y/n smiled 

"Awwwww we can go in double dates" his boyfriend smiled 

"Yeah, that'll be fun" I smiled just the bar called a table for towens and his boyfriend so they waves hs goodbye as they went off to breakfast 

"Still hungry? After this morning baby?"

"Ravionous darling" I smirked "you packed up?"

"All done"

"I'll bring the car around after breakfast' I smiled 

"Okay cowboy" he smirked taking my hat and putting it on his own head 

"we'll head off to new york then" I rolled my eyes and 

"For how long?"

"For as long as you wanna stay y/n" I smiled giving him a kiss just then they called us a table 

"Come in let's get to breakfast, maybe we can fit another one in before we head down to the car" he smirked 

"Ummmm… yes master" I growled

"Good boy" he smirked slapping my butt and pushing us forward to go get breakfast

[gotmilk5101520]

Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 7 To Catch a Changeling

How to catch a changeling for idiots.

“All right”

“Do your worst”

The Sword of Daylight. A weapon to kill trolls and cutting watermelon.

“What is this mockery?” Me seeing stupid shit.

“You want to take it for a spin?”

*Cries in Troll*

Yeah, no one will notice.

“Ridiculous garment” Agree.

“Sorry. Draal was training Jim”

“Draal?” “Training?”

“Yeah, he sorta made a home in my basement to look out for the place”

“Of course. When a troll is defeated in combat, it’s completely natural for them to take refuge in the victor’s domicile” So, this happened before?

And it’s gone.

“It was, eh... It was out of focus, and i did forget to turn on the flash” Once again, i went back.

And the flash was on.

Have some Jim is done with this bushigal face.

“I’ve not left the Heartstone in a century” This is what it’s like to be force to go somewhere, cause they say it’ll be worth it. But it’s really not. Wow Vendel is becoming the most relatable character in this series.

“I hate conspiracies”

“That is why i am dedicated to rooting them out” If Trump hired Blinky to root out all the conspiracies of him Blinky will end up making them worse for Trump. #LetTrumphireBlinky

“If it’s everyone, it must be a conspiracy!” I would say Donald Trump, but that would be insult to Blinky.

“Later”

“Oh, no. Claire”

“Claire? A changeling?” Changeling Claire au.

“No. When i thought i was gonna die, i wrote Claire a letter, too, and told her everything”

“Everything?’

“Everything” And what is this “Everything” you speak of? What did you write?

“There you are!” Mission: Avoid Claire. Mission Fail.

“You didn’t run into Miss. Janeth yet, did you?”

“Is she mad i couldn’t make rehearsal yesterday?

“Something kinda came up”

“Heh heh” Good of the episode to put flashbacks in for me, so i don’t have to do it myself. Also Jim implies that last episode happened yesterday (Out of universe, yeah it did) But i thought about it and today would be Monday, and yesterday was Sunday. Jim and Draal’s fight happened on a school day meaning that it was Friday. Jim and Toby getting arrested and Jim making the letters were on a Thursday, and Jim and Toby finding out about Nomura was a Wednesday. And then the school trip to the museum was a Tuesday.

“Steve filled in. That’s what understudies are for, right?”

“Uh, you haven’t heard?

“Steve isn’t the understudy anymore. You are”

“She’s tired of you never showing up”

“So she made Steve Romeo. And trust me, Steve isn’t happy about it either”

“As i was saying, every algebraic equation requires balance”

“Not unlike, say, actors in an ensemble!”

“For instance”

“Every piece of this equation plays an important role”

“That is, unless variable X”

“is a zero”

“X has no role”

“X doesn’t show up”

“X lets the equation down”

“Then, the entire play-”

“I mean, equation- falls part!”

“It becomes impossible!”

“Mr. Lake”

“How would you solve this mathematical problem”

Yeah i’m at a lost.

“Promoting Steve to Romeo wasn’t your idea. Plus, he’s been trying to leave” “Tell me about it. After class he told me off. Steve told me off. Steve. Of all people”

“And, honestly, i’d rather be on stage with you”

I’ve seen that face before. Marinette made that face, too, when Adrien touched her shoulder at the end of The Evillustrator.

New meme template.

“So, we find another changeling”

“Stop saying that so loudly”

“Do you mind?”

“Whatever” Like i said, his name is Changeling.

“Ailment or curse?”

“Oi, numbskull! I;m supposed to answer it!”

“But i already did answer it” Wait are Rot and Gut like one troll sharing a body or no?

“You’re gonna need a gaggletack”

“Unfortunately, you see, we’re a bit short on those. Very hard to get”

“But i got a bag of them right here”

“What in the world? If you’ll excuse us for one moment”

“Ey, what are you doing? I’m trying to drive up the price over here”

“I thought we were trying to help these nice lads” Rot doesn’t understand Capitalism. Good boy.

“Gaggletack?”

“Rare artifact”

“Exceedingly rare. An object of great mystery”

“It’s a horseshoe”

“Made of pure iron”

“Why would you put such a precious thing on a horse’s foot?” Great, what other things are “Rare artifacts” to trolls?

“Beware. Changelings are swapped with their human counterparts at birth. So, it is likely these troll-pretenders have dwelt amongst you for decades”

“They could be anyone”

“Used car salesmen”

“Tax collectors”

“Television executives”

“Donald Trump”

“Yes, especially Donald Trump”

Nope.

Nope.

“Shall i hear more, or shall i speak-”

“Steve!”

“Hey! Who did that? And can i leave the play now?” “No”

Another new meme template.

Nope, nope, and nope.

“You, uh, try this out on Mr. Strickler?”

“Come on. You really think he is one?”

Yes.

So close.

“Here you go, Mr. Strickler. Here’s your horseshoe back”

“Thank you, Miss. Nunez, but that belongs to Mr. Lake”

“Oh. Well that would explain the flying horseshoes” Wait “Flying horseshoes”? You mean Claire noticed the horseshoe that hit Steve earlier?

“So not going to ask” Jim should look on the bright side of this. Claire touched the gaggletack, that means she’s not a changeling, and that the real reason she invited him to her house was not to secretly kill him. Oh wait. That’s not till later.

“Claire” “Still here” When people forget you’re here too. Trust me, i know that feeling.

“You’re still coming home with me, right?”

“Oh, right!”

“Claire and i are gonna go too her house... for math stuff”

Toby is surprised by how that escalated quickly. And it’s not even the second half of season 1 yet.

Series creator, director of The Shape of Water, and the man that said “Monster Fucker Rights” Guillermo Del Toro. Voicing a dentist.

“For the glory of Merlin”

“Daylight is mine to make babies ogle”

“He really likes you” Jim would be a great dad. Wink wink Claire. Wink wink.

“Wonder what he’s thinking about right now” “No idea what’s going through my brothers mind right now” “I’m going to get kidnapped next episode and you will never see me again for a long time. Goo goo”

‘Wow, this novocaine you numbed my mouth with is really strong”

“I can’t even feel my hands”

“That’s because i didn’t inject you with novocaine, dear”

“I hit you up with a potent paralyzer”

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, it’s not everyday someone comes in with a gaggletack” The moment i saw this.

“Why don’t i take that, sweetie? It’s not very hygienic” I knew she was a changeling.

“See, the equation only contains powers of X that are non-negative integers”

“Does that makes sense”

“Is it supposed to?”

“Nah. That’s why it’s called algebra” Algebra never makes sense. It makes Kingdom Hearts make sense. #ReplacealgebrawithKingdomHearts

“I realized you’ve got a lot more going on than people think”

“I do”

“I do?” You may now kiss the bride. Okay guys, Jim and Claire are married.

“You can’t just write a letter like this and not expect a conversation. If you had written something like “I’ve most likely been slaughtered by a troll” I would’ve said: Understandable, have a nice day” “Wait, really?” “No! You are lucky, you’re cute and everything” “I... Uh... It’s... Wait what?” “Nothing”

“You have to battle monsters?”

“Saving the world in which we know? What monsters are you battling? Are they fuckable?” “Well- Wait what?” “Uh... What monsters are you battling?”

Have some Claire being done with her (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) boyfriend’s bushigal.

“I mean, we all have stuff we’ve got to go through”

“But are you in some kind of trouble?”

“I... Yeah! Metaphoric”

“I was...”

“In an exploring stage”

“Not successful” Let it be known that Claire thinks Jim has depression, if not suicidal tendencies. And i did not get this from the wiki or TvTropes.

“There’s some sentimental stuff at the end which i thought was... kinda sweet” Umm. Can we read the full letter? I want to know what he said.

“Really?”

“If you ever need someone to talk to about “the monsters” you can talk to me”

“It can be our secret” Yeah. There are going to be a lot of secrets you two will be sharing. Also, you two could’ve kissed here as well. But whatever you tried i guess.

“Halt, changeling!”

“Or else my giant friend will tear you limb from limb!”

“Maybe later” These things always happens.

“Oh, it burns!”

“Oh, it’s just a painting” Paintings don’t kill trolls confirm.

Huh. After an entire episode of using it on everyone, and making me think it didn’t work, it actually does work.

“What’s that?” “Laughing gas”

*Laughs in Troll*

“Laughs in Troll*

“Hello? Wait how did you get my number?”

“Hey! What’s up, Nunez?”

“Hey Colby”

“Someone named Woby?” Claire can’t remember Toby’s name.

“Fighting monsters again?”

“Who are you, Jim Lake” Claire is getting sus.

Imagine walking into this.

“Perish, you worm!” “Wait, before you kill me, i have something to ask. You know Nomura, right?” “Yes” “Well she has a history with a troll named Draal. Do you know what their history is?” “No, this is the first time i’m hearing about it” “Oh, okay. Thank you. You can die now” “You’re welcome. Wait what?”

“Do you have some magic artifact that can clean this mess?”

“Yes. I believe it’s called a Tobias” Translation: “Clean it yourself”

“It appears Nomura has gotten her way”

“Another changeling has been chosen”

“And look who it is” “Enrich? Enquran? Enquin?” “Oh, for the love of. It says Enrique!” “Oh. Who’s that?” “Claire Nunez’s little brother!” “Which one is Claire again?” “The one you haven’t met!” “Well no wonder i don’t know who that is. I never met them”

Anyone is a changeling. Maybe i’m a changeling.

So who’s the worst babysitter? Jim or Marinette?

[regrettablemeasure]

THAT BEING SAID, heres my list of criticisms for CP2077 so far because i’m not just blindly praising it. under a readmore for a few spoilers, one major character spoiler so if you’re playing don’t read this until youre finished with act 1

this isnt bringing into the account of the criticisms console players are talking about bc im on PC, but i completely agree with frustrated console players about launch being a mess.

the fact that they cut you being able to take jackie with you to go meet with meredith is really frustrating. i wonder if they lost time and it broke something because it was in the gameplay demo from a while back.

on the same vein, t-bugs ‘death’ was so sudden and fast that i didn’t even register it as her supposedly dying until v brings it up later in the level. i thought she had just gotten hurt and booted from the program. if she’s actually dead i’m going to be incredibly disappointed and its going to be one of my few genuine sour notes on the game.

the romances are laughably inserted and shouldn’t have even been part of marketing in my opinion. from my understanding it looks like they’re all sidequests and there’s only like four of them total anyways. dont bother if your v isnt into one of the two options they have and just pretend youre kissin whoever you want lol

takemuras introduction was amazing but i feel like i missed a dialog somewhere that explained why he ended up getting chased by arasaka so fast after the events of act 1. i know his motivation but am a little confused about whats going on.

in the same vein, some optional dialog choices don’t actually feel optional if you don’t want to feel like you’re missing context for whats going on. i don’t mean this in a lore way, i mean this in a basic narrative way. 

i like that v clearly has their own personality that you kinda tweak and manipulate through your own actions, like with geralt in the witcher series. however i completely understand if people were lead to believe they’d be getting COMPLETE FREEDOM and are let down by the reality of V being a slightly less mailable character. as someone who likes witcher and the dragon age and mass effect series i’m okay with my oc having a pre-ordained personality but marketing could easily have misled people to believe otherwise and thats a totally valid complaint.

i love jackie to DEATH and hes one of the most likable videogame characters ever. however i do wonder sometimes if he suffers from ‘bilingual people don’t talk like that’ syndrome. it can get kinda muddy given how translators work in this universe.

in the same vein i think some of the calls for the game being transphobic or misogynist are overblown but i feel like part of it is the game might not be properly relaying that the overly sexual, violent, objectifying advertisements in 2077 is actually part of the lore and not CD trying to be cheeky ala Saints Row. Its a crit on consumerism and how desensitized the populace of the future gets to hatred, violence, and sex that it has to be overblown to the point of ludicracy. it might not translate for someone who hasn’t taken the time to look into the lore or familarize themselves with the vibe of the series before picking up the game. YES it is incredibly gritty and dark, but thats the point. However I think that fact needed to be communicated better because it just won’t be palatable for some people. Its stuff like this that makes me think we really need content warnings ALA fanfic for... all media, really. its a good idea. i could see the ‘fuckable piece of meat’ line being genuinely terrifying for some people and it comes out of nowhere. I like dark media and content but i don’t know if the game properly conveys beforehand that this is a BLEAK. world. BLEAK. 

i also think, unfortunately, its clear the team was crunched and ran out of time for a lot of things they wanted to add into the game. i feel like tying gender to v’s voice was the most elegant solution they had considering all of the voicelines in game. not saying it’s the best solution, but i’m glad they did that rather than tie it to body type or genetalia.

that being said i wish you could have a biotic pussy or dick in this game just bc that would be some cool transhumanism. same in general i wish you could replace limbs or eventually get more cyberware options that changed how you look.

I’m glad they’re gonna fix the epilepsy trigger but I’m also surprised and disappointed no one caught that might be a problem earlier on. I wonder what play testing was like.

Also glad the dev team isnt going to be treated like the new vegas team and they’re getting their bonus regardless of the game’s review score. that’s some stupid bullshit but every publisher does that shit unfortunately.

the fact you cant change your makeup, cybernetics, or hair after the start is dumb and i hope they fix that.

the c key being for crouching AND skipping dialogue is inelegant to say the least. you can fix it in settings for skipping dialogue to be ‘hold c’ but it shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place.

ai definitely wasnt finished and it shows. largely in how theres clearly no AI driving and how cops feel half-implimented.

managing stash is CONFUSING. so is the hacking minigame until you get used to it.

it is a LITTLE apparent that you’re going to go into Cutscene Time because characters tell you to sit somewhere specific. However once you’re in those locked scenes the game is still super immersive and beautiful so it’s not too bad.

i don’t understand why youd buy a car when you have one already and a motorcycle but i’ll still probably shop around for funsies

combat definitely feels floaty but ive played bethesda games and nothing can be as bad as those so its fine for me.

i know there’s more but thats what i have so far. I’m having a great time but those are my Thots.

[96harmony96]

Chapter 4 part 1

It took an endless moment to realize jauregui and I were still alone in the room, that the voice I’d heard had come through a speaker. Jauregui stood at the far end of the sofa, flushed and scowling, her chest heaving. Her tie was loosened and the fly of her slacks strained against a very impressive erection.

I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work.

“Christ.” she shoved both hands through her hair. “It’s the middle of the fucking day. In my goddamn fucking office!”

I got to my feet and tried to straighten my appearance.

“Here.” she came to me, yanking my skirt up again.Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled up and back into the armrest, yanking down my skirt.

“…two o’clock appointment is here.”

Furious at what I’d almost let happen when I should be at work, I smacked at her hands. “Stop it. Leave me alone.”

“Shut up, Camila,” she said grimly, catching the hem of my black silk blouse and tugging it into place, adjusting it so that the buttons once again formed a straight row between my breasts. Then she pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. “Fix your ponytail.”

Jauregui retrieved her coat, shrugging into it before adjusting her tie. We reached the door at the same time and when I crouched to fetch my purse, she lowered with me.

she caught my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Hey,” she said softly. “You okay?”

My throat burned. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I’d never in my life lost my mind like that. And I hated that I’d done so with her, a woman whose approach to sexual intimacy was so clinical it depressed me just thinking about it.

I jerked my chin away. “Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful and fuckable. I want you so badly it hurts. I’m dangerously close to taking you back to the couch and making you come ’til you beg me to stop.”

“Can’t accuse you of being silver-tongued,” I muttered, aware that I wasn’t offended. In fact, the rawness of her hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from her. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine.

Jauregui stood with me. “I’ll be done by five. I’ll come get you then.”

“No, you won’t. This doesn’t change anything.”

“The hell it doesn’t.”

“Don’t be arrogant, Jauregui. I lost my head for a second, but I still don’t want what you want.”

Her fingers curled around the door handle. “Yes, you do. You just don’t want it the way I want to give it to you. So, we’ll revisit and revise.”

More business. Cut-and-dried. My spine stiffened.

I set my hand over her and yanked on the handle, ducking under her arm to squeeze out the door. Her secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Jauregui. I heard her speak behind me.

“Scott will show you into my office. I’ll be just a moment.”

she caught me by reception, her arm crossing my lower back to grip my hip. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away.

she stood calmly and hit the call button. “Five o’clock, Camila.”

I stared at the lighted button. “I’m busy.”

“Tomorrow, then.”

“I’m busy all weekend.”

Stepping in front of me, she asked tightly, “With whom?”

“That’s none of your—”

Her hand covered my mouth. “Don’t. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a woman who’s easily deterred.”

Her face was hard, her gaze narrowed and determined. I shivered. I wasn’t sure I’d win a battle of wills withLauren jauregui.

Swallowing, I waited until she lowered her hand and said, “I think we both need to cool off. Take a couple days to think.”

she persisted. “Monday after work.”

The elevator arrived and I stepped into it. Facing her, I countered, “Monday lunch.”

We’d have only an hour, a guaranteed escape.

Just before the doors closed, shesaid, “We’re going to happen, Camila.”

It sounded as much like a threat as a promise.

___

“Don’t sweat it, Camila,” Mark said, when I arrived at my desk nearly a quarter after two. “You didn’t miss anything. I had a late lunch with Mr. Leaman. I just barely got back myself.”

“Thank you.” No matter what he said, I still felt terrible. My kick-ass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago.

We worked steadily until five, discussing a fast-food client and contemplating some possible tweaks to ad copy for a chain of organic grocery stores.

“Talk about strange bedfellows,” Mark had teased, not knowing how apt that was in regard to my personal life.

I’d just shut down my computer and was pulling my purse out of the drawer when my phone rang. I glanced at the clock, saw it was exactly five, and considered ignoring the call because I was technically done for the day.

But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly-long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. “Mark Garrity’s—”

“Camila honey. Richard says you forgot your cell phone at his office.”

I exhaled in a rush and sagged back into my chair. I could picture the handkerchief wringing that usually accompanied that particular anxious tone of my mother’s. It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. “Hi, Mom. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m lovely. Thank you.” My mom had a voice that was both girlish and breathy, like Marilyn Monroe crossed with Scarlett Johansson. “Clancy dropped your phone off with the concierge at your place. You really shouldn’t go anywhere without it. You never know when you might need to call for someone—”

I’d been debating the logistics of just keeping the phone and forwarding calls to a new number I didn’t share with my mom, but that wasn’t my biggest concern. “What does Dr. Petersen say about you tracing my phone?”

The silence on the other end of the line was telling. “Dr. Petersen knows I worry about you.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I said, “I think it’s time for us to have another joint appointment, Mom.”

“Oh…of course. He did mention that he’d like to see you again.”

Probably because he suspects you’re not being forthcoming. I changed the subject. “I really like my new job.”

“That’s wonderful, Camila! Is your boss treating you well?”

“Yes, he’s great. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

“Is he handsome?”

I smiled. “Yes, very. And he’s taken.”

“Damn it. The good ones always are.” she laughed and my smile widened.

I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow at the advocacy dinner.”

Sinuhe Cabello Barker Mitchell Stanton was in her element at society functions, a gilded shining beauty who’d never lacked male attention in her life.

“Let’s make a day of it,” my mom said breathlessly. “You, me, and Cary. We’ll go to the spa, get pretty and polished. I’m sure you could use a massage after working so hard.”

“I won’t turn one down, that’s for sure. And I know Cary will love it.”

“Oh, I’m excited! I’ll send a car by your place around eleven?”

“We’ll be ready.”

After I hung up, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, needing a hot bath and an orgasm. If Lauren Jauregui somehow found out I masturbated while thinking about her, I didn’t care. Being sexually frustrated was weakening my position, a weakness I knew she wouldn't be sharing. No doubt she’d have a preapproved orifice lined up before day’s end.

As I swapped out my heels for my walking shoes, my phone rang again. My mother was rarely distracted for long. The five minutes since we’d ended our call was just about the right length of time for her to realize the cell phone issue hadn’t been resolved. Once again, I debated ignoring the phone, but I didn’t want to take any of the day’s crap home with me.

I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch.

“I’m still thinking about you.”

The velvet rasp of jauregui's voice flooded me with such relief I realized I’d been hoping to hear it again. Today.

God. The craving was so acute I knew she’d become a drug to my body, the prime source of some very intense highs.

“I can still feel you, camila. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You’ve got the advantage, state your demands.”

“Ah,” I murmured. “Lemme think.”

I let her wait, smiling as I remembered Cary’s comment about blue balls. “Hmm…Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk. When you see me on Monday you’ll be totally over it and your life will return to its usual obsessive-compulsive order.”

The creak of leather sounded over the phone and I imagined her leaning back in her desk chair. “That was your one free pass, Camila. The next time you insult my intelligence, I’ll take you over my knee.”

“I don’t like that sort of thing.” And yet the warning, given in that voice, aroused me. Dark and Dangerous for sure.

“We’ll discuss. In the interim, tell me what you do like.”

I stood. “You definitely have the voice for phone sex, but I’ve got to go. I have a date with my vibrator.”

I should’ve hung up then, to gain the full effect of the brush-off, but I couldn’t resist learning if he’d gloat like I had imagined she would. Plus, I was having fun with her.

“Oh, Camila.” Jauregui spoke my name in a decadent purr. “You’re determined to drive me to my knees, aren’t you? What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B.O.B.?”

I ignored both questions as I slung my bag and purse over my shoulder, grateful she couldn't see how my hand shook. I was not discussing Battery Operated Boyfriends withLauren Jauregui. I’d never discussed masturbation openly with a woman or man, let alone a woman who was for all intents and purposes a stranger to me. “B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding—when we’re done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn’t me. Good night, Lauren.”

I was so grateful to be home after the day I’d had that I practically danced through my apartment’s front door. My heartfelt “God, it’s good to be home!” and accompanying spin was vehement enough to startle the couple on the couch.

“Oh,” I said, wincing at my own silliness. Cary wasn’t in a compromising position with his guest when I barged in, but they’d been sitting close enough to suggest intimacy.

Grudgingly, I thought of Lauren Jauregui, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine. I’d had one-night stands and friends with benefits, and no one knew better than I that sex and making love were two very different things, but I didn’t think I’d ever be able to view sex like a handshake. I thought it was sad that Jauregui did, even though she wasn't a person who inspired pity or sympathy.

“Hey, baby girl,” Cary called out, pushing to his feet. “I was hoping you’d make it back before Trey had to leave.”

“I have class in an hour,” Trey explained, rounding the coffee table as I dropped my bag on the floor and put my purse on a barstool at the breakfast bar. “But I’m glad I got to meet you before I left.”

“Me, too.” I shook the hand he extended to me, taking him in with a quick glance. He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point.

“Mind if I grab a glass of wine?” I asked. “It’s been a long day.”

“Go for it,” Trey replied.

“I’ll take one, too.” Cary joined us by the breakfast bar. He was wearing loose-fitting black jeans and an off-the-shoulder black sweater. The look was casual and elegant, and did a phenomenal job of offsetting his dark brown hair and emerald eyes.

I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle.

Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured.

The phone rang and I grabbed the handset off the wall. “Hello?”

“Hey, Camila? It’s Parker Smith.”

“Parker, hi.” I leaned my hip into the counter. “How are you?”

“I hope you don’t mind my calling. Your stepdad gave me your number.”

Gah. I’d had enough of Stanton for one day. “Not at all. What’s up?”

“Honestly? Everything’s looking up right now. Your stepdad is like my fairy godfather. He’s funding a few safety improvements to the studio and some much-needed upgrades. That’s why I’m calling. The studio’s going to be out of commission for the rest of the week. Classes will resume next Monday.”

I closed my eyes, struggling to tamp down a flare of exasperation. It wasn’t Parker’s fault that Stanton and my mom were overprotective control freaks. Clearly they didn’t see the irony of defending me while I was surrounded by people trained to do that very thing. “Sounds good. I can’t wait. I’m really excited to be training with you.”

“I’m excited, too. I’m going to work you hard, Camila. Your parents are going to get their money’s worth.”

I set a filled glass in front of Cary and took a big gulp out of my own. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy. But again, that wasn’t Parker’s fault. “No complaints here.”

“We’ll get started first thing next week. Your driver has the schedule.”

“Great. See you then.” I hung up and caught the glance Trey shot Cary when he thought neither of us was looking. It was soft and filled with a sweet yearning, and it reminded me that my problems could wait. “I’m sorry I caught you on the way out, Trey. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? I’d love to do more than say hi and bye.”

“I have class.” He gave me a regretful smile and shot another side-glance at Cary. “But I could come by on Tuesday.”

“That’d be great.” I smiled. “We could order in and have a movie night.”

“I’d like that.”

I was rewarded with the kiss Cary blew me as he headed to the door to show Trey out. When he returned to the kitchen he grabbed his wine and said, “All right. Spill it, Camila. You looked stressed.”

“I am,” I agreed, grabbing the bottle and moving into the living room.

“It’sLauren Jauregui, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. But I don’t want to talk about her.” Although Lauren’s pursuit was exhilarating, hier goal sucked. “Let’s talk about you and Trey instead. How did you two meet?”

“I ran across him on a job. He’s working part time as a photographer’s assistant. Sexy, isn’t he?” His eyes were bright and happy. “And a real gentleman. In an old-school way.”

“Who knew there were any of those left?” I muttered before polishing off my first glass.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry, Cary. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography?”

“Veterinary medicine.”

“Wow. That’s awesome.”

“I think so, too. But forget about Trey for a minute. Talk about what’s bugging you. Get it out.”

I sighed. “My mom. she found out about my interest in Parker’s studio and now she’s freaking out.”

“What? How’d she find out? I swear I haven’t told anyone.”

“I know you didn’t. Never even crossed my mind.” Grabbing the bottle off the table, I refilled my glass. “Get this. She’s been tracking my cell phone.”

Cary’s brows rose. “Seriously? That’s…creepy.”

“I know, right? That’s what I told Stanton, but he doesn’t want to hear it.”

“Well, hell.” He ran a hand through his long bangs. “So what do you do?”

“Get a new phone. And meet with Dr. Petersen to see if he can’t talk some sense into her.”

“Good move. Turn it over to her shrink. So…is everything okay with your job? Do you still love it?”

“Totally.” My head fell back into the sofa cushions and my eyes closed. “My work and you are my lifesavers right now.”

What about the young hottie bazillionaire who wants to nail you? Come on, Camila. You know I’m dying here. What happened?”

I told him, of course. I wanted his take on it all. But when I finished, he was quiet. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip.

“Cary? What are you thinking?”

“I’m feeling kind of hot from that story.” He laughed and the warm, richly masculine sound swept a lot of my irritation away. “sHe’s got to be so confused right now. I would’ve paid money to see her face when you hit her with that bit she wanted to spank you over.”

“I can’t believe she said that.” Just remembering Jauregui’s voice when she made that threat had my palms damp enough to leave steam on my glass. “What the hell is she into?”

“Spanking’s not deviant. Besides, she was going for missionary on the couch, so she’s not averse to the basics.” He fell into the couch, a brilliant smile lighting up his handsome face. “You’re a huge challenge to a girl who obviously thrives on them. And she’s willing to make concessions to have you, which I’d bet she’s not used to. Just tell her what you want.”

I split the last of the wine between us, feeling marginally better with a bit of alcohol in my veins. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? “We’re totally incompatible.”

“Is that what you call what happened on her couch?”

“Cary, come on. Boil it down. shepicked me up off the lobby floor, and then asked me to fuck. That’s really it. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that. Hey, what’s your name? Come here often? Who’s your friend? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here?”

“All right, all right. I get it.” He set his glass down on the table. “Let’s go out. Hit a bar. Dance ’til we drop. Maybe meet some guys who’ll talk you up some.”

“Or at least buy me a drink.”

“Hey, Lauregui offered you one of those in her office.”

I shook my head and stood. “Whatever. Let me take a shower and we’ll go.”