#it probably came out super slurred

[pandoraslxna]

Drunk words, sober secrets

adult Neteyam x female Na’vi reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Getting drunk with Ao‘nung was probably not the best idea you ever had. Good thing a certain someone always makes sure you‘ll get home safe and sound.

Warnings: explicit smut, use of alcohol, reader is super drunk, Ao’nung is a bitch, Neteyam was raised right, sexual harassment, secret crush, thigh riding, praise kink, little bit of angst if you squint

Notes: Tanhì = little star, bioluminescence freckle 💫

They said the first sip was always the worst. That much was true. You couldn’t help but grimace as the liquid burned it’s way down your throat, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. No wonder they called this a warriors drink. But the next two or three… or ten sips didn’t taste nearly as bad as the first one did. Now it just tasted funny. Matter of fact, everything was pretty funny right now. You couldn’t even contain the giggles and soft laughs at everything that Ao’nung was whispering into your ear. Half of the stuff you didn’t even understand, thanks to the loud chatter and laughter of his friends, who were sitting in a circle around the fireplace with you.

Ao’nung prods the bota bag opening against your lips once again and before you can refuse, he tips the bag up so the liquid inside pours itself right into your mouth. If you were anywhere near sober, you would’ve probably gone crazy about this, but right now you were only capable of smiling and swallowing whatever’s in that bag. You didn’t even register most of the things that were happening around you anymore. It was all just a blur of movements– the way Ao’nungs arm was laid over your shoulder, how his fingertips toyed with your top, pulling it down enough so he had a descent view of what was underneath. The way his lips lingered on your cheeks or on the shell of your ear, whenever he leaned over to whisper whatever filthy joke came to his mind just to make you laugh some more.

You felt hot. Everything was so hot, your mind felt dizzy from the heat. Did that came from the fireplace or was that the liquor? Even sitting, you had to stabilize yourself by leaning against Ao‘nungs chest for support. He seemed to realize that you became drunker by the second and then a mischievous grin appeared on his face, "Let’s go somewhere more private, hm? What do you say, little pearl, want to have some fun? It’s getting kinda boring here." That sounded really tempting to your ears. Taking your hand in his, he allowed you to stand up first– a task that was way harder than you remembered. Your legs felt like jelly and the world around you spun so much, that you almost fell right back down onto the sandy ground.

But then something firm closes itself around your wrist and pulls, yanks you away from Ao‘nungs grip and makes you stumble forward until you land face first against a solid chest.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, before I’ll rip them off!"

You would recognize that voice everywhere, even passed out in a deep coma. It was Neteyam who was currently holding you tight against his chest, his arm wrapped around you, while he spat insults at Ao‘nung.

"She came here on her own, forest boy", the olo’eyktan’s son chuckled and then shrugged, "Don’t act like I forced her to have a good time. It was her decision to—"

"Oh yeah? She definitely looks like she’s capable of making her own decisions right now", Neteyam interrupted him, loud enough that you flinched and that in return finally pulled you out of your drunken trance.

"Teeey, you came!", you slurred a little tardily, "Let’s– Let’s have fun together, Tey!"

"Not now, Tanhì", Neteyam grumbled and then declared this conversation to be over, dragging you with him. His grip on your upper arm was tight enough, he half marched and half carried you with him. "Where are– where we going?", you giggled as if there was anything funny about the situation.

"Home", he responded coldly.

Neteyams steps were solid on the ground, but yours were uneven, shaky, and you stumbled here and there. The walk back to the village would take a while and Neteyam was silent for the most part of it. Everything that he needed to say, he already did. Which mostly contained about lectures, how you shouldn’t drink this stuff and that being in Ao’nungs company wasn’t good for you and that you should be more careful and all that stuff that you were too drunk to pay any attention to. He’s always been a little too overprotective anyways, so it was nothing you hadn’t heard before.

But now he was just silent, listening to your drunken rambles and whatever nonsense came to your mind. Luckily, there weren’t any other metkayina walking around at that time of the night. The alcohol-induced flush on your face was even visible on the dimly lit shore, with the only source of light being the bright stars and polyphemus, pandoras moon. Underneath that flush, your bioluminescence freckles did that sparkle-thing they always did when you were excited. That’s how you earned yourself the nickname tanhí after all.

You were walking a bit behind Neteyam, gesticulating wildly as you spoke, "… and your hair look soo smooth, how does it always look so smooth? Just like your lips, oh I reallyyyy want to kiss you. D-Don’t you want to kiss me? C‘mon tey give me– give me a kiss!"

"I‘m not giving you a kiss", Neteyam said sternly. You’ve been talking about kissing and hair and lips and flying and the ocean and what not for the past twenty minutes– non stop. Only pausing to laugh and giggle. His head was slowly beginning to pound heavily and he prayed to Eywa that this night would be over quickly.

Once your voice drifts a little further off, he turns around to find you sitting down on a big rock near the water. Neteyam looked back at you and turned with a reluctant shake of his head. "Unbelievable…", he mumbled under his breath.

"Okay, okay m-maybe I can give you something else if you don’t want a kiss", you hiccuped and then, to his horrify, you began to lift your loincloth up, "I feel so funny down there, wanna see?"

Neteyam almost chocked on his own spit as he grabbed your wrist to prevent you from doing something you would most definitely regret later.

"Stop that!", he hissed.

"C‘mon tey", you slurred, "I want you soo bad, why don’t we have fun? Ao’nung wanted to have fun with me…" The last part came out as a defiant mumble that Neteyam purposefully tried to ignore. You weren’t yourself. You didn’t mean it, he knew that.

"Keep walking, c‘mon. We’re almost home", he tried to pull you to your feet again, but like a toddler beginning to throw a tantrum, you wriggled yourself out of his grasp to stay seated.

“Noo…I don’t wannaaa", you had adapted a whine to your voice, much to Neteyams dismay.

"Just.. Just gimme a second", you managed in between a chorus of giggles and hiccups and a tiny crinkle formed in the spot just between his eyebrows. Defeated and too tired to keep arguing with the toddler version of yourself, he finally sat down next to you. "My tummy feels funny too", you giggled, "I really want to kiss you, did I ever tell you that? Like, I really really want to kiss you. Why don’t we kiss? Your lips look so smooth, just like your hair. I wish my hair was as pretty as yours! Just like– like your lips. Can I kiss you?"

Neteyam didn’t respond. His hands were balled into tight fists, his knuckles already turning white and so he crossed his arms over his chest. He tried so hard to stay composed. Whatever liquor you had consumed today was probably easier to swallow than the fact that he couldn’t have you... Not even when you were so willing before him, begging to be touched. It was just not right.

You were his best friend. You trusted him with your whole heart, you even knew all of his secrets. Except for one.

That he was in love with you.

For many years Neteyam had tried to keep himself from acting upon his desires. He just didn’t want to risk loosing his dearest friend. He knew that you were probably not interested in anything else but friendship. After all, he had never really felt like you were trying to be more than a friend to him. You didn’t look at him the way he looked at you. When you touched him, it was without any other thoughts. It was just friendly, platonic– a touch between friends, not lovers. Even right now, it felt wrong. The things you said, the things you told him you were thinking about, that was just what the alcohol made you believe. It wasn’t true. You would’ve probably wanted to kiss anyone right now… he was just lucky to be the first best option to be around. It hurt, but Neteyam refused to make himself false hopes.

Neteyam expression was serious, but you loved how it softened slightly when he finally looked over at you.

"Listen Tanhì, I’m not going to take advantage of you", he sighed, "You’re drunk and i‘m taking you home right now."

You groaned when he pulled you against his chest and made you lay your arms around his neck. His thigh wedged itself between your legs and then he bent down to pick you up, but you refused to cooperate.

"C’mon", he grumbled, "Lift your legs, I’m going to carry you."

"Noo tey, don’t be soo boring", you complained.

Neteyams breath stuttered at the whining tone in your voice and having your head so close that your soft hair tickled his collarbone wasn’t helping either. His skin tingled and he felt warmth spreading up to his cheeks when you nuzzled your face against his chest. And then you wiggled your hips and it was like a punch to his guts.

At first, Neteyam didn’t know if you did that intentionally, but then you pressed yourself further down on his leg, until you were sitting on his thigh.

He gulped and gritted his teeth to not let the groan escape which was bubbling up from his chest when he felt your sweet cunt against his skin, only separated by a thin piece of fabric.

“What are you doing?”, he asked in a hushed tone, his hands flying up to grab your hips and prevent you from moving. He just wished he could righten his beginning boner which was pressing in an awkward angle against his loincloth. He had to stop this right now, before you would do something that you would regret as soon as you were sober again.

But you only chuckled, pressing your body tighter against his. “Having fun", you quipped, smirking. You could feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths came out in short pants. You felt his leg tense beneath you, unintentionally applying some delicious pressure against the hot little button at the top of your pussy.

"Don’t do that", Neteyam said lowly and through gritted teeth. His self control was wearing thinner by the second.

"Do what?", you looked up at him, batting your eyes in an act of fake innocence that almost drove him insane. The grip he had on your hips tightened some more, to the point where it almost hurt.

"Put me in a position where I have to resist you."

Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot and your nerves tingled like a live wire. He must’ve realized how hard he was holding the soft flesh of your hips, because he eased the grip of his hands a little.

"m'sorry", you said softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stared up at him through lidded eyes. The pressure of his muscular thigh made your head feel dizzy, eyes dazed as you tried to focus on him. You couldn’t stop your body from taking what you longed for, slowly beginning to grind yourself against him.

A salacious moan tickled the back of your throat, eyes fluttering and threatening to slip close as a pleasant heat licked at the base of your spine and pooled into the pit of your stomach. Your long lashes brushed against your hot cheeks as another moan spilled from your lips, bare skin prickling with goosebumps as your blood simmered in your veins. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and then a shudder wracked your spine as you dragged your clothed pussy over Neteyams leg. 

"Tanhì", he said it like a warning. "M‘sorry tey", you mumbled under your breath, pouting a little, "can’t help it… y'feel soo good."

Neteyam was sticking by his statement of not helping you. You were drunk. Drunk and needy, but he wouldn’t give in. He didn’t want you to wake up tomorrow and think of him as some creep that took advantage of your drunken state. He would’ve been no better than Ao’nung, that prick.

But if you were to do it without his help… That would change the whole situation, right? If you were going to be greedy tonight, you would have to do it yourself, he thought. He wouldn’t take advantage of you. He would just let it happen and not intervene. Then it would be different, it would be fine… right?

Neteyam looked down at you and his heart squeezed tight in his chest. The sigh he let out was one of defeat and then he finally gave in, "It’s okay. Do what you gotta do." His voice was barely above a whisper, but he knew you heard him loud and clear.

You took a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallowed around the lump in your throat, unable to respond to him. And then you continued to move your hips.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you. Every rock of your hips was bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It felt so euphoric that you found yourself never wanting it to end. Everything was being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brushed your clit against his muscles.

"That’s it, there you go", Neteyam whispered above you, his hands firm on your hips but still not guiding you as you moved them in little circles, dragging against his thigh.

You were breathing heavily against his skin, eyes squeezed shut as you shamelessly used him for your own pleasure. You just couldn’t help it, too drunk to care.

And Neteyam couldn’t believe how lucky he was to just have you here, humping his leg like you were in heat, hearing how pretty those breathy little moans were. If only you knew how long he had been dreaming about hearing them, but oh Eywa’s ways could be so cruel sometimes. Because now that he finally heard them, he could do nothing but listen.

The bulge under his loincloth was very much prominent, yet he tried his best to angle in his hips so you wouldn’t come close to touching him. If you would, Neteyam didn’t know if he could hold it together any longer… This was a test for his patients and how much he could restrain himself, he thought. And then he cursed Ao‘nung for getting you drunk, cursed you for being so needy and cursed himself for allowing this to even happen.

The thin fabric that separated your sweet cunt from his thigh was becoming more soaked with each drag and pull of your hips. You were growing wetter by the second, so much, that a wet patch was beginning to form on your loincloth. He could feel it on his skin. It made it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down.

"You’re dripping all over my thigh, tanhí", Neteyam said lowly. He felt the rhythm of your hips stutter for just a second, your arms around his neck tightened and you buried your face deeper into the crock of his neck. "Sorry", was all you managed to respond.

"Don’t apologize, just… just make yourself feel good. I‘m right here, keep going."

You were in complete control of your own movements while his strong hands were digging at your hip so hard, you knew they were going to bruise tomorrow. Still, you kept moving along to the rhythm that you desired, adding more pressure to your clit.

The coil in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter, skin glistening with sweat as your panting increased. The sensation of pleasure was threatening to bubble over, toes curling in anticipation of the snap begging to release inside your body.

Neteyam watched you through lidded eyes, cock straining against his coverings as he felt you soak his thigh. All he wanted to do was reach out and wrap his hands around the soft flesh of your breasts as they bounced gently against his chest with each movement. Instead, he stayed unmoving, hugging you a littler tighter and watching you seek your high.

A mewl came forth as you increased the speed in which you were grinding yourself against him, "I’m so close, tey… can– can I come?"

That familiar coil in your lower abdomen was moments away from snapping. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he spoke to you in a hushed whisper, "Go ahead, tanhì. Come if you want to. Make a mess all over my thigh."

His words were just what you needed, a string of curses falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you and your walls began to clench around nothing. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan and slide your throbbing clit across his muscular thigh. All you could manage were whimpers and whines as you hurriedly dragged your cunt against his skin until you were shaking and panting heavily.

"Just like that, good girl", Neteyam whispered, "I’ve got you, it’s okay." His hands had moved from your hips to your back, gently caressing your soft skin as you came down from your high. His words made you feel warm inside and his arms around you gave you a feeling of safety.

Tired barely described the way you felt now, your legs felt heavy like stones, your shoulders slump under an invisible weight and your very insides churn sluggishly in protest as you tried to stay awake.

The last thing you were still capable of doing, was lift your legs enough so Neteyam could finally pick you up and scoop you into his arms.

Burning and heavy, your eyelids finally drop as you inhale his scent. It’s nature itself, woody and floral. Comforting. You breathe it in as the world begins to fade from your awareness.

#neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x female reader smut #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #atwow neteyam #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x y/n #neteyam smut #neteyam x female reader #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan

[junnieverse]

— DRUNK BOYFRIEND JAKE ! 💭

➙ drunk boyfriend jake thoughts

pairing: jake sim x gn!reader

genre: fluff, some humour/crack

request: " hcs abt clingy drunk jake bc he seems like a clingy drunk LOLLL "

warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking, not proofread, lowercase intended, reader accused of being a 'kidnapper' by drunk jake

a/n: I honestly wouldn't mind drunk jake, clingy cute jake is my favourite, thanks for this request anon, hope you enjoyed it :)

jake was already clingy when he was sober, but he becomes 100 times clingier when he's drunk be it around you or his friends (mostly with you though)

so much more affectionate with you, always wanting kisses and hugs and gets pouty when you don't give him

extremely talkative

like he's a motor and he will mention the most random and silly things that most of the time are slurred and don't make sense

definition of talking just to talk

probably singing Justin Beiber songs at the top of his lungs on top of a chair

"WHEN I WAS 13, I HAD MY FIRST LOVE SHSGDGGSJSISNDB ABOVE! SHE HAD ME GOING CRAZY- what's the rest again?"

starts from the top singing another pop song and turns the entire place into a jake karaoke session

super giggly and out of it to the point where the others are concerned and they end up calling you to come get him

when you do come around he may forget who you are in a daze

"STRANGER DANGER! HELP ME, THEY'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!"

"Jake baby, it's just me, have some water to sober up."

also a stubborn and pouty baby

accuses you of ruining the fun and being a party pooper

when he does give in and starts recognising you he will be all over you with the sloppiest kisses

"Guys, my lovely (y/n) is here! Hi baby, when did you arrive?"

you'd been there the entire time but he was too drunk to notice

"Crazy story though, I almost got kidnapped before you got here but you came to save me." he says with a sheepish smile

"I'll always save you angel." you tell him kissing his forehead laughing softly at your drunk boyfriend

jake is glued to you now with his arms around you and his head on your shoulder

he ends up going from 100 to 0 real quick

all that energy he had before disappears and he becomes quieter and sleepier

in the end he probably just passes out and one of the other members has to help you get this big boy into the car for you

he wakes up to find a whole bunch of embarrassing photos and videos of him doing the oddest things

I'm talking about a video of him sent by sunghoon hugging a streetlight claiming it was you

he will never hear the end of it from both his friends and you for the next coming weeks

jake learnt his lesson and he'll be sure to be more watchful of his drinking now

#junnieverse.zip #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #jake x reader #enhypen #enha #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen crack #enhypen reactions #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop crack #kpop reactions

[camilleroses-blog]

the meet cute

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

genre: fluff

formula1wagsss daniel ricciardo spotted with mystery woman in monza!

riccforthewin WHO?????

dannybadger3 GUYS WHAT.

justaninchidentlol are the ricciardo fans okay rn?

     honeybadger33333 i can speak for almost all of us... no.

i met daniel at a friends party about 3 years ago. everyone was talking about the formula 1 driver that had decided to drop in. i wasn’t a huge f1 fan but i was caught up on the basics of the sport.

the party was loud with flashing lights and people everywhere. i started to get a bit overwhelmed with all of it so i headed outside to the balcony. i leaned against the railing and looked up at the stars. i was listening to the loud music blasting through the walls when i heard the door to the balcony open. i looked back and it was a man with dark curly hair and a look in his eyes that just made your heart melt on the spot. he gave me a friendly smile, “hey” he said as he walked over to the railing, about 5 feet away from me. i gave him a smile and looked back up at the stars.

“beautiful night isn’t it?” he asked with an australian accent. “gorgeous” i replied. i looked over at him to take some time to analyze his face. handsome. absolutely charming. “i’m guessing you’re the f1 driver?” i asked. “i like to think of myself as a dancer but yeah driving is one of my many hobbies” he said ever so seriously. i laughed. “what gave it away?” he asked. you weren’t exactly sure what clicked in your mind, it was just something about him and how he carried himself. i shrugged and turned to face him. “i’m daniel” he said as he walked closer and extended his hand. “y/n” i said as i extended my hand to shake his.

we continued to talk until almost all of the party goers were gone. suddenly, a guy came stumbling onto the balcony like he was looking for someone. “DANNY!” he yelled. like i said before i wasn’t super immersed in the f1 world but i knew who max verstappen was…. everyone did… the young rising star. my eyes widened when i realized who it was. daniel saw my reaction and his jaw dropped. “you didn’t know who i was but you know who he is???” he asked in utter shock. he was lowkey jealous lol. “oh cmon. its you know…. its max verstappen!” i replied trying to explain myself. “oh cmon its daniel ricciardo!!!” danny said as he pointed to himself. i shushed him as max approached us.

“hey max. big fan-“ i started, but was interrupted by daniel, “liar.” i elbowed him and continued on. “i know you’re completely wasted right now but do you think you could sign my arm?” i asked. daniel was taken aback, mouth open, eyebrows raised. “of courseee!” he slurred. “great! now i just need to find a pen-” i said just as max whipped one out from his back pocket. “mate-” daniel started. “magic!” max said as he displayed his pen that he apparently took from inside the house in an attempt to possibly steal it?

he signed the outer part of my forearm. i turned to daniel after he was done. “no way. THE daniel ricciardo??? holy shit!” i acted out. he smiled and shook his head. “you’re my favorite f1 driver!” i continued on. “hey!” max said. “shush verstappen” i said and turned back to danny “ah yes i love meeting my fans” he said. “can you sign my arm?!?!” i over exaggerated. “i would absolutely love to” he said as he took the pen and signed the inner part of my forearm along with some smiley faces and also added his number. what a slick guy. i smiled and my face probably turned red when i saw his number being written out. “mr ricciardo do you give out your number to all of your fans?” i asked smugly. “how do you know that’s my real number?” he asked. max examined the number. “yep that’s his number” max said. i don’t know what’s more concerning, the fact that max memorized daniel’s phone # or the fact that max was wearing a blonde wig that was poorly brushed.

since i have never met any real celebrities i took a picture with the two of them and we said our goodbyes. i put daniel’s number into my phone and realized that i couldn’t stop smiling.

i posted the photo the next day and decided to crop daniel out a bit so it only showed half his face while the photo focused on me and max in the wig. some friendly fire. soon after i posted it was liked by and commented on by max and danny.

yourusername: me and the legend

tagged: @ maxverstappen1 @ danielricciardo

danielricciardo this is not okay

danielricciardo i don’t think you got the chance to finish your caption. its supposed to say “me and the legendary daniel ricciardo + this random chick”

danielricciardo i demand an apology aimed to your followers for depriving them of my full beauty

          yourusername i formally apologize to my followers that were wrongfully deprived of the true beauty of daniel ricciardo. i am ashamed of my actions. pls forgive me :(

maxverstappen1 …i do not remember this

          yourusername thank you for signing my arm max!

                    maxverstappen1 you’re welcome!

#daniel ricciardo #dr3 #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 x reader #F1 #Formula 1 #f1 x reader #max verstappen #mv33 #red bull f1

[oh-austin]

not my husband (austin butler)

summary: it's your first night out since having ines and in your drunken state you're surprised to find that the attractive man looking after your baby has the same name as your husband.. and looks a lot like him too

request: I was wondering if you could please please write an imagine going out drinking with friends and Austin coming to pick you up and telling him you have a boyfriend. He said it’s him, and his name and being super drunk telling him your boyfriend has the same name. Basically being super drunk and Austin having a way harder time than originally expected but finds it hilarious and cute?

authors note / warnings: mentions of alcohol! i changed this request slightly, because I see boyfriend!austin and raise you husband!austin- I hope you love it!! <3 also planning on writing 'going method' soon which should be fun!!

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You were concerned earlier on in the night that you wouldn't be able to leave Ines at home with Austin. However, now was a different story. Skulling your drink on the sidewalk, whiskey dribbling down your chin, your Uber approaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Your stamina since being pregnant had dwindled immensely when it came to alcohol, so you abandoned the half empty glass on a nearby table outside of the restaurant you had eaten at.

Your friends weren't in much better states. One of them having to be picked up earlier on in the night, they didn't make it to the main course. Sure, you were still periodically checking your phone, updates coming from Austin on an hour rotation- selfies of him and Ines beginning to fill up your text chain. But seeing all your friends again and being able to let go was enough of a distraction from how much you missed your husband and daughter.

So as you stumbled into the Uber, you couldn't help but be filled with warmth as you thought about how you would soon be snuggled up on the couch with them both.

You thanked the driver before getting out of the car, the yellow light coming from your living room made you feel happy to be home. The door was left unlocked for you, which was helpful because you didn't have to fumble with your keys to get inside. You kicked off your heels and left them in the doorway as you shut the front door behind you.

"Hey pretty mama," A man's voice startled you. You turned around to meet soft blue eyes that could still pierce a soul and lips that could've been crafted by the Gods. "How was your night?" He came over to you and leant in for a kiss.

"Um- no," You pulled away suddenly before his lips could touch yours, "I can't kiss you,"

Austin's face dropped, confusion flooded his features. "What, why?" He asked.

"You're really cute, but-" You sighed with wide eyes, dumbfounded that someone would try this with you- "I'm married,"

Austin had to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Your slurred words and smudged mascara under your eyes, showed him that you were drunk- but he didn't think you were that drunk.

"And we have a baby together, like I'm wearing a wedding ring!" You held the wrong hand up for a moment before switching to show your ring to Austin, he stifled a laugh. "I can't believe you would hit on a married woman? Who does that?" You scoffed, "You're lucky that Austin isn't here," You slurred.

"Baby baby baby," Austin said as he rested his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them up and down to soothe you in your drunken state, "I'm Austin,"

You stood there for a moment, just looking at him- expression blank. "It's a very common name," You shrugged. Austin couldn't help himself, he let a laugh erupt from his chest. "Shh!" You scolded him, "My daughter is probably asleep right now," Your arms were suddenly crossed over your chest, "My poor husband had her all alone tonight,"

"Mama, I am your husband- I know I had her alone," He was bewildered with the fact that his wife was so intoxicated that she was having trouble recognising him. "It's just me, baby"

You let Austin take you into his arms, he held up your head as you gazed up at him. "Oh my god, Austin!" You smiled, your voice coated with relief as you realised who was holding you. "How are you?"

"I'm good baby," He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, "You had a good night?"

"Yeah," You nodded slowly, your eyes were beginning to flutter, "I had a great night, but I missed you and Nezzie a lot,"

"We can go see Nezzie and then get you into bed," He nodded, "Sound like a plan?" Austin asked, admiring your flushed cheeks.

"Definitely,"

#Austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler drabble #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #elvis 2022 #celeste writes fics

[didyoubringauntienat]

Meeting the Storm

(Gif not mine)

Summary: Y/n and Natasha have been dating for seven months but Natasha has never met Y/n’s family. Only when they have dinner with them that she realises why Y/n isn’t in contact with them.

Word Count: 1129 words

Warnings: angst, homophobic slurs, homophobia, more of a vent than a fanfic, rushed writing (tell me if I’ve missed anything)

Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @haeva @lilaloubear @natashasilverfox @marvelonmymind

You and Natasha have been together for just over seven months and ever since you made it official with her they’ve been begging to meet your family, just like now. “Please Y/nnnn you’ve met my family, it's only fair that I meet yours…” She gives you her best puppy eyes but today it’s not working.

“First off, your ‘family’ is our work colleagues so I was bound to meet them and secondly the answer is no. My family isn't the kind that you bring people home for them to meet.” You ignore her frown as she follows you around the room, watching you unpack from your most recent mission.

“Have you ever brought someone home to meet them?”

“No…”

She smirks as she knows that she’s caught you there. “Well how do you know that they are that kind of family?”

You pause for a moment in what you’re doing. She does have a point, what if they are super nice to her but then again they could treat her just like they treat you. You did see how it was unfair to Natasha on keeping her from meeting them but at the end of the day you weren’t sure you wanted her to see this side of your life.

You feel soft hands gently start rubbing your shoulders from behind. “How about we have dinner with them? You can decide where and when, and as soon as they make either of us feel uncomfortable we’ll leave okay?” She gently kisses the back of your neck before resting her chin on your shoulder blade. “I just really want to meet the people who made the love of my life”

You sigh softly and bow your head. “Fine… but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Natasha squeals before kissing your cheek repeatedly before she runs into your shared wardrobe. “Please don’t let them fuck this up…”

Natasha sat with you on the edge of the bed as you called your parents that night. She couldn’t stop smiling when she heard them agree to meet you at Valentino’s with your siblings as they were also free. Great.

Natasha had decided to wear a short red dress that made you water at the mouth when she first came out in it and you definitely tried to use your reaction against her so you didn’t have to go out. “Baby no. There will be plenty of time to deal with your horniess later, now get dressed” She smirks and gives you a slow kiss before yanking herself off your lap so she could go fix her makeup.

You sighed before sorting out your blouse. “Do we have to go?”

“Yes babe, they’re expecting us and besides they’re probably already on their way to the restaurant so it’s too late to cancel.” She turns around and smiles at you before walking over and cupping your face in her soft hands. “How about after dinner we go to a bar? Just the two of us?”

You nod softly before standing up, making her let go of your cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with”

“Y/n! There you are! We thought you were going to flake on us.” You stop yourself from rolling your eyes when you hear your father’s booming voice but you don’t hold back the frown that forms when you see that all your siblings decided to come.

“Hey dad…” you pull out a chair for Natasha and rest your hand on her shoulder once she’s sat down. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff” You ignore the way your brother frowns and whispers something to your sister.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, I’ve heard so much about you.” Natasha smiles which your parents warmly return along with your youngest two siblings.

“It’s lovely to meet you dear, where did you and Y/n meet?” Your mother smiled at Natasha as she looked at the menu.

“We worked together and through that we just got closer until feelings developed.” You feel her softly pull your hand into her lap, her thumb gently rubbing the back of it.

As your mother and Natasha carried on talking, you couldn’t help but stare at your brother who was already smirking at you from across the table.

“Is everyone ready to order?” You looked away from your brother and to your menu. You nod gently when you decide on just having a pizza. You can feel Natasha squeeze your hand and frown at you but you ignore her, too busy trying to control your emotions.

“So Y/n, when were you going to tell us that you’re a dyke? Did she turn you gay Natasha?”

You look up and glare at him. “Don’t you dare even look at her.”

Your brother just laughs at you as he finishes his drink. “Am I wrong? Look at her then look at you, it’s not right.”

“Dad shut him up before I do it.”

“Y/n stop it. You're the oldest for crying out loud. If you feed into it then he’ll never stop.” Your father just sighs as he pours himself another glass of water.

You sigh and get up. “Come on Nat we’re leaving. I told you that I didn’t want to see them and now you know why. So get your purse we’re leaving. Pleasure to see you all. See you all in hell.” You storm out without even a glance back, not even when your mum started to plead for you to come back. You only stopped when you felt the fresh night air hit you.

“Y/n…” You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t just yet. “I’m so sorry baby… I didn’t realise it was that bad. I know I’ve heard stories but they’re nothing like the real thing…”

There’s silence for a moment before you finally speak. “It’s okay… it’s his fault I acted like that. Not yours” You hold her hand and give her a small smile. “Let’s just go home, yeah?”

She nods softly before gently pulling you towards where you parked only to stop and pull you into a passionate kiss. “I love you okay? I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you and I’m going to keep telling you this so you’ll never forget.”

“You know I’m going to marry you one day.” You peck her lips before grinning. “Come on. I’m pretty sure you owe me a drink.”

“Um, I'm pretty sure I said I’ll take you to a bar. Nothing about buying you a drink.” She grins as she walks backwards away from you. “How about the first one to the car gets the first round?”

You smirk “you’re so on” you go to run but before you realise Natasha is already running off, her heels in her hands.

#didyoubringauntienat fic #natasha x y/n #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

[skinbeneaththeskull]

sitting in between his legs while he’s lounging on the couch n youre just resting your head on his thigh and sucking his dick while he plays w ur hair PSLSLSKNDDK

sorry to say but this is literally so disgusting p 😗 JUST KIDDING 😈😈😈 i love u so much and you're feeding into my dilf dave addiction just right 🙏

he'd be watching TV, probably like a football game that's he's not super interested in but still liking to see who's winning and whatnot.

and there you are on your knees for him, looking up at his grey eyes, him caressing your cheek and softly petting your hair. he's paying more attention to the game than you, and you just got a little jealous from the attention being taken away from you.

his eyes are glued on the screen, not even noticing that you stripped his bottom half, pulling his length out of his boxers and sucking him off until he got hard. he looked down at you again, mouth full of his dick. he couldn't help but stare, him biting his lip and pushing you down slowly.

"whatcha doin', baby?"

he slurred, him trying to keep his eyes on both of the things infront of him. you were definitely a sight on your knees for him.

"mm?"

you mumbled with your mouth full, the vibrations going up his length and up his spine. he let out a slight groan in pleasure.

"o-okay.. okay, i know what you want baby girl, but daddy's watching a game, can you wait?"

he sighed, watching your eyebrows furrow as he said that, him groaning again as he couldn't get enough of how needy you were for him.

"tell ya what,"

he hummed, you perked up now, dick put of your mouth as it was resting against your cheek.

"if we win, ill fuck you dumb, how about that? you want that, princess?"

he hummed, playing with your hair again, and you just nodded frantically in response. he smirked and slapped his tip against your puffy lips. "better get suckin' then, baby." he hummed, putting his attention back to the screen.

you kissed up the tip, him shuddering in your hand as you put it in your mouth again, sucking it like it was the last dick on earth. his thigh was shaking a bit, but you didn't really notice. all you noticed were the noises coming out of him, grunts and moans escaping his parted lips.

you looked up to see his head thrown back, his lip tucked inside his mouth as he tried silencing himself. you went faster, getting sloppier with your moves as he grabbed a hold of your head with two hands, him keeping it there from moving as he looked down at you. you looked dazed and confused, swirling your tongue around his tip.

"baby- my god.."

he groaned out, holding your head in place before he started face fucking you rough and fast, balls slapping against your chin, gagging as saliva dripped from your mouth. you opened your mouth for him to have more access, his cock thrusting in and out of you like it was your cunt.

he shoved his length down your throat and pulled you all the way on it, making you gag before he came. filling your mouth with his seed, barely able to keep it all in.

"ah, ah ah.. swallow."

he groaned, and you obeyed. he smirked before leaning down to kiss you, the taste of himself on your tongue.

he looked up and saw that the team he was rooting for didn't win, him frowning in a teasing manner.

"you see that, baby?"

he pointed to the TV, him huffing in response. "didn't win" he looked down to see your face, you looked like you were about to cry. you needed him so bad and you were already so wet for him.

"but- please?"

you tried and he smirked.

"needy little girl, huh?"

he chuckled before pulling his pants up and carrying you over his shoulder to your bedroom.

#megadeth #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave smut

[hiskillingjar]

Could you maybe elaborate on Strade forcemascing you? Because the thought of him calling you his boy did... things to me

alrightttt you absolute perverts, let's fucking do this i guess. we're doing actual forcemasc too, not the lame tboy poetry kind

2100+ words, fem mc (for now), faggot isn’t a slur, she’s a sister to me (but cw for slurs i guess and also drug use).

"Why do you even have these?" 

You poked at one of the little red bottles on Strade's desk as he worked on something new for his website, recognising the shape, colour scheme and font choice almost instantly from your days of partying with the GSA committee in college. You couldn't resist a little scoff as you looked up at him, raising a brow.

"Aren't you a little old for poppers?"

Distracted from his work (albeit just momentarily), Strade looked up with a surprised look on his face, letting out a huffed laugh as he turned his attention from the computer and onto you.

"You know what poppers are?" He asked, raising a brow. "That's a surprise. I figured that you wouldn't...not many know about them anymore. Not without looking it up, at least."

"Come on, I'm not an idiot," You replied, rolling your eyes as you leaned against the side of the desk, peering at the silent video auto-playing on his screen, as grisly as ever. No doubt you'd have to get on an edit for it, soon, and distribute it to his growing audience. The longer you did it, the more you didn’t mind doing it. "And, I mean, I had a lot of gay friends in college, too. It's, like, super trendy now, way more than it used to be."

"Hah, nice to hear that it's still a thing with the younger generations then." He chuckled, resting his arm on the desk and letting his cheek loll down lazily against his fist. "I'm surprised a pretty, young lady like yourself knows all about them, though" Strade then leaned forward and picked up one of the bottles, tapping the top of it playfully. "Usually this kind of thing would be reserved for fags like me."

You rolled your eyes again when he called you a 'young lady' (though the age difference between you was becoming less of an issue the more times he spoke of it, and only caused more and more of a stirring in your core) before sitting up on the desk top and spreading your legs a little, your shorts riding up your thighs and clinging tight.

Oh yeah?" You tilted your head, your tone a little teasing. "Wanna share any fun stories?"

Strade's eyes flitted from the little bottle and back to you, spanning up your spread thighs (lingering on the tight gusset for maybe a second too long to be innocent) and to your face, his own smirking and smug. 

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." 

"Well, I've had a lot of experiences," You replied with a casual shrug, as he rolled his chair in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your hips, his knees pressing up against your calves, pinning you in place. You found that you didn’t mind it so much, though. "You're going to have to be more specific."

"Hmmm..." He hummed, as if deep in thought, and his gaze flickered from your eyes, down to your mouth, then to your chest (you weren't wearing a bra either and you were sure your top was a little too small and clinging for you) as he thought about your answer. "Well...tell me anything you think I'd be surprised by." His gaze came up again to meet yours, a knowing smile on his lips. "Something you've never told anyone."

"Hm...I've had a threesome?" You suggested, resting your palms behind you as you leaned back on the desk, smiling coyly.

"A threesome?" He repeated with a slightly impressed look. "With a guy and a girl, or two guys...or two girls?" 

"Two guys," You replied with a little titter, knowing why he was asking about the latter (like the dirty old man he was). "My housemate is-" You hesitated, wondering how you should speak about your past life…you probably should have been more upset about considering it a past life, but you were far from sorrow at this point. "Well...he was bi and had a long-term boyfriend, but he wanted to...you know, get a girl involved. Remember what he was missing, or some shit." 

"Mmm, I bet," He hummed again, moving his hands up and down your calves. You couldn’t remember the last time you shaved your legs, but Strade never made you feel bad about that. "...And, what, you decided to volunteer yourself as tribute?" He continued with a grin. "Kind of slutty, kind of hot, fraulein. Did you have fun?"

You laughed at the idea of 'volunteering yourself' for such a situation, but shrugged your shoulders again, taking in a slow breath as his hands roamed up your hips and to the waistband of your shorts, feeling where they dug into you and marked your skin with pink indentations. 

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun." You nodded, letting out a soft sigh as he eased his hands past the waistband of your shorts and took a firm grip on your hips, calloused skin on skin. "We got high on Rush," You nodded back to the little red and yellow bottles. "And...yeah, had a good time."

"Right..." His smirk curved into a salacious grin as his hands slid from your hips and round to your ass, pulling you further up the desk and closer to him, your legs spreading completely on either side of the computer chair to give him room to slot between. You should have felt more vulnerable…you should have. "And why do you think they were interested in you, of all people?"

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, taking in an unsteady breath as he continued to grope and knead at your flesh and leaned in closer between your spread legs. "Close proximity, maybe…I was down for whatever, too, that was probably pretty convincing, too..."

"Hmph...you know," He tilted his head, giving your ass another firm grope. "Maybe the reason you were pulled into that threesome was because you're so... boyish, you know?"

"Boyish?" You repeated, giving him a questioning look as he groped you, forcing your body to sit up straight in a squeaking flinch. "I'm not...I'm not that boyish."

"Oh really? You think not?" He asked innocently, feigning surprise as he took advantage of the little jump and worked on dragging your shorts down your thighs. "I mean...come on now, have you looked at yourself? You couldn't pass as a girl if you tried..." He shrugged casually despite the filthy subtext behind his words, his lips curling into a teasing smile.

You said nothing to that, and your face flushed a bright hue of red as you tried to look to the side and appear as aloof and distant as you should have been.

His words were playful for the time being, his tone more teasing than anything else, but his teasing nature did nothing to stop him as he pulled your shorts past your knees and sat up in his seat to pull you closer and place a whisper of a kiss on your neck.

"You know…if I wasn’t looking at you really closely, I could almost be fooled into thinking you were a boy. Maybe that’s what you should be, instead…you’re a little too filthy to be a girl, after all."

You let out an unsteady breath as he kissed and licked and nipped at your neck, pressing your thighs together to stop yourself from trembling as he tossed your shorts to the side.

His kisses and nips became more and more drawn out and teasing as he dragged his thick tongue against your bare neck, stimulating each nerve and making you shiver and tremble and tighten up against him. As he did this, his strong hands (calloused, scarred, masculine) slid up your legs so that he could force your thighs apart and spread you open completely, despite the tightness in your body. 

Keeping one hand on your knee, the other started to trace small circles along the inside of your thighs, his fingers starting to move higher and higher to the wetness that lay between them.

"Ahhnn..." You groaned, pressing yourself closer to him, your legs tightening on either side of his body as his fingers breached your entrance without even a degree of resistance.

His lips never lost the momentum they had, kissing and nipping and biting from your neck down to the edge of your collarbone, but eventually, he decided to stop entirely, instead bringing his mouth back up to your ear as his fingers kept delving deep inside of you, his calloused thumb rubbing against the blooming bud of your clit and making you tense even more.

"You wanna know why I think those boys got you involved?" He asked softly, his words hot against your sensitive skin.

"W-Why?" You stammered, trembling a little more, biting your lip as he dragged his fingers against your insides.

"Because they saw you as one of them. A boy. A faggot, no less." His voice dipped down into a low whisper that always got your heart racing. They had a playful tone now, as if he were joking, but when he reached down with his free hand to grope and squeeze his cock through his khakis, you had a sense that he wasn’t joking or trying to tease you.

He was enjoying this.

"I mean, you are one, aren't you?" He then asked, his golden eyes flitting up to meet yours. “That’s why you take poppers, and spread your legs the moment a guy is rough with you, hm? Am I right? Come on...say it." 

"Nooo..." You pleaded softly, your fluttering eyes rolling back into your skull as his fingers delved deeper, your breathing even heavier as your chest rose up and down forcefully. “No, noooo, no no I’m not…ah-I-I’m a girl, I’m a girl…”

"Ah, come on…ust say it. It'll be fun.” He chuckled, continuing his cruel assault on your clit as he continued to stimulate himself, despite the barrier between his hand and his cock. “I won't judge. But it'd be nice to know the truth, for us to share some truth, too. To know you better…" He then tilted his head for a quick moment of consideration. “And maybe I’ll fuck you like the faggot you are, if you do…”

"Hmmmph, please..." You pleaded with an erratic nod of your head, biting your lip. “Please fuck me, please…”

"Say it, and I'll keep going." He then said, his voice taking a tone of stern authority (that made your cunt tighten around his fingers), as he leaned up close to your neck again, forcing you down against the desk, his dark gaze almost piercing. "Say you're one of us...one of the boys..."

"Hahh...I'm...I'm a boy," You murmured airily, mindlessly, feeling a little light-headed as you did so, watching as he deftly unbuckled his belt with one hand and kept working on himself. "Mmph, I’m a boy, I’m a boy…I-I'm a faggot..."

"Mmm, good boy…my boy.” He praised with a truly lecherous look of pure delight in his golden eyes. “Did that feel good to finally admit to me?" He then asked, as he slid his fingers out of you (wiping them off on his trousers), and pressed his body down against yours as he forced your back flat onto the desk. "Was that so hard?"

"Yes...hah, it felt good, yeah..." You slurred with a nervous smile, pressing closer to him as you felt the head of his cock graze over your cunt and tease you even more. “Mmph, please…”

“Ah,” He let out a little sigh as he slowly slid inside of you, just a flicker of pleasure showing on his face as he pressed into the wet warmth of your cunt. “Well…I did promise to fuck you like a faggot if you admitted it to me…and I do tend to keep my promises.”

As he slid completely inside of you (so deep, he could have impaled you) and took a moment to adjust himself to the tight grip of cunt and your legs tensing up on either side of his body, he reached to the side of the desk for one of the bottles of Rush and brought the plastic cap to his mouth, twisting it open with his teeth.

“Raise your head for me, mein herr.” 

His voice was a low and fond murmur after he spat out the plastic cap and brought the bottle to your nostril, pressing the other shut with his thumb and forcing you to inhale the fumes from the bottle as he fucked you deep.

“Take it like a man.”

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles #cmon tboys come get your juice *ringing a dinner bell*

[meownotgood]

devilish. / hayakawa aki x fem!reader, strip tease, kissing scene, slight exhibitionism, slight dubcon (both reader and aki are drunk), reader wears a feminine devil costume, suggestive content, minors dni. word count: 2.2k

You were hoping Aki would show up tonight. 

Honestly, you have to admit you weren't expecting it. He's never seemed like the type to enjoy this kind of scene: people yelling and getting wasted, loud, obscene music blaring. The biggest Halloween party in Tokyo was the last place you'd expect to see someone as reserved and uptight as him, but yet, here he is, just as you wanted, and just as you planned. 

When you were mingling amongst the crowd, you're certain you saw his two idiot roommates partying with the rest — If anything, he probably just came to be their designated driver. Or, so you thought, anyways, because once you approached Aki on the balcony, it was clear to see that he was fucking plastered. 

Since you couldn't find him partying, you were sure he'd be hanging out here. As soon as you step outside, the bare skin on your arms is met with the cool fall breeze, making your hair stand on end. You slide the balcony door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the party and the music, leaving only the strong bass able to be heard. Then, you approach him, leaning your arms over the railing. Aki has his whole weight rested against it, carefully nursing a cigarette. His eyes dart up towards you, and when they do, his gaze immediately widens. 

"And you're dressed as…" You give him a once-over, cocking a teasing eyebrow. He's wearing his usual uniform: his dress shirt, unbuttoned a little at the top, with his loose tie still hung around his collar. He has the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and his hair remains in his usual neat topknot. "Yourself?" 

Aki's fumbling over his words when he tries to speak — It's uh- didn't have time so… didn't have the time, y'know. They just dragged me here- roommates, I mean. He's practically slurring, his body wobbling when he takes his hand off the railing to pull his cigarette from his mouth. You're not even standing super close to him, but you can still smell the alcohol on his breath, the scent lingering on his clothes. He looks at you through heavy eyelids, and you're not sure if he just doesn't care or if he doesn't even realize he's doing it, but he never takes his eyes off of you. 

When you don't speak for a while, Aki flicks his cigarette and awkwardly comments, "But- but you look good. Really good. A devil suits you." 

It's impossible to fight the playful smile that grows on your face. 

You're wearing a sexy devil costume: red horns atop your head, a red dress with a frilly skirt, and tight, red thigh-highs. It's slim fitting and hugs your body nicely, the dress hugging the curves of your waist and your chest, the fat of your thighs spilling out of the hem of the socks. You've caught at least ten guys staring at you since you arrived, but you didn't pay any of them a second glance. There's only one person you wore this outfit for tonight. 

You were going to wear this outfit anyways, but when you purchased it, you couldn't help but think of him. As you put it on before the party tonight, admiring yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but imagine no-one but Aki. You've got to say, his reaction so far did not disappoint. 

You snicker, and reply, "Oh? You think so? Hm," You place a finger to your chin, exaggerating a lost-in-thought sort of expression, "So if I'm dressed as a devil, that'd make you the devil hunter?" 

Aki takes another lazy drag out of his cigarette, tilting his head upwards to exhale the smoke into the star-speckled sky. "Yeah, I suppose it does." 

You scooch a little closer to him, until your elbows are touching. Aki doesn't seem to notice. "Well," You peer up at him through your eyelashes, "I'm glad you like it. I was hoping you would." 

"Really?" Aki turns to you for a brief moment, and in the dim light, you swear you can see his cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink. When you lock eyes, he looks away almost as instantly as he looked towards you, his gaze focused on the idle traffic below as he stamps his cigarette out on the railing. 

Before he realizes what he's about to say, he's blurting out, "You wear it for me?" 

You chuckle, and Aki looks up at you again, his eyes wide. "No, no, wait- that's… fuck," He stammers, rubbing his temple when he begins to lose his train of thought, "Sorry, I'm super drunk, I'm not… Can't think straight." 

With an exasperated sigh, Aki flicks his spent cigarette to the ground. In the corner of his eye, he can see you; there's an expression on your face that he can't pinpoint, something nearly unreadable, but with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of your cheeks. Something about the way you're eyeing him makes his heart pound faster, a prickle of anticipation twisting up his spine. 

"It's fine," You say with a shrug, "I've had a couple of drinks, too." 

Aki takes a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. A car horn honks when stray party-goers run across the street without looking both ways. You lean in a little closer to him, but Aki doesn't notice until your voice comes out as a whisper, right into his ear. 

"You weren't wrong, but," You cup your hand, leaning in more, the ghost of your warm breath fanning out over his skin, "There's something else I'm wearing, and that one's just for you." 

Aki stalls for a moment. When you pull back, you can see the gears in his head turning, his eyes narrowing as he thinks, the puzzle pieces taking a second to click in his drunken brain. But when he gets it, oh, when he gets it, the way his expression instantly changes is priceless. 

In a quiet voice, your tone ever teasing, you mutter, "You wanna see?" 

"I-" Aki turns towards you; his gaze flickers over your outfit for what must be the hundredth time, but now, it seems a little different. Now, he's examining you with a certain kind of curiosity, a certain sense of desire. His throat feels dry, so he swallows before he speaks again. "Yeah. I do." 

You take a couple of steps away from him, turning so that your back is facing the balcony door. This way, Aki will be the only one to see what you're about to do. 

Aki watches intently as you reach around, grasping the zipper that hides on the back of your dress. He can hear the quiet sound of the zipper being drug down, your eyes locked on his the whole time. When you begin shrugging the dress off your shoulders, he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down. 

You pull it down just enough to show him the dip of your collarbones, and give him a peek of the straps of your bra: bright, vivid red. Certainly enough to make his imagination start to run wild. 

As if on queue, Aki asks shakily, "Can you show me some more?"

You smirk. "Anything for you, devil hunter." 

And you do: you slowly drag the dress down to just above your stomach, gripping it tightly to make sure it won't fall down any further. Aki's breath hitches the second he catches sight of your lacy red bra.

It's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. It fits your body so well, a spectacle of ornate lace and frills, your breasts spilling out of the top. You look lovely. Aki's hands clench on the railing, and his eyes dart up to the door, making sure no-one else is watching. If you wore this just for him, he wants to make sure he's the only one to see it. 

"I- Wow. You're beautiful." Aki exhales a shaky, trembling breath. "Was this really just for me?" 

You flash him a soft smile. "Yeah. I've been waiting for you to come all night, Aki." 

Aki takes a small step forwards, and when he begins to wobble, he places a hand solidly on your shoulder to keep himself from falling. "Sorry. Is it alright if I touch you?" 

"Of course." You nod, and begin tugging your dress back up, slipping your arms through the short sleeves. "I'm putting this back on though, it's freezing out here."

Aki holds your shoulder, reaching around with his free hand to grab the zipper on the back of your dress — Here, let me help you. He tugs it up, his tall frame leant over yours, his body so close. You rest your weight against his chest when you start to stumble as well, your face buried in his shirt, your arms wrapped around his back. You listen to his heart as it pounds in his chest, beating to a steady, eager rhythm.

When he's done, Aki glides his palm over your shoulder, his fingertips tracing absentminded shapes onto your bare collarbone. He mutters quietly, voice smooth and deep, "You're the most gorgeous devil I've ever seen." 

You lift your head up. Aki looks down, meeting your eyes. You reply, "That wasn't all of it, y'know. There's more I wanted to show you, just can't do it here." 

"Oh?" Aki grasps your chin, tilting you up slightly more. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, toying with it. "When do I get to see that?" 

You glance towards the party for a moment. There's still a lot of people mingling about, but nowhere near as much as before. You explored the whole apartment earlier. There's one place you know of where the two of you could get a little privacy. 

A brief look of disappointment dawns on Aki's face when you pull apart from him, but it's quickly replaced by a spark of curiosity when you grab his hand and instruct, "Come with me." 

You lead him back inside, shouldering through the crowds of lingering people. He follows you all the way upstairs, and after you've checked to make sure it's empty, you push him into the nearest bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Aki's heart skips a beat when he sees you promptly flick the lock. 

"We should be alone here." 

You turn back towards him, and Aki carefully grabs your waist. The bathroom door shifts when he gently presses you against it.

He's close, really close — You can hear the sound of his breathing, examine every detail of his face. His lips are parted, his earrings glint in the low light, and the deep blue of his eyes draws you in, as if his gaze alone would be enough to swallow you whole. 

After a few moments he slurs, "You're beautiful." His cheeks are flushed red from a mixture of his drunkenness and embarrassment, and his hands squeeze your waist, his thumbs toying with the frills on your dress. "I was hoping I'd see you here too. It was the only reason why I let myself be dragged here." 

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands clasped together. "I'm glad we managed to find each other, then."

Aki's gaze flickers from your eyes, down to your lips. An enveloping heat rises in his chest, his stomach twists into a tight knot. The twofold echo of your breathing and his seems to drown out the sounds of the party happening downstairs, and the alcohol in his veins, the closeness of your body, your warmth — It puts his mind in a haze, until he can't think, can't muster up anything to say besides-

"I want to kiss you." 

This time, he doesn't try to take it back. He stays as close as he is, and when your response comes swiftly — Then, why don't you? — he's finally lost himself to you, with no escape in sight.

Oh, he will. Aki cups your jaw, his hand trembling ever so slightly. He drags you in slowly, his head tilting, eyes fluttering shut. His lips feel soft when they connect with yours, a bit hesitant, and with your arms around his neck, you pull him in, encouraging him to kiss you deeper.

He kisses you once, then pulls you in for a second, a third; his hands travel up and down your body, palms cold from the balcony railing. You shiver when you feel his hands glide across your bare thighs, fingers toying with the hem of your socks, but you still arch into his delicate touch. Everything is clumsy from the drunkenness, your noses bumping, lips meeting when they manage to — And when they can't, he's placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, over the creases of your mouth. 

He mumbles quietly between every one, incoherent babbles of his thoughts: Pretty. So pretty. You're perfect. All for me. My pretty little devil.

You're both out of breath when he finally pulls back. Aki's heart drums hard in his chest, his pupils blown wide, his cheeks warm to the touch when you hold them in your hands.

In a voice barely more than a whisper, Aki says, "You're fun to kiss." 

You chuckle half-heartedly, pinching his cheeks, "I know, but you still want me to show you more, right? Isn't that what we came here for?"

"Yes, I do," Aki sighs deeply, a warm smile forming on his face. "Please." 

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

[bangarangdarling]

I haven't caught up on all of your writing, so I'm not sure if you've already done your own take on this:

Prompt: Eddie wakes up in the hospital (after the demo-bats of course) really, really loopy on painkillers and the first person he sees is Steve...

This was exactly the fluff fest I needed to break up all the angst I've been in the middle of :') Thank you!!

He really just had one thing to say to all the soccer moms and televangelists who always said people like Eddie were going to hell–

Suck it. 

Eddie absolutely was not in hell, thank you very much. Sure, for some reason his sides hurt like a bitch occasionally. And he couldn’t really talk super well since there was what seemed like an entire roll of tape and gauze on the side of his face. And maybe he couldn’t move his left leg around much, but who cares about those things? 

In the grand scheme of things, he was living a fucking dream. 

Heaven, if you ask him. Take that, Pastor Davies, you wrinkled prick. 

Honestly, he’d kind of always thought stereotypical heaven was overrated. With the way the stuffy religious folk always talked about it, it seemed like a total drag. Just prayer and eternal…boringness. 

This heaven was way better. 

It was mostly just floaty. Things blurred. Time moved strangely. Minutes stretched out forever, and yet he would blink sometimes and all of a sudden the morning sun in the window would be gone. The lamp beside his bed would be on, instead. He loved those times because usually a voice accompanied it, saying words that Eddie knew he recognized, but just couldn’t give enough effort to understand. It was nice, though. 

The voice sounded kind. It stumbled over words sometimes, like maybe it was reading off of something aloud, but it was familiar and the cadence lulled Eddie back into those peaceful, floaty times where he didn’t have to think about anything at all. 

Whenever he was hungry, food was just there. Eddie could have sworn he’d thought about pudding once and then bam pudding was in front of him. Like magic. Several times he’d come to consciousness with a mouth drier than a motherfucker, and there were always hands that reached over to supply him sips of water. 

The hands were so nice. Big. Gentle. He’d felt them combing through his hair before, he’d thought. 

Best of all, though? The angel. 

God, his angel. 

Prettiest goddamn face he’d ever seen. At first the angel looked sad, red-rimmed eyes and a deep set frown, and that had simply not been okay. No way. A fuckin’ masterpiece of a face like that being upset was criminal. Just…not allowed. Eddie had said as much, mumbled and probably slurred to hell, but it made those pretty lips lift at the corners a bit.

He’d made it his mission, then, to make the literal celestial being in front of him smile every time he could focus his brain power enough to make words. 

His most recent swim up to consciousness had him coming to with fingers in his hair and a light pressure felt to the immobilized side of his face. His eyes met with his angel’s and he couldn’t help his dopey smile. Angel’s lips moved, that kind voice breaking through the haze. 

“...to wake you. Sorry, your bandage was peeling back. It looked uncomfortable,” Eddie’s pretty angel smiled down at him, seeming slightly nervous all of a sudden. Like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

It took him a try or two to push his own voice out, rough from disuse. 

“Don’ say sorry, ‘s fine. You c’n touch me anytime, angel.” Eddie giggled when the angel’s cheeks flushed an adorable pink and his hands fluttered around like he didn’t know where to put them. 

“Oh, come on, man, don’t–hey, stop that. Quit grinning so wide, you’ll pop your stitches!” 

Eddie batted at the hand that came up to grab the non-patchwork side of his face, pushing at his lips like if the angel could physically hold it down he could stop the smile from growing any larger. Silly angel. Eddie took the opportunity to seize one of those hands in his. He shook it around loosely, celebrating. Hah! Caught him. 

It gave Eddie the chance to get a closer look at his fingers. Nice fingers, long. Eddie would smack a kiss on every one of them if he could. (There’s a possibility he may have said that part out loud, if the choked sound from the angel was any judge.) 

No ring on the hand though. His angel wasn’t married. Could angels even get married? Was it against the rules in heaven or something? 

Eddie leveled a very serious look to the other man, clutching the captured hand to his chest fiercely. Or, as fiercely as he was capable, seeing as the soft, floaty feeling was starting to take over again. 

“I would marry you a’nyway. Okay? Don’t care what the rules are.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve spent the last several nights getting well acquainted with the scratchy vinyl of his hospital chair and the fourth floor’s only vending machine. There were only so many power naps and snickers bars a man could take. 

His back ached from slumping over onto the hospital bed to accommodate Eddie’s hold on him. It was hard to care about that, though, when the hand clutched in his twitched slightly in sleep before tightening back again. He’d been able to relax the older boy back into rest earlier, smiley and malleable. 

Eddie only agreed to it after insisting Steve didn’t “fly away without him” whatever that meant. 

Those crazy strong drugs the doctors had pumped him with were doing the work to keep him comfortable, despite making him say things he never would have had he been more aware. 

Steve didn’t have the heart to pull away. He should. He should put some space between them. He shouldn’t take anything Eddie says or does to heart at all–he’s high as hell on painkillers. That would make any guy a little loopy. Make him say things he doesn’t mean. 

Eddie adjusted in his sleep, smiling a bit, body angled towards Steve. His hand was warm, and if Steve moved his fingers up just a bit to his wrist, he could feel the steady thump there. 

In the quiet of the sterile hospital room, Steve thought he maybe could indulge just a bit. No harm in the comfort of two people, just happy to be alive. 

Robin let herself into the room quietly, a paper coffee cup in one hand that Steve knew would be made perfectly to how he liked it. 

It took her barely a beat, taking in the two boys curled in towards each other. 

“So, how many marriage proposals were there today?” 

#when eds is finally able to come off of the hard stuff robin NEVER lets him live this down #but steve's favorite petname eddie has for him is angel forever now #steddie #Thank you for your prompt! I love doing these #post s4 steddie #my brain vomit #everyone lives because i say so obviously #waking up from anesthesia to flirt with your crush trope

[thetisming]

& Juliet tumblr simulator

💓 queen-judith Follow

tumblr users will see the name 'Romeo', black out and hit reblog

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🪶 the-bard Follow

By the way my play Romeo & Juliet is really good and my wife and all my players are wrong the ending is amazing and I'm a genius

🟦 croptopman Follow

yeah! i agree! i hate it, so it's probably great!

🪶 the-bard

Richard I want you to stop speaking to me for a bit

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🪶 the-bard Follow

Hey guys! I'm recently unemployed (my wife took my job...) and here is my resume!

-I am a writer

-I have a background in acting

-I am a wizard

-I can drive carriages

#please hire me i need to get back at Anne

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🐯 hearmeroar Follow

MY HUSBAND ROMEO WHO KILLED HIMSELF TWO DAYS AGO JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD?? HELP WHAT DO I DO

🐯 hearmeroar

BY THE WAY I'M ENGAGED

🐯 hearmeroar

cool! i will be ignoring all of your suggestions

#y'all are fucking gay

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⚜️ slur-de-lis Follow

signed, penis king of France

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💙 francois-dubois Follow

Hey guys! So, I kissed my fiance's best friend, and I really liked it! There are two things about this that aren't good.

THEY ARE MY FIANCE'S BEST FRIEND.

I am a prince. They are non binary. I'm in love with them. This confirms my suspicions that I am not straight.

The main issue is that they're my fiance's best friend, the not being straight is fine and I already kind of knew. My father probably won't accept me but hahaha. I will be fine.

Basically! I need to either call off this wedding or break up with the love of my life. I don't want to break their heart but I also promised Juliet... please help.

#please help me #french #prince #french prince #relationship #relationship problems #marriage #queer #lgbtqia+ #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #pan #pansexual #demisexual #asexual #arranged marriage #marriage of convenience #romance #love

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🏳️‍⚧️ its-super-dope Follow

HEY QUEERS WHATS UP I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD! TIME TO GO SEE MY WIFE!

🏳️‍⚧️ its-super-dope

um. what happened

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🌹 beautiful-rose Follow

I'M IN PARIS! it's beautiful here :)

🌹 beautiful-rose

omg i just saw the cutest boy EVER!

🌹 beautiful-rose

just got misgendered.

🌹 beautiful-rose

oh. okay

🌹 beautiful-rose

THE BOY KISSED ME

🌹 beautiful-rose

he is engaged to my best friend

🌹 beautiful-rose

oh well!

🌹 beautiful-rose

um. okay

🌹 beautiful-rose

yeah uh he just broke up with me

🌹 beautiful-rose

yay! my best friend's wedding to the love of my life!

🌹 beautiful-rose

WHAT THE FUCK

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yeag

#& juliet #& juliet musical #&j #and juliet #and juliet musical #juliet musical #& juliet judith #william shakespeare #& juliet richard #juliet capulet #lance dubois #francois dubois #romeo montague #may bellerose #willianne #maycois #jumeo

[just-plumli-stuff]

People are always talking about how we baby Jean but what about Harry? I’m basically sorry cop Harry in real life, and one of the most emotional things for me in Disco is finding out HARRY DOESN’T SUCK. In fact, Harry is a certified 360 spin kick genius. I assumed we were a depressed alcoholic floating through life and just an utterly destroyed broken human being. But despite all that:

-You’re famous enough Kim knows who you are and goes with your amnesia because he thinks the famous Harry Dubois is playing a funny prank. He lets you do all this shit cause he trusts you are THE Harry Dubois.

-Jean will take you back in literally every ending. He came to the Whirling in a wig, you guys have to be on better terms than he pretends you are to do that. He’s a dick, but honestly a lot of straight male friendship is calling each other slurs cause their fathers never taught them how to express love.

-Judit is weirdly defensive of you and I don’t know why she would be unless you were a GOOD BOSS. You let a chick on your task force you progressive thinker!

-Trant has some pretty kind takes on your position and seems if anything in awe of your methods. If Harry was a total fuck up would he try to mental gymnastics there must be a reason you got so drunk you wiped your brain?

- the Unsolvable Case and the World Mural, the other two times you were drunk off your ass were recent. Harry probably always been a drinker, but it’s possible shitty Harry is a more recent development.

I just wanna imagine Harry personally changed the lives of everyone in the phone call room and that’s why these 2 IQ losers are somehow carrying Precinct 41’s closing rate. Harry is a leader of men and chicks. HARRY DUBOIS ISN’T STUPID HE’S JUST TOO SMART FOR HIS OWN BRAIN AND A LITTLE SILLY.

Edit: I FORGOT MY THESIS. Super apologetic people will apologize for shit they didn’t even do. If you, like me, woke up as Harry Dubois and assumed you are the worlds greatest fuck up you need to examine why. Harry could have been literally anyone but we assumed he/we were a bad person.

#disco elysium #harry dubois #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #judit minot #trant heidelstam

[ughsimpp]

let’s fuck

words// 1.5k

genre// smut

paring// san x f!reader

disclaimer// mentioned of alcohol(drink wisely kids), mult!orgasms, slight marking, f!receiving, overstimulation, biting, names(babygirl), squirting, unprotected!sex(wrap before you tap)

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hearing your close girlfriends talk about how their mans made them orgasm is an interesting topic but you couldn't really relate with them. in your past relationships (like 2), none of your ex's could ever make you reach that high. you kept quiet and listened as your friends continued to talk.

“so y/n have you and san done it yet?”

you took a sip of your drink before answering,

“mhm, me and san done it a few times already.”

that’s was a lie. you and san has only been dating for 4 months and you actually never suggested having sex with him yet. san is a great guy and super sweet, he’s probably the best out of your ex’s, but you didn’t want rush things with him. fake it til you make it you guessed.

“so tell us, how many times have you gotten an orgasm after being with him?”

you hesitated, and looked at your friends.

“uhh too many to remember…”

“ohh looks like you hit the jackpot on this one!”

“that’s my girl!!”

you laughed and awkwardly went back to sip on your drink. after a few more hours you decided to take an uber home and texted san that you were coming over to his place. you stumble your way up to his apartment and slowly entered his house pin, messing up a few times the door opened. you smiled and waved drunkly at your boyfriend. you didn’t expect to get drunk over a few cocktails but before leaving, one of your friends ordered multiple shots of some nasty liquor. it started to kick in once you got in the uber.

“hai babieee~~~”

you slurred your words as you tried to walk in. you kissed his cheek before tripping over you’re own feet, san caught you and carried you to the couch. he removed you’re shoes and got up to get you water.

“babe~ sannie where you go???”

san came back and set the cup of water on the coffee table,

“i just went to go get you water.”

he sat next to you as you leaned on him.

“how was meeting with the girls?”

“super fun! we talked and…and dranked and talked…”

“of yea? about what?”

“stuff…”

he laughed softly at you as he brushed your hair away from you’re face. leaving a soft kiss on you’re forehead. san turned on the tv as you cuddle in closer towards him. a few minutes later, you sat up and took a sip of water gazing at the tv. you turned around and looked at san who was focused on the screen. you gazed at his eyes down to his nose and lips, everything about him was perfect. he looked super hot at that moment. maybe it was the alcohol talking but you really wanted him.

you leaned in towards him and started to attack his neck with wet kisses. he was confused on what was going on but wasn’t complaining.

“y/n. are you okay? what’s going on-.”

you attacked his lips for him to stop talking. your hands roamed around his chest as you sat yourself on top of him. you felt his hands settle down at your hips as he gave your thighs a light squeeze. you broke the kiss from your lips and continued kissing down his neck. you rubbed your hips against his crotch as you began craving for more.

“san….let’s fuck.”

sans eyes widen at your breathily words and pushed you slightly away starring at you with a smug look

“are you sure? i don’t want to do it if you’re not in the right mind y/n. this might be the alcohol talking-.”

you took off your top, exposed your covered breast as you quickly unclipped your bra, throwing your bra somewhere in his living room.

“i’m horny san. when i was with my friends earlier and when i mentioned that we were just talking about ‘stuff’, it made me realize now how much i want you right now. i want you to fill me up and make me yours officially. i think it’s time we have a little upgrade in this relationship, yea?”

you tilt your head to the side as your finger ran down his chest and abs, biting your bottom lip and looked at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes. without any hesitation, san carried you as your legs wrapped around his waist and walked to the to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. he removed his shirt as you saw how beautifully sculpted he was underneath. san got on the bed and removed your skirt and panties, exposing your already wet slit. he smirked and lean down to kiss you, moving down your chest as he left red marks on your breast.

as he kissed down your body, his hand made its way to your wet slit. teasing you, touching every inch of your body. it’s been a while since you had someone else touch you like this. your soft moans filled the bedroom, heavy breathing and the sound of him leaving kisses around your body made you want him more than anything in the world. slowly entered a finger or two as he pumped them in slowly, giving you feel of what those hands can do.

you whined and wanted more, more of his touch. another finger being pushed in as you felt his warm tongue on your clit, teasing you as he pumped his fingers in a fast but not too fast pace.

your legs were shaking at the feeling of his tongue as you hands roamed through his hair. a few seconds later you felt a tight feeling in your stomach, your moans grew loudly as your thighs tried to closed in between san's head but san kept your legs apart and sped up his pace of his fingers and tongue.

"san! wai-wait!! oh shi- ah!!"

you shook at the feeling and felt overwhelmed at you orgasm. san gave your slit one more lick as he kissed your inner thigh. you tried to look up at san but your eyes were in a daze. smiling down at you, san removed the rest of his clothes and hovered on top of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. san looked at you once more and aligned himself with your slit. teasing you with the tip of his c.ock.

"are you ready babygirl?"

you nodded as you bit your bottom lip. san smirked and slowly thrusted in. the tight feeling of your core clenching around him made let out a low grunt. your breath hitched at the stretch you felt below, you didn't expect him to be so big. san took a second for you to adjust.

you signaled him that it was okay to move, with no time wasted, san thrusted at a slow but hard pace. you felt san hit your g-spot and hit in certain areas that you didn't know was there. your moans and soft whines filled the room as san hunger for you grew more. he sped up and gripped onto your thighs.

san have a few more powerful thrust before pulling out and flipping you over on all fours. at this position, you felt him hit at a deeper angle, putting you a very submissive state. your hands reached for the bedsheets as you gasp at how powerful his thrust were. you felt that feeling once again, but this time it was bigger than before. soon you felt a sudden rush of liquid gush between your legs. you immediately laid down and screamed out his name as the rush overfilled your body. you tried to overcome the sensation but felt yourself being pulled back into the same position from before.

san thrusted back in as you were still catching your high. having him thrust in caused your eyes to roll back and gasped loudly from the overstimulation. san repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over, dragging out another orgasm.

“san-san wait, it’s too mu-much…i-…ah fuck!!”

you tried to speak but the overstimulated took over. your vision blurred as you felt san changed the position. he set your legs over his shoulders and continued thrusting over and over.

“come on babygirl, i know you can take it.”

his voice was raspy yet deep. you felt another rush takeover your body. only whimpers and moans filled the bedroom air as it felt like you couldn’t speak up anymore. you felt him twitch as you knew he was close on cumming. san have you a few more powerful thrust as you came first. this time the orgasm hit you harder than any of the others before. san soon pulled out and came on your stomach.

you both were in a daze that you and san couldn’t think straight beside smile at each other. san laid next to you and kissed you. the kiss was warm and passionate as you felt really loved.

“i love you.”

you suddenly said as his eyes grew wide. it was the first time you said ‘i love you’ to him. normally he would be the one saying it to you on a daily basis, but this time, his heart fluttered nonstop and knew that you truly meant it.

“i love you too.”

san got up to get a wet towel, wiping you down and came back to lay down next to you. he starred at you as he watched your eyes closed as you slowly drift to sleep.

#ateez #san #choi san #san smut #ateez smut #ateez hard stans #ughsimpp #ateez masterlist

[xyilous]

A Little Too Much To Drink

had the idea to write another optimus fic, this was the only thing that came to mind that i could really get behind

basically gn reader gets drunk and flirts with boss bot

any continuity, probably fits more with bayverse, romantic reader

cw for alcohol, drinking, maybe anger issues LOL, emetophobia (mention), suggestive, im down bad

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Nothing like a good trip to the bar to finish off a stressful week. Between entitled customers and your boss with her head shoved way too far up her own ass, you wanted, no needed, something to take the edge off. At this point you could explode from sheer annoyance alone, ready and willing to pop anyone in the mouth who dares to tell you to do something else. A few shots ended up multiplying after the initial alcohol ruined your mental clarity, now you’re picking up you’re phone in hopes of being able to get someone to drive you home. Considering it was closing time for a bar, not many are available. However, there’s a certain contact that you’re sure will be willing to come to your rescue at 2am.

Through a couple strange encounters and an unexpected introduction to a small group of cybernetic aliens, known as the autobots, you came to know their leader. He was a respectable mech, one that always stood for what he believed in and always made sure to cary out his duties, even if that means he receives a jumbled slur of words kindly asking him for a ride. Though Optimus wasn’t super keen on human habits and traditions, he knew that there was a substance that affected its drinker the same way high grade did back on Cybertron, by the warping of your voice he knew you got a bit more than you bargained for. After assuring him you were safe, just not suitable to drive home or wanting to get into a car with a stranger, he let you know he got your coordinates and would be at your location as soon as possible.

It took him no time (or maybe it did, your sense of time was swirled just like the weird concoction in your stomach) to show up, the rumble of the Prime’s powerful engine growled outside before abruptly shutting off, moments later his holoform made its way through the doors. By the looks of it he made sure to use a more casual outfit to help blend in, while Optimus glanced around you made the best of those few seconds, watching as his shirt and jeans hugged his body. Perhaps it was the liquor in your system, maybe it was his fault for using such an attractive body. You swung your arm high above your head to flag him down, your hand drunkenly flopping in the air. He caught sight of your goofy face and made his way over towards you, narrowly avoiding other patrons and their drinks. Optimus wormed his way up beside you and let you lean against his chest, hearing you giggle and ramble about something he couldn’t exactly make out.

“Nice to see you as well, but unfortunately I didn’t quite catch that,” That deep voice of his made an appearance, proving to only worsen the warm feeling in you cheeks.

“I said, ‘who gave you the right to stroll in looking so perfect’,” Your head rolled back to allow you to see the face that made your heart skip a beat, watching as his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He looked unsure of what to say, instead choosing to haul you up with a hand around your waist. Stumbling quite a bit, you curled yourself into his hip to try and keep steady the best you could, only for your knees to fail you.

“Won’t you be a doll and pack me out, hm? Be my knight in shining armor?” The grin on your cheeks widened a bit as you looked up at his shy expression before feeling his arms tuck under your back and knees, quite literally sweeping you off your unstable feet. You let out a surprised squeak at the movement, your state made it feel a lot more intense than it was and your hand clung to his shirt to ground yourself. Optimus waited a moment for you to adjust before he maneuvered his way out of the pub and to his alt mode. He sat you in the passenger seat comfortably, ensured you were buckled in safely, before disappearing into his cab and returning with a blanket you left in there a couple weeks ago. It enveloped you in its warmth, by the heat radiating off it one could assume he made sure to warm it up beforehand, what an angel.

The makeshift human mode fizzled out of existence as you laid your head against his window. It was peacefully quiet as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. At some point your brain reared it’s head again, insisting that you make your move.

“Hey, Optimus,” You started, getting a small rev of his engine to let you know he’s listening, “Are you a magnet? ‘Cause I’m feelin’ attracted to you.” The bot remained quiet as a dopey snicker came out of your mouth, your hand was tracing the small details and seams on the door you rested against. He never said anything about it, continuing to drive smoothly down the road.

“You know, if I was a car, I'd need some coolant, because you've got my engine overheating.” Regardless of how ridiculous you sounded, your foggy brain betrayed you by filling your veins with confidence, not allowing you to hear how cheesy your little attempts at flirting are. Optimus stayed silent, simply letting you to get it out of your system.

“Mm, you’re so pretty, you know that..?” The music that’s been playing in the background suddenly became staticky and broken before evening back out, by the sounds of it you took the poor mech off guard. Another giggle slipped out of your lips before you moved and kissed the part of the door your cheek rested against.

“‘Nd so strong too, such a strong bot,” you sighed a bit, clearly just rambling off the top of your head, “You take such good care of me and the others, always making sure to treat me right.” Pressing another small kiss to his door, you sat there for a moment to reel yourself back in.

“…I believe that you had a little too much to drink.” That lovely voice of his echoed out of the speakers and entered your ears, only encouraging you to push further.

“Alcohol doesn’t change how someone feels, sweetheart. Just makes ‘em a little more open, no harm in that.” Your little petname for him slipped out without you even noticing, with your intoxication it wasn’t exactly easy to keep your mouth shut, instead opting to try and play with the leader.

“Personally, I feel that your little nickname is a result of what you drank tonight.” Raising up and pivoting in your seat, you leaned your head against your hand.

“What about a different one then? How’s Doll sound? Maybe Sunshine? Oo, what if i call you Darling, would you like that one better?” Anyone would be able to hear the teasing in your voice, be able to tell that you were doing your best to do the cybertronian equivalent of getting someone hot under the collar. It was silent for a moment, enough to make you worry you went too far, before Optimus broke the silence.

“…Feel free to use what you feel fit, it is your call.” By the way there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, you chose to pet at the passenger seat you rested in, consoling him by muttering soft praises. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, but that didn’t matter now. Maybe it’s because you were drunk at 2 in the morning, but you swore you could feel the truck shudder.

“Why are you so embarrassed, honey? For a Prime you’re not too fond of being sweet talked, hm? It’s a shame really, such a pretty thing like you deserves all the attention.” In the midst of your thirsty rambling you were unaware that he pulled into your driveway, only realizing at the sudden halting caused by his brakes. Sluggishly looking up, you stared for a moment before clambering out of his alt mode.

“Won’t my dear knight allow me to see his handsome face, give me something good to dream about.” Without a moments notice the gears that made up his body twisted and folded in on themselves as he kneeled in his bipedal form, scooping you up into his massive metal palm. Optimus held you close to his chassis as his free servo gently pulled the window to your room open, allowing you to slip inside. As you slipped into your home, you leaned over a pressed another kiss to his digit, not even sure if he could feel such a small sensation. You moved into a house that stood by itself after you met the autobots, wanting them to feel like they didn’t have to hide like they would if you lived somewhere less reserved. Sometimes it could be helpful, like now, where you drunk so much that you can barely stand. When you turned around you were able to see that Optimus, the usually brave and steely leader of the autobot alliance, was acting timid, unable to meet your eyes. Behind his helm you could see puffs of grey dancing their way out of his smokestacks and filling the air, whether they were cooling him off or something else was a mystery to you.

“What’s got you so shy, love? Did I overdo it??” That cocky attitude of yours was quickly overridden by anxiety, you were petrified of the thought of making the boss bot uncomfortable, but you barely had time to finish your question before his optics jumped to you and he interjected.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong, I am just… rather unaccustomed to your… phrases, if you will.” As he spoke he got shy again, the smoke his frame was producing increasing.

“Oh? Allow me to help you get more comfortable then,” A large smirk dug itself across your features as you leaned onto your hands and held yourself up in your window frame, “You know, if I could reach you, I’d kiss all over that big metal face of yours. For a robot you’re quite the looker.” When his expression went from shy to shocked your grin widened, watching as he once again averted his eyes but placed his hand out for you to take your place back on. You used one of his fingers as a stabilizer as the soles of your shoes kept somewhat kept you in place, opting to sit down so you don’t fall 2 stories. This isn’t your first time, but it is your first time with too much alcohol for your little human body to handle.

Optimus, slightly nervously, raised you to meet his faceplates, keeping you at a level that you had room to explore a little bit but not stray anywhere unwanted. It’s your turn to get shy but your drunken confidence won, carefully you pressed your lips to his ‘cheek’, something small just to see his reaction. Those big blue optics of his danced over your much smaller face, cascading you in a bright blue light. A couple more smooches adorned his metal features before a small whirr made its way out of the bot’s frame, signaling that his cooling fans kicked on. The sound made you hum out of curiosity, taking a break from bombarding him with kisses to ask him what that was.

“When cybertronians feel too heated, our bodies will naturally trigger a set of internal fans to keep us at a normal temperature.” It was such a change of pace to see someone so confident turn so bashful, but it was cute nonetheless.

“Heated you say? Do I grind your gears that much, love?” You pulled back with that smirk still glued to your own cheeks, watching as he slightly nodded his head.

“Perhaps you do.” While the words came out of his mouth you made a move by kissing the robot equivalent of his lips, successfully making the bot sputter as he tried to find the words.

“You’re adorable, Optimus.” By now his smokestacks and fans were working overtime to fix his flustered form while you sat kneeled on his palm laughing. After his embarrassment subsided he let out a chuckle of his own, finding himself amused (granted not as much as your slap happy self) at his predicament. Before you could continue your face deadpanned for a moment, before a few dreadful words came out of your mouth.

“I’m gonna puke.”

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[smolkiwi98]

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

Billy getting his wisdom teeth removed and reader has to take care of him 🤣

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Pretty Pink Frozen Cow Juice

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You were in the kitchen scooping some vanilla ice-cream in a bowl for your boyfriend. You had been taking care of him for about 2 hours now and it felt like 24 hours. You love your boyfriend, you…but you never knew he would act this way when he got his wisdom teeth taken out. Thinking about earlier today made you chuckle to yourself, he kept trying to come up with ways not to go, but he had to get this done sooner than later and unfortunately for him you’re the kind of person to get things done sooner. 

When you were finished making his bowl of ice-cream you started to make your way back to his room. You stopped in the doorway examining him. His head was propped up a bit, hair messy and covering his face, blankets covering his whole body like it was the Winter, it made you smile. Billy Hargrove, the big “bad ass” snuggling in some blankets because he got his wisdom teeth taken out. Walking into the room you sat on the edge of his bed and placed your hand on his stomach gently rubbing it “Billy?” You said in a soft voice “Biiiillyy…” You sang. He squeezed his eye  before blinking a few times “Heeey, Baby.” He slurred with a goofy smile. He sounded drunk from the meds that the doctor gave him “Hey.” You said giggling “I brought you the ice-cream you wanted.” You said holding the bowl up a little so he could see it. He looked at the bowl like it was his first meal in a year. “Is it strawberry?” He asked while taking the bowl. You raised an eyebrow at him “Um, you asked for vanilla.” Billy looked at you with puppy dog eyes “Oh…I’ll eat this too.” He said while taking a  bite “But I like the pretty pink frozen cow juice.” You couldn’t help the laugh that came out “I’m sorry what?” Billy furrowed his eyebrows at you and sat up and leaned in closer to you “The. Pretty. Pink. Frozen. Cow. Juice!” He yelled, making you jump a bit. “That’s what I thought you said.” You placed a hand on his wrist “Finish up your frozen cow juice. I have to put more gauze in your mouth when you’re finished.” You said getting up to get some gauze from the bathroom. 

“Billy, please!” You shouted playfully, but also somewhat stern “I need to wash out your mouth and put gauze in your mouth.” Billy kept moving his head away from you and refused to open his mouth, it felt like you were dealing with a child. You groaned and sat on your legs thinking of ways to get him to open his mouth. While you sat there in silence, Billy just watched you. He was watching like he was studying your body language, waiting for you to try and get his mouth open. You could feel his eyes on you, so you lifted your head up and looked at him with big puppy eyes “Please, Billy?” You asked. All he did was shake his head, making you sigh a little “Fine. Fine! If you don’t let me do this then I won’t kiss you or cuddle you for the rest of the year.” Billy froze in his spot. You weren’t serious obviously, but in his state of mind right now he would probably believe anything. He looked down and then back at you like he was thinking. Without another word he opened his mouth wide and waited for you to do what you had to.

After the groaning and mumbling of how awful it was, he finally settled down which meant you got to settle down and rest before going back to washing his mouth out changing his gauze. You both laid in his bed in silence, eyes closed, under the blanket, his head on your chest, and your hand in his hair scratching his head softly. You could hear quiet snores leave his mouth “I love you.” He whispered so softly that you could miss it. You smiled to yourself and leaned down the best you could to kiss the top of his head “I love you too.” And with those words the two of you slept peacefully…until Billy woke up in the middle night wanting pretty pink frozen cow juice.

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[thefirstknife]

Some important stuff in regards to the harassment of developers came from Bungie today. They won a lawsuit against a guy who repeatedly harassed a community manager and his family (not fully confirmed in the official document, but people are fairly certain this is about A_dmg and his family). This is a twitter thread from the lawyer who went into some details about the situation. The court document is also available to read (featuring some of the horrific harassment tactics that were motivated by racism and also used racism as part of the harassment so be advised if you want to read).

This isn't just a win for the individual community manager and Bungie, but also has potential to set a bigger precedent in the future. It's basically the first time this has been done to this extent and some ruling in this case made it clear that companies can pursue this sort of legal action in the future if their employees are harassed and threatened. This is HUGE because the protection of employees in the gaming industry has been abysmal otherwise. This case will allow for the company to file a lawsuit on behalf of their employees in cases of harassment.

Before I add some of the more heinous stuff about this situation below, I want to say that the majority of reactions to this are positive. People are happy that this happened as it did and a lot of people are excited about potential big influence this will have in the future to combatting harassment of this type in the gaming industry.

Extra details and thoughts below (racism tw):

This started because the community manager highlighted a black content creator, Uhmayyze, who is himself a victim of harassment more often than not (usually of racist nature). He is most often harassed because he is unapologetically positive for which people have continuously sent him awful shit and comments. Because he enjoys the game and isn't jumping on the hate train. Just recently he commended Bungie for a ban wave and had hundreds of people hound him on twitter for his comment, including Gladd who started it by specifically replying to Uhmayyze and putting him on blast (warning for a lot of gross comments, including photoshopped screenshots of fake discord texts to make Uhmayyze look bigoted, nsfw images, r slur, suicide baiting and so on). This is important because the incident of real life harassment was fuelled over a community manager highlighting a content creator that is himself being harassed and despised online for the crime of... being positive. And you know, for being black. This situation isn't an isolated incident. The community, including other content creators, are absolutely horrible towards this one person that they feel, I guess, does not follow the content creator NPC questline of hating Bungie and Destiny.

So of course, at some point, someone from that crowd will feel confident and justified taking things further. How dare Bungie promote this person they hate. How dare they focus on a positive creator. They're clearly biased and don't want to listen to criticism, only to "toxic positivity" streamer. How dare a community manager highlight this creator. It's a personal slight to them, and "proof" that Bungie is bad and evil and "ignoring criticism." There's someone out there (and probably not the only one) that hates this creator and the game so much they were willing to harass and threaten a community manager and his family in real life.

The community manager was first harassed by phone with text messages and voice mails featuring racist bile, including apparently a voice mail telling him to "convince Bungie to create options in its game in which only persons of color would be killed." This is the worst part for me and super concerning in general, as well as showing the dedication of this person to racism, motivated by his hatred of a black creator (which also, by proxy, technically makes the streamer being harassed as well). Absolutely ghoulish behaviour.

This escalated to also harassing the CM's wife and resulted in doxing them; the harasser somehow found their address. Most of the reports on this will say that the asshole "sent them pizza" which doesn't truly capture how horrific the incident was. First, it's a random guy who has your address which is concerning enough given that he harasses you by phone already. Apparently the pizza was made to be "inedible" and the delivery was instructed to bang loudly on the door upon arrival to maximise discomfort. The order was also deliberately made to be paid on delivery to create as much pain for the victims as possible. The harasser also kept track of the delivery and then called the family again when it was done to tell them to "enjoy the pizza." The family immediately contacted Bungie who contacted the police and provided the family with protection. There's no telling how this would've escalated had they not been in the position to call Bungie and had Bungie not reacted to them asking for help. It's absolutely crucial here that Bungie is the type of a company willing to immediately assist in this situation.

Immediately following that, Bungie organised a long and expensive manhunt to identify the harasser and bring them court. That's where most of the expenses went; finding the culprit and protecting the employee and his family. This is the money Bungie earned back by this court decision because they could prove that the expenses were caused by a person harassing and threatening their employee.

This is a big win overall for the whole industry. It's Bungie setting a precedent on how a company should protect its employees. No matter what people think about Bungie or big corporations or whatever, this is how you can use a lot of money and power to make sure that your workers have rights to decency and safety. That's huge for the rights of workers and worker protections. I hope it becomes a standard and that any future harassment is prevented altogether or at least punished accordingly.

Naturally, the commentary on the news from a big part of the community is super positive. Unfortunately, there's also a part of the community that has a lot of really awful shit to say about this. The comments on twitter are littered with people who are using THIS specific moment to yell about Bungie being a greedy corporation, how the money they won should be used to "fix the servers" and "make more pvp maps" or how Bungie will greedily put this money "into Eververse" or "into Marathon." There's comments about how time was uselessly spent protecting an employee who should expect harassment anyway, instead of working on "fixing the game."

This is what I mean when I talk about how impossible it is in the current situation to have a meaningful discussion about any sort of criticism or feedback. There's thousands of comments from people who think that this specific instance shows how Bungie is greedy. This is what I mean when I say that none of these people actually understand what they're talking about. You can't make proper criticism when you can't separate game development with a company's legal effort to stop an escalating harassment campaign of an employee. The majority of gamers are simply not fit to offer any criticism or feedback. The idea that we all have something useful to say and that employees at Bungie are obliged to give us their time of the day is simply incorrect.

I genuinely 100% stand by the claim that the recent barrage of content creators promoting the idea that Bungie is "the greediest company in the world that's scamming players and increasing costs out of greed" as well as the idea that Bungie is "abandoning Destiny for Marathon, isn't working on the game anymore and is deliberately ruining it" is the reason for these comments existing. If a big streamer said that Bungie is getting too much money but also not doing anything "good" with it, then any money that Bungie receives (including compensation for expenses they took to protect an employee from active harm) is a result of greed. The nuance of any situation is lost; when you only learn the mantra of "company has money therefore company bad" you WILL end up causing harm for people and you will most definitely not be an advocate of workers rights. That's where we're at right now.

The dehumanisation of people who work at Bungie (and the harassment itself) is a consequence of this crap and other similar crap that's been thrown into the ether for the past year, disguised as "we're just offering feedback." People heard that Bungie is a "microtransaction hell" and that Bungie is only investing in Eververse and Marathon and they feel like this story reflects that; they feel like an employee being harassed is not deserving of proper condemnation and that this isn't important enough and that Bungie is a greedy corpo anyway so who cares about that. They do not understand how companies work, how games are made, the state of the industry as a whole (or the world as a whole), the treatment of employees or workers' rights, and you cannot meaningfully critique a company's business practices without understanding that. And they don't because they think that legal expenses used to protect victims, finding a culprit and bringing their ass to court is money that is being used for game development and that Bungie receiving this money should result in... new pvp maps or "fixed servers."

And there's even seemingly good commentary where people recognise how this is good, but they initiate the comment with "As much as I hate Bungie and Destiny and I think they're awful and greedy and destroying gaming as a whole..." : that's not the time and place. You don't have to excuse your support of a big win for potential new employee protection policies just because those policies are done by a company. Of course it is. Companies are the only ones capable of pursuing this sort of legal action. It's one good way a big company can put their power and money into a good place to actually help people and bring forth positive change. And like, you don't have to tell us how much you despise Bungie before you're "allowed" to admit that this is good news. Sometimes companies do good stuff. It's literally not that complicated.

I hope that this situation will help other employees demand the same protection, that other companies will follow suit and that this will also make potential other harassers rethink whether or not they will engage in this or similar type of behaviour. In the meantime, know that the community is largely positive about this, but that there are still absolutely detestable human beings who should feel ashamed of their reaction to this. They shouldn't feel welcome here. And there's still people doing this to the devs and I hope Bungie takes their asses to court too.

#destiny 2 #bungie #long post #this was a lot and i'm glad it had a happy ending #reading some of the comments unfortunately added to my depression tenfold #as usual the best thing to do if you feel strongly against a content creator or a video game is to leave #simply leaving would've stopped this whole thing #it's why that's my go to response to people who feel super strongly about how bungie is the worst #bro if bungie is the worst thing ever then your feedback will NOT change shit and you gotta go do something else #like if you still enjoy the game and have some criticism that's fine! i do too! #but if your entire online personality is criticism of bungie you gotta rethink your priorities #before you turn into this guy who will owe bungie 500k until the rest of his life #especially if you're a creator with a reach of tens of thousands of people or more. you gotta be careful with what you say #because your words WILL entice this behaviour. there is someone in your audience who will go too far #anyway. wanted this off my chest this whole situation has been super fucked up #and the brunt of it started around the time criticism started getting really bad last year #end of haunted-start of plunder + lightfall showcase which had massive harassment of trans employees online #we have not known peace since then and neither have bungie employees apparently #genuinely disheartening that people can act this way about a video game

[oddballwriter]

The Moon Boys when the Reader comes back from a Night out Drinking

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Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is very drunk, Marc and Jake make reader drink those hangover cure concoctions, the system being decent and good men.  

Author’s Snip: This was just a random thought and I figured I'd write it since maybe some of y'all like to drink hard and party.

Note: Drink responsibly and always have a designated or plan on how to get home without driving yourself.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He stays up all night as best and passes the time as he waits for you to come home

When you do, some of your friends are usually with you so that you aren't walking back home by yourself while drunk

And drunk you are

You still had the ability to tell the difference between the boys

No matter how drunk you were

So when he came to the door and your brain managed to register what you were looking at your face turns from spaced out to pure joy

"Steven!" you slur out in a happy voice as you spread out your arm and stumble into his arms

He catches you and hold you up gently as you nuzzle into his neck and he takes your discarded shoes from you friends with a quiet "Thank you."

When he closes the door and turns back towards the rest of the flat with you still clung onto him

He knows how you usually are when your drunk and acts off that

"Did you have fun? It looks like you did." is what he usually says but really it's him politely asking "You've drank yourself silly, haven't you."

He helps you get ready for bed, since the gods know you'll probably lose focus and pass out somewhere else in your party clothes and makeup

He gently cleans off your makeup with a makeup wipe and gives you some nice and clean pajamas before tucking you into bed and then getting ready for bed himself

Of course, you have a huge hang over in the morning , so he takes care of you during that too by making you some breakfast, giving you painkillers and water, drawing the curtains to protect your eyes, and making you a nice bath to relax in

Marc Spector

Again, your friends walk you home and he's grateful that your friends wouldn't leave you drunk and vulnerable to defend yourself on your own

But once he closes the door after taking you in he starts to scold you about getting so drunk

He's not trying to be a party pooper and shame you for having fun, he sure drinks a good amount himself, but he does get worried

You never see it but he usually paces the living room when it gets super late and you aren't home yet

Marc does help you get ready for bed too but he does all the steps. So unfortunately you need to take a cold shower or bath and both a means to sober up and also get the bar smell off of you

"Marc. The water's cold. :(" "Yeah. I know. But you're completely out of it and I just washed the sheets a few days ago and I don't want you getting that bar smell on them. Get in the tub."

He'll get in with you but he's not up for messing around in it. It's late at night, he just wants you to get some rest before the hang over kicks in, and also you're drunk so you can't really make proper decisions and he's not going to use that to get something out of you

Also he loves you but he does not want to deal with your drunk shenanigans

In the morning he makes you some of those hangover remedies that he knows about

He might be able to get over a hangover faster but you don't have a deal with a murder bird of the moon so its the traditional hangover cure cup, and water, for you

Jake Lockley

Jake prefers to actually pick you up from the bar or wherever you were at since he shadows as a cab driver, so might as well come and get you right where you are

It's not that he doesn't trust your friends to help you walk/get home. He just feels like driving you home

He won't drive your friends home though, he wants to get you home and just says "Where's your designated driver?"

He can handle you when your drunk, he doesn't know how your friends are when drunk though

Once he starts driving home, he rolls down the windows to let you get some fresh air (and in case you need to... you know)

Jake kind of babies you when your drunk and heading home

Like when you walk out of the car he just picks you up and walks the rest of the way with you in his arms

And whenever you whine he coos "Oh pobrecito/a."

He makes you wash up and cleaned off similar to Marc because he knows that you'll be bedridden in the morning so might as well get everything done now

Speaking of the morning after

He also makes you do the remedies but he encourages you in a cheeky way.

"If you can drink a nasty mixed drink at the bar, you can drink this."

He's sweet to you though, he, and the others, help you get over your hang over

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