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raepliica · 5 months
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one of these nights
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bookished · 7 months
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( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
"The rain fell in heavy sheets, and I knew it was the day that would change everything."
"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we'd made different choices?"
"You promised you'd never leave, and now you're telling me you have to go?"
"What's the one thing you've always wanted to do but haven't had the courage to try?"
"Why are you always pushing me away when all I want to do is help?"
"I never thought I'd see you here."
"We used to be so close. What happened to us?"
"Sometimes, I feel like I'm living someone else's life."
"Is it too late to start over?"
"I thought I'd lost you forever."
"The clock struck midnight, and with it, my life took an unexpected turn."
"The dusty, forgotten diary I found in the attic held secrets I never could have imagined."
"I can't believe you said that to them. Do you realize the impact of your words?"
"What do you want from me, after all this time?"
"You were always the one who got away."
"Why did you come back?"
"I've been keeping something from you, and I don't know how to tell you."
"Remember when we used to dream about the future together? What happened to those dreams?"
"You're not the person I thought you were."
"I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I'm not so sure."
"It's never too late to change, you know."
"Let's make a pact: no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."
"I've been searching for you my whole life, and now that I've found you, I don't know what to say."
"Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?"
"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come back."
"You've changed so much since the last time I saw you."
"We used to be best friends. What happened between us?"
"I have a secret, and I need your help to keep it."
"Do you believe in second chances?"
"If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?"
"I never thought I'd miss something so ordinary until it was gone."
"You were always the one who understood me, even when I couldn't understand myself."
"I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."
"Life has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"
"I thought I knew who I was until I met you."
"What's the worst mistake you've ever made, and did you ever make amends for it?"
"We're in this together, no matter what."
"You're the only one who knows the real me."
"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."
"Why do you always push people away when they try to get close to you?"
"Sometimes, the hardest part is forgiving yourself."
"No matter where life takes us, I hope we'll always have this moment."
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jasminesfury · 1 year
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drunk prompts
feel free to use!! tag me <3
cw: alcohol, cursing
“is it the alcohol or are your eyes always this pretty”
“wait did i uh..call you last night” “…” “hello?” “wait you seriously don’t remember?”
“if you hold this against me for this i will fucking kill you but uh did we make out last night or was that a dream” “excuse me” “just answer the question” “..i think i would’ve remembered that so definitely dream” “ah. yes. thank you. appreciate it” *walking away* (screaming so that they can hear them) “ALSO I’M TOTALLY HOLDING THAT AGAINST YOU ARE YOU KIDDING”
“never pegged you for a horny drunk”
“wait we didn’t…right?” “wait you don’t remember? did i not give it to you good enough?” “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS OH MY GOD WHAT I CANT BELIEVE I-“ “calm down nothing happened contrary to what you believe i do have self control and you were clearly not in any condition to consent to literally anything”
character A blatantly flirting with character B and B is wondering if this is just because of the alcohol *and kinda wishing it isn’t*
“why am i in your flat” *other character raises an eyebrow* “name i will fight you” “oh calm down you called me in the middle of the night complaining about how bananas aren’t pink and started crying and then you threw up and the-“ “I GET IT” “also did you really think you could fight me that’s so cute”
^ “yeah so then i brought you here” “oh..well um..thank you. i appreciate that”
character A kissing a drunk character B (who is coming onto them strong) and then realising they’re drunk and being like “no i can’t believe i’m saying this but no, not like this”
both just being slightly tipsy but not drunk and just laughing together
“you’re..you’re actually kinda cool” *laughs and holds hand to heart* “i’m honoured”
B listening to A cry about their ex when they’re drunk and comforting them and saying “you deserve so much better”
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scealaiscoite · 1 year
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drunk prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
— “oh god, how much did you have to drink?!”
— “y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”
— “don’t worry, honey, i’ll stay with you.”
— “there’s water and painkillers on the cabinet. you know, for the hangover.”
— “i’m not sure if you’re up for it, but i made breakfast.”
— “i don’t know if it’s just the vodka, but you look so cute in this lighting.”
— “you’re the best. d’you know that?”
— “are you sure you should be putting something that shade of neon pink into your body?”
— “okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”
— “no way am i letting you drink at seven in the morning!”
— “uh- thank you for getting me home safe last night.”
— “did i… did i kiss you last night? i can’t remember.”
— “stay with me, please.”
— “come on, let’s get you home.”
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dumplingsjinson · 8 months
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Hey could you do prompts for pining where the one character is drunk and touchy while the other is barely keeping composure when taking care of them bonus points if A begs B to stay the night lol🤍
List of “I’m not fucking drink” x “No, you definitely are drink, you bumbling idiot” prompts 
“Stop mumbling in my ear, you— no, for the last time, I’m not going to kiss you!” 
“Stop looking at me like that,” Character A mumbles as Character B cups their jaw in their hand. “Like what?” Character B asks, eyes drooping. Their grip on Character A’s jaw tightens, tilting their chin towards them when Character A tries looking away. “Like what?” Character B demands.  
“Are you drunk?” “Mmm. Drunk on my feelings for you.” “…Yep, you’re drunk.”
Character B leaning against Character A “for support” while Character A tries to drag them home. 
“No, no— hands off my belt, [Character B’s name]! I’m trying to change you out of your disgusting, vomit-ridden clothes, for God’s sake!” 
“Are you finally going to touch me like I deserve?” “What? No! Absolutely not!” 
Character B wrapping their arms around Character A’s torso and making it impossible for them go to the kitchen to fetch them a glass of water.
“So like… Can we get you to bed now or are you just going to use my thighs as your pillow?”
“You need to let go of my hand so I can tuck you in.” 
“Can’t you stay?” “No. No, I can’t. Not when you’re like this.” 
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emlovessid · 6 months
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@jegulus-microfic october 13, party, 300 words
He wasn’t expecting to hear from Regulus tonight, but is pleasantly surprised to see his name light up his phone screen.
“Hey, baby.”
There’s muffled music in the background as Regulus says, “Oh, James!”
James can’t help but laugh at the way he says it, like he’s surprised to find James on the end of the line, despite being the one that called him.
“How’s the party? You’re having fun?”
“Mhm.”
“Why are you calling me then?”
“I miss you. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
James had been delighted when he’d first gone out drinking with Regulus. While James is a loud drunk, Regulus is a sweet, sappy, would cry at the smallest inconvenience drunk. It does something to his heart, knowing that Regulus is at a party with all of his old school friends, and instead of catching up with them, he’d rather be on the phone with him. 
“I miss you more.”
“Not possible. I miss you so much that I can’t even think properly.”
“That’s probably the alc–”
He hears Barty’s voice down the line, “Reg, what are you do– are you talking to lover boy? Give it here.”
Regulus tries to protest, and then, “Good evening, James. Sorry to break this up, but I’m bringing him back downstairs now.”
“Let me say bye first, yeah? And make sure you get him home to me in one piece.”
“You can count on it,” Barty says to James, and then Regulus is back, “James?”
“Hi, baby. Go back to the party and I’ll see you later, okay?”
“You’ll wait up for me?”
“Of course.”
“Wait – don’t go yet!” A pause, then a sigh. “I love you.”
James hears Barty make a fake gagging sound in the background, laughing fondly as he says back, “I love you too.”
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ratbastardbilly · 1 year
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Harringroveweek Prompt: Drunken Confessions
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akmwrites · 1 year
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Taking care of a drunk or tipsy s/o, getting them home and putting them to sleep...
(No puking please 🙈)
Thank you!!
Oohhhh yes! Absolutely! Of course! Puking sucks 😆 thank you for this awesome ask lovely anon!
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Carrying their s/o to the car over their shoulder and ignore their protests and cried for help.
"no! That's enough, you've had too much to drink!"
"Kisses are revoked until you brush your teeth, you smell like a hot mess, not the best kind"
Listening to their whining inside the car and aggreeing to every drunk rant they have.
Respectfully changing their partner into much more comfortable clothes.
Sponge bathing/cloth bathing their s/o.
"nuuuuuuuhhhhhh stayyyyyyyyyy! It's so cold alone" "Honey you're drunk, I know you'll freak out in the morning"
Having full blown conversations and debate with their wasted s/o.
Stopping by the drug store to get meds for the morning after.
Working late beside their s/o just to make sure they'll be there and present when their s/o needs something or does something.
Helping them towards the bathroom pretty much unfazed.
"I need to peeeeeeee" "ok Hun, up we go then"
De-escalating fights their fiesty drunk partner is starting.
Hauling their ass when things are about to get down in the bar they are at.
"I'm never *hic* drinking again" "mhmmm and I'll finally be a unicorn"
Hangover cuddles.
Making breakfast in bed the day after.
Staying by their partner's side with a bottle of water and replacing the shot that's handed to their partner.
"this tequila tastes funny" *their partner refilling their glass with water* "tastes the same" "meh, GIVE ME MORE!"
Having meds always restocked and snacks restocked when drunk nights roll around.
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averykoolusername · 3 months
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You let out a groggy groan as you shifted in your sleep before turning to the side, and stretching your arm out expecting to feel the warmth of the white haired woman you shared a night of passion with, only to find it being empty and cold.
You lazily raised your head and peeked one eye open before flopping your head back down on to the pillow with a heavy sigh, assuming Felicia had left you without saying goodbye.
"Shit!" A familiar voice cried out outside the bedroom and seemingly from the direction of your kitchen. You hurried out of the bedroom and into the kitchen after rapidly rising from the bed and putting on your clothing that were scattered all over the floor.
You found Felicia, wearing your baggy shirt and looking a bit smaller than usual. You looked down and saw just how ravishing she looked as it exposed the sight of her milky thighs.
Felicia kept fanning the burning food in the frying pan in a panic as the fire raged on. You chuckled at the sight of the scene before approaching her, and gently putting a hand on to the small of her back, pushing her aside as you took over the situation.
You covered the flaming pan with a lid and set it aside before turning off the burner. Felicia cleared her throat in an effort to hide her embarrassment.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," She mumbled.
You looked at her, giving Felicia an amused smile before letting out a small chuckle.
"How do you burn a fried egg?" You snickered, teasing Felicia, who only gave you an adorable look of furrowed brows combined with a small pout.
You couldn't help yourself from letting out an entertained laugh at her face before holding them by the waist and guiding her up on the counterto make her sit.
"Sorry, I almost burned your place down," Felicia apologised with a chuckle, properly sitting herself on the counter before resting her hands on your shoulder while you positioned yourself between her legs. "I just wanted to make you bacon and eggs."
You only observed Felicia's face for a solid minute with an enthralled smile before speaking up.
"It's fine," You reassured, running your hands up to the latter's exposed thighs before leaning in close to her ear to whisper. "I already know what I want for breakfast anyway." You teased, gently biting her earlobe.
Felicia felt a chill run up her spine, and gently pushed you away from her ear before dropping her head down to your shoulder in embarrassment to cover her already flushed face from your display.
You simply chuckled and placed your hands on her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder as well.
They both enjoyed their silence. The morning sunlight passed through the window pane and reflected the light all over the place, bouncing off of every object in place, walls, and floor as it gives the place a natural soft light.
"I love you," Felicia confessed in a whisper, breaking your silence with the three letter words that you had been waiting to hear.
It echoed in your ear as it froze you in place for a solid minute before you raised your head.
"No," You muttered, confusing Felicia which caused her to raise her head as well.
You leaned back and gently held on to each side of her face as you looked at her in the eyes with all seriousness and love present in your eyes.
"You look at me when you say that."
Felicia's confused expression softened as they let out small airy chuckle before softly clutching on to your wrists before looking into at your eyes with same seriousness and devotion in your eyes.
"I love you," She repeated, giving you the soft, innocent smile that melts your heart without fail.
You returned her tender smile, brushed your thumbs gently on her cheeks before leaning in to softly kiss Felicia on the lips.
"I love you too," You confessed, giving her soft butterfly kisses all over her face, earning Felicia's endearing giggle.
You ran your hands back down on Felicia's thighs and bit your lower lip with a tiny smirk curling it.
"Let's go shower," You said. "I don't think I can control myself, seeing you look so adorable in my shirt."
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novelbear · 1 year
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hello !! first of all, I absolutely ADORE your prompts. i also have a suggestion if you haven't already done it. what about character a's first time getting drunk and character b has to take care of them?
"drunk in love" - some caring prompts
scenarios
 B being unable to control some of their laughter as A acts in such a manner, saying the most random things left and right. 
 Trying to hug A tight and calm them down after they start to breakdown, not being used to feeling so...weird
 Having all the home remedies, medicine, and water ready for when A wakes up in the morning with their first hangover following this. 
 B embarrassingly trying to coax A off of a table (or other random object) after they figured that would be their next best stage for their dancing 
 Carrying them everywhere because they just can’t walk on their own
dialogue
 "I’m never ever again...” [laughs] “That’s what a lot of people say...”
 “Yes, I know you love me, you told me about fifteen times in the last five minutes, hon’.” 
 “Look at me- no I’m over here, babe.”
 “Did you drink the water I gave you...?” 
 “I guess we’re both staying home tomorrow, huh?”
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randomoutsiders · 9 months
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Reader helping a very very drunk Steve (after he gets shitfaced at a party with Eddie) while she’s driving him back to their place and helping him in bed he’s trying to have sex but reader keeps telling him they can do that when he’s sober and he gets dramatic and pouty asking if she still loves him bc she usually never turns down an opportunity to have sex with him (but its bc he’s drunk)
tw mentions of puking
he nearly takes you, face-first, into the mattress with him when you ease him onto it with a groan, but you wrestle free of the elbow that crooks around your neck. "alright, baby, stay still, i'm gonna go get a washcloth for that dirty face of yours. be right back."
unfortunately, you don't get too far, a hand looping around your wrist and tugging you back into the male's embrace. "heyyyy.. don't leave me!" he gasps, lips pressing into a pout. "why do you always leave me?"
you scoff, running your hand through his hair to find the face that it obscures. it's damp in your grasp, clumping together with the humidity that always accompanies hawkin's summers. "i'm not leaving. you can still see me, can't you?" you point at the bathroom door. "i'll just be there, lemme go get you a cloth."
he whines, hand slipping under the hem of your blouse and pawing at the bare breasts that rest underneath. "can't you just stayyy?" he drawls, whining once more when you pull away his hand. "promise i'll show you a good time."
"no, stevie, you're drunk." you snort, planting the appendage atop his belly. "you're lucky i'm even letting you into my bed at this point, you reek."
he blinks at you, stunned. "am i not enough anymore?" he gasps, perking up. "is that it? do you even love me anymore?" a hand claps over his quivering lips.
you laugh, cradling his jaw in your palm and drawing him forward to plant a kiss atop his dewy forehead. "easy, tiger. of course, i still love you. remember who's bed you're about to pass out on. we can do something in the morning if you're still up for it, hm?" you propose, aware that his head will be so far into the toilet's basin, the thought of sex won't even cross his mind.
he nods, yawning. "sure thing, sugar." he pats once at your thigh. "sounds great, long as you still love me, right?"
you nod, smiling. "i still love you, steve. so much."
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sloedancing · 10 months
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lacuna: part one
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Pac wakes to the sound of someone stumbling into the room. Fit, just the other side of the bed, is awake but not moving; he follows his lead.
"Fuck!" it's Mike, it's only Mike, but he sounds terrible. "Fucking shit!"
There's the sound of Mike kicking the box he just walked into, and that's when Pac acts. He leaves Fit's arms, rolling over and flicking on the light.
"Mike?" he asks, rubbing sleep from an eye. "What's wrong?"
He's drunk. Pac can easily see that Mike is drunk, from the way he sways slightly and the slur in his voice. Richarlyson pops up beside him - Pac gestures for his son to go put himself to bed.
Richarlyson doesn't move immediately, but Mike does.
"Pac?" Mike asks. "Are you-?"
Despite the alcohol, there's a break in Mike's voice; Pac stands, and walks over, and pulls him into a hug.
"You're fucking drunk, bro," Pac says. "What's wrong?"
"He killed me," Mike replies, drunken rage quickly shifting to alcohol-fueled sobs. "He killed me!"
Pac clutches Mike a bit tighter, tugs him over to the bed. Fit has sat up, now, making room for them both.
"Who killed you?" Pac asks, even as he sits and forces Mike to curl at is side. "Mike, who hurt you?"
"Naked Slenderman," Mike hiccups, pulling more wine from his inventory; Pac is tempted to steal it, but knows already how that ends. "We were trying to banish him, but he locked us all in the Freddy Restaurant. Took people out one by one until it was just me, then he put this skull down and then this red axe-"
The shaking and tears take over. Pac himself is shaking too, clutching Mike a bit closer. Fit looks over from his comms, probably reading a surely mangled translation, and raises an eyebrow.
Pac shakes his head - not now.
Fit nods and quietly adds, "you're safe here, Mike; I'll just put Richas to bed."
The boy is not thrilled to be sent away with one dad still sobbing, but Fit herds him out anyway. There's a sign left behind, one reading 'Chayanne got back in and got him up. Ramon and I looked after him.'
Pac makes a note to thank the children in the morning; for now it's better they sleep.
He can't fix this - he can't. He doesn't understand the naked slenderman, for all it stalks and terrified him too. In the lamplight, in the night...
Pac hopes Fit is back soon, because he is definitely also scared.
"I think it's the guard I killed," Mike whispers. "I tried to give him back his badge, and he just sealed me in the sewer."
"The sewer?" Pac asks, before he remembers the teenage mutant ninja turtles area of the lower backrooms.
Mike nods, and whimpers, "once I lined up the photos the exit came back."
"Fuck," Pac replies, because what else can he say. "I won't let him get you Mike."
"I don't think you have a choice," Mike replies. "He's powerful. He's so powerful, Pac, he just dragged us around and not even Dapper's ritual could stop him! Dapper told me to start praying and I did and he killed me!"
"Does it still hurt?" Pac asks, because sometimes it does. He wants to help, to comfort, but his brain feels filled with fog.
A nod against his ribs; Pac pulls the blankets up to hide Mike, and holds him even closer.
"We can try new enchantments on your armour," Pac suggests. "Maybe...?"
Mike shakes his head - still drunk, still inconsolable, "one hit Pac! All my armour shattered and he killed me! We can't win. We can't win. He's going to take us!"
The hopelessness is in Pac's soul too - he pulls the blankets even higher, hiding himself as well.
"Even if he hurts us, we'll come back," Pac promises instead. "We always come back, always get out - no escape is impossible, remember? We just have to work it out."
Mike cries and trembles, and Pac continues to console him. While Mike stays hidden Pac's eyes flicker out, searching every corner of the room. He doesn't see it - there's no white, nothing like that, not again, but he can't help it! Even as he promises Mike they'll be okay his own heart rate picks up, searching out the creature - ghost perhaps - with a vendetta against him and his friend.
The door opens, and Pac shrieks.
Mike's sobs grow more desperate, clinging tighter as he does.
"Calm, calm," Fit uses a few of the Portuguese words he knows. "Just me. Richarlyson is asleep."
"Thank you, Fit," Pac replies on instinct, as he remembers how to breathe.
"You good?" is the reply.
Pac... Pac switches to English, because he wants Fit to understand. "Naked Slenderman is after Mike. It kidnapped him and killed him and kidnapped him again. I've seen it too - at the museum. We think it's after us."
He half expects teasing, but Fit's face turns serious.
"Let's push the bed against the wall. Pac? You go the far side. Mike in the middle. I'll guard the outside - the wall should guard your back."
It's better then just pretending to be a pile of blankets; Pac nods, and quickly translates the plan for Mike. Mike's English is just as good as his, but scared out of his mind... It's better, to be sure; Pac's struggling enough himself, and he's not the one who was stabbed.
It takes less convincing than Pac expected to convince Mike into pajamas. It's only as Pac remembers that, of course, Mike's armour was ruined and so he's just as vulnerable in all states.
Pac slips a few diamonds and enchantment books into Mike's backpack, just to be sure he'll be able to replace it in the morning. It might not be the best as Etoiles would define it, but it'll make something as good as is reasonable.
It is as Mike is being helped into something more comfortable - still clinging to Pac with every opportunity even if he is quieter now - that Fit shoves the bed to the wall, and Pac notices the new scar on Mike's chest.
A giant cleave, from the hollow of his shoulder all the way to his thigh and, damn, that's a painful way to die.
A painful way to die, and a horrific injury to survive.
Pac can imagine Mike on the floor, bleeding and in agony, screaming and calling for help in a sealed up room, pain blinding his senses until only a child can make it through a slowly widening hole to save him, anyone else too large - Mike screaming for Chayanne to get to safety instead, more willing to die than let a child be harmed... As soon as he thinks Mike will let him, Pac pulls him into the tightest hug he can manage, and onto the bed.
Mike stinks of cheap wine and other alcohol, but he's still Mike - he's Mike, he's Mike, he's /always/ Mike.
Fit leaves on the light as he comes to bed, pulling the blankets up over all three of them. Rolling onto his side he reaches across Mike to rest his hand on Pac's shoulder, and curls his body protectively around Mike's back.
Mike's safe now, or as safe as he can be - Pac shields his front and Fit his behind. They both hold him tight, secure he can't be taken.
"I've got you," Pac whispers the promise in soft Portuguese. "He won't take you from me."
Mike just nods against his chest.
"Good night Pac, good night Mike," offers Fit. "Sleep well."
Pac appreciates the sentiment, but doubts either of them will ever sleep again.
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veemark · 1 year
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Just YinWar casually going all out to promote their upcoming concert with what might as well could have been the pilot trailer for a noir series. KING SHIT.
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not-your-bro · 6 months
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need a version of blood & wine where regis abstains from alcohol like he does in the books, so he and geralt can have a revised end-of-dlc campfire conversation that's like
regis: this moonlight makes me oh so dreamy…
geralt, drunk off his ass: dreamy bout what? waitwait lemme guess. WOMEN
regis: no, no. i was thinking about… [gazes longingly at geralt] oh, how anything can look interesting when properly lit
geralt: [hiccups] girl you're drunk as hell
regis:
regis: geralt i'm drinking tea
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tyunkus · 1 year
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ive been thinking about a threesome w soobgyu T-T what do u think the dynamic would be?
THREESOME WITH SOOBGYU oh my god... i think it would be so hot if beomgyu took the lead here ohmyg od like IMAGINE SPITROASTING ?!?!?!?! choking on gyus cock while soobins panting and whining behind you like ok.. gyus fingers threaded in your hair and his free hand is kinda just cupping ur cheek.. thumbing at the corner of your lips that are stained w his cum or brushing ur hair away from ur face all sweet while he makes u take all of him in ur throat. pulling you off to spit on his cock and giggling when he completely misses and now ur face is all messy with cum and spit and drool and he loves it !!! and then soobins behind u like literally whining like a bitch that guy is such a whore for your attention.. kinda awed at the expanse of bare skin offered to him so he licks between your shoulderblades or your neck or just anywhere really, kisses you all soft while he takes you from behind.. his hands are so big like even if hes holding onto your waist his fingers reach your tummy and he presses into the soft skin so hard it kinda hurts but u love it duh! might lean over to start bitch moaning into your ear saying shit like "fuck, you're doing so fucking good, you feel so fucking good" AND also beomgyu making fun of both of you yup.. "what a cute slut, always need cock huh? always thinking about it, right? love taking it, you need this dick, don't you?" and he just laughs at soobin for being a pussy drunk slut but soobins so out of it he cant even muster up a response... yea you're definitely going thru a lot both of them are insanely fucking horny people i fear
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