#but common man.... I'm not even a little bit tipsy?

[readcritically]

This is the first time in a long time I've been up at 7am on a Saturday having not slept at all the night leading into it..... and it's because I'm working on a stupid final..... getting old is weird dude

[indiee19]

From The Backseat

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: At a party, (AM!) Alex takes you to his car and fucks you

Word Count: 2,030

a/n: i missed writing so much. part 2 is being written at the moment. enjoy!!

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The music was loud. The drinks were strong. And you were having a blast. You ended up at this L.A. party with three of your friends after they asked for you to join since you hadn't been out in a while. They were excited to say the least when you said yes to their request.

"Honey!!" Your friend Bianca shouted over the blaring music. "Are you having a shit ton of fun because I sure as hell am!" Bianca was one of the three friends you came with, the others being Naomi and Chloe.

You replied with, "Yes, B, I'm having a shit ton of fun." She smiled happily, hugging you. She absolutely reeked of whiskey and vodka. "How much have you had to drink?" You asked.

She giggled. "Oh, just a teeny, tiny amount," she said while pinching her fingers to show 'how little' she drank, slightly leaning on you. Bianca's head perked up though when she saw a handsome man staring at you. "Oh, honey, I think someone likes what he sees," she pointed at the stranger staring at you from across the room.

The stranger was wearing black pants, black boots and a white button up that had very few buttons done up on it. His hair was dark and styled back into a gelled quiff. He looked extremely fucking hot. In his right hand was a glass of what looked like whiskey. And a ring adorned one of his pinky fingers.

Just as he was staring at you, you began to stare at him. Your eyes met for just a split second and immediately you blushed and looked away. Bianca noticed. "And I can see that you like what you're looking at, too," she smirked.

The stranger smirked and placed his glass down on the table beside him. He began to walk over to you. The colored lights from the party illuminated him and his features, making his sharp jawline stand out even more. The lights accentuated his nose and you could see his biceps slightly through the material of his shirt. God, he was fine.

He finally reached you and leaned his arm against the bar behind you. "I'm Alex. And you are?" His voice was thick with a Yorkshire accent and that made him even more hot. You took a moment to answer him, still in disbelief that he was talking to you. But you eventually told him your name.

"And I-I'm Bianca, if you cared to know. Which you don't. So I'm just gonna go find Naomi and Chloe," Bianca said, embarrassed that she introduced herself like that. You and Alex laughed. "Have fun, honey," she said as she walked away. You were absolutely positive she sobered up just to say that and see your reaction.

"Sorry about Bianca, she's a little drunk," you laughed. He chuckled out, "It's no problem, me friends are a little drunk, too."

You laughed because of the irony. Neither you or Alex were drunk. Yeah, you'd both had your fair share of drinks, but you weren't drunk by any means. Hell, neither of you were barely tipsy. Yet, all of your friends were just a little drunk or tipsy.

"I seen you from across the room," he said.

"I saw you staring at me," you replied, a small smirk appearing upon your face.

"You were staring, too," he smirked back. Before, you couldn't really smell his cologne but now you really could. The smell of it and his voice was all you focused on as you looked at him and him only. "What about it?" You were quick to reply, trying to sound confident in front of Alex.

"Well, you see, we both have something in common," he raised his eyebrow at you.

"And what might that be?"

Alex leaned in closer. As he spoke you could feel his breath on your neck. "We both like what we see, and I think you and me both would like to act on it."

The way he spoke drove you mad. His voice alone got you wet. Your eyes met his and you bit your lip. "Would you like that, doll?" He asked, slightly deepening his voice. You sighed, "Yes." It was just loud enough for Alex to hear.

His free hand reached up towards your neck and he whispered in your ear. "Then, follow me so I can fuck the shit out of you." That did you in.

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Mere minutes later, you were pushed up against a wall by the bathrooms. No one was around and you and Alex were too eager to wait any longer. His hands went to your thighs and forced you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He was about to carry you into the bathroom, and then he heard someone coming towards you both. "Fuck," he sighed. He had to think quickly and think quickly he did. He sat you down on the ground and grabbed your hand. "Follow me," he said.

You asked, "Where are we going?"

"To my car. I'm gonna fuck you in the backseat," he quickly replied. Fuck. The idea of getting fucked in his car riled you up. Fucking in the bathroom was one thing because there were walls and no one could see you. Fucking in the car meant that you could be caught just by someone walking past you both.

He was quick to lead you out to his car, more eager than you were to fuck. Quickly, he unlocked the black car and opened the door to the backseat. "Get in," he said, motioning for you to get in as quickly as you could. He followed and grabbed you by the neck. "The one good thing about fucking in a car instead of the bathroom is that you can be as loud as you want," he smirked. He pulled you in for a kiss and his hands went to work to get your blouse off. He pushed it off your shoulders and threw it into the front seat so it'd be out of your way.

You undid the few buttons on his shirt and threw it into the front seat as well. Alex's hands started to caress your chest and he pulled away and asked if he could take your bra off. You nodded and he was quick to do so. He started to caress your breasts and he dipped your head down to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand entangled in his hair, slightly messing it up, pulling on it. One of his hands fondled your other breasts, and the other went down to your shorts, tugging on the button as if he were asking if he could take them off.

He lifted his head away from your breast and he was quick to get rid of your heels. Then he unbuttoned your shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down, teasing you. Then he pulled them off along with your panties. "Fuck," he almost moaned. "You're so fucking hot."

He pushed you completely down on the seat and he went to kiss you, one of his hands going to tease through your folds. "Shit, you're so fucking wet. . . All for me?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," right as you replied he pushed in two of his calloused fingers, slipping in easily from how wet you had become. You gasped at the push and closed your eyes. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of you. In and out. In and out. Over and over again, getting you closer to the edge.

His head went to your neck, sucking on a spot as his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles on it. You tugged on his hair and started to moan. His fingers sped up, as did his sucking on your neck. Goddamn did he know how to use his fingers.

"I'm close," you moaned, pulling on his hair.

"Cum on my fingers, doll," he rasped out, pressing down hard on your clit whilst harshly pumping his fingers. The feeling pushed you over the edge. Moaning as your walls closed around his fingers, panting when you come down from the high.

He pulled his face away from your neck and looked at you. His lips were flushed and his hair was messed up from where you'd pulled on it. "Fuck, you're fucking hot," he said, quickly sitting up to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just far enough with his boxers to pull out his cock.

Alex was painfully hard and precum was leaking from the tip. He maneuvered himself just a little to be sitting over you before grabbing your legs and spreading them for him. One of his hands kept your leg spread open and the other went to line his cock up with your entrance. He began to push in and you were so wet that it took one thrust for him to be completely inside you.

You let out a loud moan and shut your eyes when he started to move. His hands were both now situated on your legs, holding them open and using them for leverage as he thrusts in and out. Alex was letting out loud moans, head thrown back, mouth agape. He took your legs and pushed them up as close to your chest as he could, making you feel him even deeper.

Your hands grabbed at his biceps and pulled him down to kiss you. And you don't know how, but he felt even bigger and deeper than previously. Your hands went to his back and started to scratch down it. He sped up when you did. "Fuck . . . fuck me, you feel good," Alex moaned. He pulled you over so that you could be on top of him.

He grabbed your hips when you were taking too long to move and he started to pull you up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled you down onto him, he thrust upwards, making sure that you feel all of him.

Then, his thumb went to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. "Oh, fuck," you said, hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm gonna cum," you said.

"Cum all on my cock, doll," he rubbed your clit harder and thrust as fast as he could. One final thrust and harsh flick to your clit was enough to push you over the edge. You let out a loud moan and threw your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he kept moving you on his cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you collapsed against as he still kept moving.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum. . . Where do you want it?" Alex moaned.

"In my mouth," you said. He pushed you off of him and you got on your knees to take him into your mouth. "Fuck," he moaned out, hand gripping your hair and pulling it to move you up and down on him. Your mouth was warm around him, making him moan at the feeling.

His tip hit the back of your throat every time you bobbed your head. You hollowed your cheeks around him, licking his tip. "Fuck, your throat feels amazing," he moaned, starting to thrust his hips into your mouth. Then, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and he finally came, thrusting wildly into your mouth, holding you down on him.

Once he came down, he pulled you off his cock and pulled you in for a kiss. He began to deepen it before you pulled away to catch your breath. "Can't get enough of you, I swear," he said in a lower voice tone. "Would fuck you all night if I could."

You bit your lip at the idea. Alex noticed and lightly chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes," you said.

"Why don't we take this back to my place then?"

[setaripendragon]

Okay, now I'm kinda interested in what the Kingsman "The King's Whores" wip is about...

=D I am so glad you asked!

Basically, it's a post!Secret Service (not Golden Circle or King's Man compliant) fic where Harry gets found alive and comes back to take the position of Arthur, and the first thing he has to do is replace a bunch of agents who died because of the four minutes of murder.

Eggsy decides that his own appointment wasn't scandalous enough, and not only does Kingsman have a classism problem, it also has a sexism problem, and goes trawling the east end's street hookers for his candidates for the trials.

The story is told from the PoV of a street hooker called Emma who is Massively Confused about this rich-ass chav who's paying her and a bunch of other girls a lot of money for the privilege of... taking them to dinner at the Ritz?

The plan is to have Eggsy run a couple of 'tests' to check for general comatibility (the ritz), physical ability (free running? laser tag? adult-sized jungle gym? I haven't decided yet), and some sort of puzzle-solving/detectiving skills (city wide treasure hunt? some sort of pin the tail on the asshole rich guy??? still a bit vague on this one, ngl) and Emma eventually gets bonus points for pretty much figuring out what Eggsy's looking for and possibly catching him bugging them all and such.

And the grand finale is going to be Eggsy presenting these three to Merlin as his candidates, and ALL of the other agents and candidates pulling faces as the girls fly through the Kingsman tests in a little epilogue montage and, like, two out of three of them getting the job or something.

(Harry thinks it's delightful, and fist-bumps Eggsy when Emma's knighted, much to the agony of all the other stuffed-up inbred aristocrats in Kingsman)

Have an excerpt:

“If you want us to get in your car, you’re gonna have to tell us where the hell you’re taking us.” Emma informed him with a grimace. So far, he’d been remarkably polite and respectful, but she knew full well just how quickly that could change once a bloke didn’t need to be. And sure, there were more of them than there were of him, but she couldn’t guarantee on it staying that way.

Eggsy thought about it for a moment, then nodded in a ‘that’s fair’ sort of way. “Dinner at at the Ritz.” He informed them blandly, and then grinned with mischief.

“Bullshit.” Emma snapped.

Eggsy sobered up at that, but he didn’t look angry to be called out, or even irritated. He just looked sombre. “I give you my word, that’s all. Dinner, two hours, and I’ll drop you all back here in exactly the same condition you’re in now, only better fed, and maybe a little bit tipsy. They got good wine there.” He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “And you don’t have to come. The money’s yours whether you do or don’t, but hey, when else’re you gonna get to make all the waiters at the Ritz uncomfortable as hell?”

That was tempting, Emma had to admit, but she also had her kids to think about, and if she got abducted, who the hell would look after them? “Your word?” Laura challenged, unimpressed.

“A true gentleman never breaks his word.” Eggsy replied sincerely, and it was an odd thing to hear in such a common accent, but Emma was pretty good at reading people, and she was pretty damn sure he meant it.

[bluecookies02]

Zhongli x Reader x Itto- NSFW

summary: you get hit on at a bar and they are not happy about it. they also have an unrelated secret bet on who makes you cum more so why not take advantage of the situation-

cw: poly relationship, double penetration, oral (f! receiving), praise, cream pie, possessives + a bit of rivalry for good measure

word count: 4k

commission for @tinyyellowtoad 💕

It was a wonderful evening, considering that you managed to convince both of your lovers to come with you and enjoy some drinks in a new bar that opened not too long ago.

You were excited to finally spend a night out after an exhausting week. Zhongli wasn't too happy about it at first, arguing he was well past the age of going out to places where people get hammered beyond remembering their name, but as it always goes, you only needed to bat your eyelashes a little and coo at him before he eventually comes around.

It wasn't all bad, considering that he really liked the high-end beverages that will make his wallet cry fat tears by the end of the night. He was more of an observer still, apart from engaging in conversations with any poor soul that seemed to be drinking something he found interesting.

Itto was another story, he was down before you even finished your sentence, he only needed to hear the words 'we' and 'bar' as he went on and off about how he was gonna get 'fucking wasted'. He secretly couldn't wait to see you all dolled up and pretty. He was ready to show you off to anyone willing to look.

So, all three of you sat at the bar, you and Itto catching a breath after dancing and being on your feet for a large part of the night. You were surprised to see that Zhongli got a tiny bit tipsy while you were gone, judging by the way his words slurred just a bit with longer sentences. He was watching you from his seat the whole time, entranced by the way Itto spoon you around, with your skirt riding up only slightly to give him a tease of your plump thighs, and every time you caught him staring, you would just have an innocent smile on your face.

Sometimes it felt like Itto did it on purpose, ghosting his hands daringly under your skirt once in a while, shooting him a mocking grin. Yeah, it was definitely on purpose, yet it didn't tip Zhongli off as much as it did at the beginning of the relationship. He welcomed you with a kiss to your cheek and a few heartfelt compliments, some more sinful hushed into your ear discreetly, his hand reaching out to linger on your lap for a brief moment before the three of you settled into a conversation.

But imagine their surprise when out of nowhere, the bartender set a drink in front of you, pointing at a guy on the other end of the bar. You looked his way and immediately you got a wink in return. You were flattered, really, but definitely not looking for anything, which you thought was obvious to anyone that happened to have eyes. It's not like any of you were shy with affection. You smiled politely but set your drink aside for now.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the man getting up from his chair, making his way toward you.

Itto stared, dumbfounded when the man nudged him aside, leaning his elbow on the counter top.

He greeted you politely, introducing himself. It turns out he knew your close friend and the two of you actually met once a long time ago for a short few minutes.

"Nice to re-meet you then, I'm Y/N, thank you for the drink, however, I'm taking a little break from alcohol, wouldn't want these two to have to drag me back home" you motioned to your company . A small chat wouldn't hurt, wouldn't it...especially with your boyfriends right next to you.

So after talking a bit about the usual 'we just met and most of our conversations lead back to our common friend ' stuff, you noticed that Itto was uncomfortable in his seat, downing a glass of what appeared to be something strong considering the frown he had on his face. Zhongli was stealing quick side glances at the guy, pretending to be focused on a game at the pool table. He was still listening carefully, silently wishing that the man would just walk away soon. He wouldn't peg himself as the jealous type, but his jaw was shut tight, and his fist secretly balled up in his coat pocket.

After a few more minutes of you laughing at the man's stories, they finally thought it was over when he moved his hand off of the bar.

"I'd be happy to take you home if these two are too busy for you later" he tried to reach for your hand to kiss it, but Zhongli grabbed his hand abruptly, quickly followed by Itto who placed his arm in front of you.

"She's taken" they both say in unison, glaring daggers at the man who yelped at the pain of Zhongli's grip.

"Hell if she'd go with you bozo, you have some balls to say that to my girl right in front of me!" Itto groaned, grabbing the man by his collar and pushing him away, making him stumble into the crowd that gathered.

"We're leaving Y/N" Zhongli commented, taking out his wallet and placing some money on the table to cover their tabs.

You shot the bartender an apologetic look as the man went back to his seat, cussing at all of you until he was out of ears reach, clearly not that stupid to start a fight he won't be winning. Everyone was looking your way suddenly, so you were eager to get out of there now.

You grabbed your bag and rushed after Zhongli, motioning for Itto to follow. You were slightly uncomfortable by all of the stares on your back as you walked, but kept your cool until all three of you were outside of the bar.

For some twisted reason, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered, the blush on your cheeks evident as both of them grabbed at you possessively. Mostly Itto, who wrapped his arm around your hip, practically gluing you to his side.

"The nerve of some people " Zhongli muttered

"I knew there was something off about that dude, I just knew it man" Itto complained, nuzzling your neck. "I'm gonna kick his ass when there's no security to save his dignity. I'll avenge you, love, just you wait!"

"We don't have the money to bail you out Arataki"

"That's why I said I'm gonna do it with no people around!"

"Whatever, I was ready to go home anyways... I should've returned the drink."

"Maybe we don't make it obvious enough?" Zhongli pondered, trying to recall all of the times either he or Itto made someone aware of your relationship. All he could conclude was that the man probably knew, but chose to ignore it to mock them. Either that or he was oblivious beyond reason.

Zhongli pulled you by your hand, tugging you into his chest as he towered over you, shooting Itto a grin as he caught your lips in a kiss. As if to distract you from the whole scene.

You melted in his hold, standing on your tippy toes to push against his mouth. His hands kept you secure, placed tightly on your hips as he dipped you backward.

Your face flushed as his tongue slipped between your lips, licking the inside of your mouth, humming at the faint taste of alcohol on his buds.

He peaked to look around, and once he confirmed no one but Itto was close by, he slipped his hands lower, teasingly hicking up your skirt, giving Itto a clear view as he squeezed gently, slipping his leg between your thighs.

You held onto the front of his coat, mewling at the small nibbles of his teeth on your chapped lips, your quiet moans swallowed up by his mouth.

"Not cool bro!" Itto whined, pulling you from him and grabbing your hand.

"Nothing wrong with getting a headstart on our deal" Zhongli smiled, putting his hands in his pocket.

You were tipsy enough to have that comment slip your mind as you leaned against Itto's shoulder, continuing the trip to your home.

You fiddled for your keys and you welcomed them in, locking the door behind you.

Zhongli placed his coat on the rack, loosening his tie along the way. He didn't notice it until now but he felt choked up for a while. Anticipation was getting to him and he was eager, biting the inside of his cheek as he followed you two to your living room, giving Itto a knowing glance. He wasn't happy about him having the first choice, but he only has himself to blame for agreeing to have that decided by a few games of rock paper scissors.

Itto continued where Zhongli left off, impatiently claiming your lips as his, pushing you back carefully until he found the light switch to the room.

Your face was red, cheeks burning under Itto's gentle thumb.

"Old man here and I had an idea you might like" he whispered, untucking the shirt from your skirt and plastering his large hands on your hips.

"Hmm?" you murmured past his lips, eyes lidded as you waited for him to continue.

"I'm positive you'll enjoy it darling, but not telling you what it's about is one of the agreed rules" Zhongli added, now coming behind you, pressing his body flush to your back and moving his hand under your shirt, placing it right in between your breasts to pull your closer.

"I'm not being a part of your little competitions!" you whined as Zhongli slid his fingers to grab at your chest, his cold hand making you yelp.

"Aren't you happy that we agreed on something " Itto mused, smoothening his palms over the sides of your covered thighs.

You were about to protest but Itto pressed a finger against your lips, ushering you and Zhongli to the couch. Zhongli sat you on his lap, facing you away from himself, but turning your chin around. He leaned to graze your neck with sweet but possessive kisses, feeling the way you swallowed the lumps in your throat under his starving tongue.

He slipped his hand to your front, nudging your legs apart with his own. Itto all but drooped on his knees in front of you, watching as Zhongli fisted your skirt in his hand, pressing it out of the way.

Your breath hitched once he spread his legs even further apart, the embarrassment making your thighs twitch in an effort to hide yourself, especially when you can feel a hot breath against your skin now, deep and vibrating as your other lover can't seem to keep his hands to himself.

"Look at our pretty girl..."

His thick finger glides along your clothed slit, dipping inside until he can feel the fabric eating up the wetness that pooled at your entrance, spreading it around and shamelessly leaning closer to mouth at it.

Zhongli let go of your chin, letting your gaze drop between your trembling legs as he moved to massage the inside of your thighs. The bulge against the small of your back is stiffer, and you can't help but wiggle your hips around a little, trying to press against it harder. You held onto Zhongli's sturdy arm with both of yours, hugging it tightly.

"I think you like our competition for now, no?"

"I still don't know what it is!" you roll your eyes, right before Itto decided to pinch you over your underwear only slightly to get you to look back at him.

Itto was bashfully looking up, winking at you as he twirled the fabric of your panties with his index finger, pushing them to the side.

"You can guess baby, you're smart."  Zhongli praises while his hand sneaks down to rub against you a few times, settling his two fingers on your clit, torturing it with long lazy circles that send jolts along your back any time he presses a little harder.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, the ache in your legs from how far Zhongli has them spread making you cry out. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Zhongli as Arataki settled his face between your thighs,

You smell fucking delicious to him, and as blood rushed to his ears he thumbed at your hole for a moment, eating up the squelching sounds that filled the room.

"I have 20 guesses and each can be equally possible with you two!" you complain, arching your back.

Itto's and Zhongli's fingers bump and push against each other until your whole cunt is slicked up thoroughly, and that's when the Oni gives the first long lick. You lean all of your weight onto Zhongli while his sharp black nails dig into the back of your thighs, using them to ground himself as he starts lapping at your cunt.

For someone that had all of the time to chat and tease when his mouth was empty, he blabbered the most with his mouth full, whispering, begging and praising against your cunt all the same.

Almost always he looks like he lost every single thought in his head, and just a few brief minutes of touching you, end up with him acting like you intentionally starved him for ages.

Zhongli's breath hit your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body starts humping against the Oni's tongue, chasing your slowly approaching release, unintentionally bringing him closer to his. Your hands finally found purchase on Itto's horns, pressing his tongue as deep as he can possibly get it, his jaw slacked as he lets you fuck yourself with it.

The older man gives a few taps to your clit before placing both of his hands on your scrunched-up skirt, leaning over your shoulder to look at the man drooling over your cunt.

"Does it feel good love? I'm sure I'd do a better job don't you think? Those teeth must feel terrible down there" Zhongli muses, and just at that moment, Arataki closes his lips around your clit, tucking his teeth as he starts to suckle on it. You move one hand from Itto to pinch at Zhongli's arm, not having enough air to scold him.

He bites back the comment about Itto's long nails once he sees your toes curling, deep breaths vibrating through your chest.

Itto had a point to prove, and he could barely hold back his grin once you started writhing in Zhongli's lap, unable to stay still.

Your thighs ache to close, the overwhelming sensation on your pussy making your legs twitch to wrap around his head.

The feeling is too much and too direct, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Soon after Itto starts humming against you, you feel the rope in your tummy tightening, threatening to break loose. You turn your head to the side, hiding it in Zhongli's shoulder as he coos behind you, moving his hands to hold your legs.

You think you'll cum embarrassingly fast, but with the devouring pace Itto sets, you don't have the luxury to focus against it. Zhongli whispers things that might not go with his character at all to anyone that knows him, the filthy praises and curses ushered behind you causing you to choke up on your own words.

You almost slip from his lap, your high crashing against you and your legs snap out of his grip, closing around Itto's head as you ride out your first high, small thrusts mushing his nose, the air deliciously taken from him.

"That's a pretty girl..." Zhongli sighs, thrusting up to pathetically try to ease up the tension in his pants, impatient for the Oni to let go of you so that he can selfishly have his turn soon.

Your body lies pliant and relaxed for a few brief moments, and once Itto releases your clit with a loud pop, he lets the spit gush from his tongue and pool at your hole, his finger carefully pushing it inside you before he gets up, catching his breath.

He already unzipped his pants but he massages the bulge in his underwear, his length throbbing under his palm.

"What's that about you doing it better old man?"

Your huff of disapproval makes him chuckle, stepping back to sit on your coffee table, tugging his pants lower.

"Will you two ever shut the fuck up please!" you complain, sitting up on shaky legs so that Zhongli can unbuckle his pants and take them off along with his underwear.

Zhongli lowers you back down with ease, pressing his length against your pussy.

"Can I take a break first-" you try to protest halfheartedly, giving no resistance whatsoever.

It's so warm and welcoming, his tip hooking up at your entrance while he slips one arm around your waist. He's teasing you, slicking himself up to cause loud wet sounds to echo in the room. He spreads your legs back open, leaning your body a little so that Itto can have a perfect view of his cock prodding inside. You're already nice and wet for him, swallowing him almost whole in one go.

It sends shivers down Itto's spine, who's now shamelessly stroking his cock while he tries to stop himself from pouncing on you.

You whine when you feel the first full push of Zhongli's length, sinking into you in one sharp motion, making you paw at the hand around your waist.

"There you go love, you're doing so well..." the gentleness in his voice makes you whine out, head falling back. His hips work slowly, the slick sound of your other lover jacking himself off spurring you on to rock your hips harder,longingly glancing at him, as if pleading for him to get closer.

Zhongli's focus was now completely on you, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek all while his hand teased your pussy, spreading your lips wide apart with two of his fingers.

The pad of his finger finds its' way to your clit, ghosting over the nub with care, tiny circles matching the pace of his thrusts.

"Does that feel all right?" he whispers, teasing another finger where his cock strains at your cunt.

His palm presses on your lower belly, trying to feel the motion of his cock through your skin. There's something shamefully erotic in the way Itto's body is curled up as he works his length, a frown on his face. His teeth are hooked on his bottom lip, his tongue bit back as he fucks his fist. As if to snap you out of it, Zhongli starts thrusting harder, trying to fuck the thought of Itto out of you. It doesn't work, he doubted that it would but it was worth a shot.

It's not like he didn't know how you got with their roles reversed, but a little part of him will always try to prove that he was better.

"Please, my God...more...Itto please !" you cry out for him, trying to motion for him to come closer. Zhongli slams his hips up sharply, jealous of the way you moaned his name while he's the one fucking into you, but he calms down for your own good. Almost all of their rivalry disappears when you ask for something and even Itto doesn't brag too much as he walks closer, resting his knees between yours and Zhongli's legs.

"So greedy...you really need both? Are you sure baby?" he watches as Zhongli slows down, dipping his fingers along his cock to see if it's even possible.

"It can fit!" you reassure, balancing yourself on one hand as you reach the other one to stroke him, tugging him closer.

It's certainly not a rare thing between the three of you and Zhongli hums once he manages to stuff two more fingers comfortably, pulling out halfway as he waits for the Oni, who generously spits in his palm, leathering his dick up.

Even so, the push stings briefly, and they have to talk you through it, Itto's mouth pressing against yours as you hold onto his arms, sitting down on them inch by inch.

They feel like they can barely move inside, but Itto is the first one to try, hissing as his cock slides over Zhongli's. He settles for deep, slow thrust against your cervix, letting Zhongli match the pace, pushing and pulling out whenever Itto does the opposite, causing the constant feeling of fullness to cloud your head.

"If she cums like this, you know that I technically win?" Itto smirks, kissing you cheekily, quieting down your cries.

"As if..." Zhongli dares, picking up his pace again.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one winning" you struggle out breathlessly, sitting your ass flush onto Zhongli, while hugging Itto to your chest.

The pace is broken up, but both of them continue to ram into you, Itto's head falling on your shoulder, his mouth slightly open as his sharp teeth press against your neck. His hands frantically claw at your hips, kneading your skin as he feels his release nearing.

Zhongli can practically feel the spasms of Itto's cock, followed by your muscles tightening. He's not gonna last either and every idea of slowing down is thrown out the window once you whisper out that you're close, begging them not to stop. They are both so deep that every pound into you makes Itto's pelvis bump against your clit and you're not sure if it's enough at first, but as he speeds up you can feel that high building up. Fast.

"Hah~, there...harder- please" you cry out, gripping on the belt of Itto's open shirt, your fingertips turning pale.

"Fuck"," Shit", "Close"  you don't know who it comes from anymore but you can only agree at this point.

You feel the heat in your core, rope after rope of cum leaking into you, both men's lengths repeatedly burrying to the hilt with violent, sharp slams of hips, causing you to tip over the edge, arms and legs going weak as they fuck you through it.

"So perfect sweetheart, hold onto me like that" the Oni purrs, throwing his head back, his chest heaving as Zhongli wraps his fingers around your throat, kissing you sloppily, his tongue invading your mouth so as to swallow any loud whine you have left. He keeps you still, grounding your thrashing hips.

Your hands fall to your sides and Zhongli takes one of them, lacing your fingers with his. You can taste him in your throat, swallowing around him so that you can breathe. They rock their hips slower, coming down to a stop once you start tapping on Itto's shoulder, the pressure unbearable now.

You can't move yet, your legs cramping when you try to close them. Itto is the first to carefully pull out, tapping the head of his cock over your sensitive cunt before straightening up, stretching his arms before sitting next to you.

Zhongli pulls out a second later, grunting as his and Itto's cum coats his length. He soothes your legs, helping you up and grabbing Itto's pants, placing them on the bed.

"Here, sit on this until I come back" he's out of the living room before he can hear Itto yelling "Yours were even closer, you-". He grins in victory, taking off the rest of his clothes in the bathroom and grabbing a towel, cleaning himself up before deciding if he should bring Itto a new one. Even a grown man like him can be a little childish at times. He takes one for you and throws the other at the Oni, acting clueless when Itto opens his mouth, mortified.

"See, getting along isn't that bad" you turn to Itto who only stares at you, his eyes turning glossy.

"FUCK NO"

A/N: I pretended that my cooch would survive those two monsters and so will you.

tip yar🍥: Ko-Fi

[mysticmousecat]

Hey, if you’re still taking requests, could you maybe write something for a drunk Viktor x reader?

Maybe it gets NSFWish???

Love your work and really loved your personal (non-fanfic) writing. It was short but intriguing!

Thank you so much!! There is so much stuff, non fanfic and fanfic stuff that I'm working on right now, I'm so glad you liked the little bit of it I posted. Also, to anyone who may want to, don't be afraid to send just general writing prompts, it doesn't have to be for arcane or any show, just general things to write.

So, I'm gonna do this with a tipsy Viktor and not totally drunk since I feel like we're gonna start branching into some consent issues with that, so this is Viktor who is a little tipsy but still has all of his faculties.

Title: Liquid Courage

Rating: M

Warnings: Spicy, Consumption of Alcohol, Alcohol brings out the slight exhibitionist tendencies in Viktor

Words: 2.6K

Tipsy Viktor x F!Reader

You had been to many, many, many galas in your time working at Piltover Academy, Piltover typically liking to find any reason to gather a bunch of people in a room and get them drunk while celebrating whatever was relevant at the time, a new decision made by the council, a new diplomatic agreement with a new territory or a new development of progress, as was the most common cause for celebration. This gala was in honor of Hextech, as most progress galas seemed to be over the last 12 some odd years that Hextech has been gracing the people of Piltover and Zaun alike with their innovations. You remembered when Viktor had first started attending these, much to his disappointment that he was required to be here instead of working himself to near death in the lab every night like he was one to do, he had been awkward and unfamiliar with the territory, unused to people viewing him as anything other than some Zaunite who happened to get lucky enough to make his way into Piltover, he stumbled through conversations with wealthy nobles and the first time a woman had shown *particular* interest in him he'd been about as coherent as a goldfish. Much to your amusement.

As the years went on, Viktor got smart, he'd regularly schedule to be out of Piltover shortly after a new Hextech innovation was announced, fleeing to his laboratory in Zaun for a few days until the inevitable celebration and gala were over, he claimed that it was so he could catch up on his work there, people needed assistance with augmentations and he had to make sure his important work there went undisturbed by any uninvited visitors who perhaps got a little too curious about the local eccentric scientists rumored devious experiments. Rumors spread by local children who enjoyed scaring their friends with stories of how if they snuck into the lab they'd come out "Changed" or something dumb and childish like that.

This was something that he'd done for years, you were fairly certain you hadn't seen Viktor at an actual progress gala in 3 years, so it was a massive surprise to you when you walked in this evening to see the very man of your thoughts mingling with various noble women. He wore a striking blue waistcoat buttoned over a deep red dress shirt, the sleeves folded up to his elbows, an equally royal blue tie fastened perfectly around his neck. He held a glass of champaign in his gloved hand, his other keeping a firm grip on his cane. He looked like he belonged there, and you felt the air leave your lungs. Who the fuck gave him the right to look so good?

You stumbled a little at the thought that he would actually be seeing you tonight, not that you didn't look absolutely fantastic, it's just that in the years that you'd known Viktor was more than likely not going to be at these galas you'd gotten a little...adventurous with your wardrobe. You had come to terms with your feelings for Viktor a long time ago, and you had come to terms with the fact that he would never return them, so on these nights, when you knew he wouldn't be there, you had a habit of... distracting your heart. You'd come dressed to the nines, with dresses that were maybe a little more revealing than they needed to be, enjoying how many eyes fell on you over the course of the night, dance with as many people as you could, and maybe even go home with one of them every once and a while, though that particular habit had become more recurring over the last several galas, due to the fact that apparently your heart hadn't gotten the memo that the man it wanted was very far out of your reach.

Tonight though, tonight Viktor would see you, see the dress you had chosen, a dress that was the same deep red as the shirt he wore under his blue waistcoat, a dress with a plunging neckline, showing off the smooth skin between your breasts, a nearly nonexistent backing and flowing skirts that nearly reached the floor, a high slit that started at your hip, showing off plenty of your (y/s/c) skin. His gaze was going to fall to you at some point tonight and you weren't sure how well your heart was going to handle that. You tried to follow your usual plan, you found men eager to dance with you easily, their touches suddenly searing on your skin in all of the wrong ways, their blatant displays of attraction to you making you feel sick when usually they'd make you feel powerful. You hadn't looked to see if Viktor had seen you yet, you weren't prepared for that. Though you knew you were eventually going to have to talk to him, he was your friend, you couldn't just avoid him all night, nor did you really want to, despite your nerves, part of you wanted him to see you, wanted to see if you'd find the same hunger in his eyes that you saw in every other man who looked at you.

"Need another dance partner?" A voice whispered in your ear as you stood near the edge of the room, collecting your thoughts. You jumped at its sudden appearance before the sudden recognition of who the voice belonged to settled into your bones. You turned quicker than you'd meant to, coming face to face with the man who'd been plaguing your thoughts the entire night. The moment you felt his eyes on you made you feel so exposed, you felt the way his gaze made molten heat course through your veins. Suddenly you remembered he'd actually spoken to you.

"I didn't take you for someone so keen on ballroom dances." You supplied, trying to feign at least a little bit of confidence. He seemed to consider your words for a few moments before a smile graced his lips.

"I've found that a few glasses of champaign can make even the most astute of minds make questionable decisions." Something in his tone told you he was talking about more than just dancing, but you couldn't place what it was. He presented an open hand to you, a silent invitation. "You have yet to truly answer my question, however." Looking at him you saw the way his features were more relaxed than usual, the normal furrow of his brow softer, his shoulders loosened and lowered, a playful upturn to his lips. It seems a few glasses of champaign was good for more than just loosening Viktor's inhibitions. You placed your hand gingerly into his, letting him lead you closer to the large group of merry people toward the center of the room. You easily let him pull you closer to him, placing a hand flat over his chest, the other coming to rest on his shoulder while one of his came to rest flat against the center of your back, you were sure he could feel how hot your skin was under his touch, though he brought no attention to it. While he took the lead, it was a slow lead, two of you a bit more isolated than everyone else around you, and as looked up at him you could have sworn the two of you were the only ones in the room.

"I didn't even know you knew how to dance." You said in a hushed tone, realizing your proximity to Viktor meant he'd probably be able to hear a whisper if you so desired. He let out a breathless chuckle at your words.

"Heimerdinger had insisted I learn when I arrived at the Academy." The hand that had previously been flat on the center of your back began to dip lower, coming to rest on the small of your back instead, pulling you ever so slightly closer in the process, so close you could recognize the smell of champaign. "At the time I'd found the lessons to be tedious and troublesome, though now, I'm quite glad I had them." Your heart was pounding, your thoughts beginning to feel foggy, like you were drunk but you hadn't had any alcohol tonight, you were just intoxicated by his touch.

"I thought you didn't like coming to these galas." You finally found your voice again, looking up to once again meet Viktor's amber eyes. "What changed?"

You could practically see the cogs turning in Viktor's head as he tried to formulate his answer, finally he seemed to decide. "I wanted to see you in this dress." He spoke bluntly, like what he just said hadn't made you nearly lose your footing and had his hand not been so firm on your back you may have.

"How did you-"

"Mel." He answered your question before you'd even finished asking it. Of course, Mel would have known what you were wearing, she'd been the one to help you pick it out. She also was the only other person who knew your feelings for Viktor and knowing her, she probably also knew he'd be attending this gala and just conveniently forgot to make that information known to you while she helped you try on dresses. "In fact, Mel has been an invaluable source of information." You felt the rock in your chest when he finished.

"And what information would that be?" Your voice was hardly more than a whisper. Did he know? What was he thinking in that steel safe that was his mind?

"That while I've been away in Zaun during these... occasions," He started, leaning a little bit closer so you could feel the breath of his words against your ear. "You've been rather popular amongst several of the guests." You recognized something in his tone, something that confused you for a moment.

"If I didn't know you better, Viktor," You started slowly, your voice low and words hushed. "I'd say you sounded jealous." You weren't sure where the sudden burst of bravery came from, but you were going to run with it and pray you were right about what you thought you heard.

Viktor was silent for a moment, and for a minute you thought he wasn't going to answer you, until "Should I be?" The two of you had stopped moving, but you hadn't pulled any further apart, still only inches from each other, in each other's space, and neither of you seemed to want to move. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, searching for any indication that you were just reading too far into the situation, that this was in fact totally friendly, and you were just letting your feelings muddle your perception, but what you found in those amber eyes took your breath away. Previously you'd wondered if you'd find the same hunger in them as you did in the eyes of other men at these galas, what you saw now wasn't that it wasn't hunger like you were used to, it was longing, desperation, nerves that managed to peak through under the blanket of alcohol.

"No." You whispered, your eyes never once leaving his. "They're all just place holders."

"For?"

You thought for a moment on how to answer, eventually you just decided being direct was your best chance. "For a certain inventor who I'd very much like to kiss me right now." The breath he took in sharply at your words brought a smile to your lips. You saw his gaze flick from your eyes to your lips, he seemed to be weighing his options, fighting some unknown battle in his mind before he spoke again, the tone of his voice nearly making your knees give out from under you.

"As much as this inventor would love to do just that," He started, leaning forward again so he could speak directly into your ear. "I'm afraid I'd have some trouble keeping my hands to myself, and we are still very much in public." You were suddenly very aware of everyone around you again, you'd forgotten about them, deafened to their presence by the sound of your hot blood rushing in your ears.

You let the hand you'd had resting on, now gripping, his shoulder drift down toward this tie, following the fabric down until you reached the first button of his waistcoat. "We can fix that."

The lab was closest, but the two of you barely made it halfway there before you found your back against the wall of the hallway, Viktor's hands griping your hips and his lips on yours in a desperate kiss. He tasted like champaign and lust and the first brush of his tongue against yours had you fisting into his shirt, pulling him closer as your other arm went to wrap around his neck. His hands started their trek up, grazing up the expanse of your bare back, searing your skin perfectly the entire route. The heat in your abdomen was nearly unbearable, you'd never been so desperate for someone else's touch in your life, but here you were, clinging to this man like he was a lifeline.

His lips made their way to the underside of your jaw, sucking hard before nipping down your neck, the back of your head colliding with the wall behind you as you caught your breath, or tried to that is. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress, hiking your leg up and hooking it around his hip, holding it in place as he crowded you against the wall. His other hand had also left your back, leaving your heated skin to lay flat against the wall. His hand came up to graze his fingers down the skin of your chest exposed by the low cut of your dress, however once it reached the fabric of your gown, he didn't halt his decent, instead dragging his fingers down the front of the dress until he reached just above where you could feel your arousal. The first feather light touch between your legs knocked the air from your lungs and you clung to him harder, pulling him closer until you could feel just how worked up he was against your hip. His fingers were deft and precise, dipping down to circle your covered clit, pulling the most desperate keen from your lips your certain you'd ever heard. When he pushed aside your panties to roughly press two fingers into you, you would have screamed had it not been for his lips once again on yours. His pace was steady inside you as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge with just his fingers. You were fairly certain you'd let him fuck you right there in the hall had it not been for the approach of voices coming from the other end. Viktor pulled you away from the wall, pulled his hand from between your legs and collected his cane which he'd rested against the wall when he'd practically slammed you against it. The voices had been two partygoers, wandering the halls of the academy who barely spared the two of you a glance as they passed by. Once they were out of earshot you heard Viktor clear his throat.

"Perhaps we should move this somewhere... more private." He supplied as the two of you once again began making your way to the lab, where Viktor made sure to lock the door before spending the remainder of the night finding out just how loud he could make you scream.

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Drunk Joseph

POV: Joseph gets drunk at a party and reveals a little too much about how he really feels about you. Just a stupid little fluff thing really.

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You could see him, out of the corner of your eye, leaning against the bar, another drink in his hand, waving it dramatically at whoever he was talking to, not even noticing when some of the whiskey or whatever it was he was drinking, slopped over the side of the glass; Joseph was clearly a little on the tipsy side, to say the least.

After a couple of minutes, the bloke he was talking to clapped Joseph on the shoulder and walked away, and he quickly turned around, looking for someone else to engage with.

Sober, Joseph was chatty and gregarious, you found. Drunk, he would talk your bloody ears off about everything and nothing.

His colour was high, face flushed, eyes glassy with intoxication, but heaven help you, you still found him impossibly attractive. Joseph was too good looking for his own good; those unruly curls, big chocolate brown eyes, full lips..

Scratch that. Joseph Quinn was nothing as rudimentary as good looking. He was beautiful.

Then he spotted you, and a massive smile spread across his face and you felt your heart rate spike and your face go red-how this man still couldn't tell you fancied him like mad, was completely beyond you.

You'd known each other about six months, having worked on a show together, and while you were falling deeper with every second you spent with him or around him, Joseph clearly only saw you as a coworker and friend, and it broke your heart.

Then he was by your side, and you felt your breath hitch when he pulled you into a hug, his drink miraculously not spilling on him or you, rambling about how good it was to see you and how amazing you looked. His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and he was very obviously drunk, but you had seen him drunk before, and he was just silly. He didn't become aggressive or messy, he was just out to have a good time.

I wouldn't mind having a good time with him.

The treacherous thought entered your head before you could stop it, and with Joseph still holding you, you were plagued with X rated thoughts of him in bed with you, touching you with his hands and his mouth and his tongue, burying himself inside you, moaning your name as you clung to his body, begging him for release...

You practically threw yourself out of Joseph's embrace, mortified at your own thoughts and your body's reaction to them.

Joseph was only interested in your friendship. It was wrong.

But now, he didn't look his normal happy go lucky, chilled self. His features were creased with concern. And something else you didn't recognize.

'Y/N?' He murmured, slurring only slightly. 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine, Joe.' You replied. 'Are you ok?'

He didn't reply right away, but placed his glass on a table nearby and turned his full and undivided attention to you, those dark, intense eyes searching your face. He had never looked at you this way before, and you could feel yourself blushing, your face surely giving away everything you felt.

And then his fingers brushed your cheek, and his eyes darkened, and every defence you'd built against him, and pretty much every shred of common sense, was flung out the window, and you moved closer.

He's drunk. One final rational, desperate thought. He doesn't know what he's doing.

'Joe-' His lips brushed over yours, tentative, hesitant. You could feel him trembling, and even though you knew you should stop this, that in the morning, he may regret every bit of this moment, you parted your lips and let him really kiss you.

Your lips moved together like they were made for each other, and you were aware of people staring at the pair snogging in the middle of a pub, but right this instant, you couldn't care less. Joseph's shaking hands cupped your face, and the kiss deepened.

It was only when you felt his tongue in your mouth, that you knew you had to stop this, before it really got out of hand, and you pulled away, and a small portion of the patrons cheered, much to your embarrassment.

Joseph looked wrecked, just from a kiss; his hair was mussed, and you were vaguely aware that you may have run your hands through it while you were...otherwise engaged. His eyes were hazy, and not just from alcohol, lips swollen from exertion.

'I'm sorry.' He spoke before you could. 'But I've...God, I've wanted to do that for so long. I just...I didn't think you..I thought you just saw me as a mate.'

You shook your head, scarcely able to believe what he was saying, hoping fervently that it wasn't the drink talking. Although, he didn't look particularly inebriated anymore.

Had a kiss helped sober him up a little?

'No.' You replied. 'I've...had feelings for a while now. I thought you weren't interested in me.'

Joseph gaped at you for a moment, then burst out laughing, and you grinned at his infectious amusement.

'What a pair of twats we are.' He chuckled. 'All this time wasted, when we could have been...doing more of this.'

He pressed his lips to hers again, earning a few groans from the crowd, and a cry of 'Get a bloody room, the pair of ya!'

And then he was grabbing your hand, and you were still hoping that he wouldn't see this as a drunken mistake in the morning, even though he did seem to have recovered fairly quickly.

'Let's go outside for a smoke.' He murmured. 'It's more...private. Wanna taste you again.'

And christ, when he said it like that, how the hell were you supposed to refuse him?

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[wifeboys]

Third Time’s the Charm // Wilmon

Summary: Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

Word Count: ~2600

A/N: A little in-universe fic to tie us over. Based on prompts from this prompt list *shamelessly plugs my prompts blog @deity-prompts *. Also I haven’t written fanfiction is a while so I’m a little rusty.

gif credits: @princewilhelm

Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

The first time is at Rosh's soccer final. The pair (and Ayub) had gone to every single game of the season, rain, or shine. They stood at the side lines. The night air gripped them through their puffy coats. Flood lights illuminate their breaths. Wilhelm and Simon pressed shoulders to 'help keep them warm'.

The game is intense. The ball is sent over and back again and again. Fouls are left and right. Fights even break out. The crowd hold their breath, each moment electric. Simon is so focused on the game that he forgets where he is. He forgets who he's with and who he is. All he can concentrate on is Rosh.

The whistle blows, once, twice, three times. Rosh punches the air with a victorious scream. The crowd erupts. Everyone rushes onto the pitch. They clutch each other into hugs, exchanging "congratulations!" and kisses on the cheek. Simon sprints to Rosh, grabbing her tightly. She slaps his back and yells something he can't hear. Ayub pushes him out of the way and hugs Rosh. Simon staggers back with a laugh. Wilhelm is in front of him. His eyes sparkle with happiness and Simon can't help but smile. Before he can hug him, Wilhelm places his hands on Simons cheeks and quickly kisses him. The kiss barely lasts two seconds, but time seems to freeze. Simon short-circuits.

Before he can process or kiss him back, Wilhelm is already hugging someone else and Ayub is grabbing Simon. "SHE DID IT! FUCKING YEAH!" The night moves on. Everyone goes out to celebrate, still full of energy until they part in the early hours. As Simon celebrates, he can't help but think about Wilhelm kissing him. Did he kiss him or did he imagine it? No, it definitely happened. He can't imagine the electricity pulsing through him. He can't imagine the rush and heat he felt.

But that doesn't mean Wilhelm wanted to kiss him. It was an intense game. Everyone was celebrating. It was probably just a "hey bro, we did it! let's celebrate!" kiss. Wilhelm would've kissed anyone, Simon just happened to be there.

That's what Wilhelm is acting like. He's hugging everyone he comes across. Simons not sure if that's because Wilhelm is a hugger or because he's buzzed on celebratory drinks. Either way, he's not treating Simon any different. He's still talking to him like they're regular bros who like regular sports and other regular things.

It was nothing, Simon decides.

• ❤︎ •

The second time is at Felice's birthday party. She spares no expense. The common room is decked with streamers, balloons, and stocked with alcohol. Everyone is wearing the most extravagant outfits they have. The birthday girl has braided her hair short as a boys, and wears a purple robe that reaches her heels. Simon wears a black, glittery blazer over his bare chest with waist high black trousers. The lack of shirt was probably a good idea, considering people keep bumping into him and spilling their drinks.

The music is practically deafening. You can't walk two steps without knocking shoulders with someone. Simon keeps to the back of the room, fiddling with the hem of his blazar as the party unfolds in front of him. Sara keeps him company, chatting his ear off about something he can't hear. The only thing he can focus on is a certain prince across the room.

Simon barely notices when Sara tugs at his sleeve. "Si! I'm going to find Felice. Don't just stand here for the whole night. Go talk to someone"

She disappears into the sea of drunk teenagers. There's no way Sara was telling him to go talk to Wilhelm specifically, but that's all Simon wants to do. Actually, he wants to skip the talking and pin Wilhelm against the wall.

But Simon can't do it. He's glued with his back against a wall as people make out around him. He can't mess things up with Wilhelm. He can't scare him off. He can't lose a great friend on the tiny chance he might get a boyfriend. Simon repeats this like a mantra to the beat of the music.

None of this stops him checking out Wilhelm, the crowd acting as a safety buffer. His simple yellow shirt is plain considering the occasion. He made up for it by covering his hair with glitter that has fallen onto his face and shoulders.

He watches as an already tipsy Wilhelm finishes his drink. He's surrounded by people (probably his friends). He suddenly cracks up at some joke they say. Glitter explodes into the air with the quick movement of his head. A shiny halo illuminates his face. God, he's beautiful when he laughs.

"Simon! Simon Simon Simon" Felice nearly falls on top of him. "I'm so glad you're here- and you look amazing"

"Thanks, so do you- and happy birthday" Simon has never been good at taking compliments.

"You're too kind. I'll admit, I can't get enough of my cape. Hey, you should try it on! Purple is definitely your colour"

"Oh no I couldn't-"

"Oh yes you could. Let's swap jackets. I promise I'll give it back"

Next thing Simon knows, Felice is slipping off her cloak-y thing to reveal a white blouse and black skirt. She takes Simon's jacket, even giving him a spin. "We look stunning" she says as Simon wraps her robe around him. It looks a bit weird on him, but it's soft and smells nice. Felice sips her drink, and frowns. "My cup is empty. Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh- sure"

Felice disappears into the crowd. Simon goes back to looking for Wilhelm, but he's nowhere to be seen. He scans the crowd carefully. Wow, there's a lot of people here. A lot of bodies. The air is thick. The music is too loud. The room is too small. Simon needs to get out.

He excuses his way towards the door, not stopping until he's breathing in the night air. He leans next to the door, careful to keep Felice's robe clean. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Simon can only handle parties for a short while before he needs a break.

He stares up at the sky. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The stars are like glitter. The moon shines brightly at him. Deep breath in. He can't find Wilhelm, but at least he can spot the Man In The Moon. Deep breath out.

He's grounded again. He knows he should go home soon, but he figures a bit longer inside wont hurt. He gets up to go inside and find Felice when the door swings open. A yellow shirt stumbles into the night, glitter sparkling in the moonlight.

Simon finally found Wilhelm- or, rather, Wilhelm found him.

Wilhelm finds his footing, looking around. He finally spots Simon by the door.

"There you are!" He exclaims. There I am?

If Simon moves fast enough, he can slip back inside before Wilhelm even notices him. He can grab Sara and pretend he never came to the party. Before he can put his plan into effect, Wilhelm is cupping his face again.

Wilhelm kisses him. Simon is quicker to react this time. He kisses back, his plan to escape already forgotten. Wilhelm pulls back for a moment to tilt his head to the side. Simon holds the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair. Glitter falls around them.

Wilhelm's hands slip behind Simon's robe, pulling him closer. Simon shivers as his hands run up and down his back. He drowns in bliss, finally getting to kiss Wilhelm the way he always wanted to.

When Wilhelm finally pulls back, his eyes stay closed. "Oh" he sighs softly. "Oh . . . I'm about to throw up. Excuse me"

Without even looking at Simon, Wilhelm turns and staggers around the corner. Simon hears retching. His escape plan kicks in. He practically runs back into the party, nearly knocking people over as he finds Felice.

He finds her giggling with Sara, who's cheeks are blushes deep red. They swap their clothes back, re-completing Felice's outfit. She truly looks stunning, tonight more than ever. Up close, her hair is woven more intricately than he realised. It's as short as his but looks ten times better.

Oh God- with the short hair and purple cloak, he probably looks just like Felice. Especially to someone who's drunk. Wilhelm didn't mean to kiss him. He meant to kiss Felice. Now Simon feels like he's going to throw up.

• ❤︎ •

The third time is after Parents Day. Simon spent the days leading up to it avoiding Wilhelm. He probably doesn't remember the kiss at all but Simon wont chance it. He won't give Wilhelm the opportunity to reject him. This doesn’t stop him from looking at him for a little too long from across the room. This doesn’t stop Wilhelm looking back.

His ingenious “if I ignore him he can’t reject me” plan fails, however, when Wilhelm sits with his family as they eat. Simon can't take his eyes off him as he chats with Simon and Felice's family. Wilhelm combs his fingers through his hair, licks his lips, laughs along to jokes. Simon soaks up every minute of it.

Dinner plates empty. Belts are loosened. Waiters come around to collect dishes and Simon starts to panic. Wilhelm has been glancing at him again and again throughout the dinner. He's definitely going to corner Simon and let him down. Tell him to forget all about the kiss (if he even remembers it). Simon pulls out his phone.

Simon I need you to pick me up

Ayub Thought you were at the parents dinner Cant ur mom take u home?

Simon I'll explain later If you pick me up right now I'll be forever grateful

Ayub I'll be outside in ten You owe me one

Simon I love you more than life itself

Simon rests his phone on the table, slightly less panicked. As soon as people start getting to their feet, he bolts. Out the door. Our of the school. He only slows when his feet crunches on the front road's gravel.

Ayub arrives right on time. Simon jumps on his bike before he can ask what's going on. It isn't until the next day that Simon comes to a shocking realisation: he left his phone at Hillerska.

• ❤︎ •

"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon" Ayub says as he drops Simon off.

"I'll be in and out, I promise. Everyone's gone home so I'll be able to find it and grab it"

"Here, call yourself on my phone. You can follow the ringing"

"Where would I be without you"

Ayub tosses his phone and gestures for Simon to go. He pushes open the doors. Hillerska feels haunted without students bustling through the halls. It's like a museum. Simon opens Ayub's phone and calls himself.

It's probably in the dining room where they ate. He walks towards it, listening intently for his ringtone. What he doesn't expect is for someone to pick up.

“Hello?”

Simon stares at the phone for a moment before pressing it to his ear. ". . . Hello?"

“Simon? That you?”

“Wille!" Perfect. The one person he was trying to not talk to. "Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice”

"Don't worry about it, I don't think you were expecting me to answer"

"Yeah, uh, you have my phone. That's why I was calling it. I must've left it here yesterday"

"Where are you? I can drop it off"

"I'm already at Hillerska so I can just grab it. Want me to come to you?"

"Just start walking, we'll find each other"

Simon decides to go in the general direction of Wilhelm's dorms. It really does feel like a museum. Each alcove is like a display he can't touch. His footsteps echo.

“So . . . what’re you doing with my phone?” Simon asks.

“I actually didn’t know it was yours. It was left on one of the tables, so I took it in case the owner came looking for it”

“And here I am”

“And here you are”

Simon can't help but smile. He's sure he can hear Wilhelm smiling too.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you”

“Talk to me?”

“Yeah. Um . . . it's about Felice's party"

Simon stops. Here it is. Everything has backfired and now the one thing he didn't want to talk about has come up.

"Simon? You there?"

"Yes! Uh yes I am." He rubs a hand across his face. Play it cool. "What about her party?"

"I'm sorry that I was so drunk that night. I figured I'd need some . . . liquid courage but I guess I had too much"

"Yeah. It was a uh, a wild night" Simon feels like he's choking on his own heart. He distracts himself by looking around at the hallway. He's not even sure where in the school he is. He's more focused on not throwing up.

"Do you remember that night?"

Play it cool. "Anything specific you want me to remember?"

There's a moment of silence. Simon can hear Wilhelm's footsteps through the phone. "If you want to forget that night and move on like nothing happened, we can definitely can"

Simon doesn't want to forget. It's all he can think about.

"Do you want to forget about it?" Simon asks, swallowing.

Wilhelm's walking slows as he thinks. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"I don't . . . I wasn't uncomfortable"

There's a beat. "I'm glad. That-that you weren't uncomfortable"

"I'm a little uncomfortable now" Simon laughs awkwardly. His tension eases a little when Wilhelm laughs too.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how to talk about this" Simon kicks his feet against the floor.

"I have to say, I didn't think I'd be talking to you about this over the phone"

"I didn't think you'd want to talk about this at all. I thought you were going to avoid me forever"

"Hey, you're the one who was avoiding me"

"Yeah yeah I know" Simon smiles.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath and exhales. "I really wanted to kiss you that night. That's why I got so drunk I needed a confidence boost. It uh, it didn't help that you ignored the kiss at Rosh's game"

Simon's jaw drops in a smile. "I didn't ignore it! I just panicked. I figured it was a spur of the moment celebration"

"None of it was spur of the moment. I've wanted to kiss you for a while"

"You have?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Not at all. If I did, I probably would've kissed you"

Simon hears him stop and smile. “Simon, you are the smartest idiot I ever met”

He hangs up. He hangs up? Simon looks at the phone as if it holds the answer. His brow furrow as a hand grabs his shoulder from behind. He turns, that there he is.

"Hi" they say in unison.

Wilhelm's hands are on Simon's shoulders. He holds his gaze with a smile. Simon completely forgets how to breathe. All he can think about his Wilhelm being so close to him and his lips being right there because really they're right there-

"Can I kiss you again?" Wilhelm asks. Simon nods.

Wilhelm kisses him for the third time. It's hesitant- like he's testing the waters to see if Simon is willing to swim. Before he can pull away, Simon yanks him back in. His hands thread through Wilhelm's hair as Wilhelm wraps his arms around his waist. They pull each other impossibly close. It's their third-first-kiss and it is perfect.

[leoninapelliolovesconchitawurst]

ENGLISH TRANSLATION ( Jeannette Nobbe)

VOLSKRANT.NL 31/01/20

by Mennon Pot

https://www.volkskrant.nl/cultuur-media/conchita-wurst-sorry-dat-ik-zo-n-wandelend-cliche-ben~b0477817/

(Conchita) Wurst: 'I'm sorry I'm a walking cliché'.

Above all we know Conchita Wurst as the bearded 'female 'singer who won the ESC in 2014. But we've moved on and are a bit wiser. It´s just Wurst now, but the beard is still there.

With light feathered steps, Thomas Neuwirth (31) enters the conference room of the hotel in Groningen where he is staying: black combat boots, black leather pants, tight black T-shirt, the black beard and the perfect short trimmed jet black hair..

He introduces himself as Tom. It's not difficult to recognise the bearded drag queen Conchita in him. (Kopenhagen, 2014, remember?) but the dress and wig are stowed away for a while. Conchita has a sort of sabbatical, so to speak.

Neuwirth is on tour as a man. Stage name: Wurst. Yesterday evening he performed in Groningen; the next concert will be 7 february at the Melkweg in Amsterdam. His new album 'Truth over Magnitude' also carries the artist´s name Wurst.

Let's get this straight: when the subject is Conchita Wurst, the word 'transgender' sometimes comes a long. Wrongly. Neuwirth is a man, ('but incredibly gay, of course'), who has a choice from now on: being on tour as a drag queen (Conchita) or as a man (Wurst) .

´a lot of fun, being a masculine stage persona', he says. Conchita will turn up again somewhere else.

Holland appreciated Conchita's 'Rise like a Phoenix' with the highest score, almost 6 years ago.

Neuwirth didn't forget: twelve points, douze points from Holland for the bearded diva from Austria.

Then hectic years followed. 'After the Song Contest I thought, I have to make the most of it now, build my fame and cash it in. So I surrounded myself with all kinds of experts, managers, stylists, make/up artists, the whole circus. After 3 years I was exhausted. I couldn´t do it anymore. I told my audience every nigh, be yourself, believe in yourself. But along the way, I forgot myself.´

He got rid of the experts’ circus and is having a relaxed tour now, with a small entourage. He feels good again, although in 2018 he had to announce he is infected with the HIV virus. His manager politely asks, almost in an humble manner, not to talk about that.

Tom doesn´t appear to be very worried about that. There has seldom been a star who starts an interview so cheerfully. ´A great photo shoot and after that talk about things I find beautiful and fun.

Terrific, I was already looking forward to it when I came out of bed.´

´Curriculum Vitae'

1988 – Born as Thomas Neuwirth in Gmunden, Austria

2007 – Candidate at the talentshow Starmania, and boyband Jetzt anders!

2011 – Debut as female persona Conchita Wurst, the debut single `I´ll be there´

2012 - Second place at the Austrian Songfestival

2014 – ESC winner with ´Rise like a Phoenix

2015 – First album ´Conchita´, co-presenter ESC

2018 – Second album ´From Vienna with Love´

2019 – Debut as male stage persona ´Wurst´, third album ´Truth over Magnitude´

2020 – Wurst ´Trust over Magnitude´ Sony Music

Wurst will be performing in the Melkweg in Amsterdam on February 7

SOUNDTRACK

Music from the Motion Picture Titanic ...1997

´My first CD. I was 9 years old when I bought it. `My heart will go on´’changed my life´. As it were, Céline Dion gave me permission to be utterly dramatic and to be over the top. When I came out of the closet, I heard that song in my head.

It was also a liberation for me as a singer. My mom always sang with a thin, high falsetto voice. I thought that was how it should be. Dion taught me, you may yell as hard as you can, with all the power you have in you. When you sing so loud, you can’t fake it. The sound you push out of your body, is the sound of your body, unique and by definition authentic. Céline Dion taught me that singing is something really physical.´

SERIES

The Crown ..Netflix..., 2016 until 2019

´For me it´s getting difficult to watch a movie to the end. I guess that´s because of all the series on Netflix and HBO. My favorite is `The Crown´.. ´the intro alone is so beautiful, that liquid gold that forms a crown, such art. I used to watch it twice. Ít says something about the fact that I can´t choose between the two women who play Elizabeth and the two men who play prince Philip. All the actors are great. The costumes, the stories, the palaces, it´s so delightful. The history also intrigues me, after every episode I checked on Wikipedia if it was really what had happened.

PARTIES

´At Christmas I always come back to Vienna. I love the lights, glitters and decorations, my inner Mariah Carey is looking forward to it every year. Christmas 2019 was extra special because it had been a long time since the whole family came together at my grandmother´s house.´

I would love it to be like that every year... A couple of days being together in one home. Talking, getting to really know my family. Maybe now you think, days on and on with uncles and aunts, such horror! It is easy to say that I don´t really have much in common with these people. But I do, Really. They all have a story and similarities with your stories. Ask them about your life and tell them about yours.´

That´s what Christmas is all about to me. To me, the birth of Jesus has not that much to do with it.´

ISLAND..

I have an agreement with my best friends to go on vacation at least once every two years. We have been to Mykonos a couple of times, THE especially gay island. I´m sorry I sound like a walking cliché.´

The sun, the sea, the beaches, the small streets, so cosy. We rent a house with a pool and for a week or two we live in our own little paradise, actually being a bit tipsy the whole time. Go shopping and cook.´

`What´s also very important, on Mykomos, the wind is always blowing the right way. I love to watch the women, because their dresses and their hair flutter so beautifully.´

STYLE ICON

Victoria Beckham

I was and still am a big Spice Girls fan and I especially admire Victoria Beckham, because she lives her life the way she wants. She appears in tabloids every day, but has survived a crisis in her relationship and has stayed happy with the love of her life and her family. I think that it´s really strong.´

In regard to her style, she can go from very classy to very trashy, I like that. One day she´s wearing a designer dress, the next she and David Beckham are walking in identical jogging suits. She couldn’t care less. I think that it´s inspiring.´

´I think she is utterly authentic, raging through the glamour. Although I have never met her, I´m sure that I could have a lot of fun with her. I´d love to drink some tequila with her for an afternoon or so.´

AGE

30

´I thought becoming 30 was really special, I lost my wild behaviour, came to be more restful. Some way or another I think a lot about some things my mother said: in my twenties, I ignored those lessons, but now I´m 30, I suddenly realised she was right for example how important family and friends are.

I´m 31 now, I have inner peace and my life in order, but I still feel young. I´m convinced that this the best period of my life´. My advise to everybody... be 30.´

ALBUM

Recomposed by Max Richter / The Four Seasons ..2012

I don´t play any instruments and until not too long ago, I didn´t really know much about music. I really found that a pity sometimes. Fortunately, my good friend Martin studies at the School of Musical Arts... !! He´s studying the history of music intensely and tells me about a lot of great composers. I learn a lot from that.´´I never understood classical music and didn´t really know anything about it, but thanks to the listening sessions with Martin I fell in love with Vivaldi..

The pop artist of the classical artists.

´Max Richter interpreted Vivaldi´s Four Seasons and composed it in a modern fashion. It´s a modern, post minimalistic piece, completely different from the original one, but you still recognise it. Greatly done, at the moment it´s my favorite album.´

BOOK

Friedrich Schiller « Ueber die aesthetische Erziehung des Menschen ». About the aesthetic upbringing of the people..´

´A good friend advised me to read the philosophical letters from Friedrich Schiller ..Letters, 1794-1795)

That´s a hard job to do. Because of the old fashioned German I had to read some sentences 5 times. You always have to wrestle yourself through a thick layer of 18th century sexism.

´But further on you´ll find something beautiful. Schiller writes a lot about finding your inner beauty and your own truth. Dare to be yourself. Embrace your darker sides. Those are important as well.´

´At the same time he preaches self-perspective.. don´t take yourself too seriously, you´re not the center of the universe. That is very worthy to me. Namely because I DO think I´m the center of the universe, haha.

`Still it´s very wise of him, to send a message from 1795 to a 21st century queen with a Mariah Carey complex.´

CLUB

Circus in Vienna

´The Arena is a huge complex in Vienna, a concert building with a mega discotheque. A couple of times a year they organize Circus, my favorite gay club night. I always go there with my group of closest friends, but it´s actually a bit of a rule that we lose each other and disappear into the crowd.´

´I roam around all night- Every room, every floor has its own musical theme and decoration. I love the types of people I meet there, their clothes, their fetishisms, everything.´

….Arena Vienna, Baumgasse 80, Vienna

CITY

Amsterdam

´I live in Vienna, I love Vienna and I will always come back there, but the greatest city I´ve been to is Amsterdam – since then I traveled all over the world so I know what I´m talking about.

´Of all the cities I visited, Amsterdam is the only one where I would want to live a period of time. So that´s what I´m gonna do, this summer, for a few months to begin with.´

´I can see that Amsterdam also has the flagship stores from all known store chains. And a lot of tourists, like every special city. But I see all these small jewelry shops where they sell their self-made jewelry. Little bakeries. Cosy streets. And a lot of water. I love water. I love cities with lots of water.´

[runekirikjartan]

Oh My Gosh! just read your mad sweeney fanfic, I'm obsessed.

Oh Anon I fuckin love the idea of possessive Mad Sweeney, so so much. I know this might not be what you were after, but I like the idea of sweet possessive Sweeney just the tiniest bit more than Sweeney who fucks like he fights. Didn’t end up being all that smutty but I couldn’t write anymore, my brain just went blank, and I like making pretty much every smut scene I write different.

It’s a normal night at the bar, you start your shift at 5.30, grinning from ear to ear as you hear a familiar Irish drawl in your ear. You turn around as you tie a knot in your apron, titling your head up to meet Sweeney’s gaze. He grins down at you with a twinkle in his eye, holding a coin out with his tongue. You get up on tip toes, grabbing it gently before you thank him. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your forehead before he disappears into the crowd.

You grin to yourself as you make your way behind the bar, smiling at customers, greeting the regulars. The bar gets really busy as the night goes on, Sweeney drops past the bar for a drink every hour or so, checking up on you like the worrisome boy you know he is. You go on serving, taking drinks over to tables when another girl starts the later half the shift, taking over bar duty.

You balance the tray on your forearm, navigating through the crowd, twisting through gaps and muttering polite excuse me’s and sorry’s as you squeeze between people. You stop by a table of four or five men, setting the tray down so you could place the new ones on the table, collecting up the old glasses.

One of them slurs a pick up line at you, clearly getting tipsy. You force a polite smile, lifting the tray full of empty shot and pint glasses, heading back to the bar ignoring the catcalling coming from behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get piss drunk while they were out, although catcallers and assholes were far and few in between shifts. But since it was a Friday night, it seemed like all of them were makin’ an appearance.

You stacked the dirty glasses on the washing rack, reminding yourself to wheel that to the back in an hour or so, so you wouldn’t run out of glasses through the night, before warning the other waitresses to watch for the table. You go back to serving, keeping one eye on the clock, as the minutes of your shift ticked by, the other keeping an eye out for Sweeney to swoop back in for his hourly drink.

Soon enough, his vibrant hair comes back into view, a wink already settling into motion, as he sweeps himself onto a barstool and leans over to peck your cheek as you slide him a pint.

“How’s the night darlin’?” He asks sweetly, still leaning over the bar top. You smile and lean your elbows against the wooden counter.

“Pretty decent, same old Sweeney.” You reassure him, placing a hand on one of his gently. He downs the drink, his head tilted back so you could see the wide expanse of his throat. He winks as he puts the glass back down, giving a content, dramatized sigh before he wanders off once again. You’re used to his wandering behaviour. You go back to your job, the waiting row of customers reminding you that no, this wasn’t the time to flirt with Sweeney, you had a job to do.

As you serve the customers sitting on the bar stool, you catch yourself looking for the other girls on shift, just keeping an eye on them. You feel a hand on your arm, and you tug it away from the grip of a customer. He narrows his eyes at you and grasps your wrist tightly, pulling you over against the counter. He doesn’t speak, and his grip on your wrist is tight and confining. No one moves to help you as you try to pull back, his other hand slaps across your cheek, his eyes sneering down at you condescendingly. You don’t know what you did, but that slap seems to shock the rest of the bar into action. Another guy tries to grip his wrist for him to let go, but is pulled away by someone you assume is the asshole who’s holding onto you’s buddy.

Just when you think maybe he’s bruising you, he’s ripped away, immediately held back by the other bar patrons. Your cheek throbs and you cradle your wrist to your chest closely. The man is snarling and spitting, his cheeks red, veins in his forehead throbbing visibly. You don’t know what’s wrong, but either way, you’re frightened. Sweeney steps between you and the man, he must have been the one who ripped him off of you. He hops the bar, about as graceful as a gazelle until he accidentally knocks a glass off the bar. He pulls you close to him, his hands gently clutching onto your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his eyes scan your face, warm chocolate landing on the reddening skin of your cheek. He gently brushes a hand over it, before he holds your wrist and bends his knees slightly so that he’s closer to your height to look at it.

“I’m fine.. Sweeney I promise. I was just surprised is all.” You say with a small smile to him. He nods, but he doesn’t look happy, he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. When he pulls away, you know the look on his face. You step back and he hops over the bar, lets himself stride over to the man being restrained. You look away, as do the other patrons, it’s a common rule by now. When Sweeney’s pissed, no one stands in his way.

A group of girls offer to escort you to the rest room, they’re regulars, you trust them, so you go with them. They leave you at the door, offer to wait. You say you’ll be fine. You go in to assess the damage in the mirror, your cheek is red, but not too noticably so. Your hand is a different story, you look down at it, frowing at the half ring that surrounds the side of your wrist, already a deep red. It’ll bruise and you know it. The door swings open and you turn to move out of the way, but the figure isn’t another female.

Sweeney stands in the doorway, his knuckles are slightly split, from where they are by his sides, his shirt is rumpled and his hair is slightly eskew on his head. He steps towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hand gently, leaning down to swoop you into a kiss, he grasps you almost worryingly, his hands sliding down to your shoulders, holding you in place as he nips at your bottom lip gently, smiling against the kiss. Your hands loop around his waist, fingers twisting into the fabric. He walks you back until you’re pressed against the sink and wooden counter. He slids between your legs, hips pushing apart your knees, pressing his hands into the flesh under your thighs. His fingers dig into your thighs, they aren’t painful, but they’re hard enough that you can feel him, feel his strength as he practically towers over you even while you’re on the counter top. He traces patterns with his fingers, grinning against your lips, small breathy moans are puffed against your cheek as he tilts his head to trail his lips down your jaw. His mouth nips gently, not even enough to catch the skin, just enough to tease you. He sucks on the underside of your jaw, his beard tickles your throat as he moves lower, trailing butterfly kisses and love bites onto the side of your neck and throat, small and scattered over your skin.

You tilt your head back, leaning it against the wall as he plasters himself against you, hard planes of lithe body against subtle curves. He slides his hands to your waist, running them along the hem and sides of your shirt. He pulls back for a moment, but it’s only to strip off the two layers of button ups he always wears, leaving him in only is tank top and suspenders. The white material clings to the planes of his body, as you run a hand over it, he chuckles, before ducking in to kiss the corner of your mouth gently.

“No one’s gonna hurt ya sweetheart.” His accent is thick, the sweet drawl in his words dripping with syrup and sugar. “You’re mine to protect.’ He promises. His eyes glitter gold in the dim light, you keep eye contact with him. His pupils widen as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him back in, grinning as you pressed your ankles against his lowerback and the slight curve of his ass.

He starts with the buttons of your shirt, bottom first, hands teasing your skin, warm against the cool air of the room. Long, gentle fingers trail across your stomach, carressing your sides, they tease up your chest, thumbing over sensitive skin until he can trail his fingers against your throat and the marks he’s left.

“You’re so beautiful, gorgeous in my eyes, not all te luck in the world should have been able to bring me you.” He smirks at his own sap, grins sweetly and leans in to nip at the your earlobe.

As he preses his lips to yours, you close your eyes, letting a sense of flowing emotion wash over you. Sweeney’s always kept you safe, now that you’re in his arms. You’re the safest you can be.