#i wanna get wine tipsy and flirt with the bartender or something

[lupismaris]

Not me eating on the patio with a trattoria record playing so I can pretend Ive actually left the fuckin house no no I don't know what you're talking about

#jokes on me i did leave the house today for treatment #but i miss restaurants so bad #i wanna get wine tipsy and flirt with the bartender or something

[amimimi]

sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍‍♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

#sk8 the infinity x reader #joe x reader #reki x reader #cherry blossom x reader #langa x reader #sk8 the infinty

[amerrierworld]

You’ve Caught Me

for the request: Can you do an Au where Debbie flirts and seduces reader with witty and bratty banter, but then becomes a softy and takes care of the reader?

Summary: Everything is going perfectly until Debbie encounters you on a bad day.

Characters: Debbie x gn!reader, mentions of other friends and the crew

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: moping/uncertainty in the second half~

A drink appeared in front of you from the bartender. It was brightly coloured with a slice of fruit on top. Ice clinked as it was set down on the bar. You frowned in confusion.

“I’m sorry, but I didn't order this.”

“It’s from the lady by the window seat.”

You looked over and saw a brunette making eye contact with you. She sent you a bright smile, and toasted you with her glass. There was a small party of women sitting by the window with her, a few of them eyeing your interaction with the brunette. A blonde next to her nudged her with her elbow.

Then your own friends that you were with whistled and nudged you as well once you had all seen what the lady looks like. You took a sip of the freshly delivered drink, feeling the burn of alcohol and a sweet aftertaste. It was quite delicious, honestly.

You turned back to the brunette who looked at you expectantly, and you smiled and nodded, with a toast of the drink. She winked back, and then the both of you focused back on your respective friend groups, feeling giddiness crowd your emotions from the fleeting glance you had just shared.

-

“Hey, doll. You nearly forgot your purse.”

You looked to see the smokey-eyed brunette standing behind you, with your purse in her hand. You must have left it at your bar seat when you got up to leave to meet your friends at the door.

“Oh,” you frowned, the alcohol you already had making you a bit drowsy. “Thanks.”

You checked everything in your purse, confident that nothing was missing, and all your change was still there. The brunette hadn’t moved from her spot.

“What, do you want a reward or something?” you asked. She smirked a little.

“No, I’ve already got one.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that then?”

“An excuse to talk to you.”

Well alright, you weren’t expecting that. You allowed yourself to look the woman up and down as you thought about your reply. She was dressed very stylishly, with long brown hair that curled and fell in all the right places. Her nails were short, which was a very welcomed discovery. 

“Okay then, now you have the chance to talk to me,” you said, alcohol making you bolder than usual. “What do you have to say?”

She fully grinned this time and looked back around the bar as she spoke, “I would ask you to join me for a drink but I think you’ve already had your fill. How about some late take-out instead? On me.”

You contemplated, before saying, “I’d take the chance to go out with a hot stranger any day if I wasn’t a bit too drunk right now. Sorry.”

“Fair enough,” she replied. Then, “You think I’m hot?”

Oh, crap. Did you say that?

“Hmm.. I suppose I get very honest when I’m tipsy,” you answered. She chuckled this time, and you felt warm, and not because of the alcohol in your blood. 

“Yes, quite. Should I call you a cab?”

“No, thanks. I’ve got my friends here, and one of them is the DD. We’re headed to a small party, if you’d like to come?”

She quirked an eyebrow, not expecting another offer from your end. She looked at the front doors, where your gaggle of friends were eyeing you and whispering with gleeful smirks on their faces.

The stranger leaned forward, so much so that her perfume filled your senses and wisps of brown hair brushed your face,

“A bit early to go introducing me to your friends, don’t you think?”

You barked out a laugh as she pulled back again. “Oh, you wish. None of them would probably remember you by the time the hangover hits.”

She looked down at her phone for a moment and then back at you, as if she was waiting to put in her own passcode.

“What’s your code, honey?”

You frowned. Your code? But... wait. 

She was holding your phone, having nicked it from your pocket when she was so close.

“Hey!”

“Just wanna make sure you have my number. Don’t worry, I don’t steal from people I like.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Well, I said I liked you, didn’t I?”

You wordlessly put in your code for her, and she added herself to your contacts list as Hot Stranger. She smiled successfully as she handed you your phone, but a slight blush had creeped up on her cheeks.

“Careful with that. You never know who might steal it.”

You grinned and had a fleeting thought if she meant your phone or your heart. You pushed the sickeningly romantic thought away and quickly waved goodbye before hurrying back to your entourage.

-

Turns out Debbie was an unwavering flirt, in the beginning. She always managed to catch you off guard, and didn’t hesitate to compliment you when she felt like it. 

“You know other people would think you’re being way too forward, you know?”

“Does it bother you, doll?”

You sheepishly shook your head. You liked the devotion and attention, honestly. Who wouldn't? Debbie was incredible to you. On dates, through text and, yes, in bed as well. 

It all seemed like paradise. 

And then there was a shift. The expected but dreaded shift in any relationship.

One night, the both of you were put to the test. There was a knock on your door, and you grumbled under your breath, preparing to yell at whoever was stupid enough to show up at your place. It was super late, you had been busy, and if anything else came up now you’d blow your top off.

“Hey?” Debbie said, her chipper expression fading away at your stormy gaze when you opened the door. 

“Oh, it’s you,” you said, turning around and leaving the door open without another word. Startled, Debbie carefully stepped inside, watching you disappear into the kitchen.

“Why are you here?”

Debbie scoffed a little, “do you not want me here all of a sudden? How flattering.”

“No, of course not,” you grumbled as you grabbed a bottle of wine. Debbie came to stand just outside the kitchen, watching you as she took off her coat. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“Hey, now. Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you snapped. “Have some alcohol and just leave it, okay?”

You lifted one of the wine glasses to your mouth and were prepared to drink a mouthful. Then a firm hand gripped the base of it and pulled it down, spilling a bit of wine down your hand and on the kitchen floor.

Debbie’s eyes were glittering dangerously at you, and you relented in letting here take the glass away. She set it down on the counter.

“Don’t I even get a hello?”

Your eyes cast down to the floor and you muttered an apology. Debbie grasped your hand and squeezed your fingers reassuringly. 

“What’s the matter?” she asked again. Your shoulders slumped this time, and you glanced at your intertwined hands.

“I’ve had a shit day,” you grumbled. You hadn’t encountered a bad mood like this with your girlfriend yet, and in the back of your mind you worried about her reaction. “I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep properly. There’s so much crap to do. It’s been so busy and I hate it.”

Debbie nodded slowly as you talked on for a bit about the things that were irritating you and how annoyed you were by everything. She noticed the bags under your eyes and the firmness of your upper lip.

“Have you eaten?” she asked after you had finished. You half-shrugged. You had some take-out, that counts right? The last full meal you had was when she took you to that restaurant last weekend. 

She tutted at your non verbal response. The next few moments she rummaged through your fridge and whatever food you had lying around. 

Almost immediately after there was a plate of food under your nose.

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you commented.

“You learn to fend for yourself,” she replied, grabbing your wine glass from earlier and taking a swig.

“Hey, that was mine.” She blew you a kiss. It calmed you somewhat.

“Want me to stay the night?” she asked as she cleaned up your kitchen and washed the dishes. This was the first time that she asked, because usually she would stay the night regardless of anything else.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, interpreting her question as uncertainty on her end.

“What? No, of course not, baby. I’m asking because I want to make sure you want me around.”

“Of course I want you around. I always want you around,” you confessed. 

Debbie helped in tidying up your place, which mostly just consisted of her doing the work and you sitting at the table, still numb. She eventually pulled you up to your feet to get you in pj’s and then to crash immediately on the couch, curled around you. 

“You can turn on the tv if you need some white noise,” she suggested. It was a good idea, but the bright lights were distracting you from sleeping. So instead you turned over and burrowed into Debbie’s hold, her skin warm and soft. Now it really was paradise.

A/N: finally getting through super ancient requests yes i am here and yes i am slow :)

#debbie #debbie ocean #debbie ocean x reader #debbie ocean x you #fanfiction #merry writes #oceans 8 #ocean's eight #Sandra Bullock #sandra bullock x reader #wlw #amerrierworld

[angeli-marco-writes]

Elizabeth Debicki - Gorgeous

A/N & WC - Back again with Elizabeth and Taylor Swift. Reputation is my favourite album currently, with evermore as a close second. Two incredible women in one yes please. Listen to 'Gorgeous' while reading for the feel of it. 2.8k exactly.

Warnings - Legal alcohol consumption, mild cursing once.

Summary - Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

“YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS…”

“What was that?” Elizabeth swiftly cuts in.

Your eyes grow wide in an instant, looking down intensely at the black table, sticky with spilt drinks, and turn your attention away.

“Nothing…” you trail off. Frankly, you hadn’t realised you were thinking aloud, but if you said what you were thinking, then tonight's girls night out with your best friend is gonna be a whole lot harder.

“So as I was saying, this guy from Bumble, he comes and he looks nothing like his profile picture, right?” Her eyes are so animated when she speaks, her jaw agog in a remembering shock, she taps at her glass with ebony painted fingernails. “Like his picture was a solid eight outta ten, but in person, not even a four. But there was something about him, you know? That little twinkle in his eye, so I gave him more of a fair shot than I do other catfishes.” You hum noncommittally, not necessarily listening to the words, but the soft undulating animation in her beautiful accent is worth listening to any day, even if just hearing about her going on a date with someone riles you up intensely. “No personality,” she gapes, smacking her lissom hands down on the table with a slight thump, causing some of her wine to spill. “Absolutely none! It was like talking to a brick wall for half an hour. Can you believe it? And he asked what part of Australia I was from, and when I said Melbourne, you know what he said? ‘Is that in New Zealand.’”

She scoffs, and downs the last of her wine. Her magnetic field is so strong, so alluring, you can’t help but feel drawn to her even more. She really should think about the consequences of her charisma or else you might snog her and ruin everything before the nights even over.

“What a dick,” you play along.

“Ugh, I know. Refill?”

“Please. Whiskey—”

“On ice. I know, hon.”

She smirks, shooting you a wink before standing up and practically gliding across the room to the bar. Your eyes twinkle with hope, with sinful want, as you watch her, and you’re sure that with your wistful expression and flushed cheeks and the way your mouth suddenly goes dry the second she says or does anything that could be construed in the least bit flirtatious that she knows how much you like her. Your whole body tingles, your words and sense swallowed up by an intense fire the second she touches you, it’s beginning to make you furious that she’s able to make you feel this way and still acts so coy about it if she even does have the first clue how utterly besotted you are with everything she does.

Over at the bar, Liz has to hunch to lean her forearms on the countertop, kicking her feet back a little, her short dress showing off her long, shapely legs with grace. She looks so sultry, with her leather jacket shrugged so casually over her pale shoulders. But your mind and illicit thoughts plummet and die the second you peer around her and capture a look at the bartender she’s talking to. Tall and that muscular build of slim that only comes from years of sport, a pinched waist and full chest, tanned skin—perhaps of Filipina descent, dark inky hair falling in tendrils from her work ponytail, no makeup and she still looks stunning. And exactly like Shay Mitchell. And she's flirting with your Elizabeth. Not that she’s yours or anything, that would be absurd, unless…

This woman is gorgeous, and you’re already jealous of her, of the attention she’s receiving from Elizabeth; the suggestive touches, the coy laughs, the revealing tug of her dress, the tentative tilt of her head, the run of her slender hand through her choppy blonde locks. But because Liz is single, it’s actually worse, because she’s been a lot more open and experimental with her sexuality recently, not labelling it but trying more out, trying more partners out. And you don’t fault her for that for even a moment, but why she can’t experiment with you, a raging queer, is beyond your grasp. It’s almost undoubted that she’s going to be taking this incredibly scorching hot bartender home at the end of the night, and if you weren’t out with Elizabeth, you’d be making the same move. But Liz… she desperately needs to think of the consequences of her touching this romans hand in a darkened room. That should be you.

You can’t get too possessive, though, as Liz has done her fair amount of touching you all night on this signature girls pub crawl, but it’s not the same, it’s not… enough. She’s been holding your hand, hooking her arm through yours to do shots, hugging you with her lithe arm around your waist as you totter down the high street in heels too high. It’s all been too friendly, though. And now it’s getting late, your final destination of the night. You’re practically the only patrons with a conscience at this point. You’ll be turning in soon, the bar will be closing soon, it’s inevitable. Liz will have a warm bed, and you’ll be left to go home alone to your cats. She’s so gorgeous, you can't blame the bartender, but she can’t blame you wither; love made you crazy.

You’re busy brooding over the ice slowly melting at the bottom of your glass, condensation forming in droplets on the rim when Liz casts a glance over her shoulder, a bright beaming smile etched upon her face, every line drawn up to match her glee. She points a long raven-painted digit at you, and prompts you to smile back, which you do—without even half as much fervour—and ensure you incline your head towards the bartender, whose dark hazel eyes are now fixed on you, before turning back, pretending to have found something of interest on the table.

“That’s y/n,” she says in a happy, furtive whisper, “my best friend.”

With her ocean blue eyes looking in yours, your mind is all scrambled, and with the intense feeling you might sink and drown and die, you know you need to get it in order before she returns, so you push your own stool out and head to stand in the doorway, fresh air hitting you like a brick wall.

The smell of the city instantly prevents it being worthwhile.

The sun set long ago, and you can see vines crawling up the building across the road from you, even in the dim street light and shadows. Even in a tucked away corner of the city, down back streets in a quiet quarter, the incessant incense of exhaust fumes and chippy food and pigeon shit never quite leaves one alone.

Everything’s winding down, quietening, muffled by an indelible blanket of night. A soft mist fills the air, an impending storm infiltrating your senses, roiling you a little. The walk home will be made worse by the rain soon to fall, ire digging at you for more reasons than one.

Elizabeth… She can make you so happy with one simple look that it turns back to sadness the moment you see the flicker of friendliness in her eyes, never anything more, never anything deeper, not once. What can you say? She’s gorgeous, she’s everyone else's for the taking, whoever she deems rakish enough to take home for the night.

The silence of the night, of your thoughts, is hewn by a sharp siren whizzing past you, so you push your pain away, and sidle back through the doors, shutting the slow drizzle of rain out as you close the door behind you.

Once you return inside, your thoughts slightly more reordered, you see her back at the table, fiddling idly with the hem of her dress, her cheeks tinted a soft red.

“So?”

“I got her number,” she confesses, barely able to bite back a smile, even as her perfect white teeth graze her lower lip. “She gets off shift in an hour.”

You were right, then.

“That’s nice. She’s hot.”

“I know,” she replies dreamily, “and looks exactly like Shay Mitchell, can you believe it? I fancied her so much when Pretty Little Liars first came out.”

“Yeah, I did too.” you admit quietly, clasping your hands around your fresh whiskey.

“You okay? It’s getting late, we can head off now.”

“Nope, absolutely fine. In fact, I think I’ll have another. Tell me something.”

“But we haven’t talked about you all night, I wanna know how your life is going. Love life too.” she protests.

What, your life with the monotonous job and the zero romantic prospects so you spend all your free time sitting at home reading and the nights with your vibrator and Liz in your head? How the hell are you supposed to tell her that.

You simply shrug, and keep a mask of cold, hard resolve in place. “You know my life. I’m interested in yours. Go on.”

So she does. And you do order another whiskey after your first, to the point where you’re verging on the highest restraints of merely tipsy and if you have another you’re heading fast for straight out drunk, which you shan’t do. But you’re merry, and Liz’s words all sound weird, slurred a little from the alcohol, her Australian accent bending to accommodate the vowel sounds she’s making with the occasional slip of a Polish or French word in there. She gets like this when she’s drinking, and it’s one of her most endearing qualities very few are able to see.

“Your voice sounds really weird,” you chuckle, leaning back in your chair, “you’re talkin’ all funny.”

“No I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Am so not!” She’s persistent, she never did back down easy.

You half heartedly shrug, knocking your glasses into one another on the table. You tug your jacket further around you, and purse your lips readying for battle.

“You know, you really should take it as a compliment that I’ve got drunk and I’m making fun of the way you talk.”

She allows her precisely plucked brows to dance over her face in surprise, though quickly schools her features into a plain mask.

“Alright, what’s up?”

“Nothing, Liz. I’m fine.” you say adamantly, and take another swig from your drink, savouring the tang on your tongue. Your glass makes another thud when you slam it down with unplanned and unnecessary force.

“You see, your mouth says that, but your… mouth is telling me something else?”

Before you can help it, your fingers are clutching the edge of the table, your cheeks heating softly, “I haven’t kissed you yet, how can that be?”

A chill slithers down your skin as her eyes grow wide, her pale skin blanching a shade further. “I didn’t mean, um, what? I—” she breaks off with a cough. “I ju— just meant that, um, you’re… sulking.”

“Oh.”

You can’t ignore the way your stomach plummets into the core of the earth, embarrassment taking over every other rational thought within your mind and body. Your soul is already brittle, but this? Your pride has certainly taken a knock enough for you to down the rest of your whiskey in one gulp.

“I’m gonna take off,” you say at last, across the curious blanket of silence, ignoring the way her angular face—limned with hope—falls a fraction.

“Please stay.”

You don’t think you hear her correctly, if at all. For all you know, her words could just be a whisper in the blustering breeze beating outside, the storm you predicted arriving early. In the dim bar, you’re away from it all, sage, until the bartender gets off shift and snatches Liz away for yet another night.

“Beg pardon?”

“Please stay,” she repeats, louder this time, but her blue eyes don’t meet yours across the table. “Tell me what’s up.”

She’s not backing down, so you brace yourself, allowing brazenness to fill you with courage, allowing your alcohol to eddie around you, summoning the words at long last.

“Nothing…” you say at first, because really, it is nothing, but she cocks her head at you that authoritative way. God, she should be a teacher with her assertive glances. “Just that you‘re so gorgeous I can’t say anything to your face…” you snatch her cup across the table, and take a deep swallow before shrugging and casting your gaze outside to spare yourself the mortification of being rejected. “Sober at least.”

You’re met with a beat of silence, “Why?”

“Look at your face!” you shout, utterly exasperated. You’ve got a good mind to pull a compact mirror to remind her how drop-dead stunning she is. “I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.”

“Why, baby? What way?” she croons.

Too caught up in your momentary lapse of judgement and rant, you fail to notice her edging closer to you, moving your glasses out the way, letting her forearms rest on the sticky table just so she can watch the way you lick your lips with nerves.

“Crazy, because you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts.”

“R—really?” she stammers.

You turn back to her, all thoughts evaporating with her ocean blue eyes looking in yours, driving you insane. Her pretty lips are all parted and awaiting, how much you want to kiss her… So instead, you pout, and begin to throw a strop in your tipsy state.

“Tell me more.”

“No.”

“C’mon,” she teases, a smirk toying at her mouth, giving her cheeks subtle dimples. “Don’t leave me hanging. “Tell me what you really think. How I make you feel. I wanna hear,” her voice drops to a purr, leaning over the table to husk in your ear, “every little thing.”

“Ok then,” you concede. “You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much.”

“I don’t see how,” she snorts, “but continue.”

Her attention never once fails you or turns away, enamoured with your every mere breath.

“You’re gorgeous. Your magnetic field is too strong for me to cope. Your energy draws me in. You’re all I want.”

“More.” she coaxes, a single word, but a whisper, and yet it stokes the embers of desire in the pit of your stomach, your forehead creasing to attempt to draw some concentration back from the depths of your mind where your fantasies about her saying that exact word in that exact breathy way linger.

Perhaps your adulation is excessive, but you don't miss the sparkle in her eyes at each compliment you dole. This is your final card, though, and you’re going to play it right, so you forget about the consequences of touching her hand in a darkness room, and simply intertwine your fingers, drawing your noses to meet over the table.

“You've ruined my life, by not being mine,” you profess, ensuring that your hot breath fans over her lips. You can feel her shudder. “And you know there’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.”

“I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”

And just like that, the world stops turning around you. Your heart lilts, your mind prattles on about all you want to say, all you want to do. But then it stops. And all of a sudden, you’re intrepid, desperate to ravish her and ruin her for all other women, eager to kiss her voraciously until you can scarcely breathe, yearning to feel her words of reassurance wrap around you, if only she agrees to your proposal over that of the hot bartender.

“Well, I’ve told you what's up, so I guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats. Alone... unless you wanna come along.”

You push away from the table and stand with a slight shrug, turning your back on her, making strides for the door and the storm bristling outside. Only, you barely make it to the door before Liz’s slender hand is wrapped around your arm, and is turning you back to her, tugging you closer, chest to chest, nose to nose.

“Fuck yes, księżniczka. After that, of course I’m coming.”

Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, a desperate battle of will, and her tongue slides over the seam of your lips. You grant her entry with an open mouth, heat skittering over your skin as she holds you tighter, closer, with a deeper urgency you don’t hesitate to match.

Her crystal eyes simmer as she withdraws, her forehead on yours. Her lips brush yours as she breathes, and she grabs your hand, heading out into the night with Liz, at long last.

“For the record, you’re gorgeous and perfect and drive me crazy too. Everything you said tonight, I echo. What can I say?”

You’re gorgeous.

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[angelic-holland]

Four’s A Crowd But Baby I Like to Party

Summary: Tom indulges your biggest fantasy one night after ACE comic con. Or the time that Tom lets you fuck Seb and Mackie while he watches.

Warnings: foursome??? unprotected sex, filth and debauchery, mild overstimulation, just like lots of sex

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I had to indulge in my dream and I’m sorry for posting this at 8am my time. also first time I’ve ever written anything like this so give me a break. Mackie’s family is not mentioned and neither is any infidelity, for the sake of the story everyone is single. Not adding my regular tag list because idk who wants to read this. 

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“No, it’s so embarrassing,” you giggle, pressed against Tom’s side at the very empty hotel bar.

“What? Can’t be as embarrassing as when I said I wanted to fuck you in a corner of a club.”

“Shhh, Tom, they could be here,” you shush Tom, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Who are, love?” He kisses along your finger as you finish your first glass of wine.

“The, mhm, remember when you asked me who, who of your friends, I would, you know,” you fall into another fit of giggles as Tom mouths at your neck, kissing along your jaw.

“Who of the avengers you’d fuck?”

Sometimes Tom is so blunt and it kills you, because you’re almost tipsy and you’re eyes are darting around the empty bar.

“Shhh, oh my god,” you’re putty in Tom’s hands as he bites down on your neck, soothing the spot with his tongue as your hands grip his arms, hands wrapped around your waist and gripping right above your ass. 

“What pretty girl?”

“They’re here,” you moan as Tom leaves a hickey on your neck as your eyes widen.

“Who?” He looks up from his spot and his eyes land on two taller men, dressed in what they wore to the panel earlier, who’s eyes immediately land on your face in momentary bliss.

“Woah, children, please,” Mackie laughs as they strolls over to you, “careful Tom, your Instagram girlfriends might have a problem with your side piece,” he jokes as him and Sebastian come to a halt in front of you, Tom turning to face them.

You and Tom both groan at the outburst from the fan from earlier, a surge of embarrassment coursing through Tom’s veins.

“It’s okay, we all have crazies like that, just not used to hearing from them at conventions,” Seb laughs, patting Tom’s shoulder.

“Either way, whatever you were doing, take it upstairs because that 90 year old perv in the corner is getting an eyeful,” Mackie nods towards an older man sitting in the corner of the bar.

“Do you boys wanna join us for a nightcap?” Tom asks, hand giving your ass a gentle squeeze as you yelp, shyly tucking your head into his neck.

“What kinda nightcap we talking about?” Mackie cracks up, slapping Seb’s chest and you peek out at the beautiful men in front of you. 

“Keep it in your pants for now,” you joke, both you and Tom are surprised by your flirting.

Seb and Mackie are as well, giving each other a look that’s shared between friends, you can’t quite understand it. 

“Why don’t you boys head up to our room while I settle the tab?” Tom pulls out his wallet and you tuck your head back into his neck as they all exchange a look. 

“Are we really going to do this?” You mumble as they leave and Tom pays the bartender.

“Well, it’s up to you, were they the ones you wanted to fuck?” Tom whispers as the two of you make your way out of the bar, hands slipping out of each other’s grip as you walk into the hallway, sure someone might recognize the two of you, you’d rather not let the whole world know your secret. There were rumors, of course, the two of you being spotted at clubs together, the looks you gave each other on red carpets, the hickeys you would have all over your neck and the smug look on Tom’s face when you were photographed in public with friends. 

As you pushed the button for the elevator every bone in your body felt like it was vibrating. 

The doors shut and Tom was on you in an instant, pulling your hips flush with his as he kisses down your neck. 

“I don’t know if, I dunno if I could take all three of you at once,” you whine as his fingers push your dress up, hand resting against your bare ass. 

“Why’d you always gotta not wear panties with dresses?” He grunts as he tugs at your ass.

“Cause, you’re always wanting to fuck me in public, figured it was easier to give you access rather than you tearing my panties off.”

“How about,” Tom smacks your ass, groaning at the whine that slips past your lips, “you let them have your way with you, and I can sit back in that desk chair and watch.”

“Fuck Tommy,” you whimper as he smirks against your collarbone.

“You like that idea pretty girl?” 

There’s a ding that indicates the elevator is on your floor and Tom pulls away from you, you’re slightly flustered as you pull the skirt of your dress down. Tom looks down the hallway and when the coast is clear his hand slips in yours and pulls you towards your shared room.

“Wait,” you stop in your tracks as you come to a realization, “how do they have a key to our room?”

“Remember when you let me send some photos of us to my phone? I saw your albums full of their faces. I may or may not have asked them a while ago if this would be something they’d be into.”

“Tom! Wait, they’d want to?” You ask, hand resting on his chest as he grips your hip.

“Why do you think they’re waiting in there?”

“Wait, what if I’m awkward, or it’s weird or I do something wrong?”

“Hey, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, we can just have some drinks and send them on their merry way. But pretty girl, you’re so fucking hot even just thinking about you gets me hard. If you want to fuck Mackie and Seb, you fuck them.”

“Is there any, I mean, should we have any rules?”

“What do you mean? Like, what they can and can’t do? What are you comfortable with? We can discuss it with them.”

“I guess, I’d want one of them to fuck me, and maybe I could suck the other off?”

“And are you okay with kissing them?” Tom asks, cupping your cheek as you lean against the door to your room.

“I mean, yeah, would you be okay with that?”

“I might be a little jealous, but I know after tonight you’d be all mine again, so I wouldn’t be too bothered.”

You nod and smile as he kisses your lips.

“So why don’t we go ahead and talk to them? And you can stop at any time, all you have to do is say the word, sound good pretty girl?” He whispers against your lips.

“Let’s do it,” you turn around, pressing your ass against Tom as you unlock the door.

“Welcome to the party,” Mackie laughs, leaning against the dresser opposite the bed. You smile at the two men, Sebastian sitting on the edge of the bed as Tom shuts the door behind you.

“You wanna get them undressed while we talk pretty girl?” Tom asks, kissing you fiercely, his hand sliding to cup the back of your neck as your tongues meet. Your hands are all over him as you whine into his mouth, slipping under his shirt, cupping his hard cock over his jeans. You’ve got other ideas. 

“Wanna give them a little show?” Tom smirks against your lips and you nod, smiling as you kick your heels off, dropping to your knees and unbuckling Tom’s pants. Arguably one of your favorite things, leaving Tom a whimpering mess above you, one of the few times he really lost control was when you had him in your mouth. Your eyes glide over to the men watching with bated breath as you pull Tom’s cock out of his boxers, one hand wrapping around it while the other steadies yourself against his thigh. Mackie’s got a smirk on his face while Seb’s mouth is slightly open, both watching as you wrap your lips around the head of Tom’s cock.

“Fuck, good girl,” Tom grunts as you suck at the head of his cock before taking him further down your throat, relaxing your gag relax as you bob your head.

“That's one hell of a mouth,” Mackie comments, sending a shiver down your spine as you moan around Tom’s cock, hand slipping down to rest against his other thigh as you blink up at him.

“Want me to fuck your face pretty girl?”

You moan again, feeling Tom’s hand rest on your shoulder as his hips pull back, leaving just the head of his cock in your mouth before snapping forward, causing you to gag and instinctively pull away.

“Nuh uh, take my cock, thatta girl,” Tom smiles down at you, and it’s incredibly soft even as he’s fucking your mouth. It pulls on your heart slightly as your eyes slip shut.

You focus all your energy on sucking Tom off, savoring each grunt and moan that falls from his lips. You know he’s close after a while, spit running down your cheeks, eyes glassy as you feel Tom pull you off. You take deep breaths as he cups your chin.

“Not gonna last?” Mackie laughs.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tom almost growls back, helping you back off your knees and wiping the spit from your chin, hand cupping your neck and pulling you to his lips. You smile into the kiss before he pulls away.

“Go ahead, go take care of them pretty girl,” Tom tucks his cock back into his boxers before dropping his hands, watching as you stumble over to Sebastian.

“Can I?” You ask, eyeing his thighs, thick and mouth watering under his black jeans.

“Take a seat baby,” he pats his leg and you almost fall apart, straddling his thighs, your dress riding up and giving Mackie and Tom a view of your bare ass.

“Holy shit, she always do that?” Mackie asks as you run your hands up Seb’s chest, over the thick material of his black sweater.

“Only when she wants to be a slut,” Tom chuckles and you whimper as Seb’s hands glide up your bare thigh, hesitant before you nod, hands gripping his shoulders as you pull him in for a kiss. It’s scorching and it’s hot and completely different from the way Tom kisses you. His scruff burns your cheeks as your tongue presses along his lips, asking for entrance. He lets you in and his hands scrunch your dress up, hands hot against your bare hips as his fingers run up your sides.

You hear Tom behind you say something but your mind doesn’t comprehend it until you feel another set of hands against your back, gently brushing your hair to the side as they unzip your dress. 

“Can I touch you?” Mackie’s deep voice is music to your ear as you moan into Seb’s mouth, nodding. His hands brush the straps of your dress down your arms and you drop your arms for a second to let him tug the dress down, cooler hands moving around your front as hot lips press against your neck, eager and less hesitant than Seb, nipping and sucking against your skin. His hands grope your breasts, fingers longer and bigger than Tom’s, and he knows it too, smirking against the skin of your neck.

“Like the way my hands feel on you baby? They bigger than Tom’s? Fit your tits perfectly huh?” Mackie smiles as his fingers pinch your nipples, making you cry out against Seb. 

“Shut the fuck up Mackie,” Tom grunts and Mackie moves back to suck and bite at your shoulder while Seb’s fingers inch towards your heat.

You whine into Seb’s mouth as his thumb grazes your clit.

“They’re gonna make you feel good okay pretty girl?” You hear Tom and you nod, feeling Mackie’s hands pull at your dress.

“Arms up,” Mackie orders and you pull away from Seb’s lips with a pout, missing the burn of his stubble against your cheeks. 

You do as he says and he pulls your dress over your head, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, being the only one naked. You grab at the bottom of Seb’s sweater, helping him pull it off. Mackie’s strong hands are gone and you whimper as Seb pulls you back towards him, hips flush as his hands cup your breasts. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles before kissing down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and you cry out, arching your back as his hand works on your other nipple. 

“Like when he touches you? Like the beard huh?” Mackie smirks, brushing hair out of your eyes as his hand covers your throat, not applying any pressure, thumb stroking your jaw as Seb works over your nipples, scruff leaving a path of burning skin as he moved to your other nipple.

“Fuck,” you moan as Mackie’s hands are back on your body, gripping your ass as you grind down on Seb’s crotch, feeling how hard he is underneath his black jeans. You feel Mackie’s bare chest against your back as Seb’s thumb moves faster against your clit.

You’re falling apart between the two men, your eyes glancing to Tom who’s pulled up the desk chair and watching them take you apart.

His hand is around his cock and he’s tugging it slowly, you whimper as you feel a thick finger against your entrance, slowly pushing into you as you cry out for him.

“Seb…” your voice is breathy and spurs him on, adding a second finger as he fucks into you quicker. 

“Gonna come all over Sebastian’s fingers baby? You’re practically shaking against me,” Mackie whispers into your ear before tugging your earlobe between his teeth. 

“Fuck, please, please can I come,” you whimper as Mackie’s hand slowly presses down against your throat. 

“You got her asking for permission? So well behaved,” Mackie smiles and Tom nods, eyes sparkling with admiration for your obedience even while you’re fucked out between the two men.

“You can come pretty girl.”

You thrash against Seb’s fingers, clamping down on them as you come, body shaking as both of their hands help you stay upright.

Seb continues to fuck you through your orgasm as you twitch against him, grunting as his teeth graze your nipple.

“How’d you want us baby girl?” Seb mumbles against your breasts as his fingers slip out of you.

“Fuck, I, just take me, please,” your mind is hazy and all you can think of is how much you want their cocks. 

“No, gotta use your words, tell them exactly what you want,” you hear Tom above the buzz in your ears from excitement and the sound of Seb sucking your juices off his fingers.

You know it’s not meant to humiliate you, instead, it’s supposed to do the exact opposite. He wants to make sure that everything that’s happening is your idea, that you make the rules and they play to your limits. You shouldn’t give them free reign, you needed to tell them what they could do, even just a simple nod in the right direction. That doesn’t stop you from feeling heat rise through your body as you whimper against Mackie’s hold.

“Can you, can you fuck my pussy Seb, please, and can, fuck,” you can barely get any words out as they work over your body and you’re struggling to say the next words, “Mackie, please, please fuck my mouth.”

Mackie almost growls at the command, pulling you off of Seb’s lap, hands gripping your hips tightly as you wobble slightly. 

You watch as Seb stands up, his hands working down his pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but whimper as Mackie grinds against your ass and you see Seb’s cock for the first time.

“Like what you see?” Mackie kisses along your shoulders, biting down harshly and making you yelp before Seb is grabbing ahold of you and helping you down on the bed, turning you around on your hands and knees so you’re perpendicular to Tom who gets to see you get absolutely ruined from both ends.

“Gonna take our cocks?” Seb asks, your hands shake as you hold yourself up, watching Mackie slowly strip off his jeans, moaning as Seb runs his cock along your folds.

“Please, fuck, need them, need you, please,” you turn to look at Tom, eyes begging for permission, waiting for his go.

The two men notice and as Mackie climbs onto the bed he teases you.

“Gotta ask Tom permission for everything huh? Ask him if you can come, ask him if you can make him feel good? Who knew you two were so kinky,” he kneels in front of your face and your jaw drops as his cock bobs in front of you, thick and veiny and you want it in your mouth yesterday. 

“Answer him pretty girl,” Tom demands and you nod, gulping before you respond.

“Yes, love asking him permission.”

“Mhm, do you like when he gives you that permission? Or do you like when he says no? When he doesn’t let you come? Leaves you a dripping mess but never gives you relief?” 

You gasp as Seb’s cock pushes ever so slightly into your entrance as Mackie’s thumb hooks into your mouth, running along your lip.

“Like when, sometimes he’ll edge me a lot and then make me come, oh god,” you whimper as Seb pushes into you.

“How much does he make you come?” Seb asks curiously, his hands tight on your hips as he pulls you back against his cock. 

“Fuck, I, I don’t know, the record was, oh, fuck,” you whine.

“Got such a filthy mouth baby girl, want something to keep you full?” Mackie asks and your attention is back on him.

“You remember our record?” Tom asks, watching as you strain to reach Mackie’s cock with your lips.

“I uh, mhm, fuck,” you whimper, remembering that time Tom tied your arms above your head and ate you out until you were sobbing, that definitely held the record, “fifteen?”

“I think it was sixteen, that was a good night wasn’t it?” Tom smiles and you nod your head, keeping your mouth wide open as you wait patiently for the feeling Mackie’s cock on your tongue.

“Fifteen? I bet you were a drooling, whimpering mess huh? Kinda like now, gotta get some more orgasms out of you then? Think we can fuck you better than that?”

You whimper at the condescending tone of Mackie’s voice, laced with confidence as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

Seb’s hand slips under you, rubbing your clit as your throat constricts around Mackie’s cock.

You feel yourself ridiculously close already and your legs are shaking as they struggle to hold you up as Seb pushes you close to the edge. You can’t ask Tom permission with your mouth full so you squeeze your eyes shut, praying they don’t push you over the edge. 

You’re whining against his cock, spit dripping down your chin and he laughs, you cry as he pulls out of you, his finger running through the drool before fucking it back into your mouth. 

“Do you have something to ask Tom?”

“Can I come?” It comes out garbled and messy with Mackie’s fingers still in your mouth.

“You can come as much as you want tonight pretty girl, it’s all about you.”

You cry out as your cunt clenches down on Seb’s cock, his thumb flicking your clit as you come.

“Thank you,” you whimper around Mackie’s fingers before he pulls them out, shoving his cock right back in. 

There’s no fight or struggle between Seb and Mackie, while one fucks you down on their cock, the other pulls you almost clean off, leaving one end of you positively full while the other is close to empty. They’ve definitely done this before is your only thought as you come again, unexpectedly just because your throat is constricting around Mackie’s cock and Seb told you how pretty your pussy looked stretched around his cock.  

Each whimper against his cock sends a shiver down Mackie’s spine and causes your cunt to clench around Seb, which only spurs him on further, fucking into you with abandon.

You would sometimes catch yourself asking Tom for permission to come, voice muffled and absolutely pathetic around their cocks, it didn’t even sound like English as you attempted to speak.

Mackie would force out a laugh between moans which would have you close to tears as you came.  

You knew they were both close as their words became fewer and fewer and the room was filled with grunts from Mackie and softer groans from Sebastian. You tried to look at Tom but Mackie’s hips and your hair got in the way.

“You going to let them come in you? Or come all over your face and ass? What do you say pretty girl?” Tom asks and you whine as your lips are pulled off Mackie’s cock. 

“Come on me, please come all over me,” you whimper, fucking yourself back on Seb’s cock as you stare up at Mackie, lips wet and shiny with your spit, pouting as he jerks himself off. 

You feel Seb twitch inside of you before pulling out and coming over your ass and back with a moan of your name. 

Mackie grunts as Seb runs a thumb through his come, using it to rub your clit and make you come one more time. 

You slip your eyes shut as he comes all over your face, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you upright. 

You whimper as he comes down, fingers running through the come on your face as Seb uses his fingers to run through your slick and dripping folds. 

You watch Tom out of the corner of your eye, hand speeding up on his cock. The moment Mackie pushes two come covered fingers into your mouth and Seb pushes two into your pussy Tom comes, all over his stomach and hand with a long drawn out moan of your name. 

“You okay pretty girl?” He asks as you come one last time around Seb’s fingers, legs and arms shaking from exertion.

You nod, smiling, practically fucking beaming, you felt fantastic, your limbs were on fire but you had come so many times you lost track, and the comforting hand on your hip and one on your jaw were the only things keeping you upright.

“Did so good baby girl,” you hear Mackie say as your eyes slip shut, focusing on the fingers in your mouth, sucking them like you did his cock.

“Fucking fantastic,” Seb agreed from behind you. You hear shuffling around and the warmth of a wet washcloth against your back and ass, cleaning you off. You whine as Mackie slips his fingers out of your mouth and you feel the sensation of the washcloth on your face, wiping that clean as well. Their hands slowly massage your shoulders, your hips, your thighs. 

“Come on pretty girl, let’s say goodbye so we can take a bath,” you hear Tom say and you hum happily, opening your eyes as strong hands help you sit up. 

Your arms use what little strength they have to wrap around Mackie’s shoulders, pulling him into a kiss, the first kiss you’ve given him tonight. His lips are tougher than Seb or Tom’s, taking you, taking all of you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth as his hand not so gently smacks your ass, causing you to moan into his mouth. His light stubble also feels fucking fantastic against your cheeks before you pull away, smiling at him before strong hands on your hips turn you around, bringing you face to face with Seb as Mackie slips off the bed.

“This was fun,” he smiles and you nod, feeling heat rise to your cheeks before you kiss him, slower and longer than Mackie, only using your tongue at the last moment to gently swipe at his lips before you pull back.

“Bye boys,” you giggle as they slowly get dressed and Tom holds his hand out. You cuddle into Tom’s side as they get dressed, exchanging another look with Tom, then Seb gives you a soft smile and Mackie a smirk before leaving.

“Was that okay?” Tom asks, fingers running along your bare sides as you walk to the bathroom.

“More than okay,” you nod, smiling at Tom as he starts the bath.

“You’re all mine again, and I yours,” he smiles, running his fingers through his hair before you pull him towards you, kissing him as your hands slip onto his shoulders.

You pull back, resting your forehead against his, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Pt 2. of the pianist!Chuuya fic!

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You were the best musical duo in all of Yokohama. With your stunning voice and Chuuya’s nimble fingers playing jazzy riffs on the piano, everyone who watched your performances was enthralled the entire time by the sheer talent emanating from the both of you. And of course, the chemistry between you both was unmistakably noticeable. You and him would often steal little glances at one another throughout each of your performances, and occasionally flash each other a smile. You performed all the classic jazz songs, from Martha Tilton, to Ella Fitzgerald, to Frank Sinatra. Chuuya had a phenomenal voice as well, for someone who was so focused on the piano. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you were perfect for each other. Your music lightened up any atmosphere that came into the Bar Lupin, and the owner was always grateful for your presence; he’d settled on giving you both freebies each time you finished a performance!

Months past, and the both of you had grown closer and closer to each other, with private practice sessions followed by long conversations in the lounge at his penthouse, complete with wine and soulful jazz playing on the record. He’d often take to flirting, and of course your timid little heart, though slowly coming out of its shell, was often prone to stutter at his various compliments and gestures; from the way he called you a “pretty young thing” to how he would gently brush a few strands of hair away from your face so that he got a clear view of your eyes, you were wrapped around his finger at that point. You were falling for him, hard. And he was falling for you. It was mutual pining, and quite obvious to the public eye. They would coo over even the smallest of gestures you would do for each other, or they would compliment how you two would make a great couple, to which the redhead would sling an arm around your waist before pulling you close, responding smugly with “I very much agree!” with a stupid smirk on his face, and you could never tell whether he was joking or not.

Even when he would look deeply into your eyes and praise you, in what you registered almost as a loving tone for the times you’d succeeded in something, or when he would take both your hands and press gentle kisses to the back of each palm before placing another kiss to your forehead when you were feeling low, your heart was always conflicted as to whether or not he meant it platonically, or something more.

That was, until a certain day.

“Hey,” Chuuya said gently, coaxing you out of your daydream state as you both sat at the bar. It was a cool evening, and you both had the day off, having been performing all week. “I have something I wanna show you,” he murmured, taking your hand before giving it an amicable squeeze.

“Hm? What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head to the side curiously as you looked into his sparkling sapphire eyes.

Chuuya grinned. “You’ll see,” he said excitedly, before stepping off the bar stool, leaning over to tap the table to get the bartender’s attention. “’Ya mind if I play a little piano? There’s somethin’ special I wanna show everyone,” he said cheerily.

Your eyes widened a little. What did he mean special?

“The piano’s always open for you, Chuuya! Be our guest,” the bartender said, shooting him a friendly smile before gesturing towards the piano.

“Thanks!” he beamed, turning and walking towards the piano with a little skip in his step. He stops before the piano to turn his head and look at you, beckoning you forth. Nervous as to what he was planning, you shimmied forward towards the front of the room, just before the little stage with the piano.

“Take a seat for me, angel. I wanna show you somethin’ tonight,” he murmured, whisking himself over onto the piano bench.

Chuuya cleared his throat before calling out the the audience he had before him. “Ladies, gentlemen, non-binary individuals... I’d like to play something,” he said with a little smile, causing the audience to quiet down as to what was in store for them at this moment.

“It’s something that’s a little bit... special to me. For a special someone,” he said more gently now, his eyes trailing over from the audience towards you.

You felt a fiery heat rush up your face, meeting his eyes shyly. What on earth was about to happen?

Chuuya trained his eyes back on the keys, and he began to play.

Oh.

You knew what song this was. It was your favorite song, the song you told him that represented love for you.

Put your head on my shoulder...

Paul Anka. The familiar lyrics fluttered through the air in a rich melody of love and warmth as the redhead sang, his voice an incomparably beautiful symphony that resonated throughout the bar. Everyone was captivated, but you...

As he looked at you with a familiar gaze that stirred up such strong emotions in your heart, you felt the song wrap around you in the most sincere, affectionate embrace.

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so tight, show me

That you love me too...

You understood now.

That familiar look in his eyes that he had now...

It was the same that he had all those moments before.

When he listened to you sing... when you told him silly jokes while you were tipsy on merlot...

Even when you were suffering, he was there, looking at you with a telltale emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Until now.

It was love. Pure, wholehearted love that flowed from his heart into yours as he sang, looking at you with absolute adoration. You felt the tears sting your eyes as you smiled at him.

God. You realized now, how much you loved him. How much you cared for him.

You loved everything about him. His kindness, his talent, his humor...

Every single damned thing.

Was this really for you? Could this be true? Was this his way of professing?

And the thoughts filled with uncertainty swirled through your mind once again, until he finished. Your breath hitched as the final chord of the piano rang throughout the bar.

The audience erupted into applause and whistles as he walked towards you with the most loving grin on his face. He didn’t care about all the cheers; his entire attention was set on you.

Ah. So your brain was playing you once again, huh?

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You looked up into his eyes, gripping the lapel of his jacket as he gazed at you, his fingers so subtly trailing across the small of your back in the softest of patterns as he leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, your noses brushing together ever so slightly.

“So?” he hummed in question, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling in curiosity, but with a tinge of hopefulness, and the slightest bit of anxiety. He didn’t know what he would do if you turned him down, because God, he was too damn in love with you. He just wanted you to be his to hold, to kiss, to whisper words of love to. He wanted you all to himself; he just didn’t know how he could let you go right now.

“What do you say, hm?”

He waited with bated breath, arms adjusting around you to hold you more firmly, like he was afraid you’d slip out of his grasp.

Lucky for him, though. There was no place right now where you’d rather be other than in his arms, just like this.

You said nothing, but smiled and met his lips with yours.

And as you kissed, Chuuya felt all the love you had kept from him pour into his heart, filling him with joy. Your lips were so damn pretty; he knew that already, and he knew they would be good to kiss.

He just never expected it to be this amazing. Your lips were soft, and you tasted like the apple cider and rum you were drinking only a few moments ago. Most of all, when he kissed you...

He felt at home. Like it was where he belonged.

The hoots and cheers died out, until all you could focus on was the way Chuuya’s soft lips moved against yours, overflowing you with a melody of his love and adoration; the way his embrace made you feel safe and warm, and happy.

Finally, you both found your missing puzzle piece. And there was no way you would ever let each other go.

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 8

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Word Count: 4300+

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU.  Declan and Bella's first day and night of the music festival road trip.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Drinking. Fluff. Mutual Pining. Low key flirting. 

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Declan has Mike help him carrying his bags and the supplies for the trip to the music festival from the bar. He'd taken the lead to get everything set up beforehand, even charging up the solar panels so you could both just plug in and play once you took the around four-hour road trip to Ohio.

"So ya stoppin' by the store to pick up anythin' else before ya leave big fella?" Mike says with a wink and a knock of his elbow.

"I don't know what kind of snacks she likes so we'll be running in for that, that's why I left the cabinets and that basket empty." He motions to the cabinet in the built-in with a sink on top made into the wall of the cozy, renovated van.

"Not what I meant," Mike mutters. "I figure it was so long ago the last time you brought condoms they'd all be withered and dry by now." he snickers.

Declan turns his head towards him, brow low and a 'huh?' look of confusion on his face. "I wasn't gonna take any?" his voice lilts.

"So you're just gonna knock her up then?" Mike jokes.

"I wasn't planning on having sex with her." he states flatly.

"Really? Ya stuck in this small space for days, sharin' a bed with a girl ya like and ya aren't expectin' to sleep with her?" his face shows he's unconvinced.

"No," he says innocently. "I like her, yeah." he nods. "Which is why I don't plan on sleeping with her. I don't wanna fuck this up by making assumptions." he says defensively.

"What? Ya don't think she wants to?"

"I don't know. I don't think so, which is why I'm not going to. Like I said. You've seen her, does she seem like the kind to jump into bed with someone?" he huffs out a laugh.

"You got a point. A bit cold, that one."

"She's not cold. Just..." he shrugs. "I think she needs a friend right now. Seems kinda lonely, y'know? So that's what this is. I'm gonna treat it like I was going with anyone else." he holds his hands up in surrender. "This trip is going to either make us hate each other or we'll come back a lot closer. I hope it's the latter, cause yeah I DO like her but I want her to like me. She's like a wild animal, dude, you can't be aggressive with her. Gotta earn her trust and then she'll decide what to do from there."

"Your outdoorsman habits are servin' ya well with this one." he grins. ---------------------------- He pulls up to Bella's house and she already has her bags ready by the door, which he truly appreciates. She's relieved to see that the ride is, in fact, a large van, but at least it didn't have a giant airbrushed wizard on the side. Well actually, she wouldn't have minded that so much either. In a sensible navy, beige and tan it looks like it's ripped from a 70's postcard. Declan opens up the side to give her a look as he can see the apprehension in her face to the size of it from the outside. He goes to grab her bags and she leans into the upholstered and homey space. It looked entirely charming and cozy, he certainly hadn't lied about that. The bed took up most of the space, pushed against the back doors on storage risers. A line of LED's across the top would serve as lighting, and she did love some twinkle lights for snug ambiance. She had some in her own bedroom. A sink, cabinet and hot plate are in sight, lots of storage and every bit of space used for something. It went from the very backs of the seats, with thick window covering rolled up over the large front window, to the back doors, a shelf against one wall by the bed, an open space in front of the side door and everything was new and clean lightly stained wood with modern decor. The feminine touches could be seen and were not going unappreciated.

"This is a lot better than I was anticipating." she expresses as she pushes her bags underneath the bed.

"Told you. I wouldn't take you out in some miserable, freezing hippie van. We've got water, power and wifi, what more do you need?" he grins, patting her back before moving back to the house together.

She says goodbye to Robbie, locks up and sets the house alarms, making sure everything is synced to her phone.  She had CeeCee set to come to check on Robbie every night, even though there was an automatic feeder and water bowl for him. She'd bought him a new catnip toy to distract him and he was currently just fine with her leaving.

"Here's the cord." he says, handing her the AUX with no apprehension.

"So I do get to be in charge of the most important part of the trip?" she grins.

"You're the music man, unless you want to listen to the same thing over and over or a mixed bag on my Spotify, which is new so it's not like it's customized yet."

"No, no. I made playlists." she nods enthusiastically, sitting her purse down on the soft carpeted floor and pulling her legs into her seat, leaning over on the armrest towards him.

"Gonna stop by the store first, load up on snacks and junk before we hit the road." he says, craning his neck and looking at all the large mirrors on the van.

"Hopefully mostly junk." she mutters as her fingers scrolls through her lists.

"Whatever you want babe. We'll need plenty of calories."

"True. I'm gonna see as much as I can so that means I'm pulling your big ass around with me." she smiles.

"If you think I'd let you go anywhere alone you're wrong." he states obviously, now steady on the road.

She gives him a sideways glance, a more subtle smile on her face before returning her eyes to the screen.

"Don't play the good ones just yet. Wait until we get on the highway." he nods, wagging a finger to the console.

"That a rule captain?" she quirks up an eyebrow.

"Tradition." he nods with a confident, charming smile, hands drumming on the steering wheel. "We're cool, we don't have "rules"." he says with a stuck out tongue and air quotations around the word as she snorts in amusement.

"Don't try so hard, dad." she snickers. "We'll go random until we hit the road. Don't want to upset the road trip gods. We'll be together for far too long to have this be a cursed trip. Don't want people to find us both dead in the van from killing each other."

"Yeah." he laughs with shaking shoulders. "Let's avoid that if at all possible."

They take in a large container and basket, the space for snacks alotted and quickly fill it up. They guess at the space in the mini fridge, keeping the frozen and refrigerated foods to a minimum. To save space he suggests hard liquor, she grabs two bottles of wine and he only gives her a little bit of shit for it.

"Thought you were a whiskey drinkin' woman, Bells."

"Thought you were a bartender who shouldn't make fun of peoples choices." she wiggles her eyebrows at him and grins with closed lips.

"Oh damn, alright. Didn't know you liked wine." he holds his hands up in surrender.

"I usually drink it alone but I'll get dehydrated and feel like hell if I drink hard liquor the whole time."

"Fair point."

"Oh shit we don't have to leave room in this for water do we?" she frowns.

"Nah, nah. I got two cases already in there."

"Good man." she pats his back and he smiles, watching her walk down the snack aisle in her comfy traveling clothes. As always, if he allowed himself her leggings would've been a distraction.

She wears a long, red tank top that covers any bits that would make her uncomfortable. Didn't want to be full camel toe for hours in the van. A long, oversized lightweight cardigan hits her mid-thigh, it's in a dark grey to not clash with the black leggings. It annoyed her to an irrational extent when she wore two shades of black that didn't match exactly. She was trying to keep her cool and enjoy herself, not give away what a basketcase she was.

As she bends over to choose between jarred nuts, he sees a hint of a tattoo between her cleavage. He catches himself with a low brow, concentrating for too long in interest. He wondered with the warmer temperatures expected if he'd get to finally see some of her tattoos. He hadn't wanted to ask, that would be too clumsy of him. As always, he would wait for her to share first then follow her lead.

The drive up is filled with stories and feels easy just like their tipsy conversations did. She shares her knowledge of the headliners, he gets to try to not wreck while she dances in her seat. She raps and sings, feet up on the dash as she hands him snacks and he eats out of her fingers as he keeps his eyes on the road. They were both relaxed, except for the understood stiffness from being stuck in a car for over four hours. Once again he finds himself learning something new every time they were together. There's no talk of work, only music and shows they've been too before, previous festival experiences. She had a few more on him. It was a big part of her life and he saw how important it was to her. He wanted to make this festival one of the best she'd been to. The last thing he wanted ot to achieve with this trip was adding himself to the list of guys that let her down.

The check-in and registry goes easier than it ever had for him, but he'd never had VIP tickets to anything before. They get their stack of wrist bands and find a place to set up the van. It's early in the afternoon, the sun out as advertised with a light breeze. The weather couldn't have been better for it. He's grateful to find she wants to help set up and finds her stronger than she looked. She lifted the awning that rested extended out and rested over the sliding side door, set up the tailgate that came out of the double back doors as he hooked up power and water. Their teamwork was nearly seamless, both sitting and breaking into the case of water as they rested in the shade.

"It's still early," she says, looking through a pamphlet with all the festival information. "But the vendors should be open. Not too many people here yet. Probably won't get busy until tonight."

"Usually how it goes." he nods. "You wanna walk around? Get a feel of the place? It'll be packed the rest of the time."

"Yeah." she nods, putting the paper in her crossbody bag. "Lemme get my boots on and we'll go." she changes out of her flats, he gets to see one of her tattoos up close. A black, green and orange retro style Halloween style cat on top of her foot.

"That's cool." he says with a nod and a point of his finger before she pulls on her socks.

"Thanks." she says with a polite smile. "Hurt like a mother fucker." she chuckles. "I guess you will be getting to see my tattoos this weekend won't you?" she smirks and narrows her eyes at him.

"Am I?" he answers with a huff of a laugh.

"I mean I've got my outfits and stuff so yeah." she nods.

"Outfits huh?"

"Yeah. Festival outfits, ya know?" she says, pulling on her worn combat boots. Wanting support and not caring if they got dirty.

"Not really no." he shakes his head.

"You don't like to get dressed up for these things?" she asks with a  tilt of her head.

"I guess I do. But it's kinda how I dress anyway." he laughs at himself.

"True you do have a distinct sort of style."

"Thank you?" he says with a wrinkle of his nose, not sure if it was a compliment or not. Luckily for him, it makes her smile.

"You're welcome. I wasn't being shady," she explains. "I like to dress up. And I don't have an excuse to a lot so I like to do it for festivals."  she elaborates.

"You do?" he says with the same unsure look.

"Yeah...why? What's that look for?"

"I've just never seen you in anything but jeans and t-shirts." he offers innocently with a shrug.

"It's been cold." she emphasizes. "Once it's warmer I can get a little crazier," she says standing and stretching.  "This is a surprise to you I see." she stands with her hands on her hips.

"Honestly, yeah. Didn't seem like a... high fashion sorta girl."

"Not high fashion. I would agree with that." she wags a finger as she speaks. "But I like dressing like a hooker in the '70s from new york." she laughs. "I'm reading myself, but not too harshly. I like that 70's rockstar vibe ya know?" she nods and sticks out her hip.

"I think I do." he nods.

"Well you'll see some tomorrow won't you." she offers with a smile.

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Now familiar with the layout, and having tried too many of the food booths with their discount they walk back through the steadily growing crowd to the van. They waste time, drinking some sub-par beers they'd bought before heading back, sitting on the bed in the back with the doors open.  They sit and go over the bands they'd like to make a point to see, having sampled most, if not all of them on the ride down. He finds himself amused as she makes a list, hunched over with crossed legs with her pen and note pad, writing down who they wanted to see, when they played and where and what they could potentially work out for themselves. He supposes he hadn't expected her to be as carefree as he was, as he was a go with the flow sort of guy. There would be no lists or agenda if it was up to him. He was grateful, however, to get to see how her mind worked. She was detailed oriented and thorough, as he was finding out with her texts and emails about setting up the music venue at the bar. She was almost formal in how she handled plans in her head. In her execution of things that weren't business, she allowed an air of casualness to the actions planned when she was with him. His calm and easy going vibe helped bring hers out. She had missed feeling at ease and with him at an event like this with anonymity, she was feeling him slowly pull the lighter side of her out. The beers were certainly helping this move forward faster.

She's more than relieved when it comes to time to sleep, driving always exhausted her for some reason and being out in the heat setting up the van hadn't helped matter any. With emotions high her body needed to sleep and recover. She kept her usual expression of indifference as it came time to settle in, but he was glad to see her face more relaxed around him, seeing it was clear that when not around anyone else, she seemed to carry herself a lot lighter. The thought had crossed his mind that this could be because he was there with her, but again, he tried not to get his hopes up.

"So," she nods, digging through her bag for her pajamas. "Same bed huh?" she has a playful subtle smile as she pulls pajamas out of her bag.

"Yeah. How ya wanna do this?" he asks, pulling the back doors closed and locking them. "Don't wanna... make you uncomfortable or anything." he offers with a motion of his hand.

She pouts her lips in thought, putting her bag back and sitting on her knees in the floor. "I'll be fine," she says with a wave of her hand. "Let's get changed and then get in and see how it goes. Don't know how we're gonna fit in there. Both our big asses might cause some problems." she laughs as he crawls out of the van to give her some privacy to change.

She gives him the go-ahead, kneeling on the bed facing away from him. His eyes go a bit wide for a moment, getting to see her in a pair of soft linen pajama shorts with little skulls on them, rolled at the waist, her top half covered by a tight tank top that seemed to leave little to the imagination. Or perhaps his imagination was just overactive. He clears his throat, a jolt to get ahold of himself. He was a grown man, not some teenager, he could do this. Just turn it off, he says to himself.

"Your turn." she says with a smile, crawling out and brushing by him, sliding on some rubber bottomed house shoes to wait outside for him.

It only takes him a minute, a quick full strip and pulling on some basketball shorts and a tank top of his own, shoving the clothes he'd had on into a bag designated for laundry before he slides open the door again.

"Damn I wish I could change that fast." she chuckles as she slides the door shut behind her. Just as he had, she finds herself paused for a moment as he fluffs pillows on his knees, moving to unfold blankets.

"I have no secrets to share. Wear less clothes maybe?" he says without thinking and then goes back to concentrating on the task at hand more than is necessary.  

"Valid advice." she nods and gives a polite smile, watching his guard go up for a moment, but it gave her time to be entirely thirsty at the sight before her. She'd never seen him in anything but a loose band shirt before and as cliche as it felt to have some slow-mo, hearing Dream Weaver playing in the background moment the first time she saw him exposed, it was happening whether she liked it or not. He looked even bigger somehow without the bulk of clothes. She also hadn't been so aware of how fit he was. He looked big, knew he was strong, seeing him lift things from the trucks at the bar but she didn't expect the visible lean muscle that had been hiding under those shirts. He wasn't ripped, there were no veins or sharp angles to him. Everything looked soft and approachable. With his brown skin looking warm and inviting, she told her heart to slow down in her chest.

For a distraction from the heat she felt in her face, she moves to get her laptop, planning on watching something before falling asleep. She digs out her bag and he's once again faced with her body as he huffs out a burst of air. She looked soft and strong. He could see the results of her weight lifting she'd told him about, but as she'd claimed, her love of food kept her soft. But the way her ass looked in her seemingly innocent shorts was making him feel exactly the opposite. He could see her tattoos, the shapes of them from this distance anyway, the ones on her back obscured by her hair.

"So what do you wanna watch?" she asks,  crawling on her knees with the laptop childishly before handing it off to him as he lay back in the bed.

"What do we have to catch up on?"

"I thought maybe we could watch the Woodstock documentary since we're here. I haven't seen the one on Netflix yet." she says, sitting next to him, legs crossed and pulling up her hair, her fingers quick as she braided it back. He got a chance to see her tattoos. A glimpse of what looked like a woman with horns on her back, something peeking out from her shorts, quickly hidden when she yanked her tank top back down. Her arm was the most apparent. A woman's hand with long black nails holding an apple, a snake wrapped around her the wrist and the fruit. It took up the space from her elbow to her shoulder with different flowers surrounding it. even carrying to the underside of her arm. It was clean and colorful and he felt it suited her. It looked sexy and dark and he was starting to hope that was a side of her that he would get a chance to see.

"Sounds good to me." he shrugs, but he would've agreed to anything she said, really.

She leans over as he flicks through her queue, reaching for her bag by the bed. "You aren't sensitive to smells and stuff are you?" she asks. He sees a bottle of what he's assuming is lotion appear as she turns back to him.

"Nah. Go ahead." he says, moving to sit the computer on the shelf opposite them. He settles in under the blankets and smells something amazing come from the bottle. It was deep and sweet, like the ripe berries he looked forward to eating in the summer during his hikes in the woods and a wiff of vanilla. It had a twist, something musky like patchouli. He knew he'd never smelled anything like it before, and watching her rub it over her body was something he wasn't able to watch for very long. "That smells really good." he remarks, giving her a nod.

"I'll be getting a lot of sun so I wanted to moisturize," she explains, holding both her hands out to him.  He looks at her with confusions. "You want some?" she asks innocently.

"Uh. Sure." he shrugs, why the hell not. Give her a reason to touch him. She takes his hands and works the excess lotion into them, she was so soft against his calloused hands.  

"You definitely did need some." she grins, working it into his palms with her thumbs. "Workin' man hands." she chuckles. "Gotta take care of them or they'll end up looking some old gnarled tree." she gives him a friendly smile.  Her two hands wrapped around his one at a time, seeing tiny dots and marks of tattoos on his fingers. With both of her hands on his, one at a time, together they were about the same size. They cracked under the pressure she rubbed into them with but they didn't feel tense as she worked in the lotion to his skin. "There. Now you'll smell better too." she teases, tossing the bottle back into the bag and snuggling under the covers.

"What? Do I stink?" he asks and lifts his arm to smell his armpit and the laugh that comes from her surprises him, she shakes the bed, her chest rumbling and her face not hiding her amusement from him.

"No." she shakes her head. "Just meant I thought it smelled good." she answers, propping the pillow up and continuing to chuckle as he raised up to hit play.

Thankfully the close space between them wasn't uncomfortable.  They touched but, it wasn't an awkward sort of interaction. The movie ends, she lets out a yawn and moves to close the laptop and leaves it on the shelf.

"It's a little crowded up top," she says quietly, taking her pillow. "You don't kick in your sleep do you?" she asks with a sleepy mumble, moving to the other end of the mattress.

"Not that I'm aware of." he replies, moving to lay on his side.

"Do I need to get the lights?" she asks, sitting up under the covers, ready to move.

"Nah. Dimmer's right here." he says, reaching up and pushing a button that turned off everything except the single strand of lights around the back end of the van's ceiling.

"Thanks," she mutters, laying on her side facing his feet. "Your feet better not stink." she says with a quiet chuckle.

"I don't know." he snorts, moving them and bonking her forehead with them. "Do they?" he grins to himself.

Luckily for him, she lets out a laugh and he feels her smack away at him. "Oh my God, you're such a child, Declan." she continues laughing, a loud sigh that follows as she pats his calf and returns her hands to herself fills him with a warm feeling as he lets his head settle into the pillow.

"Everything locked and alarms set?" she asks, almost mumbled as she snuggles into her pillow.

"Check and check." he says with a nod, feeling a yawn coming on.

"Good. Night, Declan." she says softly.

"Night Bells."  he answers just the same, a smile on his face as he falls asleep.

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The first knock to the van disrupted what had so far been a good nights sleep. But as the night went on, sleep was harder to come by for both of them.

"What was?" she murmurs, looking around as the van wobbles.

"Just some assholes outside." he grumbles, having been woken up by their loud voices already.

"'Kay." she says, slamming her face back into the pillow.

This happens throughout the night, people screaming around them, knocking into the van and she tries to sleep. But with the sudden threats her mind automatically shoots towards, she's continuously woken out of sleep, keeping her from relaxing and getting any rest. It seemed like she could see light from the sun by the time the commotion outside died down and she finally started to doze off again.

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It isn’t wine- Min Yoongi vampire!au

Warnings: blood, biting, hand jobs, degrading names, head (m&f receiving), begging

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Smut

Rating: M

notes:

You go to a sketchy looking bar to partake in wine tasting with one of your friends. There, you meet a gorgeous blond boy that talks with too much elegance for his time. // sorry!! I edited this already but my app froze and everything that I fixed wasn’t saved :(( I wanted to get this published as soon as possible so bare with me, I’ll get to editing it again later on!!!

The ripe age of 21 is the time where you can finally drink; consume alcohol; consume wine in your case. One of your friends, Sungmi, had insisted that she’d be the one to bring you out clubbing for your 21st birthday.

You preferred something more lowkey, Sungmi had protested with the defense ‘it’s like turning 18 again! this time you can actually have fun’. You had rolled your eyes at the time masking the nervousness that possessed your body. Thankfully, your friend had recognized your habit and disappointedly obligated to go wine tasting instead.

The two of you had ended up in front of a bar, a sketchy looking one at that. It was called O Negative. The bar was sort of a hole in the wall, people walked past it and didn’t think much of it. It’s exterior had a dark, but elegant feel to it, while you couldn’t see much of the inside except for the dimmed crimson lights that shone through the front windows. Apparently one of SungMi’s friends recommended it, Taehyung.

You were hesitant to go in while on the other hand, Sungmi strode right in. You followed her inside shortly after ignoring the feeling in your gut that something was off. Maybe it was because you’d never been to this place before and didn’t know what to expect.

You soon settled in, taking seats on the black leathery bar stools. It felt hot inside and your thighs started to sweat, squeaking against the leather.

There weren’t many people present for the tasting, only a few college kids, similar to you. You had expected older women instead but then again, what kind of middle aged woman would go to someplace like this?

“I hope you handle yourselves, ladies.” A man had leaned over to the both of you and chuckled. You shrugged him off, feeling a bit misplaced. SungMi took his words as a challenge, grabbing hold of his jean jacket and spitting back a “Wanna bet?”

You mentally screamed at yourself for agreeing to go out tonight. Of course, like always, your beloved friend was flirting with every guy she laid eyes upon, and he was her first victim.

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Four small cups of various brands of wine later you were starting to feel drowsy. Had someone spiked your drink or was this the beginning of feeling drunk or perhaps tipsy? SungMi had left you for the stranger that went by Jimin.

You really wished that she hadn’t left you, you were afraid your drink was spiked and you felt too wobbly to go looking for her. She couldn’t have left you, right? She was your ride home and she was the one who planned this all out.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the bartender muttering something under his breath. Not quite catching it, you asked him to repeat himself.

“I said, you’re a lightweight.” The blond rolled his eyes, watching as people slowly left the wine tasting session to do whatever else.

You furrowed your eyebrows, wishing that SungMi was here to back you up. You were going to keep your mouth shut but decided against it.

“Could I have something else? Anything strong.” You batted your eyelashes just to get on this guy’s nerves. He didn’t even know you? He didn’t have the right to judge you the way that he did.

At your request, the bartender clicked his tongue, turning so that his back was facing you and proceeded to grab something in back of the counter. You watched him with your palm supporting the weight of your head as he poured the red liquid into the glass.

You started to feel dizzier, but you wanted to prove that you could in fact handle yourself and that you weren’t a lightweight.

He pushed the wine glass so that it slid across the surface of the coal colored marble. You caught it before it fell off the edge with one of your hands.

“Nice reflexes.” He smiled for the first time that evening and it was unexpected. This man was dressed in all black and had one of the most sour attitudes you’ve ever seen, and he had one of cutest gummy smiles. You were almost caught in some kind of daze, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion just from the impact of his simple smile.

You finally snapped out of it when you noticed his smile fell and that he was waiting for you to take a sip of the drink he put together for you. Your mouth shaped into an ‘o’ as if you just realized what you were supposed to do.

Grabbing the neck of the glass, you slowly brought it to your lips, letting it reach every part of the inside of your mouth. It hadn’t tasted like any of the other wines you tasted earlier. It was less tangy and had a sour- but sweet flavor. You swore that it had a slightly metallic taste to it, but you didn’t think anything of it, believing that it was just unique foreign wine. It didn’t matter, the other flavors over powered it anyway.

You sat for a minuet, relishing it until you finished the whole thing. Since it was far past the ending of the session, you had to pay for your drink. You hadn’t thought about that until now, hoping it wasn’t too expensive.

“It’s on the house.” The platinum blonde spoke again, as if he could read your mind.

“Oh. Thank you.” You sent him a smile which he didn’t return but he stared at you, and you were pretty sure he was checking you out by the way his eyes travelled down to where your waist met the counter.

You fidgeted with your ring from the pressure of his gaze. Heat began to pool between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together to get some sort of relief or at least to make it go away somehow. Hopefully, he would magically read your mind again and give you what you what you wanted. Him.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and the fact had you almost pouting.

“I think your friend went home.” He told you after cleaning a few tumblers. You threw your head back in irritation, already predicting that she would have done that, but hoping she wouldn’t have.

After returning home, you could not stop thinking about the bartender’s who’s name you didn’t get and you were mad at yourself for it. You made sure to send SungMi an angry text, explaining that you had to take a shady taxi ride back to your place and that you wouldn’t forgive her.

That night in your bed, you masturbated twice.

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The night after your encounter at the bar, you were back there again and needing more. The all too familiar feeling of anticipation was pounding in your head- or perhaps in a different region once you spotted the same bartender from before. Thank, god he was working again or else you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Anything you want me to do for you?” He lifted an eyebrow, smirking and leaning against the countertop, directing the question towards you. He was being cryptic or some would say, even suggestive.

This is your chance.

“Yeah.” You said and he had the audacity to look shocked at your answer. Maybe what you were about to do was from the liquid courage, or maybe it from the way you were throbbing and aching for him to do something about it.

“And what would that be?” You couldn’t miss the devilish smirk that took over his soft features. It was truly an experience.

You gestured him to come closer with your index finger, and he happily obligated.

You leaned in close to the shell of his ear and whispered while taking in the scent of him. “Fuck me.” He was the one to pull away and show off the same devilish smirk his still obtained, this time there was a glint in his eye. Maybe it was lust.

“Lucky for you, I have an apartment upstairs. It’s Yoongi by the way.” He called for someone to take over his shift and seconds later he was leading you by your hand up the staircase in the back hall you didn’t know existed.

Once you were in his apartment and the door was locked he shoved you down to the ground and lifted your chin. You were caught off guard but his roughness made you squirm even more.

“I could smell you the second you walked in.”

You tried to tilt your head but the grip he had on your chin was too tight. You furrowed you eyebrows up at him and he looked shocked from what he let slip his lips.

“What?”

“You stupid bitch. Do you not know what kind of bar you walked into?” He took your silence as an answer and pressed the back of his head against the front door, sighing and letting go of your chin. You were sweating and you heart was running a mile. What did he mean? What kind of bar was this? You couldn’t have guessed.

As you were lost in thought, he grabbed you by your neck forcefully, bringing his lips against it. He wasted no time piercing his pointed fangs into your neck that you obviously hadn’t notice before. As it happened, your eyes shot open in shock, you couldn’t let out a scream, you were took stunned by what was happening to you. The longer it when on, the more you got used to it and better it started to feel.

You let out a strangled moan and Yoongi competed stopped, but not quite pulling away from you just yet. “Did-did you just moan?” He finally removed himself from you, let going of your throat and creating some distance. His face was pale, even paper than before and streams of your blood ran down from his mouth.

You felt felt weak, but not to the point where you’d not be able to speak. “I-“ Before you finished your sentence, Yoongi’s lips were on yours and he was engulfing you into an all too needy kiss. In the process, the two of you inched yourselves closer to the door of his bedroom as his hands travelled down your body, groping your sides and snaking to your hips. Finally, the vampire removed his lip’s from your swollen ones and opened the door leading to his room.

You didn’t have much time to take it in before he was guiding your body closer to the edge of the bed. You looked up at him, wondering what his next move was, were you going to die? Or was he actually going to continue this?

“Down.” He demanded, his head tilted towards his tan-colored carpet, gesturing you to get to it. You followed his orders uneasily, but full of excitement and anticipation. You fell to your knees, still feeling a little dizzy from the blood loss but it wasn’t unbearable. You shakily moved your hands to his belt, slowly unbuckling it in a teasing way. Pushing his pants and boxers down in one go, his erect member stood up proudly against his stomach.

While you gasped at his size, he wasn’t having it, clicking his tongue and rolling his blown out eyes. You took his way of acting as irritation and immediately placed one of your hands around his hardened cock. Yoongi’s breath hitched and he tried to not let himself get too carried away. The man had an ego. You took the pad of one of your fingers, touching the head of dick and lubricanting it the best you could. You looked up to catch him gazing directly at you, biting his lip. His eyes shifted from you to his dick and you began to get to it.

You licked your lips like you were about to eat the most mouthwatering meal you’d ever seen, and that meal was him. A kitten lick against the tip was all it took for the vampire to grab hold of your hair, tired of the teasing and the amount of time you were drawing everything out, to push your head down so your mouth was fully wrapped around his length. Your eyes watered at how deep he was inside your mouth.

“You look so good with your mouth wrapped around my cock, dollface.”

You finally bobbed your head back, pulling off with a ‘pop’ as your mascara ran down your cheeks. Yoongi sent you a smile, showing off all of his pearly whites, including his sharp blood stained fangs. Once again, you wrapped your swelling lips around his cock, taking him as deep as you could without the help of him shoving you down further.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours feels amazing.” You moaned from the compliment as you brought your other hands up to run up and down the parts of him your mouth couldn’t reach. You could tell he was holding back a moan that you wanted to hear so badly, so you hallowed your cheeks, sucking him off harder and moving your hand up his shaft at a faster pace.

You were soaking by now, wetness causing your thighs to feel sticky and you were sure Yoongi had noticed as soon as you walked into that bar, like he said. He was about to cum by the way that his face was contorting and how his hips bucked further into your mouth, making you gag.

“Just hold it a bit longer, babe.” He said, voice slightly strained. You closed your eyes, but immediately opened them back up, wanting to see his beautiful face when he cums. You held onto his thighs, anchoring yourself in order to not move as much as you would, his hand full of your hair helped as well. A minuet or so later, he was groaning and titling his head back while he spurted his cum into your mouth.

You swallowed, waiting until his high was over while sneaking one of your hands down to your clothed core. Of course, they second you slipped one of your fingers underneath your panties, Yoongi was jerking your hand away. “Ah, so needy, but I suppose you need something in return.” Yoongi cockily chuckled, pulling you up from the ground and shoving you onto the mattress of his bed.

As you layed down, Yoongi was pulling his boxers and jeans back up and it was taking far too long for you liking. You were beginning to get impatient. “Yoongi please.” You pouted, grabbing hold of his forearm. The veins that ran up his arms made your core feel as it was pulsing. “Please what, princess?” He looked at you smugly. “What is that you want?”

You groaned, pressing your thighs together once again. “I want you! Yoongi, just eat me out already!” Your pleas were answered when Yoongi pushed your dress up so it bunched up at your waist and pulled your silk panties off to the side. He stared at your sex, eyes blown out full of lust and hunger. You attempted to close your legs, feeling quite exposed only for Yoongi to open them back up and lick a stripe up your pussy. The simple motion had you gripping the sheets and your back arching off the mattress.

He licked your juices that were practically dripping from his lips only to dive in again, this time he flattened his tongue against your clit. Lewd noises filled the small bedroom, but you didn’t care, too lost in the feeling of the blond’s mouth against your no longer aching pussy. The vampire took a small breather, extracting his tongue from you and filling his lungs with the needed oxygen. You whined at the loss but he was shutting you up with a kiss. His tongue explored the cavern of you mouth, letting you taste yourself.

He slowly started moving himself down to your chin and to your neck. You were starting to feel nervous again but the feeling in your belly was still there and burning.

“This is going to feel really good for the both of us.” Yoongi told you and you nodded. He was again down back to your core, fucking you with his tongue and you were beginning to get close. You were pushing his head harder against yourself and that’s when Yoongi could tell you were close. You whimpered once his tongue was off you but moan again when he replaced with two fingers and his thumb rubbing harshly against your clit.

He was hovering over your neck again, you orgasm was starting to hit you, while that went on, Yoongi once again, pierced your neck with his fangs, and the feeling of him pumping in and out of you and the feeling of him sucking into your neck was euphoric. You let out a gasp once his fangs pushed through your flesh but it quickly turned into a loud cry. Your hips bucked into hand and his fingers began to slow down, helping you ride out your high. Soon, the pleasure began to turn into pain. You pushed his hand away and he removed his fangs from your neck, lapping up the blood that dripped out from the puncture.

The both of you were breathing heavy and laying besides each other until Yoongi shot up at the sound of someone’s deep voice calling from outside his bedroom door.

“Hyung, I’m home!”

“Okay. Don’t come I-“ and with that, his door flung open, revealing a brown haired boy with almost pretty features. You squealed, pulling the covers up and over your naked bottom half. Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face then bringing it out to the other man.

“This is Taehyung, my roommate who is also a vampire.”

You gasped, realizing that he was SungMi’s friend. Were all vampires this attractive?

“I-I think I have a vampire kink.”

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10/7/17

ok so i missed like 2 weeks of journaling cool cool cool cool cool

i’ll try to see if i remember what happened lmfao

so the sunday after rosh hashana - we had an enrichment activity that was really just nurit talking to us in the english center and eventually us discussing our expectations of her, ourselves, and each other. wow this feels like it was so long ago lmao but she said something that really bothered me. she was talking about the different ways she interacts with all of us or whatever and she basically looked at me and was like “jami, i feel like i don’t know anything about you, you’re so reserved and closed off” or something and it made me feel really fucking awful for a couple days lmfao. she even said like “i want you to talk to me, i don’t even know if this is something you would’ve preferred i talk about with you privately” which...no shit? why would this be a conversation i would want to have in front of everyone lol?

i later brought it up kind of passive-aggressively while talking to matt and marleigh and it just turned into a whole slew of ignorant pop psychoanalysis and “well if you know it’s irrational to be upset about it then don’t be upset about it” which just left me feeling infinitely shittier.

we also pulled names from a hat to make rosh hashana cards for one another and sultana and i pulled each other, i wrote something really long and gay and dumb but she made me a cute apple-shaped card and wrote some really sweet stuff

monday - we had our last pedagogical training. it was useless as usual until miriam’s guest came in, who i think is an actual professional pedagogical instructor, and she gave us some awesome (and organized) insight and ideas/materials.

tuesday - thursday we had our final observation days. personally i think 3 was too many, especially because we had already spent several days at the school, but whatever. i don’t really know if i gained a whole lot from those days.

wednesday night we went to jaffo to eat shakshuka at this place marleigh and matt are obsessed with (called dr. shakshuka - it was good, but imo not obsess-worthy) and then we went to an outdoor showing of the breakfast club, where i drank like a quarter of a bottle of wine and was sufficiently tipsy enough for everyone to think i was hilarious 

thursday night we had the mixer dinner/activity with the latinx community of ramla, but (aside from rachel) we mostly ended up talking amongst ourselves and we left sort of early. sultana and i were gonna watch a movie, but then i decided i wanted wine so we went and got 2 bottles, and all of us except marleigh (who was in a bad mood and was in her room) ended up playing never have i ever, truth, and then arguing politics until 1am. it was a fun night

friday was erev yom kippur, so as far as i remember i didn’t do anything

saturday was yom kippur, and i fasted. during the evening we went and met nurit to go to a synagogue and listen to the shofar, and i really really disliked it. it was the first time i’ve seen women and men separated for tfilot, and like...it would’ve been one thing if it had been men and women in the same room with a rope separating them or something, but instead all the women (and screaming children) were shunted off to a little side room with very little room, not enough chairs, not enough siddurim, and a very obscured view of what was happening in the main room. we could barely hear, too. and yet when the shofar was blown several women were still crying. it was astonishing to me that they were still able to connect enough to be so emotional when it felt like they were given the absolute bare minimum to work with

sunday - i FINALLY got to see jerusalem!! it was beautiful. i loved it. so much. first we went to this church where jesus was crucified and buried and then resurrected, which was actually really cool. just the idea of people who lived thousands of years ago standing where i was standing, touching what i touched, was so novel and impactful to me. at home when i get that feeling it’s because someone 300 years ago was touching it, now it’s 3000 years. it absolutely blows my mind.

then we went to the kotel!!! i did end up tearing up a little bit. i prayed for a few minutes and also stuck a note in the wall, it was pretty spiritual. it was also smaller than i thought it would be for some reason.

after that we went to the city of david, which was cool. we walked up and down a lot of stairs and then went through this ancient aqueduct thing, which freaked a couple of claustrophobic people out but didn’t bother me.

after the tours we had about an hour and a half of time to explore the shuk in jerusalem, so we got these awesome malawha (?) sandwiches sultana knew about and then ended up at a bar. the bartender was a 19 year old blonde girl and she was literally one of the most beautiful girls i’ve ever seen in my life. we ended up sitting with a couple of bat yam people, and gabe was flirting with everyone and even flirted with me a little bit which somehow resulted in some stupid and ugly infatuation for a few days (which i am now over).

we were late to the bus and ended up getting yelled at lmao

i don’t even remember what we did that evening after getting back.

monday - more talking about stuff with nurit in the english center, then we went to her other sister’s house with her sister and nieces and nephew to help build a sukkah. it was an ok time, matt and i got kind of snippy with each other at some point and i think i ended up feeling kind of shitty.

tuesday - the last good day! lmao 

sultana and marleigh invited me to the beach and then to see ‘it.’ i originally said no but then changed my mind, so we went and spent a few hours at the beach. sultana invited sydney and “jokingly” told her to bring gabe, and it bothered me just because i wish she would ask before inviting people lol. i already hadn’t wanted to go and decided to go, and i just think the considerate thing to do would’ve been to ask marleigh and i if we were okay with it, rather than waiting until afterward to tell us. 

after the beach sultana ditched us to go find sydney, who didn’t wanna see the movie, so marleigh and i went by ourselves. it was AMAZING. didn’t scare me, but i really enjoyed it. i thought overall it was just a really well-made film.

when we got out of the theater sultana, sydney, and rebecca were sitting at a table right in front of the cinema talking to gregg lmao. he had just happened to be there and we talked to him for a few minutes, and he directed us to a good burger place.

on our way to get burgers we ran into harry and sarah, which was really funny. and then finally got to the burger place. the burgers were good, but i only ate half because it was so much food. i was sitting across from rebecca and, as far as i can tell, my suspicions that she doesn’t like me were only confirmed.

overall it was a good day. and then...

wednesday - i woke up feeling like complete and utter shit! i think i have the flu or the stomach flu or something, and i’m still getting over it. literally i’ve spent the past 3 days in bed doing nothing. it’s been so boring and i feel like shit. last night i was feeling well enough to eat and made the mistake of eating the other half of my burger, which was a bad move. i still feel nauseous.

i’m sitting in the living room right now but i genuinely think i might go lay down in my room again. also, rachel is in malta, madeleine is in china visiting dan’s family, sultana is in paris, and marleigh left yesterday for jerusalem, so it’s just me and matt in the house which is kind of weird.