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fever pitch (b.b.) - part two

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soundtrack: lavender haze - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and Bradley go on a date. they say the wrong things --or right things-- and surprise each other as they get to know each other better. warnings: language, so much unresolved tension, mentions of character deaths, fluffy heartfelt stuff, but also like sexy stuff 👀 notes: i had so much fun writing this! special shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse who had to deal with my annoying thots at all hours. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always. happy reading! <3

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Subject: Guest Attendance Confirmation From: [email protected]

Dear Madam,

Thank you for confirming your information regarding your upcoming visit to Annabel’s.

It is our pleasure to host you for your dinner reservation on the 23rd of March, 2023, as a guest of our member Mr. Bradley Bradshaw. We hope that you have a wonderful experience dining and entertaining at the Club with us.

In order to ensure your positive and memorable experience with us, we kindly ask all members and guests to be aware of a few key rules of the Club:

DRESS CODE. We encourage individuality and style in your smart attire. After 6PM, gentlemen are required to wear jackets. Read the full dress code guidelines here.

PHONE & PHOTOGRAPHY. As a Private Members’ Club, we kindly ask Members and Guests to refrain from taking photographs within the Club’s premises. Posting content to your social media from your visit to the Club is not permitted. Phones must be kept on silent at all times and are only permitted for use in limited areas of the Club.

For guidance, read the Rules & Bylaws of the Club here.

If you require further information or assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out through this email address or by phone at +44 20 7946 0011.

Thank you and see you soon.

Best wishes, Maude Adams Floor Manager.

***

You’re not sure why you’re bracing for something to go wrong.

The restaurant is rife with opulence, with rich chartreuse and bronze walls and Japanese-style paintings over classic British architecture. Bradley booked a little corner booth just off the fireplace, the privacy still granting a nice view of the grandiose bar across the room. He pulled up your chair and told you that you look beautiful—a good three or four times, and it feels just as genuine as the first. With your show and his training the next day, you both had to pass on the booze and settle with some green tea to go with your food. Conversation flows effortlessly, exploring easy topics like your shared love of old movies, the Venn diagram of your music tastes, the novelty of the sport that he plays…

“Okay, but how did you get into soccer—I mean, football?” You smile sheepishly as you correct yourself. “Sorry. Wouldn’t wanna get maimed to death by the locals.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” And then he takes a deep breath as his finger toys with the condensation on the side of his glass. “It’s… uh, my dad, actually. He bought me a soccer ball for Christmas when I was like 2 and… it’s most of the memories I had with him, playing kickabout in the backyard.”

“Oh?”

He smiles—diplomatically, all things considered. “He died when I was 4.”

Your face falls. Fuck. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…”

“Nah, don’t be. It was a long time ago. And I feel like he’s with me every time I step on the pitch.” Bradley nods, ever so reassuring. He’s had enough ‘I’m sorry’s’ for every time his dad comes up in conversation, and he doesn’t want you to feel obliged to do the same.

“But hey, I think it’s wonderful… that he’s right there in spirit with you every game.” You smile back, trying to save this slip-up in conversation. “And I bet your mom’s really proud of you, right?”

To his own surprise, he chuckles. It really is true that tragedy plus time equals comedy. “I mean, I like to think so.” He notices your questioning look, and realizes he needs to let you in on the joke too. “My mom died when I was 17. Cancer. I moved out here and lived with my godfather. Got scouted for Arsenal.”

And there it is.

You’ve been so worried about all the external factors going wrong, that you didn’t consider that the faulty one might be you.

The clinks of plates and cutleries suddenly become so loud. The subtle piano playing over the speakers sound garbled, like you’re underwater. And the salmon sashimi in your mouth tastes like lead now. How the fuck does lightning manage to strike twice?!

“I’m sorry, I…” and now you can’t even muster up a proper apology, because what do you even say?! The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a lame excuse, “I… thought it was a good idea not to Google you.”

His heart catches at the sight of you, all wide-eyed and dumbstruck. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but he thinks he might have just fallen in love with you there. Foot in mouth and all.

But you… you think you must’ve looked so stupid right now. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“No, no, no. It’s alright!” Bradley quickly interjects, that twinkle of amusement in his eyes still lingers. “I appreciate it, actually. I’ll take awkward moments with you over anything else you can Google about me.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Of course. I mean… it’s not like you killed them, did you?”

There’s a split second of silence, when you meet his playful gaze, and his mouth pulls into a grin over your petrified look, and then… the tension simply melts away in a sigh of tentative laughs. The garbled underwater music has come up to the surface, the dining noises dissipates, and everything turns back to normal… ish.

“Anyway, what about yourself? How did you get into… all of this?”

“Oh, it’s all I’ve ever known, really. Pretty sure I sang before I knew how to talk. I was always pestering my mom about ballet and piano lessons and living room concerts… I was that kid, you know?”

The image makes him smile, and it sends butterflies to your stomach. “Your mom must’ve been thrilled.”

“Eh.” You shrug flippantly, and that non-answer is enough of an answer for Bradley. “But she knew I was stubborn as hell, and she’s better off letting me tire myself out than trying to stop me, so…”

“But you didn’t.”

You shake your head. “By 5, I was on Broadway—”

His jaw falls open, and he looks at you like grew a new head. “I’m sorry. Five years old?”

You raise your hand in defense, not wanting to oversell yourself. “To be fair, though, it was mostly luck. My mom was working in the theater company and they needed a kid, so I volunteered to stand in—I mean, naturally,” you roll your eyes at yourself, “And they liked me. So they put me on. But I didn’t have to do anything but pretend to be asleep while the adult cast carried me around.”

“Still. That’s more than most people can say. You continued doing it afterwards, right?”

“Mm-hm. Stage, commercials, TV, the occasional movies… anything I could get my hands on.”

Bradley studies you with this look of awe—not an unusual reaction, he’s sure; it’s a pretty impressive feat. But he also catches a lost sense of melancholy in the way you say it, and he can’t help but ask, “Did you have a childhood at all?”

And your heart catches. That’s something nobody ever asked you before… “What do you mean?”

He pauses, realizing he may have inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject with this line of questioning. So he tries again more carefully. “I just meant… you’ve been working most of your life. Did you ever just get to be a kid?”

“I…” you trail off, considering your answer. You want to say yes, of course you did, but the little sting in your throat makes you question yourself: did you?

And with the soft look in his eyes, you know he knows the real answer to that. Both of you do.

It’s alarming how disarming he can be, and you would hate it… except you don’t. At least not enough to make you run off. “I guess, being in that kind of environment, I didn’t really know how to be a kid…? If that makes any sense.”

Bradley nods, understanding. He’s not entirely sure how to respond, but he wants to be empathetic.

“I went to school and made friends for a while, but…” Normally this would be an uphill point in your story, but tonight… this part is tinged with distant sorrow. “I got a record deal when I was 15, and suddenly I was living in LA and working in the studio or going on tours and… I just wasn’t a kid anymore.”

It breaks his heart, the thought of a childhood lost on you like that. “Wow. You really have lived a life, haven’t you?” He can’t resist but reaches out for your hand.

The touch makes your heart catch, and it feels overwhelming. It feels like you’re gonna burst, so you chicken out with a lame joke. “Haven’t slept in 22 years.”

Bradley can’t help but smile at that, squeezing your hand three times in comfort. And just like that, the bubble bursts and the world continues on its axis once again. He finishes his last slice of tuna tataki and washes it down with his konacha.

“You know, for how much you’ve done since you started out, I thought you’d be more… Hollywood.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hollywood?”

“Okay, that came out wrong,” he admits bashfully. “I just… you’re very down-to-earth. And real. I guess I expected more, like, an attitude?”

“Oh? I can have an attitude…” you smirk coyly over your tea, “...if you can handle it.”

Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him. It’s insane how easily you switch from being sweet and vulnerable, to flirty and borderline devilish. But he wasn’t born yesterday, and he knows he’s well-equipped to handle this back-and-forth.

“I think you’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Oh, here comes the fun part. “Is that right?”

He nods, leaning into you a little bit from across the table. “I think you’d find a lot about me surprising.”

If the whiff of his Tom Ford Black Orchid catches you off-guard, you don’t show it. Instead, you mirror his body language, propping your chin on your knuckles for good measure. “Like what?”

God, he really wants to kiss you… but it’s way too soon, and he doesn’t know how you feel about public displays of affection. “Like… I’m a pretty decent cook. And I like reading.”

“An athlete who can read? My, my…” you smirk teasingly.

Bradley laughs. He walked right into that one. But he’s not ready to admit defeat yet. Instead, he makes use of that bedroom voice girls like so much to push the point further. “That’s right. I know how to use the washing machine, too.”

You bite your lower lip and sigh, shuddering a little from his low rasp but definitely playing up the dramatics. “You do? Mmh…”

Jesus. If that’s you faking it, he can’t wait to make you all wet and needy for real. “And you wanna know the best part?”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, the lustful tension is real. “Yeah?”

He leans in just a little closer, head tilting as if he’s moving in for a kiss. Maybe if he throws it out there… “I can put together Ikea furniture.”

You throw your head back and feigns a quiet but dramatic moan for your one-man audience. “Oh my gosh, I think I just came in my pants a little.”

Fuck. He really wants to make you come now. With his fingers, his tongue, his cock—

Your gaze drops to his mouth, the stupid 80’s pornstache you’ve never been into before this, the soft inviting lips underneath. The ball is in your court now, and you know he would kiss you earnestly if you close the distance…

But you burst out laughing instead. Bradley releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, although your bright laughter doesn’t deter him from thinking dirty thoughts about you. If anything, it just makes you ten times hotter in his eyes.

“Well played. That was a good one,” Bradley concedes, his face turning just a little bit pink.

“We should probably stop before the staff kicks us out for having too much fun,” you lean back into your seat, looking around the restaurant, making sure no one is listening. Squeezing his hand three times as the next course arrives… not entirely putting the kiss off of the table either.

Bradley recommends the vanilla mille crepe to close the meal, and you come up with the idea of sharing a slice. The dessert arrives, a lush little golden brown thing with thin layers of cream in between, so simple and so intricate at the same time. He lets you take the first bite—insists upon it, actually. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

That, and he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure again. Eyes fluttering closed, chest falling in a sigh, lips parted ever so slightly... God, he can’t wait to be the one responsible for it.

“Amazing, right?” He beams at you, very pleased with himself.

“Mm, it truly is,” you hum in agreement, watching him take a bite. It gives you a naughty idea… “It’s so amazing, I might just hijack this whole thing.” You jokingly pull the plate a little closer to you.

Bradley playfully holds the plate back, looking faux offended. “Hey! Come on. You know I’m a little bit stronger than you, right?”

“Please. That’s never stopped me before.”

“Really?”

“I have my ways…” your finger reaches out just enough to touch his, just slightly.

Between that and your eyes darkening in mischief, Bradley fights hard not to turn into goo under your slightest touch. He bites the inside of his cheek to contain himself. “You’re really making me earn this, aren’t you?”

“Why? Girls never gave you a hard time before, Mr. Big Time Football Man?”

He laughs. “No. But you’re probably the only one giving me this hard a time for a bite of dessert.”

“Is that all we’re playing for? A bite of dessert?” you smirk, egging him on.

“What else do you think we’re playing for here?” He takes a second bite, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

You take another bite and lick the cream off of your fork. “I don’t know. A bite of… something else?”

Ah. So we are interested. Bradley is unfazed as he gently warns you, “Careful. I might take you up on that.”

“Good. I was hoping you would.”

The tension rises as reality sinks in. You both want to fuck, and looking at the trajectory of the evening, there’s a good chance you will. And it sobers you the hell up, pulling you both straighter in your seats. Sharing the slice of cake in quiet civility. Keeping a completely respectable distance, as if worried you don’t trust yourself not to climb over the table and kiss him senseless.

But the game… oh, the game is on.

“I don’t know about you, but… I was thinking maybe a few bites, though.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yeah. I intend to explore every part of this… dessert.”

You stop chewing for a moment. There’s something so hot about how he says it so casually. “That’s… very optimistic of you.”

“Not optimistic enough to decide if kissing you out here was a good idea,” he admits sheepishly.

“Why is that?”

Bradley shrugs. “Just a hunch.”

He’s right, of course. He didn’t choose an ultra-exclusive, members-only establishment with a no-phone policy just for kicks. He sees the security detail that follows you around, lurking at a safe distance—from back at the club. And tonight, you’re traveling light with just two bodyguards, each strategically posted near you and the exit, but it’s still more than he’s ever encountered. There’s no way you would risk a first kiss in public, no matter how discreet the place is. No matter how much you like him.

And you like him a whole lot.

“Tell you what…” you put the fork down as quietly as you can. This is the moment of truth. “I’ll let you kiss me all you want back at my hotel, hm?”

Bradley’s eyes light up instantly. He takes a moment, not so much to consider his options, but to process what’s about to happen. “I would like that very much, yes.”

“Alright, then. Shall we?” you smile brightly, flagging the waiter for the check.

“Uh, yeah. Totally. We shall,” he stammers a little, recovering fast enough to snatch the check and slips his credit card in the tab. Barely addressing the waiter as they walk back to the till.

It all happens so fast, and you whine in complaint. “Oh, come on!”

“What, was I supposed to let you pay or something?”

“You were supposed to let me pretend to fight for it, at least…” you huff.

He smiles in amusement. You are so adorable, it makes his heart fucking swell. “Okay. Next time I’ll let you pretend. I’ll even give you a little pushback for good measure, how about that?”

“Perfect.”

“Now, let’s go back to your hotel and… I don’t know, pretend you have to try really hard to resist my charms.”

“Yeah, okay.” You chuckle in agreement. This is really happening. Wow. And just as the excitement sets in, another point of concern pops up in your head, like a really annoying notification. “Did you drive here or…?”

He nods. “You wanna take my car?”

“No, I got a car waiting for me…” you smile apologetically, glancing at her bodyguard. There’s no way they’re gonna let you jump into some guy’s car. “And there’s gonna be paps out front…” Here comes the tricky part. “Would you… mind if we… go separately and meet up at my hotel?”

Oh. Bradley’s face falls a little upon realizing that he can’t just walk out the door with you. He sees how this works. You don’t want the media to jump on this first date, and it’s actually a smart move. Besides, what’s a few more minutes to a whole night of complete privacy? “Sure, no problem.”

You nod tentatively. Well, that was surprisingly easy… “And just to be clear, this has nothing to do with you. It’s just… this whole thing can be a circus, and I don’t want you to deal with anything you didn’t sign up for.”

He smiles at you. Bless you for being so thoughtful, but it does make him wonder if other people have had trouble with it. But maybe that’s a question for another time. “Hey, I totally understand. We’ll just meet up at the hotel and leave it at that.”

“I’ll text you, okay?”

You squeeze his hand gently before you get up, making your way out of the restaurant. Powering through the camera flashes as soon as you walk out of the front door. Giddy because you know something these vultures don’t.

Meanwhile, Bradley sits. Waits. For one minute, and two, and three. Looking at people walking in and out, wondering how inconspicuous he would be if he walks out now.

And then…

His phone buzzes.

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gummydummy19 · 5 months

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Hi Gummy!<3

You shared that awful experience and I imagine...

Captain Sy and his insubordinate younger brother. His brother (let's say, Jim?) flirted with you in a pub. You don't really spark and he seemed a bit too slick for your liking, but Jim is persistent and (gradually annoying). It was not long before Captain Sy came barging in and took his younger brother home (and surprise surprise, Jim isn't reaching his drinking age yet XD), which is how you met. Maybe you met him again a few days later in the same pub, maybe you worked on a project that involves the military (hence Sy)

And somehow one of the worst encounters you have had in your life turns out to be the one in which you met the love of your life :3

Just a lil thot :3

JDHDKHCB JAM WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST IDEAS I absolutely freaking love this oml

How I met your mother

Content Warnings: fluff, swearing, unwanted flirting (from Sy's brother)

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: Since we're in the middle of the holidays, I decided to give this a little holiday twist :)) Imagine this as a throwback to how you met your hunky husband Sy... In the throwback Jim is 19, Sy is 27, and the reader is 23. In the present Sy is 42, reader is 38, Jim is 34.

Alright? All clear? Everyone good? Let's get this party started then

The entire family was gathered around your beautifully decorated dining table. It was well past midnight, and everyone was stuffed full of delicious food and the expensive wine you saved for special occasions. Sy had his hand resting on your thigh as you both listened to his dad share stories of when he was in the Navy.

"Fuck!" you heard your 13-year-old son yell from the couch behind you, waking up your 9-year-old daughter who was dozing off on her dad's lap.

"Jacob!" you snapped your head back at him, but the boy just rolled his eyes at you.

He was playing some new zombie-murder-call thievery videogame he had gotten for Christmas, courtesy of his uncle Jim.

"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother", Sy stepped in, "and watch your mouth, or that game is going on the shelf till summer."

"But dad!" he whined

"No buts!"

Now it was your turn to put your hand on your husband's thigh, giving him a sweet look to let him know you'd handle it.

"Jake, why don't you come sit with us for a little bit, hmm? Haven't you played long enough?"

"Oh come on, let the kid have some fun", Jim chimed in, earning an angry glare from his brother Sy.

"Yeah and who better to teach him that than his uncle Jim, right?" Sy spat.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Jim shot back.

"You know damn well what that means."

"Dad?" your little girl tugged on Sy's shirt.

"Yes, princess?"

"Don't you think Uncle Jim is fun?"

"Of course I do, Maya, it's just that Uncle Jim used to give us a whole lot of trouble, just like your brother gives us right now."

"Hey!" Jim and Jacob groan simultaneously.

"Oh, I think Jim caused quite some more trouble than our Jakey", you defended your son, who had finally sat down next to you at the table. You gave him a loving ruffle through his brown curls, remembering what Sy's hair used to look like before he started buzzing it off.

"Yeah well, give him a couple years", Jim joked.

"What kinda trouble did Uncle Jim get into?", your little girl chimed in again.

The three of you exchanged some looks before you finally spoke up. "Oh, I can think of a few things, but my favorite one is the story of how your father and I met", you smiled.

"Oh god", Jim groaned, "Can't you just tell them about the pranks I pulled in college or something?"

"No no", Sy chuckled, "I quite like this particular story".

"I love storytime!" your daughter yelled out excitedly.

"I'm kinda intrigued now too," Jake agreed, grinning at his uncle.

Sy's mother gave her husband a look as she sipped from her herb tea and you knew she loved this story too.

"It was 15 years ago", you started, "Me and my friends had just graduated college that summer. By wintertime, a couple of us had started working, or even gotten married, so we decided to catch up right before the holidays"

Flashback

"I can't believe it's almost been six whole months since we've all gotten together" your friend Sarah chided before taking a sip of her cosmo. “I know, I’ve missed you guys like crazy!” You said honestly. The five of you sat there and talked for what felt like hours, sipping on cosmo’s and sharing the juiciest stories from work or dating drama. It was like no time had passed at all.

“Alright girls, I’m gonna go get another refill anyone else need anything?”, you asked as you got up to walk towards the bar. The drinks were definitely starting to get to your head, but you didn’t care in the slightest. This was the most fun you’d had in weeks.

With a fuzzy head, you made your way over to the bar, still giggling at a joke your friend made 10 minutes ago. Leaning against the polished wood, you managed to catch the bartender's attention. "Um, two... wait, no, three more of these," you mumbled in your slightly tipsy state as you shoved your empty glass toward him.

You were patiently waiting for your drinks when a young, arrogant-looking guy slid up next to you, "Hey there! What are we drinking tonight?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.

"Just a couple drinks with my friends" you replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Just you and your girls, huh? No boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"Are you looking for one?"

"Nope."

"Hmm I see, more a hit and run kinda gal, huh?" he smirked.

Damn, this guy was annoying.

"Look pal, I'm trying to have a good time with my girls, alright?" You finally turned to look at him. He sure wasn't ugly, but not your type. Besides, he looked a little on the young side you thought and you started to wonder if he should even be in here.

"That's alright baby, I'm all for good times", he stated with a proud grin, making you roll your eyes again.

The bartender slid over your drinks and grabbed them quickly "I'm not your 'baby', now if you will excuse me", you pushed passed him but his hand gently grabbed onto your waist.

"Oh come on, don't be like that...", if your hands hadn't been full you would have smacked him in the face for sure. You looked down at his hands on you and then straight into his eyes.

"You have about two seconds to get your hands off me before you get covered in Cosmo's and my knee introduces itself to your crotch."

"I just-" he started and you got ready to throw your 30 dollars worth of cocktails in his face.

"JIM!", a loud roar sounded through the bar, grabbing everyone's attention, including yours and the guy holding onto you.

He quickly dropped his hands and took a step back from you as the man who just entered stalked towards him. The entire movement made you drop your drinks, but you were too startled to care.

"L-logan....the hell are you doing here, man?", the boy stuttered and his whole demeanor changed in a split second.

"Me? What the fuck do you think you're doing here?!", you let your eyes roam over his body as he yelled out. He was clearly older than you. And definitely older than the arrogant guy. It was obvious that they knew each other. You wondered how. They seemed like two very different guys. The older one had a casual confidence whereas the younger one had made up arrogance.

You stayed frozen in place as you watched them yell at each other. The more you looked at their faces the more you started to notice similarities. The older one was bigger, with quite a bit more muscle to him, but they had the same strong jaw and nose, and their eyes were the same gorgeous shade of blue. Could they be...

"Miss, I'm really sorry for my brother."

"I uhm,...okay, that's okay", you mumbled.

The man gave you a friendly look before sticking his hand out.

"I'm Logan Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy. And that's my little brother Jimmy. I'm really sorry if he gave you any trouble, he's been acting out a bit lately."

You shook his hand without breaking eye contact. The second your skin made contact with his you felt your stomach drop...weird.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking kid!" Jim yelled out, earning an angry glare from Sy.

"Then maybe you should stop acting like one, Jimmy. You really think I wouldn't notice you taking my fucking bike? Huh?", Sy yelled, "You're taking the truck back home. Gimme my fucking keys back."

Reluctantly, Jim gave Sy the keys to his bike and Sy gave him the car keys in return.

"You didn't drink, did you?" Sy asked with a raised brow.

"No, Logan, I fucking didn't. Okay?!" he snapped before turning around and storming out. While you heard the car door slamming closed and the engine starting outside, Sy turned back to you.

"I'm really sorry about all that..." he scratched through his brown curls before his eye fell on the puddle of Cosmo's on the floor, "Oh christ, uh, here, please let me buy you a new round," he said, already pulling out his wallet.

"Oh no, no it's okay really, you don't have to", you assured him.

"No, I insist. I promise I won't stick around to bother you or anything, but just let me pay for them, please?"

Now how could you say no to that?

"Alright then, if you insist", you gave him a sweet smile.

The two of you walked to the bar and as you waited for your order, you couldn't help but give him a once-over. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black shirt with some old writing on it. He was much taller than you, and big...very big. With a mind that was still half tipsy, you couldn't help the words that left your mouth next.

"You know...", you started, getting his attention, "I wouldn't mind if you did stick around for a bit...to bother me."

You swore Sy's eyes twinkled for a second as you looked up at him. Of course, he found you attractive. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Scratch that. Not probably, definitely.

But still, the gentleman in him wanted to politely refuse, given your clouded state and what his brother made you endure already, but then your hand touched his arm and your eyes found his. "Please? I insist", you pleaded, and Sy caved. "Alright then, if you insist...", he was only a man after all, and he could only take so much.

Meanwhile, at the girl's table, everyone was far too drunk and caught up in whatever story they were telling to have noticed what just went down. But all the giggling came to a quick stop when a tall handsome man towered over them with four cosmopolitans in his hand.

"Ladies, this is Sy", you introduced him, holding three more drinks, "My savior of the night, and the buyer of our next round."

End flashback

"Aww, dad was her hero!", Maya yelled out.

"He still is", you smiled, leaning into Sy and pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

"Hold on. So, you tried to hit on mom?", Jake turned to his uncle, "That's gross, dude."

"Alright, okay, I remember that story a little differently", Jim spoke up, looking even grumpier than before.

"He was just a teenager", you defended your brother-in-law.

"I was almost twenty", Jim stated.

"Yeah, that doesn't exactly help your case, bud", Sy spoke up, wrapping his arm around you as you tried to stifle a giggle.

"So what happened after that?", Maya asked curiously.

"Well, your dad was too nervous to ask for my number, so I asked for his."

"Hey! I was just trying to be a gentleman", Sy defended argued, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Sure thing, hun", you grinned, "The week after we met up again in that same bar, and the rest is history."

"Is that bar still there?", Jacob asked.

"Actually, they turned it into a restaurant, but it's still called Mickey's."

"Hey, isn't that where...", your son started

"Where your dad proposed to me, yeah." you smiled fondly. "and we still go there every year on our anniversary..."

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2af-afterdark · 6 months

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Would you believe me if I said I have some more ✨thots✨ on Omega MC in WHB?

Like how Beel/Bael is a two for one deal because MC’s sweet sweet heat pheromones are driving them crazy?

Or how everyone in Abbadon (idk if it’s one or two B’s) just are eagerly waiting to help (and by eagerly I mean fighting each other to have a chance)

Or how Naberius and Buer are just at each other because they should be helping the sweet “innocent” omega? (Dogs man /j)

I do wonder if you have any other thots on this, go as rabid and feral as you want for this, I live for Chaos

🦩

I saved this ask. I saved it for a rainy day. Today is my rainy day. fun fact: omegaverse is one of my comfort genres. I read it whenever I need a pick-me-up

First part

Bell would pop up in Avisos unexpectedly the moment MC enters their heat (he smelled it across all of Hell); walking into the sight of Bael already peeling open their shirt and groping them while his nose is buried against their neck to sniff at their sweet scent. They are both turned on by smell and a human omega is a new experience; a surprisingly sweet treat. Cut to MC in Bael's lap, his hands all over them, and Bell eating away at their wet entrance. MC will walk away covered it bite marks... if they could walk afterward, that is.

Abbadon is a complete toss up. I have the feeling a few members would be more than happy to work together (see Phenix and Ronove) but some may want MC along because they don't think the poor human could handle the session if they had to handle more than one devil all on their own. RIP to the cute omega, because those devils will still go back-to-back without giving them a proper break. Good thing Paradise Lost is always ready to lend a helping hand. Speaking of which....

Imagine Paradise Lost! The healers are no joke. If anyone knows how to be extra rough with a desperate omega, it has to be them. They have the terrifying ability of healing people to the point that it's like they were never injured at all. They can go pretty far as long as MC doesn't die or lose a limb... And considering how rotted an omega's brain could be during a heat, they may not even notice how rough the boys are being. All they know is that everything feels good.

But, yes, I think Naberius would be the worst™. Dog smells bitch in heat (affectionate) and loses his fucking mind. He would be humping MC so fast that they wouldn't be able to do much else than beg him for more. God save you if you try to come near his omega. He will bite you will all three of his mouths (I like to believe he turns into his Cerberus form when MC is sleeping so they can cuddle against the big puppy).

Glasyalabolas would be a jerk about it though. He lives for chaos. He would tease and torment MC without a hint of relief just so they keep spreading all those sweet omega pheromones and drive everyone else crazy. He'd watch the entirety of Hell turn into fistfights over MC... then he'd finally steal MC away and give them what they've been craving from him just so all the fighting was pointless and everyone else is left blue balled.

LEVIATHAN THOUGH! Just imagine him finding out MC is in heat! Imagine how quickly he grabs MC from wherever the fuck in Hell they are at that moment and stealing them away to his room so that he's the only one enjoying their sweet scent. Imagine how many days he spends with them completely drunk on their heat, loving on him and only him. Then imagine how envious he is after MC's heat passes because "do you only feel that way about me when your mind is addled?" so he makes them prove that's how they always feel about him for a few more days on top of it.

And what about Mammon?!?!?!?!?! Man owns the world and would gladly give it to MC in a heartbeat. He also has zero hang ups about sexual acts in public, so I can see him going about his day despite MC's heat and just letting them climb on top of him whenever they need it. Fuck! I wouldn't be surprised if the entirety of Tartaros is as their disposal and that they don't have someone waiting on them hand and foot between the the high points of their heat. I'm sure Bimet would jump at the chance, just saying.

And Satan... Dear sweet Satan would let them cling to him all day and they could have sex and roughly or as gently as they want. He's there for them as long as they need him. If anyone else comes sniffing, he will kick them across Gehenna. MC doesn't need anyone else coming around right now when they're so vulnerable.

Meanwhile, poor Minhyeok has to deal with getting back all their use panties that smell like heat and slick. Man may go into a rut and have enough cum to fill more than one jar. I'm sure MC will need all that extra love during and after their heat.

#❖ 🦩 anon #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb bael #whb naberius #whb glasyalabolas #whb minhyeok #cw omegaverse

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thewriterowl · 1 year

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DinLuke Thots and Thirsts

- Luke for sure fell first. Din for sure fell harder.

- Din has let the intrusive voices win and has nom-ed Luke’s cheek before (normally when he’s nearing 72 hours of no sleep). He does it after picking a little fight when telling Luke he has a marshmallow baby face (again; he’s really tired)

- There is a SIZE DIFFERENCE and you can NEVER take this away from me. Luke is tiny. Din is big. I will make Luke smaller than he is. I may make Din bigger than he is. I may over exaggerate it. I don’t care. I am feral for it. I love it. Itty bitty precious Luke who can destroy all of ya’ll if he wasn’t so sweet and big Din who can hold Luke in the crook of one arm.

- Luke is a Bottom Sub and Din is a Top Dom. Also will never be taken from me. Luke deserves to be called a good boy and Din deserves to take care of someone without worry about them leaving him.

- Luke is called babygirl and malewife. Maybe not to his face. Maybe not by Din. But by god, someone in the galaxy sees what he is, what he is destined to be, and is brave enough to say it.

- Add Luke to any Mandalorian situation and he instantly makes things 100% more complicated or 100% easier but always 1000% more fun (looking at you season 3). No one is sure how he does it...but no one is really complaining.

-Din is romantic. Like once he falls, he is in it for the long haul and every thought and action is for being a husband/father and he is CLINGY. “Luke, love, where is my goodbye kiss?”//”Luke, we’ve been apart for three hours--I need a hug.”//”Where are my babies??? WHERE ARE MY BABIES??!!”

- Luke has more (romantic and sexual) experience than Din but not by a lot. Both of them, at times and at the start, just sort of look at each other and go “now what??” They get the hang off it quick enough and just find their own version of a loving relationship...but man they were a bit lost.

- Din would so ask “am I the asshole because i didn’t get my husband a stuffed toy this one time I went off world?? he wasn’t mad but what if he was hurt? what if he thought I didn’t love him? oh god, I need to go get him ten gifts now.”

- Din probably cried when Luke gave him the first gift...he probably still gets all choked up because Luke is so sweet and perfect and everything he does makes him happy.

- Din does have a Luke-sense exactly like Ken does in Barbie Dream House. It may actually be he is Force-sensitive but all of his powers goes directly into sensing when Luke needs something...or is about to sneak off to do something dangerous (”Being Luke’s husband IS MY CALLING”)

- Din does have this towards Grogu on some level...but Grogu is a big boy who wants to do things for himself and Din is proud of his little Mandalorian who wants to do this. (No, Luke, you are not big enough and you are a danger to yourself. Din will keep his obsessive Luke-sense over you)

#star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin #just some thots

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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I'm so glad you are having fun!

Could we hear something about the bestfriend curtis & ari? <3

thank you bestie and yes ofc !! prepare yourselves, this is basically a whole fic:

ok so i was thinking something like: at first, you were just Nat's best friend, then you got adopted by the whole group, and perhaps developed a little crush on Ari and Curtis (the certified plugs and rugby boys, built like tanks). you've seen them around since you have mutual friends, but you've never spoken more than a sentence or two to them (let's be honest, they're very intimidating). It's Nat's birthday so everyone goes clubbing and what do you know... you're running late so Nat sends Ari and Curtis to pick you up 😳 cue the awkward car ride.

the night ends at Nat's house and oh no, all the beds are taken? That's okay, Ari and Curtis offer to make some room on the tiny futon in the living room. you say, "I don't want you to sleep on the floor," so it's good that they manage to squeeze with you in between. now you're all cozy and snug between two beefy fellas, still drunk and high and trying but failing to pay attention to the movie on the television. you keep rocking your hips and shifting around, unable to forget how they passed you around in the club, kissing you senselessly and grinding against you.

Curtis' hand slips to your thigh, "you just can't sit still, huh?"

You shake your head, whining pathetically into his shoulder. "S-Sorry... I get horny when I'm high." Your body has a mind of its own and rocks into his hand, keeping it snugly against your clothed folds. "Please don't make me stop."

Rough fingers pinch your chin and turn you the other way, Ari's shaded eyes meet yours. "Where do you want my hand, baby?" You don't hesitate to bring his hand to your throat and he smiles, "atta girl. Quit being mean and touch her, Curtis."

so they play with you, Curtis rubs over your panties, telling you to make a big mess for them while Ari experiments with his grip on your neck, and spits into your wide-open drooly mouth. but poor little you, you're too tired !! too sleepy from partying for so long and it catches up to you. they chuckle as you go slack, quiet breaths puffing from your swollen lips. they get you all tucked in and not to be a total whore but... they kiss you goodnight.

You wake up trapped between them, your leg hooked over Curtis' thighs and Ari snug behind you. one thing leads to another and Ari asks if you want to continue, but you have different things in mind: "Can I taste you instead?"

so you kneel between his legs, still a lil drunk/high and mouth against his bulge, "I've never done this before..." you confess, pouting up at him, "can you teach me?"

and he does: "You can lick the tip, just get used to the taste." "T-That's good, yeah, you're doing great, baby." "Spit on it, I like it messy." He groans softly, his hips jerking when your saliva lands on the head before you smear it with your tongue. he wasn't expecting you to ask about his sack, "can I kiss you there too?"

Your nose rubs against his base, "you're s-so big. I love it." He doesn't hold back his moans as you suckle his balls, slobbering all over him, "Know you do—bet you're soaked, huh? Reach a hand down there and tell me how wet you are."

after he cums on your face and you leave to go clean up ("should I brush my teeth?" "Just rinse with water."), he lies back in contentment. "You can stop pretending now. She's gone."

Curtis' eyes shoot open and he grumpily flips around, "you could've tried to be quiet."

"And make her think I wasn't enjoying myself? No thanks."

i also had a few thots about dry-humping, some "better be quiet" fooling around in a washroom, and ofc naughty sexting 🌚

#thought of this while going home from the club #in the presence of family and friends #the sluttyness never rests #best bros ari and curtis #sonny drabbles #ari levinson #curtis everett #ari levinson drabble #curtis everett drabble #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson x reader #curtis everett smut #curtis everett fanfic #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader x curtis everett #curtis everett x reader x ari levinson

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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hehe now your turn for some ale content 😌 just imagining your first time with him...

ooooh, first time with Alejandro... a v good thot indeed 😏

Colonel Alejandro Vargas x First Time...

It'd been only six short months of dating Alejandro when you decided you wanted to take the next step in your relationship. You'd had other relationships before him, your longest lasting two years, but you'd never had sex before. Never even considered it with other partners, if you were being honest. Even though you'd only been together with Ale for half a year, you felt far more comfortable with him than anyone else. Maybe it had to do with knowing him since you were a teenager? You were close with him, in a way you hadn't been with previous partners.

Ale had always been very careful with you, soft touches and gentle kisses, never asking for more than you were willing to give. You thought he might suspect that you were still a virgin, but you'd never asked him outright if he knew, and he'd never asked you outright if you were, either. It was something unspoken in your relationship, something that just never seemed to be discussed.

It hadn’t really been an issue in previous relationships either. If pressed, you simply broke off the relationship. You weren't interested in being with someone who was willing to pressure you if you weren't ready. And most relationships, you'd just... never wanted to have sex. At least, until Ale.

You know he isn't the kind of man who would tease or make fun of your naivety, and he's always so gentle, it's hard to imagine him ever hurting you the way you'd secretly worried about when listening to your friends talking about losing their own virginity. Horror stories of bloody sheets and aching bodies, being left unsatisfied and unfulfilled that first time.

Still, it's hard to broach the subject. You're not quite sure how to ask for what you want. It's not like you have experience in this, and while you don't fear judgement from Alejandro, you're still nervous. A deep, dark part of your mind tries to suggest that he'd not initiated anything because he wasn't attracted to you that way, but you know that can't be true.

Right?

The opportunity presents itself somewhat unexpectedly. It's late one night, the two of you dozing together on the couch. Ale is propped up against the armrest, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, and you're nestled into his side, head resting on his shoulder and hand splayed against his ribs as the soft strains of some unknown tv show plays in the background.

You're brought out of your sleepy, lazy state by the sound of an unexpected–and surprisingly loud–moan. You blink, raising your head from where it had been nestled against Ale, looking around for the source of the disturbance. Alejandro lets out a low groan, coming out of his own daze.

Your eyes fall on the tv, and you immediately feel your heartbeat pick up. The show the two of you had been watching has long since finished, and you're not sure what is playing now, other than the fact that includes a very steamy sex scene, apparent by what's currently on the screen in front of your eyes.

A woman is reclined on a bed, gauzy, sheer white drapes fluttering around the canopy. She's naked, arms stretched above her head and completely baring her nude form. Between her thighs lays a man, the shock of dark hair and strong, broad shoulders the only things visible as he buries his face into her cunt.

There's no other possibility for what he's doing, not based on the way her face is contorted in such exquisite pleasure. Breathless moans continue to fall from the tv speakers as your own body temperature rises, and you're unable to prevent yourself from physically reacting to the erotic scene before you. You shift, growing hotter and more uncomfortable, but unable to look away.

"Hold on, I can turn it off," Ale offers, already shifting under you to sit up, eyes searching for the remote from where it had fallen off the armrest of the couch. You realize he's taken your own shifting as nerves, that you might be uncomfortable with what's on the tv.

"Ale, wait," you breathe, and when he turns to look at you, you press your hand to his jaw and lean up to kiss him, your other hand pressing against his shoulder to maintain your precarious balance.

Never one to deny you, Alejandro presses his lips against yours, his arm coming off the back of the couch to wrap around you, providing a grounding presence. You shift to straddle his lap, letting him pull you closer and press you tighter against him. Your hands trail across his jaw and up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly and moaning when he kissed you harder as a result.

His hands settled on your waist, fingers sliding under your shirt to press into your heated skin. He was just holding you there, but you could feel the press of his erection through his sweats and the tiny shorts you had on. In an instant you made a decision and began to slowly roll your hips, rocking back and forth over the bulge in the fabric of his sweats. Moans escaped from your throat as you rocked in his lap, the pressure and friction just perfect.

You whimpered when Ale pulled away, his eyes dark as he watched you rock in his lap, your hips not ceasing their movements even though he was no longer kissing you. Your own noises drowned out the sounds from the tv, and you were focused entirely on Alejandro.

"What has gotten into you, mi amor?"

Biting your lip, you look away from Ale's piercing gaze, even though your hips do not slow their roll. He's always had an intimidating gaze, and you find when he looks at you like this, you can never maintain eye contact for long.

He suddenly and abruptly stalls your rocking on his lap, and the whine that tears from your throat is almost inhuman, pitiful and desperate. You've never made a noise such as that before, and you're hopelessly embarrassed by the fact that it came out of you.

Fingers on the curve of your jaw turn your face back towards him, from where you’d looked away. The look on Ale’s face is unreadable, almost appraising as he looks you up and down, takes in the way you’re panting softly, the twitches of your hips he’s not quite able to still with his firm grip, the slight sheen of perspiration dotting your forehead.

"Ale," you say, the word more a whine than any actual recognizable speech. You're so caught up and turned around by the sensations that it's difficult to tell which way is up, let alone how to form the words to express your wants and desires.

Unfortunately, and as much as you might sometimes believe otherwise, Alejandro is not a mind reader, and he reminds you of this.

"Princesa, you need to use your words." He scolds softly, the bite of his words soothed by the fact that they carry no heat, and by the way his thumb is caressing your jaw.

You can actually feel tears start to gather in your eyes, and if you weren't so turned on right now that it was borderline painful, you'd be embarrassed about it. The sheen of tears makes your eyes sparkle in the low light, and as you look at Alejandro through your lashes, he's unable to help his own body's instinctive reaction and his hips jerk up into yours, driving a punched-out whimper from your chest at the unexpected sensation.

"Dime."

The rough growl of his order sends shivers down your spine, and you're opening your mouth before you realize it.

"Need you," you gasp, unable to control the way your hips fight against Alejandro's grasp. "P-Please Ale, please!"

Alejandro growls against your lips, before he claims you in another consuming kiss. His hands begin to guide you to rock against him, controlling the pace and movement, allowing you pleasure on his terms.

Your hands clutch at the soft fabric of his tee-shirt, holding yourself closer and letting the sensations wash over you. Ale's always been incredibly competent in everything he does, and it seems this is no different than any other situation.

Even so, the aching emptiness inside you cannot be ignored. You've never felt it quite this keenly, although it's a strange sensation since you've never really known what it feels like to be full. But you want to. You want to know what it feels like. And you want Alejandro to be the one to show you.

"Ale," you gasp against his lips, words muffled because he refuses to stop kissing you for anything. "Ale, want you to fuck me."

The groan he lets out is loud and roughly edged, from somewhere deep in his chest. He grips your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet his dark, dark eyes.

"Yeah? Is that what my princesa wants?" At your shaky nod, restricted by the hold he still has on you, Alejandro's eyes darken even further, pupils blown wide, a shark smelling the blood tainting the water. "I'll give it to you, mi vida. Right after you come on my lap, like a good girl."

Your lower lip pushes out into a pout, surely looking ridiculous with his grip still tight on your jaw. But you don't care. Your brain only registers that he's denying you, that he's not taking you to bed right this second and impaling you on his cock.

"Ale-" you whine, hands scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders, as though you can somehow force him to move through sheer will alone. "Please!"

He seems to know what you're begging for, even if he refuses to grant your wish. You're honestly surprised when he offers an explanation for his refusal, even if his words cause the fire inside you to burn brighter.

"Need to get you nice and wet, princesa. I'm not a small man, and I hate hurting you more than anything else. So you're gonna come for me, right here and now, and then I'll make you come as many times you want on my cock." You can't help but moan at his words, his frankness familiar but the dirty words spilling from his mouth unusual and strange, albeit arousing. "How does that sound, hm?"

You go to answer an affirmative, the promise of his cock and countless orgasms to come enough to persuade you, but Alejandro doesn't wait for you, gripping your hips tighter and actually lifting his own up and off the couch, actively rolling his hips against yours. The pressure is just the right side of painfully exquisite, and you cannot control the near animalistic sounds that are falling from your lips.

He's held you right on the edge without you knowing, merely a mockery of an active participant, and now that you're seeing what it really looks and feels like when he's got that incredibly intense focus solely on making you come, it rushes up on you like a tidal wave. It takes no more than a few rolls of his hips before you're coming with a shout, body shaking and eyes rolling back in your head as pleasure consumes you.

Alejandro continues to grind against you, greedy flames licking at the oxygen of your release, spreading the blaze into a goddamn wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Your vision goes dark, and you swear you're teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

When awareness comes back to you, its to the sensation of being carried, Alejandro's arms under your ass and around your back, cradling you to his chest as he climbs the stairs to the bedroom.

He's whispering praises against the delicate skin of your throat, a jumbled mix of English and Spanish, mostly unintelligible. As he shoves open the door to your bedroom with his foot, hands gentle and possessive as he arranges you on the sheets and you look up into the eyes of the man you've loved for half your life, you're well aware there's nothing for you in this world if you don't have Alejandro Vargas by your side.

#ask #thot weekend #asked and answered #mutuals #mutuals and friends #goddddd i just could not get this finished #im sorry it took so long #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #i had too many thots conflicting and i just could not focus #i hope i gave him the love he deserves #smut #18+

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frociaggine · 29 days

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Books of the month!!!

(for the past 3 months) (forgot to do this for February and March so they're all here)

April

Bring Up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel — MORE blorbo Thomas Cromwell! Unreliable narrator tortured evil meow meow goes VROOM!! Genuinely hilarious on top of it. More thots. Fave read of 2024 so far. READ IT.

Dimenticare Berlinguer: La sinistra italiana e la tradizione comunista, Miriam Mafai — Essays on Italian political history. Probably not relevant to tumblr's interests. Very relevant to mine.

Mademoiselle de Maupin, Théophile Gautier — Gender! 1835s epistolary novel with Gender and crossdressing and musings on the value of Beauty! I loved this but it's rambly in a period-typical way. The Italian translation has very witty pretty prose; no idea about the original French, but I've heard the English translation isn't great.

The Angel of Indian Lake, Stephen Graham Jones — Third book of a trilogy. Do rec only if you love Jade Daniels as much as I do. Otherwise, it might get a bit confusing. I DO enthusiastically rec the first book in the trilogy, My Heart Is a Chainsaw, so you will all come to love Jade Daniels as much as I do. You're welcome.

The Manicurist's Daughter, Susan Lieu — A memoir about grief and families and the immigrant experience (Vietnam to west coast US). It's not usually my wheelhouse but I appreciated so many things about it, especially because of the audiobook version. Nonspoilery goodreads review here.

March

Bride, Ali Hazelwood — I don't like werewolf tropes enough to have enjoyed this. Fun romp if you like mates and knots.

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families, Philip Gourevitch — Nonfiction; a partial account of the Rwandan genocide. (I say partial bc I think it lacks context if you, like me, don't know much about the topic going in.) Very poignant, unfortunately remains relevant; do NOT go for the audiobook version because it's dull as dirt.

Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel — The book that blorbifies Thomas Cromwell and it's also laugh-out-loud funny. Do yourself a favour and read it.

February

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronthe — somehow I'd never actually read this in English before? Absolute banger. The first half remains superior.

American Elsewhere, Robert Jackson Bennett — I have screamed about this on tumblr before. COSMIC HORRORS TAKE OVER NEW MEXICO TOWN! Do rec.

Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier — Amazing incredibly showstopping etc.

Clarkesworld, Issue 209 — Love me some cool sff short stories. Standouts: Lonely Ghosts (Meghan Feldman); The Enceladus South Pole Base Named after V.I. Lenin (Zohar Jacobs); Why Don't We Just Kill the Kid In the Omelas Hole (Isabel J Kim)

january books || let's be goodreads friends! here

#book talk #bookblr #book review

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rhoorl · 9 months

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Week in Review | Sept. 10

Happy Sunday! As I post this, I’m headed to the airport. I’ll be out of town all week for work which means this latest stretch of craziness will be over soon. I’ll be able to breathe a very big sigh of relief by the time I’m back home Friday.

Before I start this week's recap, I wanted to take a moment to say how much fun I've been having over here the last couple of months on this platform. I've met some pretty awesome people - if you ever want to say hi, my inbox is open!

Thank you to everyone who left me such kind comments, reblogs, and messages related to the latest chapter of Working Title. It means so much that anyone reads what I put out there, let alone feels compelled enough to tell me about it. A few of you (you know who you are) brought me nearly to tears this week with your sweet and encouraging words, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have read a lot about the negativity others experience on this site, which breaks my heart, but I’ve been trying to carve out a positive place here...with plenty of thirsty thots to boot (more on that later).

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

Sunsetz by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Frankie is a menace in the best possible way 😈 but he also gets the happiness he deserves 🥹

Two great ones from @legendary-pink-dot for those of us deep in the Catfish Pond Bush Pilot and Stages of Growth are both perfection!

Javier Peña

Siempre Te Voy a Querer @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Angela brought us a fic about Javi's black shirt last week, and now we get one with the pink shirt! 💕

Just Good Friends and Jeans of a Sexual Nature by @secretelephanttattoo - Cute chemistry, a fluffy Javi, tight jeans, bad puns…I loved both of these!

Joel Miller

Sequins by @trulybetty - A little further down I talk about posts from the week, and Betty whipped this story up from one of said posts. This story is SO good and when you reread it you pick up on small details. I don't want to give much away, but Joel takes advantage of reader wearing a short skirt...

Marcus Pike

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls by @toomanystoriessolittletime - I just can't quit this FBI agent. This has some fluff and smut, the perfect Marcus combo.

Compulsory Reading

These are fics I love and have mentioned in previous weeks and have tried to shout from the rooftops. I highly recommend each and every one of these (some are done and some are still in progress). I'm definitely missing some, but I have plans to do a masterlist of my all-time favorites soon.

Frankie: The Layover by @goodwithcheese / The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts / Just a Number by @linzels-blog / Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading

Javier Peña: Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck / It’s Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels: The House by @gemmahale

Dieter Bravo: Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Mr. Ben: Visiting by @ladamedusoif

Benny Miller/Garrett Hedlund

Thank you to @musings-of-a-rose for recommending Tides & Heat by @dameronscopilot … Good lord this one has it all and Benny is just 🥵 through it all.

Don’t worry, Garrett Hedlund was back on his bullshit this week posting things on his IG like this to distract me. This man is literally Benny and I cannot with him (in the most loving way).

Things I watched:

I caught up on some Real Housewives. If you really want to ever get me going, ask me about housewives. Bravo is one of the few topics I have encyclopedic knowledge about.

I meant to say this a couple of weeks ago, but I’m watching Sons of Anarchy when I can. I’m not as familiar with Charlie Hunnam as an actor and seeing as Will has a bit of a more prominent role in upcoming chapters of Delta Landscaping, I figured I’d watch something else he was in.

I watched Dirt Music with Garrett Hedlund … he has an Australian accent and he plays the guitar in it, I was swooning. The movie also features absolutely stunning shots of Australia.

Pedro rewatches are a given at this point - Narcos was on heavy rotation this week during my WFH days. I do have Prospect on the list to watch soon because I keep seeing so much about Ezra. Maybe I'll watch it sometime this week if anyone wants to watch it and chat?

Fun things from the week:

Last Sunday I went to my first Halloween Horror Nights event at Universal and did all things TLOU. I posted a recap about it and am excited to go again later this month.

Posts from this week:

So, Dieter has been taking up significant real estate in my brain for months now, so I was immediately hooked when I saw this deep dive from @for-a-longlongtime. It was such and interesting read. I want to rewatch the Dieter scenes now knowing the background with the art.

My coworker and I did our little monthly ritual unveiling which Pedro will grace my calendar at work for the next month. Doesn’t he look great?

Feral corner:

Thots ran wild this week thanks to certain GIFs and a convo I had with @trulybetty about who else, that menace Joel. This thread made me feel several emotions. Fire Meets Gasoline gets a permanent reblog anytime I see it. Also, the Casillero del Diablo photos were just too much. And to round out my little feral corner, this post by @morallyinept is just … well, go read it (for science).

Things I'm excited for:

Being done with two big work events that I’ve been planning for months. :)

Fic updates:

I published an update for Working Title this week and hope to have the next Delta Landscaping chapter out by Tuesday! I still have an idea for a Frankie one-shot involving an airplane ride/turbulence - seeing as I’ll be taking some plane trips this week it may get written (as long as my boss doesn’t sit next to me).

I know he won’t see it but I have to shout out Mr Rhoorl who will be handling a toddler and dog on his own while I’m out this week. The last time I was away from my crew was about this same time last year and I was not in a good place - between being away from my daughter for the first time and the hormones associated with ending breastfeeding I was a hot ass mess. But, I’m in a lot better of a mental space these days, so I’m actually looking forward to some time away knowing he’s got it more than handled.

If you read all of this thank you, or if you scrolled to the bottom to confirm I was actually done talking, hey, you made it! Hope you have a great week!

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal

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hi babe 🍑

So, I was wondering if you’d write something like that:

Javi P is a usual in most whorehouses of Bogotá, he knows his preferences and has favorite girls. This night something changes because his favorite place has a new girl. She’s young and inexperienced, and no one actually wants to pay for her, but when he sees her he can’t stop himself from booking her for a whole night.

NSFW preferences: dom/sub dynamics, size kink, innocence kink, age gap (Javi in his 40s, reader in her 20s?), dirty talking (as much as possible 🥵), if you could squeeze in some degradation kink I’d be on my knees for you

Anyways, feel free to twist it how you like, it’s just a lil thot 💕

Beginner's Luck

named after yet another King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard song (I love them okay, don't come for me)

I changed it minimally but I hope you still enjoy it ♥

18+ Minors do not interact

word count: 4916

Warnings: feelings of anxiety, full service sex work, soft dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced & shy reader, regular client Javi (what a manwhore), oral (f receiving), protected PiV sex, dirty talk, Javi guiding you through your first night at work.

Nervous and jittery, taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves, you sat down on a stool by the dimly lit bar in the brothel you’d just started your very first shift at.

The other girls around you waiting for clients were chatting and giggling, some dancing, you couldn’t help but feel awkward. Aside from you being new here, you also had a long way to go to build confidence - not to mention the minuscule amount of experience you’d brought to the table applying here.

But nobody had asked you about your dating history and sex life, all you really had to do was show your body and let them test you for an array of sexually transmitted diseases.

Now, you regretted not having asked more questions. Like if it was bad that you’d only had one partner before, and could count the amount of times you’d had sex on two hands. But you needed the money, desperately.

“Hey, are you alright?” The bartender’s voice cut through the loud music in the bar room, catching you off guard and making you snap your head around to look at her a little too fast.

You cleared your throat and folded your hands in your lap, nervously shifting in your seat. “Y-yeah, I’m okay, thank you. Just a little nervous” you replied, “could you pour me an orange juice?”

She reached behind herself to grab a tall glass and topped it up with the freshly squeezed good stuff from the cooler, along with a straw and an orange slice on the rim. “There you go”, she said with a kind smile, “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

You nodded, taking a long sip of the juice and relaxing a little bit thanks to the distraction. “First day.”

“Oh, wow. Must be so nerve wracking! I hope you have lots of fun, though. They only let good men in here; anybody who has the cojones to hurt you will get banned for life, I promise you.” she reassured with another empathetic smile, and you nodded gratefully. “Thank you.”

The nightlife of Bogotá came alive around an hour after you’d come to work; the clubs and bars around the brothel buzzing with people out for drinks and a dance while you were still seated at the bar, sipping another orange juice.

You excused yourself to the bathroom after all that juice just as the first client was let into the building. You passed him in the hallway with a shy smile tugging at your lips and you decided to be bold and twirl a strand of your hair around your finger - he seemed to only have eyes for the pretty brunette walking behind you though.

With an awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach, you disappeared in a stall, cursing under your breath.

Some cold water running over your hands and wrists, pressing your wet palms against the hot skin at the back of your neck, and rinsing your mouth of the lingering tart sweetness of the juice cleared your mind a little bit.

Someone burst into the restroom just as you were about to walk back up the half stairs to the bar and you jumped with a hand on your heart.

“The American is here”, the girl said as she passed you, “he always tips so well, fuck, I need to hurry up!”

You grinned at her rushing into a stall, the sound of the heels of her shoes tapping on the tiles enunciating her excitement hilariously.

Curious to see said American, you made your way back to the bar room with a sway in your hips.

A horde of girls had gathered there now, all surrounding a single couch in the corner where you could barely make out a full head of dark brown hair, but the rest of him was covered by your colleagues.

Your shyness beat your curiosity and you hesitated, leaning with one elbow planted on the bar a safe distance away, just watching curiously.

The girl from the restroom arrived and joined the others at his table, effortlessly joining in the banter.

“Who’s that?”, you asked the bartender, trying not to sound too nosy. You nodded in his direction, a loud laugh from several of the girls making you raise your brows. Could one man really carry that much charisma to command an entire room of hot women like that?

“He’s who we call el Americano. He’s here almost every night, and I hear he tips so well, he’s single-handedly gotten half of them through a semester of college.” she explained.

Mouth agape, you kept watching, some of the girls finally settling elsewhere and clearing your view over to him. Oh, he was handsome.

You swallowed dryly and failed miserably at an attempt of a confident smile when he caught your eye, his arm around a gorgeous blonde next to him who was halfway in his lap and sucking on two of his fingers.

He leaned over to his last remaining company to whisper something into her ear; then she followed his eye line and looked at you with an excited smile, turning to breathe a reply into the side of his neck, leaving a soft peck there before standing up and walking towards you.

Before you could even begin to feel self-conscious about the whispering and gesturing into your direction, she took the nasty feeling bubbling up away from you by leaning over the bar by your side. “He wants to talk to you, new girl”, she said with a wink, “go on, don’t be shy now!”

With another look at the bartender, who gave you a reassuring nod, you took one last grounding breath and pushed yourself off the bar. It was time to put your full energy into not tripping over your own feet or doing something equally clumsy, so you did.

The leather couch he was sitting on crinkled under his weight, and when yours added to it, you sank down considerably, almost losing your balance - almost.

“Evenin’, hermosa”, he drawled, wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue before lifting up his glass of neat whisky for a sip.

“Hi”, you breathed, his arm coming down around your shoulders, warm and heavy, pulling you into his side.

“You’re new here”, he observed, putting the glass down on the tiny round table in front of you, having to lean over your lap to do so.

“I am. First day!” you smiled with forced confidence, barely audible over the music, but the heavy bass was drowned out by your heartbeat anyway when his fingers began softly caressing your shoulder.

“Wanna find a room where we can talk, alone?”, he suggested, and the anxious pit in your stomach returned. But this was your job, and he was so handsome, and he smelled so damn good it was making you feel dizzy. You just nodded and let him pull you up by your hand.

Instead of letting you go and lead the way, he held onto you with his drink in his free hand and directed you through the bar, towards the private rooms. He knew his way around the establishment a lot better than you did, and within seconds he’d found an empty one that was tidy, open windows and fresh sheets.

His hand was dwarfing yours as he squeezed it, locking the door behind you and making his way to the armchairs by the window, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re so beautiful”, he praised, reaching out to brush your hair over your shoulder, behind your back. You just smiled and tried not to squirm when his hot breath fanned over your chest.

Both your legs to one side of him, your upper half turned to face him with one of his arms around your waist, you forced your anxiety deep down into a locker, throwing away the key for the night.

“And you’re really handsome”, you said, earning a low chuckle, “what’s your name?” “I’m Javi”, he said, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, beginning to play with a lock of your hair, “what name did Gloria give you?”

Gloria was your boss - she made every working girl take on a fake name for privacy and safety.

“Isabella”, you breathed, “but you can call me Bella.” He hummed appreciatively in response, a smile on his face. The charming lines around his eyes and the single dimple on his right cheek made you blush.

“Do you know what the name Isabella means?” he asked and you shook your head no. “It means devoted to God.”

Your breath hitched in your throat before you broke out in a giggle. He seemed awfully pleased with that sweet sound as he hummed again and lowered his hand around your waist to paw at your ass.

“How do you know that?”, you asked with a bright smile; you could get used to this hungry look he was throwing at you with his sensational brown eyes hooded and hidden behind his lashes.

“I don’t remember where I picked that up, must have been a while ago”, he explained, his deep voice sending a shiver through your spine.

“You’re from America, right, Javi?”, you inquired, shifting in his lap so your dampening core was situated right on top of his firm thigh.

“Yes, I’m from Texas. I’m in Bogotá for work. Are you from here?”, he asked, but you crinkled your nose and shook your head no. No personal details. “It’s okay if you wanna make up a lie for me, or not talk about yourself at all, cariño” he continued, his hand on your ass lightly squeezing in what you decided to interpret as reassurance.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked then, again licking his lips, his eyes darting down to your mouth curled into a shy smile. You nodded, steadying yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders. He was so easy to hold on to, so steady and confident.

His warm palm coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb hooking under your chin and tilting your face to his level, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. His mustache tickled you in a pleasant way, hard to describe what the feeling was that it ignited deep within you.

A few more pecks and he opened his mouth ever so slightly to let just a tiny hint of his tongue dart against your bottom lip.

When you accepted his deepening of the kiss, he sighed into your mouth, continuing to squeeze you through your little dress.

With his arm around your waist, he lifted you off his lap, stood up and backed you up towards the bed until you felt the mattress hit your lower thighs. Javi kept kissing you, needy yet soft; he was a considerate and skilled kisser.

What else could he have in his repertoire to sweep you off your feet right there?

Gently making you sit down, he kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of you and looked at you with an intoxicating cocktail of adoration and lust in his eyes.

“How do you like to be fucked, Bella?”, he asked, the low rumble of his voice laced with desire tugging at your heart.

You opened your mouth to respond, didn’t know if you should make something up or admit that you had no idea. He kissed you again when you hesitated a little too long, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“Or do you not know?”, he kept digging, “I can show you a few things, if you like, pretty thing-” “Yes, please”, you breathed, “I-I’m not a virgin, but… I don’t know what I like yet.” He seemed to thoroughly enjoy your honest confession, a quiet hum escaping his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Why don’t you take this off first?” he asked, fumbling with your short dress, “Let me see you.”

Lifting yourself onto your feet just quickly enough to pull the flimsy material over your head, you shuddered when you felt his hands on top of your thighs.

He tutted, “A little slower, for me, please.”

You felt yourself blush from your neck to your hairline, leaning into his touch when he placed both his palms on your hips under your dress.

Teasingly slow, inch by inch, you rolled the fabric up over your soft, moisturized skin, revealing yourself to him.

You’d been asked not to wear a bra under your dress, and when the cool breeze from the open windows hit your freed nipples, they instantly pebbled as you completely rid yourself of the only thing shielding your tits from view.

You shivered, and after gorging himself on the sight of you for a beat, Javi picked up the hint, getting up and closing the windows. It could get frigid at night even in Colombia.

He was down at your feet again in no time, smoothing his hands up the sides of your calves, over your knees, halting on top of your thighs where he squeezed you lightly. “Fuck, hermosa”, he breathed, slipping his thick fingers between your thighs to push them apart carefully, revealing the thong you were wearing.

His greedy eyes took you in, you were at his mercy as he eyed every inch of you.

Again he leaned in to kiss you, guiding you down to his level with his fingers curled around your shoulder. His kisses grew hungrier, so needy, pawing at your breast and your thighs like a man starved.

You whined into his mouth, tasted a recently smoked cigarette and the whisky on his tongue along with peppermint. The whine spurred him into action, beckoned him to get up and back you against the headboard.

You let him help you shuffle back, sinking down into the bouncy mattress; the sturdy frame of the bed was silent under your combined weight.

His soft lips melting against yours, he straddled your thighs, warm fingers dancing down your side to squeeze your hip, hooking into the waistband of your thong and shuffling it down just far enough so he could see your pussy between his knees looking down.

“Dios mío, hermosa”, he panted, “I can see from up here how wet you are for me already and I haven’t even started!” You choked out another whine at his words; how was he so easily wrapping you around his finger?

“Let me touch you, querida.” You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, wide-eyed looking at him hovering over you.

He was clearly straining in his sinfully tight jeans, light blue shirt tucked into his waistband, brown leather belt looped around him. He looked so put together, kind of important. But you knew better than to ask about his profession, Gloria’s advice against it coming back to mind.

Better if you know nothing about anybody coming here.

Making more room for you to part your legs and kick your thong off, straddling just one of your thighs now, the other angled and spreading you open, he began by dragging his fore and middle finger along the juncture of your hip and leg.

“Your skin is so soft”, he praised, foreheads touching, his free hand at the back of your neck, nose nuzzling yours. He stayed still against your face but looked down at you through his long lashes as he dipped a fingertip between your folds.

You huffed, then whimpered at the contact, and he breathed a chuckle into your face before kissing you again and letting his finger glide deeper, lower, gathering your slick and spreading it around your clit.

“She’s drooling all over my finger, you feel it?”, he whispered, intense look into your eyes, placing the pad of his left thumb on your chin to tilt your head down, “Look.”

You did as you were told, biting down on your lip and watching as he removed his finger from your heat to show your juices glistening in the dim light - when he was satisfied with your reaction, another shy smile and breathy laugh, he brought his slick finger up to his lips and sucked it clean, quiet groan vibrating in his wide chest.

“Taste so sweet”, he praised, cupping your cheek in his palm and shuffling lower, coming to rest on his front between your thighs. His hands felt incredible all over your skin, making the little hairs at the nape of your neck stand up.

“Want me to give you my mouth, hermosa?”, he asked, and you appreciated his making sure he had your consent every step of the way a little too much - it made you turn to putty in his hands.

“Yes”, you sighed, settling against the plush pillows and letting his large hands against the insides of your thighs spread you apart for him.

“Such a pretty little pussy, all pink and wet and begging to be eaten.” he praised between nips of your soft thighs, his tongue lapping at your skin and making your head swim.

When he finally licked a broad stripe up your center, your fingers reflexively threaded through his hair, dark curls slowly soaking with sweat as he focused on your needy cunt.

His big hands held you down by your hips, keeping you in place for his lips closing around your clit and softly sucking there before he darted his tongue out and gathered your slick on his tongue, drinking you down.

He groaned against you when you punctuated your labored breaths with high pitched whines, grinding against his mouth as much as he allowed you to move.

Javi was sucking on and licking your pussy like his life depended on making you cum on his tongue - he’d clearly perfected this skill. Listening to your moans and watching you squirm and buck into him, he speedily found the exact buttons he had to push to get you there.

You were fisting his hair, tugging at the roots, and he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, it seemed to only spur him on, just like the sweet noises falling from your plump-kissed lips. His pussy drunk grunts and groans sent vibrations through your entire body and he alternated between seeking eye contact and shutting his eyes to get a more intense experience of your taste all over his mouth.

When you were getting close, writhing in his tight hold, he removed himself from your throbbing cunt; you gave a disappointed whine, earning a low chuckle. “Can you take a finger or two, gorgeous?”, he asked, and you realized he was not going to leave you high and dry so close to your orgasm.

Your hair fell into your sweaty face when you eagerly nodded and was now sticking to your forehead; you were falling apart.

Without wasting even a second, he loosened the grip of his left hand on your hip, splaying his right forearm across your lower abdomen to gently press down and pull the skin of your tummy upwards, granting him easier access to all of you.

His thick forefinger teased your folds for a mere second or two before he slowly pushed it inside your needy hole, and he curled it slightly inside you at the same time he returned his hot mouth to you.

In between licks to your clit, he breathed “Say my name when you cum - fuck, you look amazing like this.”

He had you on the edge before, but when he slipped in his middle finger too and found a particularly mind numbing spot to curl both fingers into, you finally tipped over.

“Oh - aah, fuck, yes, Javi”, you moaned as you arched your back, “I’m - ahh- hah”

He kept his sloppy open mouth on you as he groaned into you, long and deep, thick fingers spreading you open so tightly as you writhed and drowned out the noise of the music outside the door with your wanton cries.

“That’s a good girl”, he praised as you came down, delivering another languid lick to your clit, still pumping and curling his fingers, your slick dribbling down his chin and soaking his mustache. “You did so good; look fucking beautiful when I make you cum like that.”

You tugged him up, up, up by his shirt’s collar, until his forehead was resting against yours, and kissed him. You could taste yourself on his tongue and were surprised to learn it wasn’t unpleasant at all - and he kissed you so expertly that it was only a footnote anyway. His lips were soft like the silky sheets his body weight pressed you into and you couldn’t get enough.

He sat back on his haunches and finally pulled his shirt off and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. The clinking of his belt buckle opening made you hum and sink deeper into the pillow under your head as you watched him step off the bed to undress completely.

“There, now we’re equal”, he commented as he crawled back into bed with you.

Letting your eyes wander down his masculine frame, taking in the warm glow of his skin, the taut muscles in his arms and thighs, the expanse of his chest - and in the moment you felt so grateful you’d taken this job.

He looked like a god, big brown eyes searching for yours as he took your hands into his own and pinned them to the mattress to either side of your head. “You’re so beautiful, such a pretty little thing; can’t get enough of you”, he praised, pressing his hips against yours.

You felt his aching hard cock thick and heavy sliding through your folds as he grinded against you with a gasp.

“Keep talking to me like that, Javi, please” you begged, meeting his hips eagerly.

He only pulled back to grab a condom out of the drawer - he knew where they kept the condoms - taking his time to rip it open and roll it over his cock.

“Do you want me to fuck you like this, hermosa?” he questioned, leaning over you again with his hands planted firmly into the mattress, caging you in like a trapped animal - but you weren’t trapped. You wanted this, maybe as much or even more than he did, and he’d pay you for it too.

“Yes”, you squeaked, barely audible, but he picked it up. With a searing kiss that left you completely breathless, he lined himself up with you, dragging the head of his cock through your slick, teasing you.

Without any further warning, he pushed his hips forward and your dripping wetness let him ease inside your pussy so swiftly, it knocked the wind out of both your lungs simultaneously. He was halfway in when he stilled his slow descent, kissing you again and letting you adjust to his girth.

Javi wasn’t just handsome, charming, skilled and generous - he was well endowed too. That much you could tell.

Not long enough to hurt you, but he was thick, and you could have sworn you felt the veins running along his shaft tickling your walls to ease the burning stretch he was delivering.

Any moans welling up in your throat were muffled by his mouth on yours, hungrily devouring you as he pushed himself further inside you. “Dios mío”, he huffed, finally bottomed out and buried to the hilt inside your inviting warmth.

His right hand came up to knead your left breast, his nose nudging yours. “Can you feel my cock stretching you, Bella? Does it hurt?” “N-no, Javi, it doesn’t hurt, it f-feels so good” you moaned, blinking your eyes shut; you could feel tears burning and spilling over, rolling down your cheeks.

He kissed them away, licking the salty taste off his lips before pressing them to yours again, finally moving.

“It feels so good you’re crying?”

You nodded, hair stuck to your face coated in a sheen of sweat like the rest of your body.

“Oh, what am I doing to you, hmm pretty girl? I’m ruining you-”

You couldn’t believe the filth, the desire dripping from his words, making you light headed. He was moving so slowly, carefully, letting you feel every tight fitting inch of him inside your cunt.

Javi gradually increased the speed of his movements, making you gasp every time he hit a certain spot deep inside you. He grinded against you, a smooth snap of his hips punctuating every deep thrust he gave you.

“Princesa, let me hear you, please. Louder” he demanded, coaxing more moans out of you, and with the way he was fucking you faster and somehow even deeper, you didn’t even need to fake them.

“Yes,” he hissed, “you’re stuffed so full with my cock, aren’t you? Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels s’full, Javi, oh my god-” you cried, your arms looping around his back to dig half moons into his lush skin - you couldn’t help it.

He kissed you again, swallowing a wanton moan falling from your lips before letting your mouth go and fall open again.

Fucking you faster yet, you heard the wet sounds of your pussy squelching, struggling to fit him still. He wasn’t hurting you, but it was deliciously dizzying how thick he felt slipping in and out of you - like he was impaling you gently.

He settled on a mind numbing speed, heaving breaths and some downright filthy groans hitting your ears, drowning out everything else around you as you went to squeeze his ass cheek, feeling his muscles move beneath his soft skin and the layer of fat.

“Your pussy is drooling all over me, you’re so fucking wet”, he mumbled against the side of your neck, “open your mouth.”

Taken aback by the request, you watched as he lifted his head to hover right above your face, his brows knitted together with a look of pure bliss on his handsome face. “I said open your mouth, babygirl”

You did as he told you, and even stuck out your tongue a little bit, wriggling it from side to side.

He spit into your mouth - and you moaned, your eyes rolling back as he nudged your chin with his nose to close it.

“Swallow,” he ordered, “go on.”

Again, you did as he’d asked.

The look on Javi’s face when he watched you obey his command was something else entirely. Blissed out, continuing to fuck you so deep you could swear he hit your stomach from below, he kissed you sloppily.

Open mouthed and moaning against your tongue, he was making you see stars with every practiced thrust.

He left a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, finding your neck to nuzzle his face into, sucking and lapping and biting at your sensitive skin there.

The feeling was intoxicating; you’d have him kiss your neck until the end of time if you could.

“Wanna feel you cum on my fat cock, hermosa, give it to me”, he huffed, his hot breath tickling you and his words making you arch your back.

Again, he sat up on his haunches, his big hands hooking behind your knees and smoothing your legs over both his shoulders. He sped up once again - where did he get his stamina? - and your knees pressed together by his steady forearms tightly looped around them intensified the divine feeling of him fucking into you tenfold.

“O-Oh my god, Javi, Javi, Javi”, you babbled, fumbling to find purchase by grabbing for the sheets - and then you came apart.

You couldn’t have held back the obscene, filthy sounds falling from your mouth if you wanted to, they were just ripping out of you. Javi’s groans and panting breaths become more erratic as well; he felt you squeezing his cock, making the already snug fit even tighter.

“Attagirl - fuck, you’re so fucking tight”

You were losing your mind. The waves of your orgasm whooshing in your head through your bloodstream, your cunt pulsing around him and his tightening balls slapping against your ass as he relentlessly fucked you through your peak.

He was fucking himself with your hole, using it; you weren’t moving at all, just let him manhandle you. His thrusts slowed a little bit, his rhythm stuttered, and burying himself deep inside you he came hard.

A rough, guttural groan escaped his throat as he leaned down, holding your legs firmly in place on his shoulders so you felt your muscles stretch the closer his face came to yours.

He kissed you again, drowning another one of your moans with his mouth on yours and responding with his own grunt as he stilled his hips, only slowly rocking against you now.

“Fuck”, he cursed as he broke the kiss, “thank you, thank you, thank you, sweet girl.”

You reached out for his face, cupping his cheeks in both of your palms, and he leaned into your touch as you smoothed a thumb over his sticky mustache.

“No, thank you, Javi, really.” you said, “I was so fucking nervous all day, so scared it was gonna be bad. I was scared I’d have to do things I wasn’t ready for.”

He snapped his teeth at your thumb, biting and playfully sucking it into his mouth for a moment, and you let him hear the sweet sound of your giggle again. “And did you? Have to do things you weren’t ready for?”

“No.” you smiled, pulling him into another kiss, “couldn’t have played out any better.”

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