#Tequila Lime Crush

[freelancearsonist]

salt, shot, lime

➔ Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader

➔ 2.3k words

➔ You meet your celebrity crush in a bar; he turns out to be a lot more fun than you expected.

➔ Rated MA for protected p in v, public sex acts/public nudity (they fuck in a bar y’all), body shots/alcohol consumption, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart) // reader has female anatomy (afab - no pronouns used), wears a bra, is generally able-bodied but is otherwise a blank slate.

“Go on. Don’t be shy.”

Your fingers work slowly at the buttons of your blouse, so readily and eagerly baring yourself to this man who–for all intents and purposes–is a complete stranger.

He’s familiar, though; to you, not the other way around. Dieter Bravo lives very publicly, after all. You follow him on Instagram and Twitter; you see bits and pieces of his life throughout yours. When he approached you at the bar, he had no clue who you were. But you knew him.

And now he’s eyeing you over the rims of his sepia-lensed sunglasses, ringed fingers idly tracing the rim of the empty shot glass that sits on the counter next to him. He looks at you like he wants to know you, and that’s exactly why you’re in this position.

This is crazy. This shouldn’t be happening at all. But he’s hot, and he’s interested in you. And you’re not nearly drunk enough to not understand the risks and consequences associated.

You can see the gulp that traces down his throat as you set your shirt on the counter and it gives you the willpower you need to keep from crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. Dieter fucking Bravo is effected just from this simple view of you in your cute yet simple bra, and it’s the headiest confidence boost you’ve ever received.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” His voice is breathless, lips parted in awe. “Fuck.”

The bartender clearing his throat and setting down a tray next to Dieter’s right hand is enough to snap the actor out of his dazed reverie. Dieter clears his throat and wrenches his eyes away from your half-naked torso, scanning the contents of the tray before humming his satisfaction.

“Ready, honey?” He asks, and you hum your approval as you lean back over the bar.

This is the first time you’ve done this, and you don’t think Dieter follows standard protocol. Or maybe he does—it’s not like you would really know, this isn’t your typical Saturday night activity—but there’s hardly anything that can be called standard about the way his wet tongue laves quickly and wetly over your sternum to give the salt something to stick to. Just that little bit of contact is enough to make you squirm, and it takes every out of restraint you possess to sit still for him as he pours the shot into the dip of your belly button.

It’s messy and sticky and not very comfortable, especially when you position the lime between your lips, but you’ve never been so turned on in your life.

He gives you a look—dark and pleading—and you take a deep, aroused breath as you nod your consent.

Again, his tongue is between your breasts, but this time it’s languid. He takes his time and flattens the length of the muscle against your skin to collect every last grain of salt.

Then he purses his lips and slurps the tequila from your belly button—but really, all you can focus on in the moment is the weight of his hand resting dangerously high on your thigh under the guise of steadying himself. His fingertips are so close yet so achingly far from where you’re wettest, and the smirk on his face says he knows it.

Finally, after a moment that seems to last at least three years, he moves up your body and bites into the lime waiting between your lips.

With him this close you can smell the heady, woodsy scent of his cologne, and it only serves to turn you on further as he sucks the juice from the tart fruit.

The way he takes the lime from you with his teeth and spits it out on the countertop should be a crime but you really can’t be fucked about it because suddenly he’s kissing you. You could isolate all three flavors on his tongue if you cared to, but you don’t in the slightest. All you can really focus on is those hands as they slide up your sides and come to rest at the base of your skull, thumbs swiping simultaneously over your cheeks to anchor you while he licks deeper into your mouth.

The cocky bastard actually smirks against your lips when you moan. The sound is soft but it only serves to motivate him; he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth like he’s trying to lick your molars as your hands wind around his neck to tug him closer to you.

And then, just as suddenly as he started kissing you, he pulls away.

“Your turn, sweetheart.” There’s just a faint little smirk to his lips, but it’s enough to make you want to smack him. It’s also enough to make you want to suck him so deep into your throat that he never fully recovers.

And fuck, you really want to tell him fuck it and ask if he wants to get out of here, but you also want to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You nod to the bartender, who sets down another shot for you. And then you nod to Dieter’s chest, and he starts tugging his baggy shirt over his head without a word.

He’s pretty. You’ve always admired his physique, sure, but it’s even better in person. There’s an unkempt quality to the smattering of hair on his lower stomach, and the soft curve of his belly has you eager to get your hands on him.

You haven’t even gotten your shot yet, but you’re hoping and praying that he’ll want to drag you into the bathroom to have his way with you after this.

He leans back and lets you prep him–smiling slightly at how careful and neat you are about laying the salt and pouring the shot. There’s a tender reverence in your touch that makes his heart pound in a way it hasn’t in years.

“You good?” You ask, looking into his dark eyes when he takes off his sunglasses, neatly folds them, and sets them on the bar.

You watch his throat bob around a thick swallow, and then he nods; and you can’t help the sick satisfaction you feel over how breathless he already is. Too easy.

You make a point of dragging your nails over his treasure trail, under the guise of steadying yourself, as you lick the salt from his firm chest. You spend a little more time there than strictly necessary; but you want to get him clean, after all. And if your tongue trails off course to drag over a taut nipple–

“Oh, fuck!” His voice is muffled from the lime wedge perched between his lips; he’s so sensitive that his hips actually jolt at your ministration, but your hand on his lower belly steadies him to assure his shot isn’t wasted. “Baby that’s not fair–”

His protest is breathy and trails off into a useless little whine when you move down to suck the tequila from his belly button. You can actually see the way his cock springs to life under his trousers in your peripheral vision, and you think you deserve an award. A big world cup-style trophy, with an inscription that reads “I made Dieter Bravo hard just from licking his fucking belly button”.

He spits the lime out before you even get a chance to taste it, but that’s okay because you’d rather taste him anyway.

His grip is firm as he cups your face in his big, meaty hands and pulls your lips to his. There’s a desperation to this kiss–a frantic meeting of lips and tongue and teeth as he tries to pull you closer to him than it’s physically possible to be. And you let him, let him take everything you so desperately want in return as you feel the scratch of his beard against your chin and the firm grip of his hands guiding the angle of your head.

“W-we should… take this somewhere more private,” you pant when you finally muster the courage to pull back for air.

He shakes his head, and you feel a twist of disappointment in your gut. But then he looks over your shoulder; you hear a deep, guttural voice–and before you know it, the entire bar is empty. Not a soul in sight, not even the bartender

“This private enough for you, honey?”

You nod dumbly, still kind of starstruck over such a powerful display of the way the entire world dances to Dieter Bravo’s tune.

He pulls you in for another deep kiss, this time backing you up into the bar counter. You can feel the insistent press of his arousal against your hip like this, and it makes you moan needily into his open mouth.

“Wanna fuck you,” he murmurs into his mouth, rolling his hips against you in a way that makes you moan again. “Please baby, lemme fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” you murmur back with a nod.

You’re definitely not normally the type that would strip down completely in the middle of a bar to fuck some man you just met, but there’s something about him that has you disregarding all common decency to toss aside your bra and wiggle out of your jeans so he can see every inch of your exposed skin.

It’s all worth it for the pleased moan he makes when he takes you in with his eyes, hungrily eating up miles and miles of flesh that he wants to touch and kiss and appreciate. But there’s not enough time, not here; so he lifts you up sideways onto the bar like you’re weightless and then presses you to lay down flat against the counter top, completely ignoring the sticky glass-sweat rings that press little cold patches into your flesh.

You get a good view of him as he loses the rest of his clothes, flinging them to the corners of the room with a ferocity that makes you giggle. The sound brings a smile to his face, too; and then he jumps up onto the sturdy bar counter with you, spreading your legs with eager hands so he can slot his hips between yours as he continues to kiss you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grumbles as he shamelessly ruts his hard cock against your wetness–his voice is so deep it’s almost gravelly. And then he produces a little foil packet from seemingly thin air and winks at you like a hammy cartoon character. “Safety first.”

He’s so silly it’s sexy, and he laughs with you as he presses his lips back to yours. He fumbles a little bit as he tries to roll the condom onto his impressive length while simultaneously kissing you, so you reach down with steady hands to help him; he whimpers at the way you take his girth into your hands and so easily sheathe him.

“M’not gonna last long,” he whispers as he lines up with your entrance, and you’re surprised he can’t actually feel the way it makes your cunt sob with arousal.

“That’s okay,” you reassure, one hand coming to tug firmly at the curls that compose the nape of his neck. “Just make it good.”

He nods, gently bites at your lower lip, and then he thrusts into you smoothly all the way to the hilt.

There’s a bit of a stretch to accommodate him and it makes you moan; the feeling of your tight heat sends a physical shudder down his spine.

“Oh, fuck–” he scoots his knees up further towards your ass, shoving himself as deep as he can get while simultaneously trying to let you adjust to his sudden intrusion. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good–”

You feel the slight scrape of his thick curls against your clit, and it yanks a desperate little moan from your lips. “Move, Dieter, fuck me–”

He’s nothing if not obedient. The first needy little thrust is hard enough to jolt your entire body–he scoops a hand under your head to soften the blow, and then he starts moving with reckless abandon.

It’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s desperate. He thrusts hard and deep into your soaked core, mouthing uselessly at your mouth and jaw, whimpering with each rut of his hips. He watches your face when he can actually keep his eyes open and finds the exact spot that makes you writhe and squirm underneath him, angling his hips to hit it with relentless accuracy.

He looks pussydrunk, it’s the only way to describe the expression created by his glassy eyes and his parted lips. He nuzzles his face in between your tits and looks up at you like you created the moon and the stars, like you’re something to revere. You’re scared that if he keeps looking at you like that, you’re going to fall in love with him.

“I’m close, Dieter…” you warn, the hand that's not clutching desperately at his messy hair reaching down to put your favorite kind of pressure on your clit.

He tilts his head down and watches to the best of his ability, making mental note of exactly how you like to be worked over–storing that information away for next time. He so desperately wants there to be a next time.

He feels it a second before you do and angles his hips just right to hit that toe-curlingly pleasurable spot right as you come. It sends you sky high, the way he pounds mercilessly into you while the pleasure ebbs and flows over you.

He comes hardly a minute later, grunting and whining and cursing under his breath as his balls draw up and he empties himself into the condom, shoved as deep inside you as he can physically get.

There’s a long, heavy moment of silence as you both pant and try to come down from the clouds. He scatters little feather-light kisses over your sweat-slicked chest, and then he looks up at you with those big brown puppy eyes you’re starting to adore.

“You wanna grab dinner?” He’s so earnest in asking, like he’s not balls-deep in your cunt right now.

It’s so ass-backwards that you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up your throat, but you don’t consider any other answer than, “Yeah, sure.”

It’s worth it just to see the smile that lights up his face. “Amazing.”

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[sincerelyrki]

tequila & lime

Heeseung only loved two things in his life. One was you, and the other was the taste of you.

pairing : exbf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : drinking. rich boy! heeseung. mentions of killing people. kissing. suggestive. not proofread but it’s grammar approved TT.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : disappeared for a few days but i’m back🤞 anyways tequila is the only like… slightly good alcohol so it’s mine and my friends go to. i’ve had this in my head since i went out on friday and i finally found time to write it ^^

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In a twisted way, you were to Heeseung what a lime was to tequila.

There was something about you, something he’d never seen in anyone else. His nights were filled with the shades of you, the neon lights blinding him as your alluring eyes blinked up at him.

He would drown in your attention, his eyes closing as you raised your wrist towards his open lips, the salt coating his mouth as you tilted his tequila back. 

You’d be ready for his sour fill, the lime tucked between your lips as you used his hair to pull his face towards yours.

He’d keep eye contact as his lips closed against yours, the zest of the lime bitter on your tongue as he pulled it into his own.

His lips would leave yours for a minute, his teeth pressing down on the now sweet fruit, the peel falling to the ground as his hand wrapped around your neck.

But that was before. 

Heeseung glared at you from across the room, his eyes burning as he watched the way you twirled your hair at the man above you.

Your knees sat crossed against each other, white knee-high socks glowing under the LEDs. Your back was leaned against the wall, plush thighs pressed between you as you sat on top of one of the pull-up tables. 

His teeth ground together the longer he watched, a stale taste replacing the sour shot he had taken minutes ago. The burn of the tequila was rougher than usual, the lime tasting bitter without the taste of your lips mixing with it. 

Heeseung could tell that you were aware of his gaze, the lime between your fingers being the telltale sign. The betrayal was stronger with the alcohol flowing through his body, it hurt almost as bad as it did the day he called your relationship off.

He gave into the expectations of the people around him, their sunglasses covering their faces as their Mercedes roared with life.

He broke it off with you soon after everyone had found out. And in the process, he lost the one thing he’d ever truly loved, well besides his tequila.

But even now, he hated it more than anything.

The glass from his hand shattered across the floor, his expensive shoes crushing the pieces even more as he stomped toward you.

His hand squeezed around the man’s shoulder, his elbow drawing back as he tugged him away from you. His other hand pulled back, his lips pulling into a satisfying smile at the loud crack that sounded from where his fist met the man's nose.

“Say aah.” Heeseung pressed his fingers against the bottom of your jaw, his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to follow his orders.

Your lips dropped open at his words, the lime falling from your tongue as he used his hold on your face to tilt your head down. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his face nearing yours to press a small kiss against your earlobe, “don’t try that again.”

Heeseung purposely blew cool hair against your sensitive skin, his lips moving down to lightly touch against your neck. “I’ll kill him next time.” 

Goosebumps spread along your body as your ex placed a single peck against your like point, fingers curling in your lap as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

For weeks you tried so hard to hate the man, your friend's angry nags tuning out the second the memories of him came back.

You knew him better than anyone else, which was why you were able to tell that he was lying to you.

He told you that he never felt anything for you, that you were nothing but a warm embrace that he could fall into whenever he felt like it.

He wasn’t a very good liar, nor a good boyfriend. You could tell he was embarrassed by you, the secrecy and excuses add up. 

But right now, you couldn’t recognize him at all.

Heeseung had never been the type of person to start fights, but he also wasn’t the type to drink himself into a blackout.

But things have changed since he’d last talked to you, he was spiralling.

Heeseung ignored the looks getting shot at him from around the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he reached over to grab a new lime wedge.

He raised it to your lips, hovering as he waited for you to open your mouth for him.

He clicked his tongue as you stayed frozen, rolling his eyes as he used his thumb to pry your lips apart. “Bite down on it.” He shot you a sly smirk as you followed his orders.

He lifted the salt shaker towards you, the cold lid against your collarbones only setting the mood even more. 

He trailed a line of salt along one side of your collarbone, winking at you before he placed the shot of tequila back into your hands. 

His hands fisted your shorts as his tongue pressed against your soft skin, the salt mixing with the smell of your perfume causing his mind to go into overdrive.

His head tilted back as he controlled your wrist to go up towards his mouth, his mouth open as he poured the shot into his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as Heeseung didn’t swallow, the tequila still in his mouth as he connected his lips with yours. 

He swished the liquid into your mouth, his tongue pushing the line between his teeth as he bit down into it.

He knew that the lime no longer served its purpose as a chaser, but there was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

“Swallow it.” His lips barely left yours, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed down the remains. 

“Let me see.” you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out to show that you had swallowed everything. 

Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands pressing against your back as he held your body tight against him.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” At your nod Heeseung picked you up from the table, your feet barely reaching the ground before he began pulling you through the crowd.

His hands were taught, his restraint nearing its end the longer he waited for your touch. He could feel your fingernails against the back of his hands, his back lighting up in a phantom pain as he remembered the way you would paint his back with long lines of red.

Heeseung wasn’t going to let you go again, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d kill someone for touching you. 

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[morallyinept]

Pedro Boys & Cocktails 🍹

More Pedro Boy fun! I've not included measurements because we all like our drinks at varying strengths, so you can tailor make them to your liking.

Drink responsibily folks! 🥴

Also, check out Drinkingpedro on IG for some amazing original drinks, inspired by Pedro & his characters. The account is super fun! Give them a follow. (This was some of my inspiration for this Pedro Boys Cocktail ramble.) Cheers! 🖤

Francisco Morales - 'The Morales Muff Diving Experience' - Crown Royal whiskey, peach schnapps, peach puree, sour mix, lemonade. Open your legs, hermosa. Standard Heating Oil cap optional.

Oberyn Martell - 'The Skull Crusher' - Freshly squeezed blood oranges from Dorne (or your local grocery store if you're unable to sail to Westeros), vodka, lime juice, cointreau, blood orange pulp to top. You know, crushed brain chunks.

Ezra - 'The Wordy Birdie' - Vodka, tequila, white rum, gin, cointreau, lemon juice, simple syrup, Midori, soda water. Served with a case of looted Aurelac gems. Tastes even better with one arm - tingly. Loquacious rambling guaranteed.

Joel Miller - 'Molotov Cocktail' - Empy bottle, handkerchief doused in flammable liquid of choice, or whatever is avaliable when the world has gone to shit. Ignite. Launch at clickers. Watch them go boom. Instant mushroom soup. Nom.

Dieter Bravo - 'The Bola Hair Hold' - Brandy, vodka, absinthe, gin, whiskey, blackberry liqueur. Shake it all up and hope for the fucking best, although you will probably die. Make sure Bola is avaliable to hold your haaaaair as you weep into the fetid toilet bowl.

Javier Peña - 'The Loredo Legspreader' - Gin, lemongrass, lemongrass syrup, fresh lime juice, red Thai chilli to garnish. Serve with a cigarette and a sour resting bitch face. Sweaty pink shirt optional.

Marcus Moreno - 'The Upstaged Father' - Cherry vodka, lemonade, blue curaçao, coconut vodka, mango rum, grenadine, simple syrup, crushed ice, orange slices to garnish. Drink alone in a corner, daydreaming about your heyday as leader of The Heroics, before your 11 year old daughter stole your limelight. Bitters optional.

Pero Tovar - 'Black Powder' - Dark rum, dry vermouth, blackberry liqueur, splash of lime juice, blackberries to garnish. Serve on dry ice for that smokey effect. Then betray your closest friend.

Max Phillips - 'The Bloodsucking Bastard' - Chambord raspberry liqueur, cranberry juice, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Don't worry, these vamps don't sparkle. Vodka. Splash of lime juice. Place on a post-it note and serve to your boss. Brace yourself for imminent fangs.

Marcus Pike - 'The Boyfriend Cardigan' - Vanilla vodka, passion fruit liqueur, passion fruit puree, lime juice, vanilla simple syrup, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Serve to your sweetheart FBI boyfriend, the, very, very goody cop. Although, give him a few of these and then play some good cop/bad cop. It's cuffin' season afterall.

Comandante Veracruz - 'The Guerilla Freestyle' - Dark rum, Campari, orange curaçao, simple syrup, pineapple juice, freshly squeezed lime juice, pineapple wedges and leaves to serve. Use to barter for your freedom. Or not, whatever.

Din Djarin - 'The Space Daddy' - Gin, maraschino liqueur, Crème De Violette, fresh lemon juice, crushed ice and edible glitter for the swirly galaxy look. Might need to remove your helmet when consuming. Keep away from The Kid. This is the - hic! - way.

Silva - 'The Ol' Western BJ' - Irish cream liqueur, Kahlúa, Amaretto, whipped cream to top. Serve in a red bandana covered shot glass. Drink naked from the waist down.

Agent Whiskey - 'The Unfortunate Cowboy' - Bourbon whiskey, Southern Comfort, lemon and lime juice, watermelon juice. Do not operate mincing machinery whilst under the influence. Tuck your lasso in. Watch your step there, cowboy.

Dave York - 'The Suburban Murder Daddy' - Mezcal, sweet vermouth, Campari, soda water, splash of lime juice, orange peel twist to garnish. Drink quickly to tie up your loose ends. Try not to lose an eye in the process.

Javi G - 'The Paddington' - Fresh, warmed milk served in a glass. Marmalade sandwich on the side. Alcohol free. It's past Javi's bedtime. Sssh.

Maxwell Lord - 'The Booty Clap' - Amaretto almond liqueur, Alizé Gold Passion liqueur, Hennessey Cognac. Shaking your booty like this whilst drinking is compulsory:

BONUS!!

Pedro Pascal - 'Purple Rain, d'uh' - Vodka, gin, blue curaçao, splash of cherry sourz, grenadine, lemonade, lemon juice. Try not to blub whilst dancing in the purple rain.

🖤

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[archangeldyke-all]

reader & Sevika start as co-stars on a netflix series (fans are shipping them bc their press run chemistry is amazing) and they actually end up together irl? sorry if this is a lot 😭😭

aweeeee

men and minors dni

like imagine before you realize you've got feelings for sevika, your manager keeps asking "is there something going on between you guys?? because i need to know before the press finds out!!"

and you're like what???

because you're starring as co stars in a romantic movie, sure, and sevika's been a celebrity crush of yours for years, but you're both professionals!

and just because you guys have amazing chemistry and have become great friends off set doesn't mean you're in love with each other or anything... right?

and then your manager sends you a youtube link to some fan compilations of you and sevika 'being in love for twenty two minutes straight'

you watch it. clip after clip after clip of you and sevika laughing together and sharing inside jokes and nudging and flirting with each other during press interviews.

at first you just roll your eyes. when the cameras are rolling, you and sevika are working. obviously you guys are acting flirty and couple-y, you're selling a rom com.

but then, ten minutes in, a title card flashes. it reads, 'now for the good stuff.' you blink, and then a cropped and zoomed clip of a red carpet interview of a completely different celebrity pops up.

the audio is just the reporter and actor talking, but in the background with the way the editor's cropped the video, you can clearly see you and sevika at a bar, cheersing then downing tequila shots. sevika takes it like a champ, but she giggles and rubs your back as you suck on your lime and cringe in disgust at her.

the video cuts to another clip. footage from a 'behind the scenes' video following the crew on the set of your movie. again, the video's been cropped to only focus on you and sevika running lines in the background. sevika stumbles over her words and you burst into laughter. she scoffs and punches your shoulder, then quickly rubs it when you pout at her.

the next clip is the same-- you and sevika in the background of some video. except in this one, you're chattering away and sevika's nodding along, and the whole time her eyes are on your lips. when she licks her own lips as you babble, your stomach flips over.

oh shit. you totally like sevika.

your manager almost kills you.

"i told you to tell me if there was something going on between you two!"

"but nothing's going on between us, marge, that's what i'm trying to tell you! i just... you sent me that video and it made me realize that, you know. maybe i wouldn't mind if there was something going on between us." you say.

marge heaves a horribly dramatic sigh down the receiver.

the next time you see sevika, you're stiff and awkward.

she pulls you to the side between interviews.

"what the fuck's goin' on with you?" she asks. you blink at her.

"what?" you ask.

"you're brushing me off. you keep acting all jittery and weird around me. for fuck's sake, you're not even looking at me right now!" she says.

sevika looks really upset. your stomach drops.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel like i'm ignoring you or something." you say, honestly. sevika's anger falls from her face, and all that remains is concern.

"just tell me what's up." she whispers. you gulp.

"i just. i recently realized something that's. less than ideal." you say. sevika blinks at you.

"what?"

"uh. i think i have a crush on you." you admit. sevika blinks again.

"what?!" she asks. you sigh

"i know. i'm sorry, it's unprofessional and gross. i mean. i've always found you attractive, obviously, and we get along great... but i promise i didn't realize i have actual feelings for you until filming wrapped. i swear." you ramble. sevika scoffs and you shrink in on yourself, looking away from her.

she quickly reaches her hand out to grab yours. "no, hey." she says. you blink up at her. "that's not-- i'm not laughing at that." she rushes out. "i'm just laughing because i've been waiting for the press tour to end so i can finally ask you out." she says, a little blush appearing on her cheeks. you gawk at her.

"what?" you say. sevika chuckles.

"that's what i said." she says. you punch her arm.

"are you serious?" you ask. she nods.

you quickly look around. no one's looking at the two of you. your next interviewer is shuffling through their cue cards, your managers are quietly chatting, a few PAs are checking audio meters and wrapping up wires. you look back at a grinning sevika and bite your lip.

"do you want to get dinner after this?" you whisper. she grins.

"yes." she says. "but we probably shouldn't go out with the press and all. i can cook for you?" she asks. you giggle and nod, and then shoot up to press a quick kiss to her lips.

sevika's giving you heart eyes for the rest of the interviews that day.

marge sends you a viral tweet that night-- a clip of you kissing sevika from earlier in the afternoon, taken on a shaky camera phone.

marge's caption is just a series of angry emojis. you giggle. beside you sevika nudges you.

"what's so funny?" she grunts. you show her the clip and she grins. "thank fuck. now i can take you out in public." she says.

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[lewisyellowhelmet]

feel so close

summary: lewis hamilton x reader

You meet Lewis at the club after the Las Vegas launch.

content: 18+!!!! general m/f sex acts. established relationship. let me know if u want anything else flagged!

word count: 1k+

You’re late, flights and traffic and the heady crush of Vegas. By the time you’re pushing through the club, your phone is a mess of texts and calls from Lewis, each more garbled by the last. He’s started just sending you your own name in capitals and a strange string of emojis, heavily featuring hearts and dancing figures. You give your name to the burly man guarding the VIP section, and then there’s an assistant leading you through the maze of dancers and sponsors and various people from the launch until you’re bursting out between a group to Lewis, a pink drink in his hand matching the flush on his cheeks.

 You see his mouth form your name, can’t hear him over the music, laugh as he crushes you into his chest. He’s lost his jacket, smells like sweat and vodka and cologne, the drink dangerously close to tipping down your back as he nuzzles into the side of your face.

 “Here you are!” Lewis is saying, and you know you’re missing parts of sentences as he stumbles back from you and then close again, a dopey grin on his face and eyes glazed. He looks so happy. It makes your chest fill up, all full and content, pleased that he’s pleased.

 “Here I am,” you tell him, gratefully take the drink he’s offering a try of. It’s sweet and strong, fizzing on your tongue. People move around you in one big pull and push, dancing and talking and laughing. You’re aware of people calling him, trying to tug him away, get his attention, but Lewis is centred on you, urging you to finish his drink, torn between trying to kiss you again and find you your own cocktail.

 By the bar, you have to turn away from him, let his face find your jaw, neck.

   “Stop,” you say, pushing his face away, but he just licks over your palm, laughing, and there’s no bite to your scolding. It’s dangerous to be like this, so many people around, anyone could see. You want to keep this to yourself, just for a bit longer, this special, private thing with him. But then you’re taking a tequila shot, licking the salt off Lewis’ wrist and sucking on a lime, leaning into the hot press of his body, and nothing really matters anymore.

 The night takes on the heady blur of intoxication and the joy of being surrounded by people having a good time, the pound of music, Lewis’s arm slung around you as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone knows who you are already, tease him and hug you, and you feel yourself falling into the group, enveloped within them, already a part of it. You love Lewis like this, drunk and lazy and happy, stupid dance moves and this big, lovely grin on his face, shining eyes. Up on the stage with him, jumping and laughing and letting your body do whatever it wants to do, carried by the familiar thump of club hits. Every so often, you catch people holding phones up, pointing, filming, but the liquor has kicked in, and Lewis is so happy, it’s easy to look away, let him drag you in, let him grind into you and lick into your mouth. He shoves his cap on your head, insists on taking what must be an incredibly badly lit photo of you on his phone. The black material of his t-shirt clings to him, skin shining with sweat and joy and your touch. The night runs on and you lose yourself to it, the music, the laughter, the friends, and Lewis, grinning at you, never not beside you.

 Time isn’t anything. Nothing is real. The lights flash blue and purple and green and you’re anonymous and Lewis is no one. Just you and him. Moving to the beat, pressed in close, skin sliding. Everything is electrically perfect. A sliding, dizzy moment that goes impossibly on and on. You feel intrinsically connected to everyone in the room. Lewis takes a shot and licks the chaser out of your mouth. You surrender to it, to him, to everything.

Saying goodbye, hugging everyone you can see, trying not to blush under the knowledge that you’re going back with Lewis, that everyone knows, that he’s chosen you, he wants you. You can feel people watching, knowing, seeing, but it feels good, like this, pride. His big arm around around your shoulders, his hat on your head, the way he rubs his face on yours. You want to devour him. Lick the salt off his skin, the alcohol out of his mouth, hold him down and watch him come apart. He keeps looking at you with this heavy, dazed look, like he’s already there in his head.

 The hotel is just down the Strip, the fresh air cool on your cheeks as you hurry down the street, bumping into each other, tripping on nothing and laughing too loud. At somewhere past the half way point, Lewis guides you into an alley, the shadow of a building, gets you between his body and the wall, kisses you until you can’t think, can’t speak. He makes lovely, soft sounds into your mouth, has his big hand around your throat, the other spanning your waist, holding you to him so you can feel where he’s hard against your belly.

 “You make me,” Lewis is panting, pausing between words to kiss you again, like he can’t put a thought together without it, “I don’t fucking know what it is. Crazy. Make me crazy.”

 “You’re drunk,” you tell him, even as the words feel big and lazy in your mouth from your own intoxication.

 “Doesn’t matter,” he says, kisses you again, licking behind your teeth, laughs when he steps away and you sway forward, grasping for him.

 “Come on,” Lewis says, tugging you back out into the street, “We gotta get back before I lose it and just fuck you on the street.”

You barely notice the hotel room, it’s dark shapes and the floor to ceiling windows. You feel innocent in a strangely lovely way, wiped clean, stood by the bed with him, undressing, giggling, stumbling out of socks. Lewis is hard and flushed, standing off his body, a silhouetted figure in the city lights, the wide span of his shoulders, angles of his hips, muscles of his legs.

 “Fuck,” you say, just looking at him, laugh at your own delight, let him wrestle you onto the bed, clumsy and warm and pretending to get away and not wanting to at all.

 Lewis is drunk, and endearingly so. Clumsy in a way he isn’t, usually, and so ready to laugh and tease and kiss. Rubs his hands down your body, spreads your legs for him so he can lick hot and wet, spit into the centre of you. Your fingers twist into his hair, his eyes half lidded looking up your body. Folds his arms over your hips so you can’t move, steady movement of his tongue over you and into you. The alcohol numbs sound, thoughts, embarrassments, so you don’t care when you groan, writhe up into his arms, pull at his hair. Everything is so overwhelming in the best way, feeling him drool over you, bite at the inside of your thighs and tell you how good you taste, how he can’t wait to get in you.

 Giggling as he crawls up your body, kneeling on you accidentally, his hasty apology, brow furrowed with concern until you smooth it out. His cock is throbbing against your belly, leaking wet on your skin.

 “It’s okay,” you tell him, for the third time, taking him into your hand so he keens and curls over into your neck, laving his tongue over the tendon in your throat. You thumb over the head, just to hear the sweet, wounded sound he makes, vibrating into your skin. Notching him where you’re open and wet from his mouth, the blunt tip of him pushing through, spreading you.

 “Oh, God, oh, God, Lewis, fuck,” you say, head tossed back into the pillows, Lewis’ forehead pressed to yours so you can swallow his breath as he sinks home, groans into you. It feels like he’s touching every part of you, everywhere, his body laid out over yours, his cock so deep, taking you, having you. You want to cry, dragging him into a kiss, biting at him.

 It’s messy and fast and feverish, one leg over his shoulder as he fucks into you, harsh snaps of his hips that you feel all over, no need to be quiet, no need to slow it down. His rhythm is sloppy, but it only makes it more addictive, more overwhelming, knowing he wants it so bad, that he wants you so bad.

 “Baby, you feel so good, fucking. Amazing,” Lewis says, his body slick with sweat, his breathing shallow and raspy, and he’s grinning, laughing, eyes all crinkled up and teeth white and sharp. You tangle your hand in his hair, wrap yourself up in him, come with a shout, delirious and drunk and vibrating with the joy of it all.

 He fucks you through it, trying to hold himself steady, his chain dragging over your collarbones, but his hand is a fist in the sheets beside your head, his chest heaving.

 “I’m,” he says, but he’s coming already, rutting into you, jaw slack and eyes screwed shut, moaning all ragged and breathless.

 “Fuck,” he pants into your mouth, hips jerking through the aftershocks, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He’s heavy and solid above you, still kissing you, smoothing your hair off your damp face. You blink up at him, smiling so big your face hurts.

Things are spinning but Lewis is at the centre, sprawled out on the bed with you, a tangle of white sheets and limbs. His big hand anchored on your belly, insisting on lying all pressed up against you despite the heat of your bodies. He keeps laughing at nothing, and when you ask why he smiles this soft, secret way and says, “I’m just happy.”

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 smut #lewis hamilton smut #*

[messinwitheddie]

Squee "Nny!! It's been, like, 45 minutes! It's a tiny-ass mobile home! What are you still DOING in there?!"

Nny "Right now, I'm sitting on the ugliest crushed velvet couch I've ever seen while eating a big bowl of the best slow cooker chili I've ever had. I can't wait to learn this recipe in the future. On that note, I should invest in a slow cooker."

Squee "Come on, man! You haven't found ANY physical proof he's not the future you yet??"

Nny "I mean... Other than the alarming number of empty tequila bottles left all over the place."

Squee "Ok, well, you never drink, so he's not you. Mystery solved. Let's ho home, please?"

Nny "Eh... I've started worse habits.

Future me is supposedly dying. Maybe I just stop caring."

Squee "Jesus, Nny, really?"

Nny "He lied about having wife. I haven't found any kind of medical bills or ID or photos or anything-"

Squee "Maybe he keeps his ID and important papers on him at all times, because, you know, cops are dicks."

Nny "Maybe, but-- The fuck--? Future me has a vintage dough boy salt shaker... And it's filled with baby teeth!"

Squee "What?"

Nny "Baby teeth, some shiny rocks and a Canadian dime?... I'm going to draw on it. See if I notice."

Squee "Don't draw on his shit, man."

Nny "Seriously, what's with the teeth?

I found a JAR completely filled with gold-capped teeth in his bathroom cupboard. I found a 25 lb bag of powdered lime in his pantry-"

Squee "Oh God..."

Nny "Yup. Just like the one in my pantry--

A chest filled with jewelry-- pirate booty shit."

Squee "That's kind of neat--"

Nny "And a BIRD WATCHING diary filled with nothing but terrible doodles of the local bird population. NO WORDS."

[Previous page

(Excuse any and all spelling mistakes. I always overlook one or two.

Oh, the invasion of privacy. Poor Mr. Casarez. Don't shit on his hobby, Nny lol.

To me, one of the funniest things Nny does, at least according to Twitter what I recall, is break into peoples' homes and helps himself to their stuff before killing them (because it's all fiction!! To be clear. I wouldn't think it was funny if it happened to a real life neighbor or real life person in general.)

Also, now I really want chili, but it's almost well past 3 AM and I have no ingredients for good chili. My fridge is all condiments at the moment. Been a rough year...

Finally, Noise is born!! Sorry, @psycho-doughart for the slow crawl to his debut. Poor little guy doesn't have a voice yet.

Again, I really appreciate any reblogs, comments or tag-comments I've received from previous strips. Tugs my heart strings.]

#jthm #nny #squee #nny's looper #au #oc #noise #dough boy

[cas-skz]

ARCADE

Kim Seungmin x Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

A friends birthday party takes a hot turn, and by the end of the night. Your two best friends become more then just that.

18+!!!plz&thnx MDNI

Warnings: Slight public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m&m) cum swallowing, accidental creampie

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Writers note: If this fic was pizza and the smut was chilli flakes, I accidentally poured the whole bag on. THANK YOU ANON FOR THE REQUEST!!! I had fun with this one & hope you enjoy!

cas xx

“Seungie! You’re here!” You exclaim, skipping across the arcade floor to jump into his arms. He spun you in a circle, giving you a tight squeeze before putting you back on your feet.

“Seungie! You’re here!” You exclaim, skipping across the arcade floor to jump into his arms. He spun you in a circle, giving you a tight squeeze before putting you back on your feet.

“Seungie! You’re here!” You exclaim, skipping across the arcade floor to jump into his arms. He spun you in a circle, giving you a tight squeeze before putting you back on your feet.

“Miss me?” He asked, tucking his hands back into his hoodie pockets.

“Not even a little bit.” You tease, nudging him with your hip.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him over to your group of friends, taking your spot next to Han. Seungmin sat on his lap.

You shook your head laughing, “My cute boys.”

Han and Seungmin had been your two best friends for a few years and the three of you had grown extremely close. You never wanted to admit it, but you had major crushes on both of them.

Jeongin’s birthday party was a lot more fun than you expected. Drinks and free roam of an arcade; with prizes included when you exchange your tickets. It was epic.

“3…2…1…shot!” Chan cheered, the group all downing a shot of tequila. You groaned at the burn, stealing the lime from between Seungmin’s lips and quickly sucking the juice from it. “Hey!” He protested.

“You know you can handle tequila better than me.” You laughed, offering him the lime back.

Seungmin smirked, taking the lime and finishing it off. “Now it’s like we kissed.”

You rolled you eyes jokingly, patting him on the chest. “You wish.” You teased.

Han gently took your hand into his, motioning for you to follow him. He pulled you into the photo booth in the back of the arcade, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” He grinned, pressing the options on the screen and paying for the photos.

The first few flashes you both did some silly poses and cute faces. You stopped and looked over at Han, your heart beating fast as his eyes caught yours. His lips had almost reached yours when Seungmin’s voice interrupted.

“Hey- can I talk to you?” He asked, poking his head inside and giving Han an apologetic wave.

“I was actually just going to to uh- say something.” Han stuttered over his words and Seungmin stepped into the booth, sandwiching you between the two.

“I know this is sudden, but I have feelings for you. Like actual, I think I’m falling”

Han cut him off, taking your hand into his. “I’m in love with you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, your eyes darting between the two boys.

Seungmin took your other hand, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “I guess he beat me to it.” He said awkwardly, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. “But, yeah. I’m in love with you too.”

“I said it first.” Han teased Seungmin, who simply smiled and rolled his eyes. You were surprised they were fighting, but it came as a huge relief.

“I don’t know what to say really…” You said shyly, the smile on your face refusing to go away. “I feel the same way, about both of you. I didn’t think I could be in love with two people at once, but…here we are,”

Your eyes went to Seungmin first, moving back and forth between his lips. He scooted closer, his hand leaving yours to cup your face before kissing you deeply.

Han’s hand also left yours, gently gripping your waist as his lips found the back of your neck opposite of Seungmin’s head tilt.

You couldn’t hold back a moan, a chill vibrating through your body. You moved your lips to Han’s, kissing him hungrily.

Both sets of hands found their way between your legs, sneaking up your skirt, Seungmin’s touch a little more firm than Han’s. You gasped a moan at the feeling of Han’s fingers on your fabricated clit, Seungmin’s had snuck underneath, teasing a finger at your twitching hole.

You opened your legs for them, giving them both more access to your pussy. Your lips switched to Seungmin’s, moaning into his lips as he dipped a finger in your hole, slowly moving it back and forth.

Han’s fingers slowly pushed the fabric of your panties aside, gently rubbing your clit, adding different motions.

You cursed a moan as Seungmin added another finger to your hole, pumping a little faster. “They’re so tight and wet for us Han.” Seungmin smirked, slowly pulling out.

Han’s fingers replaced his, feeling a little thicker inside you. Seungmin’s fingers moved to your clit, rubbing it rapidly.

Your breathe started to get shaky, moans turning into whimpers as you started to peak. “I’m cumming…” you say quietly, your walls clenching tightly around Han’s fingers.

You shook a few after shocks as they both pulled their fingers away, bringing them to your lips. You sucked on each one of their fingers, eyes locked with theirs as you did.

“So, do you like the idea of both of us being your boyfriend?” Han asked, helping you readjust your skirt as he grabbed the photos, which had thankfully stopped when Seungmin came in.

You stepped back out in the the arcade, seeing that the crowd had thankfully stayed near the bar. “I think,” you started, leaning up and bringing their heads together, “I could get very, very used to this.” You whispered in their ears.

The three of you excused yourselves from the party, saying your goodbyes to everyone. Changbin decided to be the designated driver for the night, so getting home was easy.

You had barely gotten in the door of your apartment when both sets of hand were on you, helping you undress. Your lips were on Seungmin’s, roughly kissing as you tugged his shirt off, backing him into the nearest wall.

Han snuck up behind you, his hard cock pressing into your bare ass. You snuck a hand around your back, wrapping it around his cock and slowly jerking upwards. Your hand slid down Seungmin’s body, yanking his already undone pants down.

A moan escaped Seungmin’s lips as you freed his cock, your hand immediately pumping it. You pulled your lips from Seungmin’s, turning with your body against his as your lips found Han’s, roughly kissing him.

Seungmin leaned you forward a bit, backing Han into the opposite wall. He spread your legs a bit, the tip of his cock running between your folds before slowly pushing inside. Your lips left Han’s as a shaky moan escaped, eyes closing tightly as his thrusts stretched you out.

“So so pretty.” Han cooed, his hands running down your arms as you held onto him for balance. You leaned down a bit, cursing as you felt Seungmin’s cock push deeper in you.

Your nails dug into Han’s waist as you took his length in your mouth, swirling your tongue around before started to bob your head. Your walls started to clench around Seungmin’s length, your peak hitting faster than expected.

When Seungmin’s thrusts didn’t let up, your mouth fell from Han’s cock, drool spilling out as you started to scream in pleasure. You felt your twitching pussy empty as Han spun you around, you instantly fell to your knees as Seungmin pumped his cock.

You replaced his hand pumping quickly as you brought your mouth to the tip, sucking at it gently as your eyes flicked up to him. His cock started to twitch almost immediately, his hot cum shooting on your tongue. You happily swallowed, bobbing your head a few times before pulling off, smirking at him as you cleaned the corners of your lips.

You turned your attention to Han, who has been watching you carefully as you finished Seungmin off. You smirked, titling your head slightly, “Did you like what you saw Hannie?” You ask, your fingers walking up his chest to his neck, “Do you want me to make you cum too?”

Han swooped you up from under your legs, a small squeal escaping your lips. “Seungmin, mind if I steal her for a minute?”

Seungmin nodded, yawning as he picked up the scattered clothes. “I’m gonna shower, I’ll meet you in bed?” You nodded and Han started to walk before you stopped him. You opened your arms and wiggled your fingers for Seungmin to come to you, cupping his face before you kissed him deeply a few times.

Han laid you gently on the bed, his lips on your neck immediately. You moan quietly, watching as he trailed kisses down your body, wrapping his arms between your legs as his head dipped in between. He kissed and bit at your thighs, leaving small bruises.

His lips found your clit, placing a few kisses before his tongue flattened and started to flick slowly, a few sucks being added. Your hand balled in his hair, moaning his name as your hips started to buck. His arms held you down, a hot laugh escaping his lips as he didn’t let up on his tongue motions.

You body shook as you hit another peak, your hand dropping from his hair to grip the sheets. Han’s eyes met with yours as your hips slowly rolled against his mouth, small whimpers escaping your lips. He climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply. “You taste so good princess.”

You moaned happily against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you pulled away. You repositioned, now straddling Han. You ran your hands down his chest, admiring his firm chest and abs. His hand held his cock in place as you slowly sat down, feeling your walls tighten around his thick mass.

When he moved his hands to your hip, you grabbed them both, pinning them above his head as your hips started to roll.

You could feel how dizzy your head was getting, the sound of moans and curses blurring into one. Han’s mouth found your nipple, sucking at it gently as your hips picked up speed. Your body started to twitch, fingers intertwining with Han’s.

His cock started to firm inside you, pushing you over the edge. You let your body fall on his, cursing loudly as his arms wrapped around you and he took over the fast thrusts.

“I need to cum baby…” Han breathed in your ear, his continuing to move.

Overstimulation was something new to you, but riding the high was so intense and good, you didn’t want to stop.

Your hand gripped at Han’s neck as you buried you face in his chest, tears slowly falling as you repeated his name. You felt his hips stop as his cock started to twitch, shooting a stream of cum inside you before he managed to pull out.

His cock slid to his stomach, pumping out the rest of his release as you tried to catch your breath.

Exhaustion finally hit as you fell on the bed next to Han, who took your hand and gave it a few kisses.

“You guys are really loud.” Seungmin laughed as he walked in the room, placing a few kisses on your head. “I ran a bath for you, but I’m sleepy.” He leaned down beside the bed, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “Hannie will take care of you for the night, okay?”

You nod sleepily, pursing your lips for a kiss. “Good night Seungie, I love you.” You whisper after giving him a gentle kiss.

“I love you too beautiful.”

Han had swooped you up bridal style and started towards the bathroom. You laid your head on his shoulder, smiling softly. “And I love you, my Hannie.”

Han placed a long deep kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

You sunk down into the warm bath, Han sat next to the tub, washing your body and hair. You had dozed off at some point, but woke up cozied in bed, snuggled up to Seungmin with Han spooning you.

#I needed confident reader too yopyopyop #stray kids smut #au skz smut #skz smut #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids au #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x reader #han jisung fanfic #han skz #han jisung smut #han x y/n #han jisung x y/n #han x reader #seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #seungmin smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x you #stray kids #skz

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Rafe f*ing reader on top of his car, his friends are watching. Rafe is insulting that reader while he is f*ing her. She has her eyes close because she is very humiliated.

Be Mine

Summary: Rafe doesn't like competition.

Warnings: noncon/rape, choking, exhibitionism.

You giggle as you sip from the red cup, a stringent mix of tequila, lime, and orange. You mindlessly play with the strap of your bikini, peeking out from beneath the white crochet dress. Topper continues to balloon his cheeks as he swears he can tie the cherry stem with his tongue.

"I always knew you were a bottom, Topper," you scoff.

He frowns and suddenly coughs. He grasps his throat as he bends over and hacks. He shakes his head and gulps down beer as he chokes.

"Goddamn it, I fucking swallowed it," he puffs as he wipes the beer from his lips.

You can't help but laugh harder as you slap his shoulder. "Not the worst thing you've swallowed, huh?"

Before he can get another word out, your hand falls and another grips your elbow tight.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rafe swings you to face him and your margarita splashes between you, soaking into your new dress.

"What the fuck? This is new."

You bat him away as you look down at the green tinge seeping into the loose knit.

"I didn't bring you here to flirt with Topper," he snarls.

"Why did you bring me? You said we were going to the club."

"You don't even like golfing," he rolls his eyes as his fingers furl and unfurl. He's getting twitchy. "And you're too drunk."

"I'm not... just a little tipsy."

"You are. You don't talk back when you're sober."

"What does that mean?" you scowl and turn away, "I knew I shouldn't have given you the time of day."

You stomp away in your wedges and put the mostly empty cup on a table. He follows you as you head to the lot of parked cars and pull out your phone. He knocks it out of your hand as you cry out.

"Rafe--" you gasp and at once his hands are around your throat, one rigid across your esophagus and the other crushing the side, a vee beneath your skull.

"Shut the fuck up!" He shakes you as he drags you back, "give me the time of day, huh? Always thought you were too good for me--"

"I always knew you were... an ass," you croak out at your eye well and you pick at his fingers, "let me--"

He shoves you against the hot metal, bending you over the hood of his dad's sportscar as he wiggles his crotch against your ass.

"Dressed like some pogue skank and you're walking away from me."

You can't breathe as your head throbs. You push on the metal and it dents beneath your weight. You hear the voices of his friends in the air, most unaware or indifferent to his temper.

"Hey, dude," Topper calls over, "take it easy--"

"Stay the fuck out of it, Top," Rafe snarls as he tugs at your skirt, scratching your thigh as he does.

"We were just joking around," Topper insists.

"Don't make me tell you again, dude. Why are you so worried about her, anyway?"

Topper sighs and drowns it in his beer as he backs away hesitantly. You turn your head and reach out to him. He gives tight-lipped smile and spins around.

Your chest sinks as Rafe pushes your bikini to the side, his hand still across the back of your neck.

"Fucking get off me!" you snap and lift your head.

He fists your hair and slams your head down, bending over you as he shifts his hips, "let's give em a show, huh."

His shorts slip down and he guides himself gruffly down your cheeks. A few whistles come from the part and some lewd hollers. You close your eyes in humiliation. They don't even care, they're cheering him on as he rams into you, your toes slipping on the pavement.

"Fucking slut," he thrusts again as you grunt, "listen to them. They all wish they were me--" He shoves his head down next to yours, hips rutting, "but they aren't, so you remember that. You're mine."

#rafe cameron x reader #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #drabble #obx #outer banks

[divinegrey]

𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 / 𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

first jett prompt! the anon requested something similar to a reyna imagine i did a few days ago, so i did my best to deliver. hope it's alright!

prompt: hi! really loved your 'empress' kiss' story. could you possibly do something similar with jett or sage? its okay if it isn't that long but i would really appreciate it :)

words: 1200

warnings: alcohol use, fluff

“It’s an actual crime that you aren’t dancing with me right now.” 

You throw back the shot you just purchased from the bar, the alcohol sliding down your throat. Shit, it burns, and you bite down on the slice of lime to get rid of the nasty feeling in your throat that comes from cheap tequila. 

“Well, you haven’t fuckin’ asked me!” You say to Jett, pushing the dirty glass and half-eaten lime wedge back toward the bartender. Jett huffs, grabbing your wrist rather impatiently before dragging you out to the dancefloor. Heavy music blasts through the club, and you wonder why anyone left tonight’s event up to Phoenix— you’re ninety five percent sure it’s just the Backstreet Boys playing, but you’ve had a couple shots and you don’t really care too much right now. 

Jett pushes through the throngs of people; you pass by Neon, and you swear you see Raze near the DJ booth trying to smuggle money to presumably change the music to something a little more… not British. 

Sorry Phoenix. 

Everyone is in their civvies; with an opportunity to go clubbing, everyone has brought out their latest and greatest outfits. Or, well, most of them. You think you saw Fade lurking somewhere in a hoodie and black pants, but your memory is hazy. All you can focus on is Jett’s lean body in her tight sleeveless crop top. Even out of Protocol, her clothing choice remains consistent; loose techwear joggers, crisp sneakers, and some fingerless gloves on her hands. 

You really aren’t surprised when the music changes to a better beat— Raze has fantastic taste, and the majority of the club seems to agree too. Jett swings you around, a smile on her face, and it’s difficult to think about anything else when all you see is her white hair, loose around her shoulders, and the steel grey of her eyes reflecting the strobe lights overhead. 

With the beat shifting to something you’d call a little more sinful, Jett is all too happy to go with the flow. She turns around, backing up into you. The music muffles the squeak that leaves your mouth as Jett begins to— ahem— throw it back. Somewhere in your alcohol-addled brain, instinct kicks in and you hold her by the waist, stepping into the groove of the music. 

Maybe you’re intoxicated. 

Or being near Jett like this with the massive crush you have on her is making your intoxication worse. 

And she is none the wiser to the way you blush at her. Here, you can at least blame it on the alcohol. 

There’s a grin on Jett’s face that makes you smile too, and you unknowingly squeeze her hips, pressing into her. Jett’s eyes connect with yours when she glances over her shoulder; she straightens up, putting her back to your front and reaching behind to hold onto your arm as she dances the night away. 

God, you think you might fall over. 

Someone bumps into your back— Phoenix, you think— and it forces you closer to Jett. If she’s unhappy, she certainly doesn’t look like it, as you can hear her laugh over the heavy bass of the Brazilian music flowing through the club. 

She spins around, your hands sliding on her waist until they find a place once more. 

“You’re a good dancer!” Jett shouts over the music, and your face burns. 

“Y— yeah! You too!” You say back, only for her to screw up her face like she didn’t hear you. You lean closer to her ear, saying quite loudly, “I said you’re good at dancing too!” 

You realize you may have been baited into getting closer to her, because Jett winds her arms around your neck and it’s incredibly difficult to pull away when she clearly wants you this close. Not that you’d want to step away, because at least being this close to her gives you the excuse to pretend that you’re her girlfriend and not just her best friend. 

Vaguely, you recognize the slow and sensual beat of the music playing— one of Raze’s favorites, Pantera by Anitta. Of course the Brazilian would get the DJ to play this. She probably saw you and Jett on the dancefloor and decided to make it her problem. 

To anyone other than Jett, your crush is obvious. To the woman herself, she’s none the wiser. 

You’re okay with that if it means getting to be her best friend. 

You exhale a warm breath into the crook of Jett’s neck, swaying your hips in time to the music. You think if you look at her right now, you might not be able to handle it with all the alcohol you’ve consumed. 

But you’ve never been one to get what you want. 

Jett’s fingers move through your hair and you pull away, wondering if you’ve done something wrong, only to see her smiling so widely your heart melts inside of your chest. Your body moves on autopilot among the throngs of people, leading the dance, but you’re glued to the way the lights dance in Jett’s eyes. At this moment, you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. 

You’re in love with her. 

“Jett!” You shout, catching her attention. She looks at you, her eyes unfocused and hazy. You stare at her; any other words you could say vanish into thin air. Your fingers fidget from where they rest on her hips, and you swallow thickly. 

Jett looks at you. 

But this… this feels different than any other time she’s looked at you. 

Could she feel the same way? 

Her hand moves from your hair to your cheek, her thumb stroking softly under your eye. You absorb the feeling of her fingers, calloused from knives. 

Jett has always been the braver one out of the two of you. 

Her arm tightens around your neck, forcing your head forward and she meets you in the middle. 

The taste of cheap vodka is thick on her lips, but you’ve never felt more right in your life. Your arms wrap snugly around Jett, forcing her as close as possible to you as the lights around you go absolutely apeshit. Even with your eyes closed, soaking up the feelings and sensations of Jett kissing you— kissing you!— the lights of the club bathe you both in shades of blues and greens and reds and everything in between. 

 Jett kisses like she’s got a point to prove, and you’re more than willing to let her. Your legs feel weak, your chest full of warmth and nerves mixing together. It boils in your body, the nervous energy you’ve felt the entire night from being close to her in ways that friends shouldn’t have been, and yet, here you are, opening your mouth when she kisses you with her tongue. 

When she pulls away and you feel her breathing against your lips, you’re convinced you’re going to pass out. This isn’t how you thought it would happen; you didn’t think it was going to happen at all. 

Jett leans to the side, to your ear. “Kiss me again, you idiot.” 

And who are you to say no? 

The grin on your face is hard to get rid of, even as you tug Jett back to you and your lips meet hers again. 

#jett x reader #valorant jett x reader #jett #jett valorant #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #valorant imagines #jett imagines

[haoplum]

Happy Bunny | l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x f!reader

Genres: smut (18+), fluff (?? kinda?), dom!chan

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, degrading (like once, pretty minimal), oral (f receiving), language, marking, creampie, unprotected sex (get tested and stay safe xoxo) lmk if i missed anything pls!!!

WC: ~4k

Desc: It's your final party as a senior, and you're determined to talk to your crush: Chan.

A/N: First post here and my first time writing smut in general waaaa hope it’s not too terrible <33 

It was your final senior party. That being said, you didn’t go to all that many. Somehow, Vernon had managed to convince you to come to this one - seeing as he had nobody else to go with and wanted to do matching outfits. You were even more reluctant when you found out it was a costume party of all things. You hate spending money on costumes you’ll wear once but Vernon teased, “Come on you can dress all slutty and maybe get the attention of your crush at long last. This is your last chance, you know!”

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you started pestering him for ideas for what to wear as your costume. After Vernon had smoked a joint (calling it his thinking joint), he came up with the marvellous plan of magician and bunny - not too couple-y but definitely matching, as well as ticking off the slutty box for you. You were particularly enthusiastic about it, legally blonde being one of your favourite films and all. So, you decided to basically copy that exact outfit, just adding a small pink tennis skirt because you knew how men could act sometimes and didn’t want to attract too much attention - at least not from anyone other than your crush, Chan.

When the night of the party came, you couldn’t stop fussing over your makeup. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was refusing to fit, and it was making you way more frustrated than it should. Vernon, having noticed your distress, had gone to pour some shots of tequila, bringing them back on a little tray accompanied by lime and salt. As you saw him return in the corner of your mirror which you were leaning ever so close to, you turned to him with a pleased grin and picked up the shot closest to you.

“Now get that frown off your face, let’s have some fun for once.” he proclaimed, clinking his glass against yours, careful not to spill any of the precious liquid. And with that, the two of you eagerly finished the six shots between you, wincing a little at the end and laughing at the faces the two of you had pulled. 

The party was at some random senior’s house, Vernon didn’t bother telling you whose, and it was just around the corner from your house, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about lifts or anything. As you approached the house you fiddled with the straps of your bodysuit, making sure your chest was showing just the right amount. Vernon chuckled as he watched you, taking in how well your clothes hugged your waist. He’d never been into you, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think you were attractive in the slightest.

When you were just a couple of houses down, you could already hear music blasting from the house and people cheering. At this point, you almost wanted to turn around, thinking you weren’t even close to drunk enough for this ordeal. As if he could read your mind, he spoke up - “There’s gonna be drinks inside, you know. First thing to do when we get through those doors is find the alcohol and get smashed.”

After steeling your nerves, you let out a sigh and nod, feeling very ready to not remember the night by the morning. “Okay! Let’s go.”

Just as planned: as soon as you walked through the door that was sloppily kept open by an empty beer keg, you waded through the crowd to arrive at the kitchen where the table was covered with bottles of every spirit and mixer imaginable, along with some questionable looking punch, of course. Looking at Vernon for suggestions, you were met with a shrug as he sidled off to lean against the counter while he loaded his grinder with weed (which he had pulled out from under his cape). Unhelpful, as always. You furrowed your eyebrows and picked up a vaguely sticky bottle of spiced rum, pairing it with some wonderfully flat pepsi. This was definitely the consequence of getting there an hour and a half after the party had commenced, but it seemed better than coming before it really kicked off. At the very least, you could still get drunk.

“You wanna get pissed but you’re using mixer?” Vernon shouted over the music, hoping you could hear him.

“Well, you didn’t give me any help!”

“Okay, okay, fine!” he shook his head, placing his stuff back in his cape before coming over to the table. “Let’s just have more tequila shots. There’s no lime or salt around by the looks of it though..” he whined with a small pout. You couldn’t help but giggle as he begrudgingly poured you both generous shots in glasses that were definitely not made for that purpose. “Drink up, bunny!”

It’d been a good half an hour since your second round of shots, and you could definitely feel the alcohol hitting your bloodstream. You’d absentmindedly been scanning the crowd for any sign of Chan but to no avail, his closest friend wasn’t anywhere to be seen either. 

Vernon had been sitting out the front smoking, so you hadn’t seen much of him either which meant you mainly just stuck to the wall and observed people, until someone approached you.

“Hey, you were in my chem class, right?” he inquired.

It was Jun - he only shared that one class with you and in all honestly you were pretty surprised he remembered you. He spent virtually all of his time in that lesson being loud and messing around with his friends, all while maintaining a good grade somehow - you sort of admired him for that.

“Oh, yeah! Nice alien suit.” you replied, leaning close to his ear to make sure he could hear you.

“You look really good in that bunny costume, by the way.” he said with a smile that you couldn’t quite discern the intention of. Instead of giving a reply, you smiled faintly and took a sip of your drink while looking over at the front door. Just as you did, you spotted two men walking through the door holding multipacks of beers up on their shoulders - Hoshi and Chan.

While you’d never been that close with Chan, the two of you were friendly since you were both members of the dance club. He’d been part of it since the start of high school, while you only joined a year or so ago, which meant he was a lot closer with the team than you were. To be honest, you only really joined it because of him, so he’d know who you were at the very least. Instinctively, you started making your way to the direction he seemed to be walking, before stopping in your tracks as you put two and two together and realised he was most likely coming to the kitchen to drop off the beers. So, you stayed put - much to Jun’s amusement. 

Hoisting the beers down from his shoulders, he lumped them onto the counter, people immediately opening the boxes to take some.

“Look at these monsters, getting through this shit so fast.” he laughed, mainly talking to Hoshi, but his gaze shifted over to you as he did. When he noticed you, the corners of his lips tugged up into a full-fledged smile, bearing his spiky canines. He was dressed as a vampire: hair slicked back, fake blood running down his chin, a black waistcoat - but he didn’t need the tacky fake fangs. His teeth could probably pass for a vampire’s already.

Once he’d made his way over to you, he pulled you into a hug, his defined forearms wrapped securely around his waist. While this took you completely off guard, you tried to remain composed and talk to him calmly. The smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne wafted over you when he pulled away, letting you know he’d definitely already had quite a bit to drink.

“It’s nice to see you here!” you smile.

He cocks his head at you, grin still wide, “What do you mean by that? You know this is my house, right?”

Your mouth quickly formed an ‘oh’ and it suddenly seemed to make sense why Vernon was so hellbent on convincing you to come. Regardless of your expression, he just laughed softly and took the empty cup out of your grasp. “Now.. I know that it looks bad,” he paused as he filled your glass with the mystery punch, “but I swear it’s actually kinda tasty. You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” you replied, smiling to yourself. You carefully took the cup from him, lightly brushing your fingers against his by accident. Though you were rather unconvinced, you took a small sip and looked up at him with surprise, nodding your head in approval. 

Hoshi and Jun had been sort of awkwardly standing around, not quite knowing what to do while the two of you talked. Eventually, Hoshi took the hint to leave and shouted “I’m gonna go dance with Jun, come find me if you need me!”, which gained no real response from Chan other than a thumbs up, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

“Do you not want to dance too? I can go and find my friend, it's okay!” 

“No, I don’t want to dance with Hoshi.” he confirmed, still having his gaze locked onto you. You weren’t quite sure where to go from there, so you continued sipping at your drink, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Actually, follow me.” Without giving you time to react, he grabbed your wrist and started striding through the crowd, out the back door. You stumbled after him, desperately trying not to spill your drink and keep your balance as people pushed past you. 

So here you are: sitting on a bench swing in a secluded part of his garden, kept secret by the bushy trees and long grass. Between the two of you, it’s mainly just silence with a bit of background noise from the house.

“You’re not cold out here, are you?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Not really, the alcohol is keeping me warm enough.” you confirm, entering calm silence once again as the trees rustle with wind passing through them. 

“You know, I wish I had taken the chance to talk to you more in dance.”

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You’d always observed him from afar because he came off as very much out of your league, being friends with all of the popular guys and generally getting a lot of girls. He’d been looking at you too?

“Chan, how drunk are you right now?”

“Mmmmmm… not very? Actually, quite.” He was very drunk for sure. You very much doubt he’d remember a single thing you said by tomorrow.

“Okay, well, I always wanted to talk to you. I actually kinda joined dance because of you.”

As soon as those words passed your lips, his head whipped around and he stared at you in absolute awe, causing a little giggle from you. “Is that really so shocking to you? You’re incredible.”

He opens his mouth as if to send back a sassy retort, but instead pauses to think for a second, rubbing his temples theatrically. “Incredible how?”

You find him so very cute. You can’t fathom that this is the same man who dances with so much charm and appeal. “Are you just trying to squeeze compliments out of me, sir?” you question teasingly.

“Maybe? So what if I am!”

“Fine. You’re an extremely talented dancer, you’re kind to everyone even when they tease you, I really admire you,” you’re thrown off by how softly he’s watching you as you ramble and your brain completely shuts off, going into autopilot. “...and I really want to kiss you right now.”

His eyes shift from a soft gaze to a dark stare as he places one hand mid-way up your thigh, the other finding the back of your neck, slowly pulling you in. It feels like an absolute fever dream as you press your plush lips into his. You can taste the remains of strong liquor as he gently teases the parting of your lips with his tongue. If you weren’t on a swing, you would already be straddling his lap by now, but you settle for holding the side of his face and feeling across the muscles of his back needily. 

As he greedily pulls you closer to him, he groans into the kiss, only worsening the mess in your lacy underwear. You can feel his hand inching up your thigh, coming to rest just under the hem of your dangerously short skirt, urging you to finally pull away. “We can’t be doing this on a swing, Chan.” you whisper breathlessly, standing up and making it your turn to drag him through the crowd.

Not caring about the fake blood undoubtedly smeared across your face, you rush back into the house through the sea of people, afraid that your knees could buckle at any moment. “You don’t even know where my room is,” he laughs, “follow me.” And with that, you’re back to being dragged along. Making your way up the stairs, the crowd becomes sparser, and you finally have enough space to walk next to him. 

He forcefully pushes his door open only to see two people making out on his bed - Vernon and some random girl. “Get the fuck out.” Chan shouts, making them both turn their heads towards you, Vernon noticeably more shocked than the girl. As he passes you, he gives you a smirk and mouths ‘you’re welcome’ before disappearing, Chan slamming the door behind him.

Moving swiftly, he pins you against the door, forcing his knee between your legs and smiling at the sight of your flustered expression. “Is this better for you, princess? Fit your standards?” You can’t muster anything other than a small whimper in reply, clinging to the sides of his waistcoat. 

“I guess that’s a yes.” is all he comments before resuming what you’d paused. He lets his hands freely roam your body as your arms make their way up to his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging occasionally. With every pull, you feel his breath hitch against your lips and his hands falter momentarily before he regains composure. Just as you’d gotten fully into the rhythm, someone outside bumps into the door with enough force for your knees to give out, landing you firmly on his thigh. Though he could pick you back up with ease, he chooses to press his leg harder against your core, earning the moan from you he’d been searching for. “God you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, Channie” you forced out, practically begging for more friction.

“Well, I don’t show this to most people.” he grinned, moving a hand up to your neck and running his thumb along your jawline. He slides his thumb up to your lips and you open them without hesitation, sucking gently while making sure to maintain eye contact as his focus flickers between your eyes and lips. His thumb came out of your mouth with a pop, and as soon as it did, he hiked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you across the room to the bed and confessing “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

He sat down at the top of his bed, leaning against the headboard with you straddling him, as if he knew exactly what you'd wanted earlier. In this new position, you could feel his hardness pressing against you, making you mindlessly grind against him, trying to satisfy your own needs. He obliged, firmly holding his hands on your hips, guiding you along the outline of his dick. You lean down, starting with a small kiss but becoming more and more greedy by the second. Him softly moaning into the kisses only fueled you further, making you grind down harder and whine against his lips as he repeatedly makes contact with your clothed clit. 

“I need you so bad.”

“Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do to you?” he spoke against your lips, impatiently making sure your hips never stopped moving back and forth.

“Mmh I don’t know, just make me feel good… please.”

While he could try to force more specifics out of you, he’s simply too eager to please. He moves his hands up a little, finding the zip of your skirt with ease, lifting you up slightly to tease it off of you, feeling your hips and thighs along the way and savouring every inch. He smoothly runs his fingers along your clothed folds before making a suggestion: “How about you sit on my face? I wanna taste you.” He looks up with eager eyes and a small smirk while he gropes your ass.

You watch him closely, trying to find any hint of hesitation in his expression. “I would love that if you’re up for it.”

Without any form of a pause, he slides down to lie flat on the bed, positioning himself right under your practically dripping cunt. He looks up to your face which is looking down at him with slight concern. “I’m not gonna suffocate. If I need you to lift up your hips I’ll tap the side of your thigh, okay?” he comforted, receiving a small sigh of relief and smile from you. Once he’d made sure you were okay, he pushed your bodysuit and panties to the side, taking in the sight and grinning before pulling you down onto his face by your ass. 

You can’t help but squirm as his tongue comes into contact with your clit, only stimulating yourself more with the movement. Desperately trying to keep your balance, you grip the headboard with one hand while the other is buried in his thick brown hair. You watch him, his eyes closed in bliss as he laps up the wetness that’d been pooling at your entrance, his nose rubbing against your bud. As you grind softly, your hips stutter from the overwhelming pleasure, hoping your moans can’t be heard by anyone over the loud pop music coming from downstairs. He firmly wraps his lips around your clit, looking up to see your flushed face as you push against his mouth and whine, feeling the climax building in your stomach.

He takes one of his hands off of your ass, trailing it around your thigh until he finds his way to your core, slowly pushing his index finger in, feeling you tense around him. As he curls his finger, you flinch at the new sensation, needing more. “Mm please Channie” you sigh, furrowing your eyebrows and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

Obediently adding another finger, he stretches your cunt out slowly, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You absentmindedly pull his hair, making a groan leave his lips, the sound vibrating against you, tipping you over the edge. As you hit your high, your juices gushed into his pleading mouth, and you could feel him smiling against your folds in satisfaction. Until now, you hadn’t noticed him needily bucking his hips, trying to handle his own horny-ness. You smile to yourself as he lets you right out your high, slowly removing his fingers from you as you lift up your hips with wobbly legs. He supports the underneath of your thighs gently as you shuffle down his body. “I think it might be your turn, Channie.”

With a chuckle, he responds, “While I love the idea, I’m not sure how long I’d be able to last if you did that.”

You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Mm okay, suit yourself.”

“Maybe next time, hmm?” he suggests, holding the side of your face softly. Your heart warms at the fact he’s already thinking about spending more time with you. “But right now, I really wanna be inside you, princess.”

He leans forward a little, bringing you back into a kiss as your hands busy themselves unbuttoning his waistcoat while he hooks his fingers under the straps of your pink bodysuit. He moans into this kiss as you go back to sitting on his dick, helping him slide your clothes off, now just in your matching black lingerie. Sitting up, he shrugs his waistcoat off and pulls his now slightly wrinkled white shirt over his head, joining the floor pile. You become slightly distracted by his figure, his toned body now on full display, sitting under your hands.

He moved his hands up to sit on the small of your waist asking, “Do you want me to grab a condom, lovely?”

“If we’re both clean then I’d rather it just be you..” you reply with a small smirk creeping up on your lips.

“Fuck.. you’re gonna be the end of me.” he gawks, watching his palms trace the sides of your body. You let out a small giggle and trail your fingers down to his belt buckle, swiftly unbuckling it and unzipping his pinstripe trousers, palming him through his boxers as you do. With a look of concentration on his face, he tugs his trousers and boxers off in one fell swoop, his dick hitting his abdomen with a small slap.

You’re pleasantly surprised by his size: average length, but thick in girth. You eagerly take the throbbing tip in your hands as he helps to take your panties off, his hands fumbling as you pleasure him. Too needy to wait, you position yourself, lining him up with the entrance as he watches you. “Are you ready?” he checks.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you smile. Unexpectedly, he pushes you straight down to the base with a cocky grin, making you let out a moan louder than you intended, rushing to grip onto his shoulders for support.

“Feel good, princess?” he whispers in your ear, kissing and nibbling your lobe. All you can muster is a nod as you bury your face in his neck. After a small pause while you adjust to his size, Chan not rushing you, you begin to roll your hips back and forth. He reaches up to undo the clasp of your bra with one hand, the other holding your hips firmly down. Once he’s removed it, he makes you arch your back slightly with a press at the back of your waist, bringing your breasts closer to his face. He takes your left nipple in his mouth, sucking diligently as he rolls the right between his thumb and middle finger.

The tips of your fingers start to dig into his shoulder leaving small red crescents in his tan skin. You’re both moaning messes, his sounds muffled against your skin, yours next to his ear only turning him on more. He slowly kisses up your chest to your neck, leaving small marks showing the path his mouth took, until reaching your lips. The make out was sloppy, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths, you bobbing up and down on him. “’m so close.” you speak against his lips.

“Cum for me then.”

His dominant attitude tightened the coil in your stomach, and he could feel you tighten around him. “That’s a good girl, cum on my dick.” And with that, your walls start spasming for the second time, making you pull away from the kiss, breathing too heavily to continue. Not long after, you feel Chan’s warm cum filling you up as he throws his head back in pleasure, continuing to fuck his release into you as he comes down from his high. You continue to hold onto his shoulders tightly, watching carefully as his Adam's apple moves up and down. You feel slightly lightheaded, and rest your forehead against his, making eye contact with him as he smiles at you.

“I guess we should probably get cleaned up, huh?” he suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you into an embrace.

“Could we just stay like this for a bit? I’m comfy.”

“Of course, princess.”

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[sirjacobthomaskiszka]

What’s Mine is Mine

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Words 3.4k

warnings (minors DNI 18+ or you’re grounded) {smutty fluff, soft dom-ish jake, asshole guy, oral m/f receiving, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up folks, safe sex is good sex) language? idk}

“Hi, could I get a tequila soda with lime please?” You yell over the counter to the bartender, having to speak over the crowd inside the bar you were currently at. You and your friends had decided to go out after attending a concert for your favorite band, Greta Van Fleet. They were performing in Nashville, their chosen home and yours as well, you knew you had to see them.

The bar was packed with regular Friday night patrons along with some other concert goers, only identifiable by the extravagant outfits they wore.

What you hadn’t noticed was a pair of mahogany brown eyes that hadn’t stopped watching you since you walked through the door. He was sitting in the back corner with his three brothers, enjoying a drink after putting on one of his best shows. He didn’t really believe in love at first sight but upon seeing you tonight his mind had been changed.

You collected your drink from the bartender and returned to the table your friends had made claim to. Chatting about the show you just attended you gushed to your friends about the guitarist you may or may not have a massive crush on. “God did you see him tonight? He was fucking owning that stage. I don’t know what got into him but we just got the show of a lifetime.”

Jake knew what had gotten into him. Seeing you at the bar wasn’t the first time he had laid eyes on you. He noticed you immediately upon taking the stage. Your energy drew his attention, he couldn’t quite place why but something was different with you. He put his all into that performance, feeding off the energy that was radiating off you from your spot on the barricade.

“Seriously I can’t get over it. Plus him and the outfit? Fucking insane. I didn’t know he could be more attractive.” You had finished your first drink and let your friends know you were heading up to grab another and a round of shots for you all. Before you could reach the bar a man stepped in front of you, causing you to bump into him. “Shit, sorry, excuse me.” You tried to push past him, thinking he just hadn’t noticed you walking through. The stranger reached out though, grabbing your upper arm. Pulling you back into him “Hold on there sweetheart, where are you running off too? What’s your name beautiful, wanna get out of here?” The man was obviously shitfaced. You wretched your arm out of his grasp, putting space between the two of you. “The names not interested, thanks though.”

“Well you see sweets, I don’t really care if you’re interested or not.” He had grabbed you by the wrist this time, pulling you back towards him, putting his face in yours. You could smell the rancid alcohol on his breath, “Let go of me. Now.” You tried to pull your hand back but he only tightened his grip, making you wince in pain.

“I think she told you to let go.” A voice came from behind you. The chelsea boots came into view and looking up you couldn’t believe who you saw standing beside you.

“Yeah and who the fuck are you? We were just leaving weren’t we sweetheart?” You looked into Jake’s eyes silently begging for his help. Without needing to say the words Jake pushed the man back, causing him to stagger and release your wrist. Jake took hold of your waist and pulled you into his side.

The stranger shot up after regaining his balance, “What the fuck man, what’s your problem we were just having some fun. Weren’t we sweets?” The man took a step closer and Jake moved to step in front of you. Holding one of your hands around his waist to keep you tight to him.

“My problem is I don’t take too kindly to low life fucks like you trying to grab on my woman. Get the fuck out of here before I make this a bigger problem than it needs to be.” Jake turned around to you, taking you by the waist again and leading you toward the back, past the table where the rest of the boys were sitting.

“Yo, everything good Jake?” Josh, the frontman, asked his twin. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” Taking your hand he led you out to the patio, letting go of your hand to run his own through his hair. Pacing back and forth in front of you while trying to steady his breath.

You hadn’t said anything yet but decided to break the silence, “I- uh- I’m sorry, what was all that?” Jake stopped pacing to turn and look at you, slowly taking steps toward you. He replied in a low voice, a look of hunger in his eyes, “Like I said sugar, I don’t take too kindly to people trying to get after what’s mine.”

You looked at him completely confused by what he was saying. “What’s yours? Jake, you don’t even know my name.”

“Oh but I will doll. And you obviously know mine, I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the night.” You stood with your jaw gaping open. You could not believe what the god of a guitarist had just said to you. Was the Jake Kiszka into you?

Along with not noticing Jake watching you since you entered the bar, you also hadn’t noticed how his energy changed the instant that stranger stepped in front of you. His shoulders tightened and his jaw clenched. He didn’t like the way that man was staring at what was so obviously his. Jake didn’t know where this possessive streak came from but the second he saw that grimy hand touch you he knew he had to step in. “I’ll be right back.” He wasn’t speaking to any of the boys in particular, vision tunneling to get to you and get you away from that man, to get you somewhere alone with him.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that crowd sugar there was something about you. Something I needed to know about. Something too good to pass up. Now, what’s your name doll?”

You still couldn’t believe it, Jake Kiszka was into you. Like really into you. “Y/N. My name is Y/n.” You blurted out. “Very good. Well y/n, would you like to come back inside with me and let me buy you a drink? I’ll introduce you to the guys too.” You hadn’t noticed till your back hit the cool brick wall behind you, Jake’s hands holding you by the hips, eyes darting between your own and your lips.

“I would really like that.” You replied, quieter than you intended.

“Cmon then,” Jake smirked at your flustered state, “The quicker you let me buy you that drink the faster I can get you home.” With a wink and a kiss to your cheek, Jake took you by the hand and pulled you off the wall back inside.

Saddling up to the bar he asked, “What’ll it be baby?” You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off Jake. Finally getting to looking at him up close. “Earth to y/n? What do you want to drink babe?”

Shaking your head you speak up, “Um, sorry, tequila soda please. Oh with lime too.”

“A woman truly after my own heart. I knew you were something special.” Collecting your drinks Jake led you back to his table, introducing you to all the boys.

“Y/n, this is Josh, Dan and Sam, though I think you knew that. Boys this is y/n.” They all waived and greeted you, welcoming as ever. “Damn Jake, is this the one you couldn’t shut up about seeing in the crowd?” Josh teased his twin, a blush spreading across the apples of Jake’s cheeks. “Shut up Josh.” Jake gritted through his teeth.

“It’s okay Jakey, I have a little crush on you too,” you spoke lowly to him, holding eye contact as you pulled the straw of your drink into your mouth with your tongue, watching his breathing start to get heavier.

You sat and chatted with the boys, listening to their tour stories and telling them about yourself, truly feeling like you had always been old friends.

“Y/N! Holy shit where have you been? You disappeared is everythin- oh, uh hi.” Your friends had found you, and quickly realized who it was you had found in your company.

“Shit sorry guys, something happened but I’m good. Where are my manners, boys these are my friends, friends these are the boys!” Your two groups had merged into one, all chattering at each other. Taking you by the waist Jake pulled you closer to him, whispering lowly in your ear, “What do you think doll? Wanna get out of here?”

Biting your lip you looked at him and nodded. “Yeah Jake, I’d really like that.”

Letting your respective parties know you both headed out the back of the bar hand in hand. Jake led you to what you only assumed was his car. Opening the passenger side door for you like the gentleman he was, you slid inside the black Jeep, buckling yourself in. Hoping into the driver’s side Jake beamed a smile at you, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Reaching over he placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“Nervous doll?” “Oddly, not even a little bit. I feel like I’ve known you forever, maybe this sounds like a lot, but I feel safe with you Jake.” You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed it. He looked over to you again and smiled, “There really is something about you y/n. I want you to know I don’t do this with just anyone. I want more than just this one time with you.”

Hearing those words from him melted your heart but also caused a wetness to pool in your panties. “Jakey, I’m gonna need you to drive faster baby.” With that he turned his eyes back to the road and you felt the car jerk forward as he laid on the gas.

Pulling up to his house Jake jumped out of the car and ran around to the passenger side to open the door for you. “M’lady,” he said to you while outstretching his hand for you to take. Leading you inside you slid off your shoes, placing your things on Jake’s counter.

“You have a gorgeous home,” you lead, turning around to face Jake, finding him much closer than you expected. His hands find your waist, pushing you back into the nearest wall. “Enough with the pleasantries, love. Do you want this?” You nod your head in response. “No, y/n. I want your words, I want to hear you say that you want this too.”

“I want this Jake. I want you.” Wasting no time Jake crashes his lips into yours, pulling you closer into him, seeming like he couldn’t get you close enough. Your hands fly to the sides of his face, one moving to get lost in the tangle of his silky brown hair.

Pulling back Jake bites lightly at your bottom lip. “This way sugar. Want you in my bed, gonna take my time with you.”

With what seems like all of his will power Jake takes a step back from you, taking your hand again and leading you down the hallway off the main entrance. Upon entering his room you’re greeted with exactly what you expected. A soft golden glow encompasses the room from the few lamps he has turned on. Crates upon crates filled with what seems to be a never ending vinyl collection. Bookshelves overflowing next to guitar stands holding a few different acoustics. His bed was made up of all black sheets, looking insanely comfortable you would have to admit. And a smell that seems to be so wonderfully Jake. Like sun soaked skin, sweet woodsy cologne and something so innately Jake that you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You could feel his presence behind you before you actually felt his hands on you. Jake trailed his fingers up your arm to your neck, sweeping your hair to the side and placing a gentle open mouthed kissed to the junction where your neck met your shoulder. Moaning out quietly you leaned your body back into Jake, desperate to feel more of him against you.

“Patience, love, I’ll give you what you want, I want it just as bad.” Running his hands back down your arms he takes your hands in his and lifts them up, cueing you to hold them up so he could reach down and pull your top off and over your head. You were bare to him now but no part of you felt the need to cover yourself. In the few hours you had known this man he made you feel more safe than ever before.

Pressing against your back Jake’s hands snake around your waist and begin kneading your breasts. Pulling at your nipples till they peaked and you were writhing against him. “Such a sweet responsive thing aren’t you doll?” “Fuck, just for you Jake, it’s all for you.”

Trailing his hands down your stomach, Jake made quick work of undoing the button to your shorts, dipping his hands below your waist band to help you shimmy them down your legs.

“Fuckkk y/n, you weren’t wearing panties this whole time? You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” Turning in his arms you place yours around his neck and hum to him, “What a wonderful way to go.” Pulling him into you you lock lips again, running your hand down his chest you undo the buttons that were barely keeping his shirt closed, pushing it of his chest. You reveled in the sensation of his warm soft skin beneath your hands. Popping open the button on the front of his jeans you push them down his legs, following them till you were on your knees in front of him.

“Oh sweet girl, you have no idea how beautiful you look down there.” Smiling up to him you pet Jake through his briefs feeling how hard he was for you. “May I?” “Please doll, I’ll take anything you give me.”

Without wasting another moment you pull Jake’s briefs down, jaw nearly dropping at the sight of his cock slapping up to his tummy. The head already wet with precum. “Like what you see doll?” “Hmm yes very much so.”

Licking a stripe up the underside of his cock you take Jake fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take him deep. Tasting him you moan around him, causing Jake's hand to shoot into your hair. “Fuck sweet girl, your mouth is incredible.” Using his hand in your hair Jake fucks into your mouth gently, looking up at him with doe eyes you find him already watching you with an open mouth. Pulling you off, Jake hauls you up, immediately pulling you in for a kiss.

“As much as I would love to cum down that sinful throat, I want to cum in that pretty little pussy more.” His words almost make you double over, a bolt of pleasure running to your core. Jake turns you around and leads you over to his bed. Pushing you lightly till you're sitting on the edge, legs spread so he can stand between them.

“Scoot up a little sugar, I wanna taste how sweet that pretty pussy is.” You shift yourself up on his bed, legs spread and presenting to him. Laying down on his stomach Jake wastes no time burying his face between your legs. Nonstop moans come tumbling out of your mouth as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth, fingers coming up to tease at your entrance. “More, please Jake,” you cry out to him. He hums against you in response and curls his fingers into you, wasting no time in finding that spot that seemed to evade all your past lovers. “Fuck Jake, right there baby, please don’t stop.”

Jake fucks his fingers into you harder, pulling back from you for a second to say, “Cum on my fingers y/n, let me have it baby.” He returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue in fast strokes, massaging that spot deep inside you you let go onto his hand and all over his face.

Your back arches up off the bed, Jake continuing to work his fingers inside you, gently kissing on your clit to work you through your release. Pulling back you watch him suck his fingers into his mouth, you moan at the sight, “So fucking sweet for me doll, I could eat you for every meal.”

“So help me god Jake, if you do not get up here and fuck me right now, I’ll scream.” Jake laughs quietly at your impatience but crawls over top of you to place kisses along your neck and collar bone.

“Oh doll you’ll be screaming regardless.” You inhale sharply as you feel Jake run the thick head of his cock through your folds, grazing against your still sensitive clit. “Please Jakey need to feel you in me.”

Pushing into you slowly you both groan out, you at the stretch of feeling Jake fill you, almost like a piece of your puzzle falling into place, for Jake it’s the wet, heat of your gripping cunt. Once he’s fully seated inside of you Jake drops his head to your shoulder, watching himself pump his hips shallowly into you, each movement drawing your breaths out in huffs.

“Goddamn doll, if only I knew you were gonna feel this good I would’ve fucked you before we could’ve left the bar.”

“Fuck you have me now Jake. Please, need you to move baby.” Planting his hands on either side of your head Jake pulls out nearly all the way before slamming his hips into yours, causing you to scream out as he sets a brutal pace.

The lewd slap of his skin on yours fills the room amongst your panting breaths and moans. “Jake- fuck, you feel so fucking good, fill me up so deep Jakey.” Holding him close, he starts fucking into you faster.

“Shit y/n, come for me baby, wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me. Please doll let me have it, come all over my cock, please, please.” Jake’s begging sends you over the edge into the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Jake, fuck Jake! I’m coming fuck. Come inside me Jakey please, need to feel you fill me up.” Chasing his own high Jake picks up the speed of his thrusts again, “Gonna fill you up baby gonna give you all of me- fuck! God fucking damn baby.”

You feel Jake spill into you, slowing his hips, working you both through your orgasms.

Coming to a stop Jake lifts his head from where he had it resting in your neck. Placing a passionate but gentle kiss on your lips as he slowly pulled out of you. Resting his forehead on yours.

“It’s never been like that for me.”

“Me either. That was incredible.”

Jake got up off the bed, moving into his bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. Returning to the bed he pulled you into his side. You cuddle into him, feeling incredibly content with the man you had met hours before.

“So uh, I know this might be jumping the gun but I really like you y/n and something feels so right here. What do you think about letting me take you on a date tomorrow? And then for a million more after that?” You laugh quietly at Jake's nerves, moving back a bit so you can see his eyes. “I’d love to go on a date with you tomorrow Jake and a million more after that one.”

“Okay good cause I’m never letting you go.” Jake placed a kiss on the top of your head as you settled back into his chest. “You better not,” you reply before letting the gentle thrum of his heart lull you to sleep.

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[morallyinept]

Further to my Pedro Boys Cocktails, and my Javier Peña Special Cocktails, now it's time for some SNL Character Themed Cocktails! 🍹

Again, no measurements are included so you can make them as strong or as weak as you like. Pictures of the cocktails used are for reference, based on what I think they would look like with the ingredients used, but are not verbatim. Go crazy.

Drink responsibly, folks. 🥴

If you make any, please tag me so I can see your tasty creations!🍹

NSFW smack talk below.

Enjoy! 🖤

Check out my Pedro Boys Rambles here.

The 'Mommy Dearest'

Hendriks Gin, grapefruit juice, elderflower liqueur, rosemary sprigs, salty rim & fresh grapefruit slice to garnish. Serve over ice. Not too much salt; you don't want that salty 'tude from Mama Flores to sting... Take your vegan sliders with on your way out.

The 'LA Mush Mouth'

Vodka, peach schnapps, blue curaçao, lemon juice, Sprite/lemonade. Serve over crushed ice. Or in a drip bag hooked to your veins. Wake up from a coma looking incredibly well put together and handsome for someone who was hit by a Party City truck, covered in paaaapah, and proceed with speaking Spaaaanish.

The 'Fancam Fapper'

White Rum, grenadine, strawberry liqueur, lime juice, soda to top. Fresh strawberries and mint leaves to garnish. Stop being a bias and munching on it, and get yourself down to detention where Mr Ben is expecting you to complete your, ahem, extra credit...

The 'Southern Fried Fuck'

Tequila, grenadine, Maraschino liqueur, orange juice, splash of cranberry juice. Orange slices and cherries to garnish. Order fried chicken wings in abundance and dive into a kiddie pool of ranch dip on game day. Just don't expect to get laid after. Games on, innit.

The 'Italian Stallion'

Vodka, Cabernet Sauvignon wine, cranberry juice, simple syrup, lemon juice, frozen blackberries or blueberries to garnish. Ensure you leave a big, generous tip for the waiter whose breath you take away constantly, bella. Hold up, he's on the floor... shit, anyone know CPR?

The 'Shroom Shooter'

Roku Gin, Yuzu juice, Rioja red wine, demerara syrup, lemon juice, 1 egg white to top, frothed. Fresh thyme and cloves/bay leaf. There is a good chance this cocktail might taste like its literally sprouted out of the ground, and won't go down as smoothly as bisexual Toad on Rainbow Road. Might need a power up.

The 'Ginny & Juice'

Tanqueray Gin, Tonic water, orange juice, orange bitters, splash of pink grapefruit juice. Orange slice to garnish and serve over ice. Stare blankly at the quiz master when you don't know the answer. Sink a few of these instead and slump over your buzzer. Game over.

The 'Antonio & Cujo'

Clear Gin, lime juice, Maraschino liqueur, orange bitters, lime slice. Serve over ice. Serve with a slab of well, well, well done steak with ketchup on your date with Antonio Banderas, who's constantly in want of your fine ass. I mean, the man is just kidding himself otherwise... woof.

The 'Cookie Crusher'

Irish Cream liqueur, Goldschlager cinnamon schnapps, butterscotch schnapps, dash of pouring cream. Crushed oatmeal cookies for the rim and to dust on top. Serve over ice. Make sure you the bake the cookies yourself, otherwise Mama Flores won't be happy with you... but her sewing circle will be.

'The Tittywank'

Mezcal, Galliano liqueur, vodka, splash of lemon juice, spiced honey syrup, drizzle of golden honey. Lemon twist to garnish. Drink really quickly without staring like a drooling chimp at that waxed décolletage, and then order a Slippery Nipple. Hand it to Pedro with a straight face and absolutely no innuendo at all. Yo, his eyes are up here, bub.

'Pedro's Purple Rain'

Vodka, blue curaçao, splash of cherry sours, grenadine, cranberry juice, pineapple juice, splash of Sprite/lemonade. Serve over ice. Lemon slice to garnish. Break out some Prince and croon at the top of your voice for Pedro to dance in the Purple Rain with you. Crying optional, but almost guaranteed.

'Made In Chile'

Bergamot Castro liqueur, tequila, chilli syrup, blood orange juice, watermelon juice, splash of lime juice, castor sugar. Fresh or grilled chilli to garnish, serve over crushed ice. A hot spicy drink, for a hot spicy tamale! Raise a toast to Pedro and his fantastic SNL hosting skills this year. Here's to the giggles. And the mouthwash needed after you drink this shit. Salud!

🖤

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 2

AN: You know what I love in stories like this? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Ol' Sasu can't be a great guy right off the bat, or else things would be boring, right?

Right, guys?

…Guys?

Anyway, please keep that in mind for the first half of this story.

ALSO, I'll switch back and forth from Sasuke and Sakura's POV, so we can experience BOTH sides of the story.

Don't like that?

I wanna say tough titties because I should be confident and strong, but I want people to like me and this fic, so….uh….Please give it a chance? Ha!

Thanks for reading! :D

Sakura's spirits were lower than low as she allowed Ino to pull her toward the bar at some club one week after being fired from Oasis. She wasn't successful in procuring a job, even after her self-imposed deadline. So, after explaining the situation to her new friend, the woman was convinced to come out drinking before she left.

The bus ticket to Konoha was for next week, Monday, eight days away. All her belongings were packed and ready to go except her clothes.

"The drinks are on me tonight, Bestie! Let's get shit-faced!" Karin, who'd also tagged along, shared an excited grin with Ino as they flagged down the bartender and submitted a drink order.

She stood there, feeling uncomfortable and depressed in the otherwise lively environment. Music was playing so loudly that they had to almost yell to hear one another, and the bass vibrated her ribcage each time it hit.

It was like she saw herself in a third-person point of view as the trio of women took shots of tequila, following them up with the classic dash of salt and lime.

"Geez, you didn't even flinch, Saku. Lighten up a little. It'll be alright. We'll keep in touch, right Karin?"

It was apparent the two Otogakure women were trying to cheer her up by any means necessary, and if the situation wasn't as bleak as it was, Sakura might've teared up at that kindness.

"Sorry. I'm just going to miss you guys, is all."

"Well, if you mean that, let's make this the best night ever!"

Feeling guilty for not being completely honest about why she was so upset about returning home to Konoha, Sakura allowed them to pressure her into taking many more shots. Two hours later, just after midnight, all three women were thoroughly inebriated.

Karin was the first to abandon the group, having recognized a boy she'd gone to high school with who apparently had the glow-up of the century. She excused herself with a determination to seduce him. With a body and face akin to that of a lingerie model, Sakura didn't doubt the redhead would succeed, especially judging by the pink on the white-haired man's face when he noticed her approaching.

Ino and the pinkette danced and drank for half an hour before a familiar-looking man with black hair and pale skin approached, asking if the blonde would like to dance.

'Oh! I think that's the guy she was flirting with at Oasis! He was there on my first day and the Friday after that. Ino said he's hot. I should make sure she knows it's okay. I'd hate to ruin her chances,' Sakura covertly grinned with a slight nod when her drinking partner glanced uncertainly her way.

She mouthed, "Thank you," before allowing the man to take her hand and lead her back to the dance floor.

So, the Haruno woman was on her own, sipping some sort of mixed drink that burned the back of her throat, though she'd grown numb to the sensation since she was drunk. She turned to lean her back against the bar, searching the crowd for her two friends to see how they were fairing.

A knowing grin tugged at her lips when she saw Karin pulling her target through the crowd toward the exit with a triumphant expression. They were obviously going home together.

Ino was beaming as she danced excitedly with her crush, who looked at her like she was the most exciting thing on the planet. Either he was just as drunk as her or liked the blonde a lot. Maybe it was both reasons.

Sighing blissfully, Sakura turned back toward the counter and tossed back the rest of her drink. Her friends were right. The negative emotions weren't nearly as overwhelming in her inebriated state. She didn't feel as awkward as usual sitting alone at the bar in a packed dance club. Instead, she felt warm and happy.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?" Sakura's spine straightened when a low, attractive voice came behind her.

Turning in her seat, the breath in her throat became stuck when dark, expressive eyes locked onto hers. The rest of the man was just as stunning. His black hair had that naturally tousled look that came off as attractive rather than messy, his jawline was so sharp it could likely cut diamonds, and his lips looked soft as they turned up into a small, flirty grin. His high-end, dark clothing suited him to a tee, too.

On any other day, Sakura would've been terrified to be in the presence of a strange man, especially one this tall and fit, but she threw caution to the wind because she was determined to have a good night no matter what, "I was waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'Oh my God, Sakura Haruno. You totally just flirted, and it wasn't a complete failure! Maybe you've still got it after all these years!'

The man lifted a sleek eyebrow, placing a hand on the counter's edge and leaning in so she could hear him better, "Is that right? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

A small smile met the woman's lips as he offered a hand, and she paused only for a moment to think about it before accepting and allowing him to guide her out to the floor. Once in a spot that he found appropriate, the pair danced.

Drunk and carefree, a song or two later, Sakura turned around, a wave of satisfaction and arousal rolling up her insides when his hands found her hips and guided her back against him, where they moved sensually to the beat.

That tantalizing voice met her right ear as his lips appeared beside it, his breath tickling her skin, "I didn't expect you to be so good at this."

Bravely, she ran a hand up into his hair on the back of his head, turning her neck slightly so he could lean further where his ear was toward her, "Really? Did you only ask me to dance because you pitied me sitting up there all alone?"

An attractive chuckle vibrated through his chest against her back, "You're not here alone, Baby. I saw you with your friends earlier. I just waited for the right time to come over."

Sakura's breath hitched when his hands moved slowly up from her hips to her waist, long fingers squeezing slightly as though trying to memorize the curves. Her eyes closed, head falling back slightly to rest against his shoulder with a knowing smirk, "What a stalker! Should I run?"

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it once before wooing into her damp skin, "If so, I'll chase you."

Not knowing what to say to such blatant flirting, Sakura just laughed, arching her neck a little so he'd have better access to it. Taking the hint, he kissed her again, lips brushing her skin as he moved them up to her ear, where he whispered, "Tell me your name. Mine is-"

Sakura sat up with a gasp, looking around in a panic only to realize she was in bed at her apartment. A swift breath sucked in past her lips when a throbbing headache suddenly hit. She lifted a hand to her temple, groaning. 'What happened last night? I was dancing with some guy, and then everything just goes blank.'

Green eyes widened, and the woman dropped her hand, lifting the blanket to verify she wasn't naked and becoming dizzy upon realizing she was wearing a man's dark blue button-up shirt and her undergarments, nothing else. Instantly, tears were rolling heavily down her cheeks.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I slept with that guy, didn't I? How could I be so stupid?' Pausing in her anxiety attack, she looked at the empty spot on the other side of the bed, 'Wait a minute…Where is he? Did he really leave without taking his shirt back? And did we use protection? I don't have enough money for emergency contraceptives right now!'

Her hectic thoughts went blank when she noticed a small piece of paper on her nightstand. Picking it up with trembling fingers, her pulse heightened further. It said, "Call me when you wake up. -Sasuke," followed by a phone number.

Sakura immediately grabbed her phone and dialed "Sasuke's" number. When she realized she should probably take a moment to calm down and gather herself, it was too late because a familiar voice came from the device, "Hello?"

"U-Um, hi. Is this Sasuke?" The girl covered her face with one hand, cursing herself for sounding so obviously upset and lame.

"Oh, hey. You're the girl from last night, right? Did you really call me the moment you woke up? I'm flattered."

She moved the device away to look at the screen and realized it wasn't even nine in the morning yet, which was very early after the night of partying the pair had done. Mortified, she stammered, deciding to get the information she needed and get off the phone because it wasn't like she'd ever see him again anyway, "Yes, I…. I want to ask you something. Did we, um…. Were we careful last night, or…?" Her voice betrayed her, wavering and cracking as she fell into tears again.

'I can't believe I let something like this happen. I've only ever slept with one other person in my life. This was too reckless.'

There was a long pause, "Careful? What're you talking about?"

Sniffling, Sakura squeezed her eyes closed and forced out, "Did you use a condom or not? Please just answer the question so if you didn't, I can…. You know…." A chuckle met her ears, making her frown deepen, "I-Is something funny?"

Sasuke sobered up, sighing amusedly before finally easing her gutwrenching worry, "We didn't fuck, you idiot. Stop crying."

The woman stammered, baffled, "But you were in my apartment, right? Your shirt…."

"Listen, I would've gone through with it if you hadn't passed out. I'm still offended, you know."

For some reason, the pinkette giggled, trying to muffle it with her hand before wiping at her slowing tears, "I fell asleep? How embarrassing…."

"You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel?"

"Sorry! I-I don't remember anything at all, but, um, thank you for making sure I got home safe."

Sakura's eyes widened when she realized she was smiling. Sasuke's unserious, casual responses comforted her somehow. It'd been a long time, four years to be exact since it was this easy to talk to a male.

He chuckled again, "I tell you what. Get dinner with me tonight, and I'll consider forgiving you."

The woman's grin fell. 'Does he want to meet up because we didn't sleep together last night, and he wants to try his luck again?'

"It'd be cool if we hooked up after; I know that's probably what you're worried about, and I won't say no if you offer, but I actually just want my shirt back. It was a gift from my brother; otherwise, I'd let you keep it. I just figured we could grab a bite while we're out."

Reassured, Sakura hesitantly agreed, "Um, okay then. Where should I meet you?"

'What's the harm in getting dinner with him? I'll be on a bus to Konoha next week anyway, and I won't have anything to eat today if I don't accept.'

So, she cleaned the shirt carefully, following the instructions on its tag, showered, dressed, and killed time until the afternoon when it was time to meet Sasuke.

Sakura was a few minutes late when arriving at the address she'd been given but received a text while approaching the restaurant building, saying he was also running behind. So, rather than awkwardly sit at a table by herself inside, she leaned against the side of the building and scrolled through apps on her phone while waiting. She also texted her date to let him know so he'd approach her when he arrived.

'I can't remember what his face looks like, but I do know he was handsome. Will I even recognize him when he gets here? Knowing me, I'm going to make a fool out of myself. I haven't gone on a date in years, after all. What kind of twenty-one-year-old am I?'

She knew why she was the way she was but refused to dwell on the reason, for it'd ruin her mood and make her want to abandon their plans.

"Hey, I'm here. Let's go in. It's freezing."

Sakura stood straight, gaze lifting from her phone to the familiar voice at her side, only to lay eyes on the dark-haired asshole that'd gotten her fired from Oasis. Fear flooded her entire body, the small bag containing the man's shirt falling to the ground as she shakily took a few steps away.

Sasuke lifted a brow, "What's wrong with you?"

'...He doesn't recognize me. Do I tell him? If I do, he might hurt me. He was pissed the last time I saw him, after all. Should I try to run? What if he chases me? I should just make an excuse and get out of here before he figures it out.'

"I-I….Something came up, so I can't stay. Goodbye!"

She turned and began walking quickly down the alleyway from the intimidating man, only for him to jog up and grab her wrist, "What's your problem?"

Terror locked the woman's limbs, and she tugged weakly at her wrist, remembering how tightly he'd squeezed it at the bar that night. She couldn't even turn to face him. "P-Please let go. I really need to get out of here."

"You might be the worst liar I've ever met. At least look me in the eye. Don't be fuckin' rude."

When she didn't obey his command, he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn, lightly shoving her against the alleyway wall and leering down at her with that dreadful glare. The act triggered memories of her ex-boyfriend doing the same thing, which brought tears to Sakura's eyes as she looked helplessly up at Sasuke.

It was like a rabbit staring a wolf in the mouth.

He didn't appear to care that she was scared and growled, "Tell me what your problem is. It can't be that you aren't attracted to me, so what is it?"

If she wasn't trembling like a leaf and fearing for her life, Sakura would've scoffed at his egotistical statement. 'He won't let me go until I tell him the truth. I just hope he doesn't cause too much damage. I can't afford to go to the hospital.'

"You really don't remember me?"

His glare faltered only slightly, "What?"

Sakura tried to shove his hand off her shoulder, failing, "We met before last night, about a week ago at Oasis. I-I, um, I poured-" "The new girl! Fuck, I knew you looked familiar! There aren't a lot of people walking around with pink hair."

His nonchalant attitude briefly triggered the woman's anger from that day, and she muttered, "Well, I got fired because of you, so if you'll kindly let go. I don't want to see your face for another second."

Sasuke scoffed, his grip tightening rather than releasing as he leered at her with a similar aura as when she'd freshly poured wine on his head, "You think I'm going to let you go after what you did? I told you I'd make you regret it, didn't I?"

"What did you expect? I repeatedly told you to stop, but you kept on! You're so-!" Sakura's statement was cut off when the man's other hand suddenly lifted to wrap around her neck, making the blood drain from her face.

He hissed, "Woman or not, this won't do. Should I teach you a lesson? Not only did you disrespect me, but you did it in front of others."

"Hey, yo, is that you, Sasuke? What's up, man!"

The pair looked toward the alleyway entrance where the restaurant entrance was. It was Hidan, the silver-haired man at the bar that night, too. A gorgeous woman with blueish-purple hair and a tall man with orange hair were beside him.

Without wasting a moment, Sakura took advantage of the distraction and slipped out of Sasuke's grasp, taking off in a sprint and not looking back, even when the man yelled, "Hey, wait!"

She ran until her legs felt like jelly and her lungs were on fire. Thankfully, when she looked around, it was clear they hadn't followed her this far. 'What should I do? He knows where I live!' With no choice, the woman dialed up Ino, panickedly speaking, when the blonde answered, "Can I stay at your place for a few nights?"

"Holy shit! It's packed!" Hidan exclaimed as the group of men entered Rainism, the only respectable club on the east side of Otogakure.

Sasuke was in a foul mood, not bothering to respond as they headed to the bar.

A few guys there appeared to recognize them and vacated the area, leaving just the right amount of space for them to sit and order drinks. The Uchiha man was pissed because his crazy ex-girlfriend, one of many, had slit the tires on his car. Not only that, but the replacements had to be ordered, so he couldn't drive it for a few days.

"It's just a car, Bro. Get yourself some action tonight, and get over it," Akatsuki's resident loudmouth barked.

He bit back, "She's lucky she's with Kimimaru, or I'd kill that bitch."

'If I piss him off, he'll go to his boss and start shit between the families.'

"Yeah, that's fucked up. Tayuya has a new dude but still tries to mess around with you. What a slut," Sasori mused, fingering a strand of his boyfriend's long hair.

"That's rich, coming from you. Didn't you do something similar to Kankuro after you guys broke up? You're even the one who dumped him! Psychopath," Hidan laughed, pinkish-purple eyes surveying the establishment.

Deidara snickered, "That was my idea. Don't give him all the credit, hm."

"Ugh, whatever. Shut up so I can focus."

Sasuke sipped the bitter-tasting whisky in his glass, absently gazing around the large room since there was nothing else to do. He didn't even want to come here tonight, but the other three wouldn't leave him the hell alone until he agreed.

'I'm pretty sure, between Hidan and me, we've fucked every woman in this building. We might've even done a few together,' the man guessed, not feeling as amused as he normally would.

What could he say? Akatsuki members aren't shy about sex. Hell, he couldn't count on his fingers the number of times he'd walked into the kitchen or living room back home to see people shamelessly hooking up for any and all to watch.

"Yo, Sasuke. Look, three o'clock."

Snapped out of his daze, the man looked across the bar to his right to see a group of three women in the dimly lit club: one redhead and two blondes. If his mind served, they weren't in his little black book. His dark eyes trailed over each of them before smirking, "Dibs on the skinny one."

Hidan laughed, "Why her? I'll take the blonde with bigger tits."

As confidently as always, Sasuke lifted his glass and gestured toward the woman in question, "Look at her, Dumbass. It's the shy ones that're the craziest in bed." Though that's true, he added, thinking, 'Not to mention she's fucking sexy. Who gives a damn if she has small tits? Boobs are boobs.'

He was self-aware, so he knew how much of a douchebag he was most of the time. The thing is, he was also attractive and rich enough to get away with it, so why change? Either women like being talked down to and degraded, or they get angry by it, which makes the sex that much better. It's a win-win situation. To this day, he'd never once been rejected, even if they didn't like his personality.

So, Sasuke watched and waited. The redhead was the first to leave the group. When Hidan began making his way over to make a move on the one with bigger tits, another guy got there first, making Sasuke, Deidara, and Sasori laugh.

When the silver-haired man returned, he was pissed, "Laugh it up, shitheads. Let's see you do better."

Never one to turn down a challenge, he rose, "Watch and learn."

When he approached, he took in the curve of her turned back, feeling satisfied when he realized that she made up for what she lacked in bust in other places. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?"

The woman turned, only to pause with wide eyes when she saw him. At first, Sasuke smirked knowingly because it was obvious she found him attractive, but then he was the one taken aback. Upon taking a closer look, the girl was even more gorgeous. The deep, emotional twinkle in her green eyes, the way the lights ever-so-slightly reflected off the lipgloss on her plump lips, and even the soft flush of her skin was attractive.

"Waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'And her voice isn't all high-pitched and nasally like most women try to make it when speaking to guys. Thank fuckin' God.'

Sasuke came closer, barely able to contain his pride, when it was apparent he made her nervous, "Is that so? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

Now, Sasuke's notion that the woman was shy didn't change, but he was still completely taken aback by how naturally she moved with and against him. It made him think it was correct to assume she'd be an interesting lay, which upped his attraction. He said and did his usual thing, and she responded as expected.

After taking a cab to her place, the Uchiha man allowed her to pull him up the steps and into an unbelievably small apartment.

The moment the door was shut behind them, he grabbed her keys, phone, and purse, tossing them onto the counter before pulling her into a deep kiss, to which she responded smoothly. A soft sigh came from the woman when he slid his tongue past her lips.

'That's pretty. I wonder what other sounds she makes.'

The pair slowly made their way to the bed, where he reached around to unzip her dress while she unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers. To his surprise, once she was in her bra and underwear, she slid his shirt off and expertly slid it onto her arms, gasping out between kisses, "You smell amazing."

He hadn't expected her to be so bold, at least not yet.

Chuckling, he picked her up and moved them further onto the bed until her hair fell messily about the pillows. She unbuckled his belt, moving to unbutton and unzip his pants as he tasted the skin of her neck and shoulder, small sounds of appreciation meeting the air that seemed as sweet as honey to Sasuke's ears.

Her body was as nice as he expected, her skin soft to the touch, and whatever shampoo or perfume she used was floral and pleasant. There wasn't anything the man hadn't encountered before. There was still something a little different about her, though. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't intend to let her sleep tonight until he figured out what it was.

Her abdomen's firm, feminine muscles flexed under his fingers as she pressed up against him, her voice airy and sensual, "Your hands…."

He cooed into her skin, becoming more anxious to continue with each passing moment, "You like my hands, do you?"

She gasped when he pressed against her, between her legs, "They're scary."

Sasuke's eyes opened, and he slowed what he was doing, 'Scary? Why'd she say that right now? …Must be the alcohol.'

Suddenly, he realized she'd stopped responding to his stimulations and pulled back, only for his mouth to open slightly in disbelief, "Are you asleep?" One of her small hands was cupping his against her waist, the other falling from his shoulder to rest against the pillow.

'She is! What the fuck! Who just falls asleep in the middle of hooking up?'

He sat back on his knees, dark eyes taking in the incredibly sensual sight of her lying there in his open shirt, the dark color contrasting beautifully with her milky skin. Glancing down, his brow furrowed as he took in how her legs bent over his hips and how his dick begged to be released from his clothes.

For just a moment, he thought about it but shook his head, sighing defeatedly and climbing off the bed, 'That's a line even I won't cross.'

Turning the lamp atop the nightstand on, he studied the unconscious girl while fixing his pants and buckling his belt.

"...Pink…." She wasn't blonde. The lights in the club had masked the pastel hue of her long hair.

'Now that I'm really looking at her, she seems familiar. Have I met her somewhere before?' Sasuke pondered for a moment before giving up, sitting on the edge of the bed while writing a note on the small pad of paper beside the lamp, glancing at her defenseless face occasionally.

'She must play some kind of sport since she has a lot of scars. I didn't take her for the type.'

Finally, he gave up and summoned a cab. Shutting and locking the apartment door before stepping out, running a stressed hand through his messy hair. The driver gave him an odd look when he climbed, shirtless, into the backseat but didn't mention it.

'I'll use it as an excuse to see her again.'

#sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #sasuke x sakura #sakura x sasuke #sasusaku fic #sasusaku fanfiction #naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura uchiha #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke

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12 - Adulterer! Fornicater!

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“We’re back.” Xiao called as he opened the door to his and Hu Tao’s home. It was a classic towering Terraced house that hid more than what could be seen from the outside. It seemed only one room wide yet you knew it had to have at least five moderately sized rooms if not more. 

You had seen the inside of Tao’s room from the times that you had face timed and, although it looked a mess, you could gauge the size of it. It was almost the same size as yours in your big detached townhouse, only a little bit smaller.

Hu Tao appeared from the living room hidden behind the staircase. She smiled widely before tackling you into a hug that threatened to crush you. 

“My one and only’s here!” She cried as she tossed you side to side in her arms. You struggle a yelp as she finally free’s you, stealing your hand instead and yanking you into the living room. 

She continues to pull you through a door beside the one you just entered for the living room and inside you find yourself in their kitchen. Upon the kitchen counter stood three bottles of vodka, a bottle of schnapps and tequila. The latter two you remember from the last party you had. The exact same bottle of tequila Venti threw up on, now standing before you. You didn't really know how to feel about it. 

“Come on. We are starting with tequila shots.” You were gonna be sick. “Xiao, come join us!” Hu Tao shouted out the door and in the direction of Xiao who was silently trying to scale the stairs undetected. 

He gazed back at her wide eyed, like a scared cat. His eyes actually reminded you a bit about a cat. They were sharp and a strange honey-gold colour that seemed blinding. 

“Please! It’s not like you have anything better to do. We’re gonna play animal crossing together and watch a movie.” 

You could tell Xiao was on the edge of rejecting her offer, although he seemed rather apprehensive about even doing that. But before he got the chance, Tao continued to speak. 

“Otherwise you're just going to be sat in your room playing minecraft and overwatch. All on your own!” 

And that finally broke Xiao’s hesitation as he dragged himself back down the stairs. 

“Fine. But you better not throw up on me this time.” He warned as he pushed through into the kitchen. 

“No promises.” Was what Tao answered him with before handing you a shot of tequila with a lime slice placed on top. 

After passing the next to Xiao, she drew a line of salt along your hand. You knew you were gonna hate this. As well as it wasn’t the last one you would have that night. 

“Ok. One. Two. Three!” 

You licked the salt of your hand, downing the shot soon after. Ignoring the burn and the urge to gag, you slam the shot glass down and bite into the lime. 

“That was…” Xiao started and you knew how to end it. 

“Shit. Complete shit.” He only nodded as he leaned down on a bar stool. 

“Light weights.” Tao scolded as she lined up the next round. 

“Why couldn’t we have started with sours?” You asked as you propped yourself against the counter. It had already started to steer something within you. 

Hate erupted within yourself at the thought that you might already be tipsy. Albedo had ordered subs for ALS and you thought that was a great enough barrier for your stomach. Clearly not. 

Hu Tao was already handing the next round of tequila shots, causing you to begrudgingly accept the next round. 

“One. Two. Three!” 

After one round of shots, Hu Tao dragged you into the living room. Your world had already slightly started to spin so being flung around by Tao was not at the top of your list of things to do. And yet, she sat you down on the sofa while taking the only other recliner in the room. 

“Xiao! Get over here!” She yelled to Xiao who was still in the kitchen, tapping away at his phone. 

It felt slightly uncomfortable how Tao was trying to drag Xiao into a night that was supposed to be just the two of you. You could understand if she’d mentioned it in her message. But you did guess that since they lived together she couldn’t have exactly thrown him out of the house. 

“You gotta see Xiao’s island on animal crossing! It's insane!”

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hiyaaa,

Xiao's ep outtt. There's still a little more to come in the next chapter. Ngl its a little juicyyy

I seriously didn't know how to do this. Like I wrote quite a bit but realised that I struggle writing from a drunk perspective while not drunk. And drinking on my own is low key depressing. Also this is a SMAU not a regular au...soooo

I realised that when Xiao and Name are arguing in text it's a little hard to follow. While creating it, I tried to make it as easy as I could to understand, eg putting a ^Xiao under his comments. But during an argument that's a bit strange to add a separate text with ^Xiao after. So instead, I put a dash Infront of Xiao's texts.

Thanks for reading x

#aether x reader #albedo x reader #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact #heizou x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

[cheapcheapfaker]

-red wine in a nearly comically oversized glass, rounded, with a long stem. Buttery and dark and rich. Smells earthen, heady, dank, heats up your belly upon first sip. I still have not learned the name of my favorite type of red and some waiters get it right and some get it wrong, but it’s on me for never remembering.

-a vino verde very crisp and cold. The glass is sweating even without ice in it. Smells like summer, sharp, a little sour, but drinks smooth and dry w no burn.

-margarita on the rocks, not too sweet, not sour, made w a nice enough tequila that you can feel the burn but it doesn’t make your eyes water. The rim is salty and spicy. in an oversized rocks glass w a flat bottom, not one of those terrible flanged margarita ones. There’s a fat juicy lime wedge on the lip that i bite into and the bar is so nice i know they washed the limes. If it’s flavored, it’s coconut.

-a dark porter ale, mid-ABV. Made w lactose for that silky smooth mouth feel. Smells dark and rich and tastes like a stout w some sort of dessert undertone: chocolate, coffee, peanut butter, etc. Probably a left hand brewing nitro, because the cookies and cream cask-conditioned ale from the wharf rat is a beautiful, never again attainable memory. Just shy of room temp w a buttery white head in an ale glass w a slight lip.

-a blue moon with a big fat slice of orange, preferably while out eating outside on a warm but not humid summer’s night, or on our roof deck w a beautiful breeze

-a cuba libre. Mexican coke or a very carbonated syrupy fountain coke, spiced rum (sailor jaja preferred), fresh lime juice. Good crunchy ice.

-orange crush. Freshly squeezed orange from one of those hand presses. The bartender who squeezes my orange is an incredibly buff lady with gorgeous arms. There’s some pulp. good crunchy ice.

-a natty boh, heavily sweating, the rim tasting of old bay from picking crabs

-verde’s aperol shandy: orange duckpin, fresh orange juice, aperol, over a pizza that is delicious but too expensive for how little ricotta they give me, but i forgive them bc the shandy is so good

-a sip of my husbands old fashioned. He says it is either good, which means I’ll hate it, or that I’ll like it, and it’s passable. I never order them. I dont really like them. I just want to take a sip.

-an IPA, citra & mosaic hops, 8% abv, some sort of citrus fruit undertones that you only notice when you exhale

-the first pumpkin beer of fall. IPA or a non-sweet wheat. cinnamon, clove, not too heavily seasoned so it’s still crisp and refreshing, gorgeous autumn color with a nice throat burn

#god i want an alcohol

[dragonstepp]

Friends

There are so many people here I wish I knew personally. In spite of age differences, I believe I could spend a night partying, drinking, laughing, etc. with some of you.

I have spoken much about how my 82-year life has been, and the things I believe in. I am sitting here drinking some tequila with lime manufactured in Jalisco, Mexico, totally organic, wishing I could find Sam's gin, tequila, or whatever, but then probably could not afford to buy it.

I am also listening to the oldies from my salad days, remembering so many things. I was never a traditional human woman. I tried, lord I tried (which is probably why I am so screwed up sometimes). I married twice and was divorced twice before I was 24.

I have just finished reading book 9 from Diana, and was struck by something I read in it. I have often joked about being suicidal, but the truth is I would never do that. And I now realize probably why that is. Diana had Claire saying "I do not fear death; but I cannot possibly die as long as someone needs me". I know that is why I feel like I am immortal. I am needed by many for many different reasons, despite my solitude; but there are those who depend on me.

I have had many crushes in my life; always men who I was never going to meet because I held myself to a higher plane. I have spoken about my love for Sam; but I have also had other crushes. Let me mention one other; look him up on Wiki. Gene Pitney; he is a dark, brooding sort of man, a singer, and I have rediscovered him with this TV/radio station I have discovered. And I still am attracted to the blond hair/blue eyed men like Sam.

Anyway, I am glad to be here, even when I don't seem to really connect with anyone to a great deal. I stay here because I feel like many of you are my friends simply because we seem to have the same sort of beliefs and thinks, just because I appreciate things you write.

Carol in Austin