#they get wine drunk then cuddle on the nice plush couch

[rabdoidal]

POV: you’re a knight and the lord you were tasked with being a bodyguard to while you travelled across the continent together has to attend a shitty gala, but he doesn’t want to go without you, so instead he tells everyone he’s sick and gets wine drunk with you while he’s in the tub, and you’re both definitely queer but you’re so repressed that you still can’t figure out if he’s hitting on you or not

🛁 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🛁

[hailthegodsong]

STRAWBERRY DAIQUIRI

~ One Shot ~ Jake Kiszka / Drunk Female Reader

Word Count: +4.9k

Content Warnings: alcohol, drinking, being drunk, mentions of drunk driving (doesn’t happen though), drunk confessions/ decisions, desire/ flirtation, kissing, sexual advances, undressing, vomiting, gagging, fluffy fluffy/ caretaking/ respectful Jake.

“Okay girl, I did not realise you were gonna get this drunk,” Sara commented, taking your arm and pulling you away from the dance floor.

“Nooo,” you whined, trying your best to pull your body back to the space of flashing lights and music, but the intoxication had rendered your muscles useless, and your efforts futile.

Your friends had taken you clubbing as a birthday surprise. You usually weren’t too big on birthdays, or at least your own. You felt that a nice home cooked meal and a favourite movie was enough for a birthday activity, and that making too big of a deal out of it just wasn’t how you were brought up.

You also weren’t typically a party person, much preferring to spend your time cuddled up on the couch with a good book. Or cuddled up on the couch with Jake. Or both.

But tonight, after endless convincing, you were finally swayed to take the night off.

Work had been stressful lately, forcing you up at ungodly hours while you hunched over your computer in an attempt to make a start on the mess of work you had to sort through.

Jake was practically begging for you to go out by the end of the week, as seeing you stressed was the most painful thing for him to endure. And finally, you had agreed to ‘let your hair down for a night’.

Jake. Your absolute love. You had been dating for almost three years now, each day somehow better than the last as your love flourished like a garden of tender care and devotion. If anything was going to convince you to let off some steam and celebrate your birthday with your friends, it was going to be him.

You weren’t planning on getting drunk, as you usually preferred to sit on the sidelines anyways, sober and watching in amusement as your friends embarrassed themselves on the dance floor. In fact, you weren't sure if you'd had so much as a drink in all three years that you and Jake had been dating.

But somehow, in the midst of the night, one drink turned into two, and two turned into seven in a flash, carrying you through the dark and dizzy air of the club and straight onto the dance floor.

Hair stuck to the sweat on your face, and the straps of your little black dress fell off your shoulders as you danced shamelessly to the music that filled your ears.

Though, throughout the night you often caught yourself thinking of Jake. Wishing he was there with you.

As you danced, you wondered what he was doing in the same moment, and imagined him laying back on the plush cushions of your couch as he watched the TV. You imagined his ankles crossed as he rested his legs on the coffee table and you imagined the glass of red wine he would have poured for himself. You imagined how the liquid would pour past the glass and onto the soft flesh of his lips, and you imagined how the wine would seep past those lips and into his soft, delicious mouth. His skilled mouth.

“Hey guys, the Birthday Girl has had a bit too much to drink so we’re gonna head out,” Sara explained, pulling you from your wandering thoughts and you smiled at the sight of your friends, all sat around the table you had abandoned so early in the night.

Your eyes somehow caught the drink you were cradling before you had joined the dance floor, still half full, and before you knew it, you were downing the last few gulps of the fruity drink.

It slipped down your throat, icy and refreshing, and you were surprised that you could no longer taste the alcohol at all.

“No, no, no. No more for you,” Sara reprimanded, snatching the now empty glass from your clutches and setting it back down onto the table.

Begrudgingly, you said your goodbyes to your friends, before Sara pulled you out of the club.

The street before you twisted and turned, and you felt like the victim of one of those circus houses that throw your consciousness around in confusion and unbalance.

The feeling was familiar though, and you realised that you hadn’t been this drunk since high school.

Sara eyed you cautiously, laughing at your antics but still worried for your safety as she had never seen you get anywhere near this drunk. But she did find amusement in the way your eyes glassed over in intoxication, and the way your feet tripped over nothing on the flat concrete.

“I can’t wait to get in the car,” you announced, “M’feet, they so- it is so hurt,” you explained, unable to pick up on your mistakes as you fought to keep yourself upright. The street was spinning worse than before, and you wondered if maybe that half a drink before you left wasn’t such a good idea.

“I know girl, just a little bit further,” Sara encouraged.

When your balance returned, and you were able to focus on the other people walking down the street, you had a sudden flush of confidence. Feeling truly unstoppable, you came to the stark realisation that nobody cared what you did.

“It’s my birthday!” you yelled, arms flying into the sky and head tipping back in joy.

The world began to fall backwards, and you quickly felt Sara’s hands steady you, saving you from your inevitable collapse backwards.

Never one to turn down enthusiasm, Sara matched your energy to the fullest, “Hell yeah it is!” she yelled with the same excitement, whooping as she held onto your elbow tightly.

Sara helped you stumble into the car once you had made it there, and somehow talked her way through your drunk ramblings for the duration of the drive home.

“I want Jake,” you complained, head hitting the window painfully when you fell to the side to rest it, "Ow."

“Well good thing we’re nearly home then,” she said enthusiastically, making you instantly perk up.

“Oh yes, that’s the best,” you chirped, realising that the words that left your mouth were foreign, as you was unable to process or register what you were saying before you spoke them.

You tried to maintain your bearings for the rest of the car ride, willing away the occasional waves of nausea and focusing on your excitement to see Jake.

When Sara pulled into the driveway, you barely let the car stop before your seat belt was off and you threw yourself out of the car and onto the stone driveway.

You landed haphazardly, luckily still on your feet but sumbling nonetheless to the front door. Once you made the trek up the driveway to the front door, and regrettably realised you must have left your bag with your keys in the car, you reached up and knocked on the door repeatedly, unsure of how many times was the normal amount.

As the door swung open, and Jake’s face came into view, you fell forward into his arms, letting out a soft ‘ahhh’ as you inhaled his familiar scent.

“Woah,” he exclaimed, stumbling back at the unexpected impact, “Well hello to you too pretty girl, did you have a good night?” he asked with a chuckle, pulling away to look at your face.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

His face turned grave in a matter of moments when he glanced behind you to see the black car parked in your driveway, unable to see Sara who was collecting the contents of your handbag that had spilt over the passenger seat.

“Baby how did you get home? You didn’t drive did you?” His hands held your hips tightly and his face held a grave seriousness.

You snorted at his worry, “No, silly,” you laughed, reaching up and touching his nose with your pointer finger, “Boop!”

In perfect time, Sara slipped out of the car, and Jake physically relaxed.

“God, you scared me there for a moment,” he mumbled to you.

“Hey, here’s her handbag,” you heard Sara say as she made her way up the driveway.

“Thanks,” Jake said, taking the bag from her, “And thanks for looking after her. Do you know how much she’s had to drink?” he asked.

“Um hello! Im right here,” you announced, feeling left out from the conversation. Jake’s eyes dropped to your own and a playful smirk toyed at his lips.

“Sorry Baby, how many drinks did you have tonight, hm?” he asked. Thinking back, you had absolutely no idea, so you lifted your hand with what you thought was four fingers held it up in front of him. That seemed like a good enough guess.

Sara snorted from beside you, “You definitely had more than three. Maybe seven by the time we left?” she speculated, and your jaw hung slack at the news. You weren’t sure you’d ever drank that much in your life, as you were always a lightweight and were able to save yourself a couple of bucks by taking advantage of that fact.

“Seven?!” you exclaimed. Jake laughed and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you and thoroughly rubbing the skin on your arms to warm you up.

You hadn’t even noticed that goosebumps had littered your skin until that moment.

“Alright I’ll leave you both to it. Happy birthday girl, I’m glad you finally let yourself let loose,” Sara congratulated.

“Oh Sara, I love you so much,” you started, lifting your arms to take her in for a hug, your voice quickly turning wobbly.

“Oh no, no, no,” both Jake and Sara warned, creating more distance between you and her.

“Let’s not get into the drunken ‘I love you’s’,” Jake warned and Sara vehemently agreed, bidding her last goodbye before getting into the car and driving off.

You turned back around to face Jake slowly, a nervous smile playing at your lips as you took in his handsome features. Man he looked good.

“Do I, now?” he asked, and you quickly realised you had said it out loud.

“Mhmm. I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all night, Jakey,” you admitted, stepping out of his arms and leading yourself into the house. Jake kicked the door shut to keep up with you as you wandered down the hallway to the living room.

Once you were able, you bent over sideways and grabbed your shoes, practically ripping them from your feet and letting out a satisfied sigh when the first bare foot landed on the soft carpet below.

You hadn’t noticed Jake was holding onto your elbow to keep you steady until you came close to toppling over as you lost your balance while taking your left shoe off.

“Oops,” you giggled, smiling at him sheepishly.

To your unknowing, Jake was thoroughly enjoying himself. This was the first time he had ever seen you even slightly intoxicated, as you never ordered beverages when you went out together, and always opted for a water during meal times at home.

“Okay Baby, c’mon. I think you need to sit down,” he urged, pulling you away from your spot and to the couch.

You frowned when you looked up and he was gone, but he was quickly back again with a tall glass of water.

He sat next to you and put the glass in you hand, “Can you drink some of this for me, please?”

Jake watched in amusement as you stared at the glass, as if you were waiting for it to pour itself into your mouth. So, he unwrapped your fingers from the cup and brought it to your lips himself.

He tilted it slowly, as not to make you choke and also to allow you to control the amount you drank at one time.

You pulled away when you couldn’t drink any more, and Jake frowned at the amount that was left in the glass.

“Think you can try one more sip, Baby?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head, feeling too sleepy to do anything else.

He put the glass back on the table and brought his attention back to you, which made you very happy.

You brought your hands to his cheeks, and took in his features. Just as you’d expected, his lips were traced with deep purple stains from a glass of red wine and you had the deepest urge to taste it in his mouth.

“I missed you Jakey,” you admitted. With a sudden urge of confidence, you climbed onto him, throwing one leg over his lap so that you were straddling him completely. Like instinct, his hands found the sides of your thighs, and he sighed as you ground on his lap while staring into his eyes.

“Baby…” he started, but you interrupted him when you pulled him in for a kiss.

Just as you expected, he tasted of delicious red wine, and your personal favourite, he tasted like Jake. You hummed into the kiss, resting one of your hands on his chest and slowly dragging it downward, feeling your body flush with desire for the man sitting before you.

But, to your dismay, he pulled away with a grunt, “Okay Baby, that’s enough for tonight.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why?” You began to shrink away, insecurity and embarrassment creeping into your skin.

“Hey, hey, don’t get shy,” he started, pulling you back to rest your forehead against his. “You’re just a little bit too drunk for any of that fun stuff.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear delicately.

“But Jakeee,” you groaned, pulling your head away from his and fisting his shirt with your hands. “I want to, I promi-“ you were cut off my a loud hiccup. “I’m not even that drunk,” you added in a mumble.

Jake raised a brow at you, holding back a smile. “I’m sorry baby,” he lifted your hands what were holding his shirt and kissed your knuckles, “You’ve had too much. Tomorrow.”

You perked up at the promise of a reschedule, “You promise?” you asked eagerly.

“Of course, ‘s long as you still want it.”

“I will!” you chirped, making him smile.

“So, birthday girl,” he started, patting your legs, “What was the drink of choice tonight?”

“Hmmm let me remem-“ you were interrupted by another hiccup, but were too lost in your memories to even notice. “Oh! Strawberry da-da... darters?” you slurred the word, forgetting its name completely and trying your best to remember what it was called.

“Strawberry daiquiri?” Jake clarified, an amused smile on his face.

“Yes, that’s the one,” you confirmed. “Wa’sooo yummy.”

Jake hummed, “Sounds amazing, Baby, and you had… seven of those?” he asked in amusement.

You mumbled out an incoherent version of ‘I don’t know’, before collapsing onto Jakes body, snuggling into his warmth.

“Jakey you’re the best,” you slurred and you felt his chest vibrate beneath you.

He slid his flat palm up and down your back soothingly, “Alright Baby, I think it’s time we go to bed.”

Your head shot up, and the world spun violently in return, “Noo, I’m not ready.”

“I’ll help you get ready, sweet girl,” he offered, stroking away the hairs that had stuck to your face in sweat, a familiar motion that reminded him of playing live.

“Oh my God Jakey, I just re- remem- rememembered. How many ‘embers’ is is remem..” you trailed off in thought, and Jake giggled at your lack of coherency.

“What is it?” he asked.

“You need to call Josh. It’s urgent, I promise,” you warned, holding your pinky out to him, but accidentally poked him in the cheek in the process, “Oops sorry,” you giggled, stroking the poked skin with your thumb.

Jake watched you curiously, unable to follow your thought processes or rationality, “Why what’s happened, Baby?”

“It doesn’t matter just get your phone out it’s urgent! Josh need’a hear this,” you warned, and Jake began to wonder if something was seriously wrong.

He lifted his hips and fished his phone from his back pocket, quickly swiping through to get Josh’s contact up. He raised a brow at you before he hit ‘call’.

You repositioned yourself on his lap eagerly, needy to get the information out.

The phone rang a couple of times before Josh finally picked up.

“Hey Jake what’s up?” he asked.

“Joshy! It’s meee,” you sang happily.

Josh hesistated for a moment, clearly surprised that you were on the other end of the call instead of Jake, and by the clear levels of intoxication in your voice.

“Heyyy… is Jake there?” he asked cautiously.

“I’m right here Josh. She said she has something she really, really needs to tell you,” Jake said with amusement.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Josh asked, a playful tone lacing his words.

“Okay, okay. So get this,” you began laughing before you had even told the story. “When I-” you hiccuped. “When I went on the dance floor they played the song, you know the song we wanted to find out, the song and the singer, we didn’t know,” you tried your hardest to explain, struggling to structure your sentences properly.

Josh hummed, “I’m not sure I know which one you’re talking about…”

“Come on!! The song with the-“ you cut yourself off as you began to sing what you remembered as the melody.

Jake giggled and you heard Josh laugh on the other end of the phone.

“Oh yes! I remember now,” Josh said, and you were too intoxicated to recognise his sarcasm.

“Yes! Well it’s by… oh no I forgot again. His name started with a B though I think. Wait! No, it started with a M.”

Jake was trying his hardest to hold his laugh back, not wanting to discourage your happiness, but feeling absolute joy at seeing the love of his life finally letting your hair down.

You laughed, “Hah, oh well, I’ll remember another time.” You snuggled back onto Jakes chest, falling into a place of near unconsciousness as Jake and Josh spoke.

“Alright, see you later,” Jake said into the phone after a bit of conversation, making you jump up once again.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, feeling the sudden urge to let Josh know of the appreciation you felt towards him. Who knew what would happen between this moment and tomorrow?

“Josh you’re such a good brother and, and such a good friend, and I'm so grateful for- for... everything, and…” you trailed off, struggling to keep your composure, your voice wobbling in emotion.

“Never knew she would be such a sappy drunk,” Josh commented, speaking mostly to Jake, who agreed. "But thank you beautiful, you are the bestest friend that I could have.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes at his words , “You really mean that?”

“Jesus Josh, stop it she’s gonna start crying,” Jake warned with a laugh, stroking your hair.

You didn’t remember hearing them finish the call, and were startled when you found yourself standing with Jake’s arm around your waist, walking you to the bedroom.

You let him lead you inside, and bounced when he set you on the edge of the bed.

Exhaustion taking over, you flopped back onto the mattress, spreading your arms out beside you.

“I take it you’re not up for a shower tonight, my girl?” Jake asked, and you thought that you would probably faint if you were subjected to a shower.

“Noooo, I don’t want to shower. Pleaseee don’t make me,” you begged, staring up at the ceiling. Everything was spinning.

“It’s okay Baby, I’m not making you do anything,” he reassured. Jake came back over to you at the bed, setting a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt beside you to wear.

You craned your neck up to watch him as he kneeled before you, taking the delicate zipper of your bag and fishing through it for your phone.

Heat travelled up your neck at the sight of him, on his knees and focused, using his fingers to sort through your things. Guitar fingers.

Jake chuckled when you flexed and curled your toes beside his head, needy for attention.

“Okay Baby, up you get. Can you take your dress off on your own, or do you need me to help you?” he asked, taking your hands and pulling you to sit upright on the bed. The change in direction made your head spin, and your stomach tightened sickeningly.

You clenched your teeth, staring at the floor to try to regain your bearings, willing the feeling of nausea away, but Jake recognised the look on your face immediately. He had seen it too many times on his brothers faces over the years, and was quick to pull you to your feet.

With one hand in your back and the other on your arm, Jake rushed you to the bathroom that was luckily connected to your bedroom, muttering 'go, go, go, go,' under his breath. You practically collapsed onto the tiled floor in a daze.

Jakes hand flew to your forehead as you nearly smacked it against the toilet seat, "Careful, honey." His hand shot out of the way when you gagged into the toilet bowl.

You braced your hands on the sides of the toilet seat, dizziness making it look as if the toilet was spinning in nauseating circles.

“Jake…” you groaned, “I don’t feel good anymore.”

Jake raked his fingers through your hair, gathering it away from your face and holding it all in one grasp.

“I know, my love,” he soothed. He leaned over to the bathroom counter, fingers searching blindly for a hair tie that he knew you would have left there, listening to your heavy breathing and groans.

Just as he grabbed the hair tie, you retched hard, throwing up the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Like anyone else, you typically hated throwing up, but there was something different about being sick like this.

Maybe it was because you were too drunk to fully comprehend what was happening, but although you’d rather be doing anything else, it felt relieving to rid your stomach of the poison.

Still, you groaned at the burn in your throat.

Jake wrapped the hair tie around your gathered hair, and then reoccupied his hands to hold you steady, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and the other supporting your balance.

You gagged, and it was soon followed by another disgusting surge of vomit.

You groaned in discomfort. “I’m sorry I'm such a mess,” you apologised, tears springing at your eyes as you threw up again.

“Shhh,” he cooed, “It’s okay Baby, just let it all out.”

Jake sat with you through it all, slightly alarmed at the amount of liquid you threw up, and he wondered if you'd drank more than just seven drinks.

You groaned again, exhaustion taking over your body like a heavy blanket.

“‘M so tired Jakey. I feel like-” you hiccuped, “like shit.”

Jake frowned at your words, and soothed you as you threw up again. He whispered words of comfort into your ears, encouraging you to throw up as much as you could before you retired to bed.

“I wanna be sober,” you complained, slurring deliriously. You looked up at Jake’s face and frowned when it spun. Jake flushed the toilet, and stroked back the stray hairs that had fallen from your pony tail.

“I know baby, you will be, soon,” he continued soothingly stroking your back. “Think you can be sick just one more time? The more you get out now the better you’ll feel tomorrow morning,” he advised.

You turned back to the toilet and let yourself be sick again.

"Thats it, good girl," he cooed. As you retracted from the toilet, Jake had a wet cloth and wiped the sides of your mouth with it. You were too drunk to feel embarrassed.

Your hands had began to tremble, and Jake knew it was time for you to get to bed. He undid the messy pony tail he had made for you, and re-tied it into a bun, the same type that he did for himself when he needed it out of his face.

Jake got up to take your pink toothbrush from the pot, smiling at its positioning next to his own, and squirted toothpaste on it before running it under the tap.

He then came back down to your level, crouching in front of you and putting the brush into your mouth.

“Brush your teeth Baby, I’m going to get you some water,” he instructed, leaving you on the floor, dizzy and tired.

When Jake returned with a glass of water and two pills for you to take in the morning, he found you on the floor just as he left you, the toothbrush hanging limp in your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“Alright, I guess I’ll have to do this then,” he said bemusedly with a small smile. “You doing okay, Baby?” he asked as he gently brushed your teeth, careful not to go too far back in your mouth to avoid you gagging again.

You shook your head, and felt a line of toothpaste dribble out of your mouth and down to your chin.

Jake quickly wiped it away with the damp cloth that you had no idea he was holding and you nuzzled into his hand that was keeping your jaw steady while he brushed your teeth.

Once he was done, he helped you stand, supporting you under your arms, and pointing you towards the sink. You spat out the toothpaste, and lazily drank from the running tap, swishing the water around your mouth and spitting that into the sink too.

Jake took you back into the bedroom, and told you to stand as he walked behind you, fingers untying the lace of your dress.

He delicately pulled the straps down your arms, and the dress dropped to the floor, pooling at your feet. You shivered at the chill of the room that crept over your exposed skin as you were left in only your bra and panties.

"Bra on or off?" Jake asked, picking up the t-shirt he had picked out for you to sleep in. You recognised it as your favourite one of his.

"Off."

Jake unclasped your bra and it joined your dress on the floor.

"Arms up," he instructed, and you lifted your arms for him to drop the shirt over your naked body.

You began to tire even more, now that you were out of your uncomfortable bra and dress, and nearly collapsed when Jake pulled your panties down to the floor, helping you step out of them and into his boxers.

Finally, you were able to drag your feet to the bed, still feeling the heavy effects of intoxication as your limbs stumbled, and mind struggled to remember what had caused you to be in such a state.

Jake lifted the duvet covers and helped you into bed, though you flopped in with very little grace or care. He watched you and laughed, while he stripped from his clothes, only staying in his boxers to sleep, like usual. He crawled into the empty space beside you and switched off his beside light, leaving the two of you cloaked in complete darkness.

"Jake," you whispered, reaching for his warmth in the darkness.

"Right here, Baby," he assured, his body becoming known to your hands as he shuffled closer to you in the bed.

"I love you so much," you said, grabbing the first part of his body that you could find, which happened to be his arm and kissed it. "When we-" you hiccuped, "when we are awake, what- what will be the breakfast?" you asked, slurring, and tripping over your words.

"We can have whatever you want for breakfast, sweet girl," he reassured, pulling your body closer to his, and you became very aware of his bare chest against your face.

Puckering your lips, you began to kiss his chest, feeling desire return to your body. You wrapped a leg over his hip haphazardly, kissing up his chest to his neck, while your hands came to hold the sides of his ribs.

"Baby," he warned, as your kisses grew nearer and nearer to his face. You hummed questioningly in response, continuing your movements.

He cradled your cheek gently, lifting it from his neck and looked into your eyes earnestly, though you could't quite see through the darkness and spinning in the room.

He kissed your lips gently, but parted them too quickly for your liking, and you whined, pulling your body closer to his again.

"Baby, no. We aren't doing this tonight," he spoke gently, the sound of him whispering only heightening your desire.

"Please," you begged, and he shook his head.

"Tomorrow, remember?" he reminded, bringing his pinky up and linking it with yours. An empty promise, he thought, as he knew you would be feeling much worse tomorrow than you were now. That, and there was little chance you would even remember these moments in the morning.

"Okay, tomorrow," you whispered, content to just be with him in those moments.

Jake lay beside you in a state of adoration. He realised, that apart from the times you had been sick, you never let him care for you. You were an independent person, and being able to look after you in a state of intoxication had made him realise that the amount of love he had for you was almost frightening.

He sighed deeply at the feeling of comfort he felt with you enveloped between his arms.

"Goodnight, my sweet girl," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Mmfph,” you replied, and Jake chuckled, bringing you closer into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your body as you both drifted into a sleep of comfort and love.

[nixie-writes]

can I get some hcs for alastor husk and angel not a poly

for when their so stays the night with them for the first time

gender neutral please

of course you can! <3

Alastor

-it wouldn't be planned. He may have given you a little too much wine or perhaps it was too late for you to drive/walk home safely. Regardless of why, you were stuck with him for the night.

-he didn't really mind. He would offer you a book or a pre-cooked meal he had in the fridge. He'd make sure you had something to keep you busy. He may even play the piano for you if you ask nicely.

-he'd let you sleep in the guest bedroom for your own privacy. He made sure you had everything you needed, including a cup of cold water in case you woke up thirsty, and headed back to his room to read the night away.

-the next morning he'd send you off back home with a book to read; if you liked music he'd send you home with some of his favorite sheet music.

Husk

-he got plastered and needed help nursing an oncoming hangover. He usually managed alone but this night he clung to you like a needy child and begged you to stay, telling you if he was alone he'd die of a broken heart. He's so dramatic but you agreed.

-throughout the night you'd be in between doing your own thing and helping him vomit in the toilet. He probably drank enough to kill a small army.

-after he passed out drunk you went to bed yourself and slept on the couch near him in case he woke up sick. You had to keep rolling him on his side in case he vomited but eventually you fell asleep.

-the next day he woke up with a killer hangover and you had to help him with it throughout the morning but after he came back to his normal self he sent you home. He made you swear on your life to never tell anyone about whatever happened the night before.

Angel Dust

-he just wanted you to stay the night with him. He didn't have any special reason for you to, he was just lonely and wanted your company. He gave you that big-eyed stare you couldn't resist and you agreed to stay with him.

-he decided to throw a sleepover with you and grabbed his old DVD player with some flicks. He hooked everything up and put in some shitty comedy movie neither of you paid much attention to. You were much more busy trying to win Monopoly. Eventually Angel won.

-after the shitty movies and Monopoly Angel decided to break out stuffy cuddle time. He had a plush sloth that caught your eye and you two snuggled up. He didn't make any moves on you, he just wrapped you up in all six arms and eventually fell asleep with you.

-the next morning he was refusing to let you leave at first, begging you to stay a few hours longer. Unfortunately for him you had prior engagements for that day so you had to leave but you left him with a kiss on the lip and the sloth stuffy you cuddled with the night before.

[marlena-immortale]

Movie Nights

Summary: You and Thomas both have a crush on each other but are too nervous to make a move, until one day he finally works up the courage. (Based on these requests ⬇️) 

- Hi! Could you maybe write something about being roommates with Thomas, and you both have kind of fallen for each other, but don’t want to ruin the friendship so youre both too nervous to say anything? (Until of course, one of you can’t take it anymore and confesses). Thanks regardless!

- Would I please be able to request a Thomas fic where he and reader have been best friends forever and always secretly had a crush on each other, then finally confess their feelings? Then maybe it turns smutty 👀

CW: Not super smutty but a little spicy, just some titty touching and making out, mostly just cute fluff and mutual pining

Word Count: 1.5k

You and Thomas have been close friends for years now and, after you graduated college, you decided to move to Italy and Thomas offered to let you move in with him to the extra room in his apartment. And now, the two of you are inseparable. You’re always tagging along with him and the band when they go out, when you’re welcomed by all of them of course, and you and Thomas are joined at the hip the whole time. Strangers are always confusing you two for a couple and you both just laugh it off but you secretly don’t mind. In fact, you would absolutely love for it to be true. 

One night, you’re out at a party with Thomas and the rest of the band and you’re talking to Vic by the wall, watching Thomas dance out of the corner of your eye. 

“Honey, we can all see it,” Vic says when she sees you staring off yet again. Your attention is brought back to her, cheeks heating up. 

“See what?” you sheepishly respond. 

“We see you and Thomas always flirting with each other but both of you are too afraid to make a move,” Vic says with a smirk, leaning in close so no one else hears. 

You feel your cheeks heat up even more, realizing that everyone knows your little secret. You cross your arms in a vain attempt to protect yourself. “I- I do not flirt with Thomas. And he certainly does not flirt with me,” you stutter through. 

Just as you attempt to compose yourself again, you see Vic smiling at someone and look over to the direction of her gaze to see a smiley Thomas barrelling his way over to you two. Once he gets to his destination, he immediately wraps his one arm around your shoulder and the other around your waist. He was always super comfortable and affectionate with you so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. 

“Hey ladies, having fun?” Thomas says.

“Tons. I think I’ll leave you two alone now though,” Vic responds while already starting to walk off.

Thomas quickly stops her. “Wait Vic, stay! Don’t worry, we won’t do anything you wouldn’t wanna see,” he says with a wink in your direction. Vic raises her eyebrows and looks to you as if to say see I told you. You roll your eyes at both of them and watch as Vic shakes her head and smiles, walking away from you. 

You’re suddenly very aware of your surroundings, you get a little nervous. That’s not to say you mind being encased in Thomas’s arms, but he does get your heart beating a little too fast sometimes. Thomas notices you staring at him and pipes up, “you wanna ditch this place babe?”

He just called you babe. Your heartbeat now comes to a complete halt. But, he calls everyone babe right? You’ve definitely heard him call Damiano babe before, and maybe even Vic too if you think back. So this can’t mean anything. Right?

Thomas takes you out of your thoughts by holding you closer and asking, “well, is that a yes?” 

“Oh. Yes-uh- yeah let’s get out of here,” you somehow get out of your mouth. You don’t know why you’re so nervous all of the sudden, you’re not usually like this with Thomas. You try to shake it off as you walk together to your car. This party was interrupting one of your weekly movie nights so you spent the car ride discussing what movie you should watch instead. 

As soon as you make it home, you order delivery from your favorite pizza place and open a bottle of wine. You pour two glasses as he sets the pizza box down on the coffee table in the living room and turns on the movie you’ve selected. 

You bring the (way too full) glasses of wine and hand one to Thomas as you get under the soft, warm blanket with him. You immediately cuddle up to him, resting your head on his shoulder with your arm resting around his neck and his around your waist. You scooch back so your side is against his chest, halfway in his lap. He smiles and blushes when you snuggle closer and cheers your glasses.   

A few hours later, you’re both a little wine drunk and somehow have cuddled up even closer to each other under the blanket on the couch and you can feel each other's heartbeats racing. You look up at him and see that he’s already staring down at you, you ask, “Why aren’t you watching the movie?”    

Feeling incredibly bold from the wine, he says, “because you’re more interesting to look at”. You can feel the warmth in your cheeks rise and a smile appear on your face, but your nerves are still present. He could mean it in a friendly way, or it could just be a joke, you thought. 

You realize he’s being serious when you see a blush reach his cheeks as well and start to shift under you, trying to escape your grasp, thinking you don’t feel the same. 

“No, wait. What do you mean?” you say as you stop him from shifting away. 

“I-Uh-I  well… I mean I think you’re really pretty y/n,” he stutters. The tension between you two is suddenly palpable and you both are just sitting there not saying anything, staring at each other. 

You decide to say ‘fuck it’ and quickly finish your third glass of wine, pouring what’s left of it into your mouth, and grab Thomas’s glass from his hands before setting them both down on the table. You lightly grab his face, pulling him into a gentle kiss. He’s not kissing you back so you pull away to see his slightly stunned face. Thinking you’ve fucked up, you try to come up with words to apologize before he finally comes to his senses and goes back in for another kiss, this time filled with much more passion and intensity. His long fingers end up tangled in your hair at the back of your neck.

After a few seconds, you both pull back, breathless with dumb smiles on your faces.You start laughing all blushy and happy and Thomas join in, confessing, “I’ve wanted to do that since I first met you”. You’re both so relieved and you realize you could’ve told him a while ago and could’ve been kissing him long ago. You decide to make up for lost time and go back in for another kiss. Your hands find their home in his hair as you pull him in even closer. His plush lips massage your own as your tongue darts out to softly brush against his bottom lip. His hands make their way to your waist, and while you're both distracted by each other's lips and tongues, he fidgets his long fingers around the hem of your shirt, pulling and rubbing at it. 

“You want me to take it off baby?” you offer, noticing the nice feeling of his fingertips on your skin and wanting more. 

He gets somehow even more shy and cute, not even realizing where his hands were, and stares at you blankly for a moment before remembering to answer with a, “yes...please” and a nod. 

His puppy-dog eyes combined with his begging goes straight to your core and your breathing instantly gets heavier, not realizing how much you’d enjoy that. You smirk, keeping eye contact with him while slowly pull your top over your head and throw it to the floor. Your eye contact breaks as he shifts his eyes down to your bare chest. You get a little bashful when you see him staring and attempt to cover yourself with your arms before he grabs your wrists and says, “don’t cover yourself, you’re so beautiful”. 

You smile, feeling slightly more confident in your body seeing the lust in Thomas’s eyes. You lift yourself onto your knees and swing one leg around his hips to straddle him, sitting in his lap. You go back to kissing his lips before trailing them down to his neck, feeling his stubble scratching against your lips. His hands are hesitant and he doesn’t quite know where to place them so you help him decide. You take his big hands into your own and bring them to your newly revealed breasts, pressing them down and encouraging him to explore and play with them however he wants. He likes the little whimper he hears when his nimble fingers brush against your nipples so he does it again. Your lips make their way to the base of his neck and graze your teeth over the sensitive spot, hearing Thomas moan in your ear. 

You raise your head to look him in the eyes and see how flushed he’s become and just how pretty he looks in your arms. “Do you want to take this to my bedroom?” you ask. He nods his head and you both smile, getting up to walk together hand in hand. You can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face as you realize you finally get to spend every night in bed with Thomas now.

[pain-somnia]

‘cuffed

pairing: sasusaku rating: m (I cannot stress enough that the rating is for sexual content) disclaimer day’s notes: read this drabble here to see where the inspiration came from. It was supposed to stay as just something funny but there was slight demand for continued smut.

sorry for this long ass author’s note but I do want to preface this fic with a little bit of a warning: This fic in no way is a reflection of a proper real life BDSM relationship because of the lack of communication before the physical aspect of the relationship started. Before entering the scenario phase of a dom(me)/sub relationship, communication is vital for the safety of the sub. I actually have a tag that you can read through if you would like more information which you can read here. It is of course in no way a full list because of the tumblr purge but it's somewhere to get started.

This of course covers my headcanon that Sakura is a sub in all universes/relationships so if that isn't your thing, this may not be the fic for you. It also covers my dom!Sasuke headcanon, him teasing his wife at the end of Gaiden kind of set that off lol. Being a sub can be quite liberating and empowering in a proper relationship. Doms tend to spoil their subs, so if you ever run into a case where there are only punishments and no rewards, especially in the aftercare part, that's a big red flag. Subs hand that power over to the dom, the doms don't have it without a sub, and a sub can take it back whenever they want.

okay, enough PSA, here's the fic under the cut and I hope you all enjoy the smuff!

He ended up calling.

Sakura wasn’t entirely sure why he would considering their interaction didn’t exactly paint her in the best light, but he didn’t trash the receipt Ino had handed him and he called her.

Sasuke was much more of a gentleman than Sakura expected. He told her he “would break her” so she wasn’t expecting to be treated so gently.

He opened car doors and walked her to her doorstep, never trying to get past the door. Sasuke would text her, asking her how she was and offer to pick up something for her if she needed it. When they went out to the movies he let her curl up into his side and cuddled with her in the dark of the theater without letting his hands wander.

Sakura never had to argue with him about the bill at restaurants. He was always ready to pay for them both and if she snatched it from his hand to pay for them he would let her have her way. She got drunk once—really drunk—and she dragged him by his shirt into her apartment. Sakura woke up, completely dressed to Sasuke making her a light breakfast and a blanket and pillow on the couch, a sign of where he had spent the night.

The man even rubbed her feet when she had a long day and her feet hurt from the heels she wore to work. He would massage her feet, hands soothing the muscles of her calves as well, and then those hands wouldn’t wander higher than her knee.

It was nice to get spoiled for once, but their relationship started because she couldn’t contain her thirst and Ino took advantage of that. Sakura wished that Sasuke would do more with those strong hands. Put them in places she ached━for him to make her come apart.

It’s what she wanted. So why did she tense up at the clicking sound above her head and the feel of cool steel against her wrists?

Weeks of dating and Sakura wanted more.  She made herself cute and headed over to Sasuke’s apartment with a bag of groceries with the intention of wining and dining him with a home cooked meal in the comfort of his own home where they could be alone.

She liked when they were alone. As obviously sweet as he was to her, it was all done with such subtlety that it was like it wasn’t there at all. At least not in public.

Sakura liked that there was a Sasuke only she knew, a side of him just for her. But there were more sides that she wanted to discover.

Sasuke had barely finished washing up the dishes he insisted on taking care of on his own when Sakura got to tugging on his arm, pulling him toward the couch in the living room. She pushed him onto the plush three-seater and straddled his lap. Sakura was enjoying the languid kisses and the way Sasuke’s hands slid up and then back down her back. He smoothed them over her hips and grabbed her firm backside, groping her through her skirt. She loved being caged in his arms, feeling small and safe.

In one smooth movement, Sasuke stood up, easily lifting her in the process. He cradled her thighs in his hands, securing them to his torso as he carried her off to his bedroom. This is what Sakura wanted when she first saw his bulging biceps peeking out from underneath the short sleeves of his police uniform. The black ink of his tattoos wrapping around the curves and dips of his muscular arms had her itching to trace the contours of his body.

“I would break you.”

Sakura tried to put her arms back down after Sasuke had lifted them above her head only for her to feel resistance and metal around her wrists. He handcuffed her. She hadn’t even seen him grab the cuffs, too distracted by the way he slid her blouse off and sucked on her pulse point and down her chest. He bit her nipple through her bra and when Sakura attempted to reach behind herself to unhook it, Sasuke had taken her wrists in his hands and slammed them above her head. She gasped and Sasuke took advantage of her shock to mold his lips with hers, sinking his tongue into her mouth, tracing the bit of of her mouth behind her teeth with the tip before folding it around her own tongue.

It was nice and more to what she expected. Sasuke was still soft with her, pressing against her carefully so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight. It wasn’t until he had let go of her arms to ghost his fingers down her sides that she realized that something was wrong.

Sakura attempted to reach for him, to pull him back to kiss her more when he started pressing open mouth kisses down her sternum toward her navel when her wrists were pulled back by the cuffs.

“Did you just—?”

“You’re the one that wanted to be ‘cuffed.” Sasuke flipped up her skirt and tugged on the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and calves.

The more she pulled her arms the more the chain of the handcuffs clanked around one of the poles of the headrest. The iron headboard had stood out originally because it wasn’t a contemporary style, but she figured Sasuke didn’t care for that despite the fact that a headboard with storage would be more practical.

It was clear now that the iron barred headboard was very practical for Sasuke’s use.

The more she struggled the more her wrists chafed. It was a peculiar feeling having no use of her hands. She couldn’t guide Sasuke to where she wanted him, not unless she voiced what she wanted.

Peering down her torso, she caught Sasuke watching her face as he continued to lavish her with lazy wet kisses on the skin right above the waistband of her skirt. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and Sakura wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

Sasuke ducked his head under her skirt and was out of her line of sight. At first he was still and Sakura frowned, unsure of what he was planning to do? It should have been obvious but with the way he kept her skirt on and shielded his body from his head down past his shoulder blades she wasn’t completely sure. But then he moved.

Sasuke’s teeth scraped against the side of her knee before he pressed a kiss to the area. Sakura felt his lips ghost down her inner thigh, his hair brushing against her skin. Sakura’s stomach felt tight from the anticipation as he crept closer and closer and then suddenly he pulled away, repeating the same treatment to the other leg.

Closer...closer…

The chains chimed again as they hit the bar holding Sakura’s arms up above her head. She had tried to reach for her skirt and then dig her hands into Sasuke’s hair. A whine got caught in her throat as she squirmed, trying to get Sasuke’s lips closer to her folds.

As soon as she started wiggling, two strong hands grabbed her thighs and pressed them down on the mattress. Sasuke pulled out from under her skirt and narrowed his eyes at her.

“I have more handcuffs if you’re going to keep moving like that,” he warned, voice husky. Sakura squeaked and shook her head. She relaxed in her restraints and inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm down. “Good.”

He ducked back under her skirt and she could feel his hot breath against her moist folds and she shivered at the sensation. He said to stop moving so maybe if she listened he would finally touch her where she wanted him to.

It was a strange predicament to be in. Yes she was tied up, but she wasn’t suffering for it. Sakura wanted to touch him back, slip his shirt off, and run her fingers along the hard planes of his abdomens. She wanted to lick her way down the hard cut of his adonis belt and hear his breath hitch from what she did to him, but at the moment all she could do was sit back and feel and all she could think about was how spoiled she was to not have to do anything.

“Sasuke, I━” Sakura gasped as Sasuke’s tongue made contact with her nether lips. He clutched her thighs with his hands and spread her legs to gain more access. She still couldn’t see his face, but she didn’t need to in order to know what he was planning.

She felt him spread her lips open and probe her with his tongue. Lazy little flicks at first before he took one of her lips into his mouth and sucked on it. He pressed open mouth kisses, licking and nipping everywhere but avoiding her clit, which Sakura was sure he was doing on purpose. Sakura squeezed her thighs together, drawing him closer and causing his nose to dig into her folds and rub against her clit. The nudge was enough to send to send a shockwave from that collective bundle of nerves and up her spine. She tried to hold tight and grind against him, chasing that moment of pleasure.

But the moment of stimulation ended quickly when Sasuke pulled away from her, licking his lips as he glared at her. He sat on his knees and raised a brow at her as she huffed in frustration.

“Quit teasing,” Sakura demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips and trying to pull him back to her. The next thing she knew, Sasuke had grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She cried out when the skin of her wrists pinched against the handcuffs when her arms crossed above her.

She hissed from the pain, cursing as she realized that in her new position she was a lot more vulnerable and exposed.

“I thought I told you not to move,” Sasuke murmured against her ear. He dragged a single finger down her spine, causing a tingle to run down her back.

“Technically,” Sakura argued, her words slightly muffled by the pillow underneath her face, “what you told me was that you had more handcuffs.”

“I should get those,” Sasuke murmured against her nape, kissing his way to her shoulder blades. “Considering you refuse to behave.”

He gave her one last kiss between her shoulder blades and Sakura felt the mattress dip on one side as he reached for something. The mattress dipped again as he straddled her legs to make sure she didn’t move. He took one of her ankles in his hand and bent her knee to lift her foot up enough so he could kiss her ankle and then slip a leather cuff. She felt him pull on the strap with his fingers tucked between her skin and the leather to ensure that it was tight but not too tight. He then repeated the process on the other leg.

As soon as she was strapped into the cuffs, Sakura moved her legs to test the range of movement he left her. She was able to spread her legs and bring them together. She explored her limited range, curious as to why there was so much chain in the handcuffs. He left her with the ability to attempt to sit up on her knees. The handcuffs above her head, chaining her to the headboard, were far more restrictive.

“These have more slack than the regulation cuffs,” he informed her. “But that’s for my comfort, not yours.”

For some reason that didn’t sound like the truth. Sasuke’s words contradicted his actions. He had placed the cuffs on her ankles but if she moved her foot she could feel the space he had left her so that she wouldn’t injure herself.

Face down and with her ass up, she felt the balance. As low and dark as his voice got, as tightly as he held her down...Sakura still felt safe. It fucked with her mind, and yet it didn’t stop her from getting wet.

It didn’t help that while the skin of her wrists kept pinching, Sasuke was stroking her folds and dipping his middle and index fingers in and out of her, but only entering as deep as the first set of knuckles. He would press them to the roof of her walls and then drag them out slowly against her folds and then back in.

Sakura whimpered and spread her thighs apart a bit, pleading with him to stop his teasing. “Please, Sasuke?” She swallowed deeply and pushed herself lightly against his hand. “Deeper?”

“How deep do you want it?” Sasuke leaned over her body and murmured against the spot below her ear, kissing her neck. He sank his fingers a millimeter further in and dragged them out.

“Deeper than that,” Sakura whined. He was going to make everything difficult for her. “And faster.”

Sakura didn’t realize he could go any slower than he already was until she had requested a faster pace.

“Please go faster.”

“Good.” Sasuke pressed a kiss to the back of her nape and dragged his teeth down her left shoulder blade, all while thrusting his fingers at a much more desirable pace.

Snaking a hand under her, Sakura felt his hand travel up her stomach and then grab one of her small breasts, squeezing it through the cup of her bra.

“How are you doing?” Sasuke asked as he slid his fingers under her bra and rolled nipple until it pebbled. He tugged on it as he pressed open mouthed kisses down her back and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, occasionally swiping at her clit when he stroked her folds before inserting them back into her wet heat.

Sakura moaned in response, grinding down on his hand, trying to take his fingers in deeper.

Mind hazy, Sakura felt his lips descending down the curve of her spine. He kissed a straight path lower until he reached her bottom. Removing his hand from her breast Sakura felt him take one cheek in hand, rubbing it with his thumb before he—

Sakura cried out when he sank his teeth in the fleshy part of her ass cheek. He had bitten her hard enough that she was sure that there would be a mark.

“Wait, no—don’t!” Sakura bemoaned the loss of his fingers when he removed them to slide them up over her other cheek, squeezing both of them and spreading them apart. “What are you—“

Sakura felt his warm breath against her folds once more, as he pulled her closer to his face. Her wrists pinched again as he dragged his tongue against her core and probing her with the tip. She arched into him, chasing the pleasure of his mouth on her even though it increased the chafing from the handcuffs. It was give and take, a little pain for a little pleasure.

Sasuke bit her clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around it he suckled on it and used his fingers again until he had her crying out.

“Sakura,” he spoke against her wet folds, her name vibrating against her flesh. “How are you holding up?”

Her wrists hurt and she wasn’t having the best time breathing, partially from how her body was positioned but also partially because she couldn’t catch her breath from the way she panted as Sasuke touched her.

“Can I be on my back instead?” Coming down from her high, the discomfort of her position was no longer easy to ignore. “Please.”

“Sure thing,” Sasuke answered, pressing a kiss to the base of her spine. Sakura felt his hands working on the cuffs that held her legs down. When he removed a cuff he rolled her ankle in between his palms, massaging it.

When she was free of the restraints on her legs, Sakura struggled to right herself so that she could flip on her back. Carefully, Sasuke turned her over so that she was looking up at him again.

“How about the hands?” Sakura lifted her wrists so that the chain clanked against the metal bar. She wanted her hands free so she could remove all of the clothing that Sasuke still had on. She was practically naked and he hadn’t even removed his shirt.

“No.” A soft smile was gifted to her. “I think I’ll keep you like this.”

“You’re being unfair.”

“I could always,” Sasuke took hold of her calves and folded her body upward so that her feet were over her head and against the bars, “leave you like this instead.”

“No thank you,” Sakura squeaked, although she couldn’t prevent the clenching of the muscles of her vaginal walls at the thought. The position was positively lewd and she was even more exposed then when he had her on her stomach. “This is embarrassing.”

“Is it?” Sasuke smirked down at her before cocking his head to the side, seemingly contemplating leaving her how she was. “Then maybe I really should leave you like this.”

What happened to her gentle boyfriend? Sakura’s mouth ran dry as he held her ankles up and pressed his groin against her bare folds. Sasuke rocked back and forth against her with his hardening cock still hidden beneath his jeans.

“You’re soaking through my pants.” Sasuke leered at her before pressing further down against her. Sakura thanked God that she had always been flexible, keeping up with her stretches even after leaving gymnastics behind.

“I would have,”Sakura panted between kisses, “had you out of those already if you hadn’t ‘cuffed me.”

“Oh, really?” Sasuke dragged his lips down the line of her throat, sucking on her pulse point and then her clavicle. “Sounds like you had plans for me. Too bad I got in the way of them, huh?”

Sasuke’s hands slid down her calves to her knees, relaxing her muscles from the tight stretch they had been in as he sucked on the skin on the top of Sakura’s breasts. He kept easing the tension of her leg muscles as he set her legs over his shoulders.

“I just want to touch you too.”

Sasuke paused in his path back down her torso. He looked at Sakura for a moment before he pulled back, setting her legs back down on the bed.

“Okay.” Sasuke straddled her, resting his knees on the mattress by her chest. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He pulled himself out of his pants and stroked his cock. “You can touch me, but only with your mouth.”

Swallowing deeply, Sakura shakily nodded her head. It wasn’t as if she could get herself out of the handcuffs anyway and it was still something she had planned to do anyway.

Sakura opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She stroked the underside of the head of his cock and flattened it along his slit. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit and raised an eyebrow up at Sasuke. She could feel his legs trembling around her body from where she lay beneath him.

“Give me more,” she pleaded with a pout. If that was all she could work with, she wanted as much of him as possible. He adjusted himself and thrust gently into her mouth. She stroked him with her tongue until Sasuke had thrust deep enough to satisfy her and she tightened her mouth by sucking in her cheeks.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed. He cupped her face in his hands, forehead resting against the wall behind his bed as he looked down at her. “I think that’s enough,” he breathed out softly.

If she had the use of her hands, Sakura would have held onto his hips, keeping him right where he was. Instead she sucked her cheeks in even tighter causing Sasuke to moan and shut his eyes tight.

“Sakura,” he warned, “are you sure this is how you want me to come?”

Sakura paused in her sucking, loosening her hold on him. If he came, that was it. She would have to wait for his refractory period to end and who knew if he would keep her handcuffed the whole time or not. She opened her mouth, dropping his cock from her mouth.

Sasuke scooted back until he was between her legs again, sitting up on his knees. He narrowed his eyes at her before his face softened into a smug grin.

“You keep misbehaving.” He clucked his tongue at her, gripping his cock in hand. “I should just finish myself off and have you watch.”

“No,” Sakura whimpered softly, watching him stroke himself. That was what she was supposed to be doing.

Sasuke took the hem of his shirt and bit the bottom of it, holding it away from his crotch and stomach. Without any shame he played with himself, keeping his eyes on Sakura, only lowering them from her face to leer at her form. He forced her to watch while she couldn’t touch him or herself.

So unfair. Sakura moaned, watching as Sasuke’s abdominal muscles clenched with each downward stroke. She couldn’t even press her thighs together to hide her increasing wetness with how he spread her legs apart to sit between them.

“Where should I come, Sakura?” Sasuke asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. “Stomach? Thighs? Face, if you’re into that? It would be your ass but you did want to be on your back.”

Sakura chewed on her lower lip. “You’re talking so much more than usual,” she sighed. “So talkative only when you want to torture me.”

“That’s not an answer,” Sasuke reprimanded. “If you don’t decide soon, it won’t be up to you.”

“Inside,” Sakura pleaded. “I’m on birth control—it’s safe!—just please, put it in.”

“Good choice,” he grunted, grabbing her thighs and spreading them on his lap. The head of his cock brushed along her folds and upwards, nudging her clit. Sakura shivered in anticipation.

Sasuke guided himself until the head was nestled between her folds. Sakura held her breath, waiting for him to finally thrust inside.

“You know what? I changed my mind.”

“What!?” Sakura cried. “What do you mean you━ah!”

Sakura arched her back, rising as much as she could from the mattress as Sasuke interrupted her with a single quick thrust, filling her up with as much of his cock he could fit inside of her. Sakura’s inner muscles fluttered around him and Sasuke smirked down at her as she hit her second orgasm of the evening.

“Did you just come?” Sasuke taunted her, thrusting without giving her a chance to come down from her high.

With every thrust she cried out, overly sensitive and dizzy from the assault on her senses. Sakura’s wrists were pushed and pulled━the metal pinching her skin repeatedly━with every snap of Sasuke’s hips.

“Wanna come again?”

Not trusting her words, Sakura nodded her head furiously, only for Sasuke to pull out of her. She choked on a bereft moan. She watched in disbelief as Sasuke gave his shaft two quick pumps and spilled his ejaculant all over her thighs.

“You—you said you would—“

Sasuke cut her off again by slipping his fingers into her folds and pumping them in and out of her, swiping his thumb over her clit. Leaning over her, Sasuke took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it before melding his lips with hers. He swallowed her moans and with his hand brought her to the final release she was chasing.

“You said you would let me pick where you came,” Sakura grumbled against his mouth between kisses.

“Next time,” Sasuke chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Maybe.”

“What do you mean maybe?” Sakura questioned him as he stood from the bed and tucked himself back into his jeans.

“Maybe means maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room. There was a thumping sound like that of a dryer before he returned and without a single glance in her direction, Sasuke slipped into the en suite.

Did he just━? He just left me here!

Sakura kicked her feet in frustration. She heard the water the sound of the shower being started and let out a curse. She was sated and exhausted and was done with this little game. She was just about to shout for Sasuke to free her so she could go home when he returned.

“Shower is ready,” he explained, finally unlocking the handcuffs. Slowly, he set Sakura’s arms back down at her sides. Supporting her, he lifted her so that she could sit up and took a wrist in hand, examining it. “You did really good. After you get cleaned up, a soak in the bath will help the soreness.”

With an unsurprising ease, Sasuke lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. Sakura tucked her head under his chin and let herself be carried to the bathroom. Sasuke sat her on the counter of the sink and helped her unhook her bra and slide her skirt off. Gingerly he placed her inside the shower cabin and helped her clean up all of the sweat and grime. Carefully and without any lecherous intent, he cleaned his ejaculate from her thighs and helped her lather the lavender soap all over her body.

“Do you want to wash your hair?” Sasuke asked softly, rinsing her off with the retractable shower head. Sakura nodded and he placed it back on it’s hook, grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into her hair.

Sakura sighed, content with the attention. “Are you going to shower too?”

“Later.” Sasuke shut the water off and guided Sakura to the tub.

One of the things Sakura was jealous of was Sasuke’s beautiful en suite. She didn’t think it would take getting chained to his bed in order to actually use the large tub.

“Is the temperature alright?” Sakura nodded in response and slid into the water. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat on her sore arms. “I’m going to leave you for a sec, alright?”

Sasuke kissed the top of her head and turned on the jets to the tub and Sakura slipped further into the water until her shoulders were covered. She was just beginning to doze off when the bathroom was permeated with the scent of chocolate. Sakura opened one eye and caught Sasuke sitting on the edge of the tub with the blue and cloud printed mug she always used when she had tea in his home.

“You made me hot chocolate?”

“Yeah, with some cinnamon.” Sasuke set it down on the edge of the tub and then headed to the shower to finally clean up. He was a lot quicker with his own shower than the one he helped Sakura with. “I’m going to get you some clothes and toss yours into the wash. Let me know when you want to get out of the tub.”

“I might just live here,” Sakura giggled. The heat was heavenly and the bubbles from the jets were pleasant.

Sakura let Sasuke run off and clean up around his bedroom. She could hear him removing the sheets from his bed and collecting the handcuffs he had used on her. She took her time sipping her hot chocolate, listening to the sounds of Sasuke fixing up his bed and using the washer. Just as he had told her he would, he brought her a fluffy towel and a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxer shorts.

“I’m good now,” Sakura declared as she drained the tub. She carefully pulled herself out and dried off before changing.

Sakura had barely slipped the t-shirt over her head when Sasuke was back in the bathroom and massaging her arms with an amazing smelling lotion. It was minty with a hint of eucalyptus and was probably for the soreness of her muscles.

“Come here.” Sasuke let her walk this time, but he held her hand, guiding her back to the bed. He grabbed a cashmere blanket from the foot of his bed and wrapped her up. The blanket was warm as if he had tumbled it on low heat in the dryer before bringing it out to her. It solved the mystery of what he had been running in the dryer while she was still ‘cuffed to his bed.

“What now?” She asked, curious as to what he had in store for her. It was an odd night, she couldn’t deny that. He was sweet during dinner, than rough with her, but now he was back to being gentle, possibly more so than before.

“That’s up to you.” Sasuke sat on his bed and brought her down so that she was sitting sideways on his lap, still wrapped up in the warm blanket.

“This is nice.” Sakura settled in his hold, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. She gripped his shirt in her hand, just glad to be able to touch him properly. “Just this is fine.”

Sakura could feel him nod his head as his chin brushed against the top of her head. Sasuke stood up and set her back down in bed, crawling in after her and pulling her against him. She pressed her ear to his chest, and listened to the steady beating of his heart.

“You can totally handcuff me again some other time.”

Sasuke snorted, only shifting his body to get more comfortable. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” She hummed, snuggling against him. “As long as you cuddle with me after.”

“Deal.”

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day’s notes: i hope you liked the fic. i was asked if i would write more for this au but i’m not sure

[bubwagon]

this post is long and boring and about isj and it functions as a way for me to figure some things out and remember them and wasn’t necessarily meant to be read

By all intents and purposes, that was an ideal meeting. Possibly perfect, in that I can't imagine anything better happening, with the exception of a reconciliation fuck but i don't think that would have necessarily been the best for either of us. I have a difficult time being in Corvallis because it brings up a lot of my worse behaviours. Or not, bad behaviours necessarily. But behaviours that are kinda unhelpful and destructive to me. For example: T is very poor and I love him a lot and he doesn't get a ton of support all the time and for a few reasons I'm a little better situated to deal with his issues (I have more attention and span for his feelings than everyone but Erica, I have more disposable income, and honestly mostly because I just don't talk to him every day of my life so it's not a huge deal if he goes on an emotional bender around me once in a while) so when I'm around him  just start paying for 100% of the things he needs and since I'm covering him for dinner what if I just paid for all of dinner for 6 people and took on the brunt of cooking as well. I'm kind of a giver, and normally that's fine, but I feel VERY compelled to give because corvallis stresses me out and I want to be likeable and my schtick for being likeable has always been to be generous. It means I bend my sweet baby butt backwards to accommodate the needs of resident gremlin boys and it's dumb!! When E first met me she was super suspicious of that which is fair. Like, it's dumb and I don't need to be so obsequious to be liked. Anyways I was kinda stressed out and I drank about 4 glasses of wine (or equivalent) on almost no food. I was, I don't know, punishing myself? So after I made dinner I decided I wasn't gonna have any right then. Anyways, I ran out of the house twice and I made friends on a playground and it was kinda dumb and dramatic but I get dumb and dramatic when I drink I guess. I just felt really clearly Not a part of the group. Sitting in a corner and cooking didn't help. Not playing MGS didn't help either, but also I clammed up.

Also: I want to say now that E is a light and saving grace and I feel incredibly fortunate that she was with me and caring for me. Hey here's mostly what I want to say: I think Ian is doing good and I think I am doing good and he was sweet and gentle and kind to me for the one day I visited. After everyone left it was decided that I was going to sleep on the shitty couch in his house. And I just sat down and was probably drunk and shellshocked looking and he asked me if I was okay. And I kinda waved him over and leaned against his hip. He lay his arm around me and gave me a hug. We went over to his room and just chatted about stuff. Here's what we went over: 1) We weren't emotionally compatible but we had fun sex. And that's no one's fault that we broke up. 2) He still cares about me and values me as a good friend, he's just bad at expressing that long distance. 3) He's doing well. And he's finally at the school he wanted to go to. And I think he's going to do very well as a chemical engineer. He likes the endlessly replicable tiny building block questions. He likes understanding what the world is I think. 4) He's very genuinely happy that I'm doing well, and that I'm happy. I don't know if the implication there was he was worried about me there. 5) He doesn't think our relationship was a mistake, and he, quote, "had a lot of fun." Which is right. We did have a lot of fun. 6) We didn't fuck or sleep together or anything. Though he said maybe next time, when he gets a queen sized bed and he feels a little less weird about stuff. 7) We talked about Sam breaking up and for some reason also that T asked me earlier that day if I wanted to FUXX. 8) We talked about his shoes and cool jacket, which we bought together 9) He totally had a boner for some of this. 10) He said it wasn't weird I sent him letters. 11) He promised he'd visit sometime (i was drunk, I do not expect him to follow through. I think i specifically said, even if you don't think it'll happen say it will. )

There were other little things. Mostly the gist I got was, even though our relationship dissolved we still care about each other and we don't express that in the same way, but it's enough to know that it's there. Of course, I was always gonna lowkey care about him, but it's nice to hear he does. I wasn't expecting that, necessarily. We hugged a bunch and kissed a little. I still feel like I fit really nicely into the space up and over his shoulder and chest, and it was nice in that it felt really familliar and safe. And we didn't make out or anything, just kinda fit the curve of two smiles against each other. I don't think you're supposed to kiss or cuddle your ex but it felt right. When he said it was time to say goodnight we hugged for a really long time in the hall outside his room. It was hard to want to let go. One of us would start letting go and the other one would hang on a little harder. I haven't rekindled an old flame or anything, and I haven't totally restarted the pining process. But he put away a lot of fears. I was really worried he regretted his time with me, and that he didn't like/respect/care about me as a person, and that I was a burden or a detriment to him when we were together. And it was like, no. we loved each other and it didn't work out but we did/do really care and that counts for something! It counts for a lot. And I know this isn't really addressing the real ways he did hurt me. I told him that for a while I was really mad, but I kinda thought I understood him finally at the end. And I wasn't so mad. At the same time: we tried and it didn't quite work out.

Easy as that. When we did say goodnight I could NOT fall asleep. I was hung over (already!) and at that point I hadn't eaten in almost 12 hours and drank a lot. I came in, asked if I could please join because I can't sleep, and he said, you're putting me in an awkward position here. I said sorry and left. Then he came out and took the couch and told me to take his bed.

The next morning when I came to say goodbye (he was asleep and at this point he moved back to his bed) we spooned for a bit. And when he laid down flat I nestled on top of him and held his hand and he held me really tight and then relaxed. He's a skinny little boy but he's comfy to be around. When it was time for me to leave I kissed him and his nose. And he pulled me back in for another long kiss. Then I kissed his forehead and he frowned and i laughed and called him the devil.  

And that's what happenend. I think I knew it was going to be fine when I discovered that he gently and prominently placed all of the little things I bought him in his new room. He coulda chucked them somewhere or thrown them out (all of the things he gave me are hiding in dark corners because they kinda bring me pain to look at, but probably won't any more), but he put the little pusheen plush on the shelf next to all his fucking DOTA figurines, by the computer where he spends 100% of his time. And the pen I gave him is sitting right next to his desktop monitor. And the stickers and weird kitkat are around. It's all okay.

Here's what I want to remember from our relationship now that I don't feel uncomfortably badgered by negative emotions: 1) Leaning on him in the bright sun sitting on two tiny logs listening to him nervously decide what he wanted our relationship to look like. 2) Going with him to Powells, and the Doc Martens store, and Macys (?) on one of our first dates. I helped him pick out new boots, and a leather jacket. I was so delighted by Powells. Here's what I remember: reading the old bionicle books on the floor of Powels, delighted that the writing still held up as decent YA sci-fi. 3) Having sex (him losing that sweet sweet virginity!) for the first time to mind of a chef, fire episode in season 3. Hilarious. 4) He visited once when I really had to study and he helped me pomodoro. Every twenty five minutes he'd come upstairs to give me a kiss and a hug, and leave once I had to study again. 5) Spending a long time in bed with him in the mornings. It's a variable but happy memory. 6) Making pizza. 7) Awkwardly first telling him that I loved him. Hey this is a sweet story. Some rough shit was going down and he really took care of me. He held me against his chest so I could feel his heartbeat and breathed in deep and slow so I'd stop gasping. Eric used to do this too, and it's nice that people pick up on this. At night, in bed and with the light off I said soemthing like don't take this too seriously but I love you right now. And he was quiet and I felt like cutting out my unwary tongue. And he asked what that meant. And I told him something stupid about how I love a lot and each love is beautiful and unique or something. And he asked if it'd be weird if he said it too. And I said, no, but don't feel compelled to. And he said i love you too and i think i was the little spoon and i turned around and we kissed. It was a nice moment.

I think he's doing better. He was sweet and genuine to people that weren't me. He was honest to E about feeling bad for how he treated her. And when T had to throw up a little he brought him water. AND he helped cook. Small things, but it shows some sweet sweet character development.  I love him, a little, still. But again, that doesn't really make him special. I feel wistful and nostalgic, but I'm happy. Also a little sad, but I feel good about this right now. I could visit again, especially now that I know tickets to PDX are like 70 bucks if you get them early enough. I could stop blacklisting his tumblr URL. This post was really for me to think about how I felt and to kind of write it all down so I wouldn't forget. I feel really lucky to have a good relationship with him. I also feel really lucky to have a good relationship with Eric. I think this is gonna be a good okay thing. I don't have a lot to be nervous about anymore? That's all done. T and I love each other of course. EBB has fast become one of my closest friends and I love her :'). Nick likes me and puts in an effort to acknowledge what I say and I feel comfortable around him. And EHP and I have been talking a little and i really respect and appreciate him. Maybe I can just go to Corvo and have a good relaxed time now.

Here's what I'm hoping for next: - have a good time in Vancouver w/ friends. - do fucking great as a copyeditor - get the content marketing writing/editing position - move tf out of my house and in with marisa

i'm feeling good right now and while i'm thinking that tweet that's like OH SO I'M JUST SUPPOSED TO ENJOY GOOD THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO ME INSTEAD OF LIVING IN FEAR THAT THEY'LL TURN TO DUST IN MY HANDS but things are Okay!

i am feeling just wistful and nostalgic right now. and i’m a little sad. but that was really nice, and that’s the best i could have hoped for.