#I am going to chew glass. this ones really really fucking good i think. to me. good god

[sadstrever]

god. i fucking ate. i FUCKING ate. it’s been about a month or something and i finally fucking had to. i had to but it still feels like my fucking fault that i feel this way. i had 10 strawberries, 4 grapes, 1 cucumber, 2 figs. i am so fucking upset and terrified. it’s not just that i had to eat, i had to eat AFTER i had another really bad chew and spit day, 2 days in a row. im still 114lbs and that number is starting to fucking haunt me and it’s only been 3 days. it’s all because of my doctors appointment tomorrow. tomrrow my doctors might drug test me or find out i lost 16lbs since last month and i’m so scared i’m so fucking scared. i thought eating some fruits and veggies would help the blood test seem more normal, now that i think about it that’s so FUCKING stupid. i’m so scared i’m gonna actually gain weight it’s terrifying.

whatever whatever fuck. i have laxatives. there’s 3 set out in front of me and a glass of water. i was ready to take them but now i’m fucking scared. i’ve been taking so many laxatives just out of stress for no reason and now that i actually DO have a reason(the fact that i ate) i can’t take them.

lol okay i talked myself down and i put the laxatives away. i’m gonna wait until after the doctors tomorrow. i’m gonna go to the gym straight after if i get away with having weights in my jeans and they don’t bother me about this. i’m gonna burn 800 calories and fucking pray to god i don’t gain weight. i’m gonna take the laxatives after the gym and hopefully everything will be okay. i’m so scared. i feel pathetic and not in the way i usually do. today, i lost lol. i actually fucking did the one thing that i said was so “impossible” for me to do. god. all i can do tonight is chug a bunch of cold water, which will be good to make me heavier tomorrow morning too, do a couple workouts which will also make me bloat tomorrow, and try not to take the laxatives until AFTER the appointment.

i feel so sick.

[g1ngerbeer]

doctor who big finish out of time save me

[bunnys-kisses]

Hey Bunny! I'd love scones with hard lemonade, please pretty please. Let Verstappen serve the sweets🥹

Also, your bakery list is literally so creative

the bakery menu

if you wanna request your own order, feel free! the bakery is still open! as for this lovely request, i am very happy with what you picked! not many picked scones so i am very interested. i also got your send message and thank you so much for thinking i'm such a good smut writer!!! order up! i also added a lil something special to this as well <3

scones ("but what if they see us!") + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour) served by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, possessive behaviour, semi-public sex, wolff!reader, daddy issues, degrading language, enemies(???), unprotected sex, sass/bickering

you could always feel max's gaze on your back as you spoke to the mechanics for mercedes. you ignored him however, but the gaze still lingered. you weren't giving him the time of day.

if anything you were going to push that dutch driver to the absolute limit. as you placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the mechanics and gave him a bright smile.

"thank you so much for everything today, you and the team did such a great job!" you could tell that the mechanic in front of you was getting a little heated from the praise. you however kept your voice loud enough for max to hear.

you then pulled away and headed back towards where your father was before the race started. you looked right through max as you walked back. you tried not to stop, you forced yourself to keep moving.

these little games you must play.

you had known max for a while. everyone knew max. you at first didn't pay him much attention, he was driving for another team. not the one you were employed at, the team your father was the head principal of.

"you have to be careful, bärchen." you father warned, "this league is all pretty boys now. you need to make sure you have your head on right. they're all heart breakers."

"like you weren't, papa?" you asked.

he replied, "i know i was. that is why i know what they will do you. stay away and focus on work."

but maybe it was the daddy issues, maybe it was how sweet he was. he didn't treat you like glass, his love was at time obsessive. he was in a way possessive of you. but within six months of being on the job, you were in bed with max verstappen.

a lot of the time it was steamy sex, with the dutchman being the type of lover that made the blush got up to your ears (as if your ankles weren't already there as he fucked you). other times it was him with his arm slung around your waist. talking about nothing, listening to him yap as you felt close to him.

almost like lovers.

you were in monaco for the weekend. you had told your father that after the time of the track you were going to stay at a friend's house, but you promised to be at the race right on time.

the night before practice you and max got into a bit of a fight. you were jealous, there were no strings attached to this agreement. so he was free to see whomever he wanted. so when you saw him on raya, you both chewed each other out.

"fuckin' manwhore."

"oh really? like i didn't have to hear all about that fuckin' engineer for three months. you know, it's hot to talk about other men while someone is fucking you, right? brat."

"slut."

so now like the vindictive bitch you were it was your goal for the day to flirt with as many assistants, mechanics, drivers, anyone who you could. and you made sure to do it in max's line of sight.

before you could reach the ferrari paddock to see what trouble you could get into. you were grabbed by someone and pulled towards them. you were met with max and his lips were on yours.

he had enough. he was done playing this stupid little game with you.

"max."

"shut it."

you two were making out behind a wall in the paddock. hopefully out of prying eyes. his hands gripped your ass while you clutched onto the front his driver's suit.

"but what if they see us!"

"tonight, come over. you still remember the code to get in?" he continued to grab at your ass, massaging the flesh between his large hands.

"i think it's tattooed on my brain. so yes, i can get in."

he chuckled, "good girl, i knew you weren't the stupid whore i thought you were. keep using that brain of yours and maybe i won't have to fuck some sense into you." then smiled at you.

you hated that degrading language made you core sopping wet it was almost uncomfortable. it didn't help that his accent was a thrum in your brain that made all proper thoughts irrelevant.

he knew this too, just like he knew everything else about you.

-

his place was nice. on the outside it reeked of expensive, but the inside reeked of man in his twenties. at least he kept the framed picture you gave him of his cats. something to "add character" to the place.

but there was little time to say hello to the animals, because when you leaned down to pet one of them, max's strong arms came around you.

"don't think you're getting away with today." he said as he watched you stand back straight and he tightened his arms around you. his lips were on your neck while he held you.

"you're a possessive fuck."

"and you're not? i'm talking to a model and you're going to rip her head off. someone likes me."

you dug your nails into his arms and said, "yeah, i don't want herpes at twenty-six."

he replied, voice close to your ear, "oh i bet that's why. not because you're a stupid jealous girl who wants the number one driver all to herself. that this was never casual for you, you're just a coward. just like your father."

you huffed and turned in his arms. you grabbed him by the face and said, "i guess you know a thing or two about coward fathers. how's jos doing these days?"

he scowled at you before he grabbed you by the shirt and kissed you roughly, "fucking bitch."

"oh, lighten up, verstappen."

he made a face before you two went to the bedroom and started to strip one another. max wanted it all off now, he was impatient that way. he wanted to see your naked body before he demolished you.

he got on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his hands. he looked at you with a haziness to his blue eyes, his cock throbbed at the sight of you. also naked and ready for him.

"you're a dog, verstappen."

"and you're the rabbit i'm going to sink my teeth into." he said with a smile as he watched you get closer and straddle his waist. you got onto his cock with ease, you had done it so many times. you were certain that an imprint of his cock size was inside of you.

you held onto his shoulders and shuddered, "god should've given you a small cock."

he chuckled, "and you'd still be like this. a shivering little horny mess."

your knees rested on either side of him onto the bed, you held onto him as an anchor to not fall off the bed. you started your pace off strong, you held onto him as you rode him.

you felt the rhythm of your thrusts in the back of your head to keep yourself at a steady pace. you looked at max while his gaze was on your breasts.

"you're a dog." you repeated.

he replied, "well, maybe if you weren't trying to sleep with the whole paddock then maybe i wouldn't have to find ways to make sure you don't. actually be a decent woman."

"oh, i thought we were casual."

he took you by the hips tightly and said, "you really are a fucking idiot. it's never been casual."

you laughed before you pulled him in for another kiss. your pace was erratic and hard. you rose and dropped your hips onto his cock which caused both of you pitifully moan and gasp.

the kisses were frantic, hot all over. his fingers dug into your hips as he tried to move you in a certain way. but you weren't changing the pace for him.

"jesus christ." you muttered as you moved up and down.

"see, you can be a good girl for me. i see you more as a wife and less of a manager. i think it's about time to have the next generation of verstappen." he kissed your neck and collarbones, "have my kid."

"in your dreams, verstappen." you rolled your hips, "i need a real driver, not some kid living out daddy's dreams."

his grip on you tightened and the truth strength came out. soon you were being moved by max up and down his cock. a noise exited your throat that was painfully erotic.

"see, still just a stupid little girl. still trying to get daddy's approval. that's why you took the job. but, i still don't know why you're having sex with me. he'd die if he found out."

you cupped max's face and silenced him with a kiss. you'd have three verstappen brats before you admitted to max that you had an affection for him. you could be married for five years and you'd still not say you loved him.

you didn't want to give him that ego.

orgasm came quick over you. your thighs quivered from the rush in your body. fuck, you felt hot all over. max even took a good bite into your shoulder to "remind" you.

"fucking hell, max." you whined.

he chuckled, "now be good and cum."

you came first, you clutched onto him. you felt a pain in your head from the intense pleasure. you rode him slower and he came inside you quickly after.

you prayed tomorrow you'd remember to buy plan b.

you slowed down after you both came and panted heavily. your nails were still in your shoulders. you core throbbed from the intense orgasm as you exhaled shakily. you were still straddling his waist at the end of the bed.

he pulled out of you and pulled you down onto bed with you. his arms wrapped around you. he asked, "are you done?"

"done what?"

he kissed at your sweaty neck, "being a bitch. are you ready to be nice again?" his voice was honey in your brain. making it tacky and gooey.

"for now." you replied.

he made a face before he kissed you, "i guess that'll have to do. now you lie there. i'm not done with you."

[samandcolbyownme]

CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE ZACH JUSTICE STORIES I NEED THEM SO BAD!!😭😭

Summary: Drunk reader gets a confidence boost, thanks to tequila.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, lightweight Zach, fully willing/consensual drunk and unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, scratching, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie (oops), general filth

Word count: 2.5k | not edited

“Come on, Zach.” You plead, hand sliding up his arm to grip his shoulder, “Just one shot with me?”

His eyes scan over your hand and up your arm to your face, “You don’t really mean it when you say just one, do you?”

You smile, already feeling kind of tipsy, “You can’t say no to me.”

A smirk plays with his lips, “I can saw whatever I want to you.”

“Will you pleeease take a shot with me, Zachary?” You pout your lip, giving him your best doe eyes with the added batting of your lashes.

“Yes.”

“Wait, really?”

He leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “I just wanted to see you beg.” He goes to turn but stops, “You looked so hot doing it, too.”

You feel your cheeks turn warm, if you were sober, you would have walked away from him by now, laughing it off like usual.

“Oh yeah?” You look up at him, “Well, I think you’re hot in general.”

He looks taken aback by your words for a split second before he rolls with, “Of course you do, I’m Zach Justice.” He laughs and you roll your eyes, “If Zach Justice wants to come home with y/n y/l/n after this, I suggested ordering us a shot.”

His brows raise, “Huh?”

You chew on the inside of your lip as you smirk, “You heard me.”

“Did I?” He gives you a wink before turning to the bartender, “Two shots of..” he looks at you and you smirk, “tequila.”

Zach’s eyes about pop out of his head before he looks back at the bartender, “Tequila.”

He nods and Zach looks back at you, “Why do I let you do that?” You smile, playing it off, “What ever do you mean, Zach?”

The bartender places the glasses down and you hand him your card, “You can leave it open.” He nods and walks away.

“You know how to do these right?” You tease and Zach licks his lips, “I think, you should show me first, I’ll buy you another one to take with me.”

“You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” You laugh and Zach watches as you lick the back of your hand slightly so the salt can stick to your skin.

“Kinda seems like you’re already there because you’re no longer the shy, quiet, tease. You’re just teasing me.”

“Shy.. quiet tease.. and now..” you look over at him, licking the salt off the back of your hand before you down the shot, a line wedge between your teeth quickly follows.

Zach stares at you and you smirk, “Did you catch that, or do you need to watch me do it again?”

“I picked up on it the first time, sweetheart.” He scoffs, biting down on his lip when you bring the back of his hand up to lick it before adding a dash of salt, “Your turn.”

He clenches his jaw from being slack, tilting his head as what you just did makes him want to take you home right now, “I see what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” You tilt your head and he smirks, “Living up to the nickname I gave you.” You watch as he licks the salt, knocks back the tequila, and finishes with a lime.

You bite down on your lip, “As soon as you take me home, I won’t have to be.” You stand up and Zach whines, “Wait, where are you going?”

You look at him, “Going to find the others.” You smooth your hands over your mini dress, “You coming?”

“You’re not going anywhere in here without me.” He stands up, hand immediately going to the small of your back. Zach doesn’t drink much, like at all, so he was classified as a major lightweight - he was feeling kinda good after that shot.

By the time you walked over to the other side of the bar, you see Tara’s eyes light up as she points, screaming, “No fuckin way! No fucking way!”

“What what what?” Jared asks and Tara laughs, “Did he do it?” You laugh, sitting down next to her as you nod, “Oh yeah, he did it.”

“Did what?” Jared asks, “What the fuck did Zach do now!?”

Zach whips his head over to Jared, “So I had one tequila shot, big whoop. Sue me.”

Jared eyes go wide and his mouth drops, “Tequila!? Oh my god. No you didn’t!”

You nod, “He sure did.”

“How did you get him to do that?” Alyssa asks and before you can answer, Zach cuts you off, “She batter her lashes at me and told me i was just soo hot to her.”

Your mouth drops open, “Thanks, Zach.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.” He smirks, giving you a wink and you smirk, looking away, “In my, defense. He could have always changed the order. Or said no, so.”

“Well, I guess we know who’s taking care of Zach.” Jared laughs and Tara leans in, “Fuckin’ get it girl. Hell yeah!”

You lean in, “Thank god for the liquid confidence boost.” She nods, “Totally get what you mean.” Zach leans over and looks between you and Tara, “I like secrets.”

“Yeah, and I bet you like y/n, too.” She laughs and he nods, “That’s only if she likes me back.” He says it like you’re not even there, making you laugh, “I need more to drink.”

——

An hour later, you’re on the dance floor, Zach holding your hips against him as you move to the beat of the music.

His grip tightens and you turn around, arms going around his neck. You look up at him, smiling as you see him smile.

His hands slide around to the small of your back, pulling you into him, “You ever pull an Irish goodbye?”

“A what?” You laugh and he slides his hand into yours, “I’ll show you.” He laughs and pulls you through the crowd, leading you outside and down the side walk.

You look back laughing harder as you lay your hand on the bed of his elbow, “So you just leave without saying bye?”

He nods, laughing, “Yes ma’am.”

You shake your head and giggle as he pulls you into him, taking a few steps forward with his arms around you. You smile, tilting your head as he kisses your neck, “You know..” he starts out, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Well, looks like you finally going to have me.” You say lowly, turning around to pull him with you as you walk backwards.

“You’re not just doing this because you’re drunk, right?” He asks, making you stop, “Do you really think I don’t like you?”

His eyes look from your eyes to your lips before you both lean in, having a heated, slightly drunken kiss in the middle of the city.

“Mkay. How far from the hotel are we?” Zach asks and you point across the street, “I don’t think we’re far at all.”

“Look at you navigating your way to pound town.”

You lose it, covering your mouth as you laugh loudly, “Zach! Theres people around.” You playfully smack his shoulder and he shrugs, “I feel bad for whoever on the other side of the hotel room.”

You smile, seeing the crosswalk turn green and Zach pulls you, running across the white striped walkway, laughing as he pulls you to him.

You were way more drunk than Zach was, he stopped after half of his third, he had you finish it.

You get in to the elevator and Zach pushes you up against the walls hands on your waist as his lips find yours.

Your hands go to his neck and you moan against his lips. He pushes his hips into yours, groaning as his cock rubbing up against you, “I need you.”

You nod, “P-please.”

The elevator dings and you’re being pulled into his hotel room not even thirty seconds later.

His lips find yours again as both of your hands travel each other’s bodies, unbuttoning buttons, unzipping zippers. You kick your heels off as you step out of your dress that’s pooled over them.

“You are literally so fucking sexy. C’mere.” He lifts you up, legs wrapping around his bare waist before he lays you down on the bed, hand going down to slip two fingers into you.

You gasp at the sudden feeling, back arching as you squeeze your walls around his fingers, “Fuck.” You breathe out, looking up at him.

His fingers slowly thrusts in and out of you a few times, curling upward which makes your roll your hips with a moan, “Fuck, Zach.. please.”

His lips find the skin on your neck, nipping and biting as he keeps working your cunt, gasping at husband thumb brushing over your clit every so often.

“I can already tell you’re going to feel so good around me.” He groans as you reach down, pumping his cock with your hand a few times, “Need you, baby.” You whimper, “P-please.”

“The begging, babe, fuck.” He kisses up to your ear, “makes me weak.”

He pulls his fingers out and you can feel his cock slowly taking their place. Your hands go to his shoulders, digging your nails in as you wrap your legs around his waist, “Oh my g-“

Your eyes roll back as he bottoms out, a gasp leaving your throat as you feel his hand slide up to squeeze your neck, “Feel so fucking good.”

His lips crash into hours, a heated make out underway as he slowly retracts his hips and slams into you. You moan into his mouth, nails dragging up and down his back as he brings you closer to climax.

“Fuuuck.” You whine loudly, walls clenching around him, “S-so close. So close.” You whimper out, laying your hand on his and squeezing.

He smirks, shaking his head as he squeezes harder, “You like that, hmm?” He gasps lowly in your ear, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

That’s all it took, Zach’s command had you squirming, in a good way, underneath him. His cock guides you through your high, moaning when your nails lightly drag over the scratches that are already there.

He moves his hand from your neck, using it to cup your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours, “Should have made you mine a long time ago.”

You nod quickly, squeezing his cock as you feel another orgasm coming on, “Fuck, flip flip please.”

Zach nods and rolls over, pulling you with so now you’re on top. He throws his head back, hands gripping your ass tight as you slam your hips down, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Gonna cum for me again, huh?” His one hand slides up your back, pulling you down to him. You whimper against his lips, “Y-yes.”

He thrusts his hips upward, not knowing that his own release was right around the corner, “Fuck I’m not-“ Zach groans, throwing his head back as you cum on his cock again, “That’s it, fuck.”

Zach groans, sliding a hand up to the side of your neck as you keep bouncing, “Where do you want me to cum?”

Also thanks to tequila, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You gasp out, one hand tangling into his hair as you cum with him this time.

He pushes your hips down, thrusting up into you as his cum floods into your satisfied cunt, “Fuck, fuck.” He groans, “shit.”

You let out a sigh, laying on his chest as it heaves you up and down, “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” You giggle looking up at him.

He shrugs, giving your forehead a kiss, “I genuinely didn’t think you actually liked me.” You laugh rolling off of him, “Well you can stop thinking that and come with me to get a shower.”

He up and walking over to you, “Marry me.”

“I’ll accept a blue raspberry ring pop and blue raspberry only.” You point to him and he raises his brows, “Noted.”

—

Your eyes opened, squinting at the sunlight peaking through the curtains. You slowly roll over, letting out a slow and quiet breath as you blinking a few times before staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

You were more or less convincing yourself not to heave up everything you consumed last night - which was a little bit over your limit.

You looked over at Zach, smiling slightly until you remembered what happened last night and just how many times.

Your body literally aches. You have a literal hangover from hell, and you needed to pee. You push yourself up slowly, grabbing his shirt from the floor before making your way to the bathroom.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out a sigh as you flick the lights on. Your all fall on the shower and what happened there, instantly replays in your head.

You let out a moan as he slips into you from behind, your pussy dripping from just a few minutes ago. You reach back, looking for his hand, his arm, something.

He pins your hand down to your lower back, leaning forwards as he pushes his cock all the way in, “You feel so fucking good.”

You moan out at his words, other hand sliding down the steam filled shower door, “Fuck, yes yes yes.” He sucks a mark into your skin, right where people could see if you moved your hair just right, “You’re talking me so good, baby.”

“Y/n?”

“Bathroom.” You call back out before finishing up. As you’re washing your hands, there’s a knock on the door and you look over as it opens, “Thought you left.”

You shake your head, drying your hands on the towel, “Pretty sure we’re a thing now right?” You glance over at him and smirk.

He smirks, nodding as he sees his shirt on your body, “Keep that. I like it better on you.” You look down, grabbing the hem of the shirt, “Are you sure?”

He nods, “Yes.”

You walk over, “Oo. My boyfriend’s first stolen clothing item. Oh, no wait..” Zach looks at you confused, and you smirk, “I have that black knit looking crew neck. It’s in my suitcase actually.”

“I’ve been loo-“ he scoffs with a smirk, “When, how, and why did you?”

“I was going to wear it to the podcast one of these days. See if you noticed.” You smile and he just shakes his head, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

He huffs, laughing as he pulls you in for a kiss, “So you are my girlfriend right?” You kiss him again, “Only if you’re my boyfriend?”

He smirks, nodding his head, “Yeah, I think I can do that.” He smiles up at you and you bite your lip, “How much time do we have before they’re banging on your door?”

“Our door, this is your room now, too, babe,” Zach corrects you and you smile, “Sorry, how long do-“

“I don’t care.” Zach says as he lifts you up, “They can wait.”

——

I really loved writing this for some reason, I have no idea, but let me know what you think! As always, thanks so much for reading! I love you all so much!

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[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

ok, i'm being so brave and making the rec post that i told anon i would do like three days ago.

the obligatory caveats. this is not comprehensive—i haven't read all the fic in this fandom, and i've barely looked at anything not in english. my reading habits are pretty broad—i'll read almost any pairing, and am generally willing to suspend my disbelief to do so. i am not usually an au person, though this fandom is doing its absolute damndest to prove me wrong on that point.

also i have…more…fics that i felt i should rec somewhere, so probably this is rec post one, but ten felt like enough and also saying things in public where people can hear me is, it turns out, absolutely excruciating. please no one be mean to me about this post, especially if you wrote one of these fics, because if you are i will simply fill my pockets with rocks and take to the sea, ok? ok.

excited to find out what i manage to do that ruins the formatting, links the wrong fics and/or people, or otherwise breaks things in this post. please tell me if i've fucked up, or if your fic is on this list and you would rather i keep your name out of my mouth, or whatever.

first, a very special mention to the mlc reference guide by @yletylyf. this is such an incredibly comprehensive and generous resource. you want a timeline for this show that does an incredibly poor job of maintaining its own timeline? it's here. you want episode summaries? they're here. you want all the people and places? they're here. if you're writing fic, you want this guide, because it's so much easier and faster than scanning episodes or subs files to figure out the name of one specific guy or whatever. it also means that at least occasionally you work on the thing rather than accidentally rewatching the same scene five times, or hypothetically watching two to four episodes without even really thinking about what you're doing. the reference guide is the unsung mvp of fandom.

beyond porch and portal, difanghua, teen, by willowdream. this is the vampire au that i didn't know i wanted? the author posted it and their note was like 'i'm trying to be the change i want to see in the world,' and i was like ok sure, i'm not really convinced that the change i need is vampire aus, but i'll give it a go, and then i did and was like, oh shit, i'm eating fucking glass about this vampire au, i'm chewing on my own fucking fingers, i'm so fucking normal about this, i need another hundred thousand words of this and also seventeen more vampire aus in my inbox by monday morning. i literally finished reading it and scrolled right back to the top to read it again. i have no idea why this fic hits so hard, but it took me out at the knees. the voices are perfect. something about it is just impossibly compelling.

不安的遠離，再无歸期 | restless distance, without return, fang duobing/qiao wanmian, mature and teen, by @difeisheng. this is technically two fics but they're short and you should read both of them because they're such a brutal, perfect encapsulation of grief, and a really beautiful acknowledgement of the ways that fang duobing and qiao wanmian can be read as reflections of each other, separated by a decade, and it just fucking guts me. i dunno. it's about the grief! it's about the yearning! it's about someone who understands parts of you that you wish didn't exist! i think i've reread this like once a week for the last six weeks and i feel like it gets overlooked because it's not A Ship but like. it could be. it should be.

dance the silence down, fanghua and feihua, explicit, by @momosandlemonsoda. this fic. ugh. ok. i'm breaking my own rules. i had two when i started writing this post: no works in progress, and no reccing things that i haven't left a comment on, like a goddamn grownup. this one fic is breaking both of those rules and i feel bad about it and will hopefully spend like, all day tomorrow just commenting on every chapter or something, but i have to do this. this fic is so good. this fic ruins me. this fic is 63k, still a work in progress, and also if i were losing the whole internet tomorrow and i got to keep one fic in all the world and it was the only fic i could have for the rest of time, it might have to be this one, even as a work in progress. i ignored this fic for so long—by which i mean probably two of the four months since i first watched mysterious lotus casebook—because i was like, i don't like aus, and i especially don't like rock star aus. (or sex work aus, and you're never gonna fucking believe what else this author is writing and what else i absolutely cannot get enough of—this is a sneaky bonus rec for all i wanna do is wrong, another fic that i feel so so so normal about!) but then i was like okkkkkkk but. maybe i'll try it. people seem to be nuts for it. and then i read it and i was like OH HOLY SHIT PEOPLE ARE FULLY CORRECT TO BE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED ABOUT THIS and normally, honestly, i wouldn't bother posting a rec like this because it's like 'oh haha have you read the five most popular fics in this fandom?' and it feels so redundant, but i know for a fact that a friend of mine who finished watching the show yesterday is reading this post, and even if everyone else has read it, she has not! anyhow as a former music person and a former diner cook, this fic like. i don't know. i feel like it broke me but also fixed me? i literally criticise writing professionally and every time i try to talk about this fic i find myself speechless because it's so perfect to me. i am deeply unwell about this fic. every time a new chapter comes out i sit down and read the whole thing again, yes, all sixty-thousand-plus words of it. some nights you go to bed and you're like 'what's the fucking point?' and then you're like 'no wait, there will eventually be more of dance the silence down,' and somehow that makes things suck a tiny bit less. my wife has made me take out like six sentences from this rec because they're too intense and too weird about it but i need you to understand: you have to read this fic.

in this dream, there is a lover to share this life with, fanghua, g, by @lianhuajing. alternative ending for the end of episode 27, in which li lianhua—precious man who has yet to discover a hill he's not willing to die on—apologises to fang duobing the only way he knows how, and it's wildly upsetting for everyone (but it's ok and it doesn't end miserably, no one panic). this is a delightfully angsty treat, and i love how conflicted fang duobing is in it—i feel like it's not something that i've seen explored a lot, but this poor boy really fuckin goes through it—his best friend and his childhood idol are the same person but are lying to him about it, and his dad's not actually his father and has been lying to him about it, and his best friend/childhood idol may have killed his father, and—yeah, is lying to him about it. like? someone give this poor man a hug and a cup of tea and a snack and a blankie. i love that we get to see some of his internal conflict in this.

quintessence of dust, feihua, teen, by justthereforit. this plays with one of my very most favourite tropes in the world, which is the one where the heart is a physical object and a physical form of trust and control and surrender and—like. this is so good. it's set in episode 13, which is, for me, one of the absolute peak angst points, and it absolutely nails it. di feisheng who's upset and vulnerable and frustrated and angry, li lianhua who knows he's going to die and can't bear the thought that he's going to take anyone else down with him, and they're both just so fucked up. chef kiss. i love it when everyone is emotionally wrecked and continually like 'ok no, i can take one more knife in my soul to protect someone else', and this absolutely delivers on that.

under moonlight, we change our futures yet again, feihua, explicit, by @thesilversun. the wedding room! obviously we have to have a wedding room fic, right? i'm not going to lie: i'm willing to suspend a lot of disbelief for wedding room fics, but in this one, it's actually a wonderfully, horrifyingly plausible setup. it walks a really fine line of keeping people in character, and acknowledging the inherent horror and seriousness of the situation, and also providing some desperately hot sex, and also managing to get the emotional beats of it, too. it has a sequel, which imo really has to be read as the conclusion to this fic, and it's just as good. it's possible that some of what i'm saying here is 'i love vulnerable-inside crusty-outside di feisheng' but like. i do. i love it so much.

what's sealed away, feihua, teen, by @bbcphile. AMNESIA FIC yessssss, a-fei my beloved, fics that handle brain damage/memory issues/amnesia well my beloveddddd. i love the a-fei arc, but i also have had a number of brain injuries and some other stuff that means that my own memory is…not so great, so i sometimes really struggle with how often amnesia in fiction is played off either as nothing to worry about or as a funny thing where everyone's in on the joke except the person who has amnesia. this fic is a great and sometimes very visceral exploration of a horrifying experience, and a really fantastic study of a-fei/di feisheng as a character, as well as the relationship that he has with li lianhua. a-fei trying to balance the trust he has in the sense memory of his body with his understanding of his relationship with li lianhua with li lianhua's reaction to—everything, really—is really well done and wonderful/terrible to read.

我只愿面朝大海 | i wish only to face the sea, g, by foreverstudent. ok so you wanna fuck yourself up some more? go read this. this is canon divergence from episode 39, and fang duobing has learned too well the lessons he's been taught, and sees the shape of things before li lianhua ever touches the wangchuan flower—so he sets about making sure that he won't be able to throw it away. this is agonising and gorgeous and maintains the canon relationships while developing the narrative differently. i wept literal tears. i was like 'ok that's it the worst part is over!' and then i remembered that there was another part coming and then i started crying. anyhow, it is—as ever, with me—about the devotion.

我住長江頭, 君住長江尾 -- i live upstream, you live downstream, fanghua, teen, by @rimbaudofficial. ok so this is Not a fic that i should like, because i am a massive academic failure and despite being in my forties have regular nightmares about having to re-engage with academia for like. any reason. HOWEVER. as noted, i read indiscriminately, even when i'm like 'reading this is a terrible idea and will be upsetting for me personally!', so i was like 'well, how bad of an idea can it possibly be?' and then instead! it was. incredibly charming? it was so fucking cute? the fang duobing characterisation in this is somehow just perfect to me—he's simultaneously confident and vulnerable, and also just so deeply committed to the weird clueless guy who he's decided is meant for him. di feisheng and li lianhua have a perfect weird-bros friendship. i would read another ten chapters of this and i would love it.

[kerubimcrepin]

Dofus: The Production - reviewing the artbook

This post won't go too deep in detail, it's just my commentary on the artbook — but the next (or, well, one after the next), post will be me doing some actual research outside of it. I recommend you to buy the artbook, and go see its contents for yourself, if you're curious about it. (or download it. It's been scanned to hell and back...)

God, this makes me deranged and insane. Even being baby does not stop Kerubim from loving Joris's jokes... I'm insane...

This part of the artbook has always scared me because like... Does he kill people in Dofus 2, Tot?. Does he.?

Epic events is a funny way to refer to this movie's unending barrage of traumatic events, but man, we were kinda robbed of cool draconic winged Joris. That's sad.

I won't include too much art from the artbook if I can help it, but I wanted to report that this is a very good art and theres a lot of love and um and they love each other and um and [CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG… MY LEG…’

I wish I knew what the fuck Tot meant by this. However, knowing that Pupuce is Kerubim's pet, who just liked her owner's kid more than her owner, has fueled some of my headcanons for years and years:

This version of his armour matches the one we could see in the Dofus Manga. :)

I find it quite fascinating that at one point, it was considered for Julith to be an osamodas huppermage, considering it was theorized for some time that Joris might be an osamodas.

I wouldn't call her a tender mother, but eh. She's more of a... "very loving yet despaired mother who doesn't even know her son" mother. A "wants to get back the past which will never return to the point of putting her son into the torture nexus" mother. A "has love in her that is so mentally disturbed" mother. AND I LOVE HER FOR IT!!

I know that her being an alcoholic is a retcon that Dessous did, but its such a good one. I think it's a good show of her decade of slow slippage of sanity. Comic retcons win over Tot's ideas for all Joris-related media once again.

This post was made by "I love Kerubim's dead family from Dofus Heroes Kerubim and Bakara Alcoholism Lore from Dessous de Dofus" gang.

These two huppermages from the movie's concept art were reused in season 4 of Wakfu. Though it would be easier to say what in season 4 of Wakfu isn't reused stuff considering the "shoestring and a piece of chewed gum" budget it was made on...

God, him petting a pupuce is the most important part of the artbook, save for perhaps...

THE KHAN & THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT & JORIS UNDERAGE DRINKING SCENE

The fact that this was cut is the biggest personal tragedy of my entire life, and I am NOT joking.

Apparently, in this tavern, we were supposed to learn more of his backstory, — like how his father was a gobbowler, but sadly (or happily, if you really hate Khan) it was cut.

But listen. Khan would go to some sexworkers to stare at them and do nothing. He's that much of a loser. He would take a 10yo as his drinking buddy.

This is where my headcanon that he buys Joris booze post-movie comes from, btw.

Compared to the movie's exaggerated visions of Kerubim crying, these images feel like something Joris would remember seeing in real life, something he'd want to avoid.

It feels more real, than just his panicked visions.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 29

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Lloyd struts ahead of you as the porter leaves the bag by the door and leaves. You glance around as he takes a chocolate dipped strawberry from the platter waiting in expectation of your arrival. He really planned this out. 

You take in every inch, the curved pink chaise and leather sofa, a long glass bar stocked with every bottle you could think of. And a golden rack filled with clothes hung in a spectrum of colours. Dress, lingerie, and more.

“So,” he speaks through a mouthful, juice dribbling from the corner of his lips, “what do you think, honey bun?”

You fold your arms, “what am I supposed to think?”

“Preferably, about me. Rabid dreams of fucking me into the sunset.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes as you tiptoe further inside, “you have to know I have no idea what the fuck you’re up to.”

“And you don’t need to know,” he disposes the stem and takes another berry, this one dipped in white chocolate, “come on, baby cakes,” he nears and offers the dessert, “enjoy it while it lasts.”

You narrow your eyes as he brings the strawberry to your lips and prods with the tip. You swallow and open your mouth, taking a luscious bite as he watches. You could shudder at the intensity in his eyes. He’s a nasty piece of work.

“Mmm,” he considers you as you chew and he nibbles at the rest of the berry, “I know you got some hangups about the whole… husband thing. Maybe I can do it right–”

“Lloyd, I’m not falling for it. What are you trying to do–”

“Look, I know things got out of hand last night, but I think we get along well–”

You scoff and nearly choke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you shake your head. “Get along? Come on. Last night– Every day before– I know what you’re doing. You’re fucking with me. What do you want? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. Daddy, what hole?”

His smirk straightens and his eyes list away from you in irritation, “don’t.”

“I’m only playing by your rules.”

“My rules,” he insists as he looks at you again, “that’s right. So… maybe I’m changing them.”

You know he wants a reaction. You’re about to give it to him. He wants to play married couple? Now? After he demeaned you? After he humiliated you? Tried to push another woman in your face? Cut you? You just don’t get it.

You expected him to bend you over, to call you names, to slap you around. You didn’t expect this. He’s definitely screwing with your head. No, it’s not happening. Get through, go back and meet Colin, and leave.

“Alright, new rules,” you throw your hands up, “what now? I doubt it’s that different,” you pace around, “wanna fuck on this couch? Maybe against the window? Oh, is there a hot tub–”

“Baby, let’s not rush this,” he points at you, “I wanna have some fun. Some real fun.”

“Your type of fun.”

“Everyone’s type of fun,” he crosses the room and slips behind the bar. He takes out a square bottle of golden tequila and turns to pick out two shot glasses, “how about a game?”

You say nothing. Alcohol seems enticing but dangerous given the situation. Saying no just as much. 

“Okay, a game?”

“Never have I ever? Everyone knows that game.”

“Yeah, college girls.”

“Hm, you went to college, didn’t you? Community college… Fairview?”

You stiffen. How much does he know about you? Your ears prick with caution and you take a seat slowly. You don’t have much of a choice.

“That’s the one,” you confirm, “and you? If I had to guess…” you scrunch your lips, “Harvard.”

“Good guess,” he praises patronizingly.

“You reek of it.”

He grins proudly as he sits next to you and sets out the glasses. He pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours steadily. You can only watch the golden nectar touch the brim.

“You first,” he hands you one.

You huff and wobble your head indecisively. You were never very good at this. “Never have I ever… got in a fight.”

He tuts and downs the tequila, “too easy.”

You shrug and wait. He looks at the glass in your hand, “you never…”

“I asked, I don’t gotta drink.”

“Well, have you–”

“Not how it works,” you deflect smoothly, “your turn.”

“Hmm, never have I ever… kissed a woman.”

You arch a brow and drink. He tilts his head coyly as he stares intently. He hums. “Naughty girl.”

“She was probably the best kisser I knew.”

“Best?” He prods.

“Alright, uh,” he refills your glass as you conjure another question, “never have I ever skinny dipped.”

Again, he empties his shot. His throat ticks as he swallows, the high volume straining in his cheeks.

“No lime?” You wonder, “seems like we’re gonna go through this a bit fast.”

“Lime’s for pussies,” he sniffs, “never have I ever had a one night stand.”

You drink and right the glass, “do I drink for the number of times,” you kid.

He chuckles, “oh, you’re getting cocky.”

“I’m trying not to think.”

“You do that a bit too much,” he comments and reaches for the bottle.

“Never have I ever,” your vision blears slightly and you feel the percentage start to kick in, “been pegged.”

Lloyd puts the bottle down heavily. He seems put off by the absurd declaration. He looks at his glass and lifts it slowly, then stops and lowers it again. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Drink.”

“Fuck,” you toss back the tequila and he’s swift to top you up.

“Never have I ever… worn vibrating panties.”

You bite your cheek and wait for him to finish pouring. You drain the shot.

“Okay, I need the story,” he prompts.

“No way.”

“We should get a pair.”

“We?”

He pushes his shoulders back, “yeah, we. Mrs. Hansen. Go.”

He fills your glass again and you suck in your lip. You’re really feeling it now. You’re dizzy and bit sluggish as you focus on holding the shot steady.

“Hmmm, okay,” you inhale. No, that makes it worse. “Never have I everrrr….” you drag out the words with your thought, “been with two partners at once.”

He swigs and lets out a hiss as the alcohol constricts his throat. You smile triumphantly. You can even it out if he says something stupid enough.

“Never have I ever,” he begins, “tasted my own cum.”

You clamp your lips together and sigh. You drink. His eyes round and he nearly spills his own drink.

“Well, well, looks like I’m not the one who corrupted you,” he taunts.

“You must be disappointed,” you hold back a hiccup and put the glass on the low table, “alright, I need some water. Maybe a break.”

“Ah, not so fast,” he stops you from standing as he catches your hip and nudges you back down, “are you… tipsy?”

“Lloyd,” you wave him away, “stop.”

“Not so fun, is it?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, you think if I tell you to shave your eyebrows, you’ll do it.”

“You did that yourself,” you chide, “don’t even–”

You touch your forehead and breathe.

“Don’t worry, we can still have fun,” he grabs the back of your head and raises his glass, “just a little more and I think we’ll have loads.”

“Ll–” he pours the tequila into your mouth and you sputter, choking it down as he holds you in place. You hit his hand and the glass falls to the floor as you flail, “Jeez–”

“Come on, baby, you got me worked up on the plane,” he shoves his hand up your skirt, “better finish what you started.”

“Fucker,” you slur, “I knew–”

“What did you know?” He leans into you, laying you down on the couch, “that I can’t wait to eat your pussy raw? Or that I’m gonna blow your back out.”

[courtingchaos]

2pm on a Sunday

Pairing: Professor Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s a little slice of life, 2pm on a Sunday afternoon.

A/N: I’m always thinking about Professor Munson. This is just a little fluffy kind of blurb. A little dirty at the beginning but I wasn’t in the mood to write smut! That’s next time babes.

Warnings: sex, language, weed smoking NSFW 18+ no minors

2pm on Sundays are Eddie’s time.

He’ll have spent the morning trying to wake you up first because the rule was whoever woke up first made coffee first and he wasn’t getting out of bed first on a Sunday.

You never get out of bed first.

His plan will inevitably backfire and before he knows it, 10 am is rolling by and he is yet again trapped between your thighs. Your fingers buried deep in his hair making him moan against you, his own fingers buried deep in your pussy, pulling out whines and making you wiggle under him. It’s Sunday and there’s no rush. He takes his time running his tongue over and over your clit, the needy sound in your throat droning on while he keeps his steady pace.

“Ed…”

“Hmm?” He hums and locks his lips around you.

“You gonna pick up the pace or what?”

“Oh I’m sorry.” He lifts his head to look up at you. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

You’re giggly and a little sleepy still, grinning down at him. He can’t help but grin back when you smooth one hand over his frizzed curls.

“No but I thought you wanted coffee.”

He lays his cheek on your inner thigh but keeps his fingers rubbing lazily inside. Your eyes roll back and fingers grip again against his scalp, his name dripping from your lips. Normally he’d crawl up the bed now and pull your knees up around his ribs and really make you late for whatever errands you had.

But he did actually really want that coffee.

So he stays put. Moves his hand faster and pins your hips down and keeps his tongue moving until you’re sighing into the quiet room, pliant in his hands. He moves your legs off his back and you slide over to his side of the bed to cuddle up to his pillow. Another contented sigh while he’s grabbing his robe and before he leaves the room you mumble something at him, face still shoved in the pillow.

“What was that?” He leans down on the bed, one hand on the pillow to pull it back so he can see your one eye looking up at him.

“I said I wanted extra sugar in mine.”

He makes kissy noises at you and tries to land one on your lips. “Oh baby, I’m all the sugar you need.”

So yeah, 2pm. Sundays. It’s his time. You’re usually gone off to do whatever it is you haven’t don’t yet this week and Eddie is firmly planted in the kitchen, working on his good afternoon high. If you’re not involved he’s just rolling a joint or packing the little glass bowl on his pipe. You’re the more epicurean of the two of you so you’ve got brownies and cookies and fucking candy that he still isn’t used to yet. 2pm on Sundays is Eddie’s ‘me time’, his little smoke session and todays tag along treat are the left over biscuits you’d made for breakfast the day before. He’s leaning on the kitchen island, joint tucked firmly between his lips, arms crossed over his flannel robe, watching the plate turn in the microwave. 30 seconds and he can put the tub of frosting in there and he’s already dipped into the strawberry preserves he’s going to use.

He’s got a good buzz going, the speakers in the kitchen on low while he assembles his snack. He can hear you shuffling around upstairs still. When he’d finally brought up your coffee you’d been in the shower and he hadn’t heard a peep from you yet. Now though he can hear the squeak of your shoes on the wood floor, the jingling of metal and your humming along with his music. He’s on the other side of the island now so he can see you come down the stairs and so he can sit at the barstool and stuff his face with breakfast delicacies.

When you swan down off the stairs he lets out a dry laugh, still trying to chew the mouthful he’d shoved in there. “Where are you going?” He sounds a little accusatory and it makes you whip your head around to give him a confused look.

“Excuse me?”

“I said,” he swallows finally, “Where are you going? Dressed like that.”

“Like what?” You’re actually confused. You look down at your plain cropped top and high waisted work pants, pointless chain hanging from your belt loops. “Are you mad you can see skin, dad?” You ask sarcastically, giving him a sharp raised brow.

“Nope, don’t do that. I know what you’re doing.” He’s still seated but is pointing a lazy finger at you accusingly. “That’s girl bait.” He snaps his fingers down at your feet. You did cuff these pants, and you do have fun socks on today and yeah sure those are your slip on vans.

“Girl bait?” You know you’ve been caught but you also know he’s high, plate of biscuits and frosting all the evidence you need.

“You know exactly what I mean. Who is she?” He’s not mad, in fact he’s smirking at you while he’s got strawberry stuck to his chin.

“God you’re a fucking mess.” You laugh and move into the kitchen so you can steal a bite and wipe the preserve off his chin with your thumb.

“You gonna answer me? Who’s this secret girlfriend huh? She give better head than me?”

“Oh my god, if I had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be a secret. And you know how good you are at that don’t even try me.”

“Okay well what’s with the cuffed dickies then?” He takes a pull from his joint and sets it back down in the ashtray, makes sure to blow the smoke away from you while handing you another piece of sticky biscuit.

“Okay. Fine. I’m going to get a coffee and there’s a new barista. I want her to think I’m cool, okay?” You can’t help the heat creeping up your neck with the way Eddie is leering at you now, stupid little smirk growing wider with the passing seconds.

“Trading me in for a younger model, I get it.” He knows that’s not true, but he’s gonna tease you about it anyways. “You want her to think you’re cool? Just tell her about the brownstone you live in.”

“No, she’ll think I’m a yuppie.”

“Well…” Eddie trails off, flashes a big frown at you and raises his eyes. “Sorry love, you might be now.”

You push his shoulder and he acts like you’ve mortally wounded him, laying back across the other barstools dramatically. His glasses that had been perched on top of his head clatter to the ground and he looks around for the noise.

“Oh that’s where those were.” He’d be lost without you, you know this. You laugh at him again and lean over to grab his glasses and he takes the opportunity to slap your ass with a giggle. When you stand up you fling his glasses into the living room.

“Have fun finding those, pointdexter.”

He’s still laying down awkwardly across the barstools, trying to blindly find the ashtray on the countertop, grinning up at you. You drag it closer and pick the joint up for him.

“Thank you baby.”

You hum and lean down to give him a kiss. “I’ll be back soon. You need anything?”

“Just don’t let your new girl get you home too late.”

Later, when the sun is starting to set, casting the kitchen in deep orange, you come home to relative quiet. There’s two stubbed out roaches in the ashtray and you can hear the murmur of life upstairs that you follow. You’re about to push through the half open door of Eddie’s office when you notice Steve’s voice and the light strum of his acoustic. Their laughs twine together while Steve talks about their friend Dustin and his kids having set something on fire again. You sneak a hand into the room enough to set his iced chai on the table just inside.

You’re making dinner when he finally comes down, ice clacking in the plastic cup. He comes right up behind you to drop his nose into the back of your neck, arms circling around your waist. He’s warm against your back and cuddly so he’s still sitting in the twilight of that high he’d been so diligently working on earlier.

“You okay?” You ask over your shoulder and he hooks his chin there to give you a kiss. He taste like good weed and the chai he finished.

“Yeah just tired. Hungry.” His stomach growls and you chuckle.

“Go sit down, foods almost ready.” He just grumbles and nuzzles back into your neck. He stays like that till you have to move from the stove, swaying both of you to the music in his head.

“Oh, we’re having dinner with Steve next weekend.”

“We are?”

“Yeah, I meant to text you earlier.”

“Is it fancy?”

“It’s Steve. So yeah.”

You roll your eyes and hand Eddie his plate and point at the island. “Sit.” He sticks his tongue out but complies. Always listens to you.

“Do I need to get something new for this?”

“Mmm, we could go get you something.” Eddie’s watching you over his fork, letting the steaming noddles cool.

“Are you buying me something pretty?”

“Something like that. How do you feel about purple?”

“Purple what?” Something’s up. Eddie can’t hide an emotion when he’s high and he’s high and tired so the look on his face is a mix between salacious and hopeful.

“Uh, anything?”

“Why purple Eddie.” It’s not a question. You stand on the other side of the island and stare at him and grin like an idiot. He just shrugs his shoulders and gives you a dubious look.

“Steve likes purple.”

(Sacrifice for the readmore)

[ceilingfan5]

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??"

“So you’re not like, a cop? You gotta tell me, you know, legally you gotta tell me, if you’re a fuckin’ cop, my man.” Taako folds his arms, his shirt with the piñata fringe making this look a lot less serious than he intended. 

“I swear to you, I am not a cop,” Detective Kravitz says. “See, it says so, on my business card.” He hands Taako a business card with shiny red lettering on matte black, KRAVITZ. Private Detective for Hire. Not a cop. 

Taako flips it over. On the back is a glossy magnifying glass, highlighting his phone number. Taako snickers and pockets it. He tugs his holographic cargo skirt back up and squints at Kravitz. Kravitz poses awkwardly, trying to look serious, but not too serious, but not too unprofessional. Dork. Taako wants to eat him.

“Yeah, okay. You’re too stylish to be a cop.”

Kravitz beams, which makes Taako feel really warm suddenly. He shouldn’t be blushing. He kind of forgot he still could. 

“Anyway, I was wondering if you had any-”

“Hot clues, Scooby-doo?” Taako teases. He hops up to sit on the counter and surveys his thrift store kingdom. He crosses his legs, and watches Kravitz catch an enticing flash as he kicks his legs up. That’s right, dork, look. Look allll you want. 

“Ah, I was going to say insight, any insight into the murders committed outside your loading dock last night?”

“Aw shit, there were murders? I’m gonna barf.” Taako tries really hard to look distressed. This is sort of difficult, because he was the one who sort of exsanguinated those assholes. And they didn’t even taste that good. 

“I,” Kravitz blinks, taking out a notebook, and pulling a sleek black pen from behind his ear. God, this idiot is cute. It isn’t fair. “I was under the impression you were the one who called it in?”

“Um, nah,” Was he? Fuck. No, no, uh, he made someone else do it. Who was working this morning. “I think Magnus found ‘em, he was pretty shocked.” 

“Oh, sorry, I thought-” Kravitz scrawls something on his dumb little notebook. “Remind me your name, then, if you don’t mind?”

“Taako,” Taako says, instantly regretting not choosing an alias. He is sort of wearing a nametag, though. Not that he has to cooperate with this investigation. “Do we really have to talk about this? I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Taako, but I’m trying to solve this murder.” 

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it?" 

“Well,” Kravitz puts down his notebook, pausing. He chews something over in his head. “I don’t want to say anything untoward about the police, but,” and then he looks at Taako pointedly, and Taako snorts. 

“Yeah, I mean, you’re right, but weren’t they like. Trying to break into the place? They-” Whoops, don’t incriminate your own dumb vampire ass! “Magnus said they had guns?” 

“Good to know,” Kravitz says, pointedly writing something else down. Taako sweats. He smells really good. Like, really good. Why the fuck does he have to be playing Inspector Gadget? Can’t he come keep Taako warm at night instead? 

“Anyway, I gotta put out some more inventory. Treasure Adventure isn’t gonna thrift itself.” And he hops off the counter. Kravitz looks at him, mouth a funny line. 

“Taako, are board games with missing pieces and bead purses from 2005 more important than lives, snuffed out, by some kind of murderer?” 

“Lot of other kinds of people snuffing out lives these days?” Taako snaps. “You wanna say monsters or dickheads next?” 

“Taako, is there anything you want to elaborate on?”

“No, I don’t think there is,” Taako says firmly. “Maybe I’m just feeling unsafe in my workplace, asshole, you ever think of that? It’s terrifying to- be- here! I gotta keep selling garbage? For minimum wage? Where something like that happened! What if those guys were coming to stick the place up and I was the one that got murdered, would you be as persistent about that case, Columbo?” 

“Yes,” Kravitz says, eyes wide. His heart is pounding more about the awkward situation than it was about the dead bodies. He has a little arrhythmia. It’s kind of cute. “Of course I would.”

Taako throws his hands in the air and exclaims wordlessly, and marches off, which is the only way he saw out of the conversation. Kravitz, to his credit, stands there looking sweaty, and then goes to bother another employee instead. 

Taako hides in the breakroom and pretends he doesn’t feel weird about it. He pretends he doesn’t care about it at all. 

Funny, how things might have been different if someone had cared to look into what happened when he died. 

But he doesn’t want to think about that. He wants to think about seducing that trenchcoat-wearing loser away from the lawful side. Yeah, that’s it. For sure.

[harrywavycurly]

You’ve always been one of my fave writers, and I just have to know—in the “It was just one night” series we know Eddie keeps getting jealous of Steve—is that because it’s Steve? Or would he feel that way with anyone flirting with us?Especially in the early stages of pregnancy when it’s not too noticeable yet.

Hiiii babes!! Awe you’re so sweet😭 so in this series it doesn’t matter who it is flirting with you especially in the early stages, Eddie doesn’t like it😂 in his mind it’s because he doesn’t want random people around his baby even though it’s not born yet🙈 but I’ll happily give you some examples of how he handles other dudes flirting with you!💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie is over seeing guys flirt with you while you’re about ten seconds away from punching him in the face*

“You have really pretty eyes.” “Thank you…so what movie did you need tickets for?” “Whatever movie you want to watch with me sweetheart.” “Dude..word of advice…she snores and chews with her mouth open…she’s like a damn pig at the water trough.” “Uh…you know what? I think I’m good on a movie right uhm…now.” “Eddie what the actual fuck?” “What? I just did you both a favor.” “How the hell was telling him I snore and eat like a pig at a trough doing me a favor?” “Because you’re pregnant and he never stood a chance.” “He stood a chance…he was cute.” “Okay but you’re still pregnant with my child and I don’t want my baby around that douche.” “You’re so annoying…what are you even doing here?” “It’s your lunch break…so I brought you some food.” “Oh…thanks.”

“Hey you know her?” “Huh? Who?” “That girl that’s with that kid at the pac man machine.” “Oh yeah I know her…I heard she just got out of prison.” “Prison? What…for? She looks so….” “Normal? Yeah that’s how she gets you…she lures you in with her looks and normalcy and then next thing you know you’re talking the last nap of your life and all your money is gone.” “Holy shit…” “yeah…wanna meet her? I’ll call her over here if you want?” “No no I’m uhm…I’m good.” “Whatever you say man…have a good night.” “Who was that you were talking to? He was looking at me like I was…crazy.” “Oh him? No clue don’t know him….here’s your water and Dustin you get three more quarters then we are out of here.” “I don’t like water…” “and I don’t care…now drink it.”

“Edward Munson I’m about to kick your fucking ass.” “Uh…why?” “You told Rick I was a high profile escort?” “Did I?…hmm don’t remember telling him that…I thought I told him you were a recovering kleptomaniac.” “What is wrong with you? Why are you running around Hawkins telling every dude in the city limits horrible lies about me?” “Uhm let’s be so fucking real with ourselves sweetheart you have a stealing problem so…that’s not a lie.” “I stole a shot glass from the hideout because I didn’t realize I still had it in my hand when you walked me out to your van…” “ah so you also have a drinking problem?” “I’m going to kill you one day…I just know it.” “Besides you don’t need all these gross dudes hitting on you…while you’re in this..condition.” “This condition? You mean knocked up with your baby?” “Yes…that’s exactly what I mean.” “News flash Edward I am just carrying your baby…we aren’t together so I can flirt and be flirted with by anyone I want okay?” “No…not okay…i don’t want my baby to listen to you flirt or be flirted with by a bunch of assholes.” “Why? It already listens to you talk…might as well add some variety in the voices of assholes it has to listen to.” “You wound me…now go drink some water and have a snack.” “Don’t tell me what to do jackass…” “yup that’s the mother of my child right there…the picture of niceness.”

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 22 -> CH 23

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TW: Mutual Masturbation, Fingering, Jerking Off

Jack had gone home and practically paced waiting for Y/n to call. He knew she wasn't coming around until later but he was excited to spend time with her. He watched the clock and tried to work on a few pages to pass the time but once he heard the knock at the front door, he practically broke his foot trying to run down the steps.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come straight over in my scrubs." Y/n let herself in and looked freshly showered but exhausted.

"That's fine, we can play it low key tonight and actually go out when you get a day off." Jack smiled gesturing towards the living room. She plopped down on one side of the couch and Jack followed suit on the opposite end. He had already ordered food and told her to get comfortable. She noticed he had his laptop sitting on the coffee table and gestured towards it.

"How's the writing going?" She asked kicking her shoes off so she could rest her feet on the couch next to Jack's leg.

"It's going pretty well, I had to keep myself busy today so I got a few pages written." Jack confessed making Y/n smile.

"Can I read some of it?" She asked carefully. Jack hesitated for a moment before passing her the laptop. He watched her read the pages, taking a mental note of her eyes scanning the words and chewing on her lip.

"Jack...this is really good. I mean it's dark as hell and I know it's supposed to be about your life but it's really good." Y/n looked up from the laptop and Jack's eyebrows went up.

"You think so? I mean it's a first draft but-" Y/n leaned the screen down to look at Jack.

"Shut up and take the compliment." She moved to sit next to him and scrolled through his pages to point things out

"I love how the story teller is framing these events in his life as small signs of what's to come. As if his path was predetermined by the actions of his father, an avalanche of tragedy." Jack just stared at her in amazement. He moved towards her to kiss her but the sound of the doorbell stopped him. Y/n laughed realizing he was going to kiss her.

"Should have ordered the food a little sooner." She smirked. He pushed up from the couch and grabbed the food. They fell into comfortable conversation about random things from the book to the chaos his appearance at her work caused. Jack had no regrets and was glad that there were people who kept her mind on him throughout the day.

"You're such a cocky punk. You knew my boss was going to eat you up with a spoon." Y/n shoved Jack with her foot and he caught it with his hands.

"How could I possibly know your boss was an older woman? I just do really well with older women." Jack bragged rubbing her feet. He could see that it was providing relief and kept massaging her foot.

"Now you're just distracting me with a nice...foot massage. Fuck your hands are strong." She hissed.

"Am I hurting you?" He stopped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No it feels great, don't stop." Jack laughed continuing to rub her feet.

"This is not what I thought I would be doing for you to say that." Jack teased. Y/n let out a laugh and rested her head on the back of the couch to look at him.

"Yeah? I take it the new meds are treating you well?" Y/n asked making Jack nod.

"I haven't started them yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off now if I change them now." Jack explained and Y/n shook her head.

"I can always take my shirt off if you're feeling repressed. Don't sacrifice your sanity and sleep for an orgasm, Jack." She sat up on her elbows and he laughed.

"Honestly I'm not even sure it would work if I tried to fuck anyone. For now, it works for me exclusively." Jack felt comfortable talking to Y/n about these sorts of things. He didn't know if it was because he was attracted to her or if it was because they had talked openly about the medications.

"Well then lets test it out." Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Jack stopped rubbing her feet, allowing her to pull her legs back towards herself so she could unbutton her jeans and slid them just below her ass.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Y/n asked partially exposed. Jack could feel his dick stiffen and he shook his head, unbuttoning his jeans and show her the tent that was in his boxers.

"Not anymore." He said rubbing his cock on top of the fabric.

"You might want to take your shirt off...in the event you cum, I'd hate for you to stain one of your emo shirts." Y/n teased putting her fingers in her mouth. Jack can see her pussy as she pushes her panties to the side to finger herself. One hand pinched her nipples as she continued to play with her clit. He was so hard now, all he could do was stroke himself. Watching Y/n's fingers move in and out of her glistening pussy made him think about what it would feel like to have her ride him right here on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face as she fucked herself on his cock. He groaned freeing his cock, spitting on his hand and mixing that with the precum on the tip so he could have the feeling of skin to skin contact.

"Your cock looks even better when its hard. I fucking knew it would." Y/n bit her lip adding a third finger and letting her head fall back.

"Fuck..you can't...you can't say shit like that or I'm going to cum entirely too soon." Jack complained stroking himself faster.

"I wasn't aware we were being timed. I'm going to get off, when I get off." Y/n laughed watching Jack's chest rise and fall trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck I want to cum on your tits so bad." Jack said jaw dropping slightly staring at her tits bouncing with her rigorous hand movements. She used her free hand to pop the front of the bra open letting her tits spill out.

"Oh fuck." Jack moaned. He couldn't help but want to bury his face between them. Y/n continued to whine loudly and Jack wanted to be the one who pulled those sounds from her.

"Don't be shy Jack. I want to hear you." Y/n begged.

"I want to fuck you into this couch. I want to cum inside of you until it's running down your legs. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Y/n moaned Jack's name as she found her release, rubbing her clit and making her knees jump together as she pushed herself to keep touching sensitive bits. Jack could feel his orgasm building, eyes shut trying to get there. He was afraid if he got distracted he would embarrass himself and be unable to cum.

"Jack...open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know that the next time you cum, it will be down my throat." Jack watched Y/n take her wet fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack cried milking his cock until he was cumming all over the front of his shirt, almost hitting his neck. He slowed his hand down, feeling the jump of the sensitive tip as he grazed it.

It was silent for a few moments as they both looked at each other and started laughing.

"You're a fucking freak." Jack shook his head.

"And you love every second of it." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

"You also should have taken your shirt off." She reminded him pointing at the cum that was already starting to dry on his black shirt. She leaned forward to crawl towards him on the couch and Jack worried she might try to go for a second round.

"No worries, I'm not pushing the boundaries. I just wanted to give you something." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Jack carefully not to startle him of make him anxious. She let her tongue run along his own before pulling away.

"I wanted to say thanks and congratulations on the orgasm. It was great." She smiled in his face and he returned it.

"I also wanted to give you a little taste of what you're in for if you're down for a second date." Jack could taste her on his tongue and nodded.

"Is the first date already over?" He asked curiously and she laughed putting her head down for a moment.

"I don't want to make you feel cheap but if I don't go home now, I'll be too tired to walk home." She explained. Jack knew how tired she was and this probably only made it worse.

"It's okay. I completely understand." Jack put himself back in his jeans and watched Y/n pull her shirt over her head, not bothering to put her bra back on. He walked her to the door and she turned to look at him.

"This was a lot of fun Jack. I'm glad I said yes to a first date." Y/n smiled sweetly at him and he blushed.

"I'm pretty glad you said yes too. Let me know when you get home." Jack said rolling his eyes knowing that she was going to make a smartass remark about being across the street. She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out the door. Jack watched her walk down the drive and towards her house before shutting the door and running his hands down his face trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't help but smile thinking about the night as a whole. He hadn't remembered having that much fun in one night with someone ever. He ran his hands down his shirt and felt his cum streak down his shirt more.

"Dammit." He cussed at himself knowing this shirt wasn't ruined but knowing he would get hard every time he wore it.

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 7

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 7

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. Implied Smut. Family dynamics. Embarrassing family. Fluff.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo

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Swirling the glass of red wine in your hand, you looked over the rim at Jason, a sly smile on your face. He was hovering over the coffee machine, phone in hand. Your eyes traced his handsome features which were knitted into a deep frown. You’d been planning how to ask him to your family dinner all week, but your nerves had gotten the better of you each time. You really didn’t want to go alone; again; and well, Jason owed you. He raised an eyebrow and put down his phone, “I don’t like that look you’re giving me”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you grinned, taking a long sip of your drink.

“Spit it out”, he rested his hands on the kitchen counter.

You chuckled under your breath before setting your drink down, “I need a favour”, your nails tapped against the surface slowly, “I need you to come to a family dinner with me this weekend…please”.

Jason swallowed quietly and felt his hand twitch against the marble worktops, “Me?”.

“Yes you, I don’t see anyone else in here”, you rolled your eyes playfully before smiling at him, “Plus, you owe me for Paris”.

He scoffed, “Paris was wonderful”.

“You and I remember Paris very differently”, you laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What's that supposed to mean princess?”, his dark voice dropped and he rounded the island between you both in seconds.

“Oh! Do you not remember the 5 hour business meeting we had?!”, you slipped off the kitchen chair and looked up into his eyes, “Or the complete asshat move you pulled?”.

Jason stood his ground, feeling your hand brush along his forearm, “Which asshat move?”.

You tipped your head back and laughed more, “Valid question, there are so many asshat moves you pull”.

Jason glared before stepping closer, his body pressed up against yours. The heat flared through you instantly and you shivered when his deep, husky voice rasped in your ear, “I’ll tell you what I do remember”, he nipped your earlobe before kissing the soft spot under it, “I remember the five hours we spent in the hotel room that night”.

You could feel the smirk dripping over your flushed skin, memories pouring back. You bit down on your lip to suppress the moan, running your hand up the front of his T-shirt, “Five? Wow, really? It certainly didn’t feel that long to me”.

He growled, bracketing your hips in his grip, pinning you against the counter, “I thought you wanted a favour? This isn’t the way to go if you want me to help you”.

“I think you’d help me no matter what I said”, you grinned and threaded your fingers through the back of his hair, earning a soft growl from his throat. You knew he loved it when you played with his hair, nails scratching over his scalp.

“Please”.

“Well, since I owe you one”, Jason murmured and the grip on your hips loosened, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. His eyes closed, basking in the warmth spreading through his body as you toyed with his hair.

You leaned up towards him, tugging him down slightly so you could reach his lips, “Thank you”.

Your lips brushed over his and he welcomed the kiss, stroking his tongue over your bottom lip, groaning when you moulded your body further into his.

———

Walking up the path towards your childhood home, your stomach started to somersault. Was bringing Jason here really a good idea? The man you were ‘just fucking’?. Was it really worth it just to keep your Aunt off your back? You swallowed nervously and tried to bury the feelings. It would be fine. It was just one night. Plus, knowing your family, they’d chew him up and spit him out.

Pushing open the slate blue picket fence, you turned to Jason, “Please act normal”.

“What?”, he scoffed, “I am normal, princess”.

You laughed and shook your head, “Just-”, the words were lost in your throat. You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. “Just try not to embarrass me”.

Jason smirked and rested his hand on your lower back, guiding you along the cobble stones, noticing you were struggling in your heels, “I’ll be on my best behaviour…I’ll even keep my hands to myself”.

You leaned into his warm touch and steadied yourself, finally reaching the door, “That isn’t going to last long is it?”.

“Not with that dress”, he slapped your ass, the sound bouncing in the porch of the house.

“Jason!”, you hissed, hearing the key turning in the lock.

The door flew open and your Aunt stood there menacingly before shouting, “SHE’S HERE WITH HER GUEST”.

You winced at her booming voice and forced a polite smile onto your lips, “Aunt Margaret! It’s nice to see you again!”.

She ignored you and turned her eyes to Jason, eyeing him suspiciously, she sighed loudly seeing the designer logo on his shirt, “Please tell me this one has a job”.

“What?!”, you felt your cheeks burning already. You knew your family could be embarrassing but they usually built up to it.

Margaret sighed and looked back at you, “Sweetie I love you but just because a man is good in the sack doesn't mean he's a keeper”.

Jason looked down at his shirt confused before coiling his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side. He fought to keep the little smirk off his lips at her comment. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn a shirt that was nearly $900? Maybe your Aunt thought it was fake. He was used to that.

You buried your face in your hands, “Yes Aunty he has a job…Are mom and pop here?”.

Your Aunt eyed Jason again before looking through into the kitchen, “Of course, they’ve just gone to make everyone drink…come in and we’ll go find them”. She turned on her heel and made her way down the corridor, heading into the chaos of noise which was your family.

Jason’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he leaned down to whisper, “Good in the sack? Maybe I can add that to my resume…I think you’d be a good reference for that too”.

You elbowed him lightly, a cheeky smile curving your lips, “I told you to behave”.

“It’s very difficult around you”.

“MOM!! POP!! Bubblebutt is here!!!”, your younger sister screamed happily running up to you both.

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “I thought we agreed that name was dead”.

“Not until the cows come home”, she laughed evilly before noticing Jason towering next to you, “Oh! And she brought a snack”.

You felt your skin flushing with heat, wanting to die of embarrassment. This was definitely a mistake. You should not have brought Jason into this madness. You’d forgotten how crazy your family was. 

“Excuse me”, Jason smirked, keeping his hand bracketed on your hip, “I’m a three course meal sweetheart”.

Your sister laughed loudly and grinned, “I like him, he’s got wit!”.

Upon hearing the commotion your Mom swept into the room with a bright smile on her face. She rushed over and hugged both you and Jason tightly.

“Mom, calm down, you might break a rib!”.

Your Mom laughed and tapped the tip of your nose playfully, you felt like you were five again, “It's not every day you hate someone enough to subject them to your father's sister”.

Jason stood at your side, an extremely amused look painting his handsome face. He laughed huskily, “Oh she definitely hates me”.

“Oh yes, I can see, especially by the lovey dovey looks she gives you”.

“MOTHER!!”, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you down. 

“I heard my wife being challenged to a fight and I was not--Pumpkin!!!”, your Dad made his way over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug, “You’re looking well as always!”.

“Pop…”, you wiggled out of his arms and smiled, “This is Jason”.

Your Dad gave him that stern look he’d given any man you’d brought home. You knew he only had your best interests at heart but you really didn’t want him scaring Jason off. Not yet.

“Good to meet you”, he held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you too Sir”, Jason gave him a genuine smile as he firmly shook your Dad’s hand.

Your Mom tutted and squeezed your Dad’s elbow, “No need for such formalities! Let’s go through to the dining room and eat!”.

“Good idea honey”.

You’d normally pretend to gag and make fun of them as usual but something stopped you this time. You watched them for a moment with glassy eyes until the weight of Jason’s hand the bottom of your back startled you.

“Let’s go eat, princess”.

———

Jason dropped down onto the wooden bench next to your father, cigarette in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other, “Another whiskey?”.

Your Dad laughed and shook his head, “I really shouldn’t, the wife won’t be too pleased if I get drunk, not after the last time”.

Jason looked over his shoulder and smirked, “The coast is clear”.

“Well, since you're volunteering to be my look out, you don't mind being the fall guy either”, your Dad grinned and held out his empty tumbler, watching as Jason poured a questionably large portion into it.

“One more won’t hurt, it’s just a little night cap”, Jason topped up his own glass before clinking it with your fathers, taking a long sip.

There was a comfortable silence between the two men as they sat in the garden, the fairy lights strung around basked them both in a soft white glow. Jason lit his cigarette casually, taking a deep drag, smoke billowing into the night sky.

“So how did you two meet?”, your father swirled his drink, “My little girl doesn't really go out looking that much”.

“We work together”, Jason answered simply. His mind began to wander. What did your father mean? He flicked his cigarette into an ashtray between them. You didn’t strike him as the type to hide yourself away from anyone. Or anything.

Your Dad nodded, “Yeah, that makes sense…Did she scare you too?”.

Jason chuckled then smirked, “A little, yes…along with 90% of the office”.

“Trust me her mother was worse”.

“Sir, I really don't think that's possible”, Jason scoffed in disbelief. He really couldn’t imagine anyone more fiery than you.

“Unless Y/N has made someone piss themselves she hasn't surpassed her mother”, your Dad gave an innocent smile before taking a long sip from his drink.

Jason raised his eyebrows, “I’m scared and impressed”.

Your Dad grinned and winked, tipping his glass towards the younger man, “Yes but that's why you like her”.

“I-”, Jason laughed deeply and took a drag of his cigarette, “I guess it is…yeah”.

“Still, take care of her, yeah? Underneath her fiery exterior, she’s very soft at heart. But it’s clear you make her very happy”, your Dad clapped a hand on Jason’s back, giving him a sincere smile. A seal of approval.

Jason swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond. He didn’t exactly want to explain that this wasn’t what everyone thought. It was just sex. Nothing more. Wasn’t it? He returned the smile, tipping his glass towards your Dad before turning his head around. He saw you through the kitchen window, standing with your Mum and sister.

You laughed at something and your entire face beamed with happiness. With your hair up, he could see the diamond earrings sparkling in the fluorescent kitchen lighting. A twinge of pride stirred in his stomach at seeing you in the gems he’d bought you. Your cheeks were rosy from laughing and probably a little too much wine. He’d never thought you looked more beautiful.

Almost like a sixth sense, you cast your eyes outside and caught his gaze. There was a long second before Jason smiled at you, throwing you a coy wink. You flushed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, subconsciously stroking over your earrings.

Your Dad chuckled besides Jason, “It’s clear how happy she makes you too”.

The words lingered in the air and wrapped around Jason, weaving into his mind. He could feel his own face heating up. What shook Jason more was how right your Dad was.

———

You leant back against the kitchen counter, your fingers wrapped around the wine glass stem loosely. You couldn’t believe how well this evening had gone. The warmth flooded your veins and swirled in your stomach. You knew this had started as just sex but, somewhere along the way it’d evolved into more. Jason wouldn’t admit it but it was obvious to everyone. Maybe this evening would finally allow him to see how much more you both could be. You hoped.

“So…he’s definitely something else”, your sister grinned cheekily, “I don’t remember any of your other boyfriends going down this well”.

“He's won over everyone in the family”, you scoffed in disbelief, “What the hell…Even Aunty Margaret loves him!!”.

“That is a miracle”, your sister laughed and downed the rest of her wine.

You watched your Dad and Jason laugh loudly outside in the garden, your stomach flipped hearing his husky rumble through the thin glass. The smirk painting his face made you flush, his dark handsome features glowing in the fairy lights.

“I wonder how he’s won Dad over, you know what he’s like, he normally threatens to break their legs”, your sister cackled when your face flickered with a moment of worry before you shrugged.

“I have absolutely no fucking idea”. You did have an idea. Jason was incredibly charming. It clearly rubbed off on your entire family.

Your Mom rubbed your arm gently, a gentle smile on her face, “You know this ones a keeper don’t you?”.

“Yeah, he’s good for you Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much!!”, your sister gushed, pinching your cheeks.

You slapped her hands away and grunted, “Shut up!”. Your cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t worry pumpkin”, your Mom looked out of the window briefly, watching both your Dad and Jason, “He looks at you like you cradle the world”.

Almost sensing you were talking about him, Jason turned around, catching your eye. He gave you a wink with a cheeky smile. 

“Yeah, Mom’s right, he’s got it bad for you too”, your sister nudged you in the side drawing your attention back into the room. You rolled your eyes and finished the last of your wine, letting their words breeze through your mind.

———

The ride home was quiet, Jason kept his arm around you in the back of the taxi. His hand rubbing circles into your shoulder soothing you into a peaceful slumber. He had to nudge you awake when you finally arrived back home. Heading up the stairs, his arm was still leisurely wrapped around your body, holding you close to him. He chuckled when you yawned, the key almost slipping through your fingers. 

Finally getting inside your apartment you lazily pressed Jason into the wall, your hands stroking over his expensive shirt. You purred quietly and leaned into him, trailing kisses down his neck. The deep spice of his cologne was still strong, you knew it would be clinging to your bed sheets for days. His hands found your waist immediately, latching onto you. The soft caress of your lips distracting him momentarily.

“Princess?”, he breathed out, locking his arms behind your back.

“Mmhmm?”, you murmured into the junction of his neck, intent on marking him as you started to work on unbuckling his belt.

Before you knew what was happening, Jason swept you up into his arms, bridal style. You squeaked in surprise, arms weaving around his neck. 

“Jason!”, you held on tightly as he made his way through your bedroom with graceful ease, “I was trying to do something for you there…as thanks”.

“Why don’t we just go to bed?”, he kissed your forehead softly, nudging your bedroom door open with his foot, “You don’t owe me anything”.

You grinned, “Who are you and what have you done to Jason Todd?”.

Jason smirked, “Princess, we may have discussed somnophilia but let’s just go to bed, it’s been a long night”.

Snuggling your face into his neck, you yawned again, “Fine”.

He laid you down on the bed carefully, his fingers working to undress himself quickly. The night had worn him out more than he expected. But, he’d enjoyed every second. Your family was perfect, just like you. As he stripped down to his boxers, his eyes glued to you as you stripped down to your underwear. The heat flared through him briefly and raged more as you slipped one of his old shirts on to sleep in. The way you filled it with your curves made his mouth dry.

“You can treat me in the morning”.

“Ah, there’s my Jason”, you laughed and curled up under the duvet looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to slide into bed with you. Your brow creased slightly as you watched him, standing there like a statue.

“Jason?”.

My Jason.

His brain short circuited at the simple phrase. The want coiled deep inside his stomach. The subtle claiming of him. He was yours. Jason ran a hand over his face and swallowed thickly, the nerves from earlier this evening flooded back like ice. This wasn’t exclusive. It was just fucking. Plain and simple. Of course it was. Nothing more. He had to keep telling himself that.

But, the way you’d said it. Like it was nothing. It was so natural. It flowed from you with such ease. His heart tugged.

My Jason.

The heat that tore through him this time was different. It was warm. Much higher up his chest. The smile curved his lips.

“Jason? What are you doing?”, you questioned, resting up on one elbow, “How much did you have to drink?”.

Your question brought him back and he chuckled, “Sorry, I’m fine, I was just praying your Mum isn’t too mad at your Dad for having the extra whiskey”. He slipped into the empty side of the bed, dragging you into his embrace, enjoying the way you cuddled into his chest.

“Oh she won’t be mad at Dad”, you yawned, closing your eyes, hands stroking along Jason’s stomach.

“Good”, he sank into your touches, loving the feel of your nails tracing the groves of his abs.

“She’ll be mad at you”.

Jason groaned under his breath, “After what your Dad told me, I feel like I should be worried”.

“Oh, you should be”.

He chuckled and the vibration rang through his chest. The deep rumble made you giggle too, before you finally let sleep take you.

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[scoops-aboy86]

Not Dating, part 7

part 1, part 2, part 3, parts 4 & 5, part 6, part 8 - also on ao3

Spicy chapter, MDNI, and I think there's one more left to go.

Steve wants to date him. Steve wants to date—and Eddie cannot emphasize this enough, even in his own head—him. It’s everything he’s wanted for months and idly daydreamed about for years before that. Even before he really got to know the guy, he’s always had eyes. 

This could still be a dream, despite all evidence to the contrary so far. But even with Eddie’s rich imagination, he’s pretty sure he couldn’t have conjured up a first kiss like that all on his own. 

And then his stomach gives a loud growl, finally done with being polite about feeling empty, because he’s been giving it nothing but sugar and starch to work with lately and that’s not exactly filling, except in quantity. Eddie’s face is on fire, but one look at Steve—an answering rosy color splashed high across his cheekbones and lips parted in a soft silent oh, a dazed look in his eyes that Eddie realizes he’s seen before plenty of times, right before they start fooling around—is enough to reassure him. He’s had Steve’s full attention before, but now it seems even more intense. 

It’s more satisfying than speechifying from atop a cafeteria table, all eyes on him, could ever be. Eddie brings a hand down to rest at the crest of his belly, watching as Steve’s eyes track the movement like a hawk. Such a fucking thrill, like a full body shiver but in a warm, gooey sort of way. “So,” he says with a slow smirk, “this is what does it for you, huh big boy? Kinky.”

Steve’s eyes dart up to meet his, uncertain but getting more sure by the second. “Yeah,” he breathes, abandoning all pretense of playing it cool.

“I like it.” Eddie winks. “You wanna date me, Stevie? Wine and dine me? Take me to the movies, feed me popcorn with M&Ms mixed in, and make out in the back row?”

He’s nodding his head before Eddie has even finished. “Yeah, I want to do all that. You pick the movie, I can take care of tickets and snacks. Do you want to go right now? I can pull my car around—”

Eddie interrupts him with a chuckle and their second kiss. It’s incredibly effective. 

“You’ve already taken care of snacks for now,” Eddie reminds him, murmuring against his lips before reaching out to put two fingers to his chest, skin to skin (and chest hair) where his Henley is open, and gives a little push. That’s all it takes for Steve to drop back into his chair, dazed but happy.

Then, Eddie uses that hand to steal Steve’s piece of toast and plop it on top of his own, making it a regular sandwich as Steve had suggested a few minutes ago. 

“Y-you don’t have to,” Steve says, but his eyes are wide as he tracks Eddie bringing the sandwich up to his mouth for a big first bite. 

Eddie’s first instinct is to talk with his mouth full, wanting to reply immediately with the correction on the tip of his brain, but he really can’t. His eyelashes flutter at the first crunch of toasted bread, chewing eagerly to mix the rest of the flavors around to his tongue. Apple and cinnamon, sticky-sweet honey, sticky-savory peanut butter. He moans a little, struggling around the huge mouthful he’d bitten off in his eagerness, but it’s perfect. “Steef,” he manages to mumble after a first swallow, “I wanna. God—” He swallows again, reaching for his water, sucks down half of it and pops off the rim of the glass with a gasp at the soothing wave of cold washing down his throat. “You’re so good to me, Stevie. You swear you’re not doing this just because I’m an easy lay?”

“You’re not,” Steve protests immediately. “No, I—”

“Mmm, I kind of am, sweetheart.” Eddie lets all the affection he usually keeps so close to the chest seep into the pet name, and takes another, more reasonable bite that he can still talk around while enjoying the snack. “Not a lot of choice around here in Nowheresville, Indiana. So of course, the prettiest guy in Hawkins starts wanting to be best pals, feed me whatever I want, give me the most fantastic orgasms—like, seriously, I’m talking major league, toe curling, if I ever have grandchildren you’d best goddamn bet that I’m gonna tell them aaaaall about it, because no Munson descendent should ever have to settle for average again once the sweet pleasures of the gods have made themselves known—”

“Shut up, oh my god.” And he’s treated to the sight of Steve flushing, eyes going a little darker, even as Steve laughs and swats lightly at his shoulder. “You’re a menace.” 

“Mmhmm, literally notorious for it sweetheart,” Eddie deadpans, and gets another mouthful. “Mm, this is so good—We really had all this shit here, you didn’t bring any of this?”

“I really didn’t,” Steve laughs, and god. He’s beautiful. 

Eddie is ‘more than just friends’ with, tentatively dating, a beautiful boy who seems to genuinely want to pamper him, and… okay. Sounds great, sign him up. He already has signed up, scribbled his signature on the dotted line before he even knew there was one, and this is the first real food he’s eaten in days that doesn’t taste like a candy shop fell on it and it’s amazing. 

“I’m keeping you,” he announces, and scoots his chair back and at an angle away from the table. “C’mere, Stevie.”

Steve is out of his chair and kneeling in front of him before he’s finished his next bite, so Eddie reaches for him while still chewing. Goes to cup his cheek, but Steve turns his head quickly and licks at his fingers, taking a few into his mouth as far as the second knuckle, finishes with his thumb and then slides off it with a pop. 

“Peanut butter,” he explains with a rakish grin, but his cheeks are pink and he’s looking at Eddie like the rest of the world could dissolve around them and he wouldn’t even notice.

Eddie can feel himself flushing too, on his face and between his legs. He knows how good Steve is with his mouth already, after all, and can’t help licking his own lips at the thought. “Yeah,” he murmurs, fully aware that he’s pitching a tent in his already tight sweats. “Wouldn’t want to get any of that in your beautiful hair, would we sweetheart?” 

Big hands land on his knees, massaging up the sensitive inside of his thighs with a very obvious destination as Steve replies, “Yeah, no, that’d be… bad…” He pulls the sweatpants down at the waistband until Eddie’s belly spills out, spreading onto his lap in all its glory, and Steve immediately goes to kiss the stretch marks bracketing his belly button. “Oh fuck, baby, you have so many new ones.”

The first hint of Steve’s mouth on him has Eddie throwing his head back in a low moan, then quickly bringing it back down to continue eating. He also has to grab for his water glass, because even with the apple adding a little moisture that’s a lot of peanut butter and bread to work through. After a few gulps he manages to swallow and gasp, “Yeah I, I’ve been. Eating a lot since the other day. Constantly. Harder to feel sad when I’m stuffed full…” He takes another bite and moans into it as Steve’s tongue teases at his deep navel, just like he’d been doing the other day before Eddie had dropped that A-bomb of a question. “Fuck, Stevie, keep doing that.”

Steve huffs against his skin. “Never wanted to stop, Eds. God, you’re so—” 

But he doesn’t even finish his sentence before diving back in. Slipping his hands between Eddie’s legs and his heavy belly, wobbling it even as he continues lavishing attention on the new additions. Biting gently at a barely formed roll on each side, just above his hips, that hadn’t quite been there before their… fight? Breakup? Inciting incident?

Whatever, Eddie doesn’t care, he’s just hungry for more of Steve’s mouth, more of his touch—more of anything he’ll give him, in any capacity. So he keeps eating, even though he’s running out of sandwich, pausing to make it last by licking more escaped peanut butter from his fingers and goading Steve on like he’d never dared to before. Gasping “yes, keep going, keep, yeah, just like that” when Steve nips at the soft skin of his underbelly; “more, give me… I’m going to get so much bigger for you, f-fuck” when Steve lingers and sucks a mark there, a secret for later. 

It’s the first mark Steve has ever given him, and he knows he’ll be sad when it fades and he can’t prod at it to remember. But he also knows that there will be more where that came from; in fact, Steve is already starting on another, holding up his belly and shifting a little further down for the next hickey.

“Love the way you touch me, sweetheart. Love your mouth,” Eddie babbles, trying to spread his legs more. Instead, Steve nudges him to lift up a bit and peels the tight sweatpants and boxers down over his ass, down his dimpled knees, to fall at his ankles like cuffs. Not that Eddie is planning on going anywhere right now, knowing what comes next. 

He whines when Steve pulls back though, face flushed and lips red and hair that’s wonderfully mussed but somehow still perfect. 

“Shh.” Steve runs comforting hands over his thighs and belly again, looking up at him with wide eyes and an almost dazed smile like he can’t believe he’s real. “Wanna look at you. Take my time for once.” He sighs, great big bambi eyes taking it all in as Eddie finishes the last bite. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Eddie wriggles his hips impatiently, tummy bouncing in Steve’s palms. “I’d like to be fucking Gorgeous, but he’s too busy ogling me like a piece of meat right now,” he says with a pout. 

Steve’s snorting laugh is like distilled sunshine spilling warmly over his skin. “I sure am.” A sudden slap to his belly, making him jolt and ripple and gasp all at once, pout dropped in favor of something a lot more slack-jawed and heavy-lidded. He’s pretty sure that’s why Steve’s smirking at him right now; he’s even more sure that a pink handprint on his skin later is one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to him, somehow. “Well marbled, just how I like it.”

“And like watching it happen, you said,” Eddie manages the words, but the voice they come out in he barely recognizes as his own. “Watching me eat and get nice and round for you?”

“Mmm.” Steve kisses at his navel, teeth and scruff and hot tongue, murmurs against his skin, “‘S the same reason lots of guys like big boobs. Soft. Fun to play with. Sensitive…”

It is that. His cock is dripping on the kitchen chair. He’s probably one breath away from coming.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby,” Steve adds, practically panting, and—Jesus H. Christ, he already has a hand down his own pants, stroking himself in a frenzy while he leaves a wet path down Eddie’s treasure trail again. “Your turn to fill me up…”

“Hoooooly shit,” Eddie breathes, knowing what’s coming. Still, he’s not prepared when Steve’s mouth closes around him, lips forming a seal and tongue gliding down the underside of his throbbing dick. 

One rolling, glorious suck is all it takes, because it doesn’t feel like Steve is only just now touching him. It feels like the foreplay started with that sandwich, like every touch has sparked sensation straight down to between his legs, like he has been goddamn edged over the course of just, like, a few minutes. 

He comes so hard he almost slides out of the chair, back arching as much as his stuffed gut will let it and knees already uselessly weak. His eyes slam shut; he forgets he even has them. Sees nothing, hears nothing, tastes peanut butter and honey and cinnamon on his tongue, drowns in the warm wetness of Steve’s lovely mouth as it milks him pulse for pulse until he’s finally spent. And just a little bit after, which makes him feel like a pat of butter that’s hot and swimming but trying impossibly to reach an even more liquid state. 

By the time Eddie remembers he still has bones, Steve is already wiping the mess reverently from his skin and the chair with a damp towel. “‘Tevie?” he mumbles, blinking slowly with a lax smile. No one has ever taken care of him like this and it makes him feel tingly and warm all over, that Steve wants to. It makes him want to open his mouth, for Steve’s food or cock, either would be good, just—whatever Steve wants. “My turn now?”

Steve pauses to give him a sheepish look. “I, uh… Rain check?” He gestures down at himself, and when Eddie’s gaze does a luxurious sweep there’s definitely a wet patch soaked through the front of his jeans. And a smear of come on the side of one thigh where he’d wiped his hand clean. Kind of a waste, but what a show. 

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and bites his lip. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Steve jokes, like a complete dork. Lopsided grin and all. “You were totally right about the major league orgasms.”

And there’s nothing for it, Eddie has to hook a finger on the collar of his shirt and drag him down for another kiss.

Part 8

Tag list: @hotluncheddie @lawrencebshoggoth @sofadofax @tangerinesteve

@eyehartart @steviewashere @westifer-dead

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Back Door (Chanlix) 🔞

Synopsis: When Chris is dumped the night before his wedding his attempts to cope lead him to what he really needed - a sympathetic ear with a great ass

Tags: First time bottoming, recreational drug use, dubious consent (Chris is high & newly dumped & Felix is sober), lingerie, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unprotected sex, there’s a little bit of plot in here

A/N: Another repost from AO3 - enjoy!

Chris looked at his phone for the 10th time that night. The message was still the same.

Hyunjin: I can’t do it.

They were supposed to get married tomorrow. They’d been engaged for over 6 months. Why couldn’t he have decided this sooner? He had plenty of time to decide that he couldn’t go through with it. Instead he’d sent Chris a text message a few hours ago breaking it off. He didn’t even have the decency to say it to Chris’s face. There were so many people he had to tell. Instead, he’d gone to a club near the hotel. The kind of place no one would recognize him. They’d never realize that the heir to the Bang empire had been dumped by his social climbing fiancé.

“Another one?” the bartender asked. Chris looked down at his glass. The alcohol was hardly doing anything.

“Don’t suppose you have anything stronger?” he asked. The bartender raised an eyebrow, then seemed to realize what Chris was asking.

“There’s a guy in the back. He might be able to help,” he replied.

“Thanks,” Chris paid for his drinks and got up.

“Private room at the end of the hall,” the bartender said.

Chris navigated his way down the hall and knocked on the only door he found.

“Come in,” he heard from the other side. There was a lean blond man sitting in a plush booth. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he scrolled through his phone.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“I was told you might have something a little...stronger...than alcohol,” Chris said slowly. The man put his phone down and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Depends. What are you looking to forget?” he asked.

“I got dumped,” Chris replied.

“Everybody gets dumped,” the man replied.

“Does everybody get dumped the night before they’re supposed to get married over a text message?” Chris asked.

“Sit,” the man gestured to the seat across from him. “I’m Felix.”

“Chris,” he slid in across from him.

“Uppers or downers?” Felix asked, taking a drag off his cigarette.

“I honestly don’t care,” Chris sighed. Felix leaned over and pulled out a bag.

“Gummy bears?” Chris asked when he examined the bag.

“Weed,” Felix put out his cigarette. “For a rich kid, you certainly don’t know shit about drugs.”

“Am I supposed to?” Chris asked.

“I get people like you in here asking for cocaine and heroin,” the other man told him. “Eat a couple of those and you’ll feel better. If nothing else, it’ll take the edge off.”

“How’d you know I was rich?” Chris asked.

“Your Versace shirt was a good first clue,” he replied. Chris looked down at his shirt. Felix smiled. “And I recognize you.”

“You do?” Chris asked.

“Like your face hasn’t been all over the news? Chris Bang is getting married. I heard anyone who was anyone was coming to your wedding,” Felix said.

“Yeah, well, now nobody’s coming,” Chris stuffed a gummy in his mouth. It wasn’t bad.

“What happened?” Felix asked.

“I don’t fucking know. He sent me a text telling me that he couldn’t go through with it. Whatever that means,” Chris started chewing on another gummy.

“Sure he wasn’t cheating on you?” Felix asked.

“What?” Chris almost choked on the gummy.

“You think he would’ve waited this long if he wasn’t?” Felix shrugged.

“I mean...I dunno...” Chris coughed. Felix slid him a glass of water.

“If he was marrying into your family’s money, he wouldn’t end it unless he was getting a good dicking somewhere else,” the other man shrugged.

“You think?” Chris asked.

“I’m the reason for a lot of divorces. I also know how to read people. If he isn’t fucking someone else, then he never loved you in the first place,” Felix said.

“Both great options,” Chris sighed.

“You might want to slow down on those,” Chris had already eaten four of them.

“Do you want one?” Chris asked.

“I’m good,” Felix laughed. Chris closed the bag. They looked over when they heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Felix called.

“You busy?” a voice replied.

Felix looked at Chris.

“Yeah, come back later,” he said.

“Okay,” came the reply after a beat of silence.

“Who was that?” Chris asked.

“No one who can’t wait,” Felix got up and locked the door. “Some people don’t believe in knocking.”

“Oh. Right,” Chris said.

“I’m not locking you in here to take advantage of you,” Felix replied.

“Would you?” Chris asked.

“Would I what?” Felix asked.

“Take advantage of me?” Chris was starting to feel the gummies.

“Of course not. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not gonna say no if you want to take advantage of me, though,” the blond grinned.

“But...you’re not...what?” Chris looked at him. Felix laughed again. He sat down next to Chris.

“If it’ll make you feel better, I’m happy to let you ride my cock,” he said. “You are single now.”

“You are really hot,” Chris brushed his fingers down Felix’s face. “And I’m high and getting fucked sounds amazing.”

“I can take you somewhere nicer than my place of business,” Felix put his hand on Chris’s thigh.

“What’s wrong with right here?” Chris asked.

“I don’t keep lube in my office,” Felix winked.

“Oh, yeah,” Chris realized.

“I’ll close up early and take you back to my place. Sound good?” Felix suggested. Chris leaned over and kissed him. Felix tasted like cigarettes and fried food. He felt Felix put his hand on his lower back as he sucked on the dealer’s tongue.

“Come on. Let me take you home and fuck you like you deserve,” Felix pulled him up and kissed him again. Chris stumbled a little, but Felix caught him into his chest. He was stronger than Chris anticipated.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“You’re welcome,” Felix looped his arm around Chris’s waist. “Come on, rich boy.”

He grabbed his phone and keys, locking the room behind them. A car was waiting outside with a bored looking driver.

“What’s this?” Chris asked.

“Our ride,” Felix explained. He got in and Chris crawled on top of him, straddling him. He aggressively ground his crotch into Felix’s lap as he started kissing him again. Felix tapped the back of the driver’s seat with his boot to tell him to move. Safety be damned. Chris had his fingers splayed out on Felix’s cheeks, panting into the other man’s mouth.

“When’s the last time you got laid?” Felix asked, tucking his hands in Chris’s back pockets.

“Hyunjin didn’t want to do anything the week before the wedding,” Chris barely moved his mouth away.

“He was definitely cheating on you,” Felix replied.

“Asshole,” Chris huffed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you forget everything, rich boy,” Felix kissed the front of Chris’s throat.

“Please do,” Chris sighed. They stopped at an apartment building not far from the bar. “You live here?”

“I’m not just a drug dealer out of a crappy club. I have other streams of income,” Felix grinned.

“Do I want to know?” Chris asked.

“It’s better if you don’t,” he replied. Felix lived on one of the top floors and could’ve just as easily qualified for the “rich boy” moniker. It was only in the light of Felix’s apartment that Chris realized he was also wearing designer clothes.

“I’m full of surprises,” Felix winked.

“Looks like,” Chris agreed.

“You want anything or should I skip trying to be a good host?” Felix kicked off his boots.

“You can skip being a good host,” the other man said, starting to untuck Felix’s shirt.

“I figured you’d say that,” Felix let Chris tug at his clothes. Chris was completely stoned now and his coordination was totally gone. Felix giggled as he fumbled with the buttons.

“You think this is funny,” Chris said.

“Hilarious,” the other man laughed.

“Why are you so meeeeean?” Chris asked, almost pulling the buttons off Felix’s shirt. Felix put his hands on top of Chris’s.

“It’s only mean if I make you work for it and then don’t fuck you,” he said, helping Chris unbutton his shirt. “I fully intend on fucking you stupid.”

“Fucking me stupid?” Chris repeated. Felix took off his shirt and started working on Chris’s.

“Unless there’s another way you’d liked to get fucked?” he grinned, making short work of Chris’s $1500 shirt. Chris considered what Felix proposed before falling against his chest.

“Fuck me any way you want,” he sloppily kissed the other man.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Felix dipped his head back and Chris started sucking a hickey on the base of Felix’s throat. His hands dug into the firm flesh of Felix’s ass through his jeans. Felix hooked his fingers into Chris’s belt loops and steered him toward the bedroom. They somehow made it without Chris crashing into anything and taking them both down. Felix tugged Chris to the bed, the other man landing heavily on him.

“Sorry,” Chris grunted.

“I’ll be on top soon enough,” Felix popped up his head and kissed him.

“What are you gonna do?” Chris’s pupils were dark with arousal.

“Maybe making you come once won’t be enough for me,” Felix reached between them to open Chris’s pants.

“You can do that?” Chris gasped.

“Dear god, what kind of pathetic sex life did you have?” Felix asked as he pushed down Chris’s jeans and underwear. Chris’s hard cock slapped against Felix’s thigh.

“I guess I didn’t know it was...a thing,” Chris sighed as his erection was set loose.

“You’ll sleep for a month when I’m done with you,” Felix’s lips curled into a devilish grin. He pulled Chris’s pants off the rest of the way as he rolled them over. Felix was straddling Chris’s thighs still in his jeans.

“Think you can get these off?” he teased. Chris reached up and barely touched the waistband. He tried to sit up on his elbows and fell backwards in a fit of giggles.

“Why are you so meannnnnn?” he whined again.

“I told you I’m really not,” Felix replied, unbuttoning his jeans. Chris looked up at him. Felix made a production of unzipping then opening up his pants. His dick was evident in his underwear. Chris whined again, but for a completely different reason. Felix dismounted and finished dropping his pants when he stood up. There was a perfect outline of his cock in his underwear. Chris squirmed on the bed.

“Getting a little anxious?” Felix asked, walking over to the bedside table. He swung his hips just a little as he moved. The older man bit his lip and nodded. Felix tossed a condom and bottle of lube on the bed. He took off his underwear and crawled back on the bed. Chris engulfed him, covering him with more sloppy kisses. He rutted his hips up against Felix.

“Easy, babe. You don’t want to finish before I’m even inside you,” he laughed. Chris whined louder. Felix kissed him. “Will you behave long enough for me to at least prep you?”

“I guess,” he huffed.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. Chris did as he was told. Felix quickly opened him up, watching Chris’s face the entire time. He rolled on the condom and generously lubed it. He pushed one of Chris’s knees up onto his chest.

“Ready?” he grinned.

“Yes,” Chris breathed. Then he felt the pop of the head breaching his entrance and a slight burning. His cock wasn’t long, but god was it thick.

“Oh god,” his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Did you just lie there and think of England when you were with your fiancé?” Felix raised an eyebrow.

“I topped. I’ve always wanted to bottom,” Chris replied.

“Then should I be gentle?” Felix asked.

“No, don’t hold back,” he said. Felix smirked.

“Then I won’t,” he pushed in further, stretching Chris more than any of his toys ever had. He moaned louder than intended.

“Sorry,” he blushed.

“No need to apologize. I want to know if you’re enjoying yourself,” Felix said.

“Okay,” Chris replied. Felix leaned down and kissed him as he bottomed out. Chris moaned again.

“Sounds like we’re off to a good start,” Felix pulled back and kissed Chris’s nose. Chris nodded vigorously. Felix started taking long strokes, hitting every sensitive spot inside Chris.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” Chris whimpered.

“Do your best. I want to get at least 2 out of you,” Felix told him. Chris whined louder in response. Felix pushed his other leg up to open him up even more. Chris arched his back against the bed and balled his fists in the sheets.

“Felix...” he moaned.

“Did you want something, baby?” Felix asked.

“Harder,” the other man whimpered. Felix grinned and thrust deeper.

“Fuck!” Chris panted. Felix grinned.

“You sound so nice. I wonder what you sound like when you’re coming,” he said. He began working Chris’s prostate. Chris dug his fingers into Felix’s arms.

“I’m gonna, I’m...” Chris could barely get the words out.

“You’re gonna...?” Felix prompted. Seconds later, Chris was contracting around Felix’s cock. Come shot out onto his stomach as he writhed and keened. Felix didn’t stop working him through his orgasm. When Chris sounded like he finished, Felix reached down and grasped his cock.

“Time to come for me again,” he said.

“I dunno...” Chris panted. Felix was already taking long strokes, using his come as lube.

“You can do it. I know you can,” he grinned. He kept thrusting in time with his strokes. Chris whined and squirmed under him. He felt himself start to shake again. Chris bucked his hips into Felix’s hand as he came a second time. Almost nothing came out and it burned slightly, but Chris didn’t care.

“I’m done. That’s all,” he panted.

“My turn,” Felix kissed him and roughly bucked into him. It didn’t take long for him to finish, filling the condom with all he had. He pulled out, tied off the condom, and lied next to Chris.

“Good?” he asked.

“Good? That’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” Chris still hadn’t fully caught his breath.

“Not all my customers get this as a bonus,” Felix teased.

“So I’m special?” Chris rolled his head to look at Felix.

“Yes you are,” he replied.

“Do I owe you extra?” Chris smiled.

“I’m a drug dealer, not an escort,” Felix rolled over on his side.

“You’re awfully open about your illegal income,” Chris looked up at him.

“It pisses off my parents. They already have a perfect heir. I’m the spare,” his tone suddenly had an edge to it.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Chris said.

“My sister is Olivia Lee,” Felix huffed.

“Oh...OH,” Chris said.

“Yeah,” Felix rolled his eyes. Probably the only person with a higher social standing than Chris was Olivia Lee. She’d started as a model, then became an actress on a popular drama, and recently married the son of the Kim family descended from ancient Korean royalty. Chris had no idea she had a younger brother or any siblings for that matter.

“So this is a big ‘fuck you’ to your parents and your sister?” Chris asked.

“Mostly my parents. Liv never did anything wrong,” Felix sighed. “She helps pay for this place. I think she feels guilty.”

Chris wasn’t sure what to say.

“You want a drink?” he asked before Chris could say anything. Chris didn’t realize he’d come down from his high until right then.

“Sure,” he agreed. Felix got up and put on a robe from the closet. He handed Chris the other one. It was silk and he found himself running his hands down it.

“Have you never worn a robe before?” Felix laughed as they walked back into the kitchen.

“I don’t really wear robes,” he replied.

“You walk around the house naked?” Felix teased.

“Mostly old sweatpants,” Chris told him.

“Pick your poison,” Felix said as he opened a cabinet and gestured to the bottles.

“I’ll be classy in my silk robe. A vodka martini with no olives,” Chris replied.

“Olives not your thing?” Felix asked as he put the ingredients together.

“They’re nasty,” Chris wrinkled his nose.

“More for me then,” the other man pulled one out of the jar and popped it in his mouth. Chris made another face as Felix laughed. Chris watched Felix as he mixed the drinks. His eyeliner had smudged during their antics. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been wearing eyeliner. It was hot.

“What?” Felix asked as he handed Chris his drink.

“Just admiring your eyeliner,” Chris replied. Felix self consciously rubbed under his eye. Chris reached out and pulled his hand down.

“No, it’s sexy,” Chris said. “I’ve never gotten to mess up a guy’s makeup before.”

“What about a girl’s makeup?” Felix asked.

“They aren’t my type,” Chris pulled the smaller man into him. “You, on the other hand, are very much my type.” Felix blushed a little.

“Mr Confident Dealer blushes with a tiny compliment from his hookup?” Chris teased.

“Maybe you’re my type, too,” he said.

“Because I’m rich?” Chris asked.

“Because you’re hot and if you like my eyeliner then maybe you’d like some other things I have,” he replied.

“I’m listening,” Chris ran his hands down Felix’s back to his ass.

“I have some lacy things that I never get to wear because the guys I’m with don’t...appreciate them,” Felix wrapped his arm around Chris’s shoulders. Chris’s cock twitched.

“Lacy things?” he breathed.

“Mmhmm,” Felix purred.

“Can I see some?” Chris asked.

“If you promise not to rip them when you take them back off me,” he told him.

“Oh no, gorgeous. You’re gonna fix your makeup, put on those pretty things, and fuck me again wearing them,” Chris kissed his neck.

“Really?” Felix let out a shaky breath.

“Unless you don’t want to,” Chris replied.

“No, no I want to. I really, really want to,” Felix nodded.

“Then I’m going to finish this drink in record time so you can get ready,” Chris squeezed his ass.

“I like that idea,” Felix leaned back and grabbed his drink. Chris grabbed his drink over Felix’s shoulder. He finished it in almost one gulp. Felix sipped his, looking at Chris through his long lashes.

“Should I go get ready?” he asked.

“I think you should,” Chris kissed him.

“Give me 5 minutes, then come into the bedroom. I don’t want you to see what I’ll be wearing,” Felix told him.

“If I can wait 5 minutes,” Chris teased.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it,” Felix kissed his jaw. Chris shivered. “Five minutes.”

“Okay,” Chris replied. Five minutes felt like an hour. Chris almost ran into the bedroom when the time was up. The bathroom door was closed.

“How are you doing?” Chris called.

“Getting there,” Felix replied. Chris took off his robe and sat on the bed. He bounced his leg as he waited. A few minutes later, the bathroom door cracked open.

“You ready?” he asked.

“So ready,” Chris sat up straighter. Felix opened the door completely. To Chris’s untrained eye, it was cream lace with a plunging neckline that looked like a bathing suit. He turned so Chris could see the back. It barely covered anything and tied at his lower back. He’d done a smoky eye and swiped on light pink lip gloss.

“You. Are. So. Hot,” Chris was convinced he got hard immediately.

“Really?” Felix looked down shyly. Chris got up and hugged Felix.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Chris cupped Felix’s ass.

“Drug dealers aren’t supposed to want to be pretty. I’m supposed to be a bad boy. Or something,” he replied.

“I’m sure you aren’t supposed to fuck your customers either,” Chris told him. He kissed Felix ferociously. Felix pulled himself closer into Chris.

“I’m my own boss. I can do whatever I want,” Felix kissed him again. Chris snaked his hand up the back of the smaller man’s neck and curled his fingers in his hair. Felix dug his nails into Chris’s hips.

“You ready, baby?” Chris whispered. Felix nodded. He tipped them back onto the bed. Felix stretched out on top of him, taking Chris’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging.

“I didn’t know where the condoms were,” Chris said.

“I’m okay with not using one if you are,” Felix replied.

“Sure,” Chris reached over his head and grabbed the lube. Felix took it from him and swiped it up and down the shaft. Chris groaned under Felix's touch. He adjusted the bottom of the lingerie and slowly slid back into Chris.

“Feel good?” Felix asked.

“Amazing,” Chris rested his hands on Felix’s hips. He was beautiful. Breathtakingly, awe inspiringly beautiful and Chris was currently speared on his dick. Again. “You can always be pretty with me.”

“Thank you,” he smiled down at him. “I like that idea.”

“So you’re gonna keep me around?” Chris said.

“I am,” Felix kissed him at the same time he started slowly rolling his hips.

“So good...” Chris moaned into Felix’s mouth.

“I’ve barely started,” the other man replied. Chris grunted as Felix kept kissing him. He moved his hips faster and curled his fingers into the sheets. Chris splayed his fingers across Felix’s ass while he moved.

“Baby, you’re so gorgeous,” Chris panted.

“Thank you,” Felix gasped. Chris’s lips were sticky with the gloss. It tasted faintly of strawberries. He moved his hands from Felix’s hips into his hair as Felix leaned down to kiss him again.

“Should I wait?” he whispered.

“No, baby. Do what you want,” Chris replied. Felix smiled against Chris’s lips. He began fucking Chris as hard as he could. Chris let go and stretched out so he could watch Felix between his legs. The other man threw his head back as he got close.

“Fuck,” he gasped. His cock emptied what little it had left into Chris. When he finally finished, he leaned back panting, his blond hair stuck to his face.

“Chris...” he started.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Chris ran his hands down Felix’s sides.

“Okay,” he nodded. He pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to Chris.

“Thank you,” he grinned.

“Least I could do for the best sex of my life,” Chris kissed him.

“And the best sex I’ve ever had,” Felix hugged him close.

“Oh really?” Chris brushed a lock of hair behind Felix’s ear.

“You let me be myself,” he replied.

“So you’re not a badass drug dealer?” Chris teased.

“Oh I am, but I still want to be pretty,” Felix smiled up at him.

“You’re a mystery Felix Lee,” he kissed Felix’s nose.

“Thank you. I think,” he replied. Chris thought for a moment.

“You know what, tell your sister that she can stop paying your rent,” he said.

“What? Why?” Felix sat up a little.

“I want to do it,” Chris sat up in front of him.

“You’ve known me for 4 hours,” Felix insisted.

“I know, but you know things about people sometimes. Unless I’m totally wrong and this was just a hookup for you,” he said.

“Definitely not just a hookup,” Felix agreed.

“I want someone to spoil. I want to buy you pretty things. Will you let me do that?” Chris asked.

“How do you know I won’t take advantage of you?” Felix smirked.

“Because you already had your chance,” Chris grinned.

“What do I tell her? Business took off?” Felix asked.

“Or you got a sugar daddy,” Chris gave him a quick pop on the ass.

“Oooh, I like that. I’ve always wanted to be a sugar baby,” Felix bumped his nose on Chris’s.

“I’d say I should get dumped more often, but...” Chris trailed off.

“You have a lot of lingerie to see and I’m not letting you leave until you’ve seen all of it,” Felix kissed him.

“Correction, until you’ve fucked me in all of it,” the other man told him.

“This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” Felix smiled. “But I’m very sticky. Bath or shower?”

“Bath. Easier to grope you,” Chris replied.

“I love how your dirty mind works,” Felix got up and walked to the bathroom. He took his time to let Chris enjoy the view. He was definitely feeling that he hadn’t finished now. Felix gave him an exaggerated wink before he disappeared into the bathroom. Chris heard the water start and quickly grabbed his phone out of his pants. He opened up Hyunjin’s last message.

Chris: That’s fine. Enjoy the rest of your life.

“You ready, baby?” Felix poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Absolutely,” Chris beamed.

2 Years Later

“We’re so happy to have Chris as part of the family. We never thought Felix would settle down,” Chris and Felix overheard Mrs Lee saying.

“Mom, really,” Felix sighed as they came up behind her.

“It’s true,” she said. Felix resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Then Chris saw who she was talking to.

“Hi Hyunjin,” he said.

“Hi Chris...Felix...” he looked like a deer in headlights.

“Come to congratulate us on our wedding?” Felix asked, not so casually showing off his ring.

“Even if it was 6 months ago,” Chris added.

“I was...out of town,” Hyunjin shifted uncomfortably. Hyunjin dumping Chris the night before their wedding was probably the worst kept secret in the country. Mrs Lee was thrilled that Chris had married into their family instead. She would talk about it to anyone who she could corner. Including Chris’s ex.

“We’re gonna hit the bar. Have fun,” Felix looped his arm through Chris’s leaving Hyunjin at the Lee matriarch’s mercy.

“Did you see his face?” Felix laughed when they got far enough away.

“I think he died on the spot,” Chris replied, taking 2 glasses of champagne.

“Cheers,” Chris clinked his against his husband’s. Felix looked at him coyly. Chris knew that look. It meant he was wearing something scandalous under his suit.

“You wanna get out of here?” Felix grinned.

“I wanna see what’s under those pants,” Chris pulled him closer.

“Then let’s go home, hubby,” Felix kissed him.

“I love you,” Chris smiled happily.

“I love you, too,” Felix replied.

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no guys see robooty itager is the slowest burn fucking imaginable. because i think that 1) italy would have to initiate them dating since germany thinks hes rejected forever after buon san valentino (my boy loves one sided crush) and 2) if they dont slow burn theyll crash and explode. because i think italy takes forever to realize he genuinely really fucking love germany and ONLY loves him and is willing to be loyal 'n treat him well to have him. Since i think italy isnt the type to really love ever since his kindergarten crush so he takes forever to recognize what he feels is genuine love (plus his love is born from a sense of entitlement but thats a whole 'nother enchilada). but yeah and because they take forever and are fully developed in their feelings when they date things are happy happy sunshine swag peace and love ❤️ they do stupid shit as bros the only difference now is they make out sometimes and japan cries himself to sleep everyday ^_^

but in a world where somehow they started dating BEFORE italy completely sorts out his feelings then OHHHH MY GOD. HELLWORLD. LITERAL HELLWORLD. because italy would totally cheat on germany and germanys heart would have youtube poop glass shattering effect explosion and italy would be #unloyal and #mean #scumgong and he would break up with germany for being so clingy and upset about him breaking his heart everyday or germany would break up with italy because everyone in his entire life (2 people: japan and prussia) is telling him that he needs to because italys making him chew glass (they take like 6 years to convince him and have to resort to saying its for italys own good if he breaks up with him). and then when they break up germany would hashtag die and explode because he obviously still loves italy but hes held back by prussia to not come back to him and tries to satiate his autistic brain by thinking "he was mean to me and told me to leave. im sorry ill leave now sorry for bothering you" and he also doesnt feel close to anybody except italy and has to go "brother....... i am.... not feeling good right now........" and cant say much else bc WE SAW IN THE ANIME GERMANY WANTED TO VENT ABT ITALY AND REALIZED HE HAS NOBODY BC HE ONLY IS CLOSE ENOUGH IN THAT WAY TO ITALY. and then cut to italy and hes partying it up because hes pissed off at germany for being on his ass hardcore every single day for the past god knows how long (hate my wife syndrome) until a while later the partying slows down and he has a bunch of moments where he thinks "well usually right now germany would do [thing]" and that builds up until he is hit with the full realization that germany is not going to stay by his side anymore. because hes run away now and hes never ever coming back. and that realization is like the evil version of italy realizing that he loves germany and wants him to ALWAYS be by his side; so much so that hes willing to do what it takes and compromise and be loyal n shit to make that happen. and now italy is freaking out because he doesnt feel this urge ever and now hes already fumbled the dude hes fr in gays with. but this realization is evil because its under a sense of panic and shit so its also motivated by italy feeling a sense of entitlement to having germany by his side and like HES SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.

and from there italy would get back together with germany either easily bc he would just ask and say sorry and germany would go "well to be fair I should have been better as well. yes we should try again i want to too, i will try my best to not fail you this time." or it would be hard because germany would have his mind made up (with prussias support and urging and shit) to be like no italy we arent good for eachother and i cant (shouldnt) forgive you for doing those things to me and italy would be like Oh. and chew glass and freak the fuck out until he decides hes going to use #emotional manipulation and sob to everyone about how germany wont take him back and make everyone hate on germany and call him a terrible guy n shit to make germany feel so guilty and think hes an awful person to italy that he takes italy back. but even then their relationship is now fucked up forever because they live in perfect symbiosis thats their entire thing but now they dont because germany now has doubt of italy because of how he went into their relationship before and didnt give a fuck and italy unlocked his evil paranoia because now when he gets scared that germany will leave him he cant be comforted by thinking that would never happen because IT DID. HE WAS SEPERATED FROM HIM IT IS POSSIBLE TO MAKE GERMANY RUN AWAY. and because of that italy gets a lot more freaky about not wanting anyone to like germany so germany wont like them more than him and being emotionally manipulative and possessive and yandere shit because his paranoia is driving him to it. itager is great because it has so much potential to be evil like italy could emotionally manipulate germany so hard and all that shit but it would never happen because germany is so loyal and obsessed with italy that he never makes italy feel paranoid and like he has to. theyre like imagine if someone who has potential yandere gene in them dated a person who loved them more than anything in the entire universe and bends to their every will and never even glances at another person. that yandere gene is never getting activated bruh and at most manifests when italys like WAHHHH GERMANY YOU WONT LIKE RUSSIA MORE THAN ME RIGHT?? WHY DONT I HAVE THE MOST GERMAN TOURISTS IN THE WORLD WTF IS THERE SOMETHING ABOUT ME I NEED TO CHANGE????? but in the world where they rush things they break up and it disrupts all this homeostasis and makes them a little evil afterwards because italy has excessive paranoia that cant be quenched and germany has autism doubt because "he betrayed me once...... so hell probably betray me again *cries*"

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Tags: Nina first person POV train of consciousness, suicidal thoughts, self harm, substance abuse, it's a heavy one, sorry

The year I was born was the year that the government made it so that paracetamol had to be sold in blister packs rather than bottles. It was meant to prevent suicides as opening up individual packs was harder and gave a person more time to think. I want nothing more than to kill myself every time I have to dig my nail in to pop the foil but whatever. It worked, at least from what I've been told, never bothered to actually look it up.

Paracetamol poisoning is lousy fucking way to go anyways. Very English to choose a slow and miserable death. On par with the other preferred, yet slow, method of alcoholism. Nothing beats a destroyed liver and kidneys, I suppose.

I decided years ago how I'd kill myself. I won't mention it here in case someone gets nosy and gets me sectioned. It's not something I dwell on, but it feels like a back up plan, I guess. Like how some women have a secret cash fund in case their boyfriend beats them, I have my suicide plan.

I don't want to kill myself. More out of not wanting to hurt Kyle than anything else. It also seems like too much work most days. Why kill myself when I can drink a bottle of wine and curl up in bed?

There are rough days.

Like a spring is being compressed inside me and one day it'll release in some violent display against myself. I have to gently release the pressure. Always quietly. Always invisibly. Fear of my father trumped all other emotions growing up.

Plucking body hair (avoid the face!) and skin picking and scratching (avoid face and hands!) being two particular favorites of mine. One pair of tweezers can reliably do both. Sit in the tub to clean away any hair, skin or blood. Come out and present myself like the glossy, red eyed girl I am.

It's my biggest secret, strangely proud of that. Kyle doesn't know, despite once walking in on me aggressively plucking arm pit hair out (Do you not own a razor, you weirdo?). Growing up in the early era of "mental health awareness" that hammered in this behavior was not done for attention. That only made me feel worse as a teen, who fantasied whole heartedly about her father walking in on her, razor in hand, who would then fall to his knees and sob out apologies for not paying enough attention to her to notice. I never good at getting his attention in the first place so feeling like it was faux pas only increased my covert skills.

None of that helps with the post pain shame. The patheticness of it all. If I was a man I could simply punch a whole in the wall and break my fist. I don't want any more pity. My family is already dead.

Everyone looks at me different now. i try to act like it doesn't bother me and most of the time it doesn't. I'm not really friends with the rest of the staff at work.

It's Kyle though. Twenty odd years of friendship and he looks at me differently. I don't know if its pity or something else but I hate it. It's like he gets sad looking at me. I don't want to be that. Sex was never rough rough but now its like he doesn't want to break me, like he's afraid to touch me.

We broke up. I couldn't fucking do it. It was like chewing glass.

The only person who doesn't look at me differently, abiet he rarely looks at me at all, is Simon. Maybe it's why I let him take me home and basically give him free reign.

I don't have to think about it. I don't have to worry about him telling me he loves me. I don't have to worry about disappointing him. It might be because he doesn't actually like me so nothing I do will make him think less of me. I can just lay there. He does the work to make me cum and that's it. Wears a condom without complaint too.

It's easy.

He doesn't stay the night, which is fine, I can just enjoy myself with a bottle of wine in bed.

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