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gunsli-01 · 2 years ago

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Hi! I got an idea how "mahiru poison theory" can go down that dosent involve her poisoning the food on day 16!

On day 9 we see a recipe for "corspe reviver" right next to Mahiru. Corpse reviver and it has multiple recipes, right next to Mahiru is "corpse reviver 1" but it also has "corpse reviver 2" which actually involves absinthe. Absinthe is deadly in high dosages.

Because of the day 9 entry, talking about how Mahiru's boyfriend nearly drank himself unconscious of Mahiru's first bar date (and possibly first date, but that's not confirmed I think) and inclusion of a written down hangover cure may imply Mahiru's boyfriend had a drinking problem and Mahiru had to remember how to make hangover cures (hence corpse reviver being written down).

Also along with the boyfriend's other bad traits implied throughput the days- distant, insensitive, and also the bad implications of day 12 (not sure if you need a memory refresher on this but Mahiru states she went to his house foe the first time, and mentions that she was so nervous she couldn't eat all day and can't actually remember anything. Not being able to remember anything on her end may be because of a traumatic experience that day).

It would make sense if one day while Mahiru was making an hangover cure for him- she intentionally, or maybe even unconsciously (cause she said her murder was a result of her just being herself after denying the murder was cause of jealousy) added more absinthe than needed and her boyfriend ended up dying of alcohol poisoning.

Maybe even her intention for adding more absinthe than needed was just to try and scare him into not drinking anymore, like giving him a taste of what alcohol poisoning was but he ended up dying anyway.

I'm just rambling now but those are just some thoughts on mahiru poison theory lol

You're fine I don't view it as rambling it's a remarkably interesting point I hadn't considered. Though it's always funny to me to see people that don't think the poison theory is possible because of all the allusions to it spread across Mahiru's voice drama, mv visuals, and song lyrics. So, first with your hangover remedies idea.

Your theory can directly tie into the comment Mahiru makes about Es' memory problems within the voice drama. Three minutes and three seconds into Mahiru's first interrogation her and Es have this exchange.

Before getting back into that though-

TL;DR- This is the second contrast between Shidou and Mahiru. Shidou is a doctor in the technical and legal sense. However, people have conveniently overlooked that holistic doctors exist. It's likely that Mahiru was a practitioner of traditional or holistic medicine. Her door even resembles that of a fancy garden or greenhouse.

"Hey, hey! Is Es your real name? Could it be that you're not Japanese? Don't you have a surname or anything?"

"I- I don't know. It doesn't matter. I'm Es. I don't know anything other than that and I don't need to either."

"What? You mean you have amnesia? Oh, you poor thing. Are you sure you're not curious about it? About yourself, I mean."

"Not a bit. I just tackle the work I have at hand. Sparing myself from any unnecessary information helps me concentrate better."

"Eh, but I'm so curious about you, prison guard. Come on, let's do it! Let's get to know more about you, prison guard."

"Get to know...about me?" [piercing sound]

"Prison guard? What's wrong? Hey...prison guard?"

"Oh...yeah. Uh...I apologize for that."

"Did you zone out just then? This job must be pretty difficult. So, you might be mentally burned out from work. Herbal tea's good for that, you know? Oh! Like Gingko Tea! they say it helps improve brain function."

This is the second contrast between Shidou and Mahiru. Shidou is a doctor in the technical and legal sense. However, people have conveniently overlooked that holistic doctors exist.

"A holistic doctor treats people using a whole-body approach. That means they focus on your body, mind, spirit and emotions when diagnosing and treating you. Holistic doctors use traditional medicine and also consider factors such as your lifestyle, diet, sleep habits and stress level."

Traditional medicine in this sense could mean herbal or plant based remedies. Something that This is How To Be In Love With You highlights by showing and telling us-

It's not uncommon for shops like these to allow employees to take/keep flowers that didn't sell in time. There also happens to be multiple flowers tied to holistic medicine and traditional medicine. Including well known ones like Jasmine, Lavender, Rose. A friend got me a facial for my birthday and the technician used orange water stating how it benefits the skin as she did.

This makes it likely that Mahiru was a practitioner of traditional or holistic medicine in some way. Especially if she can recall the benefits of Gingko Tea from memory in casual conversation. That showcases a level of comfort with the topic as though it's something she looks out for in her everyday life.

Which would definitely make her crime just being herself or doing what she usually does. However, that doesn't necessarily excuse it. If she knew what she was doing was lethal or not should be interrogated before coming to a conclusion on her. Especially since she isn't ignorant to these things and makes active choices to immerse herself more deeply in them.

Her, using homemade remedies to cure his hangovers is possible. However, the timing portrayed in her mv fails to properly support this idea. Now admittedly the timing could be warped and out of order leaving room for this to be possible. However, Mahiru wakes up and sees something that upsets her that us the viewers cannot see.

This is similar to Futa sitting in his room and looking over his phone at the end of Bring It On. Most, including myself, have assumed these to be their responses to news about or the incident in question. If Mahiru woke up to him dead and taking into consideration hangover remedies tend to be used the morning after drinking she wouldn't have had time to make him one before the incident.

Now she could've gotten up early with that in mind and made him one in a bit of a morning haze knowing his drinking habits then went back to sleep. However, that is the most generous and benefit of the doubt giving interpretation of events. Yet, it is very much still possible.

She cooked him a lot of food and if he'd just gotten back from work he could have had drinks alongside it a bit of one man party as Mahiru went to bed knowing she'd have to make something to stave off his hangover early the next morning. This line in her first mv might not even be referring to a clingy nature but a doting one similar to how Shidou is with Amane-

"Giving you love to the point of pulling you down. It’s just because I still get worried, please forgive me."

She could have been a mothering type of girlfriend one who goes "Have you been eating enough? You've been working a lot don't you think it may be time for a break." Something we see a lot during her first interrogation with Es.

This line could be referring to her tendency to worry and dote on her significant others to the point it comes off as babying and infantilizing. But- she doesn't mean any harm by it- It's just love- she just gets a bit worried, and she wants the people she loves to be healthy and happy... She's sorry if she overstepped any. It's difficult for someone to be genuinely mad at that sort of behavior when with someone.

In fact, when I showed my nephew who is married Mahiru's song giving him the knowledge she was voted guilty beforehand he viewed it and was like, "Guilty she was just being a good girlfriend Gigi look at how much food she cooked him! Guilty why what did she do tell me what they think she did?! All she been doing is being nice-you can't be nice now?" showed him Mahiru trial two and he was like "Damn she got fucked up bullshit she didn't deserve this god damn."

Even the line after that one isn't as bad as it was made out to be.

"Even when I test you, even the times we do the breakup ritual Is because I love you."

It's very common for people in unbalanced relationships to break up repeatedly. Especially if one partner is taking on a caretaker sort of role and they feel their actions are underappreciated and the other partner is getting rightfully annoyed at being treated like a baby. A breakup doesn't mean the relationship is inherently unhealthy or toxic. It doesn't even mean it's over for good.

At times it means that a miscommunication has happened that can't be resolved through further communication at this time. Breaking up or taking a break is a good way to take a step outside of and away from the relationship to reflect on one's feelings towards it. A lot of people in long standing adult relationships have broken up twice or more along the way.

Most relationships in life will at one point or another benefit from one or more partners having the tenacity to realize they need to come back be present and hear out their partner even at times they feel they aren't being understood. This mindset isn't even limited to romantic relationships.

If two or more people can't do that then that's when any relationship ends. It isn't good to keep relying on breaking up to work past communication hurdles and it can become manipulative after a point. However, it is something that happens and doesn't immediately lean towards an abusive framing.

However, all of the information we have on Mahiru, and her relationship lead me to believe that it was not an equal partnership. That while her boyfriend and her weren't bad for each other their communication styles stunted and ultimately hindered their progression and ability to foster the open communication necessary to have a long-lasting healthy relationship.

Though at this point I might be rambling- Thanks for asking! I don't remember if I ever had the opportunity to highlight that both Mahiru and Shidou could be medical practitioners just in different ways. I've said a lot about Mahiru's relationship but not her sadly. She really is interesting and incredibly knowledgeable about things that interest her. I bet she'd have great romance book recommendations. I hope we get to see more about her outside of her relationship in her second mv.

Though we probably won't. Oh! Mahiru's ties to traditional medicine may tie into why Amane threatened her but not Futa. If Amane had seen Mahiru using herbal remedies to an extent before getting the wheelchair she'd have more reason to be hostile about it. Amane may have viewed the wheelchair as more of a problem since it can be construed as Mahiru progressing in medical practices. Moving from traditional to technical.

#milgram #mahiru shiina

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elisethetraveller · 2 years ago

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Unsurprisingly, Renata's words were entirely accurate. The adaptability of Zaun and its people was impressive, and it was a trait she was thankful for when it came to teaching her new mages. While there were conflicts over allegiances, petty grievances or where they should move next, no one questioned the base decisions necessary for their continued survival. As soon as a decision was made and agreed upon, that was how things were, simply because dwelling on issues for too long or digging one's heels in could prove dangerous.

Elise still had problems with how much weight her voice carried in discussions, but it was to be expected. She could understand the issues with wanting to disagree with a person who was not only many times your senior but who, a couple of days a week, spent their time teaching you. A lot of her students seemed to expect her to already know the solution to any problems they faced as a group. However, some older members were starting to get comfortable standing their ground during disagreements, and even if it could be annoying when the mage felt she was right, Elise was also glad for it. Many of them had a far better understanding of the undercity than she could ever dream of getting, not to mention that several minds would always be better than one.

"Was the seafood as good then? Or better?" She could imagine cleaner waters would yield better fish. "I must admit I am not entirely sure how large Noxus is, though the word empire does imply that it is sizable." Elise had seen maps of the world, but with no desire to move beyond Zaun unless forced to, she had not cared to commit anything to memory. Perhaps it would be wise to acquire a map? If nothing else, then to add to her notes and journal. "Meritocracies have their benefits, though they rarely mean fewer people for me to help." Which was ultimately a big part of how Elise measured societies. A meritocracy was still better than the oppression Zaun faced, and one could say Zaun itself was a meritocracy, but there was no denying that a society based on the strong often left the weak behind.

"You don't have to tell me twice." The mage admitted with a mournful smile. "But it is important that we stay out of the enforcers' sight, not to mention all the chem-barons who have suddenly decided they want to become our best friends." It was a precarious balance, with all the budding powers wanting to monopolize the magic for themselves. "However, it is good practice. A mage needs to be able to move around and adapt to a hostile environment." Of course, for her training, that had meant long hikes and sleeping in mountains and forests, but for the new mages, this kind of survival was what they needed to learn.

Picking her glass from the table with a gracious nod, she smelled it before taking a curious sip. It wasn't so much because Elise expected it to be bad, poisoned, or something along those lines, but instead, she wanted to get a sense of it. Wine, and most other alcohols, were not something she indulged in often, as it was expensive and took more than a store's worth to get her properly drunk. However, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the taste.

"You are right; it is spicier than the wine you find here." It would make for excellent mulled wine. Tilting her head, Elise considered the proposal. Honestly, she was tired of the political games. It had never been an aspiration of her's to be a leader. However, Renata was also correct. There was this peculiar space between them now. "I don't think so, unfortunately." Sighing, she ran a hand through her white hair. There was a sizable pause before she spoke again. "However, that doesn't mean I won't answer your question. As I said, we have been dealing with enforcers trying to round us up and…well, I am honestly not sure what their plan is if they catch us. A place like Stillwater wasn't exactly designed to hold mages." There had already been cases of one or two of the younger mages being caught by the enforcers, but it hardly took any effort to break them out.

“That sounds like Zaun. We’ve always been good at making the best out of a bad situation, or chaos. There might be struggles between groups, and what not however in the end Zaun continues.” If it’d been a perfect stranger, or someone she knew less well Renata might have been bothered by Elise glancing at the maps. As it was however she let it be. Best case scenario Elise and her would be able to come to some sort of arrangement she hoped, but worst case Renata assumed would be a vague kind of neutrality. It wasn’t as though Renata had any intentions of making an enemy of someone that could be a friend much less the mages she had taught after all.

The question about Noxus got a little nod. “By and large yes. There are areas of it that stretch up into the Freljord that are cold, but I went to a coastal city. Perhaps a bit predictable as Zaun, and Piltover are by the sea but I didn’t want to have to accustom myself to an entirely new diet. Going to a place with some type of sea food seemed best. It was an interesting place. I fully understand why people wouldn’t want to be conquered by Noxus, and I won’t claim their empire is “the best” place or anything however I do respect their desire for people to be strong and their professed ideals considering a meritocratic society. It was… Nice in a way. Seeing a place where if you strive hard enough be it with fighting, or magic, or even crafting or trade or anything almost you can become respected. Not like here were push come to shove a Zaunite is always from Zaun, and a Piltie is always from Piltover.”

As she spoke she got a container of wine, and glanced to Elise. “Really? You all move around that much? You need a more permanent spot to settle. Something stable. As for Noxian wine I like it. Stronger than what Piltover enjoys, and it has a bit of warmth to it. Some of their wines actually have a bit of spice to them. A bit of a kick. This one doesn’t, but I have one that does.”

Down the hallway Elise had glanced was nothing particularly interesting. Nothing had been placed on the walls, and a large door at the very end no doubt led to Renata’s bedroom. A door was left open that looked like a broom closet, and to be fair had a few cleaning supplies as well as a broom tucked inside however on the upper shelves if one looked high enough there was also a small collection of short swords and pistols. A couple of other doors were half open at most leading into a den type area, or another extra bedroom. Without going down the hallway to examine things more thoroughly however it was hard to say exactly what the other doors led into, or how the rooms were set up.

Pouring a glass of wine for both of them Renata settled down in a large comfortable chair that had likely been custom made for her setting the glasses, and the bottle onto the coffee table. Offering a friendly smile she let out a soft chuckle. “Is there any way to ask for more details about all these things you’ve been trying to keep up with, and not sound like just another prospective chem-baroness pushing for information?” It was partially a joke, but also partially not as she didn’t actually want to shift things from a friendly reunion to a business meeting. At least not yet. However Renata was also well aware that there was only so much time to get properly established in Zaun, and so she wouldn’t be able to blame Elise if the other woman took things in a way not quite intended. Besides she would absolutely use the information Elise offered regardless just out of instinct even if not against Elise herself. It was a bit of an awkward situation in a certain light, but she was trying.

#ic #independentzaun

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Can you write some Dream with a Filipino! Reader please???

Beer

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Summary: You want to get drunk because he's gone. Oh, and Corinthian is so going to take advantage of that.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Filipino!Reader, gender neutral!reader, I use filipino, mentions of heavy drinking/drunkennes, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: Hey nonnie, tbfh, being filipino played no part in this fic besides the fact she speaks some filipino and sings a filipino song, which is why i added in the warnings instead of the pairing lol ANYWAY, this can kinD OF DOUBLE AS A p2 for Thorn At My Side, although it kind of doesn't really mention much about what happens in that fic and is mostly centered on my fav nightmare But whatever I am tagging everyone who commented on that @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 Please listen to Beer by Itchyworms, because that's what reader is busting out a lung to here's then english translation if you're curious Part 3 ig "Not Enough"

Corinthian snorted as he watched from his personal corner of the bar. He was deeply impressed by how drunk, yet on key the singer was as each song progressed. This, he notes, would be the 3rd drunken and broken hearted song confession of the night.

When it ends, the crowd cheers but the performer does not care.

Corinthian smirks to himself, taking a sip of his drink. If heartbreak was the recipe for a star performer, then more people should try getting their heart ripped out.

The intro of the next song started to play.

The guitar riff to the familiar tune made my heart clench. Much like the song, I took a swig of beer-- whoever's it was didn't seem to mind. It tasted horrible. I never liked beer. But the burn down my throat was exhilarating. It was well welcomed with all this sorrow in my chest.

I mistakenly use my bottle as a mic when I sing the first lyric.

Someone in the crowd telling me this was made me realize it.

"Dahil wala ka na," I sang the next line.

Because you're gone.

I smack myself with the beer bottle when I begin to think of Dream.

Fuck that.

Corinthian licked his lips, grabbing his glass as he made his way closer to the performance. He pushes his shades up and places a hand in his pocket as the music from the speakers grew louder with every step he took.

He surveyed the room. Corinthian thought of how much of a waste it was for the crowd to be as receptive and appreciative of the performance, though they had no idea what the words meant, when the singer was too intoxicated to even be able to tell.

Corinthian listens to how the lyric about returned gumamelas was sung, how beer was dumped down on it like a sad throat, and how, much like your feelings, the flower was still very much alive after it all.

It was so pathetic it was funny.

Corinthian downs the last of his own drink as the chorus started.

Nah, this was definitely the limit. Aint no way anyone that hammered is making it past the chorus.

He rolled his shoulders, readying for the inevitable, as he enjoyed the severely vulnerable words of the song. The nightmare in him thrived in the pain. It pays to be language omniscient. At least he could thank Dream for that one thing.

Corinthian was nearly a second too late when it happened.

I blink rapidly, my lightheadedness distracted by the gasp of the crowd. It was pretty weird that my head wasn't hurt by the impact of me falling after tripping on a mic chord.

"Steady there, doll face."

I look at the smirking blonde before me, swearing I knew him, even though I didn't.

"Aw, it's Corinthian, babe. I can't believe you'd forget your favorite nightmare," he says, getting me onto my feet, "alcoholism doesn't suit you very well."

He leads me off, placing the mic on the stand. The crowd stirs. I turn over to the TV still flashing the lyrics of my song, "hindi pa tapos."

Not yet done? Corinthian pulls me close to him, brow quirking, "I'm pretty sure you're past done, doll."

I turn to him when I crash onto his firm chest. I barely see my reflection on his thick glasses. I realize he was holding a cup of water in his hand when he brings it up to my lips.

I take the glass from him and drink it.

"Honestly, I should just kill you."

I choke on my water. I feel it come out of my nose.

Corinthian chuckles dryly, shaking his head, "wouldn't you like that? Your Dream Daddy broke your heart. Don't you wanna break his?" The sound of my coughing makes Corinthian think he might not have to do anything for the moron to die.

He grabs the cup from my hand, sets it on a random surface, and leads me out of the bar as I continue racketing my lungs.

"Geez," he pats my back, "you secretly have TB or something?"

I shrug him off as we walk down the pavement. He watches me as I look at him, "you know my dad?"

"What?"

"Sabi mo 'dream daddy', eh hindi-"

This bitch really talking about a dad?

Corinthian mutes out the next words, turning his attentions to the street. He pulls me to the left so that I don't step on a smallish pothole I don't even see.

He peers down to his side, finding the rant 10x more annoying since it was being spoken in a language the idiot was clearly very comfortable with.

"Shut up," Corinthian snips.

I turn up to him, furrowing my brows, "are you my boyfriend?"

Corinthian snorts, ripping me back by my top when I continue walking, though it was a red light. I choke on my collar as I wind up falling back into his chest.

"That depends on how pissed off dad would be if I were."

"It's none of my dad's business who I date."

Corinthian hums, "but it is my dad's."

"You have a strict dad?"

Corinthian snorts, lips curving into a lopsided smile, "oh, you have no idea."

We begin to walk again, and Corinthian turns up to his right when he catches sight of a fluttering black bird. He pulls me closer to him, throwing his arm around my shoulder. He dives his hand to his pocket and takes a stick of gum, popping it into his mouth. He chews it, enjoying the mint for a moment.

"Good news, babe," he starts, "I'm your boyfriend now."

My face contorts, "what?"

"Nightmare."

I am abruptly pulled into a stop. I topple against Corinthian.

"Daddy dearest," said nightmare states, hand gripping one of my shoulder's firmly, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

I look at the man he was addressing, the dark hair and blue eyes make my stomach churn, but I push it away as I look up to the grinning man I was next to. I wrap my arm around his torso, as not to be left in such an awkward position. He turns to me, licking his lips.

"Your dad isn't blonde?" I mutter.

Corinthian laughs, "no he is not. It's kinda funny you don't remember."

"Enough."

Corinthian turns to his maker. He watches as Dream's face tenses, "unhand your captive this instant."

"There's no captive here, pops," he tilts his head, turning to me, "tell 'im. Aren't I your boyfriend, dearest?"

"Uhm," I think, then turn to Corinthian's dad, "yes, sir."

Corinthian holds back a laugh. He wills his face into neutrality. It takes everything in him not to flat out yak at Dream's furious look. Still, he exercises his self-control well.

"You heard it yourself."

"Except," Dream steps forward. A bunch of passersby gives us all weird looks. "You clearly got alcohol-"

"I didn't get alcohol anywhere."

"Oh? Then why does it reek-"

"You know why," Corinthian blurts, "a consequence of trying to forget you, Dream."

"Dream?" I perk up at the sound, turning from Corinthian then otherwise. When I catch his face, when I realize who the man with the dark hair and blue eyes before me was, I hide myself in Corinthian's chest. My heartbeat begins to exhilerate.

Corinthian finds himself acting out of instinct. He pulls me close to him, "don't worry, baby, I got you."

Dream fumes.

"Besides, he can't banish you in your own neighborhood," he smirks to Dream, "now can he?"

"Corinthian," Dream utters with a conviction that shakes the nightmare to his core. It makes him tense. It makes his stomach drop.

However, the spreading feel of wetness on his shirt snaps him out of it.

"Yeah," Cori says, "bye."

I grip on him tightly as we begin to walk away. A chill runs down my spine when he pass Dream. Corinthian experiences the same thing.

We make it down the block in relative silence, relative because beyond the sound of cars, there was a soft voice in my mind calling out to me.

Corinthian silences his own by speaking up, "you wanna have some sinigang? There's a Filipino restaurant just across the street."

I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, as I nod against him.

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ohthatstragic · 2 years ago

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Confessions - p.m

a/n: this will be my first request after my break, so i apologise if it's not up to par, i'm just going through a tough time rn rip, but things will get better. i hope i executed this right, anon! forgive me it not ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, angst, alcohol, swearing

wc: 4,576

the request: 'Would you write one in which she has a huge crush on Maverick for so long but she never had the guts to say anything, she doesn't even flirts with him because she's very shy and all, until one day they are at hard deck & she gets drunk & a little sad so she confesses her feelings to him?'

You had a habit of developing feelings for people you could never have. Every time you got close to someone, you couldn't help but fall for them at some point - it was like some curse that a higher being had hexed you with. You never dared to tell them how you truly felt, for the fear of not having love returned. The one time you did cross that line, it changed everything and left a huge scar on your heart. So, now you choose to keep these unwelcome feelings to yourself, hopelessly guarding the sleeve that you wore your heart on.

Sitting quietly across the bar beside Bob, your Y/E/C eyes were glued to Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell who was currently stood chatting with Rooster, the corners of his eyes creasing as he threw his head back in a hearty laugh at something Rooster said. It was never intentional when you fell for someone, especially Maverick. You were well aware of the fact that there was a significant age gap between you and the decorated captain, and that was another reason as to why you would never tell him. He'd never look at you in that way, in your mind he probably saw you as a daughter.

Maverick's familiar and heart-warming laugh echoed out as you continued to watch the pair, your eyes darting to his hand as he clutched his stomach, laughing. Rooster sported an amused open-mouthed grin on his face and you felt your eyes fall to the ground for a split second, your stomach suddenly twisting in what felt like envy.

The sharp sound of Bob's jaw crunching down on some peanuts pulled you out of your daze and you looked at him, slightly peeved. You and Bob got along like a house on fire, considering both of you were shy, quiet people. "Every time I see you, you're crunching down on some nuts, be it pistachios or peanuts, Bob." You laughed, leaning back into your seat and letting yourself slide down a little with your hands in your lap. There was an empty booth just to the right of the pool table, so of course, being the introvert you are, you chose to sit there for the night. Bob smiled widely at your comment, his goofy face making you hum in amusement.

"My mom used to eat them all the time," He smiled at you before bringing a hand up to brush some crumbs off of his uniform. "That's probably where I got the taste for them." Bob added with a soft chuckle, glancing away from you for a moment. You copied him, your eyes running back to find Maverick. This time he wasn't stood with Rooster, he was chatting to Penny at the bar. You felt your heart sink as you watched the two of them share smiles and laughter, and finally hearing it break when you saw Penny place her hand atop of Maverick's. Bob looked back at you, his curious eyes widening when he saw your heart-broken face. "Hey, you okay?" He quietly asked, his fingertips softly brushing against your forearm to catch your attention.

Your gaze darted to Bob, and you quickly sat up in your seat, throwing a reassuring fake smile onto your lips to settle the RIO's nerves. "Yeah, yeah," You chuckled awkwardly, glancing between the table in front of you as you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'm good, I just zoned out, I think." You nodded slowly, smacking your lips. Bob wasn't too convinced, but he let the weird moment slide, not really wanting to push you any further. He knew he wasn't good at comforting people when they were upset - let alone when they cried. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink." You announced with a huff, quickly standing up as you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the lump that was slowly building at the back of it.

"O-okay." Bob said, evidently taken aback at your sudden statement. "I'll be with Phoenix." He added, throwing you a supportive smile, despite your obvious malaise. You nodded at him with another fake smile, not trusting your trembling voice to reply verbally. The two of you stood up from your seats and parted ways, your feet taking you to the bar. You chastised yourself for falling for yet another person that you definitely could not have. How could you be so reckless again?

As you reached the bar, your hand reached out to land on the wooden edge, your knuckles whitening as you gripped it. You didn't have the confidence or courage to look to your right to glance at Penny and Maverick. You knew it would hurt too much. So you kept your eyes locked ahead as a new bartender walked towards you with a happy smile. "What can I getcha?" He beamed, leaning against the side of the bar with his hip.

"Double coke and vodka, and two shots please. Strongest shit you have, it doesn't matter." A small smile reached your lips as you looked up at the young man who was serving you. He was tall but well-built, a messy mop of light brown hair sitting atop his head and some thick stubble coating his jaw and cheeks. Couldn't be older than twenty-two.

"Rough night?" He awkwardly joked, hoping you'd see it like that and not him trying to push your buttons. Relief washed over him as he watched an amused grin spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, you could say that." You replied, sighing, fighting the urge to think about the man a few feet to the side of you. "It's not a night to be remembered, you know what I mean?" You laughed dryly and stupidly cast your gaze to the right, spotting Maverick and Penny with big grins on their faces. Fighting the scoff that threatened to leave your throat, you looked back to the bartender, your tired eyes following the clear liquid as it spilled from the glass bottle that was enveloped delicately by his slender fingers and into your glass of coke.

"Been there, done that, sweetie." He smiled back at you as he finished pouring your shots, sliding them towards you with his fingers, a soft sigh leaving his chest.

"Thanks." You said and quickly threw the two shots back with a grimace as the amber liquor burned down your throat. "Shit, what the hell was that?" You choked out through a cough, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you fought to regain control of your lungs. The bartender let out an amused chuckle as he watched you, his hands reaching out to collect your empty shot glasses.

"That was three wise men," He answered with a smirk, making you frown at him. "Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels and Jim Beam in one. Well, two, in your case." The bartender couldn't help the snort that escaped him and you groaned. God, you were definitely gonna feel the effects of that sooner than later.

"Well, I can say for sure that I'm not gonna remember tonight, so thank you." You joked, laughing.

"That's what I'm here for." He said with a kind smile. "I'm Alex by the way." Alex smiled at you, folding his arms against his chest.

"Y/N. Have a good night, Alex, I'm sure I'll be back later on." You said with a dry chuckle. Pursing your lips, you gave him a small smile before you wrapped your fingers around the cold, wet glass of vodka and coke in front of you, walking off in the direction of the squad who were currently creating a ruckus by the pool table.

"It's about time you joined us, Y/C/S," Phoenix grinned, leaning up from the pool table as the loud clack of pool balls echoed from her shot. "Where've you been?" She pried, narrowing her eyes at your blank face.

"Getting drunk." You answered simply, holding back a pitiful laugh. Phoenix eyed you suspiciously, her eyes quickly darting to the new bartender. You quickly put the pieces together and read her mind. "No! No, no, I was not chatting up the new bartender." You affirmed with a laugh, taking a big swig of your drink. Phoenix watched you, her eyes widening and brows twitching upwards in surprise at your unusual behaviour.

"Drunk? You never get drunk, Y/N." She said quietly, glancing between the tight grip you had on your glass and your tired eyes. You let out a small groan and glanced at Hangman and Coyote who were staring at the two of you from the pool table, curious about the conversation you were having with Phoenix. "You good?" She chuckled, a hint of concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't want to remember tonight." You stated with a careless shrug, taking another long sip of your drink. The room started to look a little different - you were sure it was because of the alcohol. Phoenix stared at you, but she didn't dare tell you off, she knew that you could handle yourself and you never made mistakes. Well...

"Alright, we're here if you need us, you know you can always come to me if you need a talk, Y/N/N." Phoenix added, raising her hand to place it on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. A lazy smile worked it's way onto your face as you stared up at your friend, your teeth poking out from underneath your lips as it grew into a grin.

"I know, thanks Phoenix, now let's get fucked up." You giggled, your body feeling hot from the alcohol. An amused open-mouthed grin slipped onto Phoenix's face as she slung an arm around your shoulders, walking with you toward a confused Hangman and Coyote.

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There were a few more drinks in you when a familiar voice perked up behind you.

"Hey, I haven't seen you at all tonight, Y/C/S," Maverick said from behind you with a concerned smile on his face. Admittedly, you had been avoiding him - mainly because it hurt you too much. You didn't want to keep seeing the image of him and Penny together in your mind every time you looked at him. "Are you avoiding me?" He joked, a toothy grin spreading across his cheeks. Being drunk, you interpreted his joke as a serious question.

"What- No!" You replied a little too quickly, earning a confused frown from the older pilot. Your heart started to hammer against your ribcage and you nibbled on your bottom lip - a nervous habit you developed when you were a small child. "No, I've just err, been with Phoenix and Bob most of the night." You quietly said, trying to control your lips so you didn't slur your words. Although, that was a lost cause.

"Are you drunk, sweetheart?" Maverick asked teasingly. He noticed the weird twang in your voice and his brows knitted together, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. You held back the groan that threatened to slip out, the use of the pet name making you go weak in the knees.

"Err, no..." You slurred, shaking your head vigorously, the strands of your hair dangling over your eyes. "Maybe.." You added quietly, looking away from the captain with an awkward, guilty look on your face. A lopsided smile picked at the corner of his mouth as he stared at you.

"Never thought I'd see the day." Maverick joked, raising the bottle of beer to his lips to take a sip. "What's the occasion?" He asked, swallowing the rest of his beer with a hiss.

"Just a bad night." You shrugged as an awkward laugh or hiccup escaped you. Maverick looked at you with a frown; concern painting his features. "It's nothing, really. I'd rather not get into it." You assured the captain, your heart twisting in your chest as a sea of sorrow took hold. Maverick didn't say anything, he only nodded slowly, his eyes still attached to you. He wasn't one to push someone about their problems, he had his own and he would rather them be willing to talk about it.

"I'm gonna go find Phoenix, we agreed to be toilet buddies tonight." You said, quickly standing up like you were desperate to rid yourself of this situation. Deep down, you were. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to handle this tonight. Maverick gave you another silent nod, pursing his lips as he smiled at you. Internally, you groaned - you've definitely ruined that, then.

With a quiet 'okay', you walked from Maverick with a shaky breath, eyes shooting up to search for Phoenix's figure. Throwing your hazy gaze around the bar, you found her stood at the bar with Rooster, his classic Hawaiian shirt hanging loosely on his body. Phoenix caught sight of you and poked her head above Rooster's tall shoulder, a bright smile reaching her lips.

You forced a smile onto your face as you looked back at her. "Hey!" Rooster noticed Phoenix's change in attention and he twisted his body around to where she was looking, his big, brown eyes falling onto your smaller body. A grin quickly spread across his cheeks, shining white teeth poking out.

"Y/C/S," Rooster chuckled, the corners of his eyes creasing out of happiness. "How-"

"Down for some shots? They're on me." You quickly said, avoiding his question. Quite obviously, you were not well equipped to answer that question - you were just about holding onto your tears and sobs with a thinning string. Rooster bit down on his bottom lip with a frown, glancing at his squad-mate, Phoenix. She stared at him and shook her head, silently telling him to go along with it.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure, Y/N." Rooster swallowed, feigning a happy smile. Deep down he was itching to know what had gotten into you - after all you were like his little sister, the two of you shared a lot of common interests. However, he would never dare to press you for information. The pilot knew how it felt. "What're you getting?"

"A mix of whiskies." You replied nonchalantly like it was the normal thing you'd order. "Alex said it's called Three Blind Men, or something like that." A frustrated sigh made your chest heave, and Rooster knew right then that something was definitely bothering you. As if Phoenix was psychic, she placed a firm hand on Rooster's arm to halt him from going any further. His head whipped around to face her as his wide eyes dipped into Phoenix's cautious brown ones, distress and concern evident on his worn features. In the background, he could hear you ordering for the three of you.

Reluctantly, Rooster clenched his jaw as he stepped back, staring at the carpeted floor. "It's for the best, Bradshaw." Phoenix muttered to him, making his worried brown eyes flick up to meet hers. He acknowledged Phoenix's words with a gentle nod, the helpless look on his face switching to a grin as you turned around, your hands adorned with shot glasses spilling over with alcohol.

"Let me know what you think of this." You grinned despite the harrowing empty feeling growing inside you. Rooster and Phoenix hesitantly accepted the shots, watching you throw back two- three in a row. Their mouths hung agape at your abnormal behaviour. "The burn really hits you at the end." You giggled, hissing through your teeth. Phoenix and Rooster cheers'd each other and repeated your previous action, swallowing the amber liquid with a cough.

"Jesus," Phoenix choked out, setting the glass down with a heavy thud. Rooster was coughing in an attempt to compose himself as he recovered from the heavy alcohol. "Have you been drinking this all night?!" She exclaimed, brows shooting up in shock like a bullet.

Your body suddenly felt wavy, and a wave of heat rushed over you. "Yep." You proudly hiccupped, a sloppy smile spreading across your face as you stared between the two pilots. Being drunk, you didn't notice their very concerned expressions, and mistook them for happy ones, so you threw two thumbs up in the air with an open-mouthed grin, wobbling on your feet.

"Hey, why don't we go sit down?" Rooster suggested, quickly walking over to grab you by the arms to lead you to the closest table. Phoenix swiftly followed. You grumbled at Rooster, your fingers flying to fumble against his strong grip on your arms.

"No, I don't wanna sit," You groaned and your lips pouted as you stared up at your friends, thudding down onto the booth's seat. "Rooster play Balls of Fire!" You suddenly exclaimed as you caught sight of the piano, your eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. Phoenix had to bite back her laugh as she looked at your child-like expression - your eyes had widened like a fruit bat and your mouth was open in a joyful grin, your cheeks pinkening from either the excitement that was suddenly jolting through your body, or the alcohol you'd just consumed. She decided it was a mixture of the two.

"Rooster will play later on, Y/N, won't you?" Phoenix smiled, brushing a hand over your head in an attempt to soothe you. Rooster threw a confused look at his friend, but he quickly nodded in agreement, matching her happy tone.

"Yeah, and you can help me, don't worry, Y/N." He grinned down at you, despite the painful worry that was seeping into his chest. The man was worried about you - what the hell was making you drink so heavily? He knew you'd tell him when you were ready, but this was a little concerning.

As you stared up at your two squad-mates, your ears began to buzz and you felt your vision blurring as you zoned out, your mind soon painting a picture of the reason why you were acting so recklessly. The familiar mop of dark, brown hair sat atop tanned skinned appeared in your mind; the silhouette of a green aviator jacket suddenly materialising. Soon enough, Maverick had overtaken your brain.

"Y/N!" Rooster's stern voice ripped you from your daydream daze, your eyes twitching as you were brought back to the reality you'd began to hate. "You good?" He asked, his hand firmly grasping your shoulder. The happy grin that once claimed your face had melted away, and a subtle frown replaced it. Your eyes fell to the table as you thought back to the moment you saw Maverick and Penny hold hands at the bar.

"Yeah, yeah," You blinked, quickly throwing a convincing smile Rooster's way. "Can I be alone for a bit? I don't feel so good." You admitted, letting your head rest lazily against your hand. A groan left your throat as Rooster sighed - a sign of defeat.

"Sure, Y/N." He replied quietly, reluctantly walking away as he gave you one last look, the worried look on his face never leaving. Phoenix followed him and placed a supportive hand on his back, throwing you a sympathetic smile.

"Christ," You let your head fall onto the table with a gentle thud, the pain numbed by the amount of alcohol running through your system. "Can this get any worse?" You mumbled to yourself as you slowly raised your head, squinting your eyes at an approaching, blurry figure. A familiar one, at that...

"May I?" The voice asked as you closed your eyes, drunkenly humming in reply to it. A chuckle reached your ears and your body flinched at it, suddenly realising who the hell had come to see you.

"Mav...?" You quietly asked, praying to the heavens above that it wasn't.

"Yeah?" He answered. You felt your heart drop and your stomach knot together.

"Hi, Mav." You sat up, feeling slightly uneasy. Running a hand through your dishevelled hair, you swallowed thickly before meeting his amused eyes. Internally you cringed, you were mortified to have him see you like this - this was not the plan at all. "So, how are you and Penny?" You blurted out, a hint of jealousy sprinkled in your voice. Maverick's brow cocked up in curiosity.

"Me and Penny?" He repeated, obviously confused.

"Yeaaah," You slurred, clumsily staring at him. "I saw you and her hold hands earlier, aren't you a thing?" You stated with a huff, clearly effected by it. The captain frowned at your confrontational behaviour, wholly confused as to why you seemed so effected by what you had seen. To him, it was a friendly gesture - there were no romantic intentions behind it.

"I think you have it wrong, Y/N." Maverick smiled, trying to defuse the growing tense situation.

"No, I'm never wrong, especially with things.. like this.." You shrugged, tearing your gaze from his to have it land on the table you shared. "The two of you have history anyway, so it'd make sense, you know? You're pretty much perfect for each other, I don't know why you haven't made a move yet, Mav, you must be blind or something." You laughed as you rambled on, never once looking up at the man in front of you. It would hurt too much, and you definitely knew you wouldn't be able to handle the immense emotion that'd overcome you.

"Y/N, what's gotten into you?" Maverick asked quietly, his voice laced with worry.

"Nothing, it's nothing," You wrinkled your nose up as you felt a lump begin to form in the back of your throat. Swallowing, you picked up all the courage you could to look at Maverick. Boy, did you regret that. Almost instantly you felt your eyes burn with tears, and you rushed to bite down on your lip in a feeble attempt to stop them.

Maverick quickly noticed your brimming eyes and he sat forward, his once happy eyes softening into an obvious show of worry. "You can tell me anything, what's wrong, Y/N?" He softly said, a kind smile falling onto his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut as you looked down at the table, your heart bursting at the seams.

"No, I can't tell you this." You choked out, inhaling a sharp breath through your teeth as the tears - along with the alcohol - blurred your vision. "It's complicated." You added with a quiet sob.

"Y/N," Maverick gently said, making your stomach do flips. "Let me help, what is it?" The captain blinked at you, his eyes gazing into your own with a soft look on his face.

You went silent for a while, and inside of you, you were calculating all the possible outcomes if you told Maverick how you truly felt about him - how it tortured you to look at him and Penny like that. You would never wish that pain on anyone, even your worst enemy. That broke you. If you told him how you felt, it would change things forever, and you weren't sure if you could go through that immense pain again, you already knew how it would go. Then again, what were the chances if he felt the same way about you? Slim, probably. The tiny voice inside you was willing you to tell him, to just rip the band-aid off and do it. It would hurt less if you told Maverick - if he didn't feel the same way, fine. You could move on. But if he did...?

"Mav, the next thing I tell you..." You mumbled, voice slurring as you were unsure of how to navigate such a thing. "It's going to change everything bet-ween us." You said with a deep inhale, your vision going slightly blurry as you blinked. You didn't give him a chance to reply as you blurted out the thing you'd been keeping to yourself for so goddamn long. "I, err, I've fallen for you, Maverick, and I understand if you don't... feel the same..." You hiccupped, eyes rolling as you sat back in your seat, feeling the room begin to spin. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the anxiety bubbling in you currently.

Maverick was silent as he stared at you, slowly making sense of what you had just said. You had feelings for him? Unsure of what to do, Maverick chuckled awkwardly, his hand coming up to scratch at his jawline. "I think that's the alcohol talking, sweetheart." He said with a soft smile, trying to work out whether you were just drunk, or actually being serious.

"No, no it's not-" You shook your head vigorously at him, still not making eye contact with him as your cheeks were wet with tears. "It's true, I promise, I- it's true. I know how crazy it must sound to you." Maverick was staring at you with a small smile present on his lips. All this time, he was blind to what he truly wanted. You. As soon as he'd walked into the first briefing, you'd caught his eye. Maverick knew the age gap between you two was quite... significant in so many words. So, he never sought to act on his feelings, let alone tell you.

"No, actually it doesn't sound too crazy." Maverick replied slowly, tapping his nail on the beer bottle in his hand. You looked up at him with your glossy, reddened eyes as they widened with shock at what he had just said.

"You.. what?" You breathed out, feeling the like the room was closing in on you.

"I feel the same way, Y/N." Maverick couldn't help the signature toothy smile that slipped onto his lips as he stared at you. Despite your clearly dishevelled look, he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful, your beauty really did radiate from within, too. Everything about you was perfect to him. Everything.

"Are... are you sure?" You muttered, utterly shell-shocked at Maverick's reply. Where was the 'I'm sorry, Y/N, I don't feel the same' or the 'I think we're better off as friends'? This was not what you were bracing yourself for, and your surprised eyes showed that.

"Yes," Maverick laughed quietly at your response. He found amusement in your surprise as he watched you slowly sway from side to side in your seat, obviously still very intoxicated. "Why don't we get you home, sweetheart? I think a sleep would benefit you greatly." He laughed again, nodding at your drunken state. You groaned and nodded lazily, feeling your eyes beginning to close.

"Wait!" You suddenly perked up, the captain flinching in fright as he stood up to move toward you. "Can you stay with me? For tonight? Please?" You begged with a wide smile, your fingers flopping together in an sloppy attempt to make a praying gesture. Maverick sighed at you with a soppy smile on his lips, and he pretended to think about the offer, earning a whiny-groan from you.

"I guess someone will need to hold your hair back tonight." He teased with a smirk, holding out his hand for you to take. "C'mere." He mumbled as you took his hand to stand up, Maverick's other hand coming to settle on your waist to steady your wobbly self. The two of you were impossibly close and you felt your heart jump into your throat, a shiver running down your spine.

'Mhm' was the only thing you could muster up in reply to him as Maverick lead you out of the bar carefully and cautiously, his thumb gently caressing the side your waist to comfort you. How did you start the night by getting drunk and sad about this man, to ending it with him taking you home? You threw a quick glance over your shoulder at the squad who were currently staring at the two of you in shock -mainly Hangman and Rooster, who were sharing a look of open-mouth surprise. You grinned at them, giving them a small wave as Maverick opened the bar doors for you.

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monstrousfemale · 2 years ago

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Some time in the mid 90s, Eddie shoves Steve, Nancy, and Robin into his van, and he drives them all up to Indie. He takes them to a bar he heard about from some guys who came to a Corroded Coffin concert. It's a hidden-ish place, up on the top floor of a business building, in the middle of nowhere. When they arrive, the elevator is down, and they have to take the stairs, up seven floors. By the time they reach it, they all want to kill Eddie for making them come here. But the dance floor is full, and the music is good, and the drinks are cheap.

Robin and Nancy dance all night, laughing and pulling the weirdest moves, not caring what anyone else thinks. By far, though, their favorite place is the smokers' area. There's a small balcony off to the side, that's constantly so jampacked with smokers and people taking a break from the loud music, that Nancy honestly thinks it defies gravity a little bit. She and Robin, Eddie, Steve make it their meeting point, so as the evening evolves into late night, and eventually early morning, they meet out there to check in, make sure everyone's on the same page.

They're all drunk and giddy and glad to be out here, somewhere no one knows them, somewhere the shadow of Hawkins doesn't seem to overtake. There's a safety glass encasing the balcony, so the drunken patrons don't end up over the edge, and at 4am Eddie lights up the last of the joints he'd brought with him, and Steve leans heavily on his shoulder. Robin leans on the glass, looking out over the roof of the building, up at the full moon. The night air brings them all down to earth a bit. Nancy stands by her side, lets her elbow brush against Robin's.

They swap the joint around, and when it's smoked through Steve lights up a regular cigarette. Robin scrunches up her nose, complains about the smell. But Nancy takes a curious drag, lets the bad taste wash into her mouth, blows the smoke into the air. It feels good to be there, it's safe, she doesn't have to worry about the fact that she's not a smoker.

They watch Steve and Eddie sway together to a stupid pop song none of them know, dancing and bumping into people who are also around smoking. Robin looks at Nancy, takes in her face. She looks like she's glowing, lit up from within. The moonlight suits her. Nancy's makeup is mostly gone from all the dancing, but her eyes are still standing out from the dark eyeshadow she'd put on.

Robin asks her "you good?" with laughter spilling around the edges of the words, because Nancy is trying to sing along when she clearly doesn't know the lyrics, and it's mostly gibberish.

"So good!" Nancy tells her, excited, brilliant.

Robin wants to kiss her, but doesn't want to taste the cigarette on her tongue. Offers her a sip of her drink, which Nancy gulps down. It is a bright orange something or another, too watery, not enough vodka, but it tastes like alcoholic fruit juice, and Robin likes it just fine. She leans into Nancy's space when she puts the drink down, their faces close together.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yeah! I want to come here every weekend!"

Robin laughs. She might just have to move to Indie, drag Nancy along, so they can come to this silly little bar. Every weekend.

"We could make it happen," Robin promises.

"I'll hold you up to that, Buckley."

They're interrupted by a swaying Steve, who bumps into Robin's side to tell her he and Eddie are going to the bathroom. No one's buying what they're selling, they've been disappearing all night only to come back covered in hickeys that are barely hidden by their shirt collars.

When they fade into the dancing crowd, squeezing their way towards the stairs, Nancy leans her head on Robin's shoulder.

"You could kiss me if you wanted to," she says. Out here the music is a little lower, but not enough that they don't have to still strain their ears to hear each other. Robin catches it though.

Nancy doesn't usually go for public displays of affection. She's not ashamed, Robin knows. But she's a private person, very careful of her integrity. Robin respects and loves her for it. Besides, when they're in private it's a non issue, and she's okay with it.

"I want to kiss you," Robin replies. She does.

When they kiss, Nancy tastes of cigarettes and cheap alcohol. Robin never wants to stop feeling her tongue in her mouth, her waist below her hand, the push of her breasts against her.

"You're beautiful," Nancy says, and giggles. They're both too drunk to keep a straight face.

"I'm in love with you," Robin says.

They pause. It's not news, they've said it before. But it feels so nice to be able to say it out in the open. When their friends are out somewhere nearby, there for them. When they've been dancing all night and are both a bit too tired and a bit too sweaty but so fucking happy.

"Let's get another drink," Nancy says, kissing her cheek. Robin smiles, nods.

"Sure. Kiss me again first."

Nancy does.

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jungkookah-lover · 4 years ago

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A Bottle of Wine with Jungkook

⟶ pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⟶ genre: Acquaintances to lovers + smut

⟶ words: 6411

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: Jungkook decides to have a bottle of wine in his hotel room after a concert on tour (like he did on his vlive) but this time has you to keep him company. Once the wine is finished, conversation takes an interesting turn.

⟶ warnings: fluff, smut, JK is a bit of a Dom but two can play that game, JK likes to hear what you want and then give it to you

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The bottle was empty much faster than anticipated. You were having such a good time, neither of you realized it was gone until he tipped the bottle to refill your glass and only a few drops came out. He groaned in frustration at the two measly drops as they slowly ran down the side.

“Dang, we are out of wine. I didn’t realize we would go through it so fast or I would have bought more.” Jungkook says with an embarrassed tone to his voice. He drank half the bottle, just like you, and you could tell from the pink of his ears and face that he could feel it. He sticks his lip out making a sad face and you can't take your eyes off his pout. It was not the first time you had taken your time to appreciate his lips. Whether he was smiling, laughing, or focused, his mouth was eye-catching and caused you to think about what he might be able to do with it other than smile and pout. You quickly realize you are staring and shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“It is okay, Jungkook. It is probably for the best. I think you are tipsy and I am pretty sure I am too. If I drink anymore I cannot promise I will be able to control myself.” You say in an attempt to make him feel better and tell him that you didn’t want to do something stupid.

His eyes that were fixed on the empty glass quickly jump to your face as he says, “What would you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. What would you do?”

There is a glimmer in his eye that was not there before. He had been playful all night, joking and dancing on the edge of flirting, yet he had not looked at you like this. Suddenly you realize your error. Even though you meant it to sound innocent, all you could think about was whether his mouth would taste like wine and if it would be better on your tongue than what you just drank. You’ve been sitting slightly away from him all night in an attempt to not let your hands wander to his obviously muscular arms. He would never know your light caresses were more than friendly, a way for you to touch him. No, you had been well behaved. Now he was looking at you and you are a deer in headlights after letting that comment slip.

“Oh, you know,” you say half laughing and half stuttering, “Too much alcohol causes people to lose their inhibitions and do things they usually wouldn’t do.”

“What types of things?”

“Pardon?” you reply quickly, your eyes looking into his curious ones.

“You said people do things they usually wouldn’t do. What things are you not doing?”

Your laugh is a bit sudden and desperate, coming from somewhere in your chest. You can feel your face starting to heat as you look everywhere but at his face. Is the AC working because it is getting warm? There is no escaping this line of questioning so you decide to turn it around on him instead. “What do YOU think, Jungkook?”

He sits there, staring into your eyes for what was probably a few seconds but felt like an eternity. At some point within that time he must come to some form of decision because he squints at you, smirks, and starts getting out of his chair.

“What are you doing?” falls frantically from your lips as he gets up from the desk chair, walks over, and goes down on one knee in front of you. Knowing it was a bad idea to sit on the bed when you arrived, you instead opted for the barrel chair by the window. You are now regretting this decision because there is nowhere to go. You are literally in a corner, in a chair that doesn't allow for much wiggle room. Now you are stuck between a chair and a handsome smirking Jungkook.

He places his hands on the arms of the chair, so close to your arms, before saying, “What do I think? Well first of all, I think your cheeks are rosy and even though you have drunk half a bottle of wine, it's not from the wine.” You swallow nervously as he continues. “Secondly, I think there are a number of things I want to do but I want to know what it is YOU want to do, Kitten.”

“Kitten?...KITTEN!...this cannot be happening,” you think as you feel your heart rate accelerate. He is so close. The tips of his fingers ever so slightly touch the skin on your arms. His eyes, currently level with yours, are staring at you with unwavering intent. He is waiting for you to respond, you can tell, but you don’t have any words.

“How about I help you out just this once, hmm? Just know the next time I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He tilts his head to the side playfully as he responds and you can't believe what was coming out of this adorable, funny, bunny-like guy’s mouth.

He leans in, perfectly caging you into the chair, his face half a foot away. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you the entire time you have been in this hotel room. Every time you took a sip of wine, I couldn’t stop thinking about your lips, wrapped around that glass, and what they would feel like on me.” His eyes darted to your mouth as he said that and you unconsciously bit your lip. His eyes got wider and he takes a deep breath through his nose in response. “You have been sitting in this chair, cuddled up, laughing at my bad jokes, and all it did was make me want to be closer to you.” His hands move, sliding over your elbows resting on the armrests, up your biceps, and back down your forearms until they rest on your knees. He leaves them there as he continues, almost whispering at this point, “I have wanted to touch you this entire time and could barely hold myself into that chair. Now tell me, what is it YOU want?” He dips his chin as he looks into your eyes with a penetrating stare, hands still resting on your knees, thumbs lightly rubbing circles into your jeans.

His hands were so soft when they ghosted over your skin. You can feel the heat of his palms through the fabric of your jeans and it feels like it is alighting your entire body. An echo of his statement about expecting an answer runs across your thoughts as you try to figure out what to say. Part of you wants to know what will happen if you disobey him, but not right now. Right now you are letting desire and chance take over. Let’s go with the truth and see what happens.

“I sat in this chair, distanced from you, so I wouldn’t be tempted to run my hands over you. I couldn’t stop wondering how you would feel.” As you say this you slowly start leaning forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You place your hands, which had been resting gently on your stomach, on top of his. “I wanted to find out if your muscles were firm and if your skin was soft.” You ghost your fingertips around his fingers, the back of his hands, then circle his wrists to slide up his forearms to his biceps. “Every time your hair fell across your eyes I wanted to brush it away then sink my fingers into it.” With your right hand you brush the stray strands of hair from his forehead, making sure to run your fingertips across his brow. They continue their path down his temple before your thumb sweeps across his cheekbone, palm resting on his face. “I wondered if your mouth tasted like wine or if it tasted better because it tasted like Jungkook.” Staring directly into his eyes, you lean forward, closing the gap between your faces. Your eyes glance to his lips then back up right before your lips touch his.

It is a soft kiss, lips pressed together chastely. He doesn’t move, his only reaction is him gripping your knees a bit tighter. You pull away and drop your hand, opening your eyes to see him staring at you with a surprised look. I guess he didn’t expect direct honesty and follow through in the same instant. Before you have the chance to question whether you made the wrong decision, his right hand comes up gripping your neck and his mouth lands on yours. This is not a soft kiss; it is urgent. His face is turned to fit against you perfectly as his lips are slotted against your own. His mouth moves against yours, gentle and confident. You respond in kind, parting your lips to wrap yours around his, lightly sucking his bottom lip.

When your tongue grazes his lip, he loses what control he has over himself. A light groan comes from him before he pushes forward, pushing you back into the chair. He kneels fully, spreads your knees apart, and slots his body against you. He kisses you with a new intensity as his hands run up your thighs to your hips then your waist. His right hand continues up, brushing your chest, eventually settling with his palm on your jaw and thumb running over your cheek. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him. He tastes divine as his tongue caresses yours. You are each giving exactly what the other asks for. When you push against him he responds with his own pressure. When you bite into his lip he returns the favor moments later. It is quiet yet loud, gentle yet intense, fulfilling yet making you crave more. His hands grip you firmly and ground you in the moment.

After an unknown amount of time he pulls away from you, not far but enough to let you breathe. You are both panting as he rests his forehead on yours, lips swollen and tasting of the other. His hands are still on you, one thumb running over your ribs while the other strokes your cheek.

“That was a better answer than I expected.” he admits as your mouth curves into a smile.

“It was honest.”

“I appreciate your honesty.” He says as he rubs his nose against yours. “I also appreciate your lips,” then plants a kiss on you that lingers even after he pulls away. “Can’t forget your tongue too.” This time when he goes in for the kiss his tongue immediately meets yours, giving it a long sultry swipe, before he pulls away to stare into your eyes. How can someone take your breath away and also feel like they are giving you life?

“I want to appreciate more of you,” he remarks as his hand on your waist slides slowly across your stomach, “all of you.” It slides upward between your breasts, thumb casually caressing the underside of one as it makes the journey to your heart. You shiver as his touch sends tingles through your body and he doesn’t miss it. “What do you want me to do to you?” His breathy whisper is light as you feel his exhale on your face. What DON’T you want him to do to you is a better question. You decide to show him. Placing your right hand over the one currently resting over your heart, you grab it and lower it until it is palming your breast. For emphasis, you squeeze his hand, squeezing your own breast as a result. His eyes track your movement and stay on your hand as it kneads your flesh. You watch him as he watches you, transfixed by his face. When he notices you watching he looks up into your eyes then kneads your breast on his own. This has a wholly different effect, causing your back to arch, eyes to close, and you to inhale sharply.

Your hand falls away from his as he says, “I asked you what you wanted me to do to you. As much as I enjoyed that, I want to hear it.” His last words are punctuated by him pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan slips from your mouth as your head falls back onto the chair. “I told you before, when I ask you a question I expect an answer.” He tweaks your nipple again and it feels like lightning running through your veins. “Now I will ask you one more time, Kitten, what do you want me to do to you?” This time he pulls your nipple just a little while pinching it and you can feel the heat radiating from your skin as you moan an exhale.

“I want you to touch me. I want your hands on me. Your mouth on me. I want you.” The words fall from your mouth with abandon as you squirm in the chair. He is still so close, his smell taking over your senses. You can still taste him on your tongue. Your body is lit and your fingers itch to run over his body as much as you want his on yours.

Very suddenly he is standing. Within seconds he has pulled you up from the chair, reached down to the backs of your thighs, and picked you up. As he wraps your legs around his waist, his mouth once again lands on yours. This kiss is different from the others. Where the first was introductory and the second exploratory, this one is consuming. He is moving his lips against yours with speed and efficiency, sucking, biting, licking, and overwhelming your senses. His hands are on your thighs, holding you firmly to him. With your arms wrapped around his neck you kiss him back as you grind yourself against him. It is his turn to moan and he does, right into your mouth. He pulls you tighter to him as he reciprocates your movement. You can feel his hard length against your core and smile into the kiss knowing you are turning him on as much as he is you.

He walks you over to the bed, climbs on top, and lays you down amongst the pillows. His lips move from your mouth along your jaw, over to your ear, and down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes along. His body settles over yours, his weight solid and pleasing. When he gets to the junction of your neck and shoulder he bites down. You cry out, your moan the only sound in the room, as your heart races and your toes curl. “Do you like that?” he asks as he licks the spot he just bit. “Yes” rushes from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. “What else do you like?” He asks as he runs his left hand underneath your shirt, fingertips sliding across your skin as he lifts it higher.

“I like your hands on my chest. I want your mouth on my chest.” The words spill from you as he touches you through your thin bralette. Your nipples are hard and begging to be touched. A pleased noise comes from him before he says, “I can’t wait to see your breasts and taste them. Should I take off this shirt and give you what you asked for, Kitten?”

“Yes. Please.”

“So polite. How could I not give you exactly what you want when you are so sweet and responsive.” He raises up in order to get your shirt off. It gets caught on your head and you start to giggle. When it finally comes off you raise your face to his and catch him grinning with his bunny teeth on display. You are both grinning as he settles back down, scooting farther down this time to place soft kisses along your stomach. You are still wearing a bra but he seems to want it this way. His hands glide up your hips, waist, and sides until they are level with your breasts. His thumbs sweep out to circle your nipples. A groan leaves your mouth and you arch your back into his waiting hands. He takes his time, using the tips of his fingers to tease and flick, sometimes grabbing with his entire hand, cupping your breasts and rolling them all while he is kissing up your stomach and ribs. When his lips finally make it to your chest he plants gentle kisses everywhere but where you want his mouth. Exploring your flesh but not satisfying your need. You growl in frustration as he gets close to closing his mouth over your nipple, only to kiss around it, and he chuckles in response.

“What’s wrong Kitten, is there something you want from me?” He jokes as he does the same thing to your other breast, kissing but not hitting the mark. His thumbs again rub your nipples and you can’t believe how much you want him on you.

“I want you to suck on my nipples.” You state, embarrassment be damned, you need him to do this or you are going to burst.

He makes a sound low in his throat before he strikes, mouth latching onto your left nipple. It is just as good as you imagined. He sucks while his tongue swirls around the nub. He begins to flick his tongue and you whimper, right hand involuntarily reaching up to lace in his hair. He sucks again before lightly biting down and you can’t contain the sounds coming out of your mouth anymore. Just as fast as he was there, he switches to your other breast and your body bucks up against his. He repeats the attention he showed the other, licking, sucking, and biting, until both your hands are messing up his hair and your body is writhing in pleasure.

His hand snakes behind your back to unlatch your bra and he starts peeling the straps off as you raise your arms. He removes it, tossing it to the floor as his eyes slowly move from yours down to see your exposed breasts. When his eyes land on your hard nipples he bites his lip and takes a deep breath before looking up at you again. With gentleness he leans up and kisses you and whispers across your mouth, “You are so beautiful,” before he kisses you deeply and runs his hands over your bare breasts for the first time. You didn’t realize how much the fabric got in the way until his soft hands are on you. He detaches from your mouth and delicately suckles your right breast. It's like all your nerve endings are on high alert because every touch of his tongue sends heat straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wetter the more his tongue is on you.

This entire time you have been taking anything he gives you but you want to show him how much you want him too. Your hands are in his hair and you begin running them across his shoulders, down his back, sides, arms. Anywhere you can touch him is where your fingers find themselves. You scrap your nails lightly along his back and he shivers. You continue exploring and begin pulling up his shirt to feel his warm skin. He stops his attention on your chest and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head. You drink him in, his lightly golden skin, abs, and pecs. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him. Before he has a chance to move you sit up, hands going to his slim waist, latching your lips to his stomach. You feel the muscles flex beneath your mouth. You glance up at him as your mouth moves across his abs. He is looking down at you with hooded eyes, lips parted, breath coming out in short bursts. You trail up his abs to his pecs and take one of his nipples in your mouth. Instantly, his right hand comes up to cradle your head and an audible moan falls from his mouth. Taking this as a sign to keep going, you swirl your tongue around his bud before sucking on it. His grip in your hair tightens and more moans fall from his mouth. You take your time, licking, biting, and sucking on one nipple before switching to the other. This time the moan that comes from him is loud and makes you shiver. You did not know how hot it would be to hear him moaning because of your actions.

“It sounds like you like that.” You say, inbetween licking him and flicking him. Causing him to twitch.

“Yes, you are so good with your tongue.” he responds with his eyes closed, caught up in the sensation.

His hard on is on full display now, with no way to hide it in his baggy sweatpants. It twitches upward every time you flick his nipple. You run your right hand down his body to wrap around his dick. His response is automatic. He bucks into your hand as he says, “ahhhh, oh god,” hand fisting harder into your hair. You palm him a few times before pulling away from his chest, grabbing his waistband, and pulling down his pants and underwear in one movement. His eyes are big and full of surprise when he looks at you but it is short lived when you wrap your hand around his now bare dick. Still kneeling he stays there, head falling back, eyes closed, hands landing on your shoulders. A bead of precum is oozing from his tip and you slide your thumb over it, spreading it around. He whines from the touch, fingers gripping into your shoulders. You begin moving your hand, slowly pumping him when you decide to play by his rules.

“What do you want me to do to you, baby?” You coo, looking up at him with seductive eyes. His head snaps up, eyes opening, taking you in. You run your thumb along his head again and his mouth drops open, tongue wetting his lips before he says, “I want to feel your tongue on my dick.”

With no hesitation you lick a stripe from the bottom of his shaft up his head. A deep moan comes from him as he steadies himself on your shoulders. You take his tip into your mouth and lightly suck while swirling your tongue. It takes everything in him not to buck into your mouth but he holds himself still and takes everything you will give him. Wetting your lips you slide your mouth along his dick until you hit the back of your throat. His left hand moves from your shoulder up to cup your neck. You hollow out your cheeks and begin a slow bobbing of your head. Constant moans are falling from his lips as you work his length. You glide your tongue along the sensitive underside of him and find the spots that make him twitch and shiver. You suck hard and bottom out, causing him to cry out only to slow down and draw out his pleasure. Your right hand begins to fondle his balls, causing him to cry out with “oh god yes, like that.” and hum your approval around his dick.

He grabs your face and pulls his body away from you. His dick leaves your mouth with a pop and a groan as you gaze up at him, lips swollen and covered in saliva and precum. His eyes are on fire, filled with need. He is breathing heavily and trying to get himself under control.

“As much as I love this mouth of yours, this is not how I plan on cumming tonight.” He says as he moves to lay down next to you on the bed, removing his pants in the process. His hands go to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, trying to remove them with no success. You stand up, pulling your jeans off, wearing only your underwear when he says, “the panties too.” You grab the band at your waist and while staring him in the eyes you slowly lower your underwear to the floor. A smirk grows on his face as they hit the ground and you step out of them.

“Come here, Kitten.” He says and gestures to the bed and himself.

You lay down next to him on your side but he leans in and kisses you, causing you to fall to your back. His tongue is doing wonderful things in your mouth when you feel his fingers on your hip. They trail along your hip and thigh until they curl up to your center. He swipes one finger along your slit,rubbing but not exploring. The next time he is parting your folds.

“God, you are so wet.” He states as he rubs his finger in against your lips, spreading the wetness around more. His finger reaches the apex of your core and circles around your clit causing you to inhale sharply. “Do you like that?” he asks as he continues to rub you in just the right spot.

“Oh yes,” you moan into his mouth, feeling his cock twitch against your leg.

“Do you want me to put my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes, please fill me.” Comes out in a breath as he flicks his finger over your clit causing you to jerk in his arms.

“Ugh, that is so hot when you ask for it.” He states as he sinks his finger inside of you. Your hips jut upward, searching for more as he caresses the inside of you.

“You are so tight. I can’t wait to get my dick inside of you and stretch you around me. Will you like that?”

You clench around his finger and say, “yes, I want your perfect dick inside of me. I want to clench around you and make you cum.”

He moans along with you, pressing his dick against your side to find some kind of friction. The pretty words coming from your mouth make him want you even more. He inserts another finger into you and you moan from the fullness. His thumb rubs against your clit and you can feel the tension in your belly growing.

“If you don’t stop I am going to cum.” you say breathlessly as he swirls your clit in just the right way to make you buck off the bed.

“I want you to cum. I want to see your face as you burst with the pleasure my hand is giving you. Then I am going to fuck you and make you cum again. How does that sound?”

“So good, ohhh” you moan out as he curls his fingers inside of you. You are right there, so close, just one or two more swipes of his thumb and you are going to break. He kisses you softly, swiping his tongue over your lips and whispers, “cum for me, Kitten.” and you do. Back arching, mouth falling open, you cry out as your walls spasm around his fingers. He continues to work you through the aftershocks, staring directly into your eyes the entire time. Once you have come down from the high, he removes his fingers from inside of you and lifts them to his mouth. He sucks your juices off of them with a satisfied look on his face. You are panting, feeling incredibly siated, while watching him devour his own fingers, and it couldn’t be hotter.

“Any other time I would want to taste you, have you cum on my tongue, but right now all I want is my dick inside you. I hope that is okay with you?” He says as he raises one brow with the smirk to match.

“Please put your dick inside of me, I need it. I need you.” You say to him. He bites his lip as his hand goes down to grab his hard dick. He slowly pumps it a few times and you watch, the head glistening, his eyes on you with a parted mouth as he feels the pleasure he gives himself. It is incredibly hot to see him touching himself while looking at and thinking of you.

He stops his movements and gets off the bed to walk to his suitcase. You hear the crinkle of a wrapper before you see the condom in his hand. He rips open the package and slides the condom onto himself. The anticipation has you breathing heavily while you throb for him, clenching around nothing. He climbs back onto the bed and you lay back, opening your legs wide, making room for him. Slowly, he makes his way between your legs until he is hovering over you, arms bracing his weight on either side of your head. He is staring into your eyes, drinking in the look of you laying there, lips parted, body ready for him.

He leans forward and kisses you sweetly. As he kisses you his hips move forward and his erection rubs against your folds. A high pitched gasp comes from your mouth as he repeats the movement, rubbing his length against your core, making sure the head hits your clit. He continues to kiss you and move against you, causing you to lose track of time. He is panting as he says, “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, I am so ready. Please.” You whine as he grinds against you a little harder and you feel your walls clench making you drip. All you want at this moment is him.

He kisses you again as you feel his head at your entrance. Then he is pushing forward, sliding into you slowly. Your head falls back, mouth falling open, a breath leaving you. He takes his time, sliding in one inch at a time, making sure you adjust to his size. He moans as he pushes the last few inches and bottoms out, eyes closed, biting his bottom lip. After a moment he opens his eyes and stares into yours before saying, “are you okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” The duality of this guy who was punishing you one moment and checking on your wellbeing the next.

“Yes. I am okay.”

That is all he needs before he starts to pull out of you and you both groan from the friction. He pulls out until just the tip is still inside you before he pushes in again. The pace is still slow but you can feel all of him. His hips are working now, creating a slow rhythm that has you losing your mind. Small moans are falling from both your mouths as he moves inside you. He gets down on his elbows, slotting his body in between yours as he grinds himself into you. You grab his face and kiss him, tongue exploring his mouth as your hands slide over his body. He hits a good spot and you moan, hips jutting forward grinding into him as you clench around him. This draws a deep groan from him as he stops kissing you and lowers his mouth to your ear.

“You feel amazing. I love the way you clench around my dick.” He takes that moment to bite into the sensitive flesh of your neck and you cry out.

“These sounds you are making are so hot. When you cum, I want to hear you cry out my name.”

“Yes.” You breathe out as you run your hands down his back and grab his ass. Raising your hips you use your new found leverage to work against him. He moans into your neck. “These sounds you are making are incredibly hot as well” you say as you lick the column of his throat up to his ear while grinding harder against him.

He suddenly sits up on his knees, eyes filled with desire. He is done with the slow love making as he grabs your thighs and begins to move faster, slamming into you a bit harder. At this angle he hits you in a different spot that sends tingles through your body every time. He is biting his lip and staring at his dick as it enters you, watching himself fuck you. Your head falls back, eyes closing, as you moan loudly from all the sensations. You feel his hand on your breast and your hips buck up against him again, allowing him to get deeper. Your fingers curl into the sheets and you cry out as he tweaks your nipple. His other hand finds your clit and begins to rub a steady circle around the small nub, pushing you toward another release.

“God yes, that feels so good. Don’t stop”

“You are so tight and wet. I am so close but I want you to cum. Do you think you can cum for me, Kitten?” He emphasizes this with a sweeping rub of his thumb.

“Yes. Yes I want to cum. I am so close. That feels so good.” Your words trail off as the tension in your body builds and is about to break.

“Cum for me, again. That's it. I want to see the look in your eyes. Look at me, Kitten.”

You open your eyes and you look at him as your body goes taught like a bow string. Jungkook is pumping into you steadily, one hand working your clit as the other works your nipple. He is beautiful and sexy, sweat beading his brow, mouth parted, muscles flexing from his movements. “Oh, Jungkook, yes!” you exclaim as the tension in you finally snaps. His eyes are locked onto yours as you spasm around his cock. A moan falls from his mouth as he feels your orgasm washing through you and around him. He continues rubbing you through your waves of pleasure until you tell him to stop and he falls back to hover over you.

“That was so fucking hot” he says as he kisses you hard, running his tongue over yours. He begins to move inside you again, causing you to moan into his mouth. It is his turn and he seems eager to use you for his pleasure. You want to be used. You want to make him cum.

“Yes, Jungkook. Just like that. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you cum. Will you cum for me now?” You say as you grind against him. He moans into your neck, whining as he says, “Yes, you make me feel so good. Can I cum inside of you or do you want me to pull out?”

“You are wearing a condom. You can cum inside of me. I want you to fill me up.”

His only response is another moan as he grabs onto your hip and pumps into your furiously.

“Look at me, baby. I want to see your pleasure. I can’t wait to feel you pulsing inside of me.”

He pulls back from your neck and looks in your eyes as his mouth falls open and he starts to moan louder.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. Cum for me.” is all it takes for him to pump into you one last time before he stills, a loud groan falling from his mouth, as you feel his dick expand and pulse as he cums inside of you. He is looking at you, directly into your eyes though he seems lost in his pleasure. His hips gently rut against you as he rides out his high, pants coming from his mouth, and beads of sweat dripping down his dark locks. He leans down and kisses you. Soft, sweet kisses. After a handful of them he pulls away and smiles at you. It’s a beautiful smile, showing his teeth and dimples. You smile back and lift a hand to caress his face. He kisses your hand as he begins to pull out of you, causing you both to groan from over stimulation.

“I will be right back, don’t move.” He says as he walks over to the bathroom and removes the spent condom. When he comes back he gets on the bed, laying down to cuddle you but tells you to go pee first, knowing that it is the best thing to prevent issues post-sex. Your heart swells from the thoughtfulness as you do your business and come back, jumping on the bed. He laughs at you as he wraps you in his long arms. He snuggles you into his chest, leaving tiny kisses in your hair.

“That was seriously incredible” he finally says to break the comfortable silence. “I mean it. I don’t remember the last time I came that hard. I wanted to cum from the moment I was inside of you. You were doing that thing with your hips then the way you were talking to me. Gosh, I could barely contain myself” he kisses your head again, then looks in your eyes before kissing your mouth. “You are incredible.”

A blush rises to your cheeks as you respond, “You are not half bad yourself. That dick of yours is magic.” He laughs loudly and kisses you again before pulling you against him.

“Stay with me tonight.” He states with no warning. You raise your chin to look him in the eyes. He has a pleading look in them that you were not expecting. Hopefully maybe but this looks more like need than want. “Stay with me, please.”

How can you say no to him? You nod your head and he envelopes you both in the blankets as he cradles you against him, slowly falling asleep.

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sahesha · 3 years ago

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/// On the Other Side of the River ///

I've finally finished this request, and I'm glad to present my new story to you!

Fe_Male Reader x Virgin!Law

warnings: NSFW, mention of alcohol, slightly drunk emo Law, first sex and losing virginity (Law, and he's 20yo here), creampie, rough sex, bites, top!Law and bottom!Law (in two different versions).

By the way, this is a constructor-fanfiction, and you can build your version yourself. There is nothing complicated there. Here are the instructions!

NSFW parts:

🍑 (female reader)

🍌 (male reader)

Ending:

🌹 (love)

🌺 (promise)

In the future, I want to write more complex constructor-fanfictions, haha!

***

"Look what a handsome guy," you said to your best female friend Rosalie, with whom you were staying in a hotel that had a bar on the ground floor. You both were standing together on a balcony, leaning against its carved wood railing and looking down at people walking and talking quickly and loudly, resembling summer buzzing flies, along the street below, going out and entering this bar.

"Where is he?" asked Rosalie glibly and narrowed her cornflower-blue eyes to see the man you were saying about to her. "Where, where is the handsome guy?"

"Next to a polar bear Mink in a funny orange jumpsuit," you pointed her in the right direction, chuckling softly. "Rosalie, you're as ever, talking too loud. They might hear us."

Rosalie was silent for a while, looking at a tall guy in a loose yellow hoodie and blue, black-spotted, noticeably tight jeans, which ideally accentuated his supple buttocks and long graceful legs with slender and firm ankles. He silently stood next to the mentioned polar bear, glowering at the people around them and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He was about twenty years old, maybe a bit younger.

"You have a rather peculiar taste," she snorted, wrinkling her cute, miniature, and upturned nose with coffee-color freckles. "This guy's sullen face tells us he hates the whole world without any exception. Also, the dark bags under his pale-gray eyes look like he carries all his negativity in them. Why do you always choose odd-looking weirdos?"

"What do you know about that," you smiled calmly, without taking your eyes off the young man who had interested you. "You can see right away he doesn't look like an ordinary person at all. Come on, don't you wanna know who he truly is?"

"Find out for yourself!" she giggled and nudged you in the side.

You gave a hidden, cunning smile, looking at him from a distance, and it felt like you were slowly descending to a river shore full of obscurity.

But you didn't know then what was waiting for you.

***

The next time you saw him, he was leaning against the bar counter, drinking amber-color rum. His shoulders were tense, and the sharp seventh vertebra of his long neck stood out clearly under his pale skin. Something was unsettling about the way he held himself.

You decided you should not miss this chance to talk to him. Besides, he was alone, without his usual company in the form of that polar bear Mink and two guys in white overalls.

"Hello! Aren't you bored here?" you stood next to him and leaned against the bar, too. The guy shuddered in surprise because he was too deep in his thoughts. He looked at you sullenly, showing that he didn't need anyone to talk to, and then turned away.

"I'm sorry for being so sudden. I just noticed you earlier and thought you're an interesting person," you said less loudly than before to look not annoying. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And what's so interesting about me?" despite a sarcastic tone, it was clear that he was somewhat curious, and the guy looked at you again. However, the expression of his pale-gray eyes was still hostile and heavy like the steep unapproachable shore of the dark river. For a moment, you thought he was a thousand miles away from you.

"I wonder what can make a person hate the world so much," you said, trying to keep calm. After these words, the silence suddenly became deafening, although you were sure that there was still a crowd of noisy and cheerful drunk people in the bar.

"So you think I have to tell you, the random stranger?" he snorted, then gulped down the rum and exhaled noisily. "Okay, I don't give a fuck about everything today, so let's go and talk where no one will interfere with us."

Only then, you noticed that he was slightly drunk. Despite this, he had pretty good body control. You would say even perfect. The guy smoothly and gracefully, like a young and full of energy carnivorous creature, straightened up. It turned out he was much taller than you, almost by two heads. And it hadn't been particularly noticeable from above before, and so it had been when he was bending down, and you shuddered slightly, realizing this.

You left the bar together, and a fresh night air enveloped you from head to toe, and after the stuffy room full of the smells of human bodies, spicy food, and alcohol, it seemed icy to you. A lantern burned with an indifferent yellow fire in the distance.

The guy exhaled again and then took a crumpled cigarette pack out of his pocket and lit up one. "So, where are we going?" His voice was hoarse.

You quickly remembered that Rosalie was spending this night at another place with a girl she had met recently. She always was such a cheeky badass. "Come with me?" you half-asked, half-replied him, licking your suddenly dried teeth nervously. He smirked ironically, and his thin lips curved seductively, resembling two sharp petals of a tropical flower. In the shady semi-darkness of the night, his bright mouth was almost glowing and attracting you. You flushed, guessing he probably wasn't thinking about a simple conversation at all.

"Call me Law," he said briefly, looking at you. The glimmering flower of his predatory smile seemed to be blooming on the other side of the river. You decided you had to swim through its deepwater abundant in mysteries.

And you entered the unknown.

***

Law told you about everything that had happened in his short twenty-year life, and words were pouring out of him like sands from a leaky sack. Seldom he shuddered inwardly and bent over, lowering his black-haired head down and hiding his pale face in his hands. He wasn't crying, not at all. Deadened by what he was telling, you were sitting leaning against the wall and only occasionally let him know that you were here, sighing noisily.

Time was slipping through your fingers, like the stormy river you were trying to swim through, but now you were lying helplessly on your back, letting it take you into the terrifying unknown. It seemed to you the ceiling of your room was spinning, like the night sky that you could almost see above you, being rocked by cold waves and whirlpools.

"Everything is burning and crumbling," he was repeating, and these words were coming to you from the distant shore. You didn't even remember where your conversation had taken a wrong turn and flowed in the opposite direction.

Finally, you realized if you wouldn't shut Law up, he wouldn't ever stop tonight. It was almost hysteria. You didn't mind listening to him further, but what he was telling was terrifying, and no human being should have gone through such things. However, he didn't arouse your pity, only respect to the person who had survived where anyone could have burned out like a match.

So you grabbed him by the collar of his yellow hoodie and pulled him to you, kissing those red lips. Law started to kiss you back, but he was doing it somewhat awkwardly, which suddenly led you to the thought that a person with such a life could hardly afford to relax at least once in the arms of someone else.

"You didn't have anyone?" you asked him quietly. Law buried his face in your bare neck and muttered sullenly: "What do you think about it, huh? Tch. I know perfectly well how to do this. I said I'm a doctor. But I haven't had anyone yet."

"Maybe then it's not worth it?" you asked carefully, stroking his sharp shoulder blades, clearly outlined under the fabric. "No. It's you who started all of this, so go to the end," he groaned savagely and started kissing you himself. Then you pulled off his long hoodie with unruly hands, exposing his chiseled torso. It was beautiful, and you ran your palms over it, feeling the feverish heat of his thin skin and the strength of his muscles under it, resembling steel cables.

***

🍑 (female reader)

Already stripped naked, you snuggled up to Law, allowing him to stroke your rounded hips, buttocks, and breasts, and his firm, deft fingers were leaving red marks on your delicate, soft skin. The man quickly got the better of you, taking the initiative. His blue jeans, no longer restrained by a belt, clung to his sharp pelvic bones, but you pulled the rough fabric down, releasing his sturdy thighs and his long, already erected dick.

"Your enthusiasm inspires and encourages me," you chuckled playfully, hugging him with your hips and arms. The flower of his mouth flared red again. "Don't think I'm that bad," he hissed angrily and then began to leave traces of even semicircles of his white teeth on your neck, shoulders, collarbones, and breasts.

"Does the baby like to bite?" you teased him, stroking his supple buttocks, moaning loudly, and arching under him. Law growled and left a bright purple hickey on your left breast as a punishment. "Don't show off," he said and rubbed his cock between your legs, touching your wet pussy. "Oh, please... faster, " you moaned, trying to rub against him again.

"So you're not one of the timid ones," he whispered, stroking your clitoris with his glans and making you shudder from these touches. "Shut up and... penetrate me already... I want you," you kissed him, tasting with your tongue the taste of fine rum that remained inside his hot mouth. He began to enter you slowly, and you sighed loud, feeling the wonderful feeling when a big and hard cock filled you from the inside, pushing your wet pulsating walls, reaching the cervix, and starting to move smoothly.

Law moaned loudly into your mouth. You swallowed and then returned it to him when he sped up a little. Your kisses were hot and wet. and your tongues resembled two snakes locked in coitus. Law's kiss skills were improving so quickly that now you gave up under his pressure. Somewhat, only the kisses had caused him difficulties at first. But the movements of his hips when he was thrusting inside you fastly and roughly, making you tremble, came out perfect from him. However, you were not up to it, and all that interested you was a beautiful man who had poured out his soul to you. Now, he was slowly approaching to pouring out his seed into you.

His fingers found your clitoris and began to stimulate it so intensely that tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. You swore that you would take all your teasing back when you could move away from the coming orgasm. And when it came, it seemed to you that you were thrown ashore by a huge wave, and now you laid mute, like a fish, swallowing air with your mouth, feeling hot sperm flowing into you. Law fell on top of you, breathing heavily, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"You're too... good for a beginner..." finally, you were able to say, feeling how your whole gut is still shuddering because of post-orgasmic spasms.

"It felt heavenly," he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.

***

🍌 (male reader)

You turned the man over on his belly, being on top of him, and bit him on the pointing right shoulder blade. Law hissed, resisting being the bottom, but you could feel he liked this little wrestling game you both had arranged. You bit the man on the back of his neck as if to subdue and assert your supremacy, but he continued to squirm, giving you pleasure with the sight of his muscular back and vertebrae.

You pulled off his tight jeans, exposing him completely, and then slapped him, feeling the firmness of his taut butt, and he growled again. The distinct mark of your palm was red on his smooth skin. Law squirmed, trying to get out from beneath of you, but you ran your hand over his firm thighs and erect cock, making him quiver slightly and shrink.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," you whispered in Law's ear, snuggling up behind him. "As if you can scare me," he snorted and lifted his ass so that your cock, which had become heavy and hard, smeared over it with a glans wet with pre-ejaculate. "You're right. I can't terrify you," you agreed and gently bit his ear. "However, this can also cause pain." Law snorted again. "Shut up and fuck me already."

"Okay, you asked for it," you growled, quickly undressing, almost tearing your clothes off.

His long fingers made a few graceful movements, and then he sighed softly, relaxing a bit. "What have you just done?" you asked Law, running your hands under him and caressing his neat nipples. "I prepared and lubed myself... it's my devil fruit's powers. Don't even dare worry about it..." he groaned.

"Good boy," you said and penetrated him with your index finger. He hissed through his clenched teeth, squeezing tightly around it. You began to slowly prepare him, adding second and then a third finger, and the feeling of his hot, tight hole was twirling your head. Finally, you put the glans of your cock against his slightly reddened anus and began to penetrate slowly, sensing how narrow he was.

You moved slowly, letting him get used to it, and then gradually quickened so that he put his hand over his mouth so as not to cry from the new, piercing sensations. Your naked bodies slapped loud against each other like waves of the growling river. Law leaned back, bending in his lower back, and you could see the bright flower of his thin lips, which called you to them. Finally, you felt like you reached the edge and splashed onto the shore like a spray of white foam. Your hot sperm flowed into him.

After catching your breath, you reached out to kiss him, but he was so exhausted that he hardly moved. Only pale drops glistened on his muscular stomach.

***

🌹 (love)

"You know too much about me for letting you go now," Law said in the morning stubbornly, possessively snuggling up to your body. You suddenly thought both of you intertwined, like the roots of grass or trees, and the red flower was caressing your ear with its petals.

You finally felt that you were standing on solid ground.

***

🌺 (promise)

"You know too much about me, and it scares me," he told you in the morning, standing on your room's balcony with a cup of coffee in his hand. "It's something new..." he added quietly.

The red flower swayed mysteriously in front of you, promising sudden happiness.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece writing #one piece x you #one piece x female reader #one piece x male reader #trafalgar law #schizo bird writings

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dumb-bitch-core · 4 years ago

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Yuu / Reader who's arab

as an arab myself, the possibilities of chaos are endless. this is pretty long, so it'll be under the cut.

*.✧ contains : gender-inclusive reader, arab! reader, platonic relationships, lowercase, not-so-serious writing

so during the prologue where grim sets fire everywhere you're just screaming " ESTAKHFAR ALLAH- A3OUS BELLAHI MIN AL SHAITAN EL RAGEEM "

scarabia students looking at you; 👁️👄👁️👂

10/10 homies with the scarabia no i don't take criticism. you basically live there and not even jamil minds bcs you can help him make what you'd consider arab foods.

WAIT-

so, jamil overblots. and you suddenly say; " ESTANA YA HABIBI ANA MAHTAG/MAHTAGA AROUH ASALY " AND HE'S JUST LIKE " IGHT I WON'T ATTACK YOU UNTIL UR DONE " I'M-

you call azul " ابو مخدرات " because he always acts like a drug dealer. when he wanted to make a deal about taking ramshackle, lemme say he got the good old arab household ass-whoopin' and not even the tweels were spared from your wrath as you beat them with the shoe. anyways, azul probably decided to make a mini mosque ( masjid ) because STONKS- 🏃‍♀️

savanclaw respected you due to being very scary when angered. they will never forget the day jack came back from the fight all battered and bruised, mumbling apologies like a prayer even though you were nowhere in sight. you are the only person who can make leona actually wake up. he just didn't wanna get his ass beat 🤩. helping ruggie has become a normal thing, and he actually appreciates it since you know a lot of hacks to finish quicker!

once a bitch from heartslabyul was messing with you and pulled off your hijab 🙄 ( if you wear one ) and riddle was LIVID. with deuce throwing his blazer on your head to cover up since the student still had the scarf ( which was snatched away by trey ), and cater and ace guarding you so nobody could see you as you walked off, riddle started scolding them very aggressively with the infamous collar on the student. 😼💅

pomefiore has become your personal designer team 😩✨. they'll help you pick out the perfect outfits, make sure nothing goes against religion, comfy, and practical for when you need to pray. don't be surprised if your hijab ( if you wear one ) has some gems on the bottom. they won't hesitate to go overboard if you don't mind it.

idia is slightly curious on what it's like, but he's pretty informed since he's probably seen some arab characters in his games. ortho is probably the most informed on this topic, but he still has his fir share of questions!

diasomnia are very much interested in your culture, but i feel like since lilia has lived for so long has probably met some people like you. some students are envious of when it's ramadan ( which by the way, ramadan mubarak to those who are fasting! i, myself, am ). why you may ask? because you don't have to eat lilia's food 😃✋

speaking of which, some students of the scarabia dorm will join you on fasting. i personally believe that kalim would have a big feast when it's iftar and maybe go over-the-top when it's sohoor. this leads to extra food :')

when you'd stop visiting mostro lounge unless it was during more later times, the octotrio were confused until you told them that you just didn't wanna see so much food while you were fasting. when they realized what ramadan was, guess what they did? MENU TIME-

riddle was sad you didn't attend any unbirthday parties 😔 but deuce, who had remembered what you said the day before, told him why. when our other 4 heartslabyul residents understood, trey was really the only one to do something i guess?? i mean, cater took more pics with you, but trey took the time to make some traditional sweets from back where you came from 🥺

you visited savanaclaw a lot, too, since you slept most of the day ( after school hours were done, obviously. ). this resulted in more naps together with leona. not that he minded, really.

I feel like some members of pomefiore would also join in fasting! not only would their patience increase ( i've always been told that ramadan helps increase your patience due to having to wait till iftar comes. ), but they'd also lose a few pounds ( LEMME TELL YOU HOW ✨S K I N N Y✨ I AM AFTER RAMADAN IM- )!

idia is ✨concerned✨ sometimes since he's highkey worried about your health, but when you tell him it won't affect you negatively, he'll tone it down. ortho has become your personal alarm clock! he'll always be there to tell you exactly when you can start eating.

when it's eid, scarabia throws a huge party! even our darling boys from other dorms will participate. expect to be wearing only the finest outfit thanks to pomefiore. 🧎

i also know these boys won't mind what your religion doesn't allow. can't eat pork? there are always other types of meat. no alcohol? it's fine! it never tasted that well, either. scared something isn't halal? savanaclaw students have strong noses and great taste, so they'll check for ya.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #mc / yuu #arab reader

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darter-blue · 4 years ago

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tfw you wake up accidentally married to a superhero

stucky - shrunkyclunks - total fluff...

Read it here on ao3

Or part one, two, three, four and five on tumblr

Part 6:

Steve...

Steve can’t quite believe that this is real. There’s something magical about the way Bucky is looking up at him. There’s something overwhelmingly honest in his affection. Steve wants to kiss him again. But the music has stopped and the confetti is no longer falling and Scott is clearing his throat and, well, this is probably not the time or place for Steve to lose the last shred of his control.

‘Boys, boys, boys!’ Mavis is cooing, clapping her hands, ‘You did it!’

‘We did it,’ Bucky says softly, smiling quietly, eyes shining up at Steve.

‘We did,’ Steve says. Totally unnecessarily. But words have never been his forte. Steve’s life is always about action. He got so used to people not listening to him. Before the serum, after the serum… nobody listens to Steve’s words.

But they pay attention to his actions.

Bucky has done nothing but listen to him tonight. Everything Steve said Bucky has heard. Bucky has answered Steve’s words with actions, had pulled him forwards into activity after activity. Has interpreted all of Steve’s clumsy musings with a perception that almost defies logic.

Steve so rarely gets to let anyone else take the helm. Very rarely would ever trust anyone to do so.

But he trusts Bucky.

His stormy blue eyes and the warmth of his touch and the way his voice wraps around Steve like a blanket to keep him safe. Familiar. Beautiful.

And now...

Now he’s family.

‘Scott, kiddo, we need you to sign this for us,’ Mavis says, pulling Scott away from where he’s awkwardly standing behind Bucky and Steve at the altar. ‘You boys too, we need signatures and then you can run away to your room for the real celebration!’

Mavis’s glee is exuberant and seemingly infinite. But she makes an interesting point.

No they have the rest of the night to themselves. As a newly married couple. Which he guesses makes this the honeymoon…

He’s certainly no expert on marriage or relationships of any kind… but that's typically a pretty exciting period of time…

Steve may or may not be panicking about the ramifications of what that means for both of them.

He doesn’t have that much experience doing this since he’s had the serum… Fumbling around in a tent with a sergeant after a long day tracking through enemy territory… maybe getting hands on each other, mouths at most…

He hasn’t done that for a while. And he’s never had time, or even the inclination, to worship someone, to take his time, to discover enough about someone to give them everything they want.

He’s not even sure he knows how to do that.

‘You’re thinking too hard,’ Bucky says, placing a gentle finger between Steve’s eyebrows, ‘Come sign the papers Stevie, and then we can talk about what’s worrying you.’

Steve is hit again by how much he can’t believe this is real, that Bucky can see his hesitation, knows him already.

Too much of that disbelief must be evident in his expression though, because Bucky takes his finger away and stands up straight, taking his weight off Steve’s arms, ‘Unless you're freaking out? Are you freaking out?’ Bucky’s hand slides down Steve’s arm and slows as it reaches his forearm, grips it with comfort. ‘We haven’t signed anything yet Steve, it’s not too late to change your mind.’

‘I haven’t,’ Steve says, sharp, shaking his head hard and fast, ‘I would never.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.’

Bucky reaches up to kiss him again, fiercely, pushing up into Steve’s chest and gripping his arms. Steve kisses back like a desperate man, forgetting again that they have people waiting on them, that they need to be getting out of the way.

Forgetting about anything and everything but the taste of Bucky, the sweetness, the hint of sugar on his tongue, the saltiness of the sweat on his lips. He’s lost in the sensation.

‘You two lovebirds better get up here and sign this so it's official!’ Mavis is laughing at them, Steve can hear it.

Bucky pulls back and almost falls, Steve has to grab him to stop him from falling backwards. ‘Oops,’ Bucky says with a grin, ‘We better get up there.’

‘Gotta make it official,’ Steve says. He can feel the answering grin on his own face.

‘Good, good,’ Mavis says as Steve and Bucky make their way up to sign the paperwork, ‘let me get this all officiated for you and you can come and pick them up with your album in the morning,’ Mavis takes the signed papers from them and shuffles them into a folder, ‘Take your rings, take this,’ she gives them each a glass of champagne Steve didn’t even see her pour, ‘go thank your witness and get out of my chapel, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Thank you so much, Mavis,’ Bucky says, pulling away from Steve to wrap Mavis in a hug, very nearly spilling his champagne down her back. ‘You’re wonderful.’

‘Oh, well,’ Mavis says as Bucky lets her go, a pretty pink blush creeping into her peach cheeks, ‘you two have been an absolute delight.’

‘Thanks Mavis,’ Steve says, reaching out to shake her hand, ‘we’ll see you in the morning.’

‘You better!’ Mavis turns away, waving over her head at them and heading out to the office at the back with their paperwork.

Bucky tips his head back and drinks the entire glass of alcohol in one pull, gesturing for Steve to do the same, ‘We’ll leave the glasses here,’ he says, setting his down on a console near the doors, ‘down the hatch, Stevie.’

Steve looks down at his glass and shrugs, tips it back and drinks it down in three mouthfuls. He looks back at Bucky, rosy cheeked and laughing and has the overwhelming desire to kiss him again, slower, and longer and without the audience.

‘I ah,’ Scott says, clearing his throat again as he sidles up to them, ‘I should get your number, you know, so I can send you the video.’

‘Oh, good idea!’ Bucky says, and they set their heads together while Steve stands back and watches.

Once they have their numbers exchanged and Bucky has laughed at the pictures, he pulls Steve in closer, sets Scott in the middle of them, their arms around him.

‘Quick selfie,’ Bucky says, holding his phone out and snapping a photo, the three of them in their matching t-shirts and matching grins.

‘Thank you, Scott.’ Steve says, clapping him on the back.

‘Anytime, Cap, anytime. Literally. Call me and I’ll be there. Whatever you need.’

‘Yep, yes,’ Steve says, shaking Scott’s outstretched hand and then stepping back, ‘I’ll ah, I’ll be in touch.’

‘You were wonderful too, Scott,’ Bucky says, pulling a happy Scott into a hug, ‘thank you so much.’

‘You’re welcome, Bucky. It was my pleasure.’

‘We should get going though,’ Steve says, wrapping a hand around Bucky’s, ‘It was lovely to meet you Scott.’

‘Right, yes, big night for you!’ Scott puts his arms out as he takes a step back, ‘You know, wedding night, ah…’ he trips on a fold in the carpet and does a little backwards hop, ‘epic romance and ah… you know,’ he goes to make a gesture with his hands but stops mid way, ‘yeah I better,’ he sticks his thumb over his shoulder, ‘leave you to it.’

‘Thank you, Scott,’ Steve says again, his voice probably coming off a little more authoritative than he intended.

Bucky is laughing into Steve’s shoulder, and the feel of his warm breath on the thin material of his T-shirt is very distracting. He hardly notices that Scott is gone, or that they’ve reached the open doors and are now back into the hustle and bustle of the Casino.

‘So um,’ Bucky pulls away from him enough to look up into Steve’s face, ‘I may or may not be sharing a room with my best friend, who may or may not have someone up there with her right now…’

‘Oh, I have a room all to myself,’ Steve says quickly grabbing Bucky by the hand, ‘would you… I mean, if that’s okay?’

‘Sounds great,’

‘Okay it’s this way,’ Steve pulls Bucky towards the elevators, ‘Do you need anything?’

‘I have everything I need,’ Bucky says with a smile, looking Steve up and down and biting his lip. ‘Maybe more than I know what to do with, to be honest.’

Steve has to huff a laugh at that. And the idea that Bucky might also be feeling a little overwhelmed by the physical connotations of the decision they’ve just made eases a tightness in Steve’s chest.

‘We can take it as slow as you like, Buck.’

And Bucky is nodding his head. ‘Slow is good, I can do slow.’

There seem to be even more people out on the casino floor than earlier, and Steve is careful to pull Bucky through them gently, not bumping or knocking or accidentally treading on anyone, ever conscious of how much heavier his step is than it used to be, how much damage he could cause with a moment of carelessness.

It’s enough to pull all of his focus, and they’re at the elevators before he has a chance to think to panic about anything else.

Bucky leans forward and pushes the button to go up.

When the doors open, at least five other people shuffle into the elevator with them. Too drunk or too wrapped up in their own conversations to pay much attention to Bucky and Steve as they move all the way to the back and lean against the railing. Hands held gently between them.

‘What floor?’ someone asks over their shoulder as the doors close, and then balks as he catches Steve’s eye. ‘Ah… Sir.’

Steve looks down at Bucky as he answers, ‘Ten.’ and squeezes his hand.

Bucky squeezes back.

‘Ten. Ten. Sure.’ The guy presses ten and then looks back over his shoulder at Steve and nods his head, eyes wide. ‘You’re ah… you seem bigger in real life, you know.’

‘I have heard that,’ Steve says, smiling tightly at the guy and then looking back at Bucky to gauge his reaction.

Bucky is looking between him and the passenger with a raised eyebrow, his brow furrowed, but he doesn't say anything. Just squeezes Steve’s hand again, and Steve lets out his held breath, squeezing Bucky back.

The last of the other passengers shuffle out at the fifth floor, glancing curious looks back at Steve, and the doors close behind them, leaving Bucky and Steve alone. Bucky stretches forward, pulling Steve’s hand with him, and pulls the emergency stop on the elevator.

‘Okay,’ he says, turning back to Steve, ‘what was that?’

Steve shrinks into his shoulders as Bucky stalks towards him, leans back into the railing of the elevator until he hears it crack.

‘Shit.’

‘Steve!’ Bucky says, looking behind him at the cracked railing and then up at Steve’s no doubt very sheepish expression, ‘what’s going on?’

‘Okay, so, I can explain this,’ Steve starts, carefully moving away from the railing and towards Bucky, keeping their hands joined, not wanting to stop touching him, ‘I ah… when I said my name is Steve Rogers…’

‘It’s not?’

‘Oh, no, it definitely is. That’s the problem.’

‘What’s the problem?’ Bucky asks, frown deeply etching into his forehead.

‘That’s me, I’m Steve Rogers.’

‘Yes, you said that…’

‘Steve Rogers, like Captain America.’

‘Captain America's name is Steve Rogers too?’

Steve can’t help but laugh, Bucky looks so quizzical, so adorably confused.

‘Yes Buck, his name, my name… I’m Steve Rogers and Captain America.’

‘Oh,’ Bucky says, narrowing his eyes, ‘ohhh.’ His eyes widen and he looks Steve up and down again. ‘Huh.’ he says, nodding, ‘I mean yeah… that makes total sense. I can see that.’

‘Are you… okay? Are you mad?’ Steve asks, he can feel his shoulders up around his ears.

‘Mad? Why would I be mad?’ Bucky steps closer, peering up into Steve’s face, ‘Steve, why would I be mad?’

‘I lied to you?’

‘You didn’t,’ Bucky says, shaking his head, stepping even closer, lifting a hand up under Steve’s chin and lifting it from where it’s burrowing in between Steve’s collar bones, ‘You told me your name was Steve-Steve Rogers, was that a lie?’

Steve huffs a surprised laugh. ‘No.’

‘Then when did you lie?’

‘I didn’t tell you, I knew you didn’t recognise me, and I didn’t say anything.’

‘Listen, Stevie, if I went around telling everyone that didn’t recognise me, that I was a guest mechanic on that show one time where they custom build motorcycles for people who have too much money, I’d look nuts.’

‘Yeah but-’

‘No buts. It’s your job right?’

‘I mean, in a very simplified sense, yes.’

‘Uh huh, well, let's be real simple, you’re a superhero, I’m a mechanic,’ Bucky moves so close to Steve that his chest is pressed up against Steve’s. Steve can feel his heart beat through the point where their bodies meet, ‘we’re married, and we get to spend the rest of our lives figuring out if it's crazier to be married to a guy who gets emotional over a cracked magneto rotor or a guy who fights crime for a living.’

‘It’s not really crime-’

Bucky puts a palm over Steve’s mouth to muffle him. He’s looking at him with the sort of fondness that Steve has never known. Has only read about. And then his mouth quirks, and his eyebrow lifts and his gaze switches from warm to hot as he crowds into Steve’s space. ‘Steve, shut up and kiss me, okay?’

Steve doesn’t waste any time. He grabs Bucky by the thighs, flips them around and lifts him against the wall.

Bucky’s legs wrap around Steve like its instinct and his arms fly up to grip Steve by the back of the neck. ‘Oh wow,’ he reaches up to meet Steve’s mouth as Steve reaches down to kiss him. ‘You can’t be real.’

‘I’ve been thinking the same thing about you all night,’ Steve whispers, breathing the words into Bucky’s mouth between kisses.

Steve can feel that he’s hard, and that his dick is trapped between them as he presses Bucky further and further into the wall. ‘Oh wow,’ Bucky says with a sharp intake of breath.

‘Sorry,’ Steve says, not pulling back far enough from the kisses to give the word any real feeling.

‘I think you mispronounced, “you’re welcome”,’ Bucky laughs, rocking his hips up against Steve’s erection and ringing a gasp out of both of them.

‘I need to get you up to the room,’ Steve says, trying to grasp at his self control, ‘need to get this elevator going again before they send a search party up here.’

‘I guess we can’t have you turning up on TMZ wrecking your new husband in an elevator, huh?’

Steve has to close his eyes to that image, to the idea of just ripping Bucky open against the wall like this, of tearing into him, biting and licking and fucking and taking and Bucky giving himself over. It’s so much, it's too much, and Steve has to pull back, has to count down from five to get some of his control back.

‘Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, we’re okay,’ Bucky is saying, not pressing into Steve’s space but keeping him grounded. Finding his feet and reaching out with one hand to Steve’s forearm, the other keeping him steady against the wall, ‘let's start it up again, get to the room.’

Steve keeps Bucky in his periphery as he leans over and depresses the emergency stop, starting the elevator up again with a lurch and a grind of gears.

He slides Bucky's palm down his forearm to lock their fingers together. ‘I’m good, sorry.’

He looks down at Bucky and Bucky is looking back at him. Not judging, not frowning. His face is soft and open, his smile small but real. The acceptance radiating off of him is tangible; Steve could run his fingers through the air and touch it.

He lets himself unclench, lets his body be at ease, leans into Bucky and rests his cheek on the top of Bucky’s head.

‘You know,’ Bucky says quietly, speaking the words into Steve’s shoulder again, ‘I’ve probably had too many cocktails for too much nonsense tonight anyway.’

And Steve hugs him tighter, wraps his arms around him to pull him impossibly closer.

‘Maybe we should do some investigating, once we get to your room, find out who gets which side of the bed, and which one of us is the blanket hog.’

‘It’s going to be you,’ Steve says, just as quietly, his words landing in Bucky’s hair.

‘Probably.’

‘I run pretty hot though, I should warn you.’

Bucky pushes up to tilt his head back, to reach up and press a soft kiss to Steve’s lips, ‘I bet you do.’ when the elevator slows to a stop and dings, the doors opening to the tenth floor.

It’s quiet, and the lights are low, and Steve feels calmer, his panic receding. He leads Bucky to the suite that Tony organised for him, too much for just Steve, but probably just right for the two of them. Just fancy enough for a wedding night.

‘Holy shit,’ Bucky says spinning around as he follows Steve inside, ‘this is some room!’

‘It’s a bit much’

‘It’s amazing!’ Bucky is busy walking around and looking into the corners, poking his head into the bathroom, ‘Fuck a duck,’ he looks back out at Steve, ‘your shower is bigger than my apartment!’

‘Can I get you anything?’ Steve asks, in lieu of finding a non awkward way to discuss the size of his ridiculously ostentatious hotel room. There are a million tiny bottles of alcohol in the minibar, though Bucky’s probably had enough (the implications of that are for Steve to worry about tomorrow). All sorts of food and snacks that he’s been too scared to open, lest they cost Tony a small fortune, but he’d be happy to open them for Bucky.

Bucky comes back over from his tour of the room to stand by the kitchenette with Steve. ‘Um water?’

‘Sure.’ He pulls a bottle from the mini fridge and opens it, hands it to Bucky who drinks it down and sits the empty bottle on the counter. ‘Hungry?’

Bucky peers up at him and shakes his head. He looks over at the giant bed, back to Steve, and then to the remote on the nightstand.

‘Okay. Idea.’ He grabs Steve by the hand and pulls him over to the bed. ‘We pick the cheesiest movie we can find, get under the covers, and order ice cream.’

Steve could cry, it's everything he needs (not what he wants, but he doesn’t trust himself, his body, his control right now). Honestly. ‘Okay.’ He crawls onto the bed next to Bucky and shows him which button elevates the TV up out of the bench at the foot of the bed.

‘Whoa.’

Steve has to admit that it’s pretty cool.

And it's much nicer when he has someone to share it with.

Bucky fluffs a bunch of pillows and places them against the bed head, sits himself up against them and burrows down into them. ‘You coming?’

Steve nods his head. He pulls off his shirt and folds it up, places it on the armchair next to the bed, holds his hand out to take Bucky’s as well. ‘Pants too,’ Steve says with a smile. Only half wanting to get to snuggle up to all that soft smooth olive skin, and half wanting to make sure Bucky is comfortable.

Bucky rolls his eyes with a smile and shuffles around until he has his clothes off, passes them over to Steve who folds them and puts them with his own. Matching t-shirts folded together.

He looks down at his ring and feels that now familiar skip of his heart.

It's real.

He could have this every day.

Someone to snuggle up to. Someone to fall asleep with. Wake-up to.

He takes his own pants off and places them on top of the pile, sliding in under the covers next to Bucky and reaching an arm around to pull him close.

‘What are we watching?’

‘Alright, don’t be mad, but there’s a Murder She Wrote marathon…’

‘And you like this show?’

Bucky nods.

‘Then it’s perfect,‘ Steve says. Leaning back into the pillows. ‘Tell me everything I need to know.’

He doesn’t mean to, but the sound of Bucky’s voice, the lull of the soft light and the background noise, the warmth of Bucky’s body pressed against him… it's like the ultimate comfort. For the first time in as long as Steve can remember, he feels his eyes closing, he feels his mind quietening, he feels his body settle into rest.

If Bucky regrets this, if he wakes up and realises this was a drunken mistake, if he changes his mind for whatever reason, Steve will have still had this night. He will have had this peace.

He’s going to steal it now. Not borrow trouble. He’s going to lie back and let this be his. Even if it’s just for one night.

And Bucky’s voice, his warmth. They have him believing that it might be forever. Something about Bucky just makes Steve believe.

In love at first sight. In soulmates.

In Happiness.

He tightens his hand around his husband. His husband.

And he sleeps.

No dreams. No nightmares.

He sleeps.

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itsadamcole · 4 years ago

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the christmas work party

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader's work Christmas Party doesn't go as she expected it to ...

word count: 3.1k+

warnings: angsty (kinda), dirty talking, smut

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You sit at a table with come co-workers, laughing and chit-chatting. The annual Christmas party that your office usually threw is something you've looked forward to every year, and this year is no different.

They have the best caterer so the food tastes amazing. The free drinks are always a plus too, but you've never drunk much at these events.

The evening goes on pretty much uneventful, until about eleven.

"Excuse me," you say, getting up from the table. "I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be back shortly."

You take your clutch and walk toward the bathrooms. You do your business, even fixing up your makeup and smoothing out your red gown.

There's a dress code at the Christmas party every year. Last year was ugly sweaters or ties. This year, it's formal attire, but it has to be red.

So, you went shopping last week and found the dress you're currently wearing. You found a red satin dress with a slight v-neck. The top of the dress, from the waist up, hugs your body and pushes your breasts up slightly. A sparkly silver belt sits on your waist, adding some extra color and a little sparkle to the dress. The skirt kind of flares out. The best part? The dress has pockets.

As you leave the restroom, you hear a voice in one of the conference rooms. It's your boss yelling and screaming.

"I don't care if it's not done!" he yells. "It's due tomorrow at 9 in the morning. Get it to me or else your ass is gone."

There's a slam then a sigh.

Your boss isn't the nicest person. As a matter of fact, he rarely cares for anyone but himself and this business. He never shows emotion toward his employees, unless it's anger or annoyance. You've seen both. It's not very pretty for someone who's nickname is 'Prince Pretty', but that's usually only about his looks.

Before you can leave the hallway, the door opens and you quickly turn to leave.

"What are you doing here?" you hear come from behind you.

Putting a confident look on your face, you turn toward Tyler Breeze and say, "I was using the restroom, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler walks up to you and asks, "I mean, what are you doing here? At the party. Don't you have files you need to go over before our meeting on Thursday?"

Confused, you say, "I'm not allowed to come out when I have to go over files?"

Your boss says, "Not when this meeting is one of the most important in your entire career. It's important to make sure you have every detail down."

This is the annoyance that Tyler always shows. He's not holding back.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, "You doubt my skills if you think that I won't have every detail memorized before the meeting on Thursday. It's still four days away, and I've already gotten through half if not most of the files. I apologize for coming to the office Christmas party, sir. It won't happen again."

You roll your eyes and turn to walk away until Tyler's hand grips your upper arm. He turns you back to him and you find yourself standing extremely close to Tyler Breeze.

"I didn't appreciate the tone that you just had with me, Miss L/N," Tyler says, staring down at you.

Smirking, you say, "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" This sounds very much like a challenge. It'll be surprising if he doesn't fire you right here, right now.

Tyler eyes you up and that's when your heart begins to race in your chest. You're standing very close to him, almost too close. You don't know whether to push him back or let him get out whatever he's feeling.

He gives a laugh and says, "That sounds like a challenge, Y/N. I do like a good challenge." He smirks at you and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

The action alone is enough to make your core begin to ache. The ache catches you off guard and you bite your lip. You stare up at Tyler and say, "You would, wouldn't you?"

Before you can react, you're sandwiched between the wall and Tyler's body. You look up at the much taller man.

Tyler says, "I hope no one's told you already how nice you look in that dress."

You've received a compliment or two tonight from some of your close work friends, and that's why you tell Tyler. "A few people have, yes," you say. "Maybe if you weren't hiding out and yelling over the phone then you might've been the first."

It would be a lie if you said that you didn't find Tyler attractive. He's very good looking and you know that's how he gained the nickname Prince Pretty. His personality is a huge turn off though since he's a jerk most of the time.

"I may regret not being the first person to compliment you," Tyler admits.

He's never said anything like that to you before. You've never received a compliment from him before. You're shocked.

You stare up at Tyler and you say, "I've never heard you give a compliment to anyone. Especially not to me. As a matter of fact, you've only talked to me when I've done something wrong so I don't understand what's going on right now, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "I may be overstepping a boundary when I tell you that I've always found you attractive. The alcohol that I have been drinking has given me some courage to say this to you. I apologize if this comes off as overstepping. If I have acted like a jerk toward you, I also apologize for that."

"You've only acted like a jerk to me since I was hired, and that was seven months ago," you explain. "You really expect me to forgive you just like that, but it won't happen."

He says, "I don't expect it to happen, especially after I do this."

Before you can ask what he means, he leans down and kisses you. You gasp, not expecting him to kiss you. Yet, you kiss him back before you can stop yourself. His hands are on your waist, pushing you harder against the wall before pressing himself against you.

You grasp onto Tyler's jacket, which is a burgundy color with a black collar. He wears burgundy pants and a burgundy tie with a black button-up. You pull him closer to you, well, you pull him as close as you can with your clothes on. You want to be closer to him.

Tyler Breeze may be arrogant and a jerk, but he's an attractive man and it's been a very long time since you've had sex. Maybe having sex with your boss isn't the best idea but it's not your worst idea either.

He pulls away from the kiss since you both need to catch your breath. He's not that bad a kisser, and you wouldn't mind kissing him again.

"I should have asked if that was okay," he says. "I'm sorry."

You lean up and peck his lips before you say, "Stop saying sorry. I don't forgive you for treating me terribly for the past seven months but you can start making it up to me."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "We better take this to my office then."

You nod and say, "I can agree to that."

He takes your hand and walks off to the elevator. You're on the second floor, and Tyler's office is on the seventh. You'd be far away from everyone and no one would hear you.

Once on the elevator, Tyler's lips are on yours. He undoes his tie but leaves it hanging around his neck. Your hands are in his hair as your lips move roughly against Tyler's.

The elevator ascends to the seventh floor, and the kiss doesn't break until the doors open. You walk down the hallway to Tyler's office. His fingers are intertwined with yours as you hold up your dress with your other hand since he's walking pretty quickly and you're trying to keep up.

Tyler unlocks the door to his office and lets you walk inside. You've never been in here. You've stood at the door but have never been invited in, and for some reason, you think that you'll be invited in more often.

The door locks behind you and you turn to look at Tyler. He pulls off his tie and his suit jacket before walking over to you.

"So what am I allowed to call you?" you ask, curious as Tyler presses you against his desk.

He laughs and says, "Let's start with Tyler tonight. We can work on other nicknames later." Tyler sends you a wink and you can't contain a giggle.

Tyler's fingers hook onto the sleeves on your shoulders and you look down, watching as he pulls the sleeves down.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Tyler presses kisses to your collarbone and neck.

His hands are on your waist for a second before they slide up to your back, and he works on unzipping your dress.

"I hope you have protection," you sigh out as Tyler trails kisses up to your jaw.

Tyler says, "Relax, princess. I have it covered."

He brings your lips to his as he pulls off your dress. The dress pools at your feet, revealing only a pair of lacy red panties underneath.

His hands roam your body as his tongue roams into your mouth.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be standing half naked in front of Tyler Breeze with his tongue in your mouth. Yes you've fantasied about this because he he decently attractive, but you never thought it would happen to you of all people. He's you boss, and this should feel wrong. It doesn't feel wrong at all.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning Tyler's shirt and untucking it from his pants as your tongues battle for dominance. You step out of your dress and kick it somewhere in the dimly lit room. You kick your heels off as you pull Tyler's button up off his body.

Tyler pulls back from the kiss and reaches behind you, knocking things off his desk. You leave kisses to his neck and jaw as he does.

He reaches down and lifts you up by your thighs so you're sitting on his desk. His eyes run up and down your body, his fingers run from your chest, down between your breasts and your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles under his breath. His words make your heart skip a beat and you're overcome with a wave of confidence.

You reach down and start to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off of him. Your eyes are on his as you start to unbutton his pants. You look as you push off his pants.

The room is dimly lit, but you can clearly see a huge bulge in Tyler's boxers, and it makes your core ache.

You lick your bottom lip and look back up at Tyler. "Hope you're liking what you see," he says, a smug smirk on his lips.

Your fingers run down his chest and stomach as you say, "I'd like it even more if I could see what's in the boxers." A smirk forms on your lips.

"Eager, hm?" Tyler teases.

You lean up, your lips inches away from Tyler's as you say, "I'm waiting to see what you've got."

Tyler takes that as a challenge and stands you up, turning you around. He leaves kisses on the back of your neck and he says, "I'll show you everything I've got, princess." You can hear the smirk on his face as he literally rips off your panties.

Before you can say anything, Tyler's cupping your core. You gasp and close your eyes.

It's been so long, two years, since you've last had sex of any kind. It's been so long since you've been touched.

Tyler's fingers rub your clit slowly, teasing you. You bite your lip to hold in a moan as you bend yourself over his desk.

Finally, after an eternity of teasing you, Tyler slips a finger inside of you. He moves it slowly, making you gasp and let out a stifled moan. You grip onto the edge of his desk.

His finger speeds up and he eventually adds a second then a third finger. Moans escape your lips even though you try to conceal them.

Tyler pulls his fingers out before you can come. You whine and pout.

"Patience," is all he says. You hear movement behind you and when you look behind you over your shoulder, you see him stepping out of his boxer shorts and his erect member free.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his length and your jaw drops a bit. You've never seen anyone so big. It turns you on.

He kicks your feet apart and runs his tip through your soaked folds. You moan softly and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need me to stop, tell me," Tyler says. "I'll stop."

You sigh, "I don't want you to stop. I never want you to stop."

Tyler smirks before he quickly grabs a condom from his drawer, leaving the box out on his desk. He opens one of the tiny packages before sliding the contents on himself.

He positions himself at your entrance before he pulls one of your legs up so it rests on his desk, giving him more access to your core.

After a second, he slowly begins to thrust into you. He moves shallowly and slowly. You're biting your lip as you try to contain your moans.

His thrusts speed up every few movements, his length going deeper and deeper inside of you. He keeps a medium pace until he's fully inside you. When you've officially taken all of him, he begins to thrust roughly and quickly into you.

Your moans are loud and you're head is thrown back. No matter what you do, you can't quiet down, especially not after Tyler begins to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. Your knuckles are white from grasping onto the edge of the desk.

Tyler's hands are on your waist as he moves hard into you. Grunts and groans come from him as he thrusts.

That's when it hits you. You're being fucked on your boss' desk, by your boss, and it feels so right. It shouldn't but it does.

You get the urge to kiss Tyler. You push up and hold yourself up with your arms. You look behind you and use one of your hands to pull Tyler into a kiss.

The moans don't stop while your tongue is down Tyler's throat. As a matter of fact, they get louder because he begins to hit your g-spot.

"Oh, God," you moan between kisses. "Oh, Tyler. Don't stop. Please."

A smile of satisfaction spreads on Tyler lips.

You feel a knot form in your stomach and your walls begin to clench around Tyler.

He realizes this and says, "You gonna come for me, princess? Hm?"

Nodding, you almost scream, "Yes, I'm gonna come for you. Let me come."

Tyler says, "Come."

Then you do. More than you ever have before. Tyler releases as you do. You're both gasping for air as you come down from your highs.

You thought the night would end right there, but it didn't.

As a matter of fact, you had sex with Tyler all over his office. On top of his desk, against the wall, on the sofa, on his desk chair, and even against the window. You don't leave the building until the sun has begun to rise.

***

A few weeks pass. You haven't told anyone about the night in Tyler's office. You could be fired if anyone found out. You have been having some fun though. You wear some revealing clothing to work occasionally to tease your boss, which occasionally causes the two of you to have secret sex in Tyler's office.

It's been three weeks since the Christmas Eve party, and you've been called into Tyler's office.

He sits at his desk and he looks dead serious.

"What's going on, Mr. Breeze?" you ask. "Have I done something wrong?"

Sometimes he'll call you into his office for sex, or even just a blowjob or make out session. He looks more relaxed when he does. He looks super serious, and you wonder if you're about to be fired.

Tyler says, "We've been working together very often for the past few week, and a position as my personal assistant as opened up. I figured I'd offer you the job since we've been working together for the past few weeks."

Your eyes widen and you say, "You better not be hiring me as your assistant because we've had sex."

He says, "As much as I've enjoyed the sex, that's not the reason why. You've shown me how skillful you can be and how resourceful you are. Anyone would kill to have you as their assistant. This is a promotion, Y/N. It's up to you if you want to take it. I understand if you wouldn't want to, given our current relationship."

You think about it. Working as Tyler's assistant wouldn't be a terrible thing. He pays his assistants well, almost $30 an hour. You'd get to see him everyday, and there would probably be some other perks.

If anyone found out that you and Tyler have been sleeping together, it might look really bad. It might look like you've fucked your way into this position. Hundreds would kill to be Tyler Breeze's assistant, just for the pay alone.

You stare across the desk at Tyler and say, "Yes, I'll take the job."

He smiles and says, "Welcome to the team. Although you've basically been part of the team for a while."

Glancing back at the door and after seeing it's closed, you get up and walk around his desk. You lean against the desk in front of him and he stares up at you. "As long as you didn't hire me just so I'd be closer to you for sex then I'm happy to be here," you say.

Tyler's eyes are on you and he says, "The sex is just one of your many new job perks." He stands up and presses you against his desk. "I'd also like to take you out, on a real date. How's dinner tonight sound? I'll make the reservation."

You smile and nod, saying, "I'd very much like that."

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forged-through-trials · 4 years ago

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The following day, we hit up Mach-Na again, as she seemed to be a great source of info about Cheydinhal. Irritable, sure, but informative. Mach-Na: "Are you actually going to buy something, today?" Trials: "No, no... we're just curious about what the words is around town." Mach-Na: "Ugh... I need to start charging for gossip! "Well, have you heard of Rythe Lythandas?" Trials: "'Right Left-Hand-Us'?" Mach-Na: "...close enough. "He's possibly the greatest painter in all of Cyrodiil." Trials: "When I get a house, I'll be sure to give him a call." Mach-Na: "...no, not that kind of painter. He does landscapes. "Sadly, he's gone missing. His wife, Tivela, is beside herself with grief." Trials: "I'd ask why the town guard aren't looking for him, but after my last job, I know exactly why they haven't. Chances are Ulrich never thought to fine people for going missing." Mach-Na gave us some directions, so we legged it over toward the Lythandas home. It was decidedly large and posh, as one might expect from a career-artist. The door was unlocked, so Ruin and I let ourselves in, announcing our entrance to the lady of the house. Trials: "Greetings. I'm Forged-Through-Trials, and this is my associate, Ruined-Tail." Ruin: "Greetings, madam." Tivela: "...well, apologies, strangers-who-barged-into-my-home, but may I ask you a favor? "It seems my husband, Rythe, has gone missing, and I just don't know what to do." Ruin: "I... question the reasoning of asking two strangers who waltz into your home uninvited for help in this matter." Trials: "Well, who else is she gonna ask? The town-guard who will fine her for disturbing their nap?" Ruin: "...point taken." Trials: "Anyway, Ms. Tea-f'er-ya Lift-And-Bust--" Tivela: "...close enough." Trials: "--we actually stopped by because we'd heard he was missing. I'm something of a traveling mystery-solver, and happy to put my skills to the case!" Tivela: "I thank you for your kind offer, madam. "Yes, Rythe likes to work in his studio with the door locked, so no one can disturb him. He usually comes out to eat dinner and sleep, but two days ago, he didn't come out at all. When he hadn't left his studio for a whole day, I used to key he gave me for emergencies to open the door... and he was completely gone! "I'm sure he never left that room. So I have no idea where he's gone. Please, help me find Rythe. I love him dearly, and I am so worried!" Trials: "Oooh, a Locked Door Mystery. Never had one of those, before. "But worry not, ma'am. I'm on the case!" Tivela offered me the key to Rythe's studio, bidding that I hurry to find her husband. Accepting the key, I turned toward the studio, unlatching the door and stepping inside.

Huh, so this is where the "magic" happens? Where Rythe does all of his work that has made him famous across Cyrodiil? Seems a little cramped, to me, but those paintings leaning against the wall spoke to his talent and ability. The narrow setting sure didn't hamper him any. I took a little look around. Nothing jumped out at me right away as being any kind of evidence. There were just a bunch of art supplies laying around, and not even so much as a sign of a struggle. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something. I looked to find that painting sitting on the easel. Ruin was occupied consoling Tivela, so I stepped into the room to investigate, and thought that I had seen the face of that painting ripple as if it were the surface of a pond. I stepped up, and drew even closer still, reaching a hand out to touch the face of that painting, and...

Well, let's a-go! After the strange, white void, my eyes cleared to reveal a foresty meadow. Though something was very... off about this place. From the way the ground felt, to the look of the rocks, the trees, the leaves... leaves? Those aren't even leaves! They're painted on! Where the heck was I? This place was like something out of one of my Akaviri Picture-Books! It was about then that I noticed I was alone. Ruin hadn't followed me in. Maybe he hadn't seen me get sucked into the painting, and was right now wondering what had become of me. I wasn't alone for long, though. As I was still trying to acclimate to the bizarre landscape, a fairly dressed Dark Elf approached me.

Rythe: "Where did you come from? You look real enough. You must be from the outside! Oh, thank goodness someone finally came!" Trials: "Whoa, are you Ripe Lasagna?" Rythe: "...close enough. "While I'm overjoyed to see a friendly face, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." Trials: "Salmo the Baker is discontinuing his famous Sweet Rolls?" Rythe: "...okay, maybe not that bad. "No, we're stuck here. Sorry to break it to you like that, but if it wasn't for that annoying thief, we wouldn't be in this predicament!" Trials: "IDidn'tDoEet!" Rythe: "What? No, not you! It was a different thief. "I was in my studio, when a Bosmer wearing dark clothing accosted me. Before I could call for help, he knocked me unconscious." Trials: "Very rude of him." Rythe: "How do you think I feel? "When I came to, I found that the door to my studio was still locked, and that the thief had snatched my paintbrush. That's when I saw it." Trials: "You mean the void of white with the hollow star-shape in it?" Rythe: "No, that came later. What I saw was something on the canvas of my painting that I hadn't put there. It looked somewhat like a troll, but it was badly done. Then it hit me!" Trials: "The Bosmer again?" Rythe: "No, it was the realization that the Bosmer must have leapt into the painting, then painted guardians inside to protect himself using the Brush of Truepaint!" Trials: "Whoa, slowdown. What the heck is the 'Brush of Truepaint'?" Rythe: "I knew the secret of my success would be revealed one day. I can tell you all about the Brush, if you like." Rythe regaled me with the tale; in the war of 3E 396, his father was a soldier who was injured when an errant fireball exploded near him, costing him the use of both arms. A painter before being conscripted into the war, it seemed his career was over. But he prayed night and day to the Divine Dibella for some way to express his artistic side once more. And I guess because Dibella is not the goddess of growing new arms, instead she gave him a paintbrush woven from her own hair. The magic of the Brush allows the painter to step inside of a canvas to paint objects to life size. Though 'paint' is not quite accurate, since all the user has to do is think about what they want, and it will appear. The Brush of Truepaint was then passed down to Rythe from his father, and is the source of Rythe's talent and fame. Trials: Deadpan. "Oh. So you're a phony." Rythe: "...I mean, yes, but you shouldn't say it like that." Trials: "Oh well. Truth be told, I've been all Fake It 'Til I Make It since I first arrived in Cyrodiil." Rythe: "...faking it?" Trials: "Oh, yes. I'm an alcoholic ex-slave who gets by mostly by the fact that I'm harder to kill than I look. I honestly can't believe people keep giving me jobs. Or that I keep pulling wins outta my butt." Rythe: His face paled. "Oooohh that doesn't inspire confidence." Trials: "About as much confidence as I have in your art-skills." Rythe: "Right. Any port in a storm, eh? "We need to get the Brush back, which means you're going to have to get past the thief's Painted Trolls. I cannot do it. I am not a warrior." Trials: "What about the thief himself? Anything I need to worry about with him?" Rythe: "Thankfully, that problem solved itself. I heard him scream not long after I arrived. The trolls that the thief painted seemed to have turned on their creator and killed him. He didn't know the Brush had its risks." Trials: "Well, sucks to be him." Rythe: "The creatures now roam loose all over the forest and in the clearing where I was still working. The Brush is on the body of the Bosmer Thief, there. "Here, take these bottles of turpentine. They may help." Trials: "...unless we're making gut-rotting moonshine, I don't see how. But thanks, I guess."

On second thought, everything here is made of paint, right? So maybe this turpentine could be useful after all! I could... pour some on the rocks to melt them... nah, no, what would I do with melted rocks? I guess the best alternative would be to pour this stuff on my weapons to give them a little extra bite against the trolls.

I dipped my arrows in the turpentine, and upon spotting one of the trolls, let the poisoned arrow fly. It worked like a charm, and the Troll went down in one shot. Guess I owe Rythe an apology. The rest of the trolls went down in similar fashion. That turpentine went a long, long way... meaning it would probably make some really powerful moonshine if I can save any.

A hop and skip through the painted forest later, and I'd found the 'clearing' Rythe spoke of. It wasn't so much a 'clearing' as it was a space that looked unfinished. It was quite strange to look at, and even stranger to walk on. The texture of the place was not unlike one might imagine from a canvas. Once the last Troll was downed, I was able to advance onto the corpse of the Wood Elf thief. It only took a little bit of rifling through his pockets to retrieve the Brush. I took a minute to admire it; it looked so much like an ordinary paintbrush, but it apparently was some kind of amazing, enchanted Aedric Artifact. What're the odds that I would run into something like this? Well, now to get it back to Rythe. A short walk through the painted forest later, and I'd returned, Brush in hand, and quickly handed it off to the artist. Rythe: "You have the Brush? Excellent work, my friend." Trials: "Told ya I'd pull a win outta muh butt!" Rythe: "Certainly glad your bottom had at least one last 'win' to give. Now, I will paint the portal back home. Once it appears, you should go through first. Or you might be stuck in here forever." Trials: "Wait, before ya do, can you... paint me a meat-pie?" Rythe: "I can, but it would taste like paint." Trials: "Aww, lame!"

Rythe took the Brush and stepped a few paces away, drawing both the Brush and a pallet... for some reason. He already told me he doesn't actually need to wave the Brush around to make it work. I think he just felt like showing off. Whatever the case, after a few moments of waving the brush at empty air like a showy moppet, a window appeared, floating in the air. It looked like a painting of Rythe's studio. Once done, Rythe stepped to one side, and allowed me to pass first, and I quickly did so. I emerged from the painting back into Rythe's studio, right in front of a very shocked Ruined-Tail. Ruin: "Trials! Where have you been? I turned my back for one minute and you just vanished!" Trials: I grinned with cheek. "What're you talking about, Ruin? I never left this room!" Ruin: "..." He rolled his eyes. "You've got a weird story to tell me, don't you? Or you've been drinking again. Wait, that's it; you snuck off to drink didn't you?" Trials: I pouted. "Ruin! I'd never do that while on the job!"

Before I could explain myself to Ruin, Rythe rushed forward to meet his wife, the happy couple holding a just as happy reunion. Tivela: "Rythe! Oh, my love! You are home safe... I was so afraid." Rythe: "If it wasn't for my friend, here, you'd be right." Tivela: "This is wonderful! Now we won't miss my mother's birthday." Rythe: Deadpan. "Oh... goodie." He tried to force a smile, and turned to me. "Well, my mother-in-law not withstanding, I don't know how to thank you. You have a good heart to help get me back home. I'll never forget what you've done for me." Trials: "Hey, no problemo, my dude." Rythe: "If I may ask one last favor; please keep the Brush's existence a secret. If word gets around that I have it, I'm afraid more than a lone cut-purse will visit me." Trials: "Sure, my lips are sealed. Barring some extreme situation, like, say, if I find myself in a predicament where I desperately need an Aedric Artifact to help save the world, or something." Rythe and I shared a hearty laugh at that quip. Surely, nothing like that could ever possibly happen to little ol' me, after all!

Rythe gave me an apron as a token of his appreciation. Not the flashiest of gifts, but a fine reminder of my contribution to the arts. Also it's enchanted and thus, very valuable, so that's pretty nice! And thus I closed another case. The missing artist has been returned safely to his home and his loving wife, and Cheydinhal is richer for the adventure. I've probably tapped all of the info I can get out of Mach-Na, but I'd say chances are good the Fighters and Mages Guilds might have some work for me. And once those are out of the way, I still have the Thieves Guild job, and the Castle Vault, to hit, before I blow this town and hit the road once more.

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My tongue split,FAQ & Healing diary.

If you're reading this,you either specifically sought it out,of I half sarcastically linked you because you typing out the same series of answers gets annoying. At any rate,hello! I'm writing this in mid November,and I got my tongue split the 24th of October!

I posted the progress for about the first week,and this is a compilation post of all those updates,along with some photos! FAQ first. Then,a copy and paste of the Facebook statuses I made!

Can you do tricks?

Not really,no. Moving them individually is super rare from everyone I know,I've never seen it done. I can barely even roll my rs without a lot of practice.

Did it hurt?

No. The lidocane (numbing agent used with a needle) hurt a fuck ton. Then the very back suture a good amount. Swelling,and the last days with the stitches hurt but the procedure itself didnt!

Why did you do it?

I've wanted it since I was very young,I want a few "extreme" (to some people) body mods,and this was the first,to prove I could do it. I wanted to see exactly what it was like and how much my body could handle. And here we are.

Do things taste the same? Does eating feel the same? Can you feel your tongue the same?

Everything,EVERYTHING,is exactly the same.

***any question about kissing or nsfw nonsense**

I did not got the split for sexual enjoyment. Kissing is almost the same,just a bit more enjoyable. The person who I current kiss,has kissed me pre-split,and post split,and says it feels different,but basically the same? Giving oral is a little better but the novelty will probably wear off.

A word of advice is that if you're anticipating the split,be prepared for the same shitty gross questions forever.

Healing diary!!!

(Here's me and my artist!)

Day 1!

About 45 minutes of sitting with my mouth open,but I barely felt the pain until that night. Swallowing was nearly impossible,but I managed some ibuprofen and water as much as I could. I had a cup for what didn't make it,and drool.

I tried to drink water and coughed swallowing and spit it on the floor.

I fell asleep on the ride home and it wasn't sobbed after ibuprofen. I do feel a small headache,and jaw ache.

I'm a little worried about removing my stitches since he said its easier to find someone to help,but,tomorrow will probably be the worst one.

Also for those of you who are curious,once my stitches are out,its not noticeable unless I stick my tongue out. I know tons of people with it done,and it doesn't effect very much lol.

Day 2

Sleeping wasn't terrible,gross but not awful. I actually slept longer than I normally do if you exclude waking up at 2 am for ibuprofen.

When i woke up,my tongue was double the size it was yesterday. I can't move it much now but I think my right side is my dominate side.

It doesn't hurt as much as it is just uncomfortable. I can't fully close my mouth and my glands are swollen so I've been icing my jaw a lot .

I purchased everything to make energy bursting smoothies but I'm a little scared to try them.

Last night I ate some warm soup,by which I mean,I drank vegetable broth I made.

Slurping is 10 times easier than bottles with the spout. Breakfast was an applesauce that took about 10 minutes to eat,and I crushed up some arnica in there.

I'm using a very watered down and alcohol free mouthwash,more so diluted then when I had any oral piercing.

Also using a saline solution. Both things actually alleviated a bit of discomfort.

This being said,not once have I thought "why did I do this" and I just can't wait to be all healed.

First set of stitches come out Friday,and the rest come out Sunday.

If anyone knows how to remove sturtures let me know! He said my mom should do it,but I know she will hate it.

I made a hearty smoothie,sans peanut butter so it wasn't too thick. Every sip I took I rinsed with water,or swallowed it all with water,to keep it from getting messy. It was hard,but I didn't really finish any of it. I also had a lot of ice.

Day 3

I barely slept last night. My tongue rubbed against My teeth so badly,I couldn't shut my eyes until I got the idea,at around 5 am,to put wads of papertowel in My mouth.

But. If my breath didnt stink beforehand that made it way worse.

Like I've never smelled something so foul,and that's INCLUDING the mouthwash rinses,salt water rinses,and brushing my teeth once a day.

But,my tongue isn't being exfoliated by food,or moving at all really,so.

I woke up twice,chugged some water,and did rinses and took ibuprofen for relief.

Once I was finally up (which undoubtedly means I'll nap a lot today) I immediately ate a smoothie. This time,with fruit I put I'm the freezer,making it much easier to drink,and with peanut butter and way moreeeee spinach since yesterday I only ate a little bit.

It aches. My teeth ache. My jaw aches. But its going away ,and apparently I'm over the the the the aches.

After eating,I'll clean,and then separate my sides,which makes me bleed a little bit,which is when I'll salt water rinse!

First set of stitches out tomorrow means a lot of relief....praise the heavens.

Day 4

Today,I took out stitches from the tips of my tongues.

I also drooled a lot less last night---but I slept on my couch (with a huge towel). I found its easier to sleep with my head up than it is to lay down,especially when you toss and turn like I do.

I haven't eaten yet,I'm not really hungry. Taking my stitches out was a hassle but,it feels like a relief? It kind of feels like I burned my tips. Someone said they lost feeling on their tips but I've only heard of that happening one time.

I'm less swollen today,but still judging that on if I can shut my mouth all the way,which I can't do comfortably.

I can't wait till Sunday!

It took nearly an hour to get these two stitches out completely, and all my medical friends are back home,so I think I'm going to go to urgent care. But if this feels this good with just two out I can't wait for the rest.

Less aching today,too. And there Isnt as much of a bad smell since my mouth can be shut more

Days 5,6,7

All of these days were about the same until day 7 when I got my stitches out at a local piercing studio called True Expression. That day I ate sushi and edammame and it was soooo weird to get used to it. The swelling lessened each day,but once the stitches were out everything was loads better. I had a bad lisp for the next 5 days after that,but its finally gone. I have had a bit of newgrowth pretty fast,but I separate most of it every day,and sleep with gauze in my mouth to prevent it. I still rinse,and didnt kiss,have dairy,spicy food, or alcohol until a full 14 days passed.

Moving it indivually is apparently next to impossible but none the less I have so much fun playing and practicing every day!

Hopefully any of this post helped! Feel free to ask anything I didnt answer!

#tongue split #healing diary #body modification #split tongue #tongue #bme #healing #art #tongue split healing

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