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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Astarion's s/o avoiding him to prepare a Valentine's Day surprise feasts for him? Nothing angsty however, she just makes up excuses to throw him off.

Astarion x Reader - Valentine's Day

It was official. [Y/N] was avoiding him. And Astarion couldn’t figure out why.

He assumes he’s done something wrong. He just couldn’t figure out what. For all his social graces, charm, and etiquette training to seep in with the noble lords, he still had the incredible knack of saying the wrong things at the wrong time with this group of people. No one seemed to get his biting wit or rapier sharp jabs, usually with their literal counterparts. Except for Shadowheart and Lae'zel, but…that really didn’t add credibility to his argument.

At first, he hadn’t noticed. Astarion wasn’t some puppy that followed them around camp, like that mutt they picked up. He had his own entertainments and [Y/N] had their own business to attend to. It was a lot of work keeping their once neat little conclave turned full blown circus in line, but [Y/N] seemed to manage. Astarion often thought during lost moments that if anyone really wanted to take over the world, they should study and harness whatever power it was they had to keep drawing people into them. Forget the tadpoles. Much less slimy as well.

Still, he wasn’t immune to being ignored. And after a while he started to wonder what could be so important. Not that he was looking for attention. To reiterate, he was not a lost puppy following them around. Astarion was just….curious as to what could have bedazzled their focus so.

Stealthy as a cat, he followed after [Y/N] as the snuck off into the forest around their camp. Their third time out there, if his observations were correct. Silently and cautiously, he followed. Until he felt it was the perfect time to announce himself with an accusatory, “what are you doing out here?” as he stood to make his presence known.

“Gah!” [Y/N] exclaimed in a startled sound. Prone, for a moment in surprise as they turned to face him. Astarion had never seen this expression before. In battle, they were always so fierce and focused. Even when he ‘surprised’ them on one of their early nights together, hungry and asking for more than he probably should have, they still had this spark of defiance & fight about them. But genuine surprise? Now he had to know what was going on.

“I said, what are you doing out here?” He repeated in case they missed it in their shock. “Why are you slinking out here in the middle of the night like some manner of shade? Surely you can’t be coming out here to relieve yourself that many times. Wyll’s cooking isn’t that bad. And why haven’t you talked to me at all today? It’s very rude.” Looking into their eyes, which had softened out of surprise into their usual fair expression, Astarion realized he was scolding them for something he was upset about and took a deep breath before he apologized. “Look…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that...I don’t like secrets darling. So if something is wrong, or if I’ve done something incredibly foolish, just tell me so we can move on from it.”

“….it’s not really a secret…” Astarion arched a brow at their reply, then watched them move to the side to reveal a blanket, candles, and what looked like one of the better bottle of wine they’d abscond with from a pillaged merchant cart they rescued. “It was…more meant to be a surprise. To celebrate.”

Astarion was racking his brain at the moment to think on what they could be celebrating. Of course, every day they were alive, kicking, and not turned into mind flayers seemed a good enough reason to celebrate, but this seemed more formal than that. He tried to think about what it could be and then he suddenly realized. ‘Oh shit’. It was Blessed Hearts Day.

A frivolous feast day where lovers would croon and swoon at one another, give horrible tacky gifts, then drunkenly stumble down the streets to fuck like rabbits, which was probably the only reason it was on the cusp of spring.

Astarion had never paid much attention to it. Besides it being a frivolous holiday, he never had any reason to pay attention to it. Other than the fact that around this time of year he could pull in 2 or 3 victims a week, rather than his usual 1, for Cazador, if he played his cards right. Everyone was searching for love around this time of year, and Astarion was happy to provide.

Well, not happy, but obliging.

Well, not obliging, but amenable.

He never would have thought that someone as steadfast & stalwart as [Y/N] would be interested in something as foolish as Blessed Hearts Day. But, then again, he never asked. So who was the real fool here?

“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t get you anything.”

“It’s alright.” They reply with a smile. And Astarion felt that it was very much not alright. They had given him so much, kept giving him so much, and he continued showing up empty handed at their door. He’d never felt so much like a cad. “This was just something I wanted to do. I’ve never…had someone…to share Blessed Hearts Day with.”

Suddenly he wished for the ground to open up like one of those portals and swallow him up. Astarion couldn’t feel any lower than if he was under Avernus. But then all their hard work would go to waste, and they couldn’t have that.

“Well, it seems we’re in agreement again my dear. I’ve never had someone to truly share the holiday with either. Pawns and playthings, sure. But a true someone,” Astarion stepped closer to press his hand against their cheek, “my someone, well…that will be a new experience for me. It seems every where I turn, you’re always giving me new experiences.”

They seemed pleased by his words. Which was good because that’s all he had at the moment to give them. And his heart. Such as it was.

They spent the evening together under the stars. Talking some, but mostly quiet. Falling into each other’s arms much later and wrapped up in their picnic blanket in the cool grass before the night was over. He still thought it was a frivolous holiday, as he intended to spend everyday reminding [Y/N] how much he loved & how much they had changed him, but he supposed he could see the appeal now.

[shewrites444]

earned it [thomas shelby x mafia/dominant reader smut]

word count - 3k

[ summary - the reader, the current head of the sicilian mob, meets with thomas shelby to discuss an issue that intervenes with both of their organizations. despite their mutual disliking for one another, thomas takes an interest to the business woman before him, and doesn’t seem to realize how powerful she may be. ]

[ warnings - mentions of violence, strong cursing, dirty talk, dominant female, oral (f & m), praise kink, unprotected sex ]

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“and if we get ‘rid’ of him and his members, how are we going to go about that?” thomas shelby asked me from across the obnoxiously long dining table, lighting a cigarette and sinking into his chair.

i shrug nonchalantly, resting my arms against the table as i chew the steak his supposed aunt polly cooked for us. we’d be discussing this matter for so long my food was starting to get cold.

“we can handle that, all i ask is for you and your family to do the talking. get them out of birmingham and into italy. i know it’s a far stretch, but we can make it work. when someone is offered a lot of money, they’ll travel. the last thing their organization wants is no protection. i think they’d trust the mob’s word over a group of drunken, horse-betting brothers.”

thomas scoffed, moderately offended but also carrying a tone of impressment, taking a sip of his whiskey and gesturing the glass towards me. “you italians have a mouth on you, eh? you crawl around europe like the coppers, thinking you own the cities, only you’re not afraid to take out your guns, hm, mrs. [y/n].”

“i’m not married.” i mutter, once again taking the steak knife in my hand as i begin to cut the tender meat.

he quirked his brow, setting his glass down. “my mistake. i assumed that a woman who ran one of the most dangerous gangs in italy was wedded. i should’ve looked at your ring finger before i commented, miss [y/n].”

“we’re not here to discuss my marriage status, mr. shelby. this group of communists pose a real threat to both of our families. i can get back in my carriage right now and send my men in here to shoot you in the fucking head for all i care, if you don’t cooperate, or we can get back to information that actually matters, and your life goes on.” i look him in the eyes, a blank expression on my face.

he stood up, walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself more whiskey, taking another glass and filling it with a new bottle of red wine after popping the cork. he set it beside my plate, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down.

“you can get pissed off all you want, dear, but i’m the one with a gun in my pocket. i could kill you, and your men, in a matter of seconds, so don’t think your words even draw a nick of blood on me.” he threatened, sipping his drink, enough to nearly empty the glass. “we can agree to disagree all night, or you can change your temper and we can figure out a neutral solution for the both of us.”

i chew my steak, watching him speak with a smirk on my redly tainted lips. i take the glass of wine and drink it slowly. “you are quite charming, mr. shelby. it almost offends me that you think i walked into your home unarmed, too.” i take my napkin and dab it on my lips before standing up, dusting off my black dress. “do as i say, and get them to italy. we can discuss the specifics after you speak to their leader. walk me to my carriage, won’t you?”

thomas stands up, pushing both of our chairs in before walking me to the back doorway, his whiskey glass still in hand, only a few ice cubes left inside and not even a shot’s worth of alcohol. i glance down at the purse in my hand, looking through to find my lipstick, confused if i had dropped it when i stood up from the table. i sigh, looking up to the peaky blinder who stood before me as he opened the door for me.

“give me one minute, i think i dropped my lipstick by my chair.” i set my purse down on the table aside their coat rack and walk back to the dining room, hearing his footsteps trail behind as he followed.

i lean down, seeing the lipstick on the floor and pick it up, turning around to bump into thomas, our faces not even two inches apart as he lightly pushed me against the table.

i roll my eyes, both hands planting against his chest and pushing him off. “i don’t think me saying i was unmarried was a suggestion, mr. shelby. not every woman becomes a whore when you have them over for dinner.”

“do you ever freely sleep around, miss [y/n]?” thomas asks, looking down to meet my eyes, then averting to my lips. “surely, a woman like you, can get whoever she wants. you run apart of the bloody world, for what it’s worth. do you ever fuck anyone on your level? someone as powerful as you are?”

“that’s none of your concern.” i say, glancing down at the light erection that was intruding his black slacks. “although, i definitely don’t fuck men that rudely come onto me when i make it clear i came over for strictly business.”

he grinned, one of his hands gently sliding onto my back, the other setting the glass on the table, one ice cube sliding onto his fingertips. he pressed it against my collarbone, sliding it down my skin softly.

“oh, but you definitely do. i think this says otherwise, don’t you think?” thomas tilts his head teasingly, gesturing to my hardening nipples as they protruded my dress.

i blush, shaking my head in disbelief. “you have a cold substance near my chest, that’s a natural reaction.”

“it’s not even near them, dear. i’m still pressing on your shoulder. it’s not a bad thing to admit you like this, miss [y/n].” he slides the ice cube further down my chest, his pinkie pushing my dress back, the v-neck fabric tucking itself underneath my right breast through his manipulation. he slid the substance over my nipple, causing me to sigh heavily. he couldn’t help but grin at my reaction.

thomas leaned down, dropping the ice cube back into the glass and licking my erect nipple, sucking lightly on the bud before pushing me against the table and sitting me down. i moan softly, looking up at the ceiling, my body now in a heat at his teasing touch.

“i think you choose not to fuck. from what it seems like, it may be a distraction for you. you’re a busy woman. perhaps there is no time for any sort of play.” thomas says, reaching over to expose my other breast. “you really don’t let anyone in, even physically. you and i, miss [y/n], are probably more alike than you realize.”

“don’t even try convincing me of that. i know you fuck, mr. shelby.”

“oh, really? you know that, how? because of how wet i already have you?” he asks, reaching his hand down and into my knee-length dress, pressing his fingers against my warm panties.

i hold my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as he pushes the fabric to the side, lightly tracing his fingers against my wet folds.

“a woman like you wouldn’t like to be fucked like a whore, though. you expect much more than that. you’d like to be praised, as if you were a crown jewel in terms of your status. you’re someone who is clearly unfazed by most men, i can see that. you don’t give a fuck about them unless they worship you.”

“do you think you could possibly do that, mr. shelby? worship a woman?”

“not just any woman, no.” he begins, reaching his arm across my waist, snaking it around me to pull me up and into his chest, where he held me up and guided me to the bedroom next to the dining room. “it takes someone who knows who they are and what they can do to make me feel like they even deserve that type of treatment.”

he helped pull my dress off, leaving me in only my panties as he set me on the bed. i chose to oblige, partially due to the pleasure he was sinking me into, but also because i found it interesting he thought he would even have full control over the situation. thomas was right about me choosing to not fuck, but that didn't mean i fell at the feet of a man who knew what he was doing. thomas shelby was a powerful man, sure, but he could never climb the ladder high enough to reach my level.

“but you, you know what you can do. you do what has to be done, miss [y/n]. you threatened to put a gun to my head, what kind of woman does that? a fucking powerful one.” thomas nearly moans at his own words, leaning down to kiss me before he began to undress.

i return the kiss, my legs still shut, as thomas began to unbutton his shirt, glancing down at my waiting body. he undressed himself fully, standing naked before me as he climbed into the bed and leaned down on his knees, sliding off my underwear and tossing them to the floor.

he hovered above me, planting a passionate kiss against my lips, leaving red residue from my lipstick on his own lips while he slid his tongue into my mouth. i feel his fingers slide inside of me, my legs spreading in reaction as he began to finger me. his lips trailed from my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples back and forth as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy.

i close my eyes, my mouth hung open as i moan in pleasure from his touch. i could feel his eyes on me, watching nothing but my expression. the mental part of me hated giving into thomas shelby’s advances, but the physical side of me could care less. he knew what he was doing, it seemed like, but frankly, so did i.

“oh, you’re so fucking wet, love. you’re practically dripping onto my fingers, onto my bed..” thomas cooes, pulling himself out of me and into his mouth, licking my juices. “and you taste just as good as i imagined. how did i get so lucky to touch you?”

i lightly sit up, leaning over to pull him back into a kiss as i climb off the bed, thomas now sitting at the edge. i get on my knees and take his cock into my hand, spitting on his tip and beginning to lick his cock, up and down, pressing light kisses against his skin as he watched, his expression showing nothing but lust, as he grinned from cheek to cheek at my actions.

“fuck,” he mutters, resting his hands on the bed. “you look beautiful when you play with my cock, love.” he moans as i slide him into my mouth and down my throat, still looking up to meet his eyes. he reaches over to hold my chin in one hand, gently guiding my head up and down. “that’s it, please keep taking my cock. you’re so pretty when you do so, love. i can’t wait to fuck you, you’ve got me nearly finishing at the thought of it.”

i pump him inside of my throat, feeling his orgasm nearly reach the surface as he groans at the build up of it all. i pull away, taking his length in one hand as he cums onto my face, his seed coating all over my mouth and cheeks.

“oh, fuck, you look so fucking good, [y/n]. your mouth felt so fucking good.” thomas praises, watching as i lean back, tracing my finger across my cheeks, licking his cum off and into my mouth. he stares in awe, reaching his hands over to help me stand up and get back onto the bed. he presses a hard kiss against my lips, laying back down as i lay on top of him.

“i don’t think you understand this, thomas.” i smirk, cupping his face with both of my hands. “you don’t just get to fuck me, you know that, right? you have to earn it. i’m the motherfucking leader of a mob, after all. i don’t fuck just anyone, not even thomas shelby, no matter how good you may be at fucking.”

he tilted his head, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me back down. “is that so? your cunt is practically begging for me to fuck it. we don’t have to play this game, love. please, let me touch you further.”

i roll over and out of his grip, laying down next to him and spreading my legs, gesturing for him to get in front of me. “then fuck me with your tongue, and we’ll see what i think of anything further than that.”

he chuckles, seemingly surprised by how bossy i could be, but leaned down anyway, adjusting himself to wrap his arms around my thighs, his face stuffed between them as his tongue attached to my clit, flicking the bud of sensitive flesh. i moan softly, watching thomas lick between my folds and back up to my clit, back and forth, which only drew a pit in my stomach, as my orgasm slowly began to build. i was more surprised by his efforts more than his experience. of course thomas shelby knew how to fully pleasure a woman when she demanded it.

“fuck, thomas..” i moan softly, reaching down to hold his black hair with one hand. “just like that, baby, and you’ll be fucking me so soon. god, that feels good.”

he quickens his pace a bit, my back gently arching up in reaction to his action, my free hand gripping the white bedsheets as he helped me very quickly reach my orgasm, my fluids releasing onto the sheets and his lips. i dripped down his chin but he didn’t seem to care, taking me by the hips and moving one leg on top of his shoulder, sliding his hard length inside of me with one slow stroke, both of us moaning at the sudden stimulation.

“oh, fucking hell, [y/n], my god, dear, you’re so fucking wet, you feel so good, fuck,” thomas groans, leaning down to kiss me, his free hand taking my breast into his his palm and squeezing harshly, earning a moan from me into his mouth as our tongues fight for dominance.

i pull away from the kiss, looking down to watch him pump his thick, wet cock into my pussy. my tits bounce at his thrusts, my core feeling every single touch. thomas held my ankle to keep my leg up, his other hand pulling away from my breast and down to my hips, holding the side of my waist to further his steady grip.

“you take my cock so well, [y/n].” thomas compliments, glancing down to meet my eyes as i look away from our bodies. “i could watch you forever, fuck. the way you look right now is absolutely stunning, no one can ever fucking compare to your cunt.”

i lean up slightly, resting on my elbows, grinning at thomas as he fucks me. “you really think so, thomas? then why don’t you fuck me harder? make me cum again, baby, i want to so badly. make me cum with you.”

“if you want me to fuck you harder, [y/n], you’re going to have to turn around for me.” thomas suggests, lightly pulling himself out of me and also wiping the sweat from his forehead, assisting me as i turn around, all fours against the bed as i arch my ass up, feeling tommy’s hands play with it by squeezing the flesh and slapping it lightly.

“you’re perfect from behind too, fuck. is there anything about you i can dislike? you italians may have bloody mouth, but you take me so well in yours, love.” he says, pushing himself back inside of me.

he holds me by the hips, starting to fuck me, but much harder than before. our skin slaps together as he pushes himself in much deeper, so much so that i was gasping at his touch, grabbing the sheets and holding them as hard as i could, despite the sweat that was collecting on my palms.

“f-fucking hell, tommy..” i moan into the sheets, my head resting against the pillow. “you fuck me so good, baby, keep going like that, fuck! fucking fill me up, tommy, fuck!”

he leans down to grab my neck, pounding inside of my walls before our moans begin to sync, our orgasms releasing a matter of seconds after as we finish together, his warm seed filling my insides and my own cum dripping from between us, tricking down my now shaking legs.

thomas pulls out of me, turning me over to lay beside him. he wraps one arm around me, but glances down to meet my eyes, and kisses me tiredly.

“next time, you’re going to be the one begging me to fuck you.” he says in a more demanding tone, a small smirk on his lips. “i don’t like to ask nicely.”

i sigh, rolling over onto my stomach so i could face him completely. “then you’re fucking the wrong woman, thomas.”

he shook his head, cupping my cheek and kissing me once more. “oh, believe me, i think i’m with the exact woman i need to be fucking.” he sits up, rolling out of the bed and to the dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear.

“let’s discuss this communist issue one more time, work out the details.” he says, slipping his boxers on. “and if we come to an agreement tonight, i’ll ask nicely again in the morning, unless you need to get back to your people?"

i stand up, picking up my underwear and sliding them on, as thomas hands me a larger white shirt to put on. “i think i’d rather you ask again tonight, mr. shelby. my people can wait overnight if it's for a good cause.” i tease, opening the bedroom door before walking back out to the dining room table, grabbing the half-empty glass of wine and taking it down in one sip.

thomas stands behind me, taking the empty glass and setting it back on the table, pressing himself up against me, placing his palm on my back to push me down on the furniture. "let's push our meeting back a few more minutes then. here's me asking, miss [y/n]."

he begins to kiss my neck and i reach between my legs, pushing my panties to the side as i hear his boxers hit the floor. this was going to be an unexpectedly long night.

[andavs]

Drinking Preferences in 9-1-1

Quick note: All of this is free from paid product placement because the show doesn’t have the characters interact with/drink real alcohol brands. They only use real brands for set dressing when they aren’t the focus and wouldn’t really be recognizable unless you already know that bottle/label.

So Maddie and Chimney have Grand Marnier and Monopolowa vodka (real brands) sitting out on a bar cart but the one bottle anyone interacts with is the fake brand of Glencallan scotch. The bar Chimney worked at was fully stocked with real brands of vodka (Deep Eddy, Stolichnaya, Tito's, Absolut) but no one actually touches them.

The fake prop brands fall into two categories: totally fake and generic, and lookalikes.

The totally fake brands are things like Glencallan scotch (a mashup of Glenlivet and Macallan) or the piscos behind the bar in Peru. Buck has Meichtry Draft beer in his fridge, which is a common prop beer that other shows use too, and a lot of characters in the show drink the generic Genuine beer.

The lookalikes are things like the beer Buck serves Connor that's called Cerveza Extra but it's written in a similar font to Corona Extra so to the passing glance, it’s recognizable to most people as a real brand they’re familiar with. When Buck and Hen are doing shots, the tequila is Carlos Medina Especial, made to look like Jose Cuervo. (Judging from the bottle shape and back label, Buck and Taylor were also doing shots of a different fake Jose Cuervo.)

Because they aren’t restrained by product placement, the show can give the characters their own drinking preferences instead of having them all drink the same brand with the clearly visible label conveniently turned towards the camera.

And because I was watching anyway, I kept track of how many times each character drinks what. (Scenes that show them drinking and what they're drinking, not counting up every drink they've had.)

So as of 6x12:

Chimney

Beer: 15 | Wine: 9 | Spirits: 4 | Cocktails: 0

Chimney seems to prefer beer, and he also drinks wine with Maddie pretty often. His go-to spirit appears to be tequila, but he also had scotch while his dad was visiting.

When he’s hanging out, he has a beer or two.

When he's misery-drinking, he has more than two, like when Albert first showed up or when he felt responsible for letting Shannon die.

When shit’s going down that he's not directly involved in, like when the Buckleys were coming or when Karen thought Hen was cheating again, he goes for tequila. It's a fake Don Julio called Señor Suertes.

But when things were really wrong, when Maddie first left and he was falling apart trying to figure out what happened to her, there was no evidence of him drinking at all. The entire apartment was covered in baby stuff.

Maddie

Beer: 2 | Wine: 18 | Spirits: 0 | Cocktails: 0

Maddie almost exclusively drinks wine, and in their new house, she and Chimney have a small, full wine rack on the counter.

She first drinks a beer after dispatch was taken hostage, when both Chim and Buck are also having beer but Josh is having wine. She seems to have another beer at May's graduation party, but everyone's drinks are in plastic cups and look more like juice than their usual prop beverages.

She stops drinking through all of s4 (pregnant) and doesn't seem to have another drink until the balcony with Buck at the end of s5.

Athena

Beer: 2 | Wine: 26 | Spirits: 4 | Cocktails: 3

Athena drinks the most out of the main characters.

She usually drinks wine, but she'll also go for something stronger, usually when she's out at a bar. She often has a glass of wine with dinner, and seems to favor having one after a rough day. After she slapped Harry, she drank a neat whiskey at home. She's added whiskey to her coffee twice.

But like Chimney, when she's spiraling and obsessively cleaning the entire house after realizing Hudson was in there touching their belongings, she was totally sober.

Bobby

Beer: 0 | Wine: 0 | Spirits: 3 | Cocktails: 0 | Club Soda: 2

Obviously Bobby doesn't drink, but when he was struggling with relapsing in Starting Over, he was holding the same prop Glencallan scotch that Chim has. When he did relapse in Worst Day Ever, he was drinking a fake Jack Daniels. In Point of Origin, he was drinking a generic vodka.

(Interesting that he chose a 35 year scotch, which is not cheap, when he previously drank Jack, which is about $25.)

When he's out with people who are drinking, he usually goes for club soda or water.

(The same scotch being used for Bobby, Chim, and Buck could be intentional, but this is also a common fake scotch brand used all over the place, so it could just be that they had it on hand.)

Hen

Beer: 9 | Wine: 11 | Spirits: 1 | Cocktails: 1

Hen is mostly seen drinking beer or wine; beer when she's out at a bar, and usually wine when she's at home or at Athena's. Hen and Karen have a full wine rack in their kitchen (added after s4), but clearly neither one of them will turn down tequila (I like to think it’s Chim’s influence).

Eddie

Beer: 13 | Wine: 5 | Spirits: 1 | Cocktails: 0

Eddie generally sticks to beer. He's also the one we see drink the least out of everyone who does drink, but Maddie's only one scene ahead of him.

We've seen him drink wine a few times (always red) and he also had a cognac or brandy at dinner with Shannon (judging by the type of glass). But when he's most comfortable and relaxed, having a drink with Buck or the team, he's drinking beer.

We don't see him drinking after a rough day unless he's talking things through with Buck over a beer. If he keeps anything beyond beer in his home, it’s kept out of sight. There was no visible alcohol in his house in Texas either.

Buck

Beer: 12 | Wine: 11 | Spirits: 6 | Cocktails: 2

Buck is pretty evenly split between beer and wine.

He worked as a bartender, but he doesn’t seem to have much interest in alcohol beyond having a drink with other people. This makes me think he wanted to bartend for the social aspect of it, not because he particularly cares about spirits or making cocktails.

Buck also doesn't seem to care about the quality of what he drinks. Chimney's go-to bottle is about $40-50, while Buck's doing shots of bottom shelf tequila with Taylor and Hen, and drinking a full pint glass of watery margarita with Lucy. (This man should stop drinking tequila.)

The first time the Buckleys all have dinner together, Phillip has scotch and Buck has wine, but the second and third times, Buck opts for scotch with his dad. These are the only times we've seen him drink scotch, so I assume he did because his dad did.

The only time we've seen Buck drink alone was while he was depressed after the blood clot, as there were a few empty beer bottles scattered around his kitchen when Eddie showed up, and he was sitting with an empty beer bottle when Eddie and Chris came by after the tsunami.

He has a small wine rack on the kitchen counter that has a few bottles in it, and occasionally there's a wine bottle grouped with the olive oil/other cooking bottles.

Random Observations:

Buck and Eddie didn't have a beer together on screen until 3x9, the Kitchen Scene.

Athena frequently drinks wine at Bobby's apartment in s2. They keep alcohol in their home (out of sight) and he has no problem pouring wine for others.

I'm pretty sure that the only time we saw Buck drink in all of s1 was (trying) to have a glass of wine on his date with Abby.

Hen and Athena almost always drink wine at each other's houses. I think they only had beers once.

Anyway, I think prop alcohol is really interesting and I have a passion for label design, and this is what I've chosen to do with that. Hopefully I didn't miss too much.

[themidnightcrimson]

Little Pill. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda picks something up at the store and tests it on you, to your own grave consequence.

warnings: drugging, top!wanda, overstimulation, teasing/edging, forced horniness, fingering, cumstrap

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

She was only searching for ibuprofen—why in the world was the grocery store trying to hide the most common over-the-counter painkillers in the medicine aisle amongst all the more uncommon medicines that people hardly ever bought? Wanda cursed under her breath as she shuffled her fingers quickly across different boxes and bottles, briefly reading the labels before moving onto another in search for the simple pills.

As she was foraging through the wasteland of medicine, she passed her fingers over something that made her freeze and look back at the box of tablets. She slowly took the box from the shelf, looking around the empty aisle to see if anyone was around watching her look at this particular item.

The pills were wholly unneccessary. There was enough lust between you and Wanda that it hadn't died out in the least bit over your time together. Libido pills were the last thing she or you would ever, ever need.

But what if she used them on you…just for fun? She wondered if they really did work, if you would find yourself getting outrageously horny and throw Wanda into a long, passion-filled night. The only problem was that you would never take those kinds of pills.

At least, not knowingly.

An unwitting, devilish smirk crawled onto Wanda's lips as she tossed the pills into the grocery cart.

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Wanda offered the service of making dinner for the two of you that night. The Sokovian was an excellent cook, and even better at picking out perfect wines for perfect occasions. That night, there really was no occasion for Wanda bringing you a bottle of some of the most expensive and delicious wine you ever had, besides it being just a sweet gesture of hers.

The redhead settled herself in the chair across from you at the table, casually bringing her own wine to her lips and discreetly watching you over the raised glass with leopard-like eyes. You sipped the wine slowly, licking your lips and pausing to glance questioningly at the deep crimson liquid as you tilted it around in the glass.

Wanda thought maybe you tasted the crushed-up pill in the wine, her swift mind already creating numerous excuses for the strange taste and possibly chalky texture of the wine, but you only hummed in satisfaction. "This is delicious," you said, taking another eager sip to which Wanda only smirked.

It wasn't until after dinner that the pill started to take its effect.

As per usual, you and Wanda were cleaning up the kitchen together. You were washing dishes while she swept the floor, both comfortable in the focused silence besides the distant sound of the TV from the other room.

As you dried a plate and set it down in the drying rack, you glanced over to Wanda. She was cleaning off the dining table now, leaning over it with a rag to wipe the crumby wooden surface. From the angle, she was leaning towards you, keeping one steady hand on the edge of the table as she reached over it, her face turning a light shade of pink from the effort against gravity. You even caught sight of a vein stressing under the skin of her neck.

Something bloomed inside you at the sight. You imagined yourself spread out on the table with her leaning over you just the way she was then, and that instead of her hand pushing a rag against the table, it was holding your throat, and each time she leaned back and then pushed forward again, it wasn't to reach a further spot on the table, but rather to reach a deeper spot inside you.

You turned around and went back to cleaning the dishes, wondering what had overcome you to think such vulgar thoughts that were spawn over the simple sight of Wanda wiping the table. You felt a strange heat flood through you just then, and you brought a dry hand up to scratch the side of your neck.

Wanda noticed you standing still at the counter, scratching your neck and looking as if you had forgotten something. "Baby?" she spoke, and you turned to her. There was a light in your eyes just then, and a lively pinkness in your cheeks and lips. Other than that, there was also a subtly disoriented look on your features.

"Yea?" you breathed, eyes glancing up and down Wanda's figure.

"I'm gonna go reply to some emails that I missed today," Wanda told you with a small smile as she set the rag down on the counter. It was usual for Wanda to do a little post-dinner work, mostly because she was lenient with leaving time for you during the day. You simply nodded and went back to washing the dishes, shamelessly getting a good look of Wanda's sculpted ass before she disappeared into the other room.

Once you were done with your part of your chores, which you half-assed after Wanda left due to a strange restless, impatient feeling inside you, you decided to follow Wanda into her office. You were feeling clingy that night, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, but you usually let Wanda have her space in her office.

"Baby," you lilted as you swung through the open doorway, leaning on the threshold and letting your warm face rest against the cold wood. Your voice came out whinier than expected, and you had this strange uncontrollable feeling swelling up in your stomach.

Wanda looked up at you from the blue light of her laptop screen. "Yes, love?" she asked innocently, but by the way you were subconsciously licking your lips, she knew the pill was settling into your bloodstream.

You weren't sure what you had even gone in there for other than that your feet led the way of your head, and that you wanted some attention from your wife even though she was always plentiful in giving that to you. Wanda leaned back in her chair and watched you curiously as you tiptoed around her chair and hugged her shoulders.

"Whatcha doooooin'?" you sang as Wanda held your wrists that were loosely latched at her sternum. You nuzzled your face against her ear, inhaling the lovely scent of her perfume.

Wanda chuckled and replied, "Catching up on emails, like I told you."

You hummed, loving the way you could feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your hands. You turned your face in her soft, curly red hair and nibbled gently at her earlobe. Wanda let you administer this small token of affection before she hummed contently and leaned up out of your hold, turning her fingers back to the keyboard to finish typing a reply.

You stood there behind her chair, a more negative feeling circling inside you. Was she ignoring you? You just wanted her attention, was that so much to ask for? She could easily respond to the emails in the morning. It was after office hours anyway; her coworkers wouldn't be reading them and especially not replying to anything until morning.

Biting your lip, you took the head of her chair and swiveled it around, turning Wanda towards you. The woman looked up at you with a certain steam in her eyes that she quickly shielded away before you noticed. "Y/n," she told you sternly, using her serious voice on you. You were already clambering onto her lap, straddling her as she placed her hands awkwardly on your hips. "What is this?" she questioned in a colder tone, obviously not in the mood for you.

On any other occasion, the tone in her voice would've hurt your feelings and made you flee the room to give her the silent treatment, but there was something pulling you towards her like a magnet that made you more easily forgiving.

"Wanda, I want you," you whispered thickly, placing your hands on the woman's face and bringing her into a passionate kiss. Wanda let you guide the kiss, simply keeping her hands on your waist as you devoured her soft lips that tasted sweeter than usual. You could also taste the wine on her tongue, and it made you wonder if the sweet alcohol was having this effect on you.

Quickly, you pulled away from Wanda, halfway coming to your senses as you panted breathlessly. "Maybe it was the wine," you breathed, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You didn't catch the alarm in Wanda's eyes. "Wine?” she echoed in feigned innocence. “What about the wine?"

Chewing your lower lip, you gazed up at Wanda sheepishly through your brows. "You know wine makes me horny sometimes," you whispered, but then you felt that feverish feeling inside you again, begging to be quelled, and you squirmed on her lap. "But it's never been like this." You tugged at the neckline of your shirt as if it was screaming to be ripped off so that you could breathe. All your clothes felt unusually tight and heavy on your body.

While your eyes were turned upward, Wanda smirked and ran her hand under your shirt, cupping the handles of your waist and watching the way blush was flourishing under the skin of your cheeks. She returned her dismissive demeanor by taking her hands away from you. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish this, huh? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You quickly returned your eyes to Wanda's steel jade ones. "No," you mumbled, leaning closer to her only for her to lean away from you. "Wanda, please just a quickie. You can finish this later." Embarrassment clouded you from how desperate you sounded, and as you reached for Wanda's laptop to close it, she quickly stopped you.

"Go, now," she demanded, raising her brow with an almost menacing gaze. You felt as if you could cry or scream or throw her laptop against the wall and watch it shatter in satisfaction.

"Wanda," you soothed, taking her hands away from the laptop and slowly bringing them to your chest, cupping your breasts with them. You exhaled shakily at the sensation, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into her palms.

Wanda was biting the tip of her tongue relentlessly to keep herself from giving into you so easily. You'd never been this needy before, with the subtle sheer of moisture lining your forehead and your entire body warm over her lap. You were like a little ball of fire desperate to suck Wanda in and burn her with you, and she desperately wanted to dive headfirst into the heat. But, more importantly, she wanted to tease you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Wanda was always one to get a good look around when she was on higher ground.

Taking one of Wanda's hands from your breast, you moved it towards your mouth, eagerly sliding her two middle fingers between your lips and latching around them, sucking and moaning at the feeling. A crack etched in Wanda's resolve, but she held it as firmly as she held you, feeling your warm tongue tickle her fingers as your mouth sucked purposefully.

"What has gotten into you, detka?" Wanda smoldered, squeezing your breast in her hand after trying so hard to keep her hand still. Your nipples were tightly erected under your shirt, squeezing through the thin fabric as if they were going to burst. You hissed around her fingers when she rolled her thumb over the peak, feeling ultra sensitive so that her touch was borderline painful. Yet, it was pleasurable, and it only fed your fire as you trailed her fingers out of your mouth, letting them draw a line of your saliva down the front of your throat. You pushed Wanda's hand down between your legs, but she quickly retracted it.

You whined in protest, reaching for her hand again to put it where you horribly needed it, but she suddenly slapped you. It was only a quick, brief smack across your cheek, not enough to even turn your head, but it shocked you and exhilarated you all at once as you felt a light sting in your cheek.

Wanda looked up at you with a condescending smirk, an air of enthrallment about her from the sudden slap. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?"

"I just want you to touch me, please," you breathed, grabbing fistfuls of Wanda's shirt and weakly tugging. "Please, Wanda." You felt so overwhelmingly frustrated that moisture pricked the ends of your eyes, and you pouted at her through the tears fogging your vision. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You're being a brat, that's what," Wanda snipped, giving no consolation to your desperate clause.

"No, there's something—“

Wanda cut you off by grabbing your hips, jutting her leg up between yours, and grinding you down onto it. Your sentence broke away as you moaned, the friction bringing a frenzy of pleasure on your core. "I can't get any work done when there's a slut constantly fiending for my attention," she growled, but you could hardly hear her as you found yourself grinding your hips against her leg without her guiding you. You were only wearing casual shorts, so between that and your thin underwear, your clit was being properly rubbed against Wanda's pants.

"Mommy," you whined thoughtlessly, and the usage of Wanda's favorite term of endearment made her grunt lowly. She decided to finally give in just a little, since you were obviously so beside yourself.

"Your pussy needs me so bad, doesn't it?" Wanda whispered as she squeezed your inner thigh, kneading your sensitive flesh there and working her way up to the hem of your shorts, which she easily slipped her hand through.

"Mmhm," you whined, feeling like you were going to explode if you didn't feel Wanda touching you right that very moment.

To your luck, she did. Wanda dipped her hand past your panties and cupped you, her fingertips inking into your pool of wetness. Wanda nearly gasped at just how wet you were. She could feel moisture even on the barrier of your inner thighs, and your slick had even slipped up your clit and was coating your lower mound. She doubted that you even realized it.

Wanda decided to test your waters. "You don't feel that wet baby. Do you even really want me?"

Wanda nearly regretted lying to you when she saw your lower lip tremble. "Yes!" you cried, jutting your hips forward to grind against her hand. The heel of her palm buried against your clit, and you moaned. "Yes, Mommy, I do."

"Hmmm," Wanda hummed indecisively as you latched around her shoulders, throwing kisses all over her lips and her face and neck, to which she discreetly grinned in appreciation for. Finally, she dipped her fingers into your entrance, sliding into you with ease.

Your mouth fell open as you felt her fingers curl inside you, reaching that spongy spot that incited a million different feelings, all ranging from pleasurable to borderline painful due to zeal of the former, and you nearly fell over. Wanda held your hip with one hand as she pumped her other against you, her palm gliding across your hardened nub as she pressed her knuckles into you.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed, pressing your forehead against Wanda's shoulder as you started to ride her fingers, too impatient for her slow thrusts. Wanda, irritated that you were getting ahead of yourself, opted to let you ride her as you wished. Your hand held Wanda's wrist as you gyrated over her hand, feeling her fingers move and twist and curl inside you. You swore you had never felt more pleasure in your life, and it only took a few minutes before you came on your wife's hand, biting her shoulder and moaning in such sweet symphonies that made Wanda melt.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wanda asked you once you had soothed yourself from whining and giving a last few rolls of your hips on her hand. She pulled her fingers out of you, and you whined and tried to keep her hand there.

"More," you begged with desperation evident in your eyes, and Wanda drank up every second of it.

"More?" she scoffed, taking her hand away and slipping her fingers into your mouth. You took them gingerly and licked your ample juices from her fingers, closing your eyes and moaning sensually. "You're never this needy," she commented. "You want Mommy's cock?"

Your eyes popped open and you eagerly nodded with her fingers still in your mouth. Instinctively, you pressed your hand forward on Wanda's crotch and felt her hard strap there, instantly making you moan. You wished you had known she was wearing it so you could've already been riding it.

"Slow down," Wanda reprimanded you. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't need you dirtying up my office." Hoisting you around her hips, Wanda easily stood up and carried you towards the bedroom as you clung to her, nibbling at her neck and feeling yourself clench with anticipation.

By the time you were tossed onto the bed, your shorts were being ripped off. Sitting up, you started hastily undoing Wanda's belt, looking up at her with lust-crazed eyes. Wanda couldn't help but smirk down at you, and when you finally removed her piece from her clothing, you instantly slid your mouth down around it.

Wanda's breath stuttered as she watched her strap disappear in your mouth, and the sound of you softly gagging when the tip hit your throat made Wanda moan. She stroked her hand through your hair as you sucked on her length, knowing it would rile Wanda up enough to fuck you sooner. Alas, Wanda was properly riled up, grunting before pulling your head up. Her cock left your lips with a pop, and you stared up at her with your lips hung open, drool covering them.

"Such a dirty slut," Wanda remarked huskily before pushing you down on the bed. Taking your thighs, she pressed them open wide and flat down on the mattress, holding onto them for leverage as she lined herself up with your entrance. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you begged, tempting her by raising your hips, but she pressed them down hard. "Please." You needed her inside you so bad, it felt like your walls were on fire with need.

Finally, Wanda gave in and sunk herself inside of you, burying her cock into your pussy to the very hilt and moaning as she did so. A guttural gasp left your throat as her strap stretched you in the most perfect way. Wanda was going to give you what you wanted now, and you realized that when she pulled out before pounding into you all at once, picking up a pace that was so hard and fast it caught you off guard.

"Fuck!" you moaned as Wanda tore into your pussy. You were so wet that you were dripping all over the bed, and the sloshing sounds filling the room was thoroughly sinful. Wanda grunted as she pounded into you, bending your knees up to reach deeper inside you.

Somehow, you were already close. You never had came that fast, especially not twice in a row, and as your pussy clenched and pulsed around Wanda, she did not let up one bit.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," Wanda groaned as she leaned up, turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up to her, and continued fucking you mercilessly. You were face-first in the pillow, ass lifted into the air and supported by Wanda's bruising grip as she plowed into your hole to no end.

"Mommy!" you whined when Wanda reached under you and started to rub your clit. It was so much pleasure, too much. Before long, you came again, whining into the pillow as juices dripped out of you. You thought Wanda was done when she pulled out and let your hips weakly fall to the bed, but the woman pulled you by your ankles to the very edge of the bed, turning you over again to face her.

Your entire face was bright red and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes dazed. Wanda gleamed at the sight of you as she returned her fingers to your clit. You whined, but she gave you a threatening glare.

"You said you wanted more, did you not?" she quipped, and you only closed your eyes and let her play with your oversensitive nub like it was a toy. Soon, she was slipping three fingers inside you again, reaching as deep as she could and curling them sharply. You whined as you felt another pounding pressure growing within you, between her fingers coaxing your insides and her thumb attacking your clit, and you came yet again, leaning up to bury your face into her shirt.

Wanda fingered you through your climax, relishing in the way your walls were tensing so hard around her fingers. As you started to come down, you felt more relief, but there was still something not quite settled within you. Nonetheless, when you felt Wanda forcing her cock into you again, you whined and tried to close your legs.

"Mommy, no, too much," you begged, but she slapped your legs open and hammered herself inside you.

"Take it," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, right, baby? For Mommy to fuck you and make all the horny feelings go away?"

It wasn't working. You were still horny, but you were painfully overstimulated. Wanda reached her hand up your shirt and began pinching your nipple, causing you to shriek and try to squirm away from her. Wanda quickly pulled you back down the bed, causing her to slam hard inside you. You cried out, eyes crossing, and felt her start to jackhammer into you again.

"Mommy, please, it hurts," you whined, feeling sweaty and hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe now, the room was spinning, and you could hardly see. You felt feverish and fittish, and your wife plowing you into the mattress was not helping.

"Keep still, detka. Mommy wants to cum, too. You aren't going to be selfish, are you? Don't you want Mommy to cum?"

You whined, wanting all the sensations to stop, but Wanda was grunting against you, sliding her hands over your tits, moaning as she came nearer to her orgasm. When she did, and you felt her spill her load inside you, it ushered you into another fist-clenching orgasm that made you scream.

Wanda was finally slowing her thrusts as you fell onto the bed, spent. Your arms were flung down around you, head lulled to the side, obviously all used up and drained of the unbearable horniness Wanda had placed in you. She considered continuing even with you halfway passed out, but your pussy was bright red around her, and you obviously were done and needed rest.

Pulling out, Wanda playfully slapped your clit just to watch you jolt and shriek at the feeling, and also to get your attention. You lulled your face back towards her, set in an indefinite pout. You could hardly remember how you got yourself into getting Wanda to fuck you like that, and you had no idea why you had gotten so horny. Wine had never made you so wild.

"All done?" Wanda asked you, bringing her cool hand to your flushed, clammy face. You nodded, still panting, and turned your face away from her again. "Do you want some water, my love?" She watched the side of your face as you nodded, so she quickly went into the kitchen to get you some water. She seemed to be gone longer than usual, and it felt like you were going to die from thirst right as she walked in with a glass of water.

Helping you sit up, due to you being entirely wasted from her affairs on your body, she put the glass to your lips and watched you sleepily drink the entire thing down, every last bit.

Again, you didn't notice the taste of yet another crushed up little pill in your drink.