#he threw a wine bottle at a drunk girl

[dannybobany]

Really old oc of mine I decided to draw (because he kinda looks like Basil omori)

He’s so old in fact I was never a good enough artist to draw him how I wanted when I still used him so. Here’s a gift for my younger self :}

[incidentallysunny]

Through The Skin

Real Uncle!Leon

Dead dove warning.

7k word count. Proof read lightly. Critique is welcomed and my skin is thick for it.

I'd like to appear in the tagz pls so here's a warning. My writing is not ever meant to be taken literally and is just for the sake of writing fxcked up content that I enjoy writing. If you do not wish to read this, please do not as my intentions are not to offend or make you intentionally uncomfortable but if you choose to read- don't be hateful. With that out of the way, extremely sensitive content and dead dove material ahead.

Specifically blood-related incest, smut, suicidal ideation, mentions of grotesque imagery, light mentions of gore in a hypothetical scenario, age-gap, overall just some disturbing topics.

As far as smut specifically: this includes talking of public sex, public female oral-recieving, Leon has dick piercings surprise, make and female oral, fingering, unprotected sex, cream-pie (wrap your willy irl pls) praise, dirty talk, spitting, any probably some other irrelevant shit I'm forgetting my bad.

PROCEED if you read the above, are okay with it, and are mentally unwell like I am. Happy reading, it's a long one.

To be quite frank, you didn’t give a shit about a single holiday party that your parents threw. Having to hug and touch on people you didn’t even know, putting on a fake smile and pretending as if you remembered them at all. Exhausting for a young woman to keep up this charade for so long. You’re sure your relatives noticed the dying spark in your eyes over time. Living Growing does that to a person. You spent all night fetching beers and other pre-packaged, alcoholic drinks- hoping he would show up every time you had to hand one out. Still one less face you’re can be enthralled to see.

You sat at the dining table, leaned onto an elbow with your face in your palm. Clearly a dejected and annoyed pose but everyone here was too cheery or already deep in the ‘special occasion’ wine bottle to even piece that together. Your other hand traced the ringed patterns in the wood surface, wondering how old it had been before it was chopped down ruthlessly by some hot guy with a chainsaw who was getting paid way too much to be fucking up nature left and right. All so that some college-aged girl could sit at the furniture it had been made into and sulk. God, an almost 40 year old tree. That’s pretty fucking old. You’re glad it lived a somewhat long life (in human years, not tree years.) ‘Cause some trees live a few hundred or even thousand years. So maybe it was taken too soon before it became the placeholder for your familial drunken talks. While you were distracted, annoyed, and pitying yourself, the table all erupted into ‘Hey, long time no see!’s , laughter, and other delightful sentiments that were jolly and deafening enough to make you jump. Loud noises weren’t your thing.

Before you could regain your composure and turn your torso in the hand-carved, deep-brown varnished chair- a hand graced the presence of your slumped shoulder.

“Hey, babydoll. Long time no see.” The voice greeted, husky and rough like a patch of concrete you’ve definitely scraped your knee on a time or two. Basically, it was familiar, which is what you’re getting at.

Uncle Leon.

You turned your full body now, swinging your legs to the side of the seat- a few laughs slopped from the table.

Everyone knew how much you loved and fawned over your Uncle- your dad rivaling how much you seemed to prefer his brother over him. Well duh, dad. It’s because he’s fun and you’re a hard-ass. And ugly to look at. Your poor, poor mom.

It had been years since you saw your uncle. Since you were freshly 18, to be exact. Your dad wasn’t too keen on having him around his barely-legal daughter- probably because he could practically smell it on you that you want your uncle to pop your cherry. You still remembered his few quirks, too. He was always sloppy yet casually drunk wherever he was, he hated fireworks (due to PTSD as your dad explained), and he had always been known to be grabby with people- probably because of the alcohol. He was a weird guy, but you loved him all the same. It broke the normalcy of your home and made things interesting to be around him. However- none of this was the focus. His stubble, dark-liquored bags under his eyes that almost resemble eyeliner, and dark-tinted hair were. And god, his chin. Could be a replacement for a Sybian, if you had one. All of that aside, he looks sexy. That’s so fucking weird to say about your dad’s brother, but calling it weird is also so outdated. Fucking your hot, middle-aged uncle is in; getting a boyfriend your age is out.

You stood up swiftly, hugging him tightly around the waist and almost toppling him. He chuckled, steadying himself with one arm around your back and the other on the table to catch himself. Once he felt he was steady enough, the other arm joined around you- the embrace squeezing you like a stress ball. You worried that your eyes might be a little more loose in your skull than before.

“Gotta be careful, kiddo. You’re gonna take down your uncle one of these days.” He teases, moving out of the hug and letting his hands explore their way down your back- resting on the small of it. Digits perched like a bird where your back starts to curve into your ass- not sweetly or gentle- but like one of those huge-taloned hawks that would rip your flesh off. You only say that because his hands are big and rough- and you’ve heard stories of what your uncle does for work (plus the alcohol is making him need to stabilize himself so he doesn’t crash you both into the nearby counter and cause any serious brain injury. At least then you could excuse the bubbling of strange feelings as TBI). Oh, and with how handsy he was known to be (Just ask your Aunt Claire on your mom’s side). But he had never been that way with you- not until now.

You see your dad eyeing him like the same kind of big-taloned hawk from across the table. They’re cut from the same feathers- except your dad must have been the one that never learned to fly. Pushed out of the nest by a sharp shove of a beak and bit every branch of the ugly tree on the way down. Cause he’s a lot weaker and uglier than your uncle. How he pulled your mom is a miracle and a mystery.

“Hey, uh. Honey. Come sit back down. No need in playing into your uncle’s fashionably late, drunken stupor.” He quips towards you while grilling Leon about being late, nursing his own drink with that ugly grin. You roll your eyes. Leon removes his hands from you- putting them up in defense of himself and leaving your back with an empty feeling.

“Hey, hey. Just hugging my beautiful niece.” He turned to address you again. “Been years since I’ve seen you, sweetheart. Look even better than your momma.” You feel a blush creep up at Leon’s words, but your dad clears his throat and your mom pays him no mind. Just an eye roll and sip of a wine cooler. To be honest, even she probably fucked your uncle. You couldn’t blame her if she did.

You huff and sit back down, crossing your arms. Your dad always had to ruin everything. If you fuck your uncle or kiss him or whatever and don’t like it, you can just go to therapy. Leon snickered behind you, patting your shoulder before leaning in next to your ear.

“Come join me out on the deck in a bit. I’m sure you’re tired of being smothered in here with the fun police.”

You feel muggy from his words. Like a Louisiana swamp type muggy. Is your hair sticking to you? Are there zika-virus bearing mosquitos pricking you or is that just undiagnosed anxiety?

You bounce your leg under the table while you hear the sliding door open and close in the distance. Minutes pass of you twiddling your thumbs- and you excuse yourself to sneak off- exiting out the same heavy sliding door that Leon used.

When you sealed it behind you- the smell of whiskey filled your nostrils- sizzling off any hairs that your nose so proudly grew for much needed germ-protection. A hand slapped itself gracelessly onto the glass above you in the dark, trapping you in place. Predictable uncle.

“Shit, sorry sweetheart. Lost my footing. Y’know how it is. I’m always taking spills here and there.” You felt giddy and blistered all over, speaking back to him.

“S’okay. Sorry about dad.” You excused, breathing in. Leon’s other hand patted you low on your hip as he chuckled into your ear- sending off more whiskey breath.

“It’s okay, sweet thing. Your dad can be that way. I’m not exactly safe to be around in his eyes. Besides, he’s just doing his job- looking out for his little girl.” He explains, not making any efforts to move. You predicted this- but it wasn’t unwelcome.

“Why’s that?” You dare to ask, sounding purposefully puzzled- but Leon knows better. And you know the answer.

“It’s ‘cause your Uncle likes ‘em young and pretty.” He mulls the information over you, the words sliding down you like a vibration that sets off a perfect sensation to your already throbbing clit. Because you’re always horny. The hand on your hip now kneads your ass under your skirt- somehow getting there without notice.

“O-oh.” You choke on the word like it’s quicksand in your throat- but only the quicksand is the prospect of having your uncle plow you until you develop early onset dementiaSo really, the quicksand isn’t bad in this instance. You jump into it face first for a good mouthful.

“Shouldn’t be wearing something so short when you know your dirty old uncle is coming over. Can’t keep my eyes where they’re supposed t’be.” He mutters low, leaning down to tickle the shell of your ear with his voice.

“Knew you were coming over. I wanted to look pretty for you.” Saying it makes your head spin, but like in the good way. The sound Leon makes is between a groan that says ‘good god, I’m going to bury my cock inside you right the fuck now’ and ‘I figured as much’. A simple cocktail of horniness and knowing.

“Mm, just want to kiss you everywhere, you know? Love it how sweet you are.” He murmurs into your scented hair, using the hand from the wall to push aside any strands that are in his way. He kisses the back of your neck and his breath scorches your skin. The affection is sloppy and leaves small bits of saliva behind, his barely-darting-out tongue making you ache even more.

“U-uncle.” You shuddered, a slight protest to your voice. Not ‘cause you don’t like it but because you’re worried someone will see. Or that you’ll never want off of his dick. He can be your personal IUD, all buried in your cervix.

Leon ignored the shared thought that someone could see because the way you referred to him made his dick jump in his jeans. Plus, the whole family knows he’s a sleeze. They’d see him balls deep in you and say ‘Ah, that’s Leon for you’ And look the other way until his next sexual prospect. One of the many reasons that Aunt Claire doesn't visit and Aunt Ada divorced his ass. Her loss. You’d happily share him if it were you. It’s only right to share a man that looks like a washed-up pornstar. His dick is great too. Not ‘cause you’re guessing- but because you saw it one time. Last time you saw him actually- the whole incident that left you wanting to see him again oh-so-badly. He had stumbled in the bathroom to piss- ignoring you at the sink. It’s whatever, he was totally wasted and probably didn’t see you. Nor did he probably see the fact you were gawking at his big dick. Or his nice ass, cause he had let his pants drop completely in his hazy state.

“Mm, what is it, babydoll? Hey- Think anyone’d notice if I fingered this sweet little pussy right now?” His voice cut through your memory and thick, long fingers teased the swell of your pussy lips through your underwear, making your hips contract with excitement. Your breath fans over the glass and smogs it.

“I don’t know- maybe.” You huff, trying to keep your composure. It sure is fucking hard when God’s gift to women is about to finger-fuck you at your parent’s house with 20 or so family members inside the property. You second guess yourself now. Maybe God's gift to women doesn’t go around playing with a pussy that belongs to their niece. Or maybe God was fed up with some girls missing out so he created sexually-attractive uncle’s to even any scores. You’ll be attending church this upcoming Sunday. Not because you’re going to follow through with blood-related fornication but because you want to thank the higher-ups properly for this fine piece of ass you’re about to receive from. Or maybe you shouldn’t step foot there, the whole ‘bursting into flames for egregious sinning’ type thing. Wait a minute- there’s literally daddy-daughter incest in the Book of Genesis, so you’ll happily sin away and tell god to fuck off while doing it. Okay maybe that’s a little uncalled for.

Leon tugged your panties to the side, breathing shakily.

“Fuck. I gotta see it, baby.” He mumbles, dropping to one knee with the other bent and still supporting the front of him. Underwear aside, he uses his hands to spread you out- taking in the sight of your damp folds. Damp is putting it lightly. His thumb collects some of your slick and he nearly cums right there.

“You save your first time for me?” He questions. In his mind, you’ve already had a dick or two. He can work with that. Those little guys your age don’t match up to him, but he’s blindsided when you whine about being a virgin, begging him to stick it in or something. Now, Leon’s not the greatest guy morally. At all. But if he’s going to pop your pussy like a soda cap for the first time, he’s going to do it in private cause he’s not stopping for anything. And privacy allows just that. Again- it’s not about it being special, just private. He’ll turn you out good and well.

“Sorry sweetheart. I wanna fuck this needy hole when it’s just us. Think you can wait?” He asks, before darting his tongue out to taste you and lapping up any of you that’s continuously dripping out from pent-up arousal. Your knees almost buckle and he puts his hands under the curve of your ass to hold you still. Your brain goes so mushy you almost forgot to respond.

“Y-yes, uncle Leon.” You whine like a pathetic puppy- begging for something that it didn’t need. But actually, you did need your uncle’s dick so badly. He laughs against your cunt, seemingly happy with that answer. Before you can properly nut like you want, you see your dad pass by in the distance of the sliding door. You tap the glass gently to alert Leon with a small series of clicks. He shoots his head up, yanking your panties back into place and using the sleeve of his leather jacket to wipe his mouth.

“Fuck- always such a blue-balling asshole for anyone, I swear. Sorry, pretty girl.” He smooths down your hair, making sure you look presentable. Well- besides your face that’s red enough to be used as a lit flare.

“Go inside. I’m sure he’s looking for you, babydoll.” He grabs you drunkenly by the upper arm, pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek.

“Come by mine sometime. I’ll be home, for once.” He mutters the last part, loosening his hold on you and starting down the steps of the deck.

“Okay. I’ll see you later, Uncle Leon.” You sound so disappointed and miserable. Pouty. Leon gets it.

“Later, babydoll.”

He heads down the path of the backyard and through the connecting gate that leads to the driveway, the sound of his motorcycle’s engine revving is the cue that he’s definitely headed off.

You let yourself back in, acting inconspicuous. But your dad is already waiting with crossed arms. Yuck.

“Did I not tell you several times about hanging around your uncle. He’s a weird guy. I don’t mind him coming over but, god.” He lays into you, mostly just insulting his brother. You roll your eyes as you normally do. You’ve never not had an attitude with your father. He was born to be shit on in your eyes- barely deserved your mom, as is. Besides, He had no backbone whatsoever.

“Just go upstairs.” He asked, cause he never told you to do anything. Just asked and hoped you’d listen. You were pleased enough to have gotten as much as your uncle tonguing your cunt, so you can comply a bit longer. You go upstairs to your room, shutting the door and lying down.

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It’s a week later when you finally get to see your uncle. You managed to convince your dad to let you borrow his car, ‘cause you’re a broke college student and can’t afford that right now. Plus you’re spoiled but not enough for a car, apparently. Whoops. Probably because your dad knows as soon as he signs the papers, you’re going to drive to his brother’s house and impale yourself on his dick for life. He’d rather you go to college and get a train ran on you or something, at least.

You hoped you had remembered the right place at first, until Leon’s motorcycle was spotted in the lot. Good, he’s home. You still questioned your memory as you were walking up the flights of stairs in the apartment building, tugging down the back of your skirt when you felt it was airing out your ass too much (for any passerbys, not Leon). After reaching the 12th floor and navigating the scarily clean hallway (the few decorations in the area made it less horror-esque), you found the right (?) door. Your knock was soft because again, you weren’t entirely sure. Just going off of childhood memories.

After hearing a shuffle inside, it didn’t take long for it to swing open, Leon standing in the doorway shirtless with a pair of grey, thin sweatpants loose on his hipbones. His v-line was saying hello to you. Hello to you, too.

“Pretty girl! Hey! Thought you’d never come by. Sorry about the attire- been having a lazy day since I’m off work.” He moved aside for you to come in, the door shutting behind you when you accepted the unspoken invitation. His place was nice. A little cluttered with a half-packed suitcase; clothes messily thrown on top and some paperwork and a passport in a heap on the desk nearby, but still nice. Not to mention spacious. Thank god.

“It’s okay, really. You deserve some relaxation time, you know?” You try to be cool and collected- not getting to the main point of your visit. Even if you did have genuine interest in your uncle as a person.

“Isn’t that the truth? Want a drink?” He asked, already walking towards his kitchen. You don’t immediately reply because the sway of his ass is… something else, but you manage to snap yourself from the hypnotizing gaze of it. He’s got a whiskey glass and bottle already on the counter, waiting for a reply.

“Sure.” You tell him, knowing damn well you can’t handle your alcohol. You get all fucking lovey and touchy, and you’ve only drank like 3 times. And sure. You did come here to fuck him, but you were nervous. Okay, never mind. That gives a complete need for liquid courage.

He makes his way to the hallway- switching something on the AC control before sitting on the couch, adjacent from the chair you’re nestled in. You’re taking small sips of the whiskey, burning your throat, sinuses, and any nervousness down like a forest fire. Leon just sits, legs splayed apart like how men always sit. Except you can see his fat-ass dick print. God, kill me now. Or after I’ve sucked it, at least. You see, too, what looks like indents in the fabric- piercings maybe? Or the folds of the pants are sitting weird.

“Did you find the place okay?” He asks, coming off like he cares- which he does- but he’s mostly waiting to get you and himself sloppy for fucking so he’s just stalling now.

You nod, bottom lip tucked into your mouth- if you talk it’s going to be about his dick being huge or his dick being inside you. Leon allows you another deep sip, finishing off the liquid completely.

“I actually remembered how to get here just about perfectly.” You spoke, laughing a little. Yeah, you’d be gone completely in a few minutes. You already felt yourself slipping into a hazy, bubbly state. Leon could tell, too. Good for him. He loved when the girl was sloppier than the pussy attached to her.

“Smart girl. Always have been.” He took a long, heavy drink- finishing off his glass. You watched how his stomach twitched or moved even the slightest when he adjusted himself, the same with his arms. He was muscular yet lean- like he didn’t eat enough some days. Figures. Beauty isn’t easy and he looked good, and maybe that’s why he got plastered all the time so easily. No appetite=no tolerance. However, you were most certainly not afraid to look at the hard work. Even more so with alcohol brewing in your stomach acid and then liver.

Leon patted his leg, fingers drumming on the material of his sweatpants.

“Come sit. You can tell me more about it on your uncle’s lap.” Gross. Gross in the hot way. The gross-hot way you want him to fold and twist you like a pretzel. So no, you don’t abhor the idea of sitting in his lap.

You don’t even hesitate, standing and nearly falling over- realizing you forgot how wobbly your legs could get while inebriated. Leon reached forward to grab your hand and waist, letting you fall directly onto his lap, ass to crotch. Like a puzzle piece. An incestual puzzle piece- which ideally shouldn’t fit together but it just does.

You feel his cock twitch under you; he’s anticipated this, obviously. His hands slid up your thighs, and down again, then back up- like he’s appreciating them.

“Got the prettiest legs, baby. Want them on your uncle’s shoulders, don’t you?” He cooed, scooting you to the edge of his lap just enough to get his cock out of his bottoms. You turn to look behind you, twisting yourself a bit to get a look at it. Christ. One, he was big. The kind of dick that couldn’t stand ‘cause it was heavy and long. Two. It had a few piercings down the front of his shaft, gleaming in the light. So not only were you about to take your first dick, but a pierced one (like you had suspected). Okay…you didn’t remember seeing those the only other time you ever saw his dick by accident. New additions.

Leon stroked your hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his dick.

“Trust me, feels a lot better than it looks. I promise it doesn’t hurt. Even for virgins.” He adds, like he knows that for a fact. “Nothing you can’t handle for me.”

Okay, he’s right. You’d take his fist if it meant his approval, honestly. How bad could it be?

You move to spin yourself around on his lap, Leon’s amused at your eagerness. He holds his cock, spitting down onto it so he can stroke himself while he puts a hand onto your neck. You’re pulled by the hold into a slow, messy, spitty kiss. He’s definitely experienced, as you are not. His tongue makes its way against yours like he’s silently teaching you how to kiss him open mouthed. Not so hard, you think. He groans into your mouth as he handles himself, maneuvering his cock to brush against your underwear; prodding your clothed clit under your skirt.

You mewl against his lips which only spurs him to kiss you a little more rough now, assuming you’re ready for it. Which you definitely don’t mind. His hand squeezes the side of your neck affectionately, a thumb tracing the skin. You’re thankful you’re in his lap because your knees are weak and your head feels dizzy. It was an exchange of sighs and heavy breathing- no distance. Your hands tangled into his dark locks which is something that Leon loved; having his hair pulled (you could tell by his lusty growl and the shift of his hips). He truly was the epitome of a kinky, dirty old man. If pushing 40 was old. Well, to be fair, you did call the dead tree of a table at your parent’s house old, ‘cause it was 40.

He pulled off of you, your now un-joined mouths drippy with saliva.

“Get in between your Uncle’s legs. Wanna see that pretty mouth on this cock.” He urged, and you found yourself with your calves folded under you in between his parted thighs. He held his cock proudly, and to be honest, the piercings look daunting. How did you even expect yourself to suck on it like you’ve seen in porn? Maybe you should have spent more time watching guys with pierced dicks instead of the step category. You had a preference, clearly.

You snaked your hands up to him, holding his cock with a puzzled look clear on your face. Leon laughed, not like he was laughing at you but the way you laugh at someone when you think what they’re doing is cute.

“Don’t worry about them too much, gorgeous. Just do it how you think you would normally. But pay careful attention with your tongue. Won’t hurt me any, promise.” He reassures you thoroughly, chuckling through a sexually intense gaze. Okay, it seems…. easy enough. Didn’t know dirty old uncles could be so sweet about having their dick sucked.

You lean forward, Leon guiding the head to your mouth.

“Just go slow and focus on the tip. Don’t want my girl to be uncomfortable, now do I?” His girl? You liked the sound of that. Enjoyed it very much. You’d be his girl wherever and whenever. You took him past your lips- suckling on the tip softly and swirling your tongue around it.

“Just like that- fuck- you’re doing great, babydoll.”

The praise edged you on, and you managed enough confidence to glide your tongue down his shaft and over the piercings- flicking over them pornographically. You felt like it was just right. If fucking your uncle could be right in any way of the sense. Leon groaned and his head fell back onto the couch. A large hand found its way to your hair, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. You discovered that it wasn’t too daunting- it was possible to bob your head a little while keeping your tongue exploring the piercings in small swirls and flicks. Just makes your jaw a little tired faster. Besides, seems less scary than taking it inside you.

It’s an alternation of the previous movements and kitten licking up the front of him, and the adornments on his skin only seem to make everything feel much more stimulating. His breath deepens and he guides you now with your hair in hand- looking down at you through deep-brown bangs.

“Fuck- that’s it. Just look at you, dirty little niece I’ve got here, sucking her uncle’s cock like she was made for it. God- so damned pretty with your tongue on me.” His head falls back again for a moment, before he sits up- his labored panting evident.

“Christ. Okay- can’t take it anymore. C’mon, baby. Up.” He says, smacking your bottom when you stand in front of him. You’re feeling a bit ‘five seconds away from crashing into the coffee table and impaling yourself on the broken wood’ type of drunk now.

“Uncle Leon’s gonna pop that cherry, got it? Now sit down and let me lick that sweet pussy. Can still taste it after last time.” He’s speaking filthy things you should hear and run in the opposite direction from- but you don’t.

“My room. Remember where that is?” He mumbles, standing behind you now while he runs his hands down your sides- possessively grabbing at any fabric on you.

You shake your head no.

“Can’t remember. Need you to show me.” You whisper to him, putting your hands over his on your sides. He just muffles a laugh into the crook of your neck and shuffles you along in front of him, the two of you almost falling over multiple times on the way to his bedroom. You’re sure that something did get knocked off the wall at one point, but you literally do not care in any way.

Leon staggers you into the room and pushes you back onto the bed, shedding off his sweatpants. Naked, no boxers. Just full, thick cock and a trail of hair leading up to his belly-button that you haven’t let your eyes leave for however long you’ve been here. Oh, and muscled thighs. One of the greater parts of a man. His hands find their way to your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed before invading his thumbs into the waistband of your panties.

“Let’s get these off.” He grunts, pulling them down your legs and tossing them only for the undergarment to land in an unseen place. You go to tug off your skirt, until his hands pin yours to the bed.

“Want you to keep that on. Looks cute.” He says, retracting from you and sinking down at the edge of the bed. In no wasted time, his mouth is lazily lapping at your cunt- making your back bend in the reaction of immediate, overwhelming pleasure. You grabbed at the sheets until you remembered how his body responded when you pulled at his hair- so you found your hold there instead. Tugging his darkened strands with the pace he was eating you out at- stubble against your pussy and nose in your mound. His cheeks tickled your thighs, punching out a soft giggle and squirm from your body between the moaning. It makes him smile into you- reaching a hand up to knead your breast. Honestly, you hoped that the roof caved in right now and took you to your death because no moment would be better than this and that in itself made you suicidal.

You feel a finger slip past your hole, curling itself into that soft wall of fleshy, orgasmic sponge. The noise that left you was new, for sure and the muscle in his mouth jerked against your clit in tandem. It seemed Leon had the same deep feeling and worry you did about his dick even fitting, cause he added a second finger. Then tried to add a third but gave up because he actually wanted his dick to do that labor. He can be selfish, okay? It didn’t take long for you to cum either, duh. He was a skilled whore of a man and you’re a virgin. Or will be for only a few more minutes- probably less.

Your legs shake and tense, your heart thumps viciously, and your fingers threaten to tangle his hair into knots and make him start balding. Not happening no matter how hard you yank, though. His genes are too good for that. He was made for rough pulls to his mane. Made to take damage both mentally and physically. Made for splitting open cute, slutty nieces like you.

While you recovered, he licked his lips and fingers as clean as he could- missing the further parts of his stubbled cheeks. He stood up, hand on his lower back (‘cause duh, he’s old as dirt), and reached into the nightstand for a condom- which you gave him a look before he could open it. A look that told him ‘please, please, please don’t put it on! sure, fuck your blood-relative niece raw and possibly knock her up! Might not have to worry because you’re an alcoholic and your sperm quality is low, though.’ So fuck away.

He was a sucker for your big, glossy eyes and the slutty pout of your bottom lip. Not mentioning- he wouldn’t have worn a condom anyway. Would have just slipped it off before he stuck his dick in you. A virgin couldn’t tell the difference. What? You expected a man that fucks his own family to have morals for things lesser than that? No chance.

“Please, Uncle.” You begged softly, Leon knowing what you want without actually saying it. He’s great at reading people.

“Fucking hell. You’re something else. You want it that bad, huh?” He laughed, pleased by you beseeching him with so little words. You nodded, no objections about it. He tossed the unopened condom back in the drawer and shut it impatiently, making the lamp wobble.

“Changed my mind. Everything off. Gotta see that pretty set of tits.” The words were matter of fact and laced with a bit of erection-fueled urgency.

You reach your hands up to remove your shirt, then discard your bra and skirt. Left in the nude as naked as the day you were cut from your moms stomach. C-section baby and all that. Only this time there was no blood. Yet, anyways.

When you were stark naked, Leon pushed you firmly onto his bed again- folding you by the backs of your thighs, legs pressed to your chest and gifting your stomach with that cute roll thing it did. Leon liked that on a woman.

He grabbed his cock, positioning it against your slick that dribbled from your yet-to-be-abused hole. He was gonna change that. You could feel his one of the piercings resting against your skin down below- a tsunami of anxiety settling over your delicate village of a body.

“Might hurt a little, babydoll. Can’t promise I’m gonna be gentle with her.” He referred to your pussy, your hole fluttering when he talked. You gave a look of understanding and acknowledgement.

“God, want it so bad.” You whined under him, the position he had your legs in made you even crazier about having him in you, like, yesterday.

He didn’t savor the moment so that he could push into you, he just did it. The feeling of each piercing bumping your hole on the way in. It felt fucking good, but also his dick stretching you out was intense and stung like a papercut.

His hands held your thighs down into your stomach- giving you a novice contortionist experience, and you could see the veins in his forearm pop a little. Your mind raced with the following anxieties; ‘What if a piercing cuts my insides and I die from sepsis or something? What if a piercing ball comes off and is lost inside me forever? Maybe I should stretch more.’ The first two were irrational but maybe not so much so, or else you wouldn’t be thinking of them. You’re not the first woman to think any of it.

“Fuck- there we go. Shit. You feel incredible, baby.” He dropped the doll in favor of calling you baby this time, making you squeeze around him as he bottoms out, balls against your ass. Yep. A bruised cervix was in your future. Going to have to come up with an excuse for why you won’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days. You thought other girls were just exaggerating this whole time about feeling yourself be split open, what the hell was he trying to do? Dig out your uterus with his dick? Does he really have to be so deep? It’s, like, really hot and feels really fucking good, but also, slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the position.

Either way, he’s feeding your ego.

You let your head relax onto the bed instead of continuing to hold it up, ‘cause doing that was much more painful.

“God.” You muttered, relieved to be full and get the virginity loss out of the way. You should be getting a cake and celebration for this, if it wasn’t your uncle. But still. Taking big, pierced dick deemed trophy worthy. Or maybe a plaque.

Leon gazed down at you through straight locks, shaking them out of his face a little. He pulled himself out, minus the tip, before pushing back in with a groan- his Adam’s Apple bobbing hypnotically. Your spine arched, lifting your back off the mattress and your hands dug into your own thighs, helping hold them in place.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, the difference between it being pure hormones and condescension was blurred. Could have been both. He doesn’t give that much of a timeframe to start dragging his cock in and out of you, slowly picking up speed and bottoming out each time- balls slapping against your bottom.

You babble nonsensically, the ribbed sensation of his piercings almost sending you into hysterics. Something about yes, yes. I love it. Need you to fuck me so hard that my dad disowns me because I’m wheelchair bound and he knows why.

“Feels good, baby. I know it. Bet it’s hitting places you didn’t even know you had.” If he wasn’t so fucking hot, you’d probably have the ick from how cocky he is. Or not, you’re fucked up.

He leaned forward over you more to tangle into your hair, guiding your head to more of an angle and exposing your neck. You were so overwhelmed from how hard and deep he’s fucking you, not to mention his dick feels like how you imagine a beginner level bad dragon dildo to feel. Or maybe a less monster-y version anyways. It just feels fucking good and that’s all you needed to care about. Soft, airy cries crawl their way from your throat and leave you between that and moaning. Uncle, please. Please, please, please, harder.

“Let it all out, that’s it. Uncle Leon’s gonna take good care of this pussy.”

You nod as much as you can with his hold on your hair, and he pants into your collarbone, sweaty and nasty on top of you. You feel like you’re almost being crushed under his weight but it’s only hotter, and gets even more when you feel his free hand slip between your damp bodies to thumb your aching and still-sensitive clit. You tighten around his cock in reaction- gasping.

“Take it, babydoll. Fuck. Show me how much you want your uncle to make you cum. Belong on my cock, you know it?”

Your brain is off somewhere in a hot air balloon, far from its preferred skull. Which is yours. He speaks in ways you didn’t imagine you’d ever get to be spoken to or even enjoy. But it’ll be the only thing that gets you off from now on, no doubt about it.

“Uh huh, belong on your dick forever. Never wanna take it out.” Yeah. You’re stupid for him.

“Fuck. That’s my girl. Keep talking like that and I’m not ever letting you go.”

You nod your head.

“Want that, want that so bad. ‘D let you fuck me whenever you want, uncle.”

His lips curl into a half-pressed grin before he’s panting again- a bead of sweat dripping onto him. You remember he did something with the AC. Yeah-to the heat in the apartment is frying you good and well. Guess he wanted the sex to be extra clammy and gross. You know, besides the incest.

“Christ. Fuck, yes.” He groans deep, throaty and carnal.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. You’d be the prettiest little girlfriend. Sitting around waiting to get fucked all the time. I know how needy my baby is.” Christ. You’re going to the deepest abyss in hell. You’re sure whatever torment awaits is worth it though, so it’s not a big deal right now.

“Wanna be yours.” You choke, throat dry. Ah, you remember you’re intoxicated. That must be why you’re so loose at saying this stuff.

“Open up.” He huffs, almost face to face with you but still enough that his breath is hot on your features. You’re hasty to open your mouth like a whore, Leon dribbling his gathered spit down onto your tongue.

“Gotta keep you hydrated, baby. Can’t have that throat getting raw, can we?” You nod, there’s so many nasty things happening you can’t process it properly- unaware of everything as you cum a second time on his hand, squeezing his dick like a much softer and less dangerous guillotine.

His thrusts were a little more sloppy and erratic- alcohol fully set in for the both of you. Normally, he’d be able to hold off his orgasm a little longer- but combatting it wasn’t an option in this drunken state.

“Christ- so fucking pretty and tight when you cum on my dick. Gonna cum too, baby. Don’t think I can pull out right now.”

You shake your head no.

“Don’t pull out, please. Please uncle, ‘ll do whatever you want.”

He laughs brokenly, choked up from the moans that need to come out first.

“God, yes. Okay. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up, baby.”

He focuses a few more thrusts, hard enough to make it hurt a little and sloppy enough to still be just the right amount of perfect.

“Here it comes, baby. Need you to take i- shit.” He buried deep inside you as he came hard, rasped voice and all while he held his place firm. His hair is stuck to his face in some areas, his natural scent emanating off of the sweat droplets.

His dick spasms inside you, filling you with every bit of semen he’s got pent up in him. You could almost feel the way your cunt was full of his cum, having no room around his dick to go anywhere, really.

He relaxed a little, letting out a long, pleasurable groan. You yourself joined him in letting your body go limp as it could in this position. He grabbed your legs to straighten them out and let them wrap around his waist, making you realize they were folded too long and that they ache a bit.

He kissed your collarbone, picking up his head and kissing your cheek next.

“Mm. Did so great for me, babydoll. Not gonna be able to let you go now.” He teased, another peck to your mouth that you managed to reciprocate just in time.

“Then don’t.” You tell him, mumbling.

“I can manage that. Could easily be my girl. Would have to be our little secret, though.” He adds at the end, threading his fingers in your hair.

Yeah, you’re not turning down that offer.

[lbxbx]

Blackmail 2 | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

taglist: @idkdudewhy @wisebouquetbarbarian @tan-veee @pookiej @xstfudaisyx @junecat18 @whipwhoops @mother2monsters @lil0u0

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“Put more on the grill.” You whine at your friends, you’re a little greedy at this point and a little tipsy. You and your friends were at a nearby barbeque restaurant in the city having pork belly and alcohol for your last night before travelling away to London for the tour.

“You need to stop eating.” Luna slaps your hand down so you drop the tongs and your pair of chopsticks. “You’re going to get sick and we have a flight to catch tomorrow night.”

You roll your eyes and hold the tongs again and put the last piece of pork belly on the grill, your group of friends were arguing over a major heated topic that you barely could hear when you’re sitting at the end of the table. “I can’t hear you.”

“She’s talking about her night with Kook.” Luna pulls your chair closer for you to hear Sona speak. “He’s incredible and charming and romantic. I’ve never had anyone like him.”

“He doesn’t film you nor do any weird shit does he?” One of the girls asks and right away you could tell that she’s talking about Taehyung which makes you scoff, and speaking of the devil he texts you at the exact second.

9:24 | KTH:

Wyd?

9:25 | KTH:

Wanna meet up tonight?

Your fingers type back immediately.

9:25 | You:

Can’t I’m out with my friends.

As if that’s the only thing stopping you from meeting up with him.

9:25 | KTH

We’ll hang out in your place when you’re done. Deal?

You’re a little too drunk to say no, so you actually end up on leaving him on read, knowing damn well he will join you even if you refused.

You get to your place and the alcohol is now running through your system and your body feels hot to the touch, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to pass out or anything. You just feel loose and sleepy.

You don’t recall giving him your address but when you’re about to close the door to your place, the foot that stood in the way back in Osaka is now standing in the way again, stopping you from pushing the door  further to shut it. Of course it’s him, this time you could easily recognize him with only a cap covering his head.

He doesn’t hesitate to invite himself in as he speaks. “I love your place.”

You eyes roll to the back of your head when you huff,  and you close the door after him before putting your purse and phone down. “Did I tell you it was okay to come?”

“You didn’t tell me to come over.” He looks at you confused and you nod your head. “Yeah, exactly.” And he pouts. “I was done early with the rehearsals I thought I should drop by and say hi.”

“Hi.” You fake a smile before straightening your face. “Goodbye.” And as if that’s his cue to make himself comfortable, he yanks off his shoes and lands onto your couch. “I’ll have wine please.”

“We’re flying tomorrow we can’t drink.” You didn’t think this through before you said it, he laughs and tilts his head. “Honey, I can smell the Soju from over here.”

“Damn it, alright.” You go to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and one single glass for him.

“I thought you threw it away.” He calls from the living room and you rush out to see him holding the box that was near your apartment door, opening it with a smirk on his face and looking through the stuff. “I’m glad you didn’t, those are actually expensive.”

“I’m not into your weird kinky shit, Taehyung.” You put the wine bottle down and sit down onto your couch. He takes the seat next to you and puts the box down onto the coffee table, rummaging through the stuff inside until he fishes out the butt plug. Or vibrator damn it.

“Have you tried one before?” He asks as he turns on the little purple device and it starts vibrating into his hand, he keeps clicking a couple times to change the pattern before turning his head towards you. “Y/N?”

“No offense, but I think toys are pathetic.” You laugh, of course he’s offended, he even scoffs and shakes his head left and right, denying the fact that you actually just said that.

And to prove you wrong, he clicks once onto the device and now it’s pulsating in a different pattern, before he presses it against your vagina through the dress you’re wearing, the sudden contact of the purple device makes your entire body stiffen right away, you’re not sure if you felt like that before, you even hold the fabric of your dress into your fists.

Taehyung seizes the opportunity and wraps an arm around your shoulder as he leans his forehead against the side of your head, inhaling your scent and watching you suffer to hide that it actually feels fantastic.

He dares to click onto the device again and the pattern changes right away making you flinch in your seat, this pattern was stronger and more frequent and  faster than the one before, your body heats up and you feel yourself clenching onto nothing in your panties. Your eyes expose you as they shut down and your head falls back against the couch, and as Taehyung’s head slips away from your face his eyes now lock onto your lips.

The lips he stared at all the time from a far are right here in front of him begging to be kissed and bitten, and he goes feral once you bite onto your lower lip trying to stop the little whimpers that are about to escape your lips.

You can’t control your body anymore, you press your thighs tighter against each other which makes the tiny stupid device press harder against your clit that’s now throbbing into your panties, you’re already soaked there and if you actually stood up you can see the damp little spot on the back of your sky blue dress.

And Taehyung can’t control himself too as he finally presses his lips against yours and kisses you, he feels himself finally getting satiated as he sucks onto them, he roams his tongue inside your mouth and you surprisingly kiss back, which again makes him seize the chance and moves the device under your dress and presses it against your panties. Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side, exposing your neck to him and he dives right in to lick all the way from your collarbone to the back of your ear.

Your body tenses and the grip onto your dress is getting tighter, your breath is quickening and your ears are starting to buzz, it feels so tight in your stomach and you know you’re about to let go. “Mmm.” Uncontrollably escapes your lips and you cover your mouth using the back of your hand. “Are you gonna cum?” His deep voice rings into your ear, his hand that’s holding the vibrator moves left and right to add friction onto your cunt, it’s too overwhelming to you and you feel yourself seconds from cumming, so you hold onto his wrist and try to stop him, your mind is telling you don’t but your body isn’t even listening, you could force him to stop but you physically can’t.

The orgasm takes over your entire body and you feel your lungs deflating, you gasp for a breath and dig your nails into his skin, your sharp breaths are driving him feral and he could go down on his knees right now and beg to fuck you. “Right there, that’s it, cum for me.”

“St.. stop.” You barely whimper, as if the alcohol wasn’t enough for your face to be flushed red and now the orgasm screws you up even more. Taehyung doesn’t even move his hand away as he sees your body shudder next to him, totally overwhelmed by the intense orgasm, your head turns towards him with your eyes half open, his glance meets yours with the dirty smirk on his face, biting onto his lower lip and switching his gaze to your lips.

And holy fuck you have no idea what went through you, your head no longer functions and you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you’re willing to do anything he wants. The way this man stares at you made you feel like the true woman you are, it made you feel sexy.

“So a vibrator is pathetic but a makeup brush isn’t?” He steals a kiss from your lips and finally turns off the vibrator and throws it onto the couch between you two, you clear your throat and finally relax your legs still trying to catch your breath before you speak. “I’ll do it.”

Jackpot. Honestly he knew you’d agree at some point so he saw it coming, he thought it would take him more time but it happened a little sooner than he thought.

A satisfied grin lingers on his face and he finally gets up onto his feet. “Excellent, make sure you pack these in your luggage, we’ll need it.” He points his head towards the box that had the costume, you clear your throat and get up. “Can’t it happen without it?”

“Trust me, it’ll feel ten times better when you’re wearing it.” He sounds convincing as he pinches your cheek lightly. “I’ll see you in London.”

Let’s just hope you don’t regret this in the morning.

-

You spent your entire day packing because this trip was the longest, your stomach keeps constantly dropping and tickling you when you remember what you agreed on the night before, a part of you wanted to actually back away and call it off, but the largest portion of you was clearly careless since this is just a one time thing.

You grab onto the velvet ribbon and untie it to reveal what the box contains, even when the entire thing is catchy to the eye, but still the purple device is where your eyes lands first, you curiously grab onto it and twist and turn it in your hands, before pressing onto the little golden button and it turns on, you audibly gasp as if you did it by mistake, but clearly you didn’t.

Did he send every girl he slept with a vibrator or what? You scoff and turn it off before shoving it into your suitcase, along with the little piece of clothing before closing your bag and putting it near your door.

Getting to the airport has always been this chaotic, you honestly had no idea why’d they put up their schedule anyway but hey, to each their own.

Right when you get to the security and your suitcase goes in for inspection on the belt, your heart drops when the guards ask. “Ma’am, does this bag belong to you?”

A little dumbfounded and worried, but still you answer even when you’re about to choke onto your coffee. “Yeah, it’s mine.”  

“Do you have something that’s battery operated in this bag?” The security guard asks as he’s taking the bag out from the belt, his hands barely touching the zipper.

And holy fuck you know what he’s talking about and fuck you Kim Taehyung for such stupid “Gift.”

Think Y/N, you better think fast.

Worst case scenario he opens the bag and it’s right there hidden between your clothes and you’re exposed in front of the entire staff that are right behind you waiting for their luggage to be inspected, what else could happen? Of course the security guards have seen these things before and you’re probably overthinking it, it’s just a toy for crying out loud, and of course he won’t just take it out and show it to everyone, or will he?

Fuck, okay you’re nothing thinking Y/N, because your suitcase is already unzipped and the guard is inspecting through it.

What else could be battery operated? How could you even convince him when he’s seconds away from embarrassing you in front of your coworkers and supervisors. Fuck it hurts more that another guard is standing right behind him and watching your bag being inspected. You watch their faces carefully waiting for them to show a reaction. God your walk through the gate will be a walk of shame.

“It’s an electric toothbrush.” Luckily he finds your toothbrush along with your water floss which makes the guard yell, “Next.” And close your bag.

Your face has already gone pale and you broke into cold sweat at just the thought of being exposed in public, your pounding heart in your chest feels like you climbed up 10 floors running and it takes a hot minute to calm down and you promise yourself that this can’t happen again.

You’re not even entirely sure that this is worth it to begin with.

Even when the long flight there was truly exhausting, with two stops and over 16 hours flying, it was more than enough for you to rest and maybe try and forget what happened earlier, you were insanely jet lagged and your body can’t buffer anymore, you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you desperately need a bed to lay down on like right now.

And again you promise yourself that once you get to London you’re throwing away the stupid purple device in the nearest trash bin to avoid going through what happened earlier again.

Finally you get to the hotel room and you were lucky to have a king size bed all for you, you’re almost 9 hours behind your sleeping schedule so you quickly get into the shower and dive into the bed to catch onto some sleep.

Everyone was jet lagged and exhausted, the concert was still a couple days away so everyone had time to rest and time to take a walk around the city, you made sure to get enough sleep in order to go and explore London with your friends, and as you were having fish and chips on the streets your phone buzzes a couple texts.

5:53 | KTH

Done with the rehearsals, see u at 8 in my room and put the costume on J

It doesn’t take you seconds to reply with only thumbs up and sliding your phone back into your pocket, you need to head back earlier to your room to get ready, the man has slept with so many women that you feel the need to stand out in some way.

As for him? The usual routine before hooking up with someone nothing too special, a shower and a little clean up shave before wrapping the bath towel around his waist before he walks towards his carry on.

The sound of the zipper being opened is the only sound that’s heard in the room before he digs in to take out what he needs.

A couple Go-pros, handcuffs, blindfolds, his Nikon camera and a couple massage oils, and most importantly, his belt that he slides out of his jeans that he was wearing earlier. He takes one quick scan at the room trying to figure out where to hide the cameras.

The Go-pros can easily fit behind the table lamps on each side of the bed, and one near the TV, his Nikon camera hides pretty well in the closet that he leaves it’s door slid open enough for the lens to catch everything. He puts the blindfolds and handcuffs on the bed before putting his carry on back down onto the floor.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to bring along condoms, he’s very hygienic and he knows you’re safe too, he did have to dig deep into your medical record that’s archived in the company to figure it out, but hey safety comes first. He never believed in condoms and he’s very careful when it comes to pulling out.

He takes one quick glance at the time on his phone and it’s already 8, so he takes one last spin around the room to click the record button on all the 5 cameras he set up.

He even sets up one last Go-pro near the headboard of the bed and finally hits the last record button, before scanning the room again to make sure that they’re all well hidden. And they really are, he’s been doing this for over a year now that he got so good at hiding them.

As for you, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror admiring the way you look, your body is reacting upon your reflection and that douche was right. It already feels great to know that you look really sexy. In the back of your mind you were questioning yourself, are you really doing this?

You grab the bathrobe and put it on before leaving your room, you look around the corridor and the hallway is completely empty since everyone is either sleeping or having a night out. You had to take the elevator up in order to get to his room and you were on your tiptoes hoping that you don’t bump into someone when you’re wearing heavy makeup and a red lipstick, oh and in a bathrobe. You think it’s really obvious that you’re meeting up with someone and it probably is.

You make your way to his room and knock on the door, and there’s no answer. You look at the time and it’s a little past 8:30. You’re not that late and you’re pretty sure he’s in his room.

He is. He’s on the other side of the door watching you through the peephole and waiting for an entire minute to unlock his door, it was his sick way of teaching you a lesson to never be late, and when he says be there at 8, it means you have to be there by 8.

“Hey.” He opens the door and tilts his head inside. “Come on in, how are you?”

You’re fuming at the fact that you had to keep knocking on his door for a good amount of time and he knows you can’t be seen, specially that in the room next to him is probably one of the boys or one of their managers.

“What took you so long?” You get inside and rush to close the door behind you, the auto lock immediately activating and you hear it clicking shut. You don’t dare to look up from the floor when you clearly see him wearing only a towel around his waist, the idea itself was intimidating to you, you’re about to have sex with the man that millions of girls love and adore, and holy fuck he’s standing right there trying so hard to draw an image of what you look like underneath that little bathrobe.

“May I?” He stands behind you, his fingers fidgeting with the rope tied around your waist, and you clear your throat and nod a hesitant “Yes.”

He loosens it around your body and pulls it off of you ever so gently, you feel his breath hitting the nape of your neck and it sends shivers down your body that you shrug your shoulders up and shiver clearly making him laugh quietly. “You’re so cute.”

That wasn’t what you were hoping to hear when you’re all dolled up in the costume he bought, his eyes pierce down your shoulders and back, slowly taking his time to look down your ass, he cannot believe his eyes that it’s right there in front of him.

Now Taehyung doesn’t usually do this, he usually cuts to the chase and immediately gets to work but with you he took his time, he knows you’re new to this, your past experiences were considered quite trash to him, so he felt the need to butter up his bread and be gentle at first, before showing you his true colors.

“Did you get the rest of the stuff?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You hand him the stupid purple device that’s been giving you nightmares, he grabs it into his hands and walks inside to sit onto the bed, man spreading his legs apart enough for you to clearly see what’s under the towel. You take a couple steps towards the bed and he grabs onto your hands before pulling you towards him to sit onto his leg. “Come here let me kiss you.”

He cups your cheeks and pulls you in to kiss you once, the second time he licks your lips and bite onto your bottom lip and gently tugging it back before kissing you, his other hand running up your thigh and his fingers tracing the suspenders you were wearing softly.

Your hands stay onto your legs when you have no idea what to do, he pulls back and wraps one arm around your waist to pull you down onto the bed and getting on top of you. “Is this good?” He whispers, making sure that so far you’re okay and you are, and you barely whisper a ‘Yes’ before he continues, he spreads your legs apart to position comfortably between them, the big clear bulge in his towel now presses against your clothed core on purpose and holy fuck he’s rock hard.

He proceeds to kiss you on the lips again and you kiss back, hardly able to focus when he keeps poking and grinding against the stupid leather piece that you wish didn’t exist. “Mmm.” Your hand runs down his chest and the other wraps around his neck, your mouths merging together into wet kisses that are slowly turning into a sloppy make out session.

The pressure against your cunt also turns into grinding, and you’re pretty sure if he doesn’t stop you’d cum in seconds as this was really arousing to you. The pressure increases against your covered entrance which makes you hold your breath and pull back from the kiss, your head falling back against the bed.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your ear, grazing his teeth against the shell as he whispers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless Y/N, you’ve never been fucked like this believe me.”

The man knows the piece you’re wearing like the back of his hand, he knows where exactly to unbutton it and pull it off of your body, this time he’s not teasing or going slow, he’s going all in and sliding it off of your body, leaving you wearing the stockings and the suspenders that are holding them up. A satisfied smug smirk sits on his face when his eyes burn through your entire body, wondering where to start? He cannot wait to put his mouth on you.

He carries you up using one hand and throws you to sit in the middle of the bed, you gasp when you feel something cold underneath your butt and you look there to find the pair of handcuffs that he had prepared. Your stomach drops when you see that not only he had the handcuffs prepared, there was a belt and a blindfold. You saw girls wearing something similar to it in the videos he showed you. “Taehyung no.”

“Baby I wasn’t asking.” The same smirk getting bigger, he does try a little hard to persuade you into it. “It will feel ten times better trust me.”

“I can’t put those on.” You argue back which makes him laugh. “Come on Y/N, we’ll have a safe word if you want me to stop, okay?”

“A safe word?” You scoff. “I’ll tell you to stop and that’s it.” And he takes that as a yes, he doesn’t waste a second as he grabs the blindfold and wraps it around your head, tightening it a little and asking. “All good?”

“Mhm.” You hum, your body tenses the moment your eyes get covered and you get anxious when you don’t know what he’s doing or the mere idea of when or where he’s going to touch you next. “I’m right here.” He grazes the side of your shoulder with what feels like the back of his hand as if he knew that you’re worried. “Give me your hands.”

It takes you seconds to put both your palms up towards him, he puts the handcuffs around your wrists and tightens them enough for you to not be able to rotate them enough. “Fuck.” You mumble when you realize you can’t see nor touch anything around you, and honestly you would easily panic but you had no idea what went through you, you were never into kinky stuff but apparently you’re willing to do it now.

“Fuck!” You gasp again when you’re suddenly pulled so your back fully lands on the bed, your breath hitches and your chest rises faster when you feel your legs being spread open. Holy fuck you can’t see anything, you can feel his hands on the back of your thighs and you can feel his hot breaths getting closer to your inner thighs too, but you can’t see his face and you probably won’t be able to see him savoring you.

You feel the wetness and the warmth of his mouth when he licks a long trail from your entrance to your clit, then moving lower to the inner of your thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin until the color changes into a dark shade of red. “Shit.” You start fighting the handcuffs and you can hear them clicking and behind that is the sound of him chuckling. “You’re doing good baby girl.”

He proceeds to wrap his mouth around your throbbing clit and flicks his tongue against it, moving his head to add more friction as he runs his hand on the back of your thigh. You taste so good on his mouth, he doesn’t waste a drop leaking out of your cunt and he licks you clean.

Your clenched jaw finally drops when he slides two fingers inside you and curling them against your spot, your legs automatically close and he forcefully spreads them back open and starts thrusting his fingers while using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motion as he kisses your inner thighs.

His eyes spot the Go-pro that’s been sitting on the nightstand and he reaches over to grab it and film your clit being fucked with his fingers up close. “Mmm, fuck.” The sounds you make are the cherry on the top to the clip he’s filming, he comes in closer to suck onto your clit and turns the camera to show it clearly.

As for you, you now know why he uses the handcuffs and the blindfolds. The element of surprise was really arousing, it felt insanely good to not know where you’re about to be touch, you had no idea what’s coming up next when your eyes were covered, and your restricted hands basically stopped you from either touching him or touching yourself, he wants to make you feel good on his own and he didn’t need help.

Even the second you started grinding your hips against his face he used his full strength to stop you and dive into your cunt deeper than before, which made your chest heave faster, you’re so near you feel your stomach getting tighter and your pussy keeps clenching around his fingers. “I need to cum. Taehyung please, don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He savors every seconds he gets to taste you and his eyes even shut close at how fucking tasty you are, he pulls back to spit onto your clit and dive back in, you were a drenching wet mess in seconds when you cum, your head falls back against the pillow and your sharp breaths are now louder, your legs fight the urge to shut close so they start shaking. “Holy fuck.” Even when your hands are cuffed together, you were still able to reach his hair and tug onto it tight enough to make him go insane.

It’s all caught on camera and you had no idea, Taehyung was more than satisfied on what he got so far because you look like a fucking porn star and you sound like one. He hides the camera back behind the table lamp on the night stand and climbs up to kiss you on the lips.

You wrap your legs around him and you can feel that the towel is still on him, and you’re cheeky enough to fidget the top of the towel with your fingers and slide it off which makes you earn a spank onto your ass that resonates through the walls of the hotel room. “Look at my little whore being all greedy for my cock, you wanna taste that cock that’s going to fuck you until you pass out? Hmm?” You can only hear him and he’s already breathless.

And on regular basis you would’ve fucked up his face if he called you a whore, but in bed everything is allowed, including what you hear ringing right near your ear, is it the belt you saw earlier?

“Fuck.” Your entire body is turned so you land on your face, your arms uncomfortably sit underneath you and in seconds he realizes the problem and fixes it, lifting your arms up to sit above your head. You can feel the mattress sinking when he gets out of the bed and gets onto his feet but again, you being blindfolded meant you cannot expect what’s about to happen.

Him on the other hand grabs the same Go-pro again and gets closer to your ass, spanking it with his large hand and digging his fingers into it to jiggle it. His obsession with the female body had him go insane. He moves down to your feet and films them as he’s running his hands onto them and up your calves, slowly moving up to the back of your thighs and gets closer with the camera to film your swollen pussy and perked hole from behind.

He delivers another spank to your other ass cheek this time and moves up to your back, tracing his finger up your spine to the back of your neck, moving to your hair to collect it all into his hand and lift your face up from the pillow. “Look at that beautiful face, this is where I’m gonna cum.” And he spits onto your lips before stealing a quick kiss. “I’m gonna cum inside this big mouth of yours.”

You hear the belt again which makes your stomach clench, you’re high key scared and fucking ruined at the same time, do you really want him to spank you?

“Ha! Fuck!” You yell, squeezing the pillows into your fists when he spanks you with the belt onto your ass, it’s mixed feelings really, both painful and extremely arousing. “Again, please, do it again.” And now you’re begging him to do it again?

He delivers another spank right away onto the same spot and you cannot see it, but it’s already marked onto your ass and it’s dark red. “Please Taehyung, again.” And he goes right in, this time onto your other ass cheek and it feels so fucking good, you’re startled when he helps you get onto your knees to put your ass up with your face still down onto the pillow, and this time he spanks again, hitting your cunt with the belt and making you arch your back and moan his name off of the top of your lungs.

He finally puts the Go-pro down onto the night stand and positions himself behind you, totally proud of the marks he left onto your skin. He spits onto his palm and strokes his cock before pointing the head to your entrance, slowly teasing you by trying to push it in but you were clenching repeatedly. “Relax for me, will you?”

You try and obey but you can’t, especially when he keeps rubbing against you and touching you all over your body, it’s already making you seconds away from reaching another orgasm and your stamina wasn’t that good to begin with. He tries to push into you again but you’re way too tight when you’re all clenched. He grabs you by your hair to pull you up forcefully. “Do you wanna be fucked or not?”

“Yes please.” You cry out, he pushes you back into the pillow and this time pushes inside you even when there’s resistance to begin with making you gasp and arch your back right away. Your cunt swallows him inside and you feel him stretching you with every single curve of his cock, he’s fucking you raw and you were completely okay with it because it felt insanely good.

Fuck, your body is acting up on the stretch of his head inside you, your stomach feels tight and with minimal amount of grinding against him, you cum again and relax around him. “Holy fuck did you just cum?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but you being fucked up on the bed and fighting to catch a breath is quite the answer he needed. He takes one look to your cunt and pulls back a little, you’ve already creamed on the head of his cock and drenched him. “Fuck.” He pulls his cock entirely out and slides in one finger to taste your cum, he’s cursing under his breath because this has never happened with him.

“Fucking god please.” You cry out again when he pushes back inside you, this time pushing further more of his cock , the stretch is nothing like you’ve felt before and you’re not even sure you can take him full. You’re over stimulated and you haven’t even calmed down from your previous high and he’s not planning to give you any breaks soon.

“Fuck, look at that little pussy wrapped around my cock, it feels so good to fuck you Y/N.” He grits onto his own teeth, he pulls back and pushes back in making you arch your back again, he takes up his pace and in seconds you feel yourself chasing another orgasm, and the only way you can announce that you’re about to cum is using your mouth and you’re already choking up on words, so you slam your fists against the pillow repeatedly, which makes him move inside you even faster and fuck you’re cumming again.

It feels so good but holy shit it burns, you cry out his name with your tears that are absorbed by the stupid blindfold you have on, you sob out his name repeatedly and he can feel it, especially with your cunt constantly tightening around him and driving him crazy.

Your body no longer functions and your limbs start shaking, your lower body collapses onto the bed and his cock slides out of you, your legs shut tight to ease down your sore pussy and you’re still crying. “Give me a minute.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” He gets up onto his feet and pours you a cup of water, he sits near your head and helps you sit up to take the blindfold off. You squint your eyes at the sudden exposure of the lights and lift your hand up to try and grab the cup of water but your limbs are shaking nonstop. “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He helps you take a couple sips of water before putting the cup down. “Better?”

You barely nod your head, he inches closer to kiss you on the lips and neck, moving down to your chest and kneading it into his hand. “Lay down.” And you lay your back down on the bed, he adjusts you to dangle your head on the edge of the bed and gets up onto his feet, his enormous cock sitting in his hand while he’s stroking it.

He takes a step closer to your face and brushes the head of his cock against the side of your face and lips before pointing the tip to your mouth and with no words needed you open your mouth and it hurts your jaw when you try and take him into your mouth, the size on this man is incredible and you haven’t seen anyone this big before. “Good girl, let me fuck that beautiful face of yours.” And with no hesitation he thrusts his hips against your face forcing more of his cock inside your mouth.

Your gag reflex was something you weren’t so proud of, just as the tip of his dick reaches the back of your tongue you audibly gag right away and pull your head back. “It’s okay, you can do it.”

He forces his cock inside your mouth again this time the head hitting a spot deeper inside your mouth making you gag again and panic to catch a breath. “Taehyung—“

“It’s alright, don’t move.” He grabs onto your hair and pounds right into your mouth, the head now hitting your tonsils and down your throat, you start kicking your legs onto the bed and trying hard to pull back, but he’s got a good grip of your hair and he doesn’t stop and can’t stop. It feels so good to fuck your mouth and watching you struggle to breathe is arousing him even more. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl.” He breathlessly pants and pushes in one last time and holds inside, your face is already turning red and your tears are streaming down your face. You keep coughing against his cock but he doesn’t pull out, he delivers a slap to your cheek and pulls back. Your lungs inflate with oxygen again as you’re gasping for a breath and coughing.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good.” He leans forward to kiss you on the lips before climbing back onto the bed and turning you on your hands and knees again, positioning himself behind you and rubbing the head of his swollen angry cock against your clit and entrance. “I wonder what it feels like inside your ass.”

Your body stiffens again when you know you’re still not ready, your swollen cunt was still sore and hurting, your hands are still cuffed to each other so you won’t be able to support your upper half if you cover up yourself, “Taehyung wait—“ You panic when you feel the head of his cock pointing towards your hole, rubbing against it and wetting it with his own spit, he doesn’t give you time to object as he already tries to push in inside you, the tightness is killing him and his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his shaft.

As for you, you could swear you feel him in your back, it fucking hurts so good. Your back arches and you don’t realize it yet, but you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. “Holy fucking shit Y/N where have you been.” He whimpers, reaching for the massage oil to squirt some onto your ass, he gets really impatient and unscrews the lid before dumping the entire bottle on your whole body and throwing the bottle away across the room. “Don’t move.” Your voice so low, tears are accumulating in your eyes again at the insanely good burn, and with every grunt you let out, your hole keeps clenching around him in a stroke like motion which makes him grab the belt and wrap it around your neck to pull you in closer.

 “Fuck-“ You gasp when he wraps the belt tighter around your neck, the closeness already pushing more of his cock inside you making you scream his name and throw your head back against him. He seizes the chance and bites the shell of your ear while whispering. “I’m going to fucking ruin you Y/N, no one will make you cum the way I can.”

You’re totally fucked you can’t form a sentence, only whimpers and grunts escaping your lips along with sharp breaths, your hard nipples grab his attention and he doesn’t think again before delivering a slap to your tits making you sob out his name, you’re fighting against the cuffs again when you feel them getting on your nerves, you have to use your hands, you need to pull onto something or touch him, your nails are already digging into the inside of your palm hard enough that you’re bleeding making it burn when it mixes with sweat.

You completely lose it when the purple device enters your vagina still turned off, you look at him over your shoulders in utter disbelief, you’re already over stimulated enough without the stupid vibrator. “Taehyung please—“ At this point you’re begging for him to stop, but he doesn’t. He presses onto the stupid golden button twice, knowing exactly what pattern to choose to drive you both insane, “Please, please..” Your eyes meets his, he’s more than satisfied when he looks at your face, all glowing and flushed red, tears are already messing your makeup and your lipstick is smudged. “Cum for me.”

It’s physically impossible for you to cum right now, but he insists on making you cum for the fourth or fifth time tonight, so he pushes the rest of his cock into your ass and starts jerking his hips up against yours, the sounds of your skin meeting fills the room, his thighs and hips meeting your ass cheeks and slapping them with each thrust, and before you know it you feel your orgasm approaching which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t stop.” You want to reach your end now and you find yourself grinding your hips against his, he pushes you down to land back on your cuffed hands. “Fuck yourself, come on.” He delivers a spank to your ass, finally halting his thrusts, and it takes you a moment to gather some strength and start pounding against him.

Holy fuck this is like a dream coming true to him, he even laughs and keeps spanking onto your ass. “That’s it, keep going.” He throws his head back and clicks again to change the pattern on the vibrator, this pattern is strong enough even when it’s inside your pussy, he could feel it through your walls and it sends vibrations through to his dick. “Keep going.” He grabs the belt and spanks your ass again making you jump in your place and tug onto the bed sheets, crying even louder when you feel yourself seconds away from letting go, the overwhelming pleasure controls your body and you can no longer move against him, you collapse on the bed and fight against the cuffs again.

He loses his patience and holds your hips into his hand to stay inside you as he leaves the bed to get into his feet, he uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks apart before pounding into it again, this time furiously and not stopping whatsoever, your walls clench around the vibrator once more and you push onto your own core when you finally release your orgasm, your squirt gushing against his cock and thighs making him call out your name. “There you go, good fucking girl.” He rubs your clit and keeps fucking you through your orgasm. “Fucking god, please Taehyung, please..” You gasp for a breath and your walls clenching pushes the vibrator out of you, finally.

He couldn’t fight the impulsive thought of pulling out of you and going down on you, licking every single drop that fell out of your cunt down your thighs, savoring every drop that sits onto his tongue and swallowing it, before sitting back up and pushing back into your ass making you whimper when you feel yourself stuffed to the brim. And he pounds right back into you until you feel his breath quickening and his grip tightening on both your ass cheeks. “Come here.” He pulls out and grabs you by your wrist to get down on your knees to the floor, he grabs the keys from the nightstand and finally takes the cuffs off of your wrists. “Hold your tits out for me and open your mouth.” And your fucked up and fogged brain can’t process anything he said until he man handles you and forcefully makes you obey what he said, sticking his fingers down your throat while he gives his cock the last couple strokes.

You throw your head back and fight the urge to close your eyes when you’re gagging just to look at him and watch him cum right before your eyes, he shoots the first white ribbon onto your face and his balls keep clenching while he’s shooting out the rest of his cum, some end up falling on your chest and the rest goes down your mouth and throat.

And it tastes fucking horrendous.

He looks down at you with his hair all frizzy and all over his face, with sweat dripping down his forehead and even the tip of nose, down to his neck and chest. “Swallow.”

And with his cum still in your mouth you shake your head, you need to spit it out quickly because you can’t handle the taste. People must be lying when they mentioned that it tasted good but that’s total bullshit. “I said swallow.”

You’re about to reject again but he forces your mouth shut and covers it with his hand. “Swallow Y/N.”

And you were forced to swallow even when you’re clearly gagging in front of him. “Good girl.” He grabs his towel from earlier and pats his face dry. “You can go back to your place.” And just like that he enters the bathroom and you hear his shower water running leaving you on his bedroom floor.

You crawl around the room looking for your bathrobe and struggle to put it on, before gathering enough strength to get up onto your feet and leave the room, luckily it’s still late so you won’t be seen around the hotel, and just when the elevator door closes you could swear you heard Hoseok shout. “Hold it.” From a distance, but of course you wouldn’t let him see you like this.

You click the key card to your hotel room and close the door shut behind you, rushing to the toilet and throwing up what you swallowed earlier. You were pretty sure it wasn’t staying in there.

-

You had to get room services twice so they can keep you nourished with soup and warm liquids, and 3 tabs of painkillers and couple hot showers away, you were able to go to work today but you had to walk slowly and get up slowly.

“Good morning.” Taehyung and Jungkook walk into the room with wide smiles on their face, Taehyung putting his phone back into his pocket before throwing his top off and taking his seat onto your station.

“Good morning.” The girls on the station next to you answer them both and you just get to work, nothing personal really, but your tonsils were killing you from what happened the night before.

“Good morning.” Taehyung repeats, looking at your reflection in the mirror and curving his lips up into a little smile, you mirror his smile and nod your head. “Morning.”

“She’s not feeling well today.” Your friend Leah elaborates while she’s working on Jungkook’s face. “Oh no what happened?” Jungkook snaps his head towards you, Taehyung of course knows why so he doesn’t ask.

“The weather got her and she’s having a sore throat.” She adjusts Jungkook’s face and proceeds to work, “I’m alright, she’s just exaggerating.” You force a smile and start dabbing some primer onto Taehyung’s face, while you’re too focused on your job he clears his throat and whispers. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” A simple answer that was more than enough. “If you need anything I’ll be glad to help.” He glances at your face, at this point he’s just feigning this caring personality just to get you to do it again with him when you two are back home. He regrets his promise that this is going to be only one time.

“And by the way, you forgot your uhm.. device, in my room last night.”

“Goodness, please keep it.” You argue right away before laughing. “I don’t think I need it anymore, and I don’t think carrying it around in my suitcase back to Seoul is a brilliant idea.”

He chuckles and leans his head back, “What do you think about last night?” And you nudge him when you feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, he absolutely heard him and now the two of them are waiting for your answer.

“The flight? It was exhausting.” You laugh awkwardly, clearing your throat and turning away to grab the rest of the makeup brushes.

But what you don’t see, is Taehyung smirking at Jungkook and winking him, making the younger nod and give him a thumbs up while mouthing him. “Good choice.”

Last night right after he was done with his shower, he looked around the room knowing it’s empty since he heard the door locking when he went in earlier. He takes a spin around the room to turn off all the Go-pros  and collect them along with his Nikon camera, he calls room service and they’re up in seconds to clean around the room like it was never touched, of course making sure to hide suspicious things before any of the staff enters.

He takes a seat around the little coffee table near the window and turns on his iPad to download the videos of the several different angles he filmed. And of course this isn’t his first time doing it, a quick touch to the movie maker with his apple pencil before he edits the clips, cuts some and mixes some, to produce your own sex tape.

He clicks his tongue at his own dick that’s sitting in his boxers when it low key twitches at the sight of the movie, he can easily cum again if he wanted to, but now is not the time. The tape is around 38 minutes even after cutting some clips, and holy fuck he could watch it again and again.

And on their way to the stadium this morning, him and Jungkook started sharing their experience the night before, Jungkook mentioned something about sleeping with two locals from London, and Taehyung of course had to share his own experience and explicitly mentions you.

“So did you get it on tape?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, I have it on my phone you wanna check it out?”

“I don’t mind.” It was 10 in the morning but the younger didn’t mind watching a sex tape in a car that had staff in it, Taehyung unlocks his phone and dims the brightness before handing it to Jungkook along with one of the airpods.

Jungkook hasn’t seen anything as animalistic as this, of course he did see other tapes before that are made by Taehyung too, but you weren’t like any of them. The sounds you made, your body, your crying and your whimpers. “She can squirt?” Jungkook’s doe eyes pierce through the phone.

“Hey, I made her squirt.” Taehyung of course takes credit for that. He lost count of the women he slept with, but none of them squirted, none of them gave Taehyung a boost of ego like you did. “How many times did she cum?”

“I don’t know, probably four, five? I lost count.” Taehyung carelessly shrugs. “It was insane.”

“That’s incredible.” Jungkook skips the video for his own sake, totally not the time to have an erection and it’s still too early in the morning. “Do you think I can get her to do anything with me?”

“She gets weird about me telling anyone about it, but I don’t know you can try.” Taehyung grabs his phone from Jungkook and locks it.

And as they both got into the stadium and Jungkook sets his eyes on you, he looks at you differently now, wishing he would spend a night with you and secretly thinking about offering you money to do it.

“Good choice.” He mouths Taehyung and throws his head back to finish his makeup.

The moment Jungkook looks at you, Taehyung asks you again. “But no really, what do you think about last night?”

You take one last glance at Jungkook who’s attention is finally averted off of you before you answer. “Not bad.” Taehyung knows you’re teasing, so he laughs and nods. “I’m glad you think so. But you clearly have a limb from all the pounding, and your throat is clearly swollen from all the face fucking.”

“Shh.” You hit his shoulder. “Someone could actually hear us.”

“Alright. But hey, you have to have your device back, I’ll carry it in my luggage if you want to and I’ll hand it back to you when we’re home.” And you totally don’t mind, as long as you avoid any possible chances of embarrassment in public.

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Hi there, love your work!

Can I ask for something with Chilchuck x reader where the reader decided to share their secret good wine stash with Chilchuck and they somehow end up sloppily making out?

chilchuck x reader

summary: sharing your favorite spot with your favorite person

wc: 872

content warning: fluff, making out drunk (consent is important!!)

author's note: hi anon, i have been meaning to get to this request for a loooong time, but my francis content blew up by then!! idk what's going on in this one, but the fluff was entirely self-indulgent omg. anyway, thank u sm for the great request, i hope you enjoy this one :) not proof read!!

"it's just through here," you whispered, squeezing chilchuck's hand lightly.

you pulled him through the narrow hallway, taking an abrupt left to reveal your hidden treasure. it was your most prized possession, hidden from the rest of the party for many years.

chilchuck's eyes widened when you had dragged him through the curtain, sliding it shut. "this is..."

"amazing?" you finished his sentence, letting go of his hand to pluck a good bottle of wine from your stash.

"how long have you had all of...this?" he trailed off, looking around in awe. the accumulation of alcohol in such a tiny space would've set the entire dungeon floor on fire.

you chuckled at the awe on his face, sauntering over to his. "you'll catch flies, chi," you tapped his jaw close, ushering over to the little chairs you had set up. "just a few years..."

"we're resting tomorrow so we can drink 'till we vomit," you slid into your chair across from him, popping the cork off the bottle. "then do it all over again!" you cheered, generously pouring into his glass.

when you slid his glass over, you poured yours the same amount, just a smidge more. "cheers," you tipped your glass, his clinking against yours.

"this is some good fucking wine," he swirled his cup after taking a swig, slouching back in his chair.

this wine had been kept here for years, aged for better taste. you had refrained from binge-drinking every bottle and let them further ferment in your hidden storage room.

"you're getting red, angel," chilchuck chuckled, inspected how droopy your eyes got, every blink getting heavier.

unfortunately for you, you were a lightweight.

"no, 'm fine, chi," you shook your head, brows furrowed and nose scrunched, unable to control the contortions of your facial features. "just a little dizzy," you sighed, taking another sip.

although he wanted to indulge you, the dad in him wouldn't allow you to take another sip. "that's enough for you," he smiled, pulling your glass closer to him.

you frowned, trying to grasp at straws. "hey! that's mine," you scoffed, throwing yourself on your own two feet, though wobbly. you threw your arms around, flailing like a fish fresh out of water.

"uh-huh..." he mindless nodded, placing your glass on a nearby end-table. you stumbled over to him, finding yourself placed between his thighs.

your arms were limp beside you, looking down at chilchuck. his hands softly held your waist, looking right back up at you.

"you're pretty," he smiled, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek.

his thumb gently brushed against your rosy cheeks, slowly guiding you down to his lips. when his lips pressed against yours, you made a little noise. he pulled away thinking he hurt you, but you just latched yourself back onto his lips, hand holding the side of his jaw.

the warmth of your body coursed through your fingertips, the heat tingling against his skin. it was entirely silent. even when you climbed onto his lap, hands grabbing his face to press his lips against yours, bodies moving against each other.

you two were so entirely smitten with each other.

and when you pulled away, he'd look at you with that look in his eyes. it was so stupid, it made you feel like a little school girl. "makin' me blush, chi," you mumbled, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"you were already blushing before," he smirked, pinching your cheek softly, making you wince.

you sighed, looking him more deeply in the eye. you didn't know if it was the alcohol talking, but you wanted to consume him whole if you could. kissing him for hours sounded like a good plan.

you leaned in, not close enough to kiss, but close enough. you looked down at his lips, flicking back to look up at his eyes, but ultimately sticking to admire the plushness of his lips.

"you gonna kiss me?" he whispered. you gulped, licking your suddenly dry lips.

"mhm..." you leaned in, kissing him again.

you felt yourself burning from his touch, your toes tingling, your heart beating, and your lips chasing after his every time you parted. you two kissed like two horny teens making out for the first time, rutting against each other like you weren't allowed to have sex.

neither of your hands slipped beyond your clothes, fingers just fidgeting with the fabric. "someone's needier than usual," chilchuck mumbled, fluttering his eyes open to look at what you looked like.

your lips were puffy, covered in his spit. you huffed against him, foreheads touching. "missed our alone time," you smiled, pressing a kiss against his temple.

his hand lowered to your back, supporting your tired figure. the alcohol was getting to you, sleepiness overtaking you.

"me too, angel," he agreed, throwing your face into the crook of his neck. he let you rest there, rubbing his hand on your back.

he heard your little snores, laughing under his breath. you were a quick, heavy sleeper, there was no way he would be able to wake you up once you were out.

"night, angel," he kissed the crown of your head, leaning his head against yours with a big, relieved sigh.

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m.list ◦ askbox synopsis: cooking and getting wine drunk with timothée

Summer air, soft, all bloom and scent, fanned in your face. You tilted your hips against the kitchen counter, toes aimlessly tracing patterns between lines and shapes, breathing in the cold tiled floor.

« What are you thinking ? », you watched him, mug covering your mouth, painting your lips a shade of maroon every time red liquid brushed your skin.

Tim sat across from you, leaning on the table similarly, hair ruffled by the wind, head on a bird-like tilt, and eyes meeting yours.

A small smile drew on your face. You just loved having him around. He didn’t have to say anything, do anything, just being there, existing next to you, was enough. He made everything so much better, so much bearable, and your gloomy apartment suddenly turned interesting and colourful, and you could feel the unearthly magic of summer creeping into your heart.

« Nothing... », he murmured, coming closer until his shadow hugged you. His arms lingered on the marble counter and he looked at you.

Twinkling air blew inside, bringing in the few familiar companions of the dark; the flickering moonlight and the rosemary breeze. Loud noises of frenzied cars, filled the gaps of silence along with a distant melody, coming from your old stereo.

Your hand slithered around your nape, holding down your hair, out of your sight as you took another sip of your drink. Timothée chuckled, his fingers tucking leftover pieces behind your ears.

« You said you’d cook. » He frowned playfully.

« I said it, didn’t I ? », he pressed his mouth to the side, stare fixed on you. You bit your lips and nodded, trying not to smile under his stare. « You want me to cook ? »

« Yes. » Tim breathed out but your giggle brightened his face. You wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing yourself close to him. He took the cup off your hands and emptied it for you. « And you have to because you promised. »

« When did I promise ? »

« There’s no way out of it. » Timothée smiled as your watery lips touched his jaw.

« Okay... If my girl wants me to cook, I’ll cook, » he said and you pressed a kiss on his cheek before sliding back into the counter. There was a faint red hue on his skin and you wiped it away with your thumb. His mouth moved to the side, his love for you forcing him to agree to anything you wished. « What do you want ? »

« I don’t have many options, do I ? », you grinned widely. Timothée clicked his tongue and threw his head back. « Something quick. » He gradually returned his gaze at you, mouthing a quick ‘okay.’ « Something edible. »

« You underestimate me but it’s okay. I’ll remember that... », Tim murmured, as he moved to the fridge, searching through the shelves.

An unusual warmth spread throughout your body as you lingered back and watched him move around your kitchen with that kind of natural domesticity. The wine had began its action, making everything feel floaty and hazy but Tim had your focus.

You averted a bit shyly, heat climbing up your cheeks for some strange reason. Tim was murmuring things and you chuckled unsure if he was speaking to you or to himself. He gave you a glance as he let the ingredients beside you, your smile contagious. Timothée stopped for a moment, his hair unruly and cheeks feverish red. His fingers traced back the curls and his eyes wandered around, trying to think if he had forgotten anything.

« I think that’s all, » he mumbled, aimlessly taking the wine bottle and drinking from it. A hushed laugh escaped his mouth when you extended your mug to him. Red stream fell inside before Tim pulled back the bottle and took another sip.

Your stare moved to the ingredients, watching all the vibrant colours of the vegetables. You brought a pepper close to your face to smell it.

« Hey, don’t mess with my mise en place, » Timothée pointed at you. You let it back down carefully in its place.

« Your mise en place, » you mumbled in the same tone and he smiled. With your wine close, your eyes followed him to the cupboards. Noticing your stare, he had to glance at you twice making you laugh deliriously. « What are you making ? »

« Euh… spaghetti, but we’ll see how it turns out. »

« Want me to help, chef ? » 

« Euh… », he approached you, a grin drawing on his face. « Sure my little Ratatouille. »

You passed by him to get out a knife. Timothée leaned on his elbows, on the counter next to you, his mouth in a pout as he watched you chopping tomatoes and mincing pepper and onion and garlic until the whole kitchen smelled of fresh vegetables. You bit your lips trying to concentrate through that overwhelming warmth and his gaze.

« Please stop staring at me and let me finish, » you mumbled and Tim playfully moved his eyes in the other direction.

« Are you done ? Can I turn now ? »

« Not yet, » you murmured. Tim smiled, disobeying your words. He chuckled to himself a bit drunkenly and then stood better. His palms trapped your cheeks, pulling you closer and peppering kisses all over your face.

« Tim, I’m holding a knife, » you giggled, as his arms wrapped around you and his breathy kisses tickled your ear.

« Then put it down, » he mumbled, his mouth nuzzling on your neck. You tilted your head to the side and raised your shoulder through melodious laughter.

« Come on, are we doing this or not ? » He pouted, his chin balancing on your shoulder.

« Okay... », Tim breathed out.

« Where’s the pan ? »

« Wait, » he murmured, bringing one. He poured olive oil in it and then you put the onions to caramelise. « The heat not too high. »

« Yeah. »

« Five minutes ? » You nodded and Timothée checked the clock. His hand lingered on your back as he got a few leaves of basil and threw them in the pan. You chuckled and he glanced at you with a smile as you added in the garlic and you let the ingredients sauté before the vinegar.

« Wow, alright, Tony, » he said, making you laughed again.

« Heat chef. »

« Yes, chef. »

« Okay, this smells so nice, » you murmured. Tim hummed in response, mixing the ingredients with a wooden spoon. You poured in the tomatoes before the seasonings. « And now fifteen. » He grinned at you.

« Let’s get some air, » Timothée said. « We’ll leave the water to boil... », he turned on the heat of the pot. « Let’s go. »

Your fingers slid around the half-finished wine bottle and you walked passed him, a mischievous smile stretched on your mouth. He tried to catch your lips but failed miserably and shook his head.

Summer breeze hit your face. You breathed in the night and leaned on the balcony bar. The sky was blue on blue, deeper and deeper shades, long enough for you to dream twice.

Timothée balanced on his arms beside you, his foot stepping in between the railings. You tilted on his shoulder and Tim smiled sweetly. He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss on top of your head.

« Can’t believe you made me cook, » he said. You bit your lips and looked up at him.

The colours of the city reflected on his skin, painting him with strange combinations, as stars lined his silhouette and wind lured wild pieces of hair at its passage.

« Come on, you love it. »

« I love you. I do it for you, » he glanced at you as he picked out a pack of Gauloises from his back pocket. « I mean I don’t hate it, but I wouldn’t cook for just anyone. »

« Now I feel special, » you beamed. He tilted his head to the side cigarette trapped between his lips and raised a brow.

« What ? You thought you were just anyone ? », Tim brought the lighter to his mouth. With a satisfyingly long drag, he let the smoke evacuate. You grinned bringing the bottle close to you.

« You know I like to hear it. »

« I won’t say it. »

You stayed in silence for a moment, curiously watching the traffic. Cigarette dangled on his fingers, slowly burning charcoal smoke into the night. You stared at him, a small smile trembling on your face.

« Say it, » you leaned lower until your head hid behind your shoulder. Timothée pressed his mouth shut, his lips trapped between his teeth.

« No. »

« Say it, you coward. »

« I won’t say it, » Tim shook his head, taking another drag and then blowing away from your face. 

« Say it, so that I don’t think it’s the wine talking. »

« No. » You snatched the cigarette off his lips and Timothée scoffed out a laugh.

« Say it. » His gaze couldn’t leave yours. He took a deep breath and tilted his head shyly on his shoulder.

« I love you. » You grinned, placing the smoke between your lips. He smiled sheepishly, pressing his mouth shut to stop himself. « Now you say it, » he murmured.

« Me ? » He nodded. « So, you want me to say it ? »

« Yes... »

« Fifteen minutes, Chalamet, » you turned back inside.

« That’s... unfair, » he shook his head. « Shit, it smells good. » You smiled as you flicked the cigarette in the sink with a last drag and left the bottle on the counter. Timothée caught it and drank the remaining.

« I think it’s ready, » you mixed the sauce. « The spaghetti please. » He poured them on the boiling pot and waited for a few minutes, before taking them to the sink to stir them. 

You watched him as moonlight rays penetrated mysteriously on the floor. You slowly walked closer and hugged him from behind, arms slithering on his hips. Tim smiled and held your hands.

You nuzzled your head between his shoulder blades, and sleepy from the wine, you closed your eyes against his skin. Your lips slowly slid to the side, tracing the line up to his neck, brushing the tender skin lovingly.

« You know I love you. »

« I know, » he said softly, giving you a glance. « And I knew you would give in and say it. » A wolfish grin stretched on your face and Timothée turned around to face you. « You always do. »

« I’m such a coward, I always give in, » you mumbled. He took your hand and twirled you around once before trapping you into a hug against his chest. Your eyes closed.

« It’s okay, » he whispered, holding your face. « I think, I’ll finish this. »

You nodded and moved to the table, taking a seat.

You looked him in the eyes as he mixed the sauce with the spaghetti and he puffed out his cheeks, trying to concentrate. Tim could feel your persistent stare but let you have this moment to yourself.

Proudly, he passed you your plate and you brought his neck close after thanking him. You pressed your mouth on his, no pressing further, simply soaking into each other.

You ate, talking quietly ahead, laughing, smiling, and as you watched him, you couldn’t help but look beyond your own happiness, taking small glimpses of thousands of other people whose names you would never hear, and knew that there was a great unrecorded history.

[delulujuls]

snackin' | gr63, lh44

i know halloween was a little ago but i came across this one imagine where george was a vampire and i couldnt stop myself from writing something with him in this role too. so sharpen ur teefs and bon appetit!

summary: the night of drunk confessions turned to be a little bit more surprising that expected

warnings: not too much of explaining this unusual condition, nothing too visual and gory tho

pairing: george russell x fem!mercdriver x lewis hamilton

"C'mon, play it again, please!"

Y/N wiped tears from her cheeks, feeling her stomach ache from laughter.

"You definitely rap better than you drive, mate" George said, taking a sip of wine and glancing at Lewis with feigned seriousness.

Lewis sighed, shaking his head and played again the song in which he managed to make an appearance.

As soon as the part with him appeared, Y/N and George took his phone, using the displayed lyrics and tried to rap along with the song, eliciting a smile from Lewis.

"You guys are too predictable."

"Come on, Lewis, live performance! For the most loyal fans!"

Y/N directed the wine bottle towards him as if it were a microphone. Hamilton couldn't stop the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He took the bottle from her and took a sip before leaning towards her phone, rapping once again, which of course was met with cheers and applause from his friends.

It was an early Saturday evening and the three friends were spending it together in a hotel room. The weather outside was cold and rainy, so instead of conquering the city, the Mercedes drivers decided to spend the pre-race evening in each other's company and with perfectly chilled wine.

When the song ended, Y/N handed the phone back to the man and sighed heavily, taking her glass.

"I have to admit, that was quite surprising."

"Believe me, I was shocked too when you said you couldn't tie your shoes until you were fourteen" Lewis replied, glancing at her.

"I agree, I thought you were at least a bit smarter than a goldfish" George added, earning a playful punch in the side.

"I'm curious with what you will shine, Georgie boy" she replied, raising an eyebrow. Silence fell for a moment as two pairs of eyes focused on the guy.

George pretended to ponder, but since the topic of confessions began, he knew exactly what he wanted to finally tell his friends. It was something slightly more serious than taking a part in a song or a belated ability to tie shoelaces.

He looked at his friends, at their slightly alcohol-distracted gazes and faint smiles playing on their faces. He knew these people for a long time; they were very close to him and he knew he could come to them with anything. So, he decided it was high time to be honest with them. Because that's what friends do, right?

"I'm a vampire" George threw this fact into the air as if they were discussing the weather.

Both Lewis and Y/N snorted, not taking his words seriously.

"Yeah, and Lewis is an eight-time world champion."

"Hey, cut it out" Lewis pointed a finger at her "But yeah man, that's a bullshit"

"In this matter, you're predictable too."

George sighed, taking another sip from his glass. He wasn't surprised by their reaction in any way though.

"No, no, go on, we're all ears. I'm just curioius why did you bring up such a topic in this state? I guess none of us is drunk after two bottles of wine, right?" Y/N said, pouring more wine into her glass.

"I'm saying this completely sober. I want to get it off my chest and know that I have no secrets from you" he admitted, looking at them. Both Lewis and Y/N became a bit more serious. Not that they believed in the nonsense he was currently saying, but the smiles disappeared from their faces.

"What do you mean by saying you're a vampire?" the girl asked, looking at him more focused.

George knew that no matter what he said, his words wouldn't replace any tangible actions.

"Can you take the bandage off your hand?" Russell asked, nodding towards her bandaged hand, which covered an unfortunate cut from a metal band she got on the track the previous day.

Y/N looked at him and remained motionless for a moment. After a few seconds, however, she began to unwind her bandage. When she finished, George reached out to her. She hesitantly handed him her hand. He gently grabbed the bandage and peeled it off, revealing a sizable, still fresh cut.

George closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling how his lungs filled with the sweet scent of the girl's blood. As his fangs shifted into feeding mode, he simply smiled. Upon seeing his teeth, Y/N quickly withdrew her hand and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh, fuck me."

Lewis was in shock no less than the girl, but neither of them moved an inch from the bed.

"Are you kidding us, right?"

Y/N struggled to shift her gaze from his teeth to his eyes and just as she doubted her friend's words for a moment, seeing his darkened irises made her realize that he probably wasn't joking.

"Talking about being a vampire is a pretty lame joke and frankly I think I could afford something better" George replied and finished his drink.

"Besides, I don't even know why I would bother fooling you with something like that."

The remaining two sat in shock, unsure of what to say. They weren't even sure if George was joking, but they could admit he had a point - why would he joke about this in the first place?

"Okay, let's assume you're actually a vampire," Y/N began, grabbing the bottle and not bothering to pour its contents into her glass. "Then why do you function normally in the sun? You eat and drink normal things too, right?"

"I admit, I thought it would be like that and at first I was scared shitless," George replied, reaching for the glass she filled. "But what you mentioned is total myths. Basically, everything I knew about vampires turned out to be total bullshit."

"What do you mean by that?"

Lewis furrowed his brow, listening attentively.

"I can function normally during the day; I just have to remember sunscreen because I can easily burn. I'm a bit more sensitive to sunlight, so most of the time I need to wear sungl-"

"No, that's bullshit, you wear them because you roar after every race, not because you're a vampire," Y/N shook her head, taking another sip of alcohol.

"I won't insist that it's different, but oversensitivity to light also plays a role in this," George explained. He was ready to dispel any doubts his friends had, just to make them feel comfortable and to ensure that their relationship didn't deteriorate.

"What about eating? You still eat everything normally, even right now we're drinking together" Lewis interjected, taking a sip from his glass.

"Yeah, that's another myth. I can eat and drink normal human food, but it doesn't satisfy my hunger. I can eat and eat and I'm still like a bottomless pit," he admitted "Once, Alex and I recorded a stream where we had a bet on who could eat more at McDonald's. I don't think I need to tell you who won."

"So, you eat only to-"

"To avoid raising any suspicions, yes" George nodded. He knew that the tougher part of the story was yet to come.

"So, how do you satisfy your hunger? I guess not with protein bars, right?" Y/N asked rhetorically.

"That's no longer a myth, I feed like all those pop-culture-created vampires" George explained.

"Do you kill people?" Lewis asked quietly. Not because he was afraid, but because he was worried about his friend. He knew that the only one in danger was George because he would never harm anyone. Not as a human, not as a vampire either.

George laughed and shook his head. "No, I don't kill people. Unless you count killing them with my looks, but that's a different story."

"So, what does this... process look like?" Y/N looked at him. Neither of them registered the moment when this conversation stopped being perceived as a joke and became one of the most serious conversations they've ever had.

"It looks like in the movies, but it's less dramatic. I don't know about other... ones of my kind, but I think I look fairly neat afterward."

"So, people are like walking Capri Suns for you?"

George laughed at his friend's original comparison and nodded.

"Yeah, that's more or less how it looks."

"And now? Are you hungry?"

Lewis asked. He was surprisingly calm and not worried, all he was just curious.

"Today is still fine, but I know I'll have to snack on something after the race tomorrow."

"Who do you feed on? How does it even happen? And most importantly, who knows about all this?" Y/N had too many questions and with each passing second more emerged, making the situation not any easier. "Holy shit, our friend is a vampire."

"You met Carmen, right?" George asked, to which both friends nodded. "She's my feeder, if I can call it that directly. The whole facade of a relationship is a pretty good and strong cover, as you can tell."

"Are you telling me that you're not a couple? Are you kidding?"

Y/N was even more shocked than hearing that his dear friend was a bloodsucker.

"Wow, you took this more seriously than the fact that a literal vampire is sitting next to you."

George pretended to be outraged, but continued anyway.

"Carmen is very close to me and is a wonderful person, but our relationship is more of an exchange transaction."

"Goddamn, it's just getting better and better."

Lewis laughed and reached for more wine, knowing that more alcohol would be useful for this conversation.

"So, Carmen is your walking Capri Sun, not bad."

Y/N sighed and handed Lewis her glass, grabbing the hotel phone and ordering a few more bottles of wine. It looked like it was going to be a long night.

The conversation among friends on this rather unusual topic flowed freely; it probably looked the same as if George had admitted that he sometimes talks in his sleep or that he kissed his cousin at the aunt's wedding. The friends accepted this news much better than George expected. He was genuinely happy that their reaction didn't foreshadow the end of their friendship.

"I'm convinced that Lewis tastes like chocolate milk."

Y/N declared, pointing with the glass she held towards Lewis. The trio was already quite drunk, but nothing indicated that they would part ways soon.

"I'm not sure how racially sensitive that was," Hamilton also took a sip from his glass.

"I think in both cases you'd be tasty. You guys have a good diet so nothing suggests it could be otherwise," George admitted, lying on his side and propping himself up with his hand.

"If you want, I can be your Capri Sun" the girl offered, looking at her friend.

"That's probably the most wholesome thing you've said to me lately."

George giggled, genuinely touched.

"I'm here for you too, George" Lewis said, looking at him. "And I do really hope that I taste like chocolate milk."

[allthingsfangirl101]

Enemies to Lovers – Joe Keery

I have lived next to Joe Keery for two years and those two years have been hell. He has parties every weekend, trashes the hallway, blasts music, slams doors, smokes, makes passive-aggressive comments when I run into him, and is just a horrible neighbor.

"Up early and out early. Like always, Ms. Y/L/N," Joe said as soon as I left my apartment. I looked up and saw him unlocking his door.

"Up late and home late. Like always, Mr. Keery," I sighed as I locked the door. I turned around, my heart sinking into my stomach when I saw the bruise on his cheek and the bandage wrapped around his wrist.

"Are you alright?" I asked. My question made him freeze. He glanced at me before down at his wrist.

"Oh," he said slowly. He looked up at me and smiled softly, "I'm fine. Just a stupid accident on set that I made worse."

"How'd you make it worse?"

"I got drunk," he laughed. I smiled but quickly stopped.

"You should get some sleep," I said, clearing my throat.

"And you should get to work," he said, matching my tone.

I walked toward the elevator as Joe walked into his apartment. As I headed to work, I went back over my and Joe's strange interaction that morning.

I went through my day, forcing myself to forget about my neighbor. After a long shift, I happily left for the day. I got home, my entire body aching. As I unlocked the door, Joe left his apartment.

"We gotta stop meeting like this," he teased. I nodded but didn't say anything. "You okay?" He asked as I opened my door.

"Just tired," I shrugged.

"From shopping all day?" He smirked. I glared at him before walking into my apartment and slamming the door behind me.

Well, never mind. It looks like that moment of weakness Joe had this morning was just that. A moment.

* * * * *

I went about my normal week and it wasn't until the weekend that I noticed I hadn't seen Joe since the other day. I walked into my apartment Friday night with a fresh bottle of wine and some takeout.

The takeout was finished and I was working on the bottle of wine when there was a crash outside.

"Actor Boy is home," I mumbled. I sighed when there was another cash. "And drunk."

I started to stand up but giggled when I drunkenly fell back onto the couch.

"I guess I am too," I laughed. I jumped when there was a loud knock on my door. I sighed and slowly stood up. Once I had my bearings, I walked to the front door. I reached for the handle but froze when I heard his voice.

"Y/N! Open the damn door!"

I took a step back, my hands instantly starting to shake. Everything froze as he continued to pound on my door. I held my breath, silently praying for him to leave.

"Hey!"

My heart jumped into my throat when I heard Joe. I looked at my watch and mumbled under my breath, "What are you doing home? Please go back to work."

"Go away," my ex-boyfriend Scott laughed.

"Please go, Joe," I whispered. "I'm begging you."

"No," Joe said flatly. "What are you doing here? And why are you knocking on that door like an ass?"

"This doesn't concern you," Scott spat at him.

"Yeah, it does," Joe responded, his anger slowly rising.

"Oh, really?" Scott laughed. "Are you dating my leftovers?"

"You're the dumbass who lost a five-star meal."

I didn't know if I should be flattered or offended. Joe was standing up for me, but it kind of felt like an insult.

"I threw it out when it lost its flavor," Scott said through bared teeth.

That was definitely an insult.

"Wait, what?" Joe asked with the sole purpose of pissing Scott off. "I'm sorry, man. You kinda lost me. Are you saying you dumped Y/N?"

My heart flipped when Joe started laughing. "Yes," Scott seethed. "I dumped her."

"You see," Joe sighed, "I just can't believe that. I don't believe that you would dump a girl as gorgeous as Y/N. She would definitely dump you when she realized you were a piece of drunk shit that probably never got her to finish. . ."

I swung the door open, knowing that what Joe was saying was only going to end one way. And I was right. Scott had his fist clenched and his arm raised, but he stopped himself when he heard my door open.

"There it is," he said, breathing heavily as he turned around. I glanced behind him at Joe. He took a step closer, carefully watching me.

"What do you want, Scott?"

"I wanted to allow you to beg for me back," he slurred. Joe was watching us closely with his fists clenched.

"I don't want you back."

I gasped and took a step back when Scott's drunk glare darkened. "You don't want me back," he seethed. "Wow. You ungrateful little. . ."

He raised his hand again but he didn't stop himself. My eyes widened when I realized it was Joe who stopped Scott by grabbing his elbow.

"I know you weren't about to hit a woman," he threatened. "You sure as hell weren't going to hit that woman."

"I told you, Hollywood, this doesn't concern you." Scott tore his elbow out of Joe's hand and took a step closer to me. Joe didn't let him get any closer. My heart jumped into my throat when Joe instantly put himself between me and Scott.

"It concerns me when you're threatening a woman," Joe said, the tone of his voice changing again. "It definitely concerns me when the woman you're threatening is my neighbor."

"Neighbor," Scott laughed. "I'm sure Hollywood's Party Boy just loooves living next to Nerdy Stay-at-Home Bookworm. I bet she complains about your partying. How many?"

"How many what?" Joe asked through clenched teeth.

"How many times has she called the cops on you, Keery?" Scott smirked. "How many times has she demanded you turn down the music or stop leaving empty kegs in the hallway or having sex in the elevator?"

"The only woman I've hooked up with in the elevator is Y/N," Joe said making my stomach flip.

We have never done anything close to hooking up in the elevator or anywhere else in the building. He clearly said that for one reason and one reason only; to get under Scott's skin. And it worked.

"Y/N hates hooking up anywhere other than the bedroom," Scott said, his voice dropping.

"Maybe all she needed was the right guy to take her in the elevator," Joe smirked.

I gasped when Scott's glare darkened. I took a step closer to Joe, gently putting my hands on his shoulder blades. "Joe," I whispered, "Please don't push him."

"Alright," Joe sighed. "You're making my girl nervous so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

I was too scared of Scott's murderous glare to react to Joe calling me his girl.

"Leave?" Scott laughed. "I'm not going anywhere until I talk to her."

"Well, that's a problem."

"And why is that, Lover-boy?" Scott asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because I'm not letting you talk to her."

For once, Joe's tone made me nervous. I looked around and saw the glare on his face. As he stared down my ex, he reached behind himself and grabbed my hand.

"I'm only going to tell you one more time," he threatened. "Leave our place or I swear, you'll never be able to use that hand to pleasure yourself again."

"Our place?"

I caught on to that too.

"You two live together?!"

I knew it was going to happen before Scott even made a move. I guess Joe knew that too because he instantly reacted. He pushed me further behind him and hit Scott's jaw before he could do anything.

I stood there, frozen against my front door, as Scott fell to the floor.

"Guess I'm going to have to give you one last warning," Joe said, his voice dark. "Leave Y/N alone or you'll only be known as the loser ex who got his ass kicked by her current boyfriend."

Without looking at me, Joe grabbed my hand and pulled us into my apartment. He let go of my hand and instantly ran his fingers through his hair. I watched as he angrily paced back and forth across my living room.

"Thank you," I whispered with my arms wrapped tightly around myself. My voice made him look up at me.

"Of course," he said, his voice soft as he took a step closer to me. "Are you okay?"

"Yep," I said as I tightened my arms and focused on my feet. I held my breath when Joe's shoes came into view.

"Y/N," he said under his breath. "Look at me. Please?"

I took a shaky breath and struggled to hide my tears as I looked up at him. His eyes softened when he saw the expression on my face.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. Before I could lie and tell him I was fine, he said, "It's okay if you're not. Talk to me, Y/N."

"It's nothing," I started to say.

"Come on, Y/N," Joe sighed. "At least tell me who that guy was."

Joe's face dropped when he figured it out for himself. He took a step closer to me and lowered his voice. "I was right," he whispered. "That guy is your ex."

I bit my lip as the tears started to spill even though I tried to stop them. Joe reached up and gently caught one.

"He used to hurt you."

He didn't say that like it was a question. Then again, from everything that just happened, it wasn't that hard to figure out.

"Listen to me, Y/N," he said under his breath, "he will never hurt you again. Alright? I promise."

"You can't promise that," I sighed. He reached over and grabbed my hands, making me look at him.

"The next time you see him, even if it's across the street, you call me."

"But. . ."

"Promise me," he cut me off. "The next time you see him, you call me."

"I promise."

We stared at each other, the tension thick. For some reason, I spoke up.

"You want a beer?"

"I could go for a beer," Joe chuckled.

* * * * *

Joe and I ended up drinking and watching a movie. As the credits rolled and my mind incredibly hazy from the drinks, I looked over and my stomach did some weird flip. I gasped when Joe looked over at me.

"You good?" He asked.

"You can go home now," I said, my heart sinking at those words. I looked at him to see him with an odd look on his face.

"Is that what you want?" Joe asked.

"I figured you'd want to go home," I shrugged. "It's been a weird and long night. You've already done enough. . ."

"I'm not going anywhere if you feel safer with me here," he said, gently cutting me off. His eyes widened like he just realized what he said. He opened his mouth to take back what he said, but I spoke up.

"I do." I paused before adding, "Are you okay with staying?"

"I'll stay for as long as you want me."

Joe's eyes glanced down at my lips. When he looked back up at my eyes, he slowly leaned in. I had my chance to stop him, but I didn't. Soon, his lips were pressed against mine.

Part 2

[igotanidea]

Drunk: multifandom imagine

chug! chug! chug! chug!

Screaming and chanting of the crowd around only encouraged her in all her action. Without any hesitation, but a bit unsteadily she climbed the table and grabbed the bottle of wine someone handed to her. It only took a few minutes to empty it completely and with a wicked grin she threw the empty glass on the floor, causing it to shatter.

“YEAH!” she yelled, almost falling from the edge, being saved only by the people below, who were quick enough to catch her and put her back on the ground. “LET’S PARTY PEOPLE!”

Y/N Y/L/N was freaking tired of being a good girl.

Perfect daughter, never stepping out of line and listening to her parents.

A-grade student, spending her youth with nose in the books, studying to get to good school, make a career and get somewhere in life.

Following rules and being nice to everyone in hope one day, someday, someone would notice more of her than a good student and coworker.

Well, even if someone did, no one ever expressed that on the outside.

As a result, poor girl fall into the spiral of workaholism, just to keep her crazy thoughts at bay and get any sense of validation. Even if it was external and superficial.

But deflecting could only work for so long.

After a while she started feeling frustrated, angered, sad, sick of it all.

The sudden urge to wreak havoc, make a mess, get unhinged started to creep in.

And she followed.

Getting into the first club on her way, started drinking and turning her thinking off.

It was going like that for three hours now and all the lights, alcohol and deafening music started to feel oddly familiar. She could not feel her body, just letting it move and flow completely freely. Laughing, jumping, spinning and twirling, having absolute time of her life.

Until a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, dragging her out f the dancefloor. At first, her hazy mind thought that it was some handsome man who wanted to get a bit more aquainted, but the reality was just a bit different.

“What do you think you are doing?” a deep male voice, full of reproach sounded from above.

“Hi there!” she giggled seeing the most familiar face and going for a hug.

“Answer the question, Y/n”

“I’m having so…. much ….. fun” she panted, burping due to all the alcohol in her system

“You are acting like crazy.” He pointed out grabbing her arm a bit stronger than intended “I’m taking you out of here. “

“The hell you are!” she scoffed breaking away, turning on her heel and disappearing in the crowd.

“Y/N!” he yelled taking off after her.

“Come and get me if you want!” once again she started moving towards the music and as much as he hated it, the sensuality of her moves made him stop in his tracks and just gaze at her. “don’t just stand there pretty boy, come and join me here….”

He was hypnotized.  There was absolutely no way he could say no to her like this. The club lights on her body, sultry music…… it was all too much. He had to get out.

“Come on, handsome, dance with me….” She locked her hands on his neck, getting impossibly closer. “Please……”

“You’re drunk.” He opposed but it was so damn hard

“so what? Easy target. Am I not good enough for you?” she whined pressing their bodies together.

“Out. Now. ” he gripped her wrist so hard it made her wince and pushed her out the club into the cold air.

“It hurts!” she cried “Oh, shit! I think I’m gonna be sick…..” she bend down and started throwing up to the nearest gutter. Thank god, he had instincts fast enough to hold her hair back so she would not make a mess of herself “ I’m…. I’m not feeling good……”

“You don’t say….” He mocked, worry and care in his eyes as he handed her a tissue and cupped her cheek.

“Take me home….? Please….?”

“Oh now you want to go home?” single laugh fell from his lips, but seeing her like this, broken, exhausted, wasted, fragile and in need of his protection made him break in an instant. “Sure, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”

*** “What has gotten into you?” he asked after helping her clean herself up, get dressed and tucked her safely into the bed, putting warm blanket over her shoulder, alongside with a glass of water and pill on the nightstand. “this was not you”

“Exactly….”

“I don’t understand.”

“I…. I was tired of being myself, you know. The good, silent, obedient girl. Invisible girl. For once in my life I wanted to be seen.”

“You wanted to be seen wasted and puked?”

“I wanted to be seen as a girl! As a woman. So I dressed up and went for a party.”

“Look how that worked out for you….”

“I want to be loved, you know?” she started mumbling, at the verge of sleep, still hazy, the most honest words just flowing out of her mouth “I want to be cared for and adored. I want someone to look at me and think wow, she’s so beautiful. I want to fall in love and have someone to hold and care and cherish and just be with…..” he voice broke a little “I want to know what it feels like to be happy with someone. How to be heartbroken. How to mend bridges and how to grow to be a better person….”

“Oh, honey…” he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“I never had that….” Tears started falling down her cheek “and the worst thing about that is that I’m most probably in love with you. But your my friends and could never see me the way I see you, so…..”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” He reassured, pulling her into a hug “you’re babbling now. You need rest.”

“You see?” she pulled back. “this is what I’m talking about “I just confessed to being in love with you and you shrugged it off.”

“Get some sleep, all right?” he smiled and pushed her into the soft cushions, adjusting the blanket “I’ll be here when you wake up and then we’ll talk about it.”

“Promise?” she muttered closing her eyes

“I promise” he held her pinky, brushing a strand of hair from her face, turning the light off and starting to walk away.

“thank you…..” she muttered turning onto the side “I really do love you…..”

Closing the door to her room was the most relieving part of this night. He leaned onto them and slowly slid to the floor, sighing deeply, blush on his face, warmth in his rapidly pounding heart. His head and rationality was screaming at him not to be stupid, that whatever she said was caused by the alcohol and she did not mean any word. His heart however was aching, hoping, wishing and dreaming. I love you. I love you. I love you. Three words and eight letters with such an overwhelming power.

Oh, he was going to get this confession of her once she got sober.

[avatarrecom]

Freaks drink

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 1859

A/N: First time writing anything suggestive, let me know what you think!

You, Z-dog and Walker decided it was time for a much needed girls night. Unfortunately, your male partners can't mind their own business. So you threw them out of your quarters, telling them they could come back after twenty-four hundred. Your partners reluctantly complied, after Walker threatened that if they were back before midnight, they wouldn't have sex for quite a few months. At least not with you. Brown immediately complained and Lopez thought he could persuade you by saying that if they didn't get sex, you wouldn't get it either. Z-dog laughed and challenged him, saying that the three of you could get enough orgasms from each other. So, they agreed to let you three have your fun, and headed to the bar. Quaritch gave you a clear warning that he didn't want to hear about you causing trouble.

The moment the door closed behind them, Z-dog pulled you and Walker into the hallway towards her room. “Wait, I want to put on some more comfortable clothes,” you indicated and Walker agreed with you. Z-dog let go of your wrist and you quickly walked to your own room to change. You took off your clothes and stood completely naked in front of your closet to pick out something comfortable. Walker whistled at you as she walked past your room to her own. "Damn baby, can't you just come like that, it looks sexy," she says teasingly. You throw your cargo pants at her head, which she just dodges and walks away laughing. You put on clean underwear and pull out an oversized shirt from the closet, the shirt probably once belonged to one of your other partners. You skip to Z-dog's room, hooking your arm through Walker's. “This is going to be fun,” you grin at your lover. Walker grins back, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling you into Z-dogs room.

Z-dog has now changed into sweats and is just pulling a sports bra over her breasts. She looks up enthusiastically when you enter her room. "Look what I got!" she laughs excitedly. She holds up several bottles of liquid. Walker tilts her head, "What is that?" “Moonshine!” "Then how did you get that?" you ask in surprise. "Remember when we were on the Sea Dragon, when we were looking for Sully?" Z-dog asks. You both nod. “And do you remember Mick Scoresby?” You both nod again. "So that guy was drunk all day long, so I stole all his bottles of moonshine," Z-dog grins. You and Walker look at each other. “Honestly, I don't care where you got it from, I want to see how fast we can get drunk in these bodies,” you shrug.

Walker nods in agreement and flops down on the bed. You lie down next to her and take one of the three bottles. “Damn, these bottles are huge to humans but like little wine bottles to us,” you laugh. “Do you think these bottles are actually Recom size, and Scoresby stole them so he can say he only drank one bottle?” Walker asks, laughing. Z-dog settles in next to you and grabs a bottle and throws a third one at Walker, who catches it laughing. You open the bottles at the same time and take a big sip. “Holy shit, that's some strong shit,” Z-dog coughs. “No wonder the guy couldn't even stand up,” you laugh. "What happened to him on the Sea Dragon?" Walker wonders. "He's really dead," Z-dog replied. You shake your head, “I saw him this week.” "No, that can't be him, I saw how that space whale tore his arm off and then flew through the air, there's no way he's still alive." claims Z-dog. "I swear, I saw him, he's alive. I mean he's down a limb, but he's still breathing." you claim.

“Well, good for him,” Walker sighs indifferently, then takes another sip. "Does anyone have an idea about what we actually want to do?" she asks. “Ooh, I have an idea!” Z-dog shouts enthusiastically. She walks to her bookcase and pulls out a box. She throws the box between your legs, climbs back onto the bed and snuggles up to you while she grabs her bottle of moonshine again. Walker studied the box, "Freaks drink, seriously?" she asks. "How did you get this?" Z-dog shrugs, "I stole it."

You grab the box from Walker's hands and remove the lid. "So you have to drink when you have done the scenario on the card," Z-dog explains. You take the first card from the deck and read it out loud. "Never have I ever, faked an orgasm." Walker holds up her hand. “Really?” you ask, “With who, not one of the guys?” adds Z-dog. Walker shakes her head, "It was some weird guy, really didn't know what he was doing." She takes a long sip, "Next."

You take the next card "60 second challenge, Pin them up against a wall & kiss down their body." You look between your two female lovers. The two share a look, before Z-dog pulls you off her bed. She pushes you against the wall and holds your arms above your head. You look at her with wide eyes as Walker shifts to get a better look at the two of you. Z-dog presses her lips to your neck and starts sucking. Your breath comes out shaky. Z-dog trails her lips to your chest, pulling down the collar of your shirt to get better access to your chest. You moan when you feel her tongue slide over your body. Your head rolls to the side. You see Walker looking with big eyes of lust. Then you feel her thigh pushing between your legs and against your core. You press your body against her thigh and move back and forth.

Z-dog pulls away way too early and licks her lips, "You look a little red, Sweets." she grins. You look at her pouting. “Why don't we make a plan?” Walker suggests, before Z-dog pulls you both back onto the bed. "I'm listening." "We're looking for a reason that the guys can't have sex with us, so we can do all the sexual stuff while they can only watch," Walker grins evilly. You and Z-dog both grin. "Why don't we make a bet with them?" imagine. “They’d definitely fall for that.”

The three of you spend the rest of the evening working out the plan, continuing to play the game, and getting drunk. You giggle at the question "Never have I ever, had an orgy," Walker says thickly. The three of you look at each other, burst out laughing and each drink from your own bottle. The three of you already finished your respective moonshine bottles. It's a shame, but there is nothing to do about it. You can't look for more moonshine, especially in your current drunken state.

You start giggling more and roll sideways on the bed. "What?" asks Z-dog, who is also clearly drunk. "How do you think it would go if we played this game with the guys?" you laugh. Z-dog and Walker burst out laughing. "They would protest at first, but as soon as they find out what kind of sexual things you have to do, they would immediately join in." giggles Walker. You felt the small draft flow through the room, and heard the quiet opening of the door.

Z-dog sat on the bed, resting her head on your lap. You try to braid her mohawk but end up messing it up. Mansk smelled the smell of alcohol coming from the three of you and spotted the three empty bottles on the bed. Just three bottles. "Where are the others?" Between the three of you, you can drink half of the base under the table. "Mansk!" Z-dog called, as if she had just noticed his presence. "That's the bottle." You pointed at the bottle he saw. He almost rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said patiently, "Where are the others?" "That's it." A silly smile appeared on your face, and when he saw the three of you relaxed and carefree, he couldn't hide the raised corners of his lips. He sniffed the bottle. Moonshine. This explains a lot.

Z-dog glanced at you while Mansk absentmindedly examined the bottle. Picky bastard. “Attack him?” Her eyes sparkled. You nodded briefly and stood up. Things didn’t go as planned as you both bumped into him from both sides. But you barely knocked him off balance. Z-dog wrapped her arms around him, pinning his arms to her sides. He could easily get rid of the both of you if he wanted to. "I missed you too," he muttered instead, moving his arms to pull you two closer to his chest.

Walker stood unsteadily and reached out to pinched one of his cheeks. He bit her hand, but she quickly retracted her finger and laughed at him. You pinched the other cheek, but he grabbed your wrist and brought it back to your side. You gave him a shy smile and pinched his side. He didn't move or flinch, and you frowned. Right, he’s not ticklish. Your disappointment must have amused him, because a chuckle escaped his lips.

Z-dog broke out of his grasp and pulled you and Walker with her. "We’re gonna find more," she called over her shoulder, heading for the door. Suddenly a wall blocked the exit. "I think you've had enough," mused Quaritch, receiving three identical glares.

You look past Quaritch's shoulder and see your other male lovers. "Brown!" You shout excitedly when you see him. You push past Quaritch and throw yourself into Brown's arms. You almost fall flat on your face, but Brown just manages to catch you. "Damn babygirl, what happened to you?" he asks laughing. "Do not laugh!" you pout. "Quaritch is mean, he won't let us get more moonshine." “Aww, baby, that's sad,” Brown grins. You quickly turn around, almost falling again and Brown again makes sure you don't fall. You hear several laughs around you, but you pay no attention to them as you turn your attention to Quaritch. "See!" you exclaim. “Brown says it's okay if we go get more moonshine.” “Wow, wow, I didn't say that,” Brown quickly defends. "What!" you exclaim indignantly. “And I thought you loved us,” Walker says sadly, tears in her eyes.

"Ouch!" you exclaim, turning to Ja indignantly. He seems surprised by your anger. "What?" he asks. “You stood on my tail, you ass,” you say angrily. He smiles. “Why are you laughing, it hurts,” you snap, crying. “Look at your tail, cutie,” he says, chuckling. You look down and see your tail stuck under your own foot. You lift your foot and rub the sore spot on your tail. “It's not funny after all,” you pout, tears in your eyes. “Of course not, cutie,” Ja smiles sweetly at you.

You stagger over to her and pull Walker and Z-dog back into Z's room. "No sex for two months!" You shout to your men. "Hey!, what have we done?" Fike shouts indignantly. You grin at them and slam the door behind you. It's only twenty-three fifty-nine.

[inawickedlittletown]

Step Into The Light

Notes: He's bi! He's bi! Officially. Cannonically. Nothing can bring me down.

Pairing: Buck/Tommy, pre-Buck/Eddie

Summary: In the aftermath of 7x04, Buck reaches out to the one person that he thinks can help him.

Words: 1,228

On Ao3

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The thing that came first after was calling Hen. Buck supposed that he could have called Maddie. Somehow, though, he knew that as helpful as his sister was pretty much all of the time, this was meant for Hen. Tommy had been gone ten minutes…maybe fifteen. Tommy had kissed him. 

Buck’s fingers touched his lips and he realized they were shaking. 

Hen picked up on the third ring. 

“Hey, Buck,” she said. 

“Hi,” Buck said and he knew it came out strange. 

“You okay?”

“Yes. I’m…yes. I just…”

“Buck, what’s going on? You don’t sound too—”

Buck let out a breath and he shook himself. “I’m good. I’m good. I just…are you busy right now?”

“Karen and I were gonna see what we can find on Netflix, but if you—”

Buck sat up a bit straighter. “Can I…can I come over?”

“Should you be driving?” 

“I’m not drunk, Hen,” Buck shot back. “I’m just…” he trailed off and left it unsaid: I’m just bi.

Well, maybe. Probably. More than probably. That kiss…well, it had blown him away. 

“I’ll bring wine,” Buck announced. 

“Sure. See you in a bit, Buck.”

It was Karen that opened the door. She eyed him a bit. “Now I don’t let just anyone interrupt my one night this week that I got my wife all to myself. This better be good, Buckley.” 

And he just blurted it. “I think I’m bi.” 

At that, Karen pulled him inside, pushed him towards her living room and Buck just let her. He felt when she took the bottle of wine he was holding and then was handed a glass full of wine a moment later. Hen appeared with her own glass and Karen was right behind her. 

“What happened, Buck?” 

Tommy. Tommy at his door. Tommy in his kitchen. Tommy walking towards him. Tommy smiling. Tommy touching his chin. Tommy kissing him. 

“Kissing,” Buck said.

“Kissing,” Hen repeated. 

“Kissing with who specifically?” Karen asked. 

There was something amazing about the way they sat together. Close, not just touching but fitting together. Buck had never paid close attention, he knew how he had always been with romantic partners but they had been girls. All of them shorter, smaller, fitting at his side in a way that left him holding them. It would be so different with a guy. With Tommy. 

“Tommy kissed me,” Buck said and as an afterthought added, “I liked it.” 

There was a moment of silence. 

Then, “What?” from Hen. 

Karen was calmer. “Tommy is the guy that flew the helicopter?”

“Yup,” Buck said. 

“I need more information,” Hen said. “How did this even happen?” 

Buck took a sip of his wine. He couldn’t even think about that, about how he’d wanted to reach out to Tommy as soon as they were back in LA and he hadn’t really thought about the why exactly other than how cool Tommy was. He’d hardly expected Tommy to be so welcoming and to invite Buck for a tour right away. 

Then, Eddie was suddenly there and Buck…well, watching them walk away and then fly away, it left him feeling small and forgotten. Left behind. None of it made sense. 

In the days following, he figured it was about Eddie. It was about how he and Eddie had barely spent any time together outside of work. They were both busy. There had been Natalia and of course there was still Marisol. Even Chris was a factor. Eddie had turned him down the last time Buck threw an idea out and then after that Buck had gone over to Eddie’s place to talk to Chris. So, hearing about Eddie’s plans with Tommy when Eddie hadn’t tried to make plans with Buck lately…maybe it left a bad taste in his mouth. 

It didn’t help that despite talking about getting a drink and Buck getting some lessons from Tommy, Tommy never reached out. Too busy with Eddie. And then, when Eddie had mentioned going out on a night when Buck was free, it had felt like an invitation until suddenly it wasn’t. 

Hearing about Tommy from Chris…that had made him pause because wait when had Tommy met Chris? 

It was in getting Chim to invite him to the basketball game that opened Buck’s eyes because there was Tommy and he was…well, his arms were bare and he was running around getting sweaty and the sun was hitting him just right and he was bumping chests with Eddie and they were so much closer than Buck had expected. And maybe he hit Eddie a little hard and he should have taken it easy, but there had been something brewing inside him and there were no excuses for any of that. 

“He came over,” Buck said to Hen and Karen. “Wanted to clear the air about the whole Eddie thing and I guess…well, I realized why I was feeling so weird about them spending so much time together.”

“What thing with Eddie?” Hen asked at the same as Hen said, “Wow.” 

“Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy,” Hen said. “They even went to watch a fight in Vegas.” 

“Oh,” Karen said. 

“We’re going on a date,” Buck added. 

They both stared at him for a long time and then Hen jumped up and threw herself at him. Arms coming around his shoulder and her head ending up above his. 

“A baby gay, in my own living room.” 

Maybe telling Hen hadn’t been the best move. 

“We’ll have to teach him the handshake,” Karen said with all seriousness. 

Hen pulled back from Buck and she laughed. 

“I’m kind of having a crisis here,” Buck said. 

Hen sat back down. “What’s the issue?”

“I just…I never knew. I had…for so long I just didn’t realize and everything is making sense. This is who I am.”

“And doesn’t it feel good to finally know it,” Karen said. 

“It does. It really does.” 

The silence that followed was nice. Comfortable. It did feel good, like some part of him had finally been unleashed. Like Buck was finally complete…that missing thing he’d always been searching for unearthed and clear to him. Maybe he was still freaking out a little because he had kissed a guy and he was going on a date with that same guy, a guy that Buck found fascinating. Attractive. Enticing. The guy that had delivered an amazing first kiss. He was out of his element in so many ways. 

Karen reached out, touching his forearm. Her hand was warm and small on him. When he looked up and met her eyes she was smiling. 

“This is new territory,” she said gently. “Just go at your own pace. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Yeah,” Buck said.

“He will,” Hen added. 

Buck let out a breath. He felt so light, like he could float away. The nerves weren’t gonna go away anytime soon, but behind them was excitement. There was freedom. There was knowing that all along this had been a part of him and that even if he hadn’t known it, it had been there waiting for the right time, for a moment when Buck was ready to embrace it. 

“So,” he said looking at them, “did you find something to watch on Netflix?” 

“All things considered, we have the perfect thing,” Hen said.

[rxqueenotd]

The Girl Next Door part X

Pairing: Jeryd Mencken x OFC

Warnings: dubious content, alcohol consumption, physical violence, mentions of affairs, morality issues, my improper use of commas. MDNI!

A/N: this is the end, my friends. As quickly as it began, so it shall end. Thanks to everyone who stuck around and read this. Y’all make my heart smile. And to @vivalafae and @runningwiththefoxes for listening to my neurotic ass.

WC: 1801

I managed to make it through dinner without a crack in the facade I had delicately manufactured for the sake of my family and friends.

They sang happy birthday with a sea of waiters piled around the table, their faces blurring along with the rest as I blew out twenty-three candles placed intricately around a pearlescent, heart-shaped cake.

I pushed the food around on my plate to make it seem like I had eaten, choosing to fill up on half a bottle of wine while everyone bantered back and forth from their respective seats, their cheerfulness making me want to scream at the top of my lungs.

One day I would realize that the world never did revolve around me. However, that day was not the day.

The entire affair had lasted five weeks and three days. My mental math gave way to a sea of memories, some pleasant, fleeting, while the others threw up a barrage of red flags, making me wonder why I had been so blind, so careless with a man I didn’t know. Even then, with the information I had, I didn’t know him. To add insult to injury, the logical part of my brain, a part long dormant where he and I were concerned, chastised any part of me that felt heartbroken and confused, citing time, or lack thereof, as a point of weakness. Five weeks is merely a blink of an eye, a flap of a butterfly’s wing. But empires have fallen in a shorter amount of time, and the thought alone made me feel somewhat better. A modicum of reprieve as my thoughts came in waves, battering down on me, sweeping me further and further from the safety of the shore.

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“She’s going to be looking for that note until next Fourth of July,” Heather murmured into my ear, leaning against me from her spot at the stool to my right. The Annual Star Spangled Karaoke event had kicked off and with it came the usual bards and minstrels, drunk and howling away at whatever song was chosen for them by the patrons of The Marina. To be quite frank, none of them could carry a tune in a bucket. You’d think the lightness and fun the setting provided would have made me feel better, but it didn’t. I was drunk and irritated by something as simple as the wind blowing my hair into my face.

“Why do we torture ourselves with this shit every year?”

“Oh, it’s torture, huh?” She turned completely around to look at me, her knees knocking into mine as we came face to face. “Do you have something else you should be doing besides this?”

She cocked her head at me, her eyebrow threading upward as she waited for my response.

I shook my head at her.

“It’s a tradition, Livvy Lou.” She patted my knees, turning her attention back around to the DJ.

“When do we let traditions die?” I asked her, feeling sour and dried out as I finished my second Mai Tai. “Particularly this one.”

She turned around quickly, her expression lost between anger, disappointment, and sadness.

“It’s not like you haven’t blown me off every week for the past month,” she spat, eyes narrowing at me, mouth twitching in a way that let me know she wasn’t quite done with her verbal lashing, but also wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue.

My mouth was bone dry from anxiety, the sudden rising of guilt in my chest from being a terrible friend. A terrible person.

“You know what,” I stood up, the barstool scraping unceremoniously against the tile flooring, “Fuck this.”

She turned back around, unbothered by my outburst, arms crossed snuggly across her chest as I grumbled to myself, retrieving my bag and keys before walking away from her entirely.

On my way out of The Marina, I managed to snag a fifth of Jack from the bar, my way of sticking it to Heather since her family owned the restaurant. Eventually I would replace the bottle, never telling anyone what happened to it originally, though I suspect they never even noticed it was missing.

My entire walk home I replayed the scene from Mencken’s car in my head. I rewound it, stopping and going over each word, pausing, seething, the sloshing of the whisky in its bottle in my fist becoming the background track to my dramatics.

Dodging the passerbys, the ones with enough sense to stay sober as they parted the crowds, each of them marching like worker ants towards the center of the village, ambling towards the best vantage point for the annual fireworks show.

And there I was, no regard for public drunkenness or the mess the sidewalk was making of my bare feet, stomping recklessly towards home for no reason other than not being able to stand myself, wanting nothing more than to rip my skin off piece by piece to give way to the rage boiling right under the surface.

Like he knew, like he could predict my arrival, he stood on his front porch, leaning against the railing with his hands hung over the edge, watching as I edged my way closer to the driveway.

“Happy birthday,” he said as casually as one announces the weather.

I threw my hand up, waving him off, “Fuck you.”

I kept walking, hearing his footsteps bounding down his front steps, doing my best to ignore how close on my heels he was getting.

When I fell—busting my ass with no ounce of grace—as I descended the hill that led to the dock, he grabbed hold of my shoulders.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I shook him off, clawing at the earth to get my bearings, to will myself to stand up and put some much needed distance between us.

He grabbed the bottle I had dropped, tipping it upside down, the amber liquid watering a particularly brown patch of grass that had died somewhere in the peak of June’s heat.

“Think you’ve had enough of this.” He said, chastising me with a raised eyebrow.

“Think I’ve had enough of you.”

I was able to totter successfully onto the dock, walking carefully down at the edge, linking my arms across my chest like a brooding child.

“Shouldn’t you be inside taking care of Rosemary and her fucking baby?”

That earned me a chuckle, an earnest one, as he came to stand beside me, gazing out at the water before his eyes finally landed on me.

“You can’t get mad at me over the natural order of things, Olivia.” His tone was softer than I expected, though I hadn’t expected him to follow me to the dock at all.

“The natural order of things?” A sardonic laugh slipped past my lips, “You tell me she will wise up and leave you in a few years, and then, surprise, she’s pregnant.”

He shrugged. “Is it hard to believe you can dislike someone but still fuck them?”

Once again, I chuckled, “I’ve been doing that very thing for weeks, so.”

A smirk played up behind his knowing smile. Like he was privy to information I didn’t know and most likely would never figure out. It was always like that with him; one step forward, two steps back. “You’re a hypocrite, you know.”

“Can you please just leave me alone?” I pleaded, searching his face for any cracks below the surface, any indication that he was hurting like I was, any indication of humanness underneath his steely exterior.

“What do you want from me?” I asked with a resigned sigh, “Do you want me to march into your house and tell her what’s been going on?”

He stayed silent, his smirk widening, eyes dancing cruelly across my deranged features as I continued, “or better yet, let’s just get her out here for the show. Hann-,”

Before I could finish her name, his palm slapped against my mouth, his other hand curling around my wrist to jerk me towards him.

“Shut the fuck up, Olivia.” He gritted, jerking me closer to him for further emphasis.

I was quick to wriggle out of his hold, shoving him with two hands planted on his chest.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” The impact of my shove sent me reeling, stammering backwards as I watched him fight with gravity.

He recovered, stalking over towards me, gripping my shoulders with a slight shake.

“There’s a streak of cruelty in you that I’ve chosen to ignore, but now that you want to play games, I suppose I should remind you that if you want to destroy me, I’ll destroy you too.” His tone was quiet, but laced with effortless venom as he lowered himself to be level with my face. His grip on my shoulders never loosened as he sloshed me back and forth. The idea of him laying our secret bare mingled with the way he gripped my shoulders, kneading into the bony flesh, bore an anger in me that I had never experienced.

When I hit him, with little to no hesitation, delivering a right hook to the crest of his left cheekbone, I immediately regretted my decision. A flitter of fireworks set off above us as if to mark the tumultuous scene, their ranging colors of royal blue and scarlet red maring with the inky blood oozing down his cheek and onto his chin.

“You hit me.” His face was blank, his phrase almost coming out as a question. For some reason, I expected him to hit me back. I had leveled the playing field with my punch, canceling out gender roles when it landed, shocked when he didn’t send me reeling with a blow of his own. He stammered forward, hands reaching out for me, and I swatted them away, eventually landing weightless hits and dull thuds against the hollow of his chest.

His bloody hand smeared against my face as he pulled me tightly into his chest, pushing my tangled hair away from the tacky sweat on my forehead. I contorted myself against him, pulling and pulling away to no avail. He held me tightly as the night sky exploded above us. My voice was a symphony of weak cries and crackled sentiments as I whispered, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” over and over again until my voice grew hoarse and any resolve I had to get away from him in that moment simply faded away as I wore myself down.

The perfect ending for a nightmarish fever dream—fireworks, a fistfight, a bloodied mess— but nothing could have made it better when he sighed, pressed a kiss to my temple, and in two simple words, he let me win.

“I know.” He said. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then he walked away.

Tag list: @aurorag98

[harringtons-cupid]

Happy 31st birthday the beautiful boy, of Joseph Keery.

MDI- 18+: this is so angsty??, forced (consensual) creampies, car sex!, dirty talk, clit spanking, clit play. Alcohol use!!, female ejaculation.

It was Joe’s birthday. And you weren’t here with him as his friends raised their glasses in a toast.

Sitting in his favourite restaurant, it had all been planned. It was clear that he wanted you back, he never truly let you go.

He was hoping that his birthday would change that, his friends had been in contact with you. Informing Joe that you were coming but as it got later, his eyes stuck on the glass door waiting for you.

Moving the food around the white plates, laughing fakely at every joke that was passed down the table. More bottle of wine were opened and drank by Joe, if he can’t see you he might as well be drunk.

Hours passed and you weren’t here, he began to get impatient. His friends collected their belongings and paid for the table, just as footsteps echoed across the floor. His heart was in his throat as he looked up, you lifted up a bagged bottle of champagne with a smile.

“Happy birthday Joe” your voice was sympathetic, still smiling as his friends patted his shoulder and murmured their goodbyes.

Leaving you alone with a long wooden table between you, Joe wanted to rush forward and kiss you. He wanted to scream, cry and shout but instead he nodded towards the door.

“If you come with me, this is the last time you leave me” his voice was stern and harsh, you felt your body shiver as he looked at you.

You knew that you could always make up excuses why you weren’t here but Joe knew why you weren’t there. It hurt him.

As you walked to his car, he threw you the keys and collapsed into the passenger. It speedy, making you laugh from lack of breath as you rushed through his busy home town. In those moments you both forgot everything that had transcribed between you, his eyes on you as you reached his house.

Leaning forward as the car came to a stop, his lips were damp from the alcohol. Hands rubbed up and down of each others bodies, panting heavily as you clambered into the passenger seat. Fumbling to undo his trousers, his lips kissing your exposed collarbones as his hands rubbed your clit.

You were already wet, the vibrations from the car had tingled you in a good way. His cock was throbbing, the sight of you always got him like this. Not to mention the amount of wine he had drunk before seeing you.

Moaning at the feeling of sliding inside you, it was uncomfortable as you were bent over him in the passenger seat but the way he looked at you was worth it.

Grinding against his cock as it hit your soft spot, yours fingers were on your clit as he held you down thrust into you.

“I’m so fucking pissed off at you, I can’t believe you missed my birthday” he gritted his teeth through his moans, staring at you.

“I’m sorry Joe, I don’t know why I missed it. I guess- oh fuck I thought you wouldn’t want to see me” you whined, your head hitting the rooftop lightly with every movement.

“Of course i want to see you” He groaned, his cock twitched against your tight walls.

With every flick of your clit, every moan that ripples through your body. You drew closer to your orgasm, Joe wasn’t making it easy for you to hold it in. Letting go of your hips, swatting your hand away from your clit he began to take control.

“Joe, you’re going to make cum” you panted, trying to hold yourself in the cramped seat.

“Cum for me, cover my seats in your cum baby girl” he cooed, spanking your clit with every thrust.

That nickname made you melt, he always called it you during your relationship and he knew that it would tip you over the edge.

Staring into his deep brown eyes as you felt your body shake, heavily catching your breath for a second. Watching Joe below you, who smirked up at you.

Gripping onto your hips tightly, moving you with his arms up and down on his cock as his whimpers filled the car. It was steamy now, your head still hitting the roof as his cock hit your overstimulated spot.

He was close but didn’t want to admit it, the surge of pride pulsated through his veins as his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

“Oh fuck” he whined biting his lip you grinded his tip against the top of your walls.

Continuing to move despite being pretty overstimulated, the idea of making him cum for you overpowered that. Smirking as you watched him grow weaker and closer to his own orgasm, whimpering under your control.

“Pull out, Joe” you whined as you felt him groan loudly, he ignored you and held you down onto his cock.

“This is what you get for missing my birthday” his body spasmed as his hot silky cum spurted out his cock inside you.

Forcing you to take every bit of his cum until only limited amounts of it dripped down your thighs and onto his car as you weakly moved over to the drivers seat. The windows were steamed up to the point that neither of you could see outside, Joe felt little of the effects of the alcohol from earlier.

Lifting up the gifted bottle of champagne and waggled it in front of you as you shimmied your clothes back on.

“Night cap” he smirked again at you, there was something so seductive about the way he looked at you.

You always found it hard to say no to Joe.

[zushimart]

clarity. mdni please. scara x masc leaning reader. modern au. drunk kissing (nothing more). suggestive, a bit fluffy.

he wakes up sweaty, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and his throat feels hot. a hand snakes out from the blankets to his bedside table, but the glass of water his muscles are remembering isn’t there. he peeks an eye open to see sheets washed in moonlight and a crack of pain splits through his brain. he curses under his breath, blinking hard as he throws the covers off his body. scara turns his head to the side and rubs at his eyes.

shapes appear in his vision, dancing from the pressure of his palms. when they fade away, they reveal the other half of his bed. it’s occupied.

scara’s eyes widen. he leans in to inspect the soft rising and falling of a lump of blankets only to catch sight of a head of hair. he peers even closer, peeling back the sheets around the other person’s face to reveal — you. his mouth opens, but he keeps his surprise from slipping out. instead, he carefully slides out of bed and slinks to the bathroom.

scara washes his face with cold water, staring into the mirror with wet bangs stuck to his forehead. then, he takes a deep breath. there’s a void in his memories where last night should be. ajax kidnapped him — he took him to a party instead of driving him home like he said he would. scara didn’t leave upon arrival, though. he sat in the corner of the kitchen with the house cat and a glass of wine he poured from the bottle on top of the fridge while the walls and the floors of the house shook with music.

and because he’s feeling honest, he can admit that it was because he saw you through the lit windows of the house when ajax’s car pulled over to a stop. the decision barely amounted to much. instead of crafting up the courage to converse with you, he watched from the sidelines as his target flirted with nameless girls up and down while cycling through drinking games like a champ. maybe it was his own fault for thinking he could entice you over with a few timed glances and bored sighs. your pursuits were firmly elsewhere.

one glass turned to two and then three and ajax was able to pull a buzzed scara out of his seat. he remembers the plush carpet of the second floor of the house and the ambient lighting of a few dim lamps… a couple familiar faces were sat in a circle around a coffee table with an empty bottle to spin and a handful of shot glasses. a couple hard swallows of face-scrunching alcohol later is where his memories begin to slip in and out of clarity. the images are fuzzy with static like he’s trying to find the sweet spot for a channel on the radio. the smell of someone’s cologne. boisterous laughter. climbing into someone’s lap. a tongue in his mouth. glimpses of you.

scara’s heart skips a beat. his wide-eyed reflection stares back at him in the mirror as he white-knuckles the sink.

your cologne. your teasing laugh. your lap. your tongue in his mouth.

he’d stared at the bottle with a gaze hot enough to melt the glass as if he could manipulate the spin. maybe he did, since it landed on you. the smile on scara’s face was wide and toothy and stupid. yours was too, though. he practically threw himself over the coffee table, knocking his empty shot glass to the ground in his excitement to take his seat. the wolf whistles and whooping cheers muffled in his ears like he was underwater, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he leaned in when your hands found his waist and the kiss was a little too deep a little too quickly. all drunk and messy.

the memories are humiliating to a sober mind, but he can’t help the way an exciting buzz washes through his body. scara starts giggling in the bathroom. he tries to cover his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound, but the butterflies that flutter in his stomach knock the nausea around till he’s queasy. he might even throw up. stomach acid burns his throat as he coughs up bitter spit.

you kept your hands to yourself last night — a responsible nanny, steadying his gait with a touch at the small of his back and never straying. he was the one who wrapped himself around your arm like candy, whining about the cold.

and despite the shame that burns his face red from his disinhibition, he can’t help but cling to the warmth blooming in his chest at the memory of your gentle attention. finally, a gaze meant for him, a touch meant for him, a kiss meant for him. and now you lay in his bed, peacefully sleeping.

ah, you two have something to talk about when you wake up, don’t you?

[thecameronchronicles]

You Should Be Thanking Me

TW: Smut. Language. Degrading Language. Enemies to Lovers!

*This is obviously when he is not with Elaine, but also no hate to her! <3

SUMMARY: You hate him. Everything about him gets under your skin. At least it did until one night at a wrap party…

WORD COUNT: 2700

*Requested*

You Should Be Thanking Me

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch how every girl who met him simply threw themselves at him, all for a character he portrayed on screen. You fought the urge to constantly invade these interactions with the truth of how you really saw him. And yet you did not want to ruin the experience for the fans of the show that also served as a means to a paycheck for you. 

Even if you didn’t share scenes with him, you were forced to be at his beckon call as an assistant, just a stepping stone to the job you truly wanted as a producer, and one he made difficult to achieve as he pushed every single one of your buttons. It led for your reputation to feel these effects as you weren’t able to be in his presence for longer than sixty seconds without bickering about something so stupid that it sent everyone in earshot to roll their eyes in annoyance. And yet, you had a reason to celebrate as you would be free of him for at least another four months as you’d just helped finish wrapping the latest season of Outer Banks. 

You were already well into your second wine cooler by the time he arrived at the wrap party, the urge for something stronger worsening, as his eyes faded into frustration when finding you there as well. So without a care of judgement, you took the entire bottle of the closest liquor and made your way to the opposite side of the establishment to try and forget how enduring him was part of your job. If not for the fact your dreams were so close within reach, you would have allowed yourself the peace of his absence by resigning. And yet, you just couldn't give him the satisfaction. 

The morning after the wrap party had you stumbling through an unfamiliar hotel room that was a connection to the room in which the festivities had been held the night before. Evidence of released inhibitions created obstacles to your discombobulation until you were able to move successfully into the bathroom. With a renewed sense of self granted by a splash of water, your eyes fixated on the sight of a specific t-shirt set over your torso-a shirt you knew belonged to HIM. He’d worn it far too often that it had faded to such a degree it was difficult to tell its original colors, and it was now covering your modesty as the details of the last night remained fuzzy, you curved around the corner to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. 

Running his fingers through his hair and extending his wingspan into a stretch, your eyes caught onto his muscles flexing to his movements and those dimples drawing attention to his handsome features. It was one thing you could never deny about him, which made him even more intolerable-even if you would rather die before having him hear it from your lips, he was painfully attractive. But it didn’t make up for the way he’d treated you with such cold distance and cruel remarks, picking a fight just for the sake of it. And it was the reminder of this that brought you to look at him in disgust as he rose to his feet. 

“Most people would just say ‘thank you’, you know…” He shot in your direction as you sharpened your gaze in his direction. 

“For WHAT?” A look of amusement now came across his expression. 

“I knew you were drunk, but I didn’t think you were blackout drunk…I’m insulted…” He feigned injury by taking a hand to his chest as you suddenly noted a few details that sent your stomach into knots. The disheveled sheets on the bed, a pair of handcuffs set just off of the corner, and your lack of panties left all details pointing towards one thing. 

“We…we-you…we…” You couldn’t even attempt to bring the words to the surface as it was too unnatural for such words to exist. But all your attempts managed to do was widen his bemused expression. 

“Don’t worry, we used protection-” He teased as you hit hard against his chest, forcing him to spill the coffee he was attempting to make. 

“SERIOUSLY?!” He groaned, wiping the new stain caused from your shove from his pants before throwing up his hands. “Calm down, I didn’t fucking touch you so you can stop looking at me like that-”

“Then…Then why am I here?” He scoffed before pulling his phone to view. 

“Of all times you choose to be a jackass…” You muttered as he hesitated for a moment before pulling a video from the night before. As clear as day, your inhibitions were left at the mercy of the whiskey’s effects; your body forced in to him as you were relentlessly badgering him to ‘fuck the attitude out of you’, all while he didn’t feed into your line had instead kept you from making a fool out of yourself-at least more than you already had. 

“LIke I said-MOST people would have just said thank you…” He moved past you, back onto the bed as you paused for a moment before pointing to the handcuffs, a wide smile cresting on his face as he took a sip before offering you an answer. 

“Oh yeah…”

“Rudy!”

“Funny…you said it exactly like that night-but wore a bit less clothing-” 

“Fuck you.” You spat, turning to leave before the sound of your name spoken in exhaustion set you rooted in place. 

“Nothing happened. You got hammered and threw yourself at me. I brought you back here and you STILL threw yourself at me. Did you forget ALL of it?”

“Just tell me why I’m here and not at home…Please…”

“You can’t hold your liquor for shit. You threw up all over your dress and so I gave you my shirt…Then I tried to get you to shower, but you just kept touching on me so I left you in there. When I opened the door, you lunged at me and the only way I could keep you from being even crazier was to tie you to the bed. Eventually you calmed down and so I undid the handcuffs while you were sleeping…okay? So now you can go so I can enjoy my coffee…in peace…without you…” He moved to drink before you set  your hands on your hips. 

“Jesus Christ, what now?!”

“My…where’s my underwear?”

“I don’t know…You weren’t wearing them when you came out of the bathroom. A detail you made sure I knew…” Your glare worsened. 

“Just so you know, whatever that was had nothing to do with you, okay?”

“I can assure you it did. You’re just lucky I was a gentleman-” You scoffed. 

“YOU?!”

“If I wasn’t, you would be waking up unable to walk, okay?”

“Sure…”

“The way you were acting last night, the things you said, rubbing up all over me-anybody else would have taken advantage of them…But I didn’t. You should be thanking me not fucking interrogating me!”

“I would NEVER let you touch me-”

“That’s not what you said last night-”

“Oh really?! And what DID I say that was so damning?!” You came to regret asking this immediately as his eyes lit with mischief as he suddenly crossed the room, pinning you against the far wall with nothing more than his quick step and means of intimidation of a focused gaze. 

“You told me how wet I make you…How you touch yourself thinking about me…" After a moment of being overwhelmed with the heat of his words, you composed yourself enough to return to your rebuttal. 

"I must have been smashed, but I hate to break it to ya, you could have been anybody and I would have-" He leaned further into your body, his knee now between your thighs as he remained just far enough away to keep from making contact, but threatening to do so nonetheless. 

"Nope. Because you were VERY specific about how we met. The way you noticed me…how you wanted to, and I quote, 'learn if you fucked as good as you looked'-"

"I- '' You were quick to try and offer some secondary explanation as this was the truth. When you'd first met him he had entangled you with how he portrayed his role and managed to make friends with everyone in a matter of seconds. But a few ignorant remarks and misogynistic teases and you were left with this admiration soured into aggression. But you would be damned if you would let him know it. 

"You said how you wanted me to take you into my trailer and bend you over until your screaming got us both fired. But my favorite one was how you talked about what you wanted me to do to you…" His fingers traced down your arms, the initial rejection softening in silence at this point of contact.. 

"You said you wanted me to go slow at first…touching you until I would fuck you however, whenever, and as long as I wanted until you would make me come…" He smirked, eyes pulling from your body and back into your mouth left agape he continued. 

"And then you said you didn't hate me. You just hated how badly you wanted me. And you proved it in every touch since then and even more so in your denial now-"

"I was drunk!"

"Being drunk doesn't make you lie, it's actually the opposite. And I got to learn every depraved thing you wanted me to do to you…" He pressed himself close enough to your body to feel the raise of blood pressure leaving your skin warm with anxiety. 

"You-"

"You can lie to me all you want sweetheart…or at least try to…but I know exactly what you want…" He was impossibly close, nose resting on the side of your own with a breath testing your lips. 

"All you have to do is ask… real pretty for me now…" You silenced him by closing the space between you. 

You had imagined this more than you’d care to admit. You couldn’t help it when he was irresistibly charming to a fault. The way his smile lit up a room and his jokes lightened any conversation. The way you admired how he adored and committed to his craft no matter the role and to his fans even more. And you loathed how much you wanted him for all of these reasons and more. The tension, the passion, and the uncertainty would come together in this kiss before the feel of his hands through your hair had you within his control. 

“Is THIS why you’ve always been such a bitch?” You wanted to correct him for the name and yet a portion of your body reacted in having been made alight by its direction made to you. It was something he sensed as he scoffed. 

“THIS,” He led your hand to his cock, beyond intimidating as your small hand clasped around it in mercy. “All you need to stop being so tense? Hmm?”

“Rudy, I-” He would force you into quietude by that pull worsening in your hair as he used his body and this hold to lead you to the bed. 

“I have spent way too fucking long listening to you whine and complain,” He shook his head. “Now I’m gonna make you scream for me…” The dominance fell weak as he used his fingers to pull the fabric around your torso on the floor and you’d find him standing in almost in wait. 

“What are you doing?”

“Savoring this…” He explained while his eyes took in the way you’d been completely bare before him. 

There wasn’t an inch of your skin his fingers hadn’t found until you were pushed onto the bed and forced to look up at him. The way he stood between your legs, chest in a huff from your recent kisses and eyes blazed with a lust you’d only ever seen when he was in character, you almost trembled beneath him. He was always so lighthearted in majority, decadent in the darkness of his desires at this moment because of you…

“Play with it…” He ordered. 

“Now…” When you hesitated, mostly out of embarrassment, he lowered to you, pressing his hands into the bed on either side, but only allowing his breath to tease your lips. 

“You went out of your way last night to tell me how I made you want to between takes…how you wanted to slip away and suck me off because you wanted to see what I look like when I came-not to mention how you ran those dirty little fingers between your legs when we we were alone…So you’re gonna let me see what it looks like until I can validate everything else you said.” He moved back between your legs. 

“So play…” You obliged, swallowing hard, before raising yourself onto your elbows. 

“Faster…” He spoke rather shakily, his hand massaging himself as he was now bare before you. 

“FASTER….” He ordered through clenched teeth as you obeyed, your head falling slack as he took in the motions of pleasure across your body; toes curled, eyes screwed, and the most beautiful symphony of whines and whimpers to ever leave your lips now echoing just for his ears. 

“Two fingers-right fucking now, baby-” Again, you obliged, all to eagerly as he basked in your submission as well as your reaction. 

“Oh God…” You groaned as he nodded, your eyes opening just long enough to find his approval. 

“Did I say you could come?!” He charged, pulling you onto your knees with an abrupt positioning before his cock teased your folds. 

“Wet like the perfect little slut you are-all for me…” He smiled as you nodded. 

“Are you actually agreeing with me?”

“Rudy please!”

“I wanna hear you beg for it…” The idea made him all too pleased with himself to not savor it, wanting to hear just how badly you wanted it one last time. 

“Please!” You forfeited your stubbornness, too desperate for that teasing release to deny yourself it’s beckoning call. 

“One more time…just because I can?”

“RUDY PLEASE!” He licked his lips before finally filling your neediness. Your fingers pulled behind you to try and bring him closer, a handful of your hair taken in his hand now redirecting your grips to his hold. 

“You weren’t lying about how tight you are-shit!” He groaned, motions quickening with each thrust as you both built to that incomparable crescendo only an orgasm could allow, hands to your ass in sporadic assault before you were taken just slightly higher in a hold as he bent over you. 

“Is that attitude gone yet? You gonna keep being a smartass?” You couldn’t respond in anything but his name fading into a groan. Because of this, he’d pull you in a wrap to him, still keeping pace with each pound, while his fingers now moved to your clit and across your cheek to bring you into a kiss. 

“Answer me-”

“Yes.” You rebelled as he held your jaw apart. 

“Looks like we’ll have to shut you up another way then.” You were taken onto your knees, his cock angrily pushed past your swollen lips, as he projected a series of thrusts until you were crying and breathless before him. 

“How about now? Still wanna play with fire sweetheart? I can do this all fucking day-” You only took your hand in faster motions at his cock’s base, eyes narrowing beyond their tears, as he forced you even deeper by the hold at the back of your neck. 

“Swallow.” He supplied this caution before his ungodly pace sent your gag reflex into overdrive until your name left in his curses brought him to his climax. 

You weren’t even allowed to relish in this victory, however, before you were pushed back to the bed and you relgs were over either of his shoulders, his approval to your motions pulling your own orgasm between your legs and to his palate while you were left in nothing but tremors and sweat. 

“Say thank you.” He teased as smirked. 

“Thank you.” You obliged, this final act of submission before you would return to your normal hostility, now sweetened in knowing just how beautiful temporary relinquishment could be once executed. 

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[starsfic]

proompt: wukong pops into xaiotian’s apartment one night as a wholesome surprise only to find him drunk because he was stressed

based off the headcanon that xaiotian is a light weight, a happy drunk, and only rarely drinks when extremely stressed

Anon: prompt of wukong lulling mk (who was having anxieties) to sleep 

Anon: MK getting drunk with Mei and just having a good time. Red walks in and just sees the two idiots laughing way too loud lmao

Sun Wukong threw open the window with “Hey, guess who has the best mentor in the world-!”

A warm body slammed into him, wrapping him into a hug. There was a delighted trill of “MONKEY KING!” Wukong yelped, steadying his student. He wasn’t exactly the hugging type but that wasn’t his concern. What was his concern was the faint scent of alcohol.

“Kid, are you drunk?”

Xiaotian leaned back with a giggle, revealing hazy eyes. “Just a little…” He gestured somewhere. “It’s over there…” Wukong followed his finger to see a bottle. “Xiaojiao brought it over.”

“And where is Xiaojiao?”

Xiaotian shrugged. “Red called her and she had to go.” The happiness in his voice had soured, just a bit. “Said it was…super important…that’s fine. Just a little lonely.” He blinked, revealing for a brief second tears, and then his smile was back. “But now you’re here!”

Wukong nodded. “Yep, I am!” He led Xiaotian over to the bed. “Here to bring by a little gift and make sure you don’t get sick.” Xiaotian happily plopped down, allowing him to grab the bottle. It was surprisingly less light than he expected. Huh, was the kid a lightweight?

Not important.

“Have you had anything to drink?” Xiaotian gestured to the bottle, beaming happily at him. Wukong chuckled, grabbing the cork and closing the bottle back up. Xiaotian didn’t need any more wine. “Besides this, kid. Any water or anything like that?” Xiaotian seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head. “Okay.” Wukong set down the wine and moved to go to the kitchen. “I’ll go you a glass-”

“NO!”

The yell made Wukong yelp. Xiaotian had tackled him back into a hug, gripping him tight. “Kid, what?!”

“No, don’t leave!”

“Bud, I’m not leaving-!”

“But everyone’s leaving!” Xiaotian let out a sob, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. “Everyone has something more important and...and...and-!” The door opened. “Xiaojiao has Red and Pigsy and Tang are busy in some library and Xiaojiao likes hanging out with Red more than me-” Xiaojiao entered and paused, her eyes going wide. “And I know I should be happy she’s making more friends but-”

“Bud, breath.” Wukong began to run his fingers through his hair, making calming chirps. Eventually the ugly sobbing died down, but the guilt in his heart didn’t. “I promise, I’m not going to leave you again. Okay?”

“...”

“How about we take a nap?” Wukong gestured for Xiaojiao to back up. She did, eyes still wide. “That’ll make you feel better.” Xiaotian whined as Wukong pushed him down. His eyes were already sliding shut though. “And, I’m sure Xiaojiao and Red will be back soon!”

“...okay...”

Wukong nodded, pulling up the sheets. “Yep, don’t worry. We gotcha.” 

Xiaotian nodded, eyes sliding shut. Wukong paused, waiting, but his student didn’t stir. He sighed. Now, to deal with Xiaojiao outside-

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE HIM FEEL THAT WAY!” And Xiaojiao was drunk too. She dropped the six pack she held (well, three pack, actually), letting out loud sobs. Wukong yelped as, once again, he was hugged by a drunk youth. “I DIDN’T WANNA MAKE HIM FEEL BAD!”

“Kid, kid, you’re gonna wake him up-!”

Xiaotian was already sitting up. His eyes went wide and he squealed, a grin forming. “XIAOJIAO! BESTIE!” She looked up at his call and gasped, her own wide grin forming. Xiaotian started to bounce excitedly, holding out his arms. “HUG HUG HUG HUG-!”

“HUG HUG HUG HUG-!”

The two hugged, their laughter loud and drunkenly merry. The volume made Wukong winced, but he couldn’t help a smile at the sight. Footsteps headed up the stairs. “Okay, Dragon Girl, did you get some water-?” Red Son peered in, raising a brow at the sight. “What is going on-?”

“RED!”

“RED RED RED HUG HUG HUG RED!”

“Your responsibility.” Wukong pushed the prince forward. Red gaped at him before Xiaotian yanked him into his bed to be hugged by the drunk duo. He chuckled as Red whined but surrendered.

Now he could get that water.

And drop off that gift.

[astro-can]

Meaning of Life | soukoku | Chapter One

"ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?"

Nakahara Chuuya’s one wish in life is for Dazai Osamu to disappear forever. Or at least, that’s what he thinks. Dazai Osamu’s one wish in life is to find a beautiful woman to commit double suicide with. Or at last, that’s what he wants Chuuya to think.

a short soukoku fanfiction (around 3-4 chapters) tw: suicide and blood word count: 1.4k

Nakahara Chuuya was at his limit. 

He was walking to his favourite bar one late evening after a particularly tiring day. The Boss had putten him in charge of overseeing a suspicious group of ability-users in the north side of the city. The job could’ve easily gone to someone ranked lower than him, like Akutagawa or Tachihara, but Chuuya knew best to not disobey the Boss’s orders. Long story short, he managed to find out the identity and motive of the group, interrogate the members, kill the leader, and dispose of any evidence that the group ever existed. The job was fairly effortless, but then he was sent to pick up all of Elise’s clothes at the tailor. And that was no easy job.

I don’t know why Boss keeps giving me such useless tasks. I’m one of the five executives, for christ’s sake. I should be doing more than hauling fifty pounds of dresses for some young bratty girl.

Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, Dazai Osamu showed up.

A coincidence? Maybe. But for his greatest rival and ex-partner to show up at the same bar at the exact same time as him, he doubted it.

Naturally, Chuuya picked up the nearest object (which happened to be a bottle of wine) and threw it at Dazai.

“Woah, woah, Chuuya-kun! No need to be so aggressive!” Dazai caught the bottle with one hand instead of dodging it and tapped the counter. “Get me a cup, bartender.”

The bartender was a middle-aged woman with short curly hair. She nodded and obliged. Dazai took a seat a few chairs away from Chuuya and poured himself a shot of the wine he had thrown at him.

“What the hell are you doing here, shitty Dazai? Get out of my sight before I pummel you to death!” Chuuya roared, scooting away from his enemy.

“Are you already drunk? It seems like you haven’t even drank anything yet, though.” Dazai flashed his infamous smile at Chuuya. He looked no different than he usually did - shaggy brown hair, a long beige coat, a dark vest over a dress shirt, beige pants, and a bolo tie held together with a turquoise pendant. His eyes were bright under the dim lights hanging above, although Chuuya could see a hint of exhaustion behind them.

“Allow me.” Dazai scooted over and started pouring for Chuuya. However, as he drew his hand back, he hit the cup and knocked it over onto Chuuya’s clothes.

“You bitch–! You did that on purpose!” A vein popped in Chuuya’s forehead as he grabbed a few napkins to clean it up. “I had this vest cleaned yesterday!”

“Well then, you can clean it again! Not that hard, no?” Dazai hummed.

That menace! “What are you even doing here? Doesn’t the President of the Agency get mad when you casually meet up with members of the Port Mafia?” Chuuya gave up on trying to get Dazai to leave, knowing that his efforts would be futile. He did increase the distance between him and Dazai, though. He wanted nothing to do with his former partner.

“I couldn’t care less if Fukuzawa-san found out!” Dazai exclaimed loftily. “It’s Kunikida that would scold me. But I don’t care what he thinks, so all’s good!”

He really doesn't give a fuck, huh? Fucking bastard. 

Did he want to see me? Is that why he’s here?

…As if.

“What about you, Chuuya-kun? What are you doing at a bar at this time of day?”

“Why do you care?” Chuuya snapped, tilting his head back and taking a shot. “Found any new suicide methods recently?”

“Why do you care?” Dazai mocked him, making a silly face. Chuuya slammed his cup down angrily and glared at him, activating his Gravity Manipulation to show off a dark red aura. “Calm down, Chuuya-kun, I’m just kidding!”

Chuuya-kun, Chuuya-kun. Tch, he needs to shut up. “I just want you to die already, goddammit!”

“But Chuuya-kun…I need a beautiful woman to commit double suicide with! Otherwise, it won’t be fun or meaningful!” Dazai said, eyeing the bartender. “Like, for instance…”

“H-huh?” The bartender’s face turned bright red when Dazai jumped up and gently grabbed her slender hands.

“Oh, gorgeous maiden, would you have the honor of committing double suicide with me? We could elegantly jump off a tall building together, for example, the Port Mafia headquarters…” Pink roses and golden sparkles were practically emitting off of Dazai, his cunning smirk now changed to a soft smile. He batted his eyelashes and leaned in, only an inch away from the poor woman.

Chuuya stared at Dazai. Normally, he would pull the bastardous boy away and apologize to the woman, but today, a different kind of anger washed over him.

That damn woman did not deserve to hold Dazai’s hands, and she certainly did not deserve Dazai’s proposal of double suicide.

Wait…what?

Am I drunk?

Why am I thinking like this?

He clenched his fists. Is Dazai pulling some trick on me to make me feel jealous?

Why am I jealous?

Since when did I get jealous?

“...Oi, Chuuya. Looking a bit pale there.” Dazai turned around, his left cheek red from the slap the bartender had just given him. “Already wasted?”

She…slapped him.

She slapped him?

Chuuya gritted his teeth and directed his glare towards the woman, who was now awkwardly shuffling away.

Then he realized what he was doing and stopped himself. Why do you care? You hate Dazai. You hate Dazai. You hate Dazai. You wish he would just die already.

While Chuuya struggled with his little internal conflict, Dazai side-eyed him calculatingly. Then the corners of his mouth twitched up, as if he had figured something out. “What’s wrong, Chuuya? Old age finally getting to you? Need me to crack some of those joints?”

“We’re the same age!” Chuuya hissed. He felt his face heat up from Dazai’s second statement. Stop it, dirty mind.

“Ah, but you’re so much shorter! And why do you look so sick?” Dazai showed no sign of stopping until he got an answer. “Is that just a thing that happens with short people when they’re at bars?”

Chuuya clicked his tongue in annoyance and hit Dazai as hard as he could. The latter doubled over in pain and grunted, muttering a few incoherent words under his breath. Chuuya found himself blushing, and immediately hid his face from Dazai. “...I’m the only one who’s allowed to hit you,” he whispered.

“What was that?” Dazai perked up.

“Nothing, go to hell! Why do you want to die so much anyway? If you want to commit suicide, then commit suicide, whether it be with a hot woman or whatever!” Chuuya yelled, annoyed by Dazai’s antics.

Dazai’s playful expression vanished and was replaced by a serious one. “Why do you think I always attempt suicide but I never commit it?”

“Huh…?” Chuuya looked up, startled by Dazai’s sudden change in tone. “Wha…I don’t know. Tell me.”

Dazai’s smile returned. “Wahahaha, it's a secret! You’ll have to find that out for yourself! 

“You—!”

The chair screeched back as Dazai stood up. He winked at Chuuya and left the bar after laying some money on the counter. Chuuya grunted, grabbed the wine bottle, and took a long swig. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a piece of paper on the chair Dazai had been sitting in.

“…” Chuuya snatched it up before anybody else could look at it.

Saturday, 11pm, south docks. Just you and me ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

He scoffed. So shitty Dazai came here for a reason. Some sort of mission? Why would we be doing it together? Twin Dark became no more after he left the Mafia.

Shouldn’t I run this by the Boss?

Just you and me.

Chuuya shoved the paper into his pocket and stood up to leave. He laid money on the counter and strode out of the bar, opening the door and inhaling the fresh air.

He took out a cigarette and pondered on whether to have a smoke before going home or not.

“Chuuya-kuuuuuun, you do know that you’ll die of lung cancer if you keep smoking, right? In that case, I’ll appreciate it if you keep going! You’ll be out of my life sooner, then!”

“Does he really want me to die of lung cancer?” Chuuya twisted the cigarette with his fingers and tossed it into the garbage nearby. The people around him moved away, scared of the scary aura surrounding him. He tugged his hat low to hide his sour expression and downturned lips, his hand trembling from an unknown feeling.

“What a jerk.”

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

chapter two