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imrllytootiredforthis · 11 months

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All in an hour

pairing: felix x reader

summary: A lot can happen in one hour...in other words during what's supposed to be a fun night with all of the others felix instead suffers through a night of desperation, need and finally, pleasure

warnings: dom reader, sub felix, voyeurism (pretty much all of the others watch as felix gets ruined), mommy kink (though the reader's gender is never mentioned) nipple play, biting, marking, humiliation, degradation (felix's called a slut like once or twice), possibly more that i forgot

word count: 1.8k

a/n: yes it's short, i'm working on the changbin fic rn so take what you can get!

A lot can happen in one hour.

In 60 minutes. 3600 seconds.

It's funny how when you break it down like that it seems smaller, more insignificant.

Or sometimes it's the opposite, when your eye is on the clock, counting down the seconds time seems to slow just for the fun of making one suffer.

Funny...

Funny how Felix has been sitting here for exactly that long. Three thousand, six hundred seconds. Each tortuous one feeling like an eternity.

He's experiencing the latter of the two. Watching the analog clock that sits on the side table by the tv. He swears it's broken, the seconds can't possibly be moving that slowly.

But they are.

And he's endured a whole sixty minutes of this insanity.

Of clenching his thighs together, trying to stave off the inevitability of his neediness. Especially in front of all the others.

And friday nights are usually his favourite of the week too.

Because it's the agreed upon day when they all get together, him and all his bandmates and sometimes you if you're off for the night.

The one night a week when they get together in one place, set aside work entirely and watch a movie, play games, eat junk food and be normal people for once, not perfect idols with unblemished skin and the vocabulary of puritans and priests.

Not worrying about their idol images and able to act as they are. Young people who if they weren't in the eye of the public would be in college, running around, experiencing the world of sex, drugs and whatever the hell they wanted.

And for one night, in the privacy of one of the three dorms or possibly your place they could do that. Be that.

But tonight he really can't help but want this to be over as soon as possible.

Really, truly, Felix doesn't want to be rude to any of his friends, the guests of the night but it is anything but his fault that your hand brushes over his inner thigh under the comfort of the blanket that covers the two of you, making him wanna kick them to the curb so that you can have a bit of privacy while he lets you have your way with him.

"Okay Hyunjin, truth or dare?"

And this annoying game, the one that Jisung is having way too much fun with, the lightweight he is, all giggly and fidgety as he points at Hyunjin, shouting as if they aren't sitting next to each other.

"Hmm, truth."

They all groan."Pussy!" Minho clears his throat, giving a good fake cough for measure.

Hyunjin glares but doesn't budge even when Han begs him to.

That's all he's picked all night and anything juicy has been extracted from the first few questions, leaving only the dry and boring yet strange ones that Han's drunk mind will come up with.

"Hmm, let's see,"

Felix nearly jumps out of him skin as you touch him again, a simple brush over his hips, it really should be nothing but he really can't help how sensitive they are and the sweat that begins to run down his temple only prove how easy it is to break his composure.

He zones out just in time to hear the question that Han comes up with.

"Would you rather eat an entire block of blue cheese in one sitting, or drink a whole glass of water from a rain puddle? That children have been jumping in, like all muddy and s..."

His voice tunes out, your hands sliding up and higher, twisting and playing with his already hard nipples. And he doesn't even care anymore. He's ready to kick all of these nerds out right here and now. Or, he's not even sure if he has enough energy to do that-at this point he's willing to let them watch.

Watch you make him cry and whimper and beg, play with his body and use it however you'd like.

He can imagine 50 different positions that you could fuck him in right now.

Missionary and mating press and doggy, you riding him, him riding you; him with his back against your chest just like this, legs spread wide open all on display fo-

"Oh~"

He gasps and you smile. "You have such pretty tits baby, just keep quiet and I'll keep playing with them."

You're practically all over him at this point, groping his tits with one hand, pinching at his swollen nubs, twisting them so hard he has to bite his lip to keep quiet. The other higher up, holding his throat in place as you pepper kisses all over his neck, nipping and licking, laving affection onto every freckle and spot with your tongue.

The blanket does almost nothing to hide your stolen touches. It's not hard to see the bump of your hand on his chest and paired with the fucked-out expression on his face and the fingers wrapped around his throat there's very little left for interpretation.

He can feel their eyes on him. Feel the attention he's gained and can't help the way he flushes under it.

His body burns under the weight of it. Humiliation searing through his body like liquid heat, his panting coming out heavier and more ragged.

No one talks anymore. The game seems to be over and even Han's drunk self has seemed to sober up with the show presented in front of him.

"Isn't he pretty?" You coo, nuzzling gently against his ear before nibbling at the lobe.

"So pretty," Felix isn't sure who said it, his head isn't working right, his vision is blurring and a pathetic whine slips out, shivering against you at the praise.

"Oh, he liked that." you laugh, an edge to your voice he's very sure is matched with a wicked grin even if he can't see you. "You like be called pretty by your friends? Like be watched while I touch you like this?"

He gasps like a fish out of water, nodding and squirming, goosebumps breaking out across his skin. You roll a nipple between your fingers again, pushing the blanket down and off onto the floor, forgotten before grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his chest. Plain instinct takes over as he opens his mouth wide, allowing you to press the fabric into between his lips-red and swollen from being bitten for the last hour.

Part of you is possessive. Part of you wants to keep this pretty, blushing, begging boy to yourself, away from the hungry eyes of the others. His whimpers to your ears only though that's unlikely wherever you are given how loud your baby is.

Instead though, all you can think of is the fact that he's all your's, only your's and you now get to prove that. Make him cum his brains out in front of all of his friends that you pretend not to see looking him with gazes lingering for too long. Force them to see what they will only ever see all while you can play and tease and deny and overstimulate him as much as you want. All while they have no choice but to watch.

"Mommy please, it feels-feels so good!" His hands grasp at yours, pawing at your fingers with no real intent, only clawing at your wrists like his body has no idea what else to do with itself.

He's always been particularly sensitive but it's only been increased by the tenfold now. He's sure he could come from this and this alone, From your fingers and your lips and the weight of hungry eyes devouring the scene in front of them.

"Please Mommy, please don’t stop." His hips buck up into nothing and you place a hand there, pinning his pelvis down with surprising strength.

“Baby," your tongue laves attention over his jawline, voice dropping low. "Putting on a show. You look like a slut.”

Others murmur agreement and his entire body burns in white-hot shame, unable to help the way his hips thrust, trying against you until you pinch his hip, hissing for him to behave.

He wants you to say it again. More than he should.

To his delight, you do.

"Presenting yourself to the entire room like a cheap slut." you say it nonchalantly, so much so that it makes him feel dizzy. "Moaning like a pornstar, look at you. Why, you're practically a natural." Pursing your lips and continuing on, tilting your head like you're telling him the news, how the weather is. Talking as if you're not degrading him within an inch of his life and he's not about to cum from the words alone.

Like it’s normal conversation.

Like this is a normal occurrence.

“Yes! I-I'm” The word crumbles on his lips, voice cracking into a high pitched mewl when your mouth slots against the hollow spot of his collarbone, tongue dipping in before you suck his warm skin. "I-" he gasps, "I can't."

Your mouth moves higher, right beneath his ear. "You will."

And then you bite him-hard.

Right on a pretty little freckle, teeth digging into his neck in a way that feels so inexplicably good that Felix keens.

Too much.

Back arching away from you, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his eyes flutter open and closed for a few seconds before rolling back completely.

Too good.

With the eyes on him. With your fingers rolling his nipples between your fingers. With your teeth sunk into his skin and the way your tongue laves attention around it, soothing the bite, warm and wet.

He's so fucking pretty, is all you can think, is all you're sure anyone can think.

Especially now, like this. All open and vulnerable like he's being presented. It's a wonder that your fingers haven't danced their way down to his sweatpants where an obvious bulge makes itself apparent.

The reality hits him as his head spins, his breath a heave.

He just came in front of all of his friends.

And an even harder truth hits him when he realizes just how much he wants you to do it again.

Of just how much he wants you to now overstimulate him to hell and back. In front of all of them.

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jamimix · 6 months

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Lipstick # 4 💄

Imagine your genshin S/O making you try on lipsticks of different colors and shades and then making you kiss them on their face to see if it suits them too.

Kazuha (For my bestie who is currently getting ready for their thesis defense):

Sadly for him, you don't like wearing lipsticks. Meaning, you don't have any on hand that he can test with. And he's not about to be wasteful by buying so many just to be not used again.

Fortunately, with the help of a friend who somehow got 20 spare lipsticks that were only used once by his own partner, he was determined to do this with you.

But first, he got to find a way to convince you.

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Your Kazuha is drunk.

You looked at Venti blankly as he handed your boyfriend to you with a sheepish chuckle. Said boyfriend was quick to snuggle in your arms, preventing you from going after his friend.

"Well, he's all yours. Bye!" Venti didn't even give you a chance to scold him for getting your lightweight boyfriend drunk.

"My love..." Kazuha whined in your arms as you bring him inside, sitting him down on couch. Once you so so, he leans closer to your face, a whiff of sake greeting your nose, but it wasn't too strong as he probably got drunk from just a shot or two.

"I want kisses."

"Kisses?" You repeated, amused at how adorable he's being.

"Yes... here." He pointed at his cheek, hand swaying a bit.

You sighed, aware of how much of a simp you are for this man that you'd do it, before nodding. Leaning in, you tried to kiss him.

However, before your lips can touch his skin, he suddenly stopped, narrowing his eyes like he's thinking. Well, as much as a drunk person can think.

"No... no wait." He gently pushes you away before drunkly reaching under the coffee table, almost falling off the couch if it weren't for your hand quickly moving to make sure he doesn't.

Kazuha muttered a quick thank you before handing you a box half filled with lipsticks.

"What is this for...?" He merely sends you a look that has you sighing in defeat. You eyed the contents of the box before hesitantly choosing one of the lipsticks, a red one that is almost as red as the streak on Kazuha's hair.

You applied it on your lips, a bit slowly since you're not used to putting one on.

When you looked back to Kazuha, you see him watching you with a loving gaze that made you a bit flustered. Even when he's drunk, he always seek to find his way to your heart.

As his drunk mind finally realized that you're done applying it, he eagerly leaned his face closer to you. His cheek looking like a blank canvas, ready to be painted.

"Please?" He whispers with pout, making your heart clench at his cuteness. You calmed your raging heart first before giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek, leaving a kiss mark once you pulled away.

"There. Now can you-"

"More. Please, love." ...You should've expected this. But how can you refuse?

Another kiss.

"More..."

And another.

"More..more..more..." You had to reapply the same lipstick when noticed that the next marks are not as vivid.

It wasn't long before Kazuha passed from his drunknes. Still, you made sure that every inch of his face and neck is covered with red lipstick. It suits him.

You only stopped when you realized that there wouldn't be any of the lipstick left if you keep this up.

When you rummaged through the box Kazuha gave you, you frowned. None of it are like the current one that you've used.

"... I should buy more of this." You mutter under your breath, ignoring all the others, wanting only this one lone lipstick.

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After a few hours, Kazuha finally woke up, his head throbbing with hangover. You're not there with him, much to his confusion. But he's grateful for the water and hangover pills you left on the coffee table.

As he finished drinking the two, his eyes spots the box of lipstick, looking untouched, making a sad sigh leave his lips as he thought that he failed in his endeavour.

However, he spots his reflection on the mirror at the wall, immediately shaking off his distraught, hope blooming in his heart.

When he counted up the lipsticks, a grin grew on his face. He's quite happy to see at least one lipstick got approved.

Diluc is next on our list 👀

Once I'm done doing 3 more of this, I might go back and start updating my SAGAU again.

(Tagging you again for this, @neigesprincess!)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #genshin kazuha x reader

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ooffmlsorry · 7 months

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Getting Drunk with One Piece Men

sabo, ace, law, zoro, sanji

A/n: Ngl writing drunk characters is my bread and butter. Idk man. It's just how I am.

Content: gender neutral except female pet names in Zoro's

SABO

Y'all become idiot 1 and idiot 2, honestly you might even fight over who gets to be idiot 1

Koala's so tired of y'all omg this poor woman deserves a vacation from the two of you

You can drink him under the table, he's such a lightweight

I'm so sorry to tell you your man's a wanderer. At least once you're going to turn around and say "where'd Sabo go????" Half of your night might be spent looking for him

Despite being drunk Sabo's still a gentleman, you two are gonna stumble down the street arm and arm, he'll walk on the outside of the sidewalk closer to the street to keep you safe, and he likes getting your drinks for you

He drinks sugary drinks and will have a HORRIBLE hangover in the morning

He's not necessarily an angry drunk but he is a loud argumentative one, when he inevitably wanders off you're going to find him loudly arguing on behalf of the revolution and shit talking the world government to anyone that listens and to anyone who won't

You're also going to give each other increasingly stupid dares and stunts throughout the night

Gets affectionate as the drunkness gets closer to tiredness and then he turns into a cuddly man baby

Y'all also both crash pretty unceremoniously. Hack is going to find you two curled up in a coat closet together with a random dog and a dick drawn on your face???

ACE

two words: GOOFBALL ALERT!! He's unserious normally but when he's drunk unless something really, really bad is going down, don't expect a serious response out of him

So LOUD!!

"Ace, why are you yelling? I'm right here."

"I'M YELLING???"

You're all of his impulse control for the night and if you don't have any either than good luck to Marco...

Will loudly brag about you to anyone who listens. Probably does a toast just because you exist and will probably say something he shouldn't

Please stay near him, he just wants you to be right next to him. If you're a wanderer you're gonna stress him out real bad and he's gonna start spiraling. He's just physically clingy, he's got his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your shoulder, sitting on his lap would make him very happy. -10 personal space.

Lights a shot of liquor on fire and drinks it to impress you. Every. Single. Time.

Speaking of that he repeats SO MANY of the same stories he's told you before

Also wants to dance with you, you've got no option unless you absolutely hate it

Tells you he loves you once every 2 minutes. please say it back. Don't be surprise if he proposes to you a couple of times when he's drunk

Inevitably starts crying...the later it is the more likely it is to happen. Just be prepared to coddle him and be covered in snot before morning.

LAW

First of all, it's gonna take a lot to get this man to actually drink. He's not a fan of being out of control. But he would do it, especially if someone told him he couldn't or told him not to

He also doesn't have the highest tolerance, the fact that he's tall is the only thing saving him from being a lightweight

You know he's drunk because he gets really expressive and talks with his hands a lot more.

I'm telling you this man is going to start talking about his coins. Fucking coins. And Sora. He's gonna out himself as a huge fucking nerd.

He's the most self aware drunk you've ever met. For the entire night he's fully aware of the things he shouldn't be doing/saying and still does them.

"I've had way too much, Y/N-ya. This is going to be awful."

*Gets another drink*

This also includes being all over you. If your relationship was a secret it's not anymore because he can't stop staring at you and keeps finding his way back to your side. And he does this thing where he keeps inspecting your hands and fingers??? He's captivated by them. You think he's trying to hold your hand without looking like he's holding your hand??? But it's kind of unclear????

The more I think about it the more I'm certain that drunk Law turns into a little weirdo.

If you touch him at all he's going to turn into putty, like his face is just gonna look like 🥴

Might start telling you secret dumb thoughts that he has or recalling good memories with Cora.

If Luffy or Kid is there he won't say no to a challenge, he doesn't say no anyway but it's so. much. worse.

He's gonna have to drink enough to put him to sleep or he's going to sober up and recall the horror of what drunk!Law was like

Please act like none of it ever happened. Please.

ZORO

This man is gonna fall asleep.

Can Zoro even get drunk???

Well, hell froze over and he did. Somehow.

Drunk Zoro is surprisingly friendly, he even almost compliments Sanji which is WILD

Like he kind of has something nice to say about everyone worth saying something nice about

There's still something really intimidating about him especially if anyone makes you uncomfortable

Suddenly Zoro can't remember your name and only refers to you as "my girl" or "woman"

Honestly, he can't believe you're actually dating him and he'll tell you several times

Will probably say something like "damn, I keep forgetting how pretty you are. 'S fucking weird."

Teases you a lot. He's like a kid pulling your pigtails because he likes you. As soon as you do it back you're going to get a big reaction out of him though

"OI! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR???"

"NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT!!"

He might play fight with you lmao, be prepared to be manhandled because he's rough around the edges but man does he love you

Like I said...this man is inevitably going to fall asleep, hopefully you were done partying by that point because he's not letting go of you. You're stuck. Sorry. You're his new nighttime plushie.

SANJI

Oh Sanji *long sigh*

He thinks he's being smooth but he's boderline incoherent when he's really drunk

He's gonna hype you up!! A LOT!!!!

Probably the most normal drunk because he's already a perv and being drunk doesn't make it that much worse

He can be a little petty though lol, not towards you but you might hear him muttering something here or there

Wants to take a bunch of pictures with you

Unfortunately over half of them are gonna be a blurry mess

Absolutely wants to dance with you

He's not drinking nasty alcohol

Honestly, he's kind of giving Brittany Broski in the sense that depending on what drink he has he's gonna gag

Sidenote: he could theoretically stomach it, Zeff didn't raise no bitch(/j) but why torture him??

So excited you exist??? Like for a moment he's gonna get philosophical and be in complete awe that the two of you exist at the same time and met??? How lucky can he be!!!?

Actually, drunk Sanji gets kind of deep after a while, especially when the two of you are alone

He's not gonna cook drunk. Big no-no. That's a hazard. But if you were drunk and hungry or wanted to sober up he'll make you a cup of coffee and something that doesn't require fire or a lot of knife skills

Would rather whisk you away somewhere quiet to be alone with you after a while. Like, he's not a wanderer per se, but he wants to be alone with you

Leans on you a lot when he's drunk

He might definitely be the little spoon that night, he gets so soft by the end of the night just hold him, okay?

#law x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader headcanon #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #ace x reader #zoro x reader #sabo x reader #one piece

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vermithorn · 2 years

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* PRETTIEST

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader!stark

summary: drunk shenanigans, a confession appears.

author's note: fucK yall aemond MY BABYGIRLLLLLLL, anyways, please enjoy and remember english isn't my first language! < 3

getting drunk wasn’t on your plans for the night, but seeing how everyone was having fun around you, even queen alicent was getting wasted a few seats from you.

okay then.

there was nothing better than dornish wine, that was a fact you verified right there. sitting next to aegon did you no good, he was a menace drinking alcohol, challenging you to take your drink faster than him, obviously, a trap in aegon's eyes but you weren't dumb enough to get drunk in three cups of wine.

or that's what you thought.

you found yourself with aegon whispering encouraging words in your ear, he was giggling like a child committing fraud, with a goofy smile watching you stand up and wobble over to the end of the table, where his little baby brother was sitting, with an exasperated face.

aemond was ready to commit murder, aegon was looking at him like he did him a favor sending you like a present for him.

“p-prince aemond, would you like to dance with me?” you stuttered, a flush creeping up your face. aemond sighed, but that just encouraged you more.

“lady stark, i will escort you back to your chambers, let’s go.” aemond quickly got on his feet and started walking towards the door, expecting you to follow him. you turned back to face aegon with a confused face but he was doing a double thumbs up at you, you took it as a good sign and followed prince aemond quickly.

“my prince, can i say something?” aemond sighed again, tired of his brother’s antics to make you talk to him while drunk.

“what is it?” he stopped walking to face you this time.

you fully blushed to look up at him with doe eyes while he watched you intently. he was attractive, no, he was more than attractive, he trained every day, of course, his body was muscular under his robes, that was out of the question. his sharp jawline made you swoon over him, not to mention his cheekbones… and the best part of his face? his eye, he was gorgeous, even when he tried to avoid your stare locking with his, you were grateful every second he held your gaze.

“you’re very pretty.” of course you caught him off guard, but he was not going to show it.

“that's all? we should keep going then.” he turned around to look away from you, but you were quick with your drunken reflexes to catch his arm to make him stay in place, looking at you.

“no, that's not all,” you were a fucking lightweight, gods be good to you. “i think you're the prettiest man in the seven kingdoms,” you said nodding, his eye widened at your words.

“you're drunk, my lady, please let me escort you to your chambers safely,” he implored, voice soft.

you still had his wrist firmly grabbed, he could free himself from your grip easily with a swift move, but he was still in front of you, begging.

you gave him a good look, and he looked defeated, “my prince, don't think for a moment my words are untrue, i mean them with my whole heart.” you frowned and he looked away, his wrist still in your possession.

he said nothing, so you took it as a sign to get closer to him, your bodies a few centimeters away. your free hand went to his jaw slowly, trying to not scare him away.

but he wasn't scared easily.

“my prince, wine was apparently the only way these words would come out of my mouth like this,” you took a deep breath, “i think you know how shy i am, it took more than a few words of encouragement from your brother and more than a few cups to get me to stand up and walk to your side of the table back there.” aemond looked like he was considering your words carefully.

“so please, my prince, do not think my words are deceitful, or a joke of some sort, i mean them,” aemond nodded softly against your hand. “if you allow me, i could tell you all the things i love about you.”

aemond felt his face getting red at your words, finally getting his arm back from you he placed his hand on yours, melting in your embrace.

“thank you, my lady.” he smiled weakly.

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manicplank · 4 months

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One more before I go to bed.

Alcohol tolerance headcanons (and how they act) (tiny suggestive warning for one of them)

Peppino: This one I see a lot, but he is definitely a lightweight. Doesn't drink much mostly because he doesn't like the taste. Only takes a few drinks for him to get wasted. He probably had a few drinks in before he was kicking Gus and The Noise in the cover for the OST. He becomes super fun when drunk. Dancing, singing, laughing; you'll see a side of Peppino you never knew existed.

Gustavo: A medium-weight. Doesn't drink often and doesn't drink too much at parties. He gets loose when he's drunk but not to the same degree as Peppino. Cracks a lot of jokes that make no sense. Gets lovey. Wants hugs, tells people how much he loves them and how beautiful they are. Once made Peppino cry after he told him how much he meant to him. The whole "you're my best friend" schpeel.

Mr. Stick: A medium-weight. Prefers wine. Turns into a person instead of a penny pinching seagull. Will open up and have decent conversations. He talks about fun times he had, be it in childhood or college. He'll actually talk your ear off. Talks about why he got into finances. Talks about money, that's inevitable. Not much of a party animal. Enjoys watching the others make themselves look stupid.

Pepperman: HEAVYWEIGHT. He can drink ANYONE under the table except John. Can drink all night and never be TOO drunk. Lets loose. That artsy fartsy narcissist persona disappears. He still talks about art, just not as much. Laughs a lot. Will listen to what you have to say instead of talking over you.

The Vigilante: Somewhere between lightweight and medium-weight. It only takes a few shots of whiskey for him to be off his ass drunk. Trips over his own boots. Laughs a lot, slurs his words. "Sspose to be... Thissws spose to be funn. Whys is, whys is nobody country line dancing? Ss not a party wifout line danssin." His drunk laugh probably sounds like Seth Rogan's.

The Noise: Medium-weight. Can handle most of his liquor. He usually gets giddy and silly. Wants to dance, joke around, probably might light something on fire. Would end up doing drunk karaoke just to be unusually good at it. Doesn't know his limits. Thinks he can handle more than he can, gets blackout drunk and pukes. He likes to run away and be a little shit. He also gets really affectionate when drunk. Wants hugs and kisses and snuggles. Sometimes even gets a little uh... TOO affectionate if you catch my drift. Likes to be dared to do dumb shit. "You guys think I could kick this gas pump hard enough so it'll explode? I'm gonna fuckin do it."

Noisette: Medium-weight. Likes mimosas... Likes mimosas A LOT. Bottomless brunch is her weakness. Gets super bubbly and giggly when drunk. Will laugh at anything. You could point at a pebble, and she'd bust out laughing. As much shit as she gives Noise for getting too drunk, she has also been in his shoes the same amount of times. They take turns on who gets to get drunk and who gets to be the babysitter. Knows her limits. Might suddenly start crying about anything. Would cry because she felt bad for laughing at that pebble earlier. "BUT WHAT IF IT MADE THE PEBBLE SAAAAD."

Fake Peppino: NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. Took a sip of Pizzahead's wine once. Was an unstoppable force of energy. Got too silly. Many casualties and thousands of dollars worth of damage. All because of ONE sip. NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK.

Pizzaface: Simply doesn't drink. Watches everybody act like idiots. He's the one who pointed at the pebble. "Noisette, look at that pebble." (insert Noisette laughing hysterically)

Pizzahead: HEAVYWEIGHT. Had a drinking contest with Pepperman once; lost. Pouted and didn't talk to Pepperman for like a month. Can drink like 10 drinks before he's actually drunk. Can drink 10 more before he's DRUNK. Turns into even more of a party animal than he already is. Dancing, singing, screaming. When they're both drunk, he and The Noise are BEST FRIENDS. They go hand-in-hand to create the world's craziest party. Probably dances like a whore and gets yelled at for it. Then he dances normal.

Pillar John: Another HEAVYWEIGHT. Can drink more than Pepperman. It takes enough alcohol to kill a small elephant to get John drunk. He doesn't even drink often, he's just like that. Likes to dance and joke around. Usually wins at beer pong. Gets a lot like Gustavo and starts talking about how much he loves everyone except for Pizzahead.

Gerome: Doesn't drink. Sober bro, but still knows how to have a good time. Will stop John from drinking too much or doing something stupid while drunk. He keeps an eye on John, everyone else is on their own.

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littencloud9 · 1 month

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kunichuu + "you're not winning"

hehehe hii!! the sillies ever

"You're not winning," Kunikida mutters under his breath. Unfortunately, Chuuya hears him, and they squawk indignantly. "What the hell kind of boyfriend are you!" From the other end of the table, Yosano holds a glass of wine, swirling it around. She watches them with a confident smirk. Her lips are stained red. "You're a lightweight, sweetheart," Kunikida sighs. "You can't defeat Yosano-sensei in a drinking game. I don't think you can defeat anyone, to be ho—" He's interrupted by Chuuya tugging on his ribbon, dragging him roughly. Before Kunikida can say anything else, he's silenced with a fierce kiss. Yosano makes a gagging noise that goes ignored. When they separate, Chuuya has a fire blazing in their eyes. Kunikida should've known better than to say they cannot do something, because now, Chuuya will do absolutely everything to prove him wrong. Even if it means passing out in the process. He shakes his head. How did he fall in love with such an idiot? "If I win," Chuuya begins, poking their finger to Kunikida's chest, "you will let me do whatever I want. For... for a week!" He holds back a laugh. "Sure. I'll even let you blow up Dazai's dorm." "Fuck yes!" Chuuya pours themself a glass of wine, raising it to Yosano. "Bring it on." Yosano grins, clinking their glasses together. "Of course." Chuuya ends up passing out after three glasses. Kunikida expected nothing else.

#god they are losers i hate them (i love them so much)#also yosano bc I MISS HER. her and chuuya being drinking buddies is so funny to me. her ass does NOT wanna take care of a drunk chuuya #anyway thank you for the ask <333 #clau <3 #kunichuu #bsd #yosano akiko #my writing

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Tequila Sunrise (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You get drunk with your best friend after his gig, and the only evidence you have of anything that happened after you blacked out is a stack of Polaroids you find in his dresser the next morning.

Warnings: tequila, naked Eddie, explicit descriptions of s*xual acts, anxiety, scrambled eggs (sorry vegans)

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: inspired by / accompaniment to this photo edit by @eddieonfilm. it's an unofficial collab but a beautiful one. this might be my favorite fic i've posted. characters are aged up bc i am also aged up. also whenever i censor s*x in my descriptions i always imagine myself saying it like miranda hart. just. very awkward and tall and british. trying to be decent for bbc standards and practices.

(edit by eddieonfilm. original by @zerlinity )

The first thing that hits you is the pain. It's achy, throbbing, like a sinus infection conjured up by the devil himself. You roll over, groaning at the way your head feels like it's filled with bricks.

Something heavy shifts around your waist - a grip you don't notice until it tightens. Someone else's skin against yours.

Your eyes shoot open. You're not asleep on the pull out couch in Eddie's living room like you remember agreeing to last night. You're in his bed. And you think you might be naked.

Panic overrides your growing hangover and you sit straight up, trying to remember something, anything, from the previous evening. It was late when the gig ended, and Eddie didn't like the idea of you taking the long train ride back to your apartment alone - he offered to let you stay at his instead, which you did. You got slices of pizza from the place downstairs; came up and ate them with a couple beers. You were both already tipsy, and Eddie kept teasing you about what a lightweight you are.

And of course you opened your big stupid mouth and bet him you could drink him under the table.

That's when the tequila came out. That's where your memory ends.

To your relief, you look down and find your torso covered by a faded black t-shirt. You're horrified all over again when when you realize it's ridden up over your waist, everything south of it exposed. Your panties are on the floor beside the bed.

There's a sharp intake of breath beside you, followed by the rustling of sheets and a dip in the mattress. You look over and see that Eddie is also awake, shirtless, and now laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment he side eyes you, not moving his head but meeting his lovely brown irises with yours. Despite yourselves, you smirk at each other.

"You look like shit," Eddie comments.

"I feel like shit," you reply.

He chuckles, running his large palm down his face.

"Yeah... me too."

His hand finds your back, rubbing it gently as you lean over with your face in your palm, trying to ride a wave of pain that crashes at the inside of your skull. You wonder how he can be so calm. Casual about something so intimate.

"... Did we fuck?" he wonders.

You let out a heavy sigh, the question making your headache that much worse.

"If we did you weren't very good at it," you remark. "I'm not sore at all."

The pillow he'd been laying on smacks against the side of your head. You shriek, and Eddie grins despite the grimace that pinches his brows.

"Not so loud," he groans. "I feel like I've got a knife between my eyes."

"Shoulda thought of that before you brought out the tequila."

"I'm not the instigator here, tuts."

He sits up and nestles his chin into the crook of your neck, giving you an impish smile.

"I think you lost your little drinking game."

You plant your hand over his face and shove him off you. He chuckles as he flops back down onto the mattress.

Tugging your t-shirt (which you now realize is actually Eddie's) down so you don't reveal anything more than you want him to see with sober eyes, you crawl off the mattress, intent on finding anything with caffeine you possibly can in his kitchen. You pause when something on his dresser catches your eye.

A Polaroid.

A Polaroid of your tits.

You snatch it up, staring at it in horror. What's even worse is that there's more of them, scattered across the cigarette-burned wood and stained carpet below. You sift through them, thankful at least for the fact that they aren't just of you. Many of them are of Eddie - holding a lighter to the cig between his lips, head flung back as he takes a shot, tongue hanging out and middle fingers up, mid-laugh.

His bare torso spread out on his sheets as he smirks up at you.

His hand gripping the small of your back while he tugs at the waistband of your panties with his teeth.

His head between your legs, lips pressed to the inside of your thigh.

You jolt when Eddie's arms curl around your middle, a gesture much more involved than what your relationship (or at least your relationship before the night previous) entails. He plucks one of the photos out of your hand, letting out a little cackle.

"Damn, looks like we did fuck last night," he muses.

His expression suddenly drops, going from amused to grim in less than a second. You catch the change in the mirror and whip around to face him.

"What?"

He swallows heavily, like his throat is full of sand.

"I, uh... We didn't... I... I don't have condoms."

You blink.

"... What?"

You smack at his chest, focusing on the slap of his skin against your palms so you don't faint.

"You're in a band!" you shout. "Why don't you have fucking condoms, Eddie?!"

"You've met my band!" he yells back at you. "We're fucking dorks! You really think we're all getting pussy 24/7? Women terrify me! And I don't want a fucking STD!"

"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE CONDOMS!"

You slump back against the dresser, any bit of humor you could possibly find in having been drunkenly railed by your best friend completely vaporized. You're not on birth control, and as far as you know, your reproductive bits work exactly as they're supposed to - possibly even better than they're supposed to, since you've been ovulating for the past week and, subsequently, hornier than usual. Unless Eddie got a vasectomy he hasn't mentioned, there's no way you're not harboring a little stowaway.

"Hey."

The warmth of Eddie's palms settling against your cheeks snaps you out of your downward spiral. He gently tilts your head up so you meet his eye, his panicked demeanor replaced by the soft, calm side of him you've only seen a handful of times. It's enough to send the tears stinging your waterline spilling over onto your cheeks.

"No way in hell I'm letting you have a kid, least of all my fucking kid. There's a pharmacy on the corner. We'll walk down together, get you some Plan B - that I'll pay for - and have breakfast at the diner next block over. Yeah?"

You nod, sniffling and wiping at your now blotchy, tear-stained face.

"Yeah," you agree. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Yeah."

The journey to the pharmacy is silent, but not uncomfortable. Eddie walks with his arm linked in yours, keeping you pressed to his side as if trying to shield you from prying eyes; he doesn't leave you alone, either, a hand always at the small of your back or locked around your shoulders.

As you make your way out of the contraceptive aisle, he tosses a few pregnancy tests and boxes of condoms into your basket, "just as a precaution". The woman who rings you up takes one look at the scandalous haul and tsks, fixing you with a shaming, disdainful glare.

"Something wrong?" Eddie quips. He wraps an arm around you, tucking you behind him ever so slightly so you're out of the woman's eyeline.

"No," she responds through tight lips. "Sixty-two eighty, please."

At the diner, Eddie asks for a booth in the corner, away from the counter and the front door. You unwrap the medication and take it as instructed, swallowing it down with a cup of weak, slightly burnt coffee. The heavy, greasy plate of hash browns and eggs you're served stills your spinning headache, grounding you along with the feel of Eddie's hand on your thigh.

"How you feeling?" he asks once you return to his apartment.

You nod, too shy to meet his gaze.

"Better," you tell him. "... Thank you."

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, taking the few steps forward he needs to reach you and wrapping you in a tight, tender hug. You don't hesitate to return it, your hands gripping at the thin fabric covering his back.

"I got you," he murmurs into your hair. "It's gonna be okay."

You can't bring yourself to leave him, so you spend the rest of the day on his couch, watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and listening to him strum nervously at his guitar. Around dinner time, he offers to pick you up a pizza to share, which you say you'll pay for to thank him. He doesn't let you.

While he's gone, you take a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night's debauchery. You step out of the bathroom to find him reclined on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, cigarette dangling between his lips as he sorts through the Polaroids that were left on his dresser. A box of fresh pizza lays open on the kitchen counter; three slices are missing, and there's a paper plate and napkin waiting for you (you're not sure Eddie even owns any actual dishes).

"You should quit smoking if you're gonna be a dad," you tease him in a deadpan, joining him on the couch with dinner in hand.

He chuckles, tossing a photo of your tongue licking at the head of his cock onto the table. You hate that the sight is so... appealing to you. That you're a little disappointed you don't remember doing it. That you kind of want to do it again.

"Maybe if I'm lucky it'll stop my balls from working," he mumbles.

His hands stop shuffling as he looks at the photo currently in them. He removes the cig from his mouth, exhaling long and slow; contemplative. You lean over to see what's caught his attention.

To your surprise, it's a picture of your face. You're pressed into the pillow on the right side of his bed, eyes lidded, lips curled into a blissful smile, hair knotted with traces of his fingers having run through them and yanked at your scalp. You're clearly fucked out. But you're also... gazing at him. Seeing him. Giving him the kind of heart eyes you only ever do when you're sure he's not looking.

"I remember why I took this one," Eddie says. "I thought... I thought you looked really pretty. My heart felt like it was gonna... fuckin' explode or something. I was wicked happy I finally had you in my bed and that you were gonna fall asleep next to me and... I wanted to keep that moment."

"... Finally?"

His eyes snap up, clearly shocked that he said that exact word out loud. For a moment he says nothing. For a moment you're unsure what the hell there is to say.

But then you're throwing yourself onto him, latching your arms around his neck and trapping his waist between your thighs, holding him like he's the last thing you're ever going to touch. He hugs you back, burying his face in your shoulder, his hands reaching up under your shirt to stroke loving patterns along your back.

"I love you, Eddie Munson," you whisper into his neck.

"I love you," he breathes. "God... I fucking love you. So fucking much."

BONUS:

you and eddie lean over the sink in his apartment, staring at the overturned pregnancy test inside it.

"ready?" you ask.

he nods.

you flip it over.

one pink line.

eddie shrieks - literally shrieks - with relief and lifts you into his arms, spinning you until you're dizzy.

"oh thank god," he gasps, repeatedly kissing your cheek. "ohhhhhh thank god thank god thank god. i'm gonna celebrate by fucking you dumb."

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yanderepuck · 11 months

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WhOA ARTHUR SMUT???? FROM ME??? AND I WASN'T HELD AT GUN POINT???

it was going to be Theo and I changed it last minute. You're welcome whores.

This starts out cute and like fluff...until you click read more.

How are these two lightweights? They come to the pub at least three nights a week for a drink and to gossip and they still can't hold their liquor? You'll never understand it.

But Theo and Arthur decided to have some extra fun and drink much more than they could handle. You came along to have a few drinks too, and to make sure they'll actually make it home rather than falling into the Seien.

But then it started to rain. Really rain. Down pour with thunder. There's no way you're getting these two drunks back to the mansion by yourself in the rain.

Luckily there is an inn connected to the pub. You step away to get a room for the three of you. You would be dying of embarrassment walking into an inn room with two guys from the bar if not for everyone there knowing they are regulars.

You actually take them to the room separately. They each have to put their weight on you as they walk so that they don't fall. And even with you they still lean against the wall and drag their feet.

You get Arthur there first and help him into the bed, which is more like walking him to the edge and pushing him off of you. He let out a low groan as he moves himself to get more comfortable.

"Come'er love," hes trying to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers can barely function.

You sigh "Stay here while I get Theo," you move the trash can closer to the bed just in case.

Then you leave the room, go back down to the bar and help Theo to his feet.

"Hondje!" He shouts, louder than you know what he intended.

Sigh. "Yes.. That's me," he didn't say anything else and tried standing on his own, stumbling.

You get back to the room and Theo falls face first into the bed. Only Arthur wasn't just on one side so Theo fell on him.

Theo doesn't bother taking any of his clothes off before crawling up to the pillow to fall asleep. Meanwhile Arthur is struggling to get his shoes off.

How did you end up being the responsible one.

"Oi! Theo!" Long pause. "Theo!"

Theo groans and is now trying to get under the blanket.

Sigh.

You help Theo get his shoes and coat off. He's trying to say something but he's either too drunk or it's in dutch... Or both.

Arthur falls off the bed trying to get his shoes off.

"Arthur I told you I would help you in a moment."

You go over and help him back up. He holds onto you, groping your ass. "There's a few ways you could help me," he smirks. His words are slurred but you understand for the most part.

"Lay down," you push him back onto the bed and get his shoes off.

He could barely unbutton his shirt but now he's trying to get his belt off.

"Go to sleep, Arthur."

"Mmm, say my name again."

Sigh. You just cover him with the blanket with Theo and turn the light off. Maybe he'll be like a bird and just fall asleep if it's dark.

You sit in a chair by the window and listen to the rain. So much for having a fun night drinking. They both had two drinks and were under the table.

After some time of listening to the rain you start getting tired.

You look over to the bed and see the outline of Arthur being the big spoon to Theo, both seemingly passed out. If they are both asleep nothing is going to happen.

You get up, getting your own shoes off and scrunch yourself up on the empty ledge of the bed. Even if you just get a few hours of rest that would be fine.

You think it's been a few hours. You wake up to the feeling of something against your back. You gently wiggle your body to realize it's now, Arthur spooning you. Not just spooning you though, his hand is up your shirt cupping your breast.

He seems to still be asleep though. Did he really move into this position while asleep and drunk?

You try moving his hand from under your shirt but it just goes right back, now squeezing firmer.

"Arthur..." You groan, not wanting to deal with this right now.

"Yes, love~" his lips graze against your ear, his hot breath on your neck.

He slept just enough to get rid of most of the buzz.

"Go back to sleep, Arthur," you try to move his hand again, but then he begins massaging your breast and you surprise yourself with a moan.

"Such a beautiful voice," he talks barely above a whisper. Maybe it is louder and the rain is drowning him out, you can't fully tell.

He wraps a leg over your body and kisses your neck. "Drinking can get me so . . . Worked up," he took a pause as if looking for the right words to say.

But what didn't get him worked up.

You push your ass into his crotch instinctively. "We aren't alone, remember? Theo is right behind you."

"Oh he drank enough that he won't be up until middle of the morning," he kisses your neck a few more times. "But I could go for another drink."

He smirks and sinks his fangs into your neck. You let out a yelp, Arthur covered your mouth with his hand. Even as it turned into a moan he kept your mouth covered.

Your body got warm, like you downed another drink. Like you were getting drunk. Two of Arthur's fingers slid into your mouth as he licked the wound he made.

"Ungh. . . If only that was in a bottle on the shelf," he licks the wound again and nibbles your ear. "I'd get drunk on you every night."

The hand on your breast moves down and hikes up your skirt and pulls the panties away from your skin.

If you could talk you'd be telling him no, even though you keep pressing your body against his more and more.

"See? You do want me."

Two of his fingers push past your other set of lips and playfully go in and out. You quickly start to squirm. It's not enough. You begin to whine.

Arthur smirks and adjusts the position the two of you are in. He sits up and moves you into your knees, but your face down on the bed. He makes sure your ass is up in the air just perfectly before getting his belt off and opening his pants.

He holds onto your hips. You think he moved too fast and the alcohol in his system is starting to get to him again.

Moving up your skirt again he slides into your slick hole with ease.

You start to gasp but Arthur leans forward and holds his hand over your mouth again.

He immediately starts thrusting into you. You can tell he's holding himself back, but you aren't sure what the reasoning could be. The alcohol? The fact that he just woke up? Theo being asleep right next to you?

You tried to keep your moans at a minimum. Luckily it was raining and that drowned out most of the noise. But Theo is right there. You're almost rubbing against him. Every time he moves you panic just a little.

One hand in your mouth, one hand on the bed. Arthur is thrusting into you as quietly as he can while still trying to get the most pleasure out of it.

You almost have a hard time breathing. Taking deep quick breaths through your nose. You just want to gasp for air but you need to stay quiet.

The thrusts get slower, but much rougher. He pulls out almost all the way and then slams into you, thrusting your body forward.

You start to forget how to function and drool starts coming from the corners of your mouth. You would be panting if you could.

After a few of these rough thrusts you clench around his cock, cumming and becoming slicker, his cock now gliding in and out with more ease. After that it didn't take much longer for him to fill you with his load.

He stops moving and waits a few moments before finally taking his hand off of your mouth. Any drool that ended up on his hand he wipes on the sheets.

You bury your face into a pillow and pant. How didn't the movement wake Theo up. You swear the whole bed was shaking. Arthur pulls out of you and you lay your body flat on the bed.

He fixes your skirt and his pants for laying in the middle once again.

"Why don't we see just how much of a heavy sleeper Theo is?"

One round gave you enough anxiety. You just pull up the blanket and try to catch your breath.

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sentimental-idiot25 · 11 months

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Drunk Sakura and Sasuke prompt {Modern/College SasuSaku AU}

Sakura felt a surge of boldness as she anticipated her first night out partying with Sasuke and Naruto in a long time. The trio hadn't frequented college parties together due to Sasuke's stubborn reluctance to embrace the carefree spirit of their youth.

"Up for a shot-for-shot challenge, Naruto?" Sakura asked, her excitement evident. She knew she could outdrink the lightweight Naruto without breaking a sweat.

"No way!" Naruto exclaimed, turning to look at her. "I don't want to end up dead." He chuckled.

"I'll do it," Sasuke interjected as they approached the party venue.

"Really?" Sakura looked at him, taken aback.

"Yeah, I bet I can outdrink you. It shouldn't be a problem," Sasuke replied casually.

"We'll see about that," she teased.

About ten minutes after arriving at the party, Sakura was already on her second rum and coke, stationed at the bar table. Sasuke caught a glimpse of her and his eyes widened in surprise. He abruptly ended his conversation and hurriedly made his way to the bar.

The area around the bar was bustling with loud chatter from the crowd. Sakura mouthed the word "two" to Sasuke, indicating that she was already winning their drinking game. Sasuke muttered, "Damn," under his breath. He approached the college bartender and requested, "Can I get two shots?" However, instead of pouring them into separate cups as Sasuke expected and preferred, the bartender poured both shots into the same cup, and it was a generous portion. Sasuke was left with less than half a cup of vodka in his hands, unable to comprehend what just happened.

In disbelief, he walked over to Sakura and held out the cups to her. "This is what you've made me do," he remarked.

She giggled and shrugged. "I'm not making you do anything. You have your own free will. But I never imagined you'd accept defeat so easily," she teased him.

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke downed the two shots. It took every ounce of his willpower not to grimace at the taste of the alcohol.

Sakura smirked at him. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You had your shots mixed with soda... I think I had it worse," he retorted nonchalantly.

"Hey, a shot's a shot," she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Learn to keep up then."

As the party carried on, they found themselves getting separated at times, and people gradually started leaving. Eventually, they reunited and struck up a conversation.

"How many have you had?" Sakura asked, standing on a raised platform in the backyard, while Sasuke stood on the ground. They were almost the same height, with Sakura slightly shorter.

"I'm somehow always two drinks behind you... I think you're lying," Sasuke replied, tilting his head in confusion.

She scoffed and crossed her arms, her cheeks flushed from both alcohol and their proximity. "Why would I lie? I can handle my alcohol well," she replied, looking him up and down. "Unlike you." She burst into laughter.

Blinking a few times, Sasuke struggled to come up with a witty comeback. "What do you mean? I feel perfectly sober," he claimed, oblivious to his flushed cheeks.

Sakura laughed even harder and gently pressed the back of her hand against his cheek. "You're really red," she remarked.

He delicately removed her hand from his face. "It's just the heat, Sakura," he dismissed, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

Glancing down at their intertwined hands, Sasuke attempted to regain his composure. "Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand. It's the whole free will thing you were talking about earlier," he replied, grappling with his own words.

Sakura burst into more laughter, while Sasuke stood there with an alcohol-induced expression, utterly perplexed by her reaction.

She released his hand, declaring, "Alright, I'm going to grab one more drink. But you, my friend, are cut off!"

"Ha! As if. I'll have another one," he scoffed, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge his own intoxication, much to everyone else's amusement.

They returned to the bar to order one last mixed drink each. Since the bar was about to close, it would be their final drink. They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks slowly, enjoying each other's company. No words were exchanged, but their gazes lingered between them.

As the party gradually wound down, Sasuke suggested they arrange for a ride back home. Sakura asked if she could crash at his place since Ino had informed her that Sai would be staying over. Sasuke agreed and called an Uber.

Sakura and Sasuke waited outside the building, engaging in light conversation with others in line. When the car arrived, they took the back seat, leaving the middle seat vacant. As soon as Sakura sat down, she toppled over, narrowly avoiding landing on Sasuke's lap.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking down at her.

Sakura simply raised her thumb, indicating she was fine. She remained in that position momentarily until her drunken state made her self-conscious. She quickly sat back up, feeling the onset of alcohol-induced nausea. Closing her eyes, she refrained from speaking for fear of vomiting in the car.

Sasuke placed his hand on her arm and gently shook it, ensuring Sakura was alright. In response, she grabbed his hand and held onto it throughout the entire ride to his apartment, much to her surprise, he didn't let go.

They arrived safely at his apartment, and Sakura stepped out of the car, feeling incredibly dizzy. She walked over to the picket fence of the neighbor's yard and stood there, desperately trying to avoid getting sick.

"Let's get you inside," Sasuke offered.

"How are you not worse off than me?" Sakura asked.

"You probably can't hold your alcohol as well as you think," he remarked.

"I still outdrank you," she pointed out playfully, letting out a giggle.

"Don't be annoying... Besides, you can't even keep your eyes open right now," he laughed at her.

"Shut up..." Sakura straightened herself and took a step forward, followed by another. However, she lost her balance and tumbled directly into a bush, releasing a distinct hibiscus scent. She laughed at herself while Sasuke stood over her.

"Are you okay?" he called out, his movements sluggish due to the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"I could use a little help," she called back. Sasuke bent over and lifted her up, but he did so a bit too well, causing her feet to dangle in the air as he carried her towards his apartment. Sakura's laughter filled the air, which in turn made Sasuke laugh. "What are you doing?" she asked between her chuckles.

"This is the quickest way to get you inside," he replied, his own laughter accompanying hers. As Sasuke carried Sakura into his apartment, she couldn't help but find amusement in the situation. "Well, well, look at you, Mr. Sober and Responsible," she teased, her words slurring slightly. She hopped out of his grasp and that's when she realized the Sasuke was stumbling around too. He propped himself up on the wall. "Okay, Mr. 'I-can-handle-my-alcohol'," Sakura teased, trying to keep a straight face. "Time to sit down before you trip over your own feet."

With a playful grin, Sakura guided Sasuke toward the couch, carefully maneuvering him into a seated position. She noticed his disheveled hair and gave it an affectionate pat, saying, "Looks like you had a wild night, Sasuke. Time for me to play the responsible one."

Sasuke blinked dazedly and attempted to form a coherent response. "I can...take care of myself," he slurred, his words blending together.

Chuckling, Sakura fetched a glass of water and held it out to him. "Sure, Sasuke. Just like you totally nailed those shots earlier, right?" She couldn't help but tease him, knowing he was in no condition to argue.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he took the glass, trying to muster some semblance of dignity. He took a sip and winced at the sudden rush of hydration. "I'm fine," he mumbled, struggling to maintain his composure.

Sakura watched him for a moment before shaking her head. "Sure, Sasuke. You're just the picture of sobriety." She playfully poked his forehead, causing him to lean back slightly.

As Sasuke tried to regain his balance, he found himself leaning too far back and teetering on the edge of the couch. In a split second, Sakura reacted, catching him and pulling him back to safety.

"Careful there, Sasuke. Falling off the couch is not a good look," she remarked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I can't believe you're taking such delight in my drunken state....And since when did you get sober enough to take care of me?!" He asked loudly. Sakura laughed heartily, finding Sasuke's drunken state and his incredulous reaction utterly amusing. "Oh, don't worry, Sasuke. It's not every day I get to witness the great Sasuke Uchiha needing someone to keep him from falling off a couch," she teased, a playful smirk on her face. "As for my sobriety, let's just say I've mastered the art of pretending to be more sober than I actually am."

Sasuke widened his eyes and shot straight up, "Fuck!" Sakura looked concerned, "What! What happened?!" He turned to her and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, "We forgot Naruto!" "Shit!"

#sentimental idiot25 #sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #sakura #sasuke #college au #college head canon #modern headcanons #modern au #pro sasusaku

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pocketsonny · 11 months

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Oooooo if you're still doing the blooming romance ask game can you do 15 and 19? (And if you already have done them then 22)

Please and thank you! 🙏

blossoming romance writing prompts for takeryo

YAS THANK YOUUU

15 - finding excuses to be alone with each other

(Note: everybody is of drinking age in this one xD)

It’s late into the night—or very early in the morning—when the group makes it out of the bar. They exchange goodbyes, some slurred, some quiet: Miyu had too much to drink and is leaning heavily on Aoi, and Yusaku remains on his feet despite everything he had.

As they start to leave in groups, Takeru means to follow Yusaku, Ai and Jin but his eyes follow Ryoken’s back instead.

“Um–I’ll see you guys!”

He shoots them a quick salute before he jogs after Ryoken.

“Wait!” he falls into step with him, “I’ll walk with you.”

Ryoken glances down at him and slowly blinks. He’s only had a glass or two during the night but he’s surprisingly a lightweight. While his expression reveals nothing, his cheeks are slightly flushed and his response is delayed.

Eventually, he simply nods, and they walk in companionable silence through Den City’s brightly lit streets. Ryoken doesn’t mention how Takeru’s apartment is in the opposite direction nor how much he’ll have to backtrack, and Takeru doesn’t really mind that he’ll have a longer walk back home. The night is young and it’s too early to say goodbye.

They round a park, lamp posts framing the path, and Takeru tugs Ryoken’s coat sleeve to pull him closer to his side.

“Gotta make sure you don’t crash into a pole again,” Takeru teases him and Ryoken grunts in annoyance, yanking himself free.

“I won’t. I’m not,” he clears his throat, “drunk. Not.”

“Sure you’re not.”

The previous pole incident (which Takeru had laughed his ass off when he witnessed it) was just an excuse—he just…wanted a moment alone with Ryoken. They barely got to converse tonight even when sitting across from each other.

It’s not about talking either, though.

Takeru entertains himself with testing Ryoken’s poor tipsy reflexes by poking his side and hearing him squeak. It earns him a shove, that gets Ryoken caught in a headlock, which gets Takeru an elbow to the ribs until at last, they settle with their sides pressed together; Takeru’s arm around Ryoken’s back to keep him steady, Ryoken’s hanging off his shoulders.

Minimal words are exchanged but it’s enough—it’s all he needs. It’s comfortable and familiar and he drags his step to make it last more.

All night, he stole glances at Ryoken or nudged him with his foot to catch his attention and traced the curve of his arched eyebrow or the low lights playing in his eyes or his lips, glossy, against the rim of his glass or shooting him a private smile.

When it comes to Ryoken, he’s become a little selfish, wanting to keep his eyes on him, to hold onto him a little longer, just a little longer.

————

They reach his apartment too fast. Ryoken’s pleasantly buzzed mind is solely focused on the warmth radiating from Takeru’s side glued to his, and he doesn’t want to lean away. He wants the way home to be a little longer, just so they can stay like this.

Regardless, he has to pull back to fish out his key from his pocket, and attempt not to make a fool of himself while trying to get the door unlocked. Luckily, it only takes him two tries.

He pushes the door open a fraction; looks up, and Takeru’s leaning his side against the adjacent wall, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes settled on Ryoken’s face. Crooked smile and ruffled hair from the wind and inviting warmth. Ryoken has to get his tongue unstuck and say good night, but all that comes out is:

“Do you want to come in for coffee?”

Takeru’s eyes widen a bit, not in surprise but in what Ryoken deludes himself to be hope, even when he’s the one hoping, the one looking for excuses to prolong their time alone.

At the bar, he returned Takeru’s nudges under the circular table to be grazed with a glance or an eye roll or a nudge back. Boot against sneaker, sneaker against boot, a silent match that was theirs alone, their own pocket of space amidst the noise and the crowd.

His own selfishness wants to keep Takeru to himself for a little bit longer.

“I also,” he continues, “have hot chocolate, this time.”

Takeru laughs and detaches himself from the wall, “Sold.”

He pushes Ryoken’s door the rest of the way open and rests a hand on the small of Ryoken’s back to guide him in. The contact sears, meant to keep him steady and instead makes Ryoken feel like his world is tilting, pulled into Takeru’s gravity.

Only when he’s pressed to Takeru’s warm chest, knees awkwardly buckled, does Ryoken notice he did stumble over his front door step and Takeru caught him. Laughter makes his front rumble.

“You should also probably drink some water,” Takeru says, and Ryoken’s face burns with embarrassment but when he looks up into Takeru’s mirthful lavender—so close, so close—he drunkenly muses he’d trip a hundred times if it meant Takeru would catch him all of them.

19-talking late into the night

“That’s like, one of my biggest fears,” Takeru says.

“What is?”

“If I ever woke up as a manju…”

“You would eat yourself?”

“I wouldn’t even question it.”

Soft laughter next to him makes Takeru turn. Ryoken’s eyes are wrinkled with sleep and amusement, head tilted back on the back of the couch, and he’s barely attempting to conceal his smile with the back of his hand. Some documentary drones out on TV but neither are paying attention to it anymore, lazily lounging on the couch and fighting to stay awake.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Takeru is already smiling, “I’d be delicious.”

Ryoken turns his head to look at him. Even half lidded with sleep, his eyes seem to bore through him and Takeru’s body warms a little under Ryoken’s scrutinizing gaze.

“You can’t eat me though,” Takeru blurts out, “If I do become a manju.”

This time, Ryoken’s laugh is quiet but open, cheek mushed against the back of the couch, chin tilted downwards.

“Shame,” he peers up at him, smirking lips, curved glimmering eyes and low voice, “I rather like manju.”

Oh.

That’s.

Did Ryoken just flirt with him?

No, they’re just messing around; it’s late. Takeru’s heart needs to settle down, but it’s hard when their faces are this close.

“So what’s,” Takeru scrambles for something to say, “What’s one of your biggest fears?”

Ryoken hums, seeming to muse it over.

“Extraterrestrial life having already come to earth in disguise.”

Takeru presses his lips together—here we go, “Why…?”

“What if I greeted one already,” Ryoken’s expression is dead serious, “What if I made a fool of myself, Takeru.”

Takeru burst into chortles, “Seriously?! You’re worried about making a bad impression on a hypothetical alien?”

“It’d be a missed opportunity,” Ryoken seems to be trying not to catch Takeru’s mirth, “Cease laughing at me.”

“Well if,” Takeru contains his giggles, “If I was an alien in disguise—your first impression was shit.”

Ryoken shoves him.

“But,” Takeru catches his hand, “I’d say you more than made up for it already. Hypothetically speaking,” he adds quickly at the end, “Cause. Not an alien.”

Ryoken snorts. He stares at where Takeru’s hand holds his; his fingers curl around Takeru’s. He’s quiet for a long moment.

“With you,” he mumbles, almost low enough that Takeru doesn’t catch it, “Do I still have a chance?”

Takeru squeezes his hand.

“I already gave it to you,” he speaks quietly, like saying it any louder would disturb their small bubble, “We’re friends.”

“...Yes,” slowly, Ryoken glances up, “That scares me, too.”

“What, friendship?”

“You,” is it Takeru, or is Ryoken leaning closer? “You…make me want to do stupid things.”

“Like…?”

Ryoken gaze flickers down and oh. Oh. His breath ghosts over Takeru’s mouth. Closer. Takeru shifts forward too, they are both drawn into each other like opposite poles, seeking contact. Ryoken’s eyelashes are so long, fluttering over the sea of stars over his cheeks; Takeru’s never been into astronomy but he’d count every freckle and match them like constellations, trace them with his eyes and his lips and meet the curve of Ryoken’s lips with his own because they are a fraction of a centimeter apart, about to—about to—

A weight falls on Takeru’s shoulder and the breath he’d been holding releases in a gasp. He blinks rapidly, suddenly wide awake, heart hammering, face flushed, and with Ryoken leaning all his weight on him. A quick glance at him reveals him to be snoring softly; he passed out, his hand still in Takeru’s.

Takeru touches his mouth with trembling fingers.

They almost kissed.

#ask #answered #vrains drabbles #sonny writes #takeryo #recoilshipping #WOHOO #the second one has a community dialogue ref at the start cause i've been rewatching it KJASJDK

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Back in Strangerville.. Colby, Derrick and Rocco decide to go out and have a drink, but as soon as he sees the foosball table, Derrick insists that they play. It's an old rivalry, and a hidden talent that caused Colby to win almost every time.

D: Ready?

R: Gonna knock you off your high horse, Colby.

C: You two are the ones makin' a big deal about this. But sure. Embarrass yourselves.

D: Hah! Challenge accepted! Lets goooo!

They make quite a commotion, shouting insults and egging eachother on. Each of them having a competitive streak. Derrick mostly wanted to play just to get them together again. He's still playing to win. Colby is calm but laser focused and Rocco shouts the most crude insults.

After three games, Rocco and Derrick came out victorious and Rocco couldn't be more excited. It's Winterfest.

R: Finally! Take that you smug bastard!

Derrick and Colby exchange amused looks.

C: Okay, you beat me. Drink's on me, fellas.

Since the bar is hopping, the boys go upstairs to chat. Derrick points to the picture behind him.

D: Look Colby, she could be your next date! She's even blonde.

C: I don't remember you being this much of a lightweight.

D: C'mon, I'm sober. We all know you have a preference.

C: Whoa now. At least I know what I like, unlike some people.

D: You know, Colby's got a point. I mean, it's more about personality for me. But Rocco... I've seen you with ALL sorts.

R: Except twinks. I prefer someone I don't have to worry about breaking.

D: Ugh, don't remind me. There are some things I STILL wish I could forget.

R: Shoulda knocked first, D.

D: You could have locked the door!

R: Yeah, yeah. 'Sides, Colby's the one who likes em' small. Remember that blond swimmer?

D: From Windenburg? Yeah, I remember.

C: Not about the size, boys. Though, sure, I like someone I can tuck up under my arm. Nothin' wrong with that.

R: Pretty sure that swimmer wasn't tucked under your ARM.

Derrick snickers and Colby shoots him a dirty look.

C: Never said I was a saint, Rocco.

D: None of us are.

R: Aw, but you're a pretty boy, D. If anyone could pass for one, it'd be you.

Derrick lays it on thick in return.

D: Rocco, you're such a charmer. You think I'm pretty?

Neither can keep up the act and all three of them dissolve into laughter, the banter easy even after years.

The laughter stops when Colby's phone chimes.

R: Important?

C: My program's made a little progress, but nothing substantial.

D: Y'know, I wasn't sure how this would go. You know, after..

R: We ain't talkin' about it.

C: We all know what happened, D.

C: We lost one of our own, and then found out some pretty messed up things were goin' on under our nose. We all dealt with that in our own way.

D: Maybe, after this is done, we could keep in touch this time.

C: I'd like that.

R: Yeah. Sure. No promises.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #Alpha Team 4 #Derrick Henry #Colby Davidson #Rocco Valdivia

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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M4 and Strip Poker

This one was suggested by some friends in our server!

GN!Reader, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage, Rime), alcohol involved, NSFW (semi-casual nudity), everyone is getting naked, I don't actually know much about poker so I'm bullshitting my way through this, vague pee mention (not kinky), I got the funny stories from mostly Buzzfeed because it's 1 in the morning and you should not expect that much from me

It's been a long day of training in Fathom Hall. Memorizing incantations, parrying (sword) thrusts, slinging spells, rolling and dodging,, it takes a toll on you. By the time the sun sets, the only thing you wanna do is kick back and enjoy a relaxed evening with your partner(s) and your dear idiot friends.

It's Sage's idea to turn it into a little party. Surprisingly Rime is in full agreement, and Felix agrees soon after. Anisa agrees as well under the condition that you guys don't do anything too insane.

Sage just grins and goes to get the alcohol.

An hour later you're all sitting around the end of the dining table, everyone with goblets full of an alcoholic drink of their choice (water or something else for you if you prefer). You guys have been messing around, trading silly jokes and telling embarrassing stories.

It's when they're all two or three drinks deep (well nearly one deep for Felix but he's such a lightweight it doesn't count) that Sage grins and recounts the strip poker story, how Felix and Anisa ganged up on him. He swears that if they hadn't done that, he'd have won no problem.

Anisa and Felix beg to differ! He's way too cocky, and it was only a matter of time before he got his ass handed to him. One of them would have won either way. All they did was speed the process up.

Rime thinks that if he'd have been there, he would have kicked everyone asses. He's the superior strategist! It isn't even a question.

... well why don't you guys play and settle it once and for all?

All eyes turn to you. Anisa quietly asks if you're serious. You shrug. It's just the human body. What's there to make a big deal about?

Sage grins in clear approval and suggests putting it to a vote.

Rime, still confident, is in.

Felix, his pride challenged, is in.

Anisa, just drunk enough to feel like taking a risk and just sober enough to know that her reputation is on the line, is in.

Sage, ever up for fun and eager to finally answer whether or not the carpets match the drapes, is in.

And you? Are you in?

You deal, just to make sure there's no cheating. If you decide to play then you set some aside for yourself. If you're not playing then you hold on to stack so you can distribute it fairly and make sure no one *cough*Sage*cough* tries to cheat. You're sitting next to your partner(s). There's a bucket of water nearby in case someone *cough*Sage*cough* needs to get doused. Of course, anyone can drop out and any time they want for whatever reason they want. The second someone feels uncomfortable, the game is over. This is all supposed to be for fun.

You all agree to the rules, so...

Round one, start!

If you don't really know how to play poker but are still involving yourself in the game, then your partner(s) is/are gonna help you through it. They're also gonna make it clear that the others aren't allowed to gang up on you.

The round moves surprisingly fast. Sage is just slapping shit down (he says he has a strategy but you're fairly sure he's lying), Rime is worryingly calculated like he's run through this scenario multiple times in his head, Felix is just a bit too tipsy and chaos-craving to care, and Anisa is steady enough that she can at least make sure she's not in last place.

Ultimately it's Felix that loses first. With an indignant sigh he gets to his feet and starts pulling off his vest. You (and Rime if you're in a poly) whistle for him. Sage wolf whistles too but he's mostly doing it to make Felix flustered. Felix threatens to use his magic to hog-tie him and Sage leans forward, grins, and dares him to try it. Felix scoffs and calls Sage a pervert but his cheeks are flushed from more than the alcohol.

It's only a few turns into the second round that you catch Sage cheating. The table declares him the defacto loser. Based on the grin he's flashing, he doesn't mind.

He,, cause like, he's a show-off right? And I think maybe he's a little bit of an exhibitionist. But more importantly he likes getting you flustered. So he perches on the table in front of you, practically, straddling your hips, and slooooowly peels off his armor. Oh, babe, can you help him with these straps? ;) And as you undo the pauldron at his shoulder he leans down and nips at your fingers while looking up at you from under his bangs. His amber eyes are dark, though you can't quite tell if it's because he's eager or because he's had a few drinks. And once the last of the armor has hit the floor, his jacket leisurely follows suit, his tail winding around your arm and the soft and fluffy tip of his tail brushing against your skin. You try to tell him that his armor technically counts as a piece of clothing - at least as much as Felix's vest does - but he purrs playfully and says that cheating counts for two ;) . Rime snaps at him to hurry up and Sage tells him to fuck off, he's busy here! You grab his waist and kiss his forehead and tell him that, much as you love his strip show, now isn't the time to see it. That can be for later. His cheeks go red and he finally pulls his jacket off entirely, leaving it in your lap as he sits back down. His tail winds snuggly around your ankle.

Third round go!

As everyone plays, you ask Rime what the funniest of the Starsworn's injuries he's healed was. Rime considers that as he plays his hand. There was this one time that Anisa insisted that if you need to pee but don't want to, you can run around and eventually the need will pass. She'd decided to prove it by running up and down the stairs about seventeen times until her foot slipped, she crashed down the staircase, broke her elbow, and peed herself.

As you can expect, that story is enough to throw Anisa's concentration, so she loses that round miserably. She whines and complains that Rime promised to keep that a secret! and kicks off her boots and tights. The skirt of her dress is just barely long enough to cover her panties, though when she sits down next to you you catch a flash of blue. When she notices where you're looking she blushes, hair poofing. Then smiles and squeezes your thigh and leans over to softly kiss your neck. That was an underhanded little tactic, but she's flattered you wanted to see her body so badly...

Okay, you know this friend group. You know they all share a collective brain cell. So now you turn to Felix and ask him to share a story about Rime. Felix thinks for a few moments - ignoring Rime's glare - and finally replies that one time Rime hadn't studied for a test because he'd partied the night before. Instead of staying in his dorm and playing sick (something he most certainly could have gotten away with), he showed up hungover and barely coherent. When he couldn't figure out any of the answers to the questions, he just,, wrote his own questions. And then got most of those wrong.

Sage laughs so hard he starts choking. Anisa needs to put her head down for several minutes.

Yeah Rime loses that round. After giving Felix's ears a firm tug (Felix yelps but it doesn't hurt all that bad), he relents and pulls off his crop top. His cheeks are flushed and his ears keep flicking around. He makes a slight move to cover the semi-faded webbing of scars that branches across his chest - the leftover marks of his resurrection. You quietly ask him if he's okay. He mumbles that he's fine but he doesn't seem certain... And then Sage purrs and says he wouldn't mind seeing Rime like this more often. Oh if only he didn't used to have such a stick up his ass all those years ago, they coulda had fun ;) Rime calls him an idiot and flicks his forehead, but he's got a bit of a laugh in his voice when he says that he's always been way out of Sage's league. When Rime sits back down next to you he's a lot more relaxed. Sage sneaks you a little wink and you flash him a grateful smile as you take Rime's hand in yours and give him a little squeeze.

If you're playing, then you're the next one on the chopping block.

You pull off whatever article of clothing you'd like. Your partner is totally shooting you bedroom eyes (some are being more obvious than others).

You ask Sage to tell you a story about one of his worst hook-ups. He snorts and says there's been a lot of bad ones, but one of the worst was when his partner for the night had been eating a ton of those snake pastries. The one with chili? Like 10+ of them. And then went down on him. And then he was freaking out trying to get the pain to stop that he tripped over his own discarded pants, slammed his head on the floor, and passed out.

Anisa is laughing so hard that she can't even finish her hand. She pulls of her gloves. You take her left hand in hers and lightly kiss the scar left there from your little adventure in the cultist dungeon. She's even more embarrassed over that than she was taking off her tights.

Alright, now it's Felix's turn to be embarrassed. You barely even open your mouth to ask for an embarrassing story about him when Anisa starts snickering. Apparently one time they were in town - this was when they were on leave from training, mind you - and he walked into a store that specialized in oils and candles and bath salts and the like. Anisa has gone with to get some perfume and witnessed Felix ask, completely straight-faced, if they had any 'unscented aromatherapy lotions'. Sage and Rime are snickering into their drinks.

Felix argues that he was Very Very Tired That Day Thank You Very Much Annie!! He was only half awake! And was not paying attention to what he was saying! But no matter how much he protests there's no denying the pink climbing to the tip of his ears as he kicks off his shoes and pulls off his pants. Now he's in boxers. Give his butt-butt a little tap. He squeaks.

If you're playing, take another loss and lose another scrap of clothes.

Unprompted this time, Rime recalls an incident where Felix was staying up late reading about the horrors of man - serial killers, dark magics, unsolved crimes, etc etc. He was exhausted - you must understand it was nearly three in the morning by then - and felt movement next to him and screamed. The movement was, of course, Rime. His partner. Who had shared a bed with him for three years.

Felix doesn't have any kinda defense for that. Rime smirks and blows him a kiss as Felix gets to his feet and pulls off his shirt. And y'know what? I know his in-game shirtless sprite is kinda like,, idk athletic ig? Like not a sixpack or anything but still. Anyways my HC is Felix is a lil chubby! He's already said (I think in chapter 13?) that he hates exercise and has a feeble body, and we know he likes fine foods and whatever. So I think he has some squish. Anyways he pulls off his shirt. Rime gives him a teasing little poke and Felix is whining. And then you give him a teasing poke and then he's swatting at both of you.

Felix flashes Anisa a grin before turning to you. Anisa is immediately suspicious but what can she do?

Apparently one time they were having a discussion about different sorts of sports when Anisa proclaimed that She Didn't Think Water Polo Was Ethical Because How Do They Know Which Horses Can Swim??? Which is how everyone found out that she wholeheartedly believed that water polo was literally just polo but in the water.

Anisa argues that That's What Her Mother Told Her When She Was Younger!! And She Never Bothered To Fact-Check It!!! Regardless she accepts her fate and pulls off her dress, leaving her in just a bra and panties. Sage starts to wolf-whistle but she gives him one of those 'try it and I'll cut you' smiles and he wisely shuts up. You can whistle though. She giggles. Sage complains that How Come You Get Special Treatment!! and Anisa is like,, because they're my partner,,,, duh,,,,,, Sage argues that he was just messing around and trying to holster her self-esteem a bit >:( and Anisa gives a genuine smile and says that yeah, she knows, and she appreciates it :) but she still won't hesitate :)

Just to further screw with Sage, she remembers one time that he insisted that he hated potatoes,, while eating french fries. And had his mind blown when he found out French fries are potatoes

Sage laughs because Yeah. He's An Idiot. But He's Your Idiot And You're Stuck With Him :3 he pauses and nuzzles you until you smooch the top of his head, then gets up and wiggles out of his pants. And by 'wiggles out of his pants' I mean 'shakes his ass around while pulling his pants down like he's a fucking male stripper'. You can spank him if you want >:3

There was a period of time where the Starsworn tried growing their own vegetables so they wouldn't have to go into town so often. Okay, fine. But Rime had the oh-so-brilliant idea that they should use saltwater so that the vegetables would be pre-seasoned. Felix, Anisa, and Sage are all snickering as they recount this. Rime is not impressed and argues that he woulda found a spell to make it work!!

He grumbles a bit as he gets up, unstraps his sandals, and pulls his pants down. You say that he shouldn't be so salty and start giggling. Rime doesn't really get the joke but he (affectionately) flicks your cheek. Now he's in his underwear and y'know what? Pink lace panties. He likes how they make his ass look. And you have free access to his tail. You and Felix take turns touching it, and when Rime whips his head over pretending to not be doing anything. Rime swears he'll punish you both later if you keep it up but uh,, you and Fe aren't exactly intimidated.

Everyone tries to play a fair round this time but Sage keeps chuckling because he remembered this one time Felix stayed inside studying for three days straight (apparently without sleeping), came outside in the middle of the afternoon, pointed up at the sky and said (with no small amount of horror) that the moon was visible, and then immediately passed out.

Surprisingly it's Rime that takes a loss this round because he fucking remembers that incident and how it became an inside joke that got repeated nearly every fucking day. Off come the underwear and he's the first to officially lose. And y'know what? The carpet does match the drapes, as Sage so eloquently points out. Rime flips him off and sits down, taking a swig of his whiskey and motioning for you all to play on. Unless he's distracting you? You certainly can't seem to keep your eyes off him ;) And for the the following rounds, he may or may not pull you into his lap. Cause he's gotta cover his dick somehow y'know? :)

If you are playing, take a loss here. We'll assume that puts you in your underwear.

If you aren't playing, reshuffle all the cards and redistribute them.

Sage chirps that while he's often assumed to be the idiot, there's been plenty of times where he very much isn't. You agree with him of course but no no no, he has to give an example. He once got into an hour-long argument with both Anisa and Felix where they kept insisting that penguins were a type of fish because they "swim too well to be birds". Felix and Anisa try to defend themselves but,, there,,, really isn't any defending that. The two are so flustered that they manage to tie a loss, so they both have to strip.

Felix keeps his butt firmly planted because he is not giving anyone here a chance to look at his dick. Is it because he's a little hard because he has an embarrassment kink? The answer isn't no. While he does pull his boxers off he also just drapes them over his lap while yelling at Sage for being a buffoon. He cannot and will not look you in the eye.

Anisa pulls her bra off and immediately throws it in Sage's face because he's a bastard! They agreed to not talk about that again!! It's a bit of a cold night so,, her nipples are kinda hard,,, hehe,,,,, she pulls of her underwear too and kinda just impulsively hands them to you. Why? I don't fucking know! If you have a panty fetish maybe it's for that. Maybe she has a panty fetish and wants you to have them. Maybe she just doesn't want them getting dirty on the floor. Either way the carpet matches the drapes - pink streak included.

If you aren't playing the game, then Sage wins!

If you are playing the game then you two go one-on-one. He tries to get you to fold but Anisa and Felix urge you not to. Sage argues that they're ganging up on him again just like they did years ago, and Anisa and Felix ignore him. You decide to listen to them and guess what! Sage's hand is fucking shit!

Alright. He's a gracious loser. I mean he isn't because Anisa and Felix cheated but hey he isn't gonna pass up a chance to be naked in front of you :3 so he oh-so-sweetly stands in front of you, puts his hands behind his back, and says he would love for his super-cute partner to do the honors :3 If you say no then he'll do it himself but he'll try to be funny and wind up putting the boxers on your head. I could say it's because he's drunk but,, he's also just,,, like that. Either way he picks you up and claims that you're the 'spoils of war'. Then just fucking leaves with you. His clothes are still at the fucking table. He does not care.

And so it's finally settled once and for all that All Of The Starsworn Are Fucking Idiots Who Care More About Embarrassing Each Other Than Staying Clothed.

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psychotic4ghost · 1 year

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Simon Riley x Mykie (OC) {fem!character}

I wanted to introduce my OC on my Tumblr, this is the character I identify with so I apologize if this isn't one you can really insert yourself into. I plan to write some of those too. But I thought I'd write this cute lil one-shot. I do plan to write some smut eventually too hehe. There is also Spanish in this and if I messed up please tell me! I don't speak Spanish so I did my best.

SWF (mentions of nudity and drinking) Everyone is of age for all activities mentioned in the story!

“Two whole months off. Can you believe it, Soap?” Mykie nudged her team mate in the shoulder.

Soap chuckled. “It is exciting, how many pubs do you think we can hit up this time?”

“At least ten, like, minimum.” Mykie chuckled. Both of them were full blooded Scots, drinking together was how they bonded. The rest of the group would tag along but they secretly went just to make sure Soap and Mykie didn’t kill themselves on their bender. Ghost was mainly, if not only there to make sure nothing happened to his squad mates.

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“Dos cervezas, un pez. What does that even mean?” Soap asked as he read the sign that hung above the door to the bar they found.

“I have no clue but I think ‘pez’ is fish…” Mykie trailed off.

“Significa dos cervezas un pez- It means, Two Beers, one fish.” Alejandro informed the two puzzled Scots.

“Fuck kind of names is that?” Soap questioned as he pushed the doors open. Alejandro shrugged his shoulders. He usually joined in on their benders for two reasons, he loves to drink, and he had to be their translator most of the time. The two Scots knew some Spanish, but not enough to order good drinks.

“Una ronda de tequila, hermano.” Alejandro waved to one of the bartenders. They nodded their head and soon a tray of tequila shots were placed in front of the group.

Soap and Mykie didn’t hesitate to grab a shot each. They clinked the glasses together, tapped the bottoms on the table and shot them back quickly.

Mykie let out a satisfied sigh, “C’mon Ghost, take a shot. Pretty please?”

“No. Can’t keep watch if I’m drunk.”

“Are you saying you're a lightweight?” Mykie teased.

“Quite the opposite.”

“I don’t believe you. I bet you can’t even take a shot of some basic tequila without winsing.” Mykie pushed further.

Ghost let out a long sigh as he pulled the chin of his black baklava up, just enough to reveal his lips. He gripped the shot in his hand, tapped it on the table and downed it in quick succession. “Easy.”

Mykie giggled as she grabbed another shot, tapping the bottom and throwing it back just the same as the last.

After a few more rounds, Soap was starting to slur his words just a little. Mykie was turning a bright shade of pink, Gaz was passed out with his head on the table. Price had even joined them but he ordered himself a glass of sipping whiskey along with Ghost who did the same. Alejandro was in the same state as Soap, the two were giggling and cracking dumb jokes.

“Ghoooossttt, do shots with meeee.” Mykie pleaded as she scooted her stool closer to Ghost. She always made a point to push his buttons, even more so when she was drunk.

Ghost rolled his eyes, “How many shots have you had, Mini?” He couldn’t fully fight the small smile that tugged at his lips under the mask.

“I lost count…” Mykie giggled even more.

“I think they both did about 7 shots. You know they can both do more before they are black out.” Price sighed.

“I wanna do more, I’m fiiiine.” Mykie groaned as she laid her head on the table.

“I think you’ve had enough. I’m going to take her to the barracks, can you handle the others or should I come back?” Ghost asked as he stood from his stool. Price shook his head and did a little ‘shoo’ hand gesture. Rudy was with them too and had also opted for sipping whiskey.

“We’ve got it, take care of her.” Rudy chimed in.

Ghost nodded his head as he hooked Mykie’s arm over his neck. Mykie let out some more giggles and incoherent whispers as she swung her body to face Ghost’s, she threw her other arm around his neck. He was much taller compared to her, causing her to hang from his neck. Ghost quickly scooped her up bridal style as he carried her off to one of the two jeeps they drove.

“In ya go.” Ghost said as he sat Mykie down in the passenger seat. He buckled her in while swatting her hands off his mask. She was always super touchy with Ghost when she was intoxicated. Before he could pull himself out of the passenger side, Mykie gripped his dog tags that were poking out of his jacket. She gave them a slight tug, pulling him towards her face.

“I want to see your lips again.” Mykie looked up at him through glossy eyes.

“Let go, Mini. We need to get you back home.” Ghost let out a breathy chuckle. He had to pry her small fingers off his necklace before closing the passenger door. He climbed into the driver's seat and took off down the tight streets of La Almas.

Back at the base, Ghost lugged Mykie out of the car and up the steps to the base. He tossed her down onto one of the couches in the common room and threw himself into an armchair that sat cross from the couch.

“Ghost…you know…you smell good.” Mykie slurred out as she cuddled up onto the couch. She gripped on of the decorative pillows and hugged it tightly.

"Thank you?" Ghost was finding it harder and harder to fight the smirks that tugged at his lips. He pulled the skull mask and black baklava off of his head. He shook his head as he pushed his hands through his hair, ruffling it back up.

"Ghost." Mykie was making grabby hands towards his location, her eyes where half closed.

"We should get you to bed. What do you say to a quick shower?" Ghost asked as he pulled himself back up off the armchair. He lifted her up bridal style once more and carried her to her own room.

Ghost set her down on the toilet lid which was across from the shower. He shifted his body to turn the small shower on, he ran the water over his ungloved hand, waiting for it to reach the right temperature.

"Arms up." Ghost ordered. Mykie lifted her arms up lazily. Her head hung between her shoulders. Ghost gripped the hem up her shirt and pulled up and over her head and arms. He gently tugged her belt off, her shoes, socks and pants came soon after.

"Oh jeez it's cold." Mykie let out a small shizzer, the cold slowly stealing her drunk state away.

"The shower is hot, come here." Ghost gripped Mykies hands and pulled her up and into his body. She hugged him sloppily as he undid her bra and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Mykie hooked her own fingers into her panties and pushed them down.

"Off..." Mykie mumbled as she tugged at Ghost's shirt. "Please...shower with me..." She grumbled as she continued to press her now naked body into him.

Ghost sighed. "Get in first, I'll join you."

Mykie giggled softly as she was turned and pushed lightly into the running water. The showers all had small built in shelves for sitting, and she didn't hesitate to sit down on it.

Mykie watched as Ghost pulled his jacket and shirt off. He undid his belt and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor after unlacing his boots. He climbed into the shower after her.

"Come here." Ghost directed as he tugged Mykie up by her hands. Her hands were tiny compared to his. Her dainty fingers interlaced with his large ones. She pressed her body against his as she took a big, deep breath in.

Mykie sighed, "I could stand like this for hours."

"Me too." Ghost smiled against the top of her head.

"Simon?"

"Hm?"

"I know the words aren't exactly ones we say much...but I love you." Mykie mumbled against his bare chest.

"I know, Mykie. I know."

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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Epilogue

Notes:

I started writing this fic on the 18th February 2022, but I'd had the idea of the Soul Realm and an Endgame fix it for a long time before that. When No Way Home came out, I knew I had to write it. But I did not expect to be sitting here over a year later with a 100,000 word beast of a fic.

As I keep saying, I couldn't have done any of this without your support. Thank you to everyone who left kudos, whoever nominated this for an Irondad Creator Award, and every single one of you who commented. You're the reason this fic has an ending, and I so hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.

I do have an inkling of an irondad fic I might write during nanowrimo later this year (a post-nwh fic where Tony and Spider-Man get kidnapped together... but he doesn't remember who Peter is) so keep an eye out for that ;)

Thank you all so much again. I love you all 3000, and happy reading!

Sneak Peek and bonus content under the cut!

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And this week's sneak peek!

They reach Josie's a little past six. It's early to be heading out for drinks, but they're high on the success of their party, and Karen demanded a celebration. The bar had always felt at risk of closing down, but it surprised Matt to discover it survived the Blip. If the price of their regular haunt still being open is Josie's insistence on them actually paying their tab every time they visit, it's worth it.

Karen fetches the first round of drinks. This evening will undoubtably end with someone drinking an eel.

Foggy sits next to Matt on their usual table. He wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close and resting his head on Matt's shoulder. He doesn't have to say anything for Matt to hear his gratitude, but he kisses the top of his head to make sure Foggy knows he received the message.

Today marks the victory they all needed. There will always be challenges for them to face, but if they can juggle the case of the century and their wedding, then nothing can stop Nelson-Murdock and Page again.

Karen returns to the table with a bottle of... something, and pours them all a glass. "Cheers," she says, resting her elbow on the sticky surface and raising her drink.

Matt clinks his glass against hers. "To Nelson-Murdock & Page."

"To us," Foggy cheers.

Matt takes a cautious sip of the mystery liquid and almost chokes on it. The smallest mouthful burns his throat and overruns his senses with a nasty, fishy taste.

Foggy coughs. "God, that's strong."

"That's the idea," Karen says. She somehow chugs the rest of her glass without drowning in the odious, cement-thick liquid.

Matt shakes his head and smiles. By the time they reach the bottom of this bottle, none of them will be capable of walking home by themselves. Which means it's yet another sleepover night.

He takes another sip and his head starts to throb. He places his glass down and reaches a hand up to clutch his forehead, wondering where in Hell Josie pulled this nightmare bottle from.

"Matt? Are you feeling okay?" Foggy asks, rubbing his back.

Nausea bubbles into his throat and the headache intensifies. A terrible sense of vertigo overwhelms him, and he has to lower his head onto the table and take a few deep breaths to avoid tipping out of his chair.

Karen and Foggy are talking, asking him questions, but he can't make out a word they're saying. His gut roils once more and he weighs up his odds of making it to the bathroom before he throws up, but then the nausea suddenly retreats.

Matt sits up slowly. The headache eases and the ambient noise of the bar slowly floats back into focus as the pain recedes... and then everything snaps into place and he's back to normal.

"Matt? You're freaking us out," Foggy says.

"Sorry, I — Oh my God."

"Are you this much of a lightweight?" Karen asks. "You barely drank anything."

"No, I don't know what that was, but — how could we forget Peter?"

The memories are there as plain as day. The phone call with May Parker, where he first offered his assistance. His conversations with Foggy about why they had to defend this kid from the same hate Daredevil faced. The first time he met Peter and the chorus of Mysterio supporters endlessly yelling abuse outside his apartment.

"What about Peter?" Foggy asks. "Did we not check whether he got home okay? He looked fine when he left."

Karen snaps her fingers. "We forgot to give him his plate back. Is that it?"

Matt just smiles. He never told either of them the entire truth about Peter's confession before they shipped him off to California. He trusted Matt, and he didn't want Karen and Foggy to worry about something they had no control over. But if he suddenly remembers their previous encounters...

Maybe it was Tony Stark dropping Peter off at their party.

"That didn't require that level of dramatics," Foggy sighs. "I doubt it's even his plate. He said he made those cookies at the Compound."

"You're right," Matt says. There's no point explaining everything if they still don't remember. "Sorry."

Foggy kisses him on the cheek. "If your affinity for being a drama queen was that offputting, I wouldn't have married you."

"You know what's more exciting than plates?" Karen says, unscrewing the bottle top. "Glasses! So drink up. We're reaching the eel tonight, boys."

Matt dutifully chugs the rest of his glass and holds it out for Karen to refill. His conversation with Peter can wait — if he has truly fixed the spell, then he'll have his own family to look after him.

Right now, Matt needs to spend the evening with his.

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saundrawilliams1996 · 13 days

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