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xianyoon · 1 month

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@ the bar alhaitham x gn!reader. mdni with this post. no explicit sex but suggestive themes.

thinking of . . . modern!au alhaitham who brings you to the rooftop bar, straight in the heart of the city, after work.

imagine the indirect kisses shared over sneaky tastes of each other's drinks and lipstick stains on his glass of negroni – you can certainly feel him placing his broad hand on your thigh as he scopes out the other people in the room. it's a subtle acknowledgement that he's there not only as your companion, but as your guardian too.

think of the kisses that happen as you both lean over the railing, gazing down at the hustle and bustle of the city's nightlife happening on the ground. people start looking like ants ; nothing quite makes you feel as powerful as casting your gaze upon the city below.

you can see how alhaitham changes after a few drinks. he looks dazed – to most, he's the same alhaitham as ever – but he looks slightly off to you. drunk, tipsy, a reddened blush dusting his cheeks as he fans himself, lest he gets too hungry for a certain someone sitting across from him. calm him down, sweetheart ; you're the only ice pack that works. perch yourself sweetly on his lap and lean against his chest, and he'd hold you a little tighter in return.

alhaitham's tie soon comes off, pulled and stretched between his hands as he tenderly wraps it around his bandaged fists, putting it back in his work bag for laundry when he got home. his shirt's topmost button seems to find its way out of its hole – leaving a peek, a glimpse of his chest out for you. place a gentle hand on his chest, drag your finger down the middle lovingly, send a message to others that he's yours.

he stares down anyone else who tries to sneak a glimpse of you at your table. at first glance, alhaitham seems cold – calculative, unchanging – until he brings you into his embrace holding the back of your neck, pressing kisses all over and waiting for yours to make its mark on his cheek – marking him as yours. and you as his.

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT W THIS POST #― latest brew.#― ying's dreams.#based this off a brainrot i sent to aims a while back but with haithie this time HEHEE !#alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #mdni #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #cw alcohol mention

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fudgecake-charlie · 3 months

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i absolutely adore @falconearring's lizzie so I drew her!! I have now gone back to loving heavypaint <3

This painting also goes out to my new funniest-to-obtain mutual who I had three gin lemonades with tonight. Hope to see you soon!! I am no longer drunk but I was when I started this painting lmao

#life series AU #falconearringzombieau #ldshadowlady fanart #heavypaint / webbypaint #i literally love this design SO MUCH her vibes in the comic are SO SO GOOD i love her <3<3<3<3 #this was painted entirely in heavypaint but I did some edits/anatomy tweaks in CSP after #I honestly don't know how long this took... like 2 and a bit hours? super happy with it though #cw alcohol mention #for the description lol. dw i'm 19 and it's legal but like. what are you a cop /j #art out the oven

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 months

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“Raises hand up “I have a request 🙋‍♀️

What would the kings do if MC was a touchy drunk person.They whisper naughty things into the ear about stuff they want to do to them.😏

This could get a little hot and steamy eh? And MC is being so forward I do wonder how our kings would act... (this was sitting the drafts omfg I'm so sorry anon ;.;)

Satan: It was a normal evening for him as per usual. Relaxing for once at the local bar when there's no angel attack, but there is another 'attack'...from MC. They'd been drinking a little too much, celebrating with the other nobles for their victory and day off. And Satan's right in the crossfire, MC leaning and nuzzling against his neck, the slight slur to their words. Satan pulls MC to the backroom to sober up, or that's the excuse he gave Sitri. "Tell me what you want to do to me again?" he says boldly, face flushed, listening to MC say such dirty declarations in confidence they normally wouldn't dare say sober. They both spend the rest of the night there, just flirting with each other until MC passes out drunk in his arms. Mammon: Tonight was a grand feast for particularly no reason, but top-shelf alcohol was being served, and well, MC had a little too many because Mammon encouraged it (lol) Now while he can handle his liquor, he still gets flushed when MC is sitting on his lap and whispering in his ear while purposely taking his hand and placing it on their butt. Mammon doesn't pay any mind to anyone else in the room and wants to hear more declarations from MC until they get sober and then he whisks them away to his room to do all of those things they said they would.

Beelzebub: Well, canon wise we know what he'd do in this situation. However, for the sake of this scenario, Beel loves it that MC is flirty when drunk, which is why before they started drinking, he had them agree that whatever happens while they're tipsy they consented to it beforehand. While MC is whispering in his ear, he touches them back, the two of them groping each other which leads to making out. However, Beel stops it there. He wants to make sure MC is well aware when he starts thrusting...(thrusting??? yes during the make out sesh, Beel slid inside of MC and was having them cockwarm him the entire time)

Leviathan: Somehow, MC got into the liquor cabinet. And somehow...they managed to slip Foras and the others to Levi's room who immediately seemed annoyed that MC was in his room, tipsy, near drunk, and draped all over him. He hates the smell of alcohol on their breath, but he can't help but feel special that they came to him immediately. While he listens to the unhinged things MC says while trying to grab his sensitive areas, he stops them and ties them up for a while. He's worked up, so he has MC watch as he pleasures himself and tells them to keep saying those things about him.

Lucifer: Oh, a drunk/tipsy MC? How amusing. He sits in his seat as MC starts feeling up on him, telling him the things they'd do to him, and all he does is just sit there with a smirk on his face and his arms folded. He waits until they're done, and he replies..."My turn." He pulls MC close, purring and whispering in their ear, describing just what he wants to do to them right at that moment. It seems MC is lost for words, but he locks them within his arms, letting them feel the bulge in his pants as he keeps going.

#whb #jwhbasks❓#whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb satan #whb mammon #whb kings👑#mild spice #sheesh this is so late i'm sorry T^T #cw alcohol mention #cw alcohol

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impishtubist · 1 year

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double date

Behold, the dumbest thing I have ever written. I inflicted this on a handful of Discord pals a while back, but you know what? Everyone should be made to suffer from my terrible writing 😂

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“Padfoot, calm down.” Remus lays a hand on Sirius’s, stopping him from further shredding his empty straw wrapper.

“I am calm.”

“Mate, you’re literally vibrating.” James is sitting on Sirius’s other side, and he puts a hand on Sirius’s knee, stilling his bouncing leg. “It’s just Regulus.”

“Just Regulus?” Sirius hisses. “I haven’t seen him since I was seventeen, James! This isn’t just Regulus, this is huge!”

“I know,” Remus says soothingly. “But you being a nervous wreck isn’t going to make this any easier.”

Sirius sags a bit in his seat. “I want this to go well, Moony.”

“It will. This was his idea, after all. That’s promising, isn’t it?”

“S’pose so.” Sirius straightens in his seat, brightening a little. “Think it’s a good sign that he wants to introduce me to his boyfriend, too.”

“It was sweet of him to suggest a double date,” Remus says, casting James a significant look. James shrugs, unapologetic.

“Like I’m going to pass up a chance to see Baby Black and his boyfriend,” he says cheerfully. “What do you think? Think Reggie’s dating a Muggle?”

Sirius’s entire face lights up, and he cackles. “A Muggle! Oh, Prongs, that’d be brilliant. Might put Mother in an early grave, too.”

The door opens then, and Regulus steps into the pub. Sirius goes completely still, eyes wide, so Remus raises a helpful hand to flag him down. Regulus catches sight of them, and hesitates for a moment before making his way over to their table. He’s followed by a tall man with long black hair and--

Snape.

It’s Snape.

Regulus is dating Severus fucking Snape.

The waiter appears at their table at the same time Regulus and Snape do. Remus raises his hand.

“Five Firewhiskeys, please,” he says while James and Sirius openly gape at the newcomers. The waiter smiles politely.

“A round for the table, then?”

“Oh, no, those are all for me.”

The waiter departs, and Regulus pulls out the chair across from Sirius. Snape’s eyes flick between James and Remus, and he eventually chooses the seat across from Remus. Remus gives him his biggest, most wolfish grin, and Snape quickly looks away.

“Brother,” Regulus says.

“Reggie,” Sirius squeaks. “What the fuck--”

Remus digs his fingers into Sirius’s thigh. “What Sirius means is, it’s great to see you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius says, his voice only slightly strangled. “Yeah, Reggie, it’s great to see you. Thanks…thanks for suggesting this. And for bringing your, um.”

“Fiance,” Regulus says.

“Fiance?” Sirius and James burst out, looking horrified.

“That’s great, Regulus,” Remus says through gritted teeth, kicking Sirius under the table. “Isn’t it?”

James recovers first. “Yeah, it’s--that’s great. Love is…great.”

Sirius draws a deep breath, visibly pulling himself together. “I’m really happy for you, Regulus. Shall we, um, decide what to order?”

The waiter returns with Remus’s Firewhiskeys, takes their food orders, and goes off again. Sirius clears his throat.

“So, um, Severus,” he says, and the name sounds like it only pains him a little to say, “what is it you do?”

“I’m the Potions Master at Hogwarts,” Snape says. Remus cringes inwardly--those poor students--and knocks back his first shot.

“What about you, Regulus?” he asks.

“I’m--”

“Regulus doesn’t work,” Snape cut in.

“Doesn’t work?” Sirius repeats.

“He doesn’t need to.”

“That’s right,” Regulus says. “I’m…taking care of the household.”

“But you wanted to be a potioneer,” James says, and he sounds pained.

Regulus stares at him. “You remember that?”

“‘Course I remember it,” James says quietly. “Thought you’d be brilliant at it. You wanted to open a shop in Diagon Alley and everything. What happened?”

“Oh, er, nothing. It’s just…not really for me.”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

The tension at the table increases tenfold. Remus takes a second shot.

“If that makes you happy, Reggie, I support it,” Sirius says abruptly. “It…sounds great. Staying home and…looking after Severus’s…things.”

“I’m a trophy husband, too,” Remus says with a wink. “I have no complaints.”

Regulus gives him a tight smile. “Yes, I’m sure I’ll…get used to it.”

“He’ll take care of the children, too,” Snape says, and Remus chokes on his third shot.

“When the time comes,�� Regulus says hastily, patting Snape’s arm.

“I think you’ll be singing a different tune on our wedding night,” Snape purrs, and Remus grabs Sirius’s wrist before he can draw his wand.

“Yes, when is the wedding?” he asks.

“This summer,” Snape says. “That leaves us with plenty of time to ensure that he’s with child by the time term begins.”

“What, you’re going to knock him up and then leave him?” James asks.

“Yes, we agreed that was best,” Regulus says.

“If it makes you happy,” Sirius says again, though this time it’s through gritted teeth.

“Indeed. There’s no need for me to be around for…the unpleasantness of pregnancy,” Snape says, waving a hand.

“Raising children is very, um, rewarding,” Remus says quickly, while Sirius makes a noise like a wounded animal. The room’s getting a bit blurry, and he feels very light.

“Rewarding, yeah,” Sirius says in a high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. “R-right, Jamie?”

“Yep, yeah, greatest thing I’ve ever done. I love staying home with Haz,” James says. “‘Specially now that I only have him half the time.”

Regulus’s eyes snap to James. “You broke up with Evans?”

James blinks. “Er, yeah. Divorced about a year ago. We’ve been doing the whole co-parenting thing and it’s going really well, though.”

Light pink dusts Regulus’s cheeks, and--oh.

Oh, that would make sense. That would make so much sense. How had he missed it?

Remus grabs his fourth shot and polishes it off. He then raises the fifth shot and says, “A toast!”

“A toast?” Regulus, James, and Sirius echo.

“To the happy couple.” Remus pushes Sirius’s glass at him, water sloshing over the sides. “C’mon, Pads. Toast your brother and his--and his happiness.”

Sirius lifts his glass, looking like he’s swallowed something sour. “Er--right. To Regulus and Sn-Severus. May you, um…”

“Have a very happy life together,” James jumps in when Sirius falters.

“Right, that. And…love one another forever?”

“And be fruitful and multiply,” Remus says cheerfully.

Now it’s Regulus’s turn to look like he’s tasted something bitter, but Snape practically leers.

“Oh, we will,” he says, leaning in to kiss Regulus.

Bang!

Snape is thrown out of his chair and crashes into the wall behind him, cracking his head on the bricks before landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“James!” Sirius exclaims in outrage.

“It wasn’t me!” James protests.

“It was me,” Regulus says with a sniff. “Honestly. The nerve of him. I told him I wanted to wait until the wedding night.”

Remus hands his last Firewhiskey shot to Regulus, who downs it without blinking.

“You’re not in love with Snape,” he says, and Regulus pulls a face.

“Of course I’m not.”

“Then why did you tell me you were bringing your boyfriend to meet us!” Sirius demands.

“Because it’s what people do, Sirius,” Regulus says.

“What people?”

“People who are meeting their estranged brother and his husband for the first time in years!” Regulus sighs. “I can’t go on a double date with my brother if I don’t have a date.”

“Wait, did you--did you pretend to date Snape and then get engaged to him just so you would have a reason to reach out to me?”

“Well, he didn’t think it was pretend.” Regulus sniffs again. “I’m very convincing, you know.”

“You didn’t--”

Regulus’s lip curls. “Of course not. I told him I was a virgin and waiting for our wedding night. I should probably be insulted by how easily he bought that. Potter, what are you doing over there?”

James blinks at him. “What?”

“This is a double date, isn’t it?” Regulus gestures at the now-empty chair next to him. “I need a date.”

“Oh!” James scrambles over to the other side of the table. “Right, of course. Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You look amazing, you know.”

Regulus blushes. “Yes, you’ve been staring at me since I sat down. Awfully rude of you, with my fiance right there.”

James looks pained. “He’s not your fiance anymore, is he?”

“Merlin, no.”

“What,” Sirius whispers to Remus, “is happening right now?”

Remus pats his shoulder. “I think the wedding is still on.”

“Different groom, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.”

#wolfstar #regulus x ???????#imp is writing #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #cw pregnancy mention #it's not a fic of mine without a hint of breeding kink okay #cw alcohol mention #cw snape

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a-little-unsteddie · 18 days

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rated m for mature themes. allusions to sex, but no sex, and references to drugs/alcohol

so i had a thought of like. sex worker!steve and famous!corroded coffin? please forgive the inaccuracy of party bus happenings, i have never not even once been in one. anyway. corroded coffin just got platinum or something for their album, maybe it was their first official album or maybe it was their second or third album who knows but! it is their first ever platinum and to celebrate chrissy (their manager) rents a party bus as a surprise with both male and female sex workers, and steve is one of them, lots of alcohol, no drugs harder than weed, wayne had kept eddie on the straight and narrow thus far.

it was just the band + chrissy, + their driver/security combo hopper, and then the three or four dancers. steve and eddie instantly click, steve having a good idea of who eddie was as part of the preparation before this specific party bus.

it wasn’t unusual for celebrities to rent the buses, so steve thought he was prepared for whatever the night had for him. except eddie immediately trips upon seeing steve because of how distracted he is by the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his lifeand steve is immediately endeared, helping him stand back up with an amused smile.

“careful, baby, don’t wanna damage that pretty face of yours,” he says, watching in glee as eddie flushes at the words, and struggles to put together anything coherent for a moment before regaining his composure.

“sorry, sweet thing, i was blinded by your beauty,” he freely admitted, a flirtatious smile adorning his face. steve laughs sweetly, and eddie knows that he wants to be the cause of that laugh as much as possible.

the rest of the band (+ chrissy and hopper and the other dancers) watches on in exasperation as they proceed to spend the rest of the night flirting and dancing around each other, steve not willing to go further then some light petting before the end of his shift, eddie desperate to get his hands on steve properly, but loves the sweet dance that they’re doing too much to push for more, definitely understanding steve’s hesitation.

come morning they’re ready to pounce on each other and the moment that steve is technically off the clock he demands eddie to tske him to his hotel room so they can have some real fun.

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iraprince · 11 months

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bonus completely plastered desrosier. pov they are about to be so blisteringly rude to you, completely unprovoked

#my ocs #my art #desrosier #sketchbook #cw alcohol mention

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shares-a-vest · 1 month

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@flufftober Spring Edition Day 9: Daisies

wc: 612 | Rated: T for Alcohol Consumption (Not Excessive - Wayne is sipping on a beer) | cw: Alcohol Consumption, Food Consumption

Tags: Claudia Henderson, Wayne Munson, Grandparents, Backyard, Found Family, Family Lunch, Steddie Being Silly in the Background

'Daisy Chains'

“Pa!” Joanie shrieks, waving wild and big.

Wayne chuckles at the sight of his granddaughter, sitting barely a few paces beyond the back porch, gesturing as if they are miles apart. He remains on the deck, watching over the backyard as he quietly sips from a chilled afternoon beer. Beside Joanie is Claudia Henderson, concentrating on the daisy chain in her hands that cascades off her lap in a long line off to the side.

They have been working on it for a good while now, ever since Wayne roused them outside so he could do the dishes. But Joanie appears as if she is growing distracted. A four-year-old’s attention span only goes so far, he thinks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, setting his beer down on the glass patio table, hurried along when Joanie sits back on her haunches and frowns.

“Come here!” she whines, allowing herself to fall against Claudia’s shoulder with an oomph and a startled “ah!” despite him very clearly making his way over.

“I’m here,” he says, lowering to the ground not a few moments later.

He only just manages to stretch out his left leg (and his bad knee) when Joanie plops onto his lap.

She haphazardly brushes her hair off her face, revealing sun-kissed flushed cheeks as grins up at him, all toothy and excitable.

“Ganma is making me a daisy chain,” she nods.

Wayne had watched the pair from the kitchen window as they gathered the flowers, all scattered around the backyard where they grow wild.

“That so?” he asks, humouring Joanie as he looks past her to Claudia’s handiwork.

She picks up another daisy and makes an incision with her bare thumbnail, splitting apart the stem enough to loop the next flower through.

“Thought you were helping me, Missy?” Claudia jokes, threading and splitting another flower like she has worked up a practised rhythm.

“You do this,” Joanie begins to instruct, breezing past her Ganma’s quip entirely as she picks up another flower.

She is rough, pinching her index finger and thumb together to rip a hole in the flower’s stem rather than Claudia’s delicate tearing motion. It reminds Wayne of Eddie at that age, sitting on the patchy grass of the Forest Hills trailer park all those years ago – looking a lot more lonely but nonetheless doing the exact same thing.

His heart pains at the memory of that kid, uncomfortable in himself, quiet and secluded.

Eddie, now older and happier, is sitting under a tree on the far side of the yard with Steve sitting impossibly close by. He looks a sight under the tree, shaded and wearing all black despite the springtime sunshine.

Meanwhile, Steve looks to be devouring another admittedly, delicious sandwich courtesy of Claudia’s elaborate Family Lunch. A smorgasbord of choices. Deli meats and breads, salads and dressings. All of which she insists on preparing and bringing over herself.

Something falls out the bottom of the thing and the sandwich collapses completely. Eddie throws his head back and cackles before offering to help with the cleanup. A task that somehow involves licking his partner’s face. Steve splutters, leaning away as he attempts to pick at the mess that has spilled down his yellow polo shirt.

“Stevie…” Eddie whines through giggles when the other boy leans away with a frown.

Wayne rolls his eyes, knowing full well that at any moment, those two are going to say or do something a little too inappropriate for a family afternoon out in the sun.

But he will leave them be he thinks as he turns his attention back to his beaming granddaughter who is holding out a daisy ready for him.

More of my Flufftober Spring Edition posts here

#fluffspring2024 #day 9 #stranger things #claudia henderson #wayne munson #steddie dads #steddie as girl-dads #cw alcohol mention #cw food

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