Richie slumped onto the worn leather couch in the dressing room, letting out an exaggerated sigh that caught the attention of the other guys.
"I don't get it." He complained, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I know I'm packing, right? But every time a girl gets a look at it, suddenly it's 'how about a hand job instead?' What's up with that? Are they intimidated or something?"
Mike chuckled from across the room. "Maybe they're just overwhelmed, man. Not everyone can handle the full Richie experience."
"Or maybe your reputation precedes you." added Ken with a smirk. "Big Dick Richie - you set some high expectations before you even drop your pants."
Richie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's frustrating. A man has needs, you know?"
Later that night after their show, as the guys were winding down, Richie noticed Y/N lingering by the bar. They'd chatted a few times before - Y/N was a regular who always seemed friendly and genuinely interested in their performances, not just ogling them like most patrons.
"What's up, Y/N?" Richie asked, leaning against the bar next to him.
Y/N turned with a smile. "Just enjoying the atmosphere. You guys were amazing tonight."
"Thanks, man." Richie hesitated, then decided to vent. "Actually, can I ask you something? As a guy who's... well-endowed... have you ever had trouble with people being intimidated?"
Y/N's eyes flickered down briefly before meeting Richie's again. "I might have some idea what you're talking about."
Richie nodded. "Right? It's like they see it and panic or something. Haven't gotten proper action in weeks."
Y/N leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You know, not everyone is intimidated, Richie. Some of us are... appreciative."
Richie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? You saying..."
"I'm saying I'd love to suck you." Y/N said bluntly, making Richie's eyes widen. "And if you're interested, I'd even take you up the ass."
Richie stared, momentarily speechless. He'd never had a guy proposition him so directly before. "You're serious?"
"Completely." Y/N replied with a confident grin. "I know what I like, and I've been admiring you from afar for a while now."
Richie felt a stir of interest he hadn't expected. "Well, damn. I wasn't expecting that tonight."
"Sometimes the best surprises come when you least expect them." Y/N said, placing a hand on Richie's arm. "So, what do you say?"
Richie looked around the room, then back at Y/N. A slow smile spread across his face. "You know what? I think I'm in the mood for a new experience."
Y/N's grin widened. "Excellent. I've got a place nearby if you're ready to skip the hand jobs for something better."
"Lead the way." Richie said, feeling a renewed excitement he hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe he'd been looking in the wrong direction for satisfaction all along.
Pairing: f!reader x magic mike re4 Leon (established relationship)
Word count: 2674 words
Warnings: smut, Leon being tied up, mentions of cum denial, Leon coming on reader's chest, unprotected sex (take care), mentions of jealousy from reader, a little bit of teasing, spanking.
Plot: You thought that your boyfriend performing on Magic Mike shows would break your relationship. The thought of hundreds of girls watching him dance and take off his shirt made you think like that. But after agreeing to go see him perform, and after he called you backstage after the show just to show you're the only one who could actually have him, you changed your mind. Maybe you should start watching his performances more often.
A/N: As you voted in the poll a few days ago, here you have Leon as Magic Mike 😏. You guys also showed a lot of interest in reading this scenario with Chris and Carlos, so I might make one for them as well 🤭 enjoy!
P.S: I'm down on my knees for slicked back hair Leon, PERIOD.
Song playing: Often - The Weeknd.
Taglist -> @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w (let me know if you want to be added!)
Magic Mike (Carlos) / Magic Mike (Chris)
The music starts low, deep, following a rhythm you could feel on your chest before than in your ears. You're sitting in the crowd with your best friends, just like you promised Leon you would. But being honest, you weren't sure if you were going to be able to deal with your jealousy once Leon appeared on stage and started performing. You talked about this with him plenty of times since you started dating. He said he had eyes for only you and that you were the only one he could think of while performing. But seeing him surrounded by women looking at him with lustful eyes as he removed his shirt and thrusted his hips sensually into the air was something you were having trouble dealing with.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, the audience went feral, screaming and even chanting their names like a mantra. The first on the stage is obviously Leon. His presence is secure, with no doubt, like someone extremely familiar with the crowd reaction. His posture is relaxed, every step is measured with precision, even though it looks natural. His movements are dangerously natural as well, as if he were too used to that kind of attention, too used to that kind of control. Blue lights shone on him, drawing shadows on his muscular body with every movement he made. But it's then that you notice he's not really looking at the general crowd. His eyes wander around the small room, looking for something or someone. And when he finally saw you, he stopped for a second, almost invisible to everyone else except you. That's when you saw that desire in his eyes. The show wasn't only for the audience. It was for you.
From that point, every hip roll he made, every brush on his abs seemed casual… but it wasn't. There was a clear intention behind them as if he were asking you to meet him backstage with his gaze. He wasn't trying to impress you, not anymore. He just wanted to get closer and see your reaction up close. The distance between the stage and where you were sitting with your friends started to feel closer, even if it remained the same physically. Leon kept that calm look on his face, that controlled look everyone got to see from him, that never really revealed what he was really thinking about. But his eyes said a completely different thing. His blue eyes held that lust you recognized immediately. That lust only you could see on him. And that was what made the atmosphere tense up between you two.
Around him, Carlos moved with his natural charisma, playing with the audience like always and getting tons of reactions from the girls around the stage, trying to get closer to the stage. On the other side, Chris kept his steady presence, solid, almost intimidating. “That guy's kinda hot.“ You heard your friend say while pointing at Chris. But you were too focused on keeping eye contact with Leon that you didn't even see Chris looking at your table. Leon was too present for you to not notice him. Getting closer, not physically yet, but mentally. Every step he made seemed to close the distance that broke you apart. Every pause he made between every movement… lingered a second longer when he was right in front of you.
Your eyes darkened when you saw him stop right in front of your table, the music slowed a little bit, like it was all part of the show. But you knew by the way Leon had his eyes on you that he had all of this planned. He smirked a little, getting a little bit closer. His hand reached your chin, catching you off guard as he tilted his head slightly, just enough for you to feel it as a private gesture, intimate, almost out of the show, as if everything else faded away the moment you met his eyes again. The music, the lights, the crowd. Everything disappeared. And then he closed the distance, getting closer to your ear. “Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I'll give you what you deserve after the show.“ He whispered, a wider smirk appearing on his lips when he went away. His sentence sent chills down your spine. The tension wasn't subtle anymore. Probably at this point, everyone in the crowd knew you had something going on with the Golden Boy, as they called him. Leon perfectly knew what he was doing to you, and what was worse was that he didn't even try to hide it. He stepped a little further, still maintaining eye contact with you, making you feel your legs weak at the thought of his little promise. And when he keeps dancing, getting involved in the show again, that promise is not only part of it. It's something that started long before you two even got to the theatre, and that won't clearly end after the music ends.
The music kept on in the background, muffled, like it belonged to another world. The stage was finally empty, and as you promised Leon before the show, you were looking for him backstage. There in his dressing room, everything seemed to be darker, narrower, more real. You didn't even have time to react when you saw him crossing the door. Leon entered with no rush, but he didn't stop either. He closed the door behind him and closed the distance that separated you both since you arrived. The kiss was heated, hungry, full of desire like you haven't seen each other in weeks. You took a few seconds to react, not expecting him to be so desperate for you. But when you return the kiss, a smirk appears on his face, his hands grab your hips in place so you couldn't escape him. Not like you would anyway. For the first time in the entire night, there weren't colorful lights or people distracting you. It was just the two of you.
“Did you like the show?“ He whispered against your lips, still close to your body. “Because you looked really happy out there…” He added, sliding his hands on your sides. His touch was soft, tender, almost like a tease, as if he wanted to see how long you could resist. “I would have preferred it if you did it at home and you didn't have hundreds of eyes fixated on you.“ You replied, tilting your head slightly as you watched his lips curl. Your heart was bumping against your ribcage like a drum, his hot breath was brushing your cheeks. He let out a small laugh at your comment. “Well, now you have me here. No eyes are looking.“ He said, getting a little bit closer again. “Out there, I couldn't touch you… But here, it's different.“ He whispered into your ear and started to leave small kisses on your neck. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you tried to let the air out without it sounding like a moan. Your fingers intertwined in his blond locks as you pulled him closer. You heard him laugh against your skin, his breath tickling on your weak spot. “You can do whatever you want to me in here, baby.“ He said before leaving a love mark on your sweet spot, making you moan his name. He always knew what you wanted and needed, and today was not an exception. He knew how insecure you felt about him performing. He knew how jealous you could feel after watching him on stage. He knew there wasn't a better way to make you feel loved than to let you take control over him.
His hands moved to your butt, squeezing it as you connected your lips with his again, walking towards the chair. You forced him to sit down, your hands on his broad, bare chest. His eyes gleamed with a lustful shine you loved to see. “Tell me to stop now or I-” You said before you felt his hand pulling you into his lap. “If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have offered it.“ He cut you, grabbing your neck and pulling you into a deeper kiss. Your tongues danced in unison, like they were perfectly made for each other. Your hips didn't take long to start rubbing on his growing bulge, getting a trail of low groans from him. “This is a little unfair. I'm half naked, and you're still wearing that dress.“ He said, eyeing you, not wanting to look down much because he knew he would get weaker if he saw you rolling your hips against his dick. You laughed at his statement, getting off his lap and removing the piece of cloth that covered your body. He bit his lip as he looked at you from top to bottom, admiring how beautiful you were. “You know? I think you've made me suffer a lot… I think it is my turn.“ You said, placing your hands on his thighs, caressing them as you moved them up to unbuckle his black belt. He didn't need you to explain what crossed your mind, he immediately knew how dirty thoughts were clouding your mind as you planned how to make him suffer. And his belt seemed to be the best option. Whenever you and Leon had sex, he absolutely loved to be able to touch your body as much as he wanted and wherever he wanted. Probably the biggest punishment was disabling him from having free movement in his hands.
He smirked as you took the belt and moved behind him, the leather material feeling slightly cold around his wrists. “This is hotter than I thought.“ He said, feeling his erection grow harder, if that was even possible, at the thought of you riding him and controlling him. “Thought you preferred it the other way.“ You joked, walking around him to stop in front of him again. You had to admit you were also getting turned on at the view of him tied up to the chair, legs spread, ready to get ruined. “I can let you have it your way tonight.“ He said, his muscles tensing up a little. “Just tonight?“ You asked, getting closer slowly, too slowly if you asked him. “Don't push your luck. I can still get rid of this and… f-fuck.“ He tried to say, but the feeling of your hand around his length stopped him. You smirked at his reaction. “You should warn before you do that…” He breathed out, trying his best to hold his sounds. “It's not that funny if I do so.“ You said with an unphased calm. Your hand moved up and down his legth, covering every single inch. Your grip was firm, a little bit tighter than Leon expected. “You plan to… make me cum just with your… touch, don't you…?“ He said, the words getting stuck in his throat. “Maybe.“ You answered with the same tone as before. Your eyes were locked on his, admiring how his bare forehead shone under the dim light of the room, how his sweaty chest rose and fell with every breath he took, how his eyelashes fluttered heavily before his eyes, how his lip got between his teeth trying to suffocate his groans. How his hips tried to thrust into your hand, begging you to give him more friction. “You're such a… dirty girl…” He said, moving his hands as if they were not tied up, trying to grab yours to make them match the pace he wanted. But when he noticed his hands didn't move, the frustration grew in his eyes.
You pumped his hard member a few times more at a devilish slow pace, stopping right before he could cum. “W-what are you doing?“ He whined at the loss of your touch. “You look so desperate, love.“ You said, grabbing his chin so he could keep eye contact as you moved on top of him. “I'm not that bad.“ You added knowing how much he hated to get cum denial. He let out a breathy laugh. “What are you? An angel?“ He said, looking at you with adoration. “You wish.“ You said before devouring his lips at a painful intensity. Your teeth were more present this time, biting his lower lip and pulling on it as you slowly sat on his length, making him feel a wave of feelings he couldn't quite describe. The pace of the kiss was unmatched with your hips. He felt the urge to untie himself and grab your hips firmly to make you move faster, deeper, just like the kiss. But the feeling of the leather around his wrists got tighter every time he moved his hands. “Y/N… please… move f-faster.“ He begged against your lips. You never thought seeing Leon like this would make you feel so good. “Slower? You want me to go slower, babe?“ You said with a teasing tone, going down on his length as slow and deep as you could. The feeling of his tip hitting the deepest walls inside you made you throw a trail of moans mixed with his name as you rolled your hips. “F-f-fuck…” That was the only thing he managed to say as he felt you tightening around him as if his dick would slip out at any moment.
His head was thrown back, eyes shut with pleasure as you moved slightly faster, finally. His dick hit all the right spots inside you. Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving soft scratches around the strong muscles. His name mixed with your moans and his low grunts filled the room. You swore that someone might have heard what you two were doing. But you didn't really care. Your mouth was on his neck, leaving a trail of love marks and wet kisses, his scent filling your lungs. “I-I'm so c-close…” He managed to say as he started to see little white spots blurring his view. When you heard him say that, you released the belt around his wrists, making him finally free. As soon as he felt the leather disappear from his skin, his hands went straight to your hips, squeezing your butt and spanking it slightly, just like he knew you loved. A whine escaped your lips at the heat of his palm landing on your skin. “F-fucking hell baby… y-you're the queen of timing…” He said as he tightened his grip on your hips, making it hard for you to control your moves anymore. Now it was him the one in control. And that was dangerous.
He thrusted his hips up, a clapping sound mixing with your moans and his breath as your skin came in contact with his. At that point, you couldn't feel your legs anymore, white spots appearing before your eyes as well. He stayed deep inside you. You shut your eyes with pleasure, his name like a loud mantra falling from your lips, a heat wave taking over you as you chased your climax. As soon as he felt his dick twitch inside you, he pushed you away from his lap. “C-can I?“ He asked, looking at your chest. You didn't need more explanation. You got on your knees and held his eye contact, just like you knew he loved. He pumped his length a couple of times before his white load landed on your bare chest, making you shiver at the warm feeling. “You look so fucking beautiful.“ He said, looking at you and brushing your lower lip with his thumb. “Just for you.“ You said, closing the gap that separated your lips.
Maybe having a boyfriend who performed in a show like Magic Mike was not for every girl. But you knew that, as long as he loved you the way he did and as long as he kept demonstrating you were the only one he thought of while performing, that jealousy wouldn't break your relationship. If so, it would make intimacy wilder, just like that night.
Tell me why there are no fics about Channing Tatum?? Like there’s one and it’s a male reader, but there are none with fem ones. It’s actually insane especially when I’m in such a Channing Tatum kick rn. Like it’d actually insane!!! If you write please write some whether it’s about him in “ She’s the man” or 21/22 jump street. Don’t even get me started on there being none for Magic Mike!!! It’s actually insane because hes so fine!!! Like someone has to agree!!
I drew some rough sketches of some of the Mandjtv characters because I want to make some comics of them. I’m going to change how some of them look though idk why but Grunty and Dr. Fuse just don’t look right.
