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celandeline · 2 months

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Because We’re Doing This For the Thrill of It

Farleigh x Reader SMUT, sequel to Not Your Boyfriend, Baby, tw for cheating and being cheated on, you know the deal

part one

Felix’s hands on your hips keep you pressed to him as you dance, your back pressed against his chest as you dance, the music pounding through the club keeping time with your heartbeat. The smell of sweat, vodka and cigarettes invades your nostrils, but you’re too drunk to care about the stench, too focused on the scene in front of you.

It’s been two weeks since you fucked Farleigh, and you don’t think his eyes have left you for more than a few seconds the whole time.

India grinds against Farleigh, one hand wound up around his neck for leverage as she clumsily dances, eyes closed. You couldn’t care less about her. Your eyes are locked on Farleigh’s, the green/blue lights of the club painting him in unusual colors, making him all the more entrancing to look at. The top few buttons of his shirt hang open, and you can see where some of India’s body glitter has rubbed off on him, catching the light and reflecting it away. He lazily dances, that perpetual air of boredom hanging around him even in the midst of the club - you get the sense that he’s just humoring India for something to do at this point. After all, he hasn’t even spared her a glance in the past five songs.

You smile at him as you dance, wishing that it was his hands on your hips instead of Felix’s - but at the same time, this is fun too. Watching him watch you, knowing that he couldn’t care less about the girl that he’s with. Knowing that he’s thinking the same things about you. It’s intoxicating - more so than the green tea shots you’ve been downing.

Felix leans down, his nose dipping into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy. A bead of sweat drips from his face onto you, and you tip your head back onto his shoulder, eyes still locked on Farleigh. You watch him wrap his lips around a cigarette as Felix’s voice booms in your ear.

“Come do a line with me?”

You nod against his skin, and let him steer you off the dancefloor, through the crowd and towards the bathrooms at the back of the club, leaving the rest of your group on the dancefloor. You toss a look over your shoulder as Felix takes your hand, and find Farleigh again. He smiles around his cigarette as you throw him a gaudy wink before the crowd shifts and you lose him from your sight.

Felix leads the way, tugging you along behind him until you reach a quiet corner of the club near the very back. You grin up at him as he digs out a little baggy from his pocket and hold up your forearm for him to shake a line out on. His eyes meet yours as he runs his nose along your skin, the cocaine disappearing and a line of goosebumps rising in its wake. He inhales sharply, blinking a few times as he scrunches up his nose. “Here.”

He passes the baggy to you and holds out the palm of his hand. You shake out a line and quickly hoover it up, almost nuzzling into Felix’s palm as you do. He always offers you the palm of his hand for that reason you think - he likes to watch you eat out of it. He likes to watch everyone eat out of it. He gets off on being a white knight - you’ve seen it a million times.

You hand the little baggy back and watch him tuck it back in his pocket, his pupils already starting to dilate as the coke sinks in. You watch him watch you, and you can see in his eyes what he’s about to do before he does it, so it’s no surprise when he roughly grabs you by the jaw and kisses you, too much teeth and tongue to be really loving in any sense of the word.

It’s nothing like how Farleigh kissed you. Farleigh kissed you like he loves you. You bite Felix back.

He laughs when he pulls away, and grabs you by the hand again to drag you back to the dancefloor. You follow along in his wake as the crowd parts for him until you’re back where you started. India and Annabel pull Felix back into the throng, smiling up at him with that familiar hunger in their eyes as he lets go of your hand in exchange for theirs. You let Felix’s sweaty palm slide out of yours without protest. Let them have him - your eyes scan past Jack and Oliver as you look for who you really want to be here with.

He finds you first, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around to drop down to his knees, comedically sexy, holding onto your hand for leverage as he shakes his ass. You laugh, even though you can only barely hear yourself above the music, and he stands back up grinning at you, cigarette trailing smoke like a halo around his head. He doesn’t let go of your hand as you start to dance. He keeps it friendly, just in case Felix glances over, which you appreciate. To the common observer, you’re nothing but friends.

The way he looks at you is anything but friendly.

Playfully, you pluck Farleigh’s cigarette out from between his fingers and tuck it between your lips, a pseudo-kiss. He watches you take a long drag, and bats away the smoke that you blow into his face with a dry smile before he steals the cigarette back. Still dancing, you spin around, facing the rest of the group again.

The first thing you see is India’s hand skirting up Felix’s shirt and the way her eyes are half-lidded as she looks up at him. He doesn’t seem to care too much though - he’s too busy swapping spit with Annabel, his tongue bullying its way into her mouth. Your lips curl in disgust before you can stop them - you really hope that's not what it looks like when he kisses you.

Maybe it’s the vodka, maybe it's the coke, maybe it’s the culmination of the months of watching him do this to you, but you’re really not in the mood to just let it slide tonight. You’re standing not even two meters away - he can’t think you wouldn’t have noticed? You turn back around to Farleigh, and grab his hand, tugging him back towards where you and Felix had hidden away before. He doesn’t protest, his eyes flicking between India and you before he follows along.

The crowd doesn’t part as easily for you as it had for Felix, so it takes you longer to find your way back into the recesses of the club, amidst the more debaucherous partygoers - you breeze past a couple very obviously about to fuck against the wall, a group of people gathered around a table taking turns doing lines and a girl in tears as she storms away from the bathrooms with her phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear. Pushing past them all you pull open the door to the mensroom and pull Farleigh inside.

He grins at you, obviously amused. “Someone’s pissed.”

You roll your eyes, and push open the door to the stall at the very end of the row. “You wanna fuck or not?”

Farleigh raises his hands in surrender, and walks into the stall, still grinning. You follow him in, and slide the lock into place behind you, even though you’re fairly confident you’ll be uninterrupted. If it were the women's room you’d chosen, there would be no way in hell you could get away with this - too many drunk girls crying in the mirror - but the mens room is blissfully empty. Farleigh still looks like he’s about to laugh.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You say, pushing him against the wall and starting on the buttons of his shirt, picking up where India left off.

“I’m sorry.” He says, not really sounding sorry at all. “It’s just - you said that you didn’t care about the cheating, but it looks like-”

“I don’t.” You insist. And you don’t in the sense that you couldn’t care less about Felix being faithful. He’s never going to hurt your feelings by choosing someone else over you when the only reason you’re with him in the first place is to live off of his excesses free of charge. But you care in the sense that he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. He wasn’t even two meters away from you with his tongue down Annabel's throat. He surely can’t think you’re that fucking stupid.

“It seems like you do.” Farleigh slips his hand under the hem of your dress, pushing the glittery fabric up until it’s above your hips. He trails a finger under the lace band of your underwear, playing with the elastic.

“He was not even two fucking meters away.” You say, undoing Farleigh’s belt, and then moving to the button of his trousers. “It’s like he thinks I’m actually stupid.”

“I thought that was what you wanted?” He teases. “I mean, I thought that was the point of pretending that you don’t know he’s cheating on you.”

You push Farleigh’s trousers down his legs, and start to palm him through his boxers. “There’s a line.” You say. “Like, yes, I want him to think I’m a little stupid so he doesn’t figure out that I don’t actually like him, but this is just insulting. I’m not blind.”

He tips his head back against the wall, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you work him to full hardness over his boxers. You take the opportunity to attach yourself to his neck, kissing over the same spots you had before, renewing the mostly faded marks. You never asked him if India noticed - or if she cared. Judging by the way she was dancing on him earlier, it didn’t even register. Not that she has room to talk really, with how she was feeling up Felix in front of you.

“Why do you care anyway?” You ask against his neck. “Me being pissed at Felix is a good thing for you.”

“Why do I care if you’re upset?” He drawls, sarcastic, looking down at you. “Beats me.”

The implication hangs heavy in the air, and you pull back from his neck to look up at him. “Farleigh.” When you’d joked about it two weeks ago, when you fucked, it was just that - joking. You didn’t think he actually cared about you as anything more than friends-

He leans down to kiss you - soft, tender - everything that Felix isn’t. Your hands wander to his hips, and then up the sides of his stomach, trailing your nails along his skin to make him shiver. You slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, his fingers dipping beneath the band of your underwear to push them down your legs. You step out of one side, and let them hang on your ankle.

When he pulls back, a string of spit dangles between your lips. You can’t tell if it’s yours or his. His pupils are blown wide, and he looks at you in the way that Felix used to when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. It makes something flutter in your stomach - something you haven’t felt in a really long time.

He starts to say something, but you stop him, scared that it might be too vulnerable, too tender. Tracing your finger along the column of his throat, you drop your voice into a sultry whisper. “Fuck me against this wall Farleigh.”

You see him twitch in his boxers as he shuffles you around so that your back is up against the cinderblocks. He dips a hand into his waistband to pull his dick out, a bead of precum already collected at the tip. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he places his hands under your thighs, and work with him as he lifts you so that your hips meet his. The cinderblocks scratch the skin of your back that your dress doesn’t cover, but you don’t care - it barely registers, your body thrumming with the coke you did earlier and need.

You dip a hand down to find his cock and line it up, pressing the tip against your entrance. You watch his eyelids flutter at the simple touch, and smile. He tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder as he pushes in, and the moan that leaves his lips trickles right into your ear. The stretch doesn’t even burn this time, and pleasure shoots through you when he bottoms out, reaching that spot inside you that Felix can never seem to find. You let out a sigh, and press your lips to the side of his neck, tounging at the shell of his ear.

Farleigh gives a few experimental thrusts, readjusts his grip on you, and then begins to snap his hips against yours in the way that you’ve been craving since the first time you had him. You have no idea how India can still want Felix after having Farleigh - after having this. The way he pants and whines and groans as he fucks you makes the feeling a thousand times more potent, and you take the opportunity to wind a hand into his curls, tugging his head out of your neck so that you can look at him.

Lips still spit-slick from before, he presses them against yours hungrily. You swallow up his moans as soon as they leave his lips, trading them for your own as he forces choked little sounds out of you with each snap of his hips into yours. His fingers dig into the backs of your thighs like he’s trying to leave a bruise there on purpose. If you were more sober, you’d tell him off for it - but you can’t bring yourself to care. Felix wasn’t even two meters away when he’d stuck his tongue down Annabel's throat.

Farleigh pulls away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, watching his cock slide in and out of you. “Fuck.”

You cast your eyes down to follow his, and the sight makes you clench, causing Farleigh to groan, his eyes rolling up into his skull for a split second.

He drops his head back into your shoulder, leaning so that your chests are pressed together, breathing heavy. “Don’t do that, I’ll cum.”

“I want you to cum.” You say, running your fingers up and down his spine, savoring the feeling of his warm skin under your touch.

“Fuck.” He keens, mouthing at your shoulder. “You can’t just say-” He cuts himself off with a moan as you clench again - this time on purpose. “Stop. I want you to cum first, I came too quick last time.” He breathes, sounding absolutely debauched.

“Farleigh.” You clench again, not on purpose, as heat rushes through you. You busy yourself with pressing wet kisses against the side of his face and neck as he fucks you, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he wants you to cum first. He’s putting your pleasure before his, something Felix has never done - and likely will never do. You picked the wrong cousin. You’re sure of it now - even though being with Felix has elevated you to a status you could have never reached before.

Fuck.

Spurred on by the fact that he actually cares about your feelings, the coil of heat in your gut tightens. You grip onto his shoulders tighter, mouthing at his collarbone to try and ignore the fact that he cared when you seemed upset and that he wants you to cum first since he did last time is making you feel a particular way.

He doesn’t have to worry about making you cum first, because you do, muffling your moan into his shoulder as you tense in his grip, pleasure shooting through you, hot and tingly. “Farleigh-!”

He presses his lips to yours, muffling the moan that escapes from him as his thrusts lose their rhythm. You kiss him back with everything you have, and wind a hand into his hair, holding him close to you as he pants and whines as he cums, high pitched and breathy against your neck. “Oh fuck, fuck-” He keens. “Mm, you’re so good, you’re so good, love you-”

“Farleigh?”

The cold touch of death shoots up your spine as Felix’s voice rings through the bathroom. You hadn’t heard the door open, you have no idea how long he’s been standing there. Still panting, Farleigh lifts his face out of your shoulder, wide eyes locking with yours. Hurriedly, he pulls out, stuffing his softening dick back into his boxers and pulling his trousers back up his thighs. You slip your underwear back into place and push your dress down, strangely calm. You should be panicking - Farleigh’s panicking, you can see it - but you’re not. Startled, sure, but panicked? No. You’ve known this was going to happen eventually.

You slide the lock in the stall door, and pull it open, coming face to face with your boyfriend.

He’s pissed - brow drawn tight, mouth tilted down into a tight frown, nostrils flared like he’s ready to fight. “What the hell is all this then?” He says, glancing between you and Farleigh. His eyes fall on you. “You’re cheating on me with my own fucking cousin?!” His gaze shifts back up to Farleigh. “And you’re fucking my girl- I thought we were mates, Farleigh. Family. I can’t fucking-”

You cut him off with an incredulous laugh that echoes around the tiled room. “What can’t you fucking believe, Felix?” You say, the anger you felt from earlier coming back full force. “That I finally am cheating on you back?”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t look at you, his eyes still locked with Farleigh’s. He doesn’t even have the decency to be ashamed at all, too full of self-righteous anger to realize what a massive hypocrite he is. And you’re fucking sick of it.

Reaching up, you grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you, uncaring about the way your nails dig into the skin of his cheeks. He might be mad, but you’re enraged, filled with months of resentment like a thousand bullets.

“I’ve known the whole fucking time.” You spit. “You’re not slick, you know, but I let it slide because you’re Felix Catton and Felix does what he wants, whenever he wants to and never suffers the consequences.” You sing-song. “I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes when you asked me out.”

“Sue me for wanting to enjoy my university years.” He says. “It’s different-”

“How?” You cut him off, searching his eyes. “Because it doesn't seem different to me at all. To me, it seems like you can dish it out, but you can't take it.”

He exhales, anger steaming from his breath. “Fuck you.”

You mockingly pout, pulling him closer by the jaw. “What are you going to do, break up with me?” You taunt. “What then? Who’ll protect that golden good boy image you work so hard to curate for your parents? Golden good boy Felix needs a girlfriend, or else Mummy and Daddy will find one for him, right? Or are you finally going to come out to them as a slag?” You tilt your head, waiting for him to respond.

You know he won't do it - he uses you as a shield from his parents expectations, that was half the reason he asked you out in the first place. You keep them off his back, and in return you get to live the life of a rich girl. That’s the deal, and he cares too much about his end of the bargain to let you go.

He rips his face out of your hold, still scowling. He glances once more at Farleigh before angrily stalking away, the door to the bathroom slamming as he leaves.

You let out a long breath, expelling the last dredges of anger from your system before you turn around to face Farleigh. “I’m sorry for dragging you into-”

“I love you.”

He says it too loud, it bounces around the tiled room before it finds its way back to your ears. Your gut flutters. “Farleigh.” You say, pursing your lips.

He closes the distance between you, kissing you like he wants to go for another round. “I’ve had fantasies about calling Felix out for being a bitch for years - mm - and you - mm - he can’t even do anything back to you.”

“That doesn’t - ah - mean that you love me-”

“I can’t stand that you let him fuck you.” He confesses, backing you up against the wall again. You watch him sink to his knees, pulling your underwear back down and pushing your dress up again in the same motion, wide brown eyes looking up at you in sheer admiration. “I get so jealous-”

“That doesn’t mean you love me either.” You gasp as he starts to kiss your thighs.

He sits back on his heels, looking up at you with such vulnerability and sincerity that you find yourself almost uncomfortable. “I care about you, and that’s close enough for me.”

It’s not ‘I love you’ but it is at the same time. He cares about you.

“I care about you.” You say. “Too.” And it’s true, you do. From the moment Felix introduced you, you’d thought he was interesting, and the feeling had only grown the more you’d gotten to know him. He’s smart, and funny, and a bitch in the same way that you are, and kisses you like he cares. Because he does.

Farleigh grins against your thigh, pressing another kiss to the sensitive skin. “I know.”

A moment of loving silence passes between you, and your gut flutters again.

“I still can’t believe you said all that to his face, that was so fucking hot.” Farleigh breaks the silence, nosing between your legs eagerly.

You just laugh, and let him in.

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nonstoplover · 8 months

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sleep without you ~ charles leclerc (cl16)

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pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

song inspiration: sleep without you ~ brett young

summary: charles struggles to function properly without her by his side, or a story of a night without his girlfriend.

words: 2.1K

warnings: nothing, just fluff and a slightly clingy charles baby <3

a/n: idk why but this song honestly screams charles to me whenever i hear it, so i just had to make it happen. also this was supposed to be posted on my one year f1-aversary as celebration (well technically it should be more if counting my childhood f1 years but anyway), but i was so caught up in another wip that i couldn't do it. so happy anniversary to me and f1 (two weeks late) with this lil ficlet <3 thankful for all that f1 gave me.

big thanks to the amazing lovely silverstonesainz for helping me make this better and to the equally awesome monzabee for making me much less anxious with her words. love you sm queens!!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb!

Charles spends a whole afternoon trying to convince her to have a night out with her friends. Just because they're in a relationship doesn't mean they can't have fun without the other as well from time to time. There are still a couple of weeks left of winter break, plenty of opportunity to spend time just the two of them before the season starts again. So the usual point of view, the usual reasoning doesn't stand a chance – that they should spend as much time together as they can, before he's back to travelling all around the world.

"Go to a club, grab some drinks, dance and laugh the night away", he tells her. The usual bestie coffee dates or walks in the park that she usually raises as argument are not the same as a night out, and she hasn't done that for so long now. Definitely not since he's been back home, and he knows just how much she enjoys dancing her heart out.

(y/n) agrees after a short while, accepting his reasons, knowing full well that he's right, and after a few phone calls she starts getting ready, soon walking out the front door, dressed all pretty and dolled up.

Doesn't take long before Charles realises what he's done. A feeling tingles in his chest, one he recognises swiftly. He's miserable. Solely because she's not there by his side, as he makes dinner, eats it – all by himself –, before settling on the couch to occupy himself with a movie. It doesn't matter though, he doesn't pay any attention to it. He doesn't even know what's going on, he hasn't heard a single line, too busy thinking about her.

When the credits start to roll, he switches the TV off with a surprised look in his eyes – how did it already end? He doesn't even remember the first scene ending. Then he moves into the bathroom to do his night routine, from taking a shower to putting on some skincare products, all the while wondering how long she will be out for? Will she come home soon? Hope tingles in his chest that the answer to his question is yes.

Having finished with everything, Charles lies down in bed, trying to read a book, then scrolling on social media, doing anything to keep his mind from straying over and over again back to her. He knows this is stupid, he was the one telling her to go out, why is he like this now? Lying awake on his side of the bed, the fingers on his right hand tracing figures onto the sheet where her body usually rests.

This is pathetic, Charles thinks. He never thought he would be like this, so miserable and impatient just because she's not at home, with him. He's tossing around, unable to find a comfortable position for himself – it seems like he forgot how to sleep without her. No matter how many times he's had to do just that, in hotel rooms all around the world. The past few weeks erased all those nights from his mind.

The delicious scent of her shampoo fills his lungs when his face lands just a bit too close to her pillow, and all of a sudden it's like he's burying his nose in her hair. It only makes him miss her more. Sleeping is impossible, he knows it now. He's only daydreaming, not actually dreaming, of her arriving home and being in his arms again.

Charles imagines the way she dances in the middle of the floor, her hands in the air, shouting the lyrics loudly to the song currently playing – most probably something she knows and loves –, and he can't help but smile fondly. Just the thought of her having fun is enough to make him happier, even in his misery.

He pictures a scene where a random guy tries to get too close to her, as it has happened so many times, whenever he leaves her alone for a few minutes at any club they've been to. It doesn't matter where they are, doesn't matter if they spent the night so far together, all over each other, someone comes into the picture immediately when he leaves, either to grab a drink for the two of them, or to go to the restrooms.

It's not like he doesn't understand those guys. She's simply gorgeous, and radiates such a vibrant aura that everyone is drawn to her. He honestly just finds it funny at this point. Nothing makes these men back off more effectively than her. Oh, the amount of times he bit back laughter watching the scene unfold from a distance. Seeing men crumble and disappear looking all ashamed, what a sight that is. And he doesn't have to do anything.

He wonders how many times she's had to fight off guys so far tonight, with him not even in the club, and he finds he can't wait to hear all her stories of the newest victims. Pierre never understood why Charles found it so amusing, he didn't seem to get it. The trust they have in each other. Knowing that it's him she'll come home to at the end of the night is enough to make him only feel entertained by each instance, and not irritated at the slightest bit.

But thinking about (y/n) fighting off men is only good enough entertainment for a limited amount of time, and soon the smile fades back into a miserable pout on his lips, as his thoughts turn back into ones of impatience, trying to make time move faster with short little prayers falling as mumbles from his lips.

With a sigh, he eventually sits up, looking around to find something he can do. At last he decides on grabbing a drink himself, maybe it will help stop the flow of thoughts racing in his head. A little welcomed dullness.

He takes a seat at the kitchen table, sipping on the liquid in his glass, enjoying the feeling of the light alcohol gently burning his throat on the way down, numbing his tongue along the way. His fingers stay restless, now drumming on the wooden surface. A few minutes later he realises they play a song, soundless except the soft thud of his fingertips with the occasional louder tap or little scratch of his nails when a finger finds a different angle to hit the table with.

A melody appears in his mind as he watches his fingers move, imagining how it would sound if it was his piano instead of the kitchen table. He would go sit at the beautiful, white instrument and try it, but he doesn't want to be so loud at such a late hour. And anyway, he's way too comfortable sitting where he is to stand up and go somewhere else.

He looks out the window, catching sight of the moon – almost full, just a tiny bit of it missing, and Charles examines the craters that are visible to the naked eye, though only as spots of a darker shade on the round shape.

Maybe he'll name this new musical piece that's being born in his head right now after her – well, if he ever finishes it. He'll keep the usual format, three letters of a city name and a date, only this time putting the time and place of when they first met. Or should it be the time and place of when he first asked her out? Or their first date? Or when she agreed to move in with him? God, there are way too many options to choose from. He decides to put this problem aside for now, he's not in a rush to name a song not even written yet.

As the clock on the oven changes all four numbers to display 2am, the action rouses his attention and makes him tear his eyes away from the moon and look at the numbers instead.

He would've never ever thought that he'd be like this.

Raising his glass he notices that there's only a small sip left in it, which he downs in a short moment. His tongue darts out to gather all the minuscule drops that might rest on his lips still, not wanting to waste even that much of the delicious drink. Then he stands up, placing the glass down into the sink, making a mental note to clean it in the morning before (y/n) wakes up.

Just as he ponders putting another movie on, maybe only as background noise if nothing else, his phone buzzes in the pocket of his pants. Taking his time, Charles pulls the device out, expecting nothing more than a useless notification from a social media app he shouldn't spend so much time on anyway.

Instead what he finds is a text. From her.

in a cab, be home soon <3

Charles lets out a relieved sigh, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile, one that you could almost call giddy. It's not just the thought that she's going to be here soon, but the fact that she remembered to text him to let him know. He's in her mind, just like she's in his, even though she's been out with friends, having fun, drinking, while he's only been at home, all alone with his misery.

Now he can move back to bed happily, knowing that shortly she will join him.

It truly doesn't take long until Charles hears the front door creak as it opens, then the familiar jingle of her keys hitting the drawer in the hall, and his heart flutters with happiness. Finally. The high heels she chose to wear hit the floor with a soft thud as she presumably removes them, and the growing anticipation in his body seems to eat him whole.

Her steps grow louder and louder as she moves closer to the bedroom, and time slows for Charles. He watches in slow motion as she appears in the doorframe, being propped up on his elbows to have a better view, a lazy smile curling onto his face, and his eyes lidded with drowsiness.

"You're still awake?" (y/n) giggles, pausing in her steps for a second as her eyes take in the view he provides lying there. His lack of reply to her text made her think he's already fallen asleep.

"Of course," he mumbles. "Come to bed."

His voice is whiny and he behaves like an actual child, he knows, but he can't help it. He wants to sleep, and he wants to sleep beside her, feeling her warmth against his skin. That's the only way he can.

"Let me get changed first," she starts towards the closet, when a grunt of pure displeasure sounds from him along with the thump of his back as he falls into a lying position once more, making her glance back at her boyfriend. "What, can't wait a single minute?"

"No," he protests, pouting . "I've been waiting for hours."

His accent comes forth stronger when he's sleepy, and she can't help but smile adoringly upon hearing it. He's just so cute.

"Okay, fine, you'll get one kiss," she gives in. Charles resembles a lost puppy and she's sure he knows that's her weakness. She can't ever say no to anything when he looks like that.

So that's how she finds herself crawling into bed, trying to get as close as possible to the boy without causing damage to her dress. He grins, as much as his tired facial muscles allow, awaiting her lips touching his own. His pout becomes even more apparent, right until the moment he finally gets what he wants. His goodnight kiss. It's soft, slow and just so full of love it makes both their hearts flutter.

Then she caresses his cheek gently, whispering a barely audible good night, sleep tight to him, before moving back off the bed to disappear in the closet, leaving Charles to think about how he'd happily convince her again of going out if it means she'll come home to him, looking so radiant, properly buzzing with energy, eyes shining, hair messy but still looking so breathtaking. It's obvious how much it meant to her that she had this night out. He made her happy with telling her to go out with her friends, and he didn't regret it, despite all the miserable hours.

By the time she finishes her night routine and walks back into the bedroom once more, he's fast asleep, quiet snores filling the silence of the room. She bites into her bottom lip to keep in the giggle threatening to burst out, and with a heart full of adoration and a head slightly dizzy from the drinks she's had, she gets in bed beside him, snuggling up close to him, revelling in the feeling of his arms instinctively finding their way around her body even when he's sleeping.

He truly only waited for her to come home and give him a goodnight kiss to finally be able to fall asleep.

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thot-of-khonshu · 9 months

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stripped (joel miller x stripper!reader)

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Summary: when Joel is dragged to a strip club for Tommy's birthday, all he wants to do is go home and go to bed. And then he meets you.

Rating: M, 18+ (this is self indulgent pwp. pure filth)

Word count: ~6K

Content: no outbreak timeline, pwp, age gap, stripper! reader, dirty talk, rough p in v sex, public sex, fingering, squirting, blowjobs, throat fucking, doggy style, missionary, creampie, joel is a little dominant, lapdance, striptease

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"Did you know when you were coming in to work tonight that you were gonna get fucked like this?" Joel murmured, his hips moving quicker against you. "Did you know that you were gonna let me fuck you so hard that you were going to feel me tonight when you were walking to your car? Did you know that you were gonna let me fuck you like that? Fuck you right here on this couch?"

The last place Joel ever expected to, let alone wanted to be at was at a fucking strip club. He'd worked all day, making sure that concrete was poured properly and that his team met their project deadline. The strip club was the last place on his mind, but it was Tommy's birthday and he promised he'd go out and do whatever his little brother wanted.

If that included a bunch of women he didn't know grinding on his drunk brother, at least he knew where Tommy was and he didn't have to search all over Austin trying to babysit him.

The truth is Joel wasn't usually into the whole stripper atmosphere. Even during his bachelor party for his ex-wife, he suggested a nice steak dinner and some live music at a bar. He just wanted a night as low key as he was.

The music thumped from the speakers making the walls tremble. Laser lights flashed across the room, and Tommy's drunken yelps competed with the loud din of the crowd. Joel took a few steps back and shook his head in disbelief, wishing he hadn't agreed to come. It just wasn't his scene.

He muttered something about needing some fresh air and grabbed his coat off the back of the chair. He stepped outside into the cool night air, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he lit up, his eyes scanned the parking lot before settling on the stars above.

"Got a light?" He heard a voice ask him.

He glanced over his shoulder, and there you were, standing with your feet shoulder-width apart. Your eyes shifted nervously as they met his gaze in surprise. You had on an oversized pair of sweatpants and a neon bikini top that showed off your gorgeous skin. You looked clearly too young too hot to spend time at this place to not be getting paid to.

Joel took a drag from his cigarette, studying you for a moment before nodding and handing you his lighter. You thanked him and lit your own cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke into the cool night air.

"Thanks," you said, your eyes flicking up to meet his again.

For a couple of moments, the two of you remained quiet, puffing your cigarettes.

"Having fun in there?" You asked.

"Not really my scene," Joel replied, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Just here because my little brother wanted to celebrate his birthday."

You nodded, taking another drag from your cigarette before speaking. "I hear you. I didn't really want to come in tonight but I have to deal with it. Pays the bills, you know?"

Joel raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You work here? As a…?"

You chuckled, "Stripper? Yeah. I have to pay my way through college somehow."

Joel's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to meet someone like you in a strip club.

"I'm sorry," Joel said, "I didn't mean to assume anything about you. I hope this doesn’t sound rude but when most people talk about strippin' their way through school…"

"They make it sound sadder than it is?" You ask Joel as he nods. You take a drag from your cigarette before you continue. "I like to dance, I don't mind the nudity. Plus I don’t have a bad physique or stamina so this isn’t the worst way to make money. I can make my own schedule and the money isn’t bad."

Joel couldn't help but feel captivated by your ambition and drive. You seemed like a genuine person, and he couldn't help but feel sorry that he misjudged you.

"What do you do for a living?" You asked Joel, changing the subject.

"I'm a contractor" Joel said. "I just finished a large project earlier today. Nothin' too exciting."

You take another drag from your cigarette, your eyes drifting over Joel's face. He had a rugged handsomeness to him. He had gorgeous brown eyes, a strong and large nose and full lips that you couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to kiss. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"I bet you're great at what you do," you said with a smile.

Joel chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at your compliment. "I try my best. It's not the most glamorous job but it pays the bills."

You both fall silent again, the only sounds being the soft hum of the music filtering through the walls and the occasional yelp or cheer that echoed from inside the strip club.

"You know, for a guy who's worried about being too old to hang with his younger brother, you seem pretty chill," you said, breaking the silence.

Joel smiled, the corners of his mouth tilting up. "Thanks, I guess?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I mean it's pretty obvious you aren't into this. You don't look at me like you want to jump my bones," you say with a wink, making Joel chuckle.

"Not to say you're not hot," Joel says, making you giggle. "It's just not really my thing."

"Well then, Mr. Contractor," you say, stubbing your cigarette out on the concrete. "Do you want to get a drink?"

"That sounds nice," Joel said with a grin, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at your invitation. "Are you allowed to do that though? I don't want to get you in trouble."

You shake your head. "Well, since I'm still on the clock I won't be drinking. But you seem like you could use a drink, especially If you're going to be here for a while longer playing babysitter."

Joel let out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "Alright, well if you're okay with it…"

Before Joel could finish his sentence, Tommy comes stumbling outside looking between the two of you. "There you are, ya old fucker!" He exclaimed.

Joel rolled his eyes and you gave him an apologetic look.

Tommy slung an arm around Joel's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "You gotta come back inside, man. You're missing out on all the fun!"

Joel sighed, knowing he didn't have much of a choice. He turned to you, giving you an apologetic smile. "Maybe another time," he said, before following Tommy back into the strip club.

"I'll see you in there." You called towards him.

As they made their way through the crowds of people, Tommy's arm still slung over his shoulder, Joel couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment that he didn't get to spend more time with you.

"Who was that you were talking to out there?" Tommy grinned.

"Just someone I met outside," Joel shrugged, not feeling like discussing it with his younger brother.

Tommy's grin grew wider. "Oh yeah? Did she give you her number?"

"No, Tommy," Joel said firmly, rolling his eyes.

Tommy shrugged, making Joel shake his head. "You're hopeless, big brother, you know that?"

Joel just chuckled and nodded. It's not that he wasn't interested in you, but you were younger and probably a good bit out of his league. You were sweet and adorable. He couldn't help but feel nervous around someone who seemed to have it all figured out.

You on the other hand, had been captivated by the tall contractor. There was something about him that made you want to get to know him more. Maybe it was his gentle smile, or the warmth in his brown eyes, but you knew you wanted to see him again. You figured you had the night to make a move, though. You had eyed the party he was with and how drunk and rowdy they were. You knew they weren't leaving the club for a while.

As the night wore on, you couldn't help but find yourself thinking about Joel. You had danced for a few more customers, but your mind kept drifting back to the handsome contractor. You wondered what it would be like to feel his strong arms wrapped around you, or to have his full lips pressed against your own. You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts aside. It wasn't like you could just walk up to him and ask him to kiss you.

But as fate would have it, you found yourself standing near the bar during a break, sipping on soda water, when you heard a voice call out to you.

"EXCUSE ME! Sweetheart!"

One of the most unpleasant parts of the job was having a group of intoxicated, older men who didn't know your name addressing you with terms like 'sweetheart'.

You rolled your eyes and turned around to see Joel and his brother. His brother was the one calling you over while Joel was at his side looking thoroughly embarrassed. And yet you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him.

"Yes?" You said, plastering on a fake smile. You knew you weren't being paid to smile at these idiots but it was impossible not to show a little bit of happiness at seeing Joel.

Tommy leaned in close to you, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol. "My brother here," he gestured towards Joel, "hasn't been out in a while. He needs someone to show him a good time tonight. And who better than someone as beautiful as you?"

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush at his words. You knew Tommy was just trying to help his brother out, but it still made you feel awkward.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Joel said, his eyes darting towards you. He looked just as uncomfortable as you felt, his eyes avoiding yours.

"Oh, come on," Tommy said, his tone pleading. "It'll be fun! And I'll even pay for a private dance if you want. You two can get to know each other a little better," he winked at you before turning back to his brother. "What do you say, Joely boy?"

Joel sighed and rolled his eyes, making you smile a little. "I really don't think it's a good idea," Joel said. "Besides, she probably has other customers waiting for her."

You knew Joel was probably right. There were plenty of other customers who had come to you. But there was something about Joel that made you want to be around him.

"No worries, I have some time," you said with a smile.

The grin on Tommy's face was unmistakable. Joel looked embarrassed, but he seemed to soften a bit at your words.

Tommy gave you a nod. "Sounds like a plan!" He smiled eagerly. "To the VIP room y'all go!"

Tommy excitedly dragged Joel behind him, leading you towards the back of the strip club.

As you made your way towards the room, Joel tried his best not to feel embarrassed.

"Y'all have 30 minutes. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Tommy grinned before leaving the two of you alone in the room. The room had two leather couches and a small stage with a pole. The music from the club was muffled.

As soon as the door shut, Joel let out a deep breath. "Joel let out a loud sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, Tommy," he muttered under his breath. "I wasn't really in the mood to-," he stopped short when you turned around to face him, your back pressed against the door.

Joel's eyes grow wide as he sees the way your body looks in your barely there bikini, your sweatpants nowhere to be found from your first meeting. At first he hadn't noticed out of the sheer embarrassment over the situation with Tommy. He tries to clear his throat, feeling himself growing harder at the sight of you.

"I'm sorry about this," Joel said, his tone apologetic.

"Oh, don't worry about it," you said with a shrug. "I was kind of hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you again anyway."

Joel's eyes widened at your comments, an adorable blush spreading across his chest and cheeks. "Oh…" he murmured, his gaze falling to the floor.

The two of you were silent for a moment before Joel let out a deep breath.

You chuckled and reached out to touch his hand. "You don't need to be nervous," you said, offering him a smile. "I'm a stripper, not a monster."

Joel looked up at you again, his gaze meeting yours. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't know how to talk to people like you."

You chuckle, "Like me? What's wrong with me?"

Joel swallowed the lump in his throat before shrugging his shoulders. "You're just so…young and gorgeous." He looked you up and down and couldn't help but feel a heat rising up in his body. You were so beautiful and sweet. He couldn't help but be intimidated by your confidence. He didn't want to disappoint you.

"Come on," you said, offering him a smile. "We have a little time to talk before the dance." You held out your hand to him.

Joel slowly took your hand in his, feeling the electricity that pulsed between you two as your skin met. He let out a breath, not realizing he was holding it in. You gently tugged on his hand, leading him towards one of the plush leather couches. Joel felt a warm sensation rise in his belly as he sat down beside you.

The two of you talked for a while, getting to know each other as you sat in the private room, a couple of inches of distance between you.

Joel found himself feeling more at ease as the time wore on. Joel started to worry about the time you had left, thinking he didn't have enough time to finally ask for your number when he felt the buzz of his cellphone in his pocket. He excused himself for a moment and saw it was a text from Tommy.

"Booked u another half hour. Ur welcome."

Joel looked back to you, seeing you looking up at him expectantly. "My brother," he said, rolling his eyes.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head while you read the text. "Well, I'm not complaining about extra time," you said, flashing him a smile.

As the two of you continued talking, Joel's eyes kept drifting down to your body. It was impossible not to notice how beautiful you were. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about you like this, but he couldn't help it.

You found yourself looking at Joel too. You couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. His dark eyes were striking, his smile made you feel warm inside. And you couldn't help but notice what a nice chest he had. It was hard not to notice the his broad chest stretched his t-shirt, his body toned from so many hours of hard work.

The two of you talked for a while, finally working up the courage to start flirting with one another. The two of you found yourselves laughing as the minutes ticked by, the two of you getting to know each other more and more.

"So…do you have a boyfriend?" Joel asked, his heart racing. "I mean, I don't…I didn't mean that in a bad way…"

"No, it's okay," you said, shaking your head. "I don't have a boyfriend. And I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

Joel let out a small sigh of relief, feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He had been so nervous about asking you that question, but now that he knew you were single, he felt like he could finally let himself feel what he had been trying to hold back all night.

"Good," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I was hoping you weren't taken."

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his words. The way he was looking at you was making your heart race, and you knew that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

Before you could say anything else, Joel leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft and gentle kiss. He let his hands move to the back of your neck, holding you against his lips. His lips were soft and warm, and you found yourself leaning into his kiss.

"I hope that wasn't too forward." Joel said, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.

You shook your head and chuckled, "Do you want your dance now?"

Joel looked up at you, smiling. "If that's okay with you."

You stood up from the couch and moved towards the pole in the center of the room, swaying your hips as you walked. You turned to face him, raising your hands above your head.

As you slowly began to dance, you couldn't help but notice the bulge in Joel's pants as he sat on the couch. The way he was watching you, the way his eyes trailed up and down your body made you feel a fire inside you. You continued on the pole, watching as Joel watched you.

You lowered yourself down the pole, spreading your legs at the last minute so that they were bent at the knee, your toes pointed towards the floor.

Joel's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you slowly bring your hands down from the pole, slowly sliding them down your body until you reached the waistband of your thong. "Jesus, you're fucking beautiful," he whispered under his breath, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

"Thank you," you said with a smile. "I have to let you know that most times I end up in the VIP Room, I strip fully nude. But if that's not something you're okay with and want to take it slow…" you trailed off, hoping he understood what you were saying.

"Well," Joel swallowed hard as his eyes darted from your face to your spread legs. "I don't want you to think you need to take it slow. But…I mean…" he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. He had wanted to make it clear that he wasn't in this for the sex. He had only agreed to the private room so that he could talk to you and get to know you better. And although the thought of having his hands on your soft skin excited him, he didn't want to take advantage of you.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him expectantly as you slowly stood up from your position. You slowly removed your top, dropping it onto the floor. Your breasts were bare and your nipples were hard and pebbled from the cold air. You played with your breasts for a moment, tracing your fingertips across your nipples.

"If you want me to get naked, I can get naked." You slowly lowered to the ground again, sliding your hands down the sides of your body until you reached the band of your thong. You hooked your thumbs in the sides of the fabric, waiting for Joel's approval.

Joel nodded his head, feeling himself growing harder as he watched you. His eyes were transfixed on the way your hands were tracing your body. His mouth suddenly felt dry, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he watched you. "Yeah," he said with a nod, swallowing hard. "Yes. Please."

You smiled as you slid your thong down your legs and kicked it off, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You spread your legs for him, slowly revealing your soft and glistening lips.

"I just want you to know this doesn't have to go anywhere tonight." You said softly, slowly moving your hand between your legs to spread your wetness around. "You don't need to do anything you don't want to. If you want this to be just a dance…you don't have to worry about that."

Joel's eyes watched as you slid your middle finger between your folds, biting your lip as your arousal coated your finger. You were so damn gorgeous and he was in awe that you wanted him. "I want this to go somewhere, but if you don't mind if we don't take it slow…" Joel said, his tone pleading as he looked up at you with his deep brown eyes. Worshipping how you looked, naked and spread in front of him. "I just…I don't want to take my eyes off you."

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as your middle finger continued to circle your clit. The sound of his voice made you tremble.

"Okay," you moaned as you moved your hand up from your pussy, sliding your finger between your lips and then slowly dragging it across your tongue. Joel let out a breath, watching the way you tasted yourself.

"Keep touching yourself." Joel's voice was soft, yet strong. It was obvious that he was used to giving orders, and the authority in his voice made you wetter.

You slid your finger out of your mouth and slid two fingers inside your cunt, groaning softly as your pussy clenched around your fingers. You started slowly thrusting your fingers in and out, closing your eyes as you fucked yourself for him. Grinding against your fingers while you continued to play with your clit.

"Fuck, that's so sexy," Joel murmured, his hand palming his dick through his jeans. "You're so fucking sexy."

You looked down at him, your body on display as you touched yourself in front of him. You moved your fingers in and out of your pussy, slowly curling them as you pushed them into you. Your mouth fell open in a soft moan, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound of his praise.

"I'm so close," you groaned, biting down on your lip. "I'm so fucking close."

"Yeah?" Joel said, his voice deep and seductive. "Stop."

You stopped your movements, withdrawing your fingers from your cunt and pouting a little at the command. "What?" You whimpered.

"I'm still entitled to a lapdance, right?" Joel said with a sly grin, looking up at you from the couch. "You don't have to come if I don't want you to."

You smiled and nodded, "Of course you're still entitled to your dance."

Joel patted his lap, beckoning you to sit on him. You walked towards him and straddled his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck. Joel wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. He could feel how wet you were against his pants, and he let out a low groan.

"Fuck," he growled, grinding up against you so you could feel his hard cock. You whimpered as you felt the heat of his cock pressed against you. You grinded down against his lap, moving your hips in circles so that you were rubbing against the thick bulge in his jeans.

You tilted your head back, giving Joel access to kiss along your neck. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging him against your skin so that his kisses became harsher. Joel nipped and bit at your skin, making you gasp and moan with each bite. You could feel your body starting to shake, your orgasm building quickly as you felt Joel's lips against your skin.

"I'm close," you panted. "I'm so close."

"Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me before I fuck that sweet little pussy?" Joel growled in your ear, his hand sliding down between you two to rub your clit.

"Oh my God," you moaned, shaking with pleasure.

"That's it. Cum for me," Joel said, his eyes meeting yours as he rubbed his fingers against you. You couldn't hold back anymore, your orgasm ripping through you as you came on his fingers. Your thighs tightened around his waist, and your body shook with pleasure. You closed your eyes, crying out Joel's name as you rode out your orgasm.

When you opened your eyes again, Joel had a smirk on his face, and you let out a small laugh. "I usually never do this with customers. Only the cute ones." You wink.

Joel shook his head, chuckling. "Well, I'm glad I'm not a normal customer."

You leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips before pulling away. "Not at all. You're so not normal, that I'm about to break a very big rule in the VIP room."

"And what rule is that?" Joel asked with a raised eyebrow.

You bite your lip, sliding off his lap so that you could move between his legs.

"Strip a guy naked and suck his cock."

"Fuck," Joel growled as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You pulled them down to his ankles before moving back between his legs to pull his cock out. You couldn't help but moan at the sight of it. It was big and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. You smiled, leaning in to lick along the shaft and up to the head. You gave it one soft lick, looking up at Joel as you teased him.

"You already taste so good." You moaned, holding his cock against your cheek. "But I can't wait to taste more of you." You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it while you wrapped your lips around the head.

"Fuck," Joel groaned as he watched your tongue swirl around his head. You closed your eyes, slowly sinking lower until the head of his cock pushed against the back of your throat. You kept your lips sealed tight as you bobbed up and down on his cock. Your hand stroked the rest of him while you continued to suck him off.

"You are so fuckin' gorgeous," Joel groaned, his hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you down on his shaft. "Your mouth…Jesus fuck. Your fuckin' mouth."

Your free hand found its way between your thighs, your fingers sliding along your slit. You let out a moan, the vibration making Joel's cock twitch.

"Fuck…oh my God…you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that," Joel groaned, his hand gripping your hair.

You moaned against his cock, sucking him as far as he could go in your mouth. Your lips were stretched tight around him, your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked him.

"Wait…wait, baby." Joel moaned, his body trembling as he tried to hold himself back. He gently tugged your hair, pulling your head back so that your lips popped off his cock. He took his hand off the back of your head. "C'mere."

You stood up from your knees and moved closer to him, straddling his waist. You could feel his cock pressed against your belly, rubbing against you as you moved. "Can I fuck you, baby?"

"Yes," you whispered, your mouth finding its way to Joel's lips. He kissed you hungrily, his hand finding its way down between you two. You were already so wet again. His fingers slipped inside your pussy easily, causing you to gasp against his lips.

Joel's other hand found its way to your ass, squeezing it tightly as he kissed you. He fucked his fingers in and out of you, pumping them into you as quickly as he could. "I need to get you ready for me."

You let out a soft whimper, kissing him as you felt his fingers inside you. You slowly ground your hips, taking more of him in as his fingers worked you open.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers like a good little girl." He murmured against your lips. You could feel him smiling, and it made your heart flutter. You continued to grind your hips down against his fingers, taking more of him in with each motion. "You're so fucking wet for me. You want it, don't you? You want this dick so bad. You want it in your little pussy, don't you?"

"Mhmm," you whined, nodding your head. You had never been talked to that way before, and it made you even wetter. The way he was looking up at you, the way he was teasing you and praising you while he fingered you made you want him so bad.

"Are you gonna cum on my fingers? You gonna cum on my fingers before I get my dick in that little pussy?" Joel growled, his eyes locking on yours.

"Yes," you whimpered, nodding your head again.

"Good girl," he whispered, kissing you softly on the lips as his fingers continued to thrust into you. "Go ahead. Cum for me. Let me feel that pussy cum around my fingers."

You closed your eyes, your mouth falling open as you felt your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs tightened around his waist as you felt your pussy clenching around Joel's fingers as he whispered in your ear. "That's it. Cum for me. You're gonna get what you want if you keep doing that."

You kept grinding against him as he talked you through it. The sound of your moans echoed in the room as your body shook with pleasure. When your orgasm subsided, Joel kissed you softly. "You're so beautiful." He said with a soft smile.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, kissing him back. "I haven't come that hard in a long time."

Joel pulled you against him, kissing your lips. "I'm glad to hear that," he said with a chuckle.

You slowly pulled away from him, sliding off his lap. He stood up and undressed the rest of the way before sitting back down on the couch.

"If you still wanna keep goin', we can keep goin'." Joel said, rubbing your inner thigh. "But…I know this isn't your normal thing." He said with a soft chuckle, the crinkles in his eyes appearing. "But I just…I want you. And I know that might sound weird or…" he paused, furrowing his brow.

"I like you too." You said, cutting him off. "And…if you're willing to keep going…I'd love to keep going."

Joel let out a sigh of relief, the worry on his face quickly dissolving. "Good," he murmured with a smile. He slid his hands up your legs, gently tugging on your waist so that you were laying down on the couch with him.

He moved so that he was between your legs, slowly grinding his hard cock against your slit. You moaned, biting down on your lip. You had never been this wet before, and the friction Joel was creating was driving you crazy. You could feel your arousal already leaking down your slit and onto the couch cushions.

Joel's eyes found yours, his gaze filled with lust and want. "You ready for me, baby?" He growled, his hand wrapping around his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, the tip already coated in your juices. "You wanna get fucked?"

"Yes," you whispered, nodding your head.

Joel looked down, lining up his cock with your entrance. You closed your eyes, biting down on your lip as you felt the head of his cock pushing inside you.

"You okay?"

You nodded your head, letting out a soft moan as he stretched your pussy open. "Just…yes." You whimpered, nodding your head again. Joel wrapped one arm around your waist as his cock bottomed out inside you, his other hand moving to your clit.

"You're okay, baby," He whispered, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. "You're okay."

"Mhmm." You nodded your head, kissing him back.

Joel slowly started to move, his fingers continuing to rub circles around your clit as his hips thrust back and forth. Your back arched, your hips bucking against him as you moaned into his mouth. "God, you're so fuckin' tight." He groaned, letting out a sharp breath. "Fuck."

He pulled his hand away from your clit, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as he started to pick up the pace. You moaned as he thrust into you harder and harder.

Joel's hips slammed into yours, his cock disappearing inside you on every thrust. "Shit," he groaned. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You could feel the tension in his body, his hand gripping your hair. His jaw was clenched, his face already covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Fuck," he growled, his hips snapping against you. "This pussy is fuckin' mine."

Your eyes shot open and you let out a moan, the sound of his possessive words filling you with a mix of desire and pleasure.

"Yours," You whimpered.

Joel let go of your hair, leaning down to kiss you as he positioned you on the couch with your ass up. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you towards him as he slammed into you over and over again.

Your mouth fell open, your moans and gasps echoing in the room as Joel fucked you. "God, that pussy is so tight. It's fuckin' perfect. It was made for my cock," Joel groaned, his hand smacking against your ass cheek. "You like it when I get my cock nice and deep inside this pretty little pussy? I got to fuck your tight little hole while you're working."

"Y-yes," you moaned, your fingers gripping the couch cushion. Joel continued to thrust into you, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. You couldn't control the sounds that were coming out of your mouth as his cock kept hitting you deep inside.

"No," you whispered, biting down on your lip. You could feel your body starting to tremble, the pressure in your belly growing. You let out a loud gasp, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass filling the room as he pulled your hair to bring you to his chest.

"Is anybody else gonna fuck that sweet little hole from now on?" Joel gritted his teeth. "You gonna keep this pretty pussy for me?" You grinded back into him, gyrating your hips in small circles as you tried to match the pace Joel was setting. "It's all yours. Fuck it's all yours." You moaned, the sound of your whimpers filling your ears. Joel pulled your hair again, yanking it back as he thrust into you harder than ever before.

Your eyes shot open, a loud moan escaping you as you felt yourself falling over the edge. Your body trembled and shook, your toes curling as you came hard around his cock. "I'm cumming," you whimpered, your walls tightening around Joel. "I'm cumming."

Joel quickly removed his dick from you as a gush of water came out of you. "Oh fuck," Joel growled, watching the stream of your cum drip down his cock onto the couch.

"Shit, shit." He grunted, his hands moving to your cheeks, spreading you back open as he started to fuck up into you as fast as he could. "I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum deep in that pussy."

You kept your eyes locked on his, biting down on your lip as he fucked into you. His eyes were closed tight, his jaw clenched as he drove his cock into you. His thrusts got quicker and more erratic.

"Fuck," he growled. "That's it. That's it." He moaned. You felt his dick pulsing, his hot cum shooting into you as his body went still.

When he pulled out of you, a gush of his cum started to drip out of you. Your legs were still shaking, and you were still trying to catch your breath. Joel let out a deep sigh, slowly opening his eyes. "Fuck."

He laid down beside you on the couch, pulling you against him. Your heart was beating wildly, and your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. You nuzzled into him, your head on his chest.

"Holy shit." You murmured.

"Yeah," Joel said with a chuckle, kissing the top of your head. "I…fuck. I don't know what that was."

"I don't know," you said with a smile. "You sure you've never been to a strip club because you sure know how to treat a dancer." You joke.

Joel let out a sigh, kissing the top of your head again. "I guess I've just been saving all my moves for you."

You giggled, biting down on your lip. "I'm not worthy."

"I didn't just come here for the lap dance. I came in here to ask you out on a proper date." He said, running his fingers through your hair.

You bit down on your lip, a warm feeling filling your stomach. "Oh really? And what did you have in mind?"

Joel sat up, taking you with him as he grabbed his clothes and yours. "For starters…a date where we don't have a time limit in a VIP room."

"I would like that," you said with a smile.

"We can figure out the rest later," Joel said with a chuckle. "But for now, we should probably get dressed." He helped you into your clothes, his eyes never leaving yours.

After you were both dressed, the two of you exchanged numbers. Joel grabbed your hand and led you out of the VIP room. He held the door open for you as you exited. "Thank you again. For…you know. Letting me do that in there." He said with a soft chuckle.

"You don't have to thank me," You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I'm glad you asked me out."

Joel leaned in to kiss you softly. "I'm glad you said yes." He said with a smile. "I'll be in touch."

You watched as he walked away, feeling yourself blush when he winked at you over his shoulder. Your phone dinged, and when you checked it, you saw a text from him.

"This was the best night I've had in a long time."

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This Week in BL - Japan is Winning on Kisses & Other Alternate Realities

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - It would be great if we got the alternative romance with dead Kram from Tai’s perspective (JBL style.) Still I like this show. It’s a little bit like I Feel You Linger in the Air only with a love triangle. And while I'm not a fan of triangles as a general rule, I don’t mind it here because the set up is clever. Wayu and ao are fun sides too. It sure is moving very quickly, which I like. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. But that’s normal for me with this kind of Thai drama.

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 4 of 8 - They are extremely sappy boyfriends. I love that mom has a secret gf. Could we please have more of them? The love triangle sides are ridiculous, but I do like that it’s all out in the open. I also like they are actually addressing the complicated parental dynamics of owning a sex club. Honestly, I think Khem should have to be a host too. Learn him the right way, girl!

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - It’s good, I like the fallout and them actually having to deal with crazy fans and past relationships. They’re so good at communicating it’s kind of a pleasure to watch them suffer through external pressures, because I have faith that they can make it through.

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 6 of 8 - They are such cute puppy dads and so clearly meant to be together, the fact that they aren’t is just frustrating. The fight thing was stupid. And not a whole lot happened... plus singing. I’m getting fatigued with this one.

1000 Years Old ep 7 of 12 - Did I miss something happening, or did nothing happen?

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 6 - It’s so boring, there’s so much guitar playing, and it got weirdly voyeuristic (in a very much not sexy way). I’m totally out. DNF

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) ep 3 of 6 - I can’t tell if this is trying to be a BL Romancing the Stone, or a BL Hangover, or both. The problem with situational comedy is it must be both situational and comedic, not just option one. The problem with calling something BL, is that it must be BL. This show got 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. DNF

Honestly, it's the HANDS with these two. They do beautiful beautiful things with their hands. If you're one of those hands-obsessed BLabies you should be watching LIBTSTA!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 6 of 11 - So the worst finally happened. The mountain of pain has fallen down upon us. And now, hopefully in the second half things get better for our boys. But what a rough ride. Normally, this is not my style of BL, but everyone is doing such a gorgeous job with it, I can’t fault it… except that it hurts. The red thread symbolism was elegantly done. I’d like to hope we get a reunion in the next one, but knowing this style of series they’re gonna draw it out. There's gonna be a more pain first.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Those fuck me puppy dog eyes were perfectly executed. I would not have been able to resist either. Gosh they are so damn cute. This is a great show.

Jazz for Two (Korea Gaga/grey) eps 1-2 of 8 - This comes from the Shoulder to Cry On team so I'm scared, but this one is all actors* not idols so maybe they'll be braver. Boy howdy does it have a fantastic opening sequence. Also the lead is fucking adorable. Mr Broody McBroodypants is cute too. Korea sure loves “pretty but broken.” On the JBL end of the spectrum, is everyone in love with their siblings? That’s weird. The dining room scene was painful. All in all, it's good, I'm intrigued. Let's see how you go little show.

I stand absolutely corrected the lead is a member of NEWKIDD (in my defense I'd never heard of them until Build Up last month). I did recognize him from To My Star because at the time I thought he was too pretty to be only a side character.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 10 fin - Again there was overuse of previous footage and maudlin navel-gazing grief over something we knew was going to happen. So I didn’t really feel much emotional connection to the drama. 7 year time gap.? t was a cute reunion but the moral quandary never really got resolved. I don’t know how to rate this, I’m not sure I will ever watch it again, so that is a big mark against it.

There’s nothing objectively wrong with this BL except how upsetting it is because of the foundational pygmalion story - grown man falls in love with an android who is basically both his slave and, by maturity level, a child. Yet that premise is crystal clear from the get go, so we watch it eyes open. The actors are cute, the romance sweet, the physical chemistry on point (of course, it’s Taiwan) and yet I was left ultimately unsettled by the concept, content, and plot. 7/10

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I'm so ready for this to be over, and for Gaga to have something good on. Soon please?

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) - It's too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute verticals, I don't have that kind of TikTok endurance training. Waiting to binge.

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Tangential to the genre

There has been the occasional discussion on this topic here in this little corner of tumblr so I thought there might be a few intersted in this podcast: AmericanThaiGuy Ron Weaver on the Complicated Issue of Racism in Thailand (The Bangkok Podcast)

Thailand passed its Marriage Equality bill through the lower house. It's expected to pass the high house and get signed by the King, but that hasn't quite happened yet.

And MaxTul dropped a photo shoot.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

3/31 The Next Prince (Thai ????) 12 eps - trailer. ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - YES PLEASE. (Apparently this is just the pilot, not the start of the actual show, see comments.)

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast. Dual languages.

Hum, trash-watch-a-licious?

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube iQIYI) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

4/11 Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan ????) 10 eps - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why, they fall in love along the way. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake.

4/11 Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea ????) 4 eps - SooHyuk is only just surviving and reunites with YoonDae, an old friend. They end up living together. One of the leads is played by Choco of Choco Milk Shake.

4/18 At 25:00, in Alaska AKA 25 Ji, Akasaka de (Japan Gaga - may not be global) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn.

Seriously? You're killing me with these titles, boys.

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks well complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner) and Best, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Just these two, in my head, rent free. Thanks Japan!

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy. (With so many tags when does a weekly tumblr post become a newsletter? That is this week's philosophical question...)

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so the screenshots are kinda janky but I was rewatching the whole scene with Ozzie and Fizz's morning routine and I remembered there were those shots of like, the imp staff who work for Asmodeus and

is she helping do the laundry in platform thigh high boots, an apron, and a thong 😅 is that her UNIF0RM? Does she pick that out herself??? Is Lust just SO HORNY that it's totally normal that Ozzie's housekeeper is half-naked? Is he banging the housekeeper? Are Fizz and Ozzie exclusive or is it an open relationship? their other imp staff member was literally fully dressed so is this an optionally slutty, pro slut dress code idk

Like I'm sorry I'm just sitting here thinking of Reader who, Sinner or otherwise, is down in the Greed Ring as another performer for Mammon and Fizz is eventually like, "look, working this job is my dream, but it isn't yours. you shouldn't be attaching yourself to Mammon if all you need is a paycheck. I've got a... close friend who always needs extra hands; let me introduce you!!" and you have no idea that he's literally organizing a meeting with The Actually Fucking Cardinal Sin Of Lust until you're standing right in front of Asmodeus himself and he's just so goddamn CHARMING like he'd have me SWEATING AND GIGGLING I'd be straight up embarrassing myself like "o-oh that's not what I expected your voice to sound like hahaha 🥴"

Ozzie assures you the ultra sexy type uniforms are totally optional, and you could be bringing him papers in an oversized t-shirt and crocs and he'd still think you're as cute as can be. But. LORD if you ever decide, "I wanna feel sexy and confident and everyone else is having fun" and wear something sexy. It has him WEAK. Him? Them? Prolly both of them tbh. Like. Ugh I KNOW these two can go from having the freakiest loudest horniest sex imaginable to like giggling and tickling each other in bed and I can just SEE them being SO SOFT for a Reader darling. All your jokes make them laugh or affectionately roll their eyes. They DEVOUR your cooking (I think personal chef/PA Reader would be cute, the boys wake up and you have breakfast ready for them and everything), they're always sending you memes and things that made them think of you, they have a special group chat (of just them) SPECIFICALLY for sharing photos of you or things about you or just, talking about you period. Gosh. Would there be cameras suddenly installed where there wasn't previously just so they can see all the cute things you get up to when they're not around. All the little improv dances and songs... all the times you bend over...

Like the hilarity of Valentino getting absolutely fucking CUCKED when "his" Reader suddenly disappears, and it's because you can travel through the Rings and you work for Ozzie now and Valentino had no idea until he saw a trending photo of you and Ozzie where you guys did a HOT HOT photo shoot together to advertise something, where you're either almost completely naked OR actually ARE completely naked, and it's because Ozzie made you feel safe and protected and unlike Valentino, Asmodeus knows what an intimacy coordinator is-

You can actually go to clubs in those booty shorts with your ass hanging out and wearing whatever else makes you feel sexy and confident now because the second some creep is coming up to you and not taking 'no' for an answer, the creep suddenly has a massive looming shadow over them as an ancient demon turns to you and respectfully asks. "Is this guy bothering you queen?" and then steps on him. In a BAD way :)

GOD ALSO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIA INTERACTION UNTIL I SAW THIS GIF AND. Asmodeus' VA previously described his type as "everyone" and he has a BBW on that fountain like 😩❤️ now I'm thinking of chubby reader who's gotten bullied and bodyshamed by Valentino (who is negging you and is actually down SO BAD) and then you run off to Ozzie who's like. "Baby you are GORGEOUS and if anyone ever says or does anything like that to you again, just let me know and I'll break their legs ok ^w^"

((Also. Non yandere related thing im seeing. He's one of the Cardinal Sins and imps are considered the lowest Hellborns and Ozzie not only has an imp lover but TONS of imp staff, like he is a pro body positivity anti racism fucking 👏 K I N G 👏 BANISHED FROM HEAVEN'S DISCORD SERVER FOR BEING TOO HORNY ON MAIN. i bet he would DESPISE that Heaven is discriminating and choosing who's hot, just, ugh i want him carnally (edit: i noticed they're actually all succubi/incubi and not imps but the point still stands lol))

#yandere x reader #yandere helluva boss #yandere hellaverse #hh #hb #sinprompts #ughhhhhh why is he so FINE

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lover-of-mine · 4 months

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Okay, I said I was gonna make a post about the way I believe Ryan is playing Eddie as in love with Buck because of the way he makes certain choices about Eddie regarding Buck that are similar to the ones he made about Eddie regarding Shannon, and this is it.

The whole thing started with the way Eddie looks away from things that make him experience intense feelings, but mostly when he doesn't like what he's feeling in a sense. He looks away from Shannon all of the time, when they're fighting, before she goes to the school, and in the firehouse, when she says she wants a divorce.

He's avoiding his parents eyes when they are trying to take Christopher, he looks away from Frank all the time.

He can't look Buck in the eye when Buck is trying to tell him that Chris got lost in the tsunami, he looks away from Ana because he knows he's hurting her (he does force himself to watch Shannon as she dies but I feel like that's a lot more about his loyalty/instinct to protect because that moment is fully about her because she's dying).

That's a consistent trait Ryan gave Eddie, he looks away, I think it even makes sense with the way Eddie runs away from stuff. And that makes moments when he's avoiding eye contact with Buck that much more interesting.

Because take 3a for example, buddie has quite a few emotional conversations, but during those, Eddie is mostly always staring Buck down or actively trying to force Buck to look at him (except when it comes to the fight club but the fight club is a lot more about shame in my opinion).

But when you look at the will reveal for instance, Eddie is consistently forcing himself to look back at Buck. His instinct seems to be to keep looking forward, and he needs to remember to look at Buck from time to time. (I'm not gonna put the whole scene here, but go rewatch and pay attention to where Eddie is looking)

And sure, the way Eddie simply refuses to look at anything relating to Buck's death can be seen as just "my best friend died" because any reasonable person would have an extreme reaction to watching their best friend die.

But, I don't see how that applies in the cemetery. Because Buck says "she sees me" and Eddie gives him that disbelief look and then just, stops looking. Honestly, there's no reason for that conversation not to involve them looking at each other, the point that's made that they are looking straight ahead is very interesting on its own but, like, when you add the fact that Eddie looks away from shit he doesn't want to feel/wants to run away from, that conversation has a whole other fun layer.

Even more with the way that Buck is lowkey looking like a kid tugging on your sleeve to get your attention and Eddie just refuses to look at him.

But my point really comes to the fact that these are all the same reaction.

And how do you explain the decision to make Eddie react the same way he does when Shannon is asking him to make a decision about them and then when she makes the decision herself by asking for a divorce when he thinks Buck has made a decision about them so he needs to back off?

That's his breakup face, plain and simple.

And it's not a reaction Eddie has to Shannon once, is something that is consistent with the way we see Eddie reacting to Shannon, and I personally think its a lot of the way it makes us never feel sure about the relationship, because Eddie is consistently presented to us when it comes to this as "I love her but I'm not sure about having her around". And these are his reactions to moments where Shannon makes him question where they stand. Moments where he's questioning if he actually understands where their relationship is.

You can't have Eddie question the nature of his relationship with Buck just because Buck has a crush and tell me that Eddie is experiencing purely platonic feelings.

And these are acting choices, and Ryan is very consistent about the way Eddie reacts to stuff, so the fact that he is wearing his "Shannon is making me feel thing" face says something.

I also said earlier today that Eddie is aware of his feelings because he stops saying emotional things while looking at Buck. Like, after the tsunami he is literally chasing Buck's gaze to force him to look at him, he doesn't look away from him at the grocery store or when they make up after the lawsuit or even after Buck fights with his parents, but starting with the will reveal, he looks away when saying things, and it makes me wonder if there's a level of that that is about making sure Buck can't read his reaction to what he's saying, because he doesn't want Buck to look too closely.

Anyway, that's all for today, as always, if you read this I love you <3

#911 #911 meta #buddie meta #eddie diaz #buddie thoughts #im gonna go to bed now #i dont feel nearly as crazy about this one as i do other metas #is too many instances to be a coincidence yk?#ryan is on our side #and he put in enough work that the second they decide to make buddie canon that can just push Eddie into doing something #and make it make sense #anyway #Ryan is playing Eddie as in love with Buck and I will take no criticism

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 11 months

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Earth 42!miles with popstar reader or Spider-Man! Miles with popstar reader

I’ve had this thought on my mind for a while and it makes me loose it 😭

MILES 42 & MILES 1610 WITH POPSTAR!READER

A/N: Ok bestie! I really tried with this one! I’m sorry if I didn’t bring you justice :/

WARNING: I dont speak spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!

BE PREPARED FOR VIOLENCE, FLUFF, POSSESSIVENESS, LANGUAGE, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING

I’m doing both Miles 42 and 1610 Miles!

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MILES 42:

• He’s definitely super concerned for your safety and always keeps your location. He’s like your personal bodyguard and always does ANYTHING he needs to do to keep you safe

• I mean ANYTHING.

• If he has to go as far as killing someone for violating your personal space he will.

•When weird creeps/fans come up to you while your in the club best believe he’s right behind you.

Random person- “Hey hottie I love your music and I think your really hot, let me take you home and show you a good n-“

Miles - “A good what?”

Random person- “None of your businesses dude. I was talking to her”

Miles - “First of all I’m not your dude and you better back the fuck away from my girl before you lose your fucking life homeboy”

The guy instantly leaves. And miles protectively wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head

“estas bien mami?”

“si papi estoy bien!”

But he definitely has a whole playlist dedicated to you and listens to it all the time when he’s missing you.

Uncle Aaron makes fun of him when he sees him listening to your music cause you make bubbly (maybe even girly songs) very opposite from his personality.

“Don’t tell me you listening to that girly song again, man” Uncle Aaron says while laughing

“cierra la puta boca” Miles says under his breath.

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Miles 1610:

• You know that one scene in ITSV where he was singing sunflower I can imagine that but with your music

• He’s just in awe by you and thinks your so talented.

•When he’s at your concerts he’s recording and photographing everything like a proud mom😭

“lo estás haciendo increíble cariño!”

• If he can’t make it to one of your shows because crime calls he always brings you gifts to make up for it🥰

• You probably make a few songs about him and when you play them for him he’s just blushing😇😇

THE END

I hope you liked it nonnie!!!

#prowler miles #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles #miles morales #spidey miles #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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Kind of want to see Daddy’s protective side come out if someone messes with Princess 🥺. I love how you write them

yessssss this is exciting, thank you! big thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for helping me write this part (and really this whole story lol thanks rie mwah) cw dubcon/noncon (unwanted touching/kissing), fighting, slapping, a punch is thrown, blood, steve is a rat bastard

As much as you wanted to forget Eddie and write him off for good, there was something stopping you. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but he still dominated your thoughts as if he was still your boyfriend. You woke up in the morning and thought about him, waking up in that bed that he had nearly fucked you in; you wondered if you were on his mind as much as he was on yours.

“Why the long face?” Lisa asked, and you snapped out of your daydreams about Eddie. He was sitting just on the other side of the lunchroom with his Hellfire Club, and it tore your heart in two to see him smiling and laughing with them. Did he mean it when he said he loved you? Or was it a last-ditch effort to keep you? It certainly didn’t seem like the breakup affected him too much.

“Huh?” you asked, and Lisa laughed.

“Long face,” she said. “You’re up in the clouds right now, what’s going on?”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie and I broke up, and I’m just upset about it.”

“Oh, no,” Lisa said with an exaggerated pout, and you knew that she didn’t really care too much. Lisa had been your friend for a long time, and she was even the one who had instigated the whole “Oh, send her to buy the weed from Eddie, it’ll be funny!” situation, but it wasn't hard to tell when she was being insincere. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“We just had a big fight,” you said. You didn’t feel like rehashing everything, so you kept the details light, knowing that Lisa would want as much detail as possible. “He said some things and I… He was just super mean. I couldn’t forgive him for it, so we broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lisa said. “That sucks. I know you really liked him.”

You nodded and sighed, and you picked at your bag of chips as you absently listened to Lisa prattle on about some party she was planning on going to. “It’s gonna be totally fun,” she said. “I’m going, and Diana is gonna show up— at least, she told me she was gonna, but she’s such a bitch, she doesn’t do half the things she says she will— and Steve’s gonna be there—“

“Steve?” you said. “Like, Harrington?”

“Duh,” Lisa said. “He’s throwing the party.”

“Oh,” you said. “Um, well, can I come?”

“To Steve’s party?” Lisa asked, and you nodded. “I don’t know. It's not really your scene—“

“I've met him,” you said quickly, as if that would give you some sort of credit or approval from her. “Um, he and Eddie are friends, and I went to his house to watch a movie. He kissed me and everything.”

“Steve Harrington kissed you?” Lisa asked, and heat rose in your belly. You couldn’t tell what it was, anger or fear or the sheer upset feeling that Lisa didn’t believe you.

“On the cheek,” you said. “And he tried to look at my tits, but I told him no.”

“So, why do you wanna go to his party?” Lisa asked. “To get back at Eddie or something?”

You shrugged. “I don’t wanna get back at him,” you said. “I just wanna show him that… I don’t know, other people like me too.”

The party was that night at Steve’s house, and you gulped as Lisa tugged you into the depths of the party. You wondered just how many people were there, the music pounding and the thick smell of smoke and beer in the air. Smoke. It was the pungent stuff that Eddie had blown at you as he had fingered you, and your heart quickened in your chest. No. Surely he wasn’t—

“Is that Eddie?” Lisa called to you over the music, and you turned to see where she was pointing. On a couch in the living room, relaxed back with a joint in his mouth, was your ex. He wore his regular ripped jeans with the Black Sabbath shirt that you had worn, his hair looking soft and freshly shampooed, just the way you liked it. He didn’t seem as if he saw you, and you squeaked.

“I wanna find Stevie,” you told Lisa, grabbing her hand hard. “Do you know where he is?"

"Probably out by the pool," Lisa said, and she held your hand tightly as she dragged you out of the house and to the back. There were people back here too, all smoking and drinking and dancing, and your heart skipped when you saw Steve sitting on a lawn chair by the side of the pool, a cigarette behind his ear and a beer on a small table beside the chair.

"Stevie!" you called to him, and you took control, leading Lisa to him. You weren't entirely sure if she had ever met Stevie face to face before, but the way she froze when Steve looked towards you was all the confirmation you needed, and a hot flash rose in your belly. Finally; you had done something that Lisa hadn't.

"Hey there, pumpkin," Steve greeted you with a smile, and you remembered how he had called you that that night. "It's nice to see you here." He bent down and kissed your cheek, and you grinned as Lisa stayed frozen in your hand. "Who's this?"

"My friend, Lisa," you told him. "She convinced me to come tonight."

"I thought for sure you'd skip out on this," Steve told you, his eyes stuck on you, not even giving Lisa the time of day. "Especially because Eddie—"

"O-Oh, is he here?" you stammered, trying to play it off as if you had no idea.

"He always comes to my parties," Steve told you. "He sells a lot of weed here, makes a killing every time."

"I, umm, didn't see him or anything," you said softly, and Steve smiled at you, his lips quirking up.

"I'll protect you from him," Steve said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Mean ole Daddy, he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're too good for him." Steering you away from Lisa, Stevie sat you down on the lawn chair that he was previously sat on, and he sat down on the ground, letting his finger absently run across your bare knee as he sipped his beer. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Can I have a beer?" you asked meekly. "V'never had one."

"You can have the rest of mine," Steve told you, passing you the aluminum can. "I don't like this kinda beer anyway, you can have it all."

"Oh," you said softly, and you looked into the darkness of the can for a second before you pressed it to your lips and tipped your head back. It tasted bad, watery and grassy and thin, and you wrinkled your nose at it.

"How 'bout I get you a Coke instead?" Steve asked, chuckling at your reaction. "I've got some of that New Coke, have you ever had it?" You shook your head, and Steve smiled, moving himself to his feet and taking his drink back. "I'll be right back, pumpkin, you and Linda stay right here."

"Lisa," she corrected him, and Steve squinted his eyes shut.

"Right," he said. "Lisa, Lisa... You two pretty girls stay here, I'll be back."

"Wait, Stevie," you started, grappling at the edge of his shirt. "Don't tell Eddie I'm here. He'll get upset."

"Why?" Steve asked. "He's not your boyfriend anymore, he can't tell you what to do."

"Yeah, but he'll try to talk to me," you said. "A-And I think I'll start crying if he tries to talk to me."

"Well, we can't have that," Steve said, and he knocked your cheek with his bent finger affectionately. "My lips are sealed, pumpkin." With that, he slid out of your grip and went back inside the house, leaving you and Lisa by the pool. There weren't many people out there, only you two and a handful of others, and it made it feel special, secluded, almost.

"Wow," Lisa giggled, sitting down next to you. "Steve really likes you. Are you gonna kiss him?"

"Why would I kiss him?" you asked.

"Because he's giving you those big 'kiss me' eyes," Lisa said. "You really don't see it?"

You shrugged. "You know me, I'm..." you started, and you sighed. "I can be pretty dumb."

"Aw, that's okay," Lisa said. "We're all dumb sometimes."

You nodded, your knee jiggling as you waited for Stevie to come back, and you finally brightened when you saw him, carrying a red can of soda and a new beer. The cigarette was lit between his lips, and he wrinkled his eyebrows at Lisa. "Hey, I think someone was looking for you?" he started. "He told me his name but I can't remember— I don't know the kid. Mason or Jason or—"

"Jason Carver?" Lisa beamed. "He's looking for me?"

"Yeah, that's him," Steve said. "In a letterman jacket, he asked if I had seen you."

"Oh," Lisa said, and you giggled as she smiled. "Where is he?"

"In the kitchen," Steve said. "He—" Lisa was up before he could even finish his sentence, and he smirked as she flounced, setting an featherlight kiss on your cheek before she left. "I guess that's Linda gone, huh?"

"Y-Yeah," you stuttered, taking the Coke from Steve's hand. "Lisa."

"Oh, fuck me," Steve said. "I'm sorry, I'm bad with names." He took his seat back on the ground, and he leaned his head against your knee, fiddling with your skirt on your thigh. "How are you, pumpkin? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you."

"Well, y'know," you mumbled. "Eddie and I broke up, so it's kinda sucked recently."

"Yeah," Steve said softly. "I'm sorry about that. Like I said, that dick doesn't deserve you."

"Why did you wanna see my tits?" you asked suddenly, remembering Eddie's words that it was in fact Steve's idea to get under your dress that night. Had he lied to you then too, to try to absolve himself of any wrongdoings? "Eddie told me it was your idea."

"Did he tell you that?" Steve asked. "Jesus, baby, no, I would never. He told me that you were easy to convince and that he bet that he could make you do it again. Eddie's one of my best friends, but he can be a real nasty dick sometimes."

"Really?" you mumbled, and you sipped at your drink to try to ward off the tears. "He's so much meaner than I thought he was."

"Sometimes people can surprise you," Steve shrugged, drinking his beer. His finger traced down from your thigh to your ankle and back up to your thigh, and he whispered, "You're so pretty."

"What?" you asked.

"Just sayin' you're gorgeous," Steve said. "And I'm really sorry about what happened with Eddie. You two seemed like you were so good together."

"But he lied to me," you said. "Boyfriends don't lie to their girlfriends."

"Not without a good reason," Steve said. "Maybe he was trying to protect you."

"Protect me?" you scoffed. "From what? He was using me, he was the one hurting me."

"Protect you from himself," Steve said. "Ed's a complicated guy, but I know that he really liked you. He might've even loved you, but, if his lying was that big of a problem..." He shrugged. "I get it."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "And he used me, he was gross and used me..."

"What did he do?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Stevie," you started, and his finger dipped under your skirt for just a second. "I, umm... Can you move your hand?"

"Aw, pumpkin, I'm just touching you," Steve said. "I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

"I don't want you to touch me," you told him, and you set down your drink and started to stand up. "I think I wanna go home."

"Hey, calm down," Steve said, standing up faster than you. "Linda's off with Jason, she can't take you home. Just stay here for a while."

"No, Stevie," you told him. "I wanna go home, let go of me."

"Pumpkin, c'mon, don't be difficult," Steve said, and you sneered at him.

"You're no better than Eddie," you bit at him. "You're just as fucking gross as he is."

"Oh, wow, we're cussing now?" Steve laughed. "C'mon, baby, let's just calm down a little—" His hand moved to your arm then, taking you in his strong grip, and you whined at the pain of your pinched skin between his fingers.

"Let go of me!" you whimpered, and fear stabbed at your heart when Steve reached up and cupped your cheek hard. It should have been gentle, but it wasn't, and you tried to crane your head away from what you knew was coming. Steve was stronger than you, though, faster than you, and his kiss swiped across your lips before you could do anything to stop it. "Steve, stop it!"

"You can just forget about mean ole Eddie, pumpkin," Steve told you, his hard grip on your arm bruising. "I'll treat you better than he did."

"Stop!" you cried, and, before you knew what had happened, something had ripped from your arm, a movement that you didn't even know you had done until it was already finished: your hand shot out and slapped Steve across the cheek hard, hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your palm erupt in flames.

"Jesus," Steve laughed. "I didn't know you were so feisty. I love a girl with a little fire in her."

"I said no, Steve!" you told him, trying again to step away from him, but his grip was too strong, and he pulled you even closer, until your front was pressed against his. "Let me go!"

Steve kissed you again, hard, his mouth pressed against yours so firmly that it hurt. You hit his shoulder, his chest, any part of him that you could reach to try to deter him, and you sobbed when Steve reached down and grabbed handfuls of your ass. There was no getting out of this, you realized, and your tears streamed down your face as you finally figured out how to get Steve away from you. Your stomach roiled, your head felt like it was in a vice, and you tore yourself away from his mouth for just long enough to scream.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, you're calling for him?" Steve asked. "You need him to save you or some shit?"

"Let go of me!" you sniffled. "Daddy, help me!"

"Just calm the fuck down," Steve said quickly. "I won't hurt you, pumpkin, I'd never wanna hurt you—"

In an instant, Steve was being dragged away from you, and you sniffled and wrapped your arms around your middle as you watched Eddie get up in Steve's face. His cheeks were red, his jaw clenched; he was furious. "What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie snapped. "She fuckin' said no, can't you hear her?"

"Go away, Munson," Steve sneered back. "This is none of your business."

"I hear my girl calling my name and come to see you groping her and she's crying?" Eddie asked. He was seething, seeing red. "I think it is my business."

"She's not your girl anymore," Steve told him. "And that's your fucking problem, you think she's still yours. She's moved on, haven't you, pumpkin?"

You sniffled as two sets of blazing eyes landed on you, and you suddenly became aware of the silence around you. The party had all but stopped to watch the fight, and you turned back to Eddie and shook your head. You wiped your nose on your wrist and you mumbled, "I-I didn't wanna kiss him, Daddy, please believe me."

"I believe you, princess, I believe you," Eddie told you quickly, and he stepped over to you, putting his hands gently on your waist. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," you said shakily and sniffled. "He was just touching me and kissing me, but I told him no."

"Yeah, but the little bitch slapped me," Steve spat.

"Good," Eddie said, turning back to you. "I'm proud of you, princess. Here, sit down, take a drink, try to calm down." He guided you to sit back on the lawn chair, and he pushed the can of Coke into your hands, helping you sip at it with shaking hands. "Just like that, good girl."

"I'm not fuckin' done with you," Eddie said then, turning back to Steve. "Maybe she's not mine, but that doesn't mean that you get to feel her up whenever you want. The fuck's the matter with you?"

"Me?" Steve laughed. "What about you? Think about what you've done to her, I only know about making her show you her tits and the fingering bullshit, what else have you made her do, you pervert?"

"Don't throw stones in glass houses," Eddie laughed bitterly. "I seem to remember how you were begging to see her tits too. If I'm bad, then you're just as bad as me. Worse, even, because, you know what, I have some fucking self control, I didn't touch her until she told me that she wanted me to. If anyone's the pervert here, it's you—"

You screamed and dropped your drink as Steve threw a punch, and Eddie stumbled back for a moment, knocking over the small table beside you. The glass top shattered, and you jumped and cried as Eddie fell back onto his hands on the ground. The crunch of the glass was deafening in your ears, and fear paralyzed you when Eddie pushed his hair from his face to reveal blood. Blood was pouring from his nose, staining his lip and chin, and he slowly reached up and touched his nose, hissing at the pain of what was undoubtedly broken.

"Eddie," you sobbed, kneeling down beside him. Everything was quiet as the glass sliced your knees, tearing your skin the shreds, and you pushed his hair behind his ear as you watched tears fall from his beautiful chocolate eyes. "Oh my God."

"S'what you fucking deserve," Steve spat. "Someone should've done that to you a long time ago."

You saw the flames ignite in Eddie's eyes, and his mouth contorted into an ugly, bloody gash of red as he pushed himself up from the ground. You saw the glass imbedded in his palms as he clenched his hands into fists, and you sobbed and covered your eyes as you prepared for him to punch Steve. You could never forget the sight of Eddie getting hit, and you couldn't watch anymore.

"Y'know what, Steve?" Eddie said. His voice was thick, and you slowly peeked out from behind your hands to see him stepping backwards. "You're not worth it. You've never been worth it. Maybe you do deserve to get the shit kicked out of you, but I won't be the one to do it."

"Right, yeah," Steve laughed as Eddie extended his hand to you, helping you from the ground. "Whatever, dude."

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as Steve continued his rant, something about Eddie being a pussy for not fighting back, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.

"Your nose—" you started, and Eddie shook his head.

"I'll be okay," Eddie sighed. "I'm worried about you, princess."

"M'fine," you mumbled, looking down at your legs. "My knees hurt."

"You've probably got some glass in them," Eddie said. "Be careful..." He took your hand in his and started to lead you away from Steve, but Steve's next words stopped him cold in his tracks.

"Yeah, fucking run away, Munson! Just like you always do!"

Eddie took a deep breath, but he kept walking, tugging you behind him. "He's not worth it," Eddie whispered, almost to himself, and he pulled you into his body and buried a kiss in your hair. "Not worth it, princess..."

to be continued...

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tw innocent reader

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Jacob & Sam talking about queerness in IWTV.

A compilation of stuff they've said in interviews.

(Long post!)

A.V. Club

Q: The show is being hailed as unabashedly queer as compared to the film adaptation. Why was that important to both of you and the show’s creators?

SR: It’s what’s written in the book. We’re doing the book and it’s the way it’s supposed to be.

JA: It’s true to the story.

SR: It’s true to what Anne wanted and, yeah… it’s time.

JA: It would be rude not to.

SR: Yeah.

Comicbook

Q: How important was it for the two of you to get this aspect of the story (the queerness of the books) not only correct, but to tell the full breadth and aspect of this very unique relationship?

JA: (…) For one, we have to acknowledge that the books are very queer. I think that IWTV Louis is not talking about it, at least in terms of Lestat.

SR: Until you get to the second half of the book. By the second half of the book, Louis does sort of start to acknowledge that it was something more, which I think is such a cool… (…) I think the relationship, the way Louis describes it in the beginning is sort of like, is it subtext or has he acknowledged it or is he just angry with the way it worked out? But I really feel that as we go on, the text is the text. It’s very clear that they’re in love and that they’re in a romantic relationship. I don’t think we would be doing the Anne Rice universe or doing the Vampire Chronicles if that wasn’t the case. I think it would be something else. And it would be a waste of time for us too because the fun stuff comes from the complexities of the relationship and the dynamics and all the detail and nuance that they have. If we’re doing a “will they won’t they” or, like, subtle glances across the room then you spend all the time on that tension rather than the really complicated toxic dynamic that exists between the two of them.

JA: Yeah, and then also playing that off against that tension and the aftermath of some of those fights. It suddenly rebuilds this sexual and emotional tension. Like you said, you get to explore the breadth of a relationship. But yeah, they’re each other’s endgame, aren’t they? In the books, they always come home to each other. I think it’s telling that that seems to be the denouement or the end of a lot of the novels: Louis and Lestat being petty and in love.

Esquire

Q: The 1994 film adaptation of Interview With the Vampire shied away from depicting the romance between Lestat and Louis. Your adaptation is very explicit; at one point, we even see Lestat and Louis have sex while levitating. Rolin Jones described this series as “an excitable, aggressive, toxic, beautiful love story.” What did that mean to you, finally getting to tell the story in its full, explicit sensuality?

SR: I was very happy it was going that way, because it wouldn't be Interview With the Vampire if it didn't. It’s really important that we explored that, because a big part of their relationship is this intense connection. Anne Rice describes drinking each other's blood as incredibly erotic, almost like having sex. So how do you translate that on screen? I guess nude levitation translates quite well. I think it's really important that we don't shy away from it, because if we spend the whole season going, "Will they? Won't they?," we don't get to the really interesting parts of this complex relationship. Getting straight down to it means we can look at the dynamics of this pair—how they hurt each other and how they build each other up.

JA: With the levitating scene, we talked a lot about how you need those moments of joy and excitement and romance so it's not all about tortured Catholic guilt. We've seen vampire stories told that way before, and like Sam said, you then can't get into the messiness of their relationship. You have to really believe. You have to know that these two people are in love. Being in love is complicated and beautiful and messy.

IFC Center

Q: Sam, from the beginnings of the vampire traditions in literature and theatre, there’s often been a gay subtext. But for this adaptation, subtext becomes text.

SR: Yeah, I would say it’s not subtext, cause in Anne Rice it’s pretty damn clear. So it’s not subtext becomes text, it’s just text is now being text. And I think, fuckin’ yeah, it should be. If we’re going to do Anne Rice, we might as well do Anne Rice properly.

SR (about Lestat’s otherness): He’s come from some pretty intense experiences where he’s learned the history of vampires and things like that. And Lestat has come over from Europe to get away from the catechism of humanity and the way that’s kind of slapped on top of the vampires. That it’s all about self-flagellation in Christianity, Catholicism, that we’re all monsters and as a monster you have to serve Christ by being a servant of the Devil. You’re a monster: wake up and serve Christ. Which is what he’s discovered in his past. And Lestat thinks “That is garbage, and I’d much rather have a good time and I’d much rather celebrate myself.” Because he didn’t get a choice, he didn’t get to choose to become a vampire, he was forced into it. And I think we comment on it on the show, that all vampires are born out of trauma and that’s why people identify with them so well. Because they are traumatic, painful beings – often there’s sexual trauma in it as well. So he’s come to New Orleans to get out of that, to start his own new life, really. I think his bisexuality, his pansexuality has always been a part of that character when he was human, before he was a vampire, and I think that’s something he’s always embraced. It’s also something that’s quite heavily embraced in the vampire world as well, so it’s a nice space for that to work. And then once you become a very powerful being, the mess of humanity, all of these rules and things, they don’t matter.

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Q: Why are vampires associated with queerness?

SR: It’s being an outsider but also owning it, and owning a space. And they’re sexy and cool. They’re awesome.

JA: There’s definitely as well something about growing up marginalised, and sometimes (…) you feel like you relate to the monsters more when you grow up othered. You feel like “Oh, this is supposed to be scary but this creature’s being treated the same way that I’ve been treated sometimes”. There’s just something very welcoming and comforting about that and I think those ideas exist together.

SR: And they also live life by their own rules, define their own terms. It’s their own space, it’s not within any conformity. And actually, in our show, we do that a lot, like “Why are you so interested in this bullshit human existence?” I mean, there’s so much more than being confined to one thing or being told that you’re one thing by society.

Pride.com

Q: In this version, the queer subtext is out the door, it is fully textual. Why do you think that was important for this version?

SR: I mean, it’s funny when we talk about subtext because, like, I was a fan of the books previous to being a part of it, and I can see why, particularly in the first book, it could be considered subtext. But I feel like, especially from the second book or even the second half of the first book, it’s really text. And so I feel like it wouldn’t be Anne Rice’s IWTV or Anne Rice’s universe or Vampire Chronicles if that wasn’t properly dealt with and addressed. And as soon as you get through the fact that they’re in a romantic relationship and that they love each other very deeply, then you get to really look at what the hell this relationship was about, what are the nuance and the complexities of it, cause it’s not as straightforward.

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SR: I’m really excited for Anne Rice fans to actually get to see Louis and Lestat in a romantic relationship, and we’re not shying away from that in any way, shape or form at all, and don’t even bother… It’s straight up from the very beginning.

Q: Can’t say they’re besties?

SR: Never. No, it’s love at first sight.

JA: They actually kind of don’t like each other. They’re just very in love.

SR: Yeah, very in love. I mean, it’s love at first sight and Anne was very clear about that, for Lestat at least. Had to do a bit of wooing to get him there, but he gets there. So I’m excited for people to see that, because everyone deserves it.

TV Guide

SR: You can see these two monsters, these two men, kissing under Jesus Christ like they’re supposed to be and like they’re valued and important in the eyes of God, and they’re loved; or like they’re the antichrist and they’re here to burn that church down.

TV Insider

Q: Sam, Louis and Lestat’s romance is made explicitly clear in this version, and other than it being loyal to the book, why do you think that’s important for a modern series?

SR: I mean, it’s what exists in the world. Sometimes you hear people say that we’ve made the subtext text when actually we’ve just gone back to the text. It exists. So it’s important to honour that because that’s what was written and that’s why a lot of people love these stories. This love story exists and it’s a complicated love story and they’re complicated monsters who are in love. It would be a real shame if we didn’t honour that.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #sam reid #jacob anderson #queer media #queer representation

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damiansgoodgirll · 8 months

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can you please make rhea x reader where she saves reader from being assaulted please?

rhea ripley x reader

‼️ reader being assaulted but not too specifically, shitty men and shitty dates, rhea being the hero i need in my life

safe place

what started as a good day ended up being an awful one.

you were supposed to have a date with a man you met a few weeks ago, you never met him in real life but everytime you two talked, something sparkled between the two of you. so he suggested meeting you for a drink and you agreed.

that’s how you found yourself waiting for a man who never came at some bar you didn’t even know, in a neighbourhood you never went with people you didn’t know.

you texted him and called him probably a hundred times but he never showed up and after waiting for two hours you got tired and decided to leave.

you honestly didn’t care if something bad happened that he couldn’t make it, you just wished he talked to you and told you he wasn’t going to make it, you would have rescheduled it and you would have been fine at home.

you drank two glasses of wine while waiting for him, and when you saw he wasn’t coming, you asked the waiter if she could bring you the third one, then the fourth and then the fifth. you basically ended up drinking a whole bottle of wine by yourself and you couldn’t care less.

you were in a bar with people you didn’t know so you really didn’t care if they were going to judge you.

the music was bad and the sweaty bodies dancing around you made you wanted to leave but when you stood up from the chair, you realised you were probably a little too drunk for driving.

you didn’t care tho…all you wanted was to leave that shithole.

you felt a man grabbing your arm and leading you into his body.

“already leaving? we didn’t have the chance to talk…” a stranger approached you and his words made you wanted to vomit.

“yes i’m leaving…” you said trying to free yourself from his grip and when you succeeded you excused yourself. but that man followed you. you knew it was a bad idea leaving the bar in your state, especially with a man following you.

“where are you going baby? we’re gonna have so much fun…” you felt his hands on your body again, this time he was circling your waist.

he pushed you towards his body, your back to his chest and even if you wanted to scream, you couldn’t find the strength to do so. you were even more disgusted when you felt his dick pressing into your ass.

your eyes getting wet at just the idea of what could happen.

“just leave me the fuck alone…” you yanked yourself away from his body and you made it pass through all of the people, just to reach the female’s bathroom.

you were panicking, you never found yourself in that situation and you had no idea of what to do.

you were sure no one in the club would help you, especially after the barman saw the whole scene and did nothing but to smile.

you were crying, locked in the bathroom, your mind was spinning and you couldn’t control your breathing.

you knew only one person that could have helped you in that situation so you rapidly went through your phone and called her number.

“y/n i hope there’s a fucking good reason on why you’re calling me at one in the morning” the voice on the other side of the phone said

“r-rhea…” you whispered through your tears.

the moment she heard her name coming from your lips, the moment she heard the tone you used, she woke up, giving her attention fully to you.

“y/n what’s going on? are you okay?” she asked a little scared.

“r-rhea…i need - i need your help please…i don’t know what to do” you tried to explain but you were hyperventilating and you didn’t know how to explain to her what was going on.

“sweetheart please take a deep breath…tell me what’s going on…” she asked you softly.

“i’m at this bar…i don’t know exactly where…i probably had too many glasses of wine and i can’t drive back home…” you explained “rhea there’s a man…he - fuck he won’t leave alone, he’s outside the bathroom and” you cried on the phone and rhea swore she felt her heart break “…i’m so scared…he kept touching me and i don’t know what to do”

“don’t leave the bathroom until i get there okay? you hear me?” she asked and you said yes “send me your location, i’ll be there in no time, i promise you” she said and you nodded, sending her the location.

you were still talking to her on the phone when she was driving, she wanted to make sure you were being safe but something happened that made you panic and you accidentally hung up on her.

that man kept banging on the door, telling you that the moment you stepped out of the door, he would have taken you home and “made you forget about your problems”. you were scared and disgusted at the same time.

rhea drove fast, she didn’t care if she got some speeding tickets. she wanted to be sure you were safe.

when she got to the bar, she immediately was met with the smell of alcohol and sweat, making her want to vomit.

she reached to the female’s bathroom and when she saw a man standing next to the door, she threw him away from it, telling the security that he was harassing girls.

she didn’t care about the man screaming at her, you were her priority.

“sweetheart…it’s me…” rhea knocked on the door “the man is gone…you can come out…” she softly said.

you stood up, locking the door and when you saw her there, you threw yourself into her arms.

“it’s okay honey…he’s gone” she comforted you “you’re safe beautiful…you’re safe…i’m gonna get you home okay?” she asked and you nodded.

once in her car, you thought that she was going to scold you for being so reckless but in the end, she made sure you were okay.

of course you weren’t okay and rhea noticed it too.

“sweetheart what were you doing in a place like that?” she asked you.

“i was supposed to have a date” you sniffled a little “but he never showed up…and i ended up drinking a whole bottle of wine, how stupid of me”

“hey don’t say that!” rhea scolded you this time “it wasn’t your fault that man is a dick and he never showed up…love, you deserve so much better” she said, her hand gently locking with your trembling one.

she wanted to tell you how much she loved you but you weren’t in the right mindset at the moment.

“and plus there was that man…” you whispered.

“did he do anything?” she asked.

“no…well…i mean, he touched me but then i was being able to free myself and locked myself into the bathroom…i was so scared, i’m so sorry i woke you up”

“don’t apologised…i’m so glad you called me, otherwise i can’t think of what could have happened if i wasn’t there…” she said giving you a comforting smile.

she was absolutely mad about the fact that someone touched you without your consent but at the same time she was glad she made it right in time.

the ride back home was pretty silent, and even if you wanted go back to your apartment, rhea insisted that you spent the night at her place but you couldn’t even argue about it that you ended up sleeping in her car, too tired to even fight back.

rhea was relieved by that, knowing that you would be safe at her place with her.

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Nancy x Ace and the quandary of choice in 4x10

Guys, guys, guys. Nancy has taken terrible decision making to a whole new level.

We had 4x08 and those gorgeous beautiful moments between Nancy and Ace, both at the loading dock and the telephone call at the end of the episode. And we all went YES, MY BABIES, YOU ARE BACK ON TRACK.

And then. AND THEN. We had two episodes where Nancy and Ace basically don’t interact at all. Which seems so counterintuitive to everything we’ve had in the run up. Even when they stopped trying to break the curse they were still interacting, hell, they were practically breaking up every episode. So to go from that to nothing was SUSPICIOUS.

I trust the Nancy Drew writers completely. Even when it seems bizarre and off track, you end up watching each season back as a whole and everything slots so beautifully into place and you have the slow dawning realisation that even whilst you were screaming at the screen because WHAT ARE YOU DOING, it actually links in and every thread ties together and it ends up becoming this gorgeous whole which is so much fun to re-watch.

So when things seem weird, suspicious, and downright off key for this point in a season, I trust that it’s actually going to make sense and come together and I’m going to have an OH moment.

And things in Horseshoe Bay are SUSPICIOUS AS HELL right now.

Nancy was a mess in 4x08, not only over her feelings over Ace, but also the grief over her mum and the anniversary. And when grief is particularly strong we don’t necessarily make the best life choices. If you were heartbroken, if you just wanted to stop feeling the pain, and you knew there was a way to take that away, would you take it?

Others have already analysed Nancy’s outfit in the photo of her at the wash basin, and placed it the night of the anniversary. I personally think that she goes after the phone call, our last beautiful moment between these two. Think about what’s said. Ace says to her, “It’s hard to be your friend right now” then pauses before continuing “I’m a better person with you in my life.” She thinks about this for a moment before replying “I’m not happy without you in mine.”

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But it hurts, so so much, for both of them. And slowly it dawns on her after they’ve said their goodbyes, that there is a way to solve this. He wants her in his life, she’s not happy without him in hers, but he just said it, it is so hard to be around each other.

So she goes back, back to the Yacht Club, back down the stairs, not even aware of the tears that have dried on her face on the drive over. Because she doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want to take it away.

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And this hurts even more thinking about that scene with Ace earlier in the evening when she tells him memories are all we have left because she’s about to remove even that. That photo of her taken after speaking her sin, she’s defiant, gutted, as though this has cost her everything to do but she’s not sorry. Because in her pain filled haze this is the only answer, this is the logical next step. Take away the memories, take away the pain, take away the feelings, and things will be ok.

But she’s miscalculated, the same as Ace when he said they could go back to before. There is no before, there is no going back, and Nancy and Ace’s relationship is nothing but feelings. They’ve never just been friends, it’s all so tangled up together that it’s like trying to remove the heart and expecting the body to keep living.

So she speaks her sin, and there’s a wealth of things she could choose from - choosing Ace instead of the town, killing her soulmate, lying to him about wanting to move on. How far back has she gone? What has she asked the sin eater to consume?

And then we have 4x09 and 4x10. And something is off, something is wrong. Ace is removed from the group, there’s barely any engagement, and Nancy isn’t pining, Nancy is fine. Nancy is more than fine, she’s moving on. And that just doesn’t track against soulmate, he’s my person, best kiss of my life Nancy from the first half of the season. It doesn’t make sense, and in a show like this, something not making sense is not poor writing, it’s us as the audience not yet having all the pieces of the puzzle yet.

Sure there’s a whole other branch of excitement where we think Ace has picked up a speaking to dead people curse, which is further added to by Bess not being able to hear this ghost, and please for the love of everything Bess will you stop thinking about all the other things and focus on the fact that Ace can suddenly hear a dead person after disposing of that curse?!

But that helps to highlight the wrong, the slight shift in gravity Horseshoe Bay has undergone. Suddenly the language Nancy is using is different, there’s no mention of a curse, no mention of an epic love. Just about things getting messy and complicated with her ex and wanting something simple. That doesn’t track. That’s not Nancy, that’s not what we’ve just watched. It’s such a complete tonal shift from everything that has come before. And none of the others are commenting on it. Previously we’ve had little comments and moments where the others have talked about her and Ace, where the curse has been discussed, and now suddenly there’s nothing.

And this is a powder keg waiting to blow. She was in pain, sure, but Nancy has violated everyone in the Drew Crew by speaking this sin and asking it to be taken away. But none more so than Ace. How has her sin altered their memories? It seems to have removed all knowledge of the curse, all of their feelings for each other. Ace is not going to react well to that, and rightly so. Nancy has reverted back to old patterns and behaviours - I will fix the thing on my own, I don’t need anyone else for this. She has come so far, she works so well as part of a team, but this thing, this painful heart breaking hole inside her that can’t be filled by anything but Ace’s smile and the touch of his fingers on her skin and the way he breathes out her name, this feels like it’s hers and hers alone.

She’s felt so alone, ever since Ace told her he couldn’t carry on trying, ever since he walked away. That was the ultimate abandonment, and so she has assumed this pain as her own. Stopped considering Ace in this, because he keeps telling her it’s fine, he’s fine, they’re fine, they can go back. Their inability to communicate properly has led to her feeling like he isn’t hurting too.

So she takes the curse, and the knowledge of it, and she destroys it. But nothing stays buried forever and Ace is going to be furious when he realises she’s taken his memories from him. Altered his feelings, removed his choice from this. The fallout from this is going to be catastrophic, because how can Nancy justify this, explain this away to Ace, make it make sense that she would do this to him, to them?

Because what they’re living now isn’t better. They’re both still miserable, they don’t have the other in their lives in any meaningful way. They’re just existing.

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who are you again? | chapter 1 - m.m

intro: Getting pretty drunk after being abandoned by your friends at a club seemed like a very bad idea, but then you met a charming guy named Mason and thought that was about it… Until a photo of you two keeps appearing everywhere and you realize he wasn’t as mundane as you thought.

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At the beginning of the night, you thought you had good friends. Turns out they were a bunch of assholes that preferred to go to an after-party without letting you know anything about it. Now you were alone at a club, with no friends and no other option but to meet new people (which was beyond mortifying for your introverted self) or get so drunk that you forgot your actual dilemma.

If you were a smart person, you’d choose option one. But you weren’t, since you choose to be a very dumb person from time to time. And this was a perfect occasion to be dumb.

So there you were, sitting at the bar while drinking your third caipiroska of the night without making any attempt to follow the conversations that few guys tried to have with you. It was a very sad scene, but you didn’t care.

“Are you sure you want to keep drinking alone? Seems kinda boring.” A guy spoke next to you, slightly startling you. You turned, encountering the most beautiful white smile you’d ever seen. “Just saying, it might be fun to talk to someone while drinking that caipiroska.”

“Will it?” You arched both eyebrows, a bit impressed by how handsome he was.

“It will. At least with me.” He smiled widely, getting more comfortable in his seat. “I’ve been told I’m a pretty funny lad.”

He’s british.

“Who told you that? Your mommy?” You mocked his accent, hoping it didn’t sound too mean.

But he seemed pretty okay with your mocking. His smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’m Mason, how about you?” He extended his right hand towards you, surprising you again. This was odd behavior coming from a guy in a club.

“Have you been watching me this whole time?” You didn’t give your name right away, but you did shake his hand. “That’s kinda creepy, Mason.”

“I was… In a non-creepy way, may I add.” He was laughing, like your distrust was amusing. “You’re just too stunning to not notice.”

“Am I?” You gave him your first sincere smile of the night, slightly charmed by how his smile never wandered from his face or how his eyes were always going from your lips to your eyes. And well, the accent was gorgeous too. He was very handsome. “Well, thanks. You’re pretty stunning too.”

Wow, you were really drunk if you dared to say that outloud.

“Seems like I’m the one being charmed.” He said, still holding your hand, which you noticed just now. Why wasn’t it making you uncomfortable?

“Glad to know that.” Despite your nature, you didn’t retrieve your hand from his, which was warm, but not in a gross way. Was he capable of being gross? “So, Mason… When are you showing me that fun side of yours?”

He gave you a devastating smile that you knew you would remember even tomorrow, when the effects of the caipiroskas faded away. He had that type of aura; you could tell that this Mason guy was very infatuating.

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Turns out Mason wasn’t lying when he said he was, indeed, a pretty fun guy to be around. For about two hours, you didn’t stop dancing, carefully drinking (Mason’s suggestion), giggling at each other’s antics, and, as unusual as it seemed, kissing from time to time.

You didn’t expect to be making out with some guy you just met, but there was something about Mason that just made it seem okay. You thought about how many girls he had kissed while dancing and laughing like he was doing with you, but it wasn’t worth it. You had to live in the moment since it was very unlikely that you'd see each other again.

“It’s so hot in here!” You screamed, still dancing with the biggest smile you remembered having.

“I know, right?” He stopped, grabbing your waist in such a natural move that anyone would think you were a couple used to touching each other. “Do you want to get some fresh air?”

“Sure!” You let him take your hand, guiding you across the sea of people that, from time to time, seemed to turn around and take a good look at you while passing by.

It was a bit odd, but maybe you just were imagining it. What was there to look?

Once you made it outside, you quickly forgot about the stares. It was freezing. You realized your club outfit wasn’t the most appropriate choice at this time of year, when nights tend to get colder.

“Bit chilly.” Mason whispered next to you, a smile still on his face. It seemed permanent. “Here you go, darling. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Before you could refuse it, his jacket was now placed on your shoulders, warming you so well that you didn’t object.

“Thank you.” The smirk on your face also appeared to be permanent, at least when you looked at him. “Such a gentleman.”

“Proper English behavior and all that.” He hugged you by the waist, pulling you towards his body until you were basically cuddling. You were cuddling outside a club with a practical stranger. “Your drunk face is a very adorable one.”

“Who said I’m drunk?” You wrinkled your nose, not feeling offended by it.

“Those eyes of yours.” He sounded like someone who had known you for a long time. It was weird. “They are very pretty. You are very pretty.”

“Not stunning, beautiful, breathtaking?” You teased, laughing when he rolled his eyes at you.

“All of that and more, actually.”

Then you stayed in a comfortable silence that lasted until he lowered his face just a bit, and you understood the message. You met his lips midway, and as every kiss you’d shared along the night, it was amazing. Too amazing.

“You have to give me your number.” Was the first thing he said after the kiss finished, making you laugh as loudly as your self-awareness allowed you to.

“Sure thing.”

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When you discovered it, it came in the oddest way possible: a suggested tweet from an account that you’d never seen before in your feed. The universe, as some people called it.

You first clicked on it out of curiosity, because gossip was something you enjoyed from time to time, even if it involved celebrities you didn’t know. Then, after the realization slowly came to you, you kept staring at the photo until it started to get out of focus.

It was impossible. Because that was Mason and you. Mason, the guy you just met yesterday, and you. Kissing. Which you remember doing. But what you didn’t remember was Mason being a famous footballer.

Chelsea’s star Mason Mount.

You went over those words over and over until you felt dizzy. Your fingers went directly to Google, and after tipping his name, there wasn’t any room for mistakes. He was the same Mason from yesterday.

Then you went back to reality, thinking about how sweet and casual he acted throughout the night. He gave you his number, and you gave him yours. You wondered if he felt that comfortable because he was aware that you didn’t had the slightest idea about who he was.

And like destiny, your phone buzzed with an incoming message.

💌 Mase 🤍

Good morning, beautiful

You stared at his name for far too long. You felt like floating through a lucid dream. What could you say in this situation?

💌 You are fucking famous????

💌 Mase 🤍

You do know how to wake up a fella, don’t you?

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Boom Boom + Cipher

From X-Men '97: Remember It.

My over-analysis of this 1.8 seconds of implied Sapphic content under the cut.

So... Let's dig in!

In Episode 5 of X-Men '97, we get a scene in a Genoshan Gala that intentionally feels like a gay club, despite it largely centering characters who, nominally at least, are straight. There is one moment of queerness in it, a scene of two women dancing together - who comic fans may recognize as Tabitha Smith AKA Boom Boom and Alisa Tager AKA Cipher.

My first reaction to this was to be confused? Like. The X-Men is a very queer brand. There are a LOT of textually queer characters who they could have used for their one moment of Sapphic desire. Hell, Karma and Galura got together while dancing at the Hellfire Gala - and Betsy and Rachel's romance began its road from subtext to text there as well. Cipher and Boom Boom feel so... random to me?

But then I began thinking about it more and talking about it with people... and I kind of really like it?

Cipher's entire thing is that she exists invisibly and intangibly. She debuts in Young X-Men, but it is revealed she has been around for years of comic history before then. She has been there the whole time, impacting the narrative from the sidelines, helping her classmates through their troubles despite being a secret to nearly everyone.

That experience can be mapped onto a lot of minority experiences, but it certainly works well for queer experiences. Queer people are historically ignored and have their stories sidelined, but they have always been around - acting in the shadows, waiting for the safety to come out and be themselves in public.

I think there's something interesting about the queer rep in this show set in the 90s being someone who has this sort of story. She may not be a protagonist, but she's the hero of her own story and is metatextually waiting for the chance to come out and show herself fully... It's neat!

On the other hand, I think this character choice could also be read as a sort of dig at Disney S&P by the animators?

Disney is often (rightfully) critiqued for having these blink-or-you'll-miss-it moments of queerness - and, when they do them, they often censor them out when releasing the films in more queerphobic markets... and so having the queer character be someone who can TURN HERSELF INVISIBLE is kind of funny in that way too? Her powers fit her role as a background Disney gay - she can make herself go unnoticed. Literally. So unnoticed that even TELEPATHS cannot read her mind.

Boom Boom, meanwhile, also makes sense as a sort of allegorical queer character, but in a less fun and interesting way... In the comics, she has a story about her father not accepting her mutanthood in a way that mirrors certain real-life queer experiences.

ANYWAY. That is probably too much opining on what is under two seconds of gay content... I do hope we see some comic book canon queers in more roles going forward - all we've gotten thus far is Northstar in a Mojoverse vision - but this gif-length of time was neat to me and got me thinking if nothing else!

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corruptedcaps · 1 year

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Train ride

Jessica had been looking forward to getting home all day. She had stayed late at work to finish a project and was now on the train, heading back to her apartment. It was late, the train was practically empty, and Jessica was exhausted. She just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while.

But that was not going to happen. A group of chav girls had gotten on at the previous station, and they were loud and rowdy. They were drinking from bottles of wine, swearing and laughing, and generally making a scene. Jessica tried her best to ignore them, but their voices were so loud that it was impossible not to hear them.

The girls were oblivious to Jessica's presence. They were too busy having fun, and they didn't care who knew it. Jessica sat in silence, her eyes closed, trying to block out the noise. Finally she heard them disembark and all was silent again.

For a moment anyway because her new silence was interrupted by the buzzing of a phone. Opening her eyes she spied across at the seats where the girls had been and saw the phone vibrating. Clearly one of them had forgot it.

She hesitated for a second, wondering what to do. She could have just left it there, but something made her stand up and walk over to it. By the time she got there it had stopping ringing. Looking at the missed call it seemed like someone called ‘Mandy’ had been trying to reach her. Probably one of the other girls in the group.

Jessica was about to dial them back with the phone when curiosity got the better of her and she started snooping around in the phone. But as she scrolled through the messages, she started to see things she wasn't expecting. There were saucy messages, lewd pictures, and even some bullying social media posts.

Jessica felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she read the messages. She had never seen anything like this before, and she felt like she was intruding on someone's private life. But she couldn't stop herself from reading. The more she read, the more she felt kind of horny. Sure the pictures of this faceless girl showing her tits to a plethora of guys was hot, even to her as a straight woman, but it was the naughtiness of going through someone else’s phone that added a whole other level.

She found herself playing with her hair as she delved deeper and deeper into the contents of the phone. She began twirling it around her finger, with her long acrylic nails like someone knitting with long needles. Had she had the nails on this morning, she thought for a fleeting moment before being pulled back to the phone.

The owner of the phone was clearly a huge hit with men, judging by the various social media posts she made wearing skimpy clothes. They gained thousands of likes and she enjoyed posting them with bitchy captions like “Watch out girls, your men aren’t safe tonight.” Jessica found herself admiring the various outfits the woman wore.

They reminded her of her own trashy style she cultivated. That very moment she was wearing a shorter than short white skirt with a tight, midriff exposing, white top to match. Although for a second she could have sworn she had wore a smart business outfit that day.

“As if, I wouldn’t be caught in something so shit.” She said scoffing to herself as she lovingly brushed some hair off her skirt. She couldn’t wait to get out to the club tonight and show off her assets which we’re looking great in her new top.

And yet there was a nagging voice in the back on her head. A weak annoying voice telling her something was wrong, that something wasn’t right about how she was dressed, how she was thinking or even her memories. Wasn’t she on the way home not on the way out to some club? Her head was starting to hurt when the phone buzzed as it got a message from Tanya. Jessica tapped it and read eagerly.

“Jesy where are you babe? Me and the girls can’t be out without our fearless leader.” It read. Jessica read it over and over again, each time solidifying a new reality in her mind. She wasn’t Jessica, some drone who worked in a meaningless office job. The once-shy and introverted Jessica was now gone, replaced by a Jesy, the confident, loud and obnoxious Chav queen.

So lost in her new memories she hadn’t noticed she had got off the train and was currently waiting on the opposite platform for the next one to arrive. She began chewing on a piece of gum that seemed to magically appear in her mouth as a smile curled up on her face as new memories finally completely overwrote her old ones.

Just as the next train was pulling into the station, Jesy tapped on Tanya’s phone number and was quickly picked up.

“Babes where the fuck are you? We’re nearly at the club.” Tanya said down the line as a group of men came onto the train soon after Jesy.

Jessie's eyes darted towards the group. They were loud and boisterous, just like the Chav girls from before. Her chavs. Her eyes locked onto the strongest, most handsome one of the bunch. A sly smirk spread across her face as she looked at him, and she knew she had to have him.

“Sorry babes I got a little distracted by my phone but don’t you sluts go in without me, yeah?” Jesy said as she ended the call without Tanya replying. She had attention fully on her prize.

She clopped towards the men with her high heel shoes, holding herself with a sexy confidence Jessica never had. They had stopped talking to watch her saunter over to them. As she passed them she grabbed the hand of the handsome guy and led him to the back of the train, his friends hooting and hollering after him.

Jessie walked through the carriages, swaying her hips and tossing her hair back seductively. She could feel the eyes of the man on her as she made her way to the bathrooms. As soon as they walked in, she turned around and pressed her body against his, kissing him passionately.

“What’s your name?” He asked pulling away for just a second. She was annoyed by this.

“Who the fuck cares? Just get that cock out now!” She said as she roughly pulled at his belt until she saw what she wanted. He didn’t disappoint. He turned her around and hiked up her mini skirt, happy to find no underwear as a barrier.

She moaned proudly as he started to thrust vigorously into her. She grinned with delight at her reflection as she watch him pound away and noticed the wedding band on his finger. She loved nothing more than fucking married men. They always fucked like their life depended on it.

“God your cunt is so tight for such a slut.” He groaned as he came hard into her causing her eyes to roll back in her head happily. She hoped it wouldn’t be the last time she’d have a cock inside her tonight.

“Oh shit my stop.” He said stumbling out of the stall back towards his friends, not even taking a second glance at her. It was how she liked it. She touched up her makeup as the train pulled in and she took her time to walk back to her seat. Taking out her phone she snapped a selfie of herself to post online with the caption “nothing beats a train ride 😉”.

A few more stops and she’d be back with her girls, leading them on the dance floor with muscular men vying for their attention. However as the train pulled into another stop, her eye caught arrival of another hunk and she wondered how quick she could get him to the bathroom.

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