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Drunk On You

Leon x Reader

Summary: You were both way too drunk for your own good. It also made you all the more needy for eachother.

Warnings: Drunk sex, Oral sex, rough sex, teeny tiny dubious consent coz they are drunk

Word count: 3411

A/N: I may have started writing it while incredibly drunk…. And I was about to say sorry if it’s a bit weird, but rereading it… perhaps I should drink every time before I start writing (a joke!! Remember to drink in moderation!!!)

I had RE2 Leon in mind, but any will work!

Also on Ao3!

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Your head was spinning.

It was the only thing you could really feel as you slumped against Leon’s shoulder, the haze of cheap liquor turning the bar’s noise into a warm, blurry lullaby. Everything was too bright and too blurry all at once, but his warmth beside you was steadying – and you were grateful for it, even if your eyelids kept slipping shut.

“Hey,” Leon murmured, his finger booping your nose, giggling like he’d just done something genius. You cracked one eye open, only to find him grinning at you, cheeks flushed and gaze hazy. You’d have swatted him for bothering you, had you not been too drunk yourself. “Someone’s sleepy,” he teased.

“Am not,” you mumbled, words clumsy in your mouth. You’d never admit he was right, but your head drooped against his shoulder again. You knew he saw right through your lies, but hoped he would just ignore it… You wanted to stay a bit longer, listen to the music and the conversation your friends were having!

“Uh-huh. Sure, Mrs. Wide Awake.” He shifted, straightening up, and you almost fell not expecting him to move. He was trying to stand, you realized when you finally stabilised your own wobbly body. “C’mon. Time to get you home.”

“Nooo,” you whined, your lips pulling into a pout. “But it’s so fuuun here… can’t we just stay a couple more minutes??” That first part wasn’t exactly true. The sticky bar floor, all-surrounding smell of alcohol, and cheap neon lights that were making everyone look just a little sick were starting to give you a headache – or perhaps that was just the amount of alcohol you’v had earlier. But the warmth you felt in your belly, the fuzz in your head, and Leon’s arm brushing yours… that was nice. You were comfortable here, among friends and so close to him, but he was clearly determined to get you home. You watched Leon as he wobbled a little pushing himself upright, hands braced on the table like his life depended on it.

He looked about as stable as a baby deer on ice skates.

You sighed. If he was that gone, you probably weren’t much better… and bed did sound nice right about now.

“Fine,” you gave in, huffing like it hurt – though you both knew you weren’t really mad about it.

You mumbled your goodbyes to the others, before Leon’s hand found yours. You would call it an anchor if at least one of you had the ability to walk straight. The fresh air seemed to do little good too. Sure, it was nice to be able to breathe something else than the stuffy, alcohol-filled air in the bar, but it didn’t do much to two drunkards, trying to make their way home.

You were bothe swaying as you walked the rocky path that lead from the bar to the main street, half-holding each other up, half-ready to topple over at any second.

“We should get a taxi,” you slurred, trying to stop your escapade. With how the walk was going, you would be lucky to get home with just a few scrapes.

As you said that, it was Leon’s turn to pout.

“A taxi?” he repeated, like you’d just suggested putting his dog up for adoption. “We’re so close, though…” The house wasn’t far, that was true… but with the world spinning, every step felt like an achievement.

“I won’t carry you, when you fall on your face.” you huffed as he tugged your had to get you moving again.

“Wouldn’t let you,” he snorted, clearly amused “I’ll crawl, like a real man.” You rolled your ayes at that – a move you quickly regretted as the world spun even more. Enough to make you loose your balance. Whether you would have kissed the pavement or not, would remain a secret thanks to Leon’s swift reaction. Surprisingly fast for someone this drunk, but you were glad for his arm wrapping tightly around your waist.

“Careful.” he murmured, pulling you closer against his chest, forehead bumping clumsily against yours.

“ ‘m fine,” you mumbled back, but you clung to his jacket anyway, grasping at the only stable thing in your spinning world. He didn't let go of you for the rest of the way back, arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both marched forward.

It took twice as long as it should’ve, but somehow you made it down the street, past the apartment buildings with mostly dark windows. You looked at the ones with light inside with a soft smile. There was something deeply comforting in the fact you weren’t alone in your nightly escapades. Somewhere, someone was also up at this ungodly hour. It made the walk a bit more… pleasant.

As you finally reached the door to your house, you fumbled with the keys, giggling when Leon snatched them from your hand. Clearly he didn’t believe you wouldn’t drop them – a fair assumption really. He managed to shove the door open after three tries, making you both stumble inside. Neither of you were ready for them to open.

"Home sweet home,” Leon muttered dramatically once you were standing steadily again. He leaned against the door to click them shut. For a moment, you thought he would slide down and stay on the floor with how heavy his eyes were.

There was something in the way he looked – eyes dropping, lips slightly parted – that made you unable to look away. He looked so soft, so stupidly pretty like that, it made your chest tighten. You took a step closer, fingers slipping under his jacket, just enough to feel the warmth that laid beneath.

Leon blinked, a slow, sleepy smile tugging at his mouth. “Hey,” he breathed, voice low, a little hoarse. His hands found their way to your hips like it was second nature – thumbs pressing lazy circles into your sides through the thin fabric of your clothes. His hands alone made you feel steadier than your legs did. Warm and solid… your head spun in a different kind of way. You pressed closer, chest brushing his, mouth so close you could feel his breath on your lips. You didn’t need a clear brain to know you needed him.

Without thinking – you weren’t even sure you could think anymore – you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

“Want you,” you whispered into his lips, the words slipping out between kisses. Leon’s breath caught for just a second, his brain needing a moment to process what you had said, how needy you have been. He was all over you after that second, like you’d just given him permission for something he’d been craving all night. His fingers dug into your hips and he pulled you even closer against his body, kissing you desperately.

You barely felt his hands slip down to cup your ass, squeezing just a little too eagerly before venturing even lower. He only paused when his fingers reached your thighs. He had to bend a little to grasp them, just enough to hook his hands underneath. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you up, slow and steady, and your legs wrapped around his hips. You squeaked softly as his body wobbled for a second. Truthfully, you were both lucky there was a door behind him – otherwise, you would be lying on the floor now. He took slow paces through the hallway, aiming for their bedroom, and you gasped when your back hit the wall, his body pressing against yours.

“I… planned that” he huffed, making you choke out a laugh. He pretty clearly did not plan on that, but just did not aim for the doorway in his drunken state. That didn’t stop him from using this brief stop to devour you. His lips traced a path from your neck to your collarbone, leaving behind a trail of fervent kisses that sent shivers along your skin, each warm breath a silent promise of more.

“Sure you did,” you tried to tease, but the words that left you were more breathless than you intended, the neediness betraying you.

His teeth sank into your collarbone, making you whine softly as your hand tangled in his golden locks. “Smartass,” he huffed against your skin, lapping at the mark he had left. You tugged his hair, a weak attempt to pull him back so you could see his face – or perhaps just get him away from the now slightly painful spot – but all it did was make him groan against your skin his breath hot and uneven.

“Leon…” you managed, hands clumsily tugging at his hair again. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Yeah… yeah, right,” he huffed, annoyed that you had stopped him from enjoying you right here “Bed.” the words were as if he needed to remind himself too. He shifted his grip under your thighs, tightening his hold before pushing off the wall – carrying you the few stumbling steps that separated you from the soft bed.

It was somewhere behind you – close enough to fall into. And you did, pulling him down with you, bodies hitting the mattress with a not-so-soft thud and matching groans.

“Shit, we need a new mattress,” you groaned, face scrunched up from the unpleasant meeting your back just had with the bed. You were both just a bit too eager to remember that throwing yourselves onto the bed wasn’t exactly the smartest idea.

Leon mumbled quiet “sorrys” against your skin, lips brushing your neck between every word. Whatever guilt he felt about the rough landing clearly wasn’t enough to stop him – if anything it made him act even more desperate to touch you, mouth trailing down the slope of your neck, hands slowly slipping under your shirt.

It was off before you knew it, his hands moving behind you to unclasp your bra.

“So beautiful…” he mumbled, watching your chest with shiny eyes.

He was drunk, incredibly so – you both were. But his eyes still slipped to yours before he did anything, looking for the permission to continue. The slightest nod of your head was enough for him to lean down, lips pressing a soft kiss to your nipple. He was slow only for a moment, only until first gasp escaped your lips, before he was all over you again, kissing and sucking on your tender breast, while his hand was playing with the other.

“L-Leon…” you stuttered, thighs rubbing against each other in hopes to get any kind of friction. You burned for him. Burned with the need that was making you go crazy. “Please… just,” the words died on your tongue when you felt the softest scrape of his teeth.

That bastard chuckled against your skin, clearly amused by your inability to speak. “What do you want, princess?” the nickname made you giggle. He only ever used it when he was drunk, otherwise calling you something cheesy like his pumpkin or petal.

“You,” you whispered, smashing his cheeks between your hands. “I want you. Need you. Please… fuck me until I can’t feel my legs.”

Leon seemed a little taken aback by how straight-forward you were – another side effect of alcohol, it took all the shyness right out of you. You, at least. Him? He turned bright red, eyes widened for a split second before he buried his face in the soft valley between your breasts, hiding in it. He mumbled something unintelligible against your skin, before his lips were back on you, slowly travelling down to the hem of your pants.

You felt a wave of heat wash over you as he struggled with the zipper – not that it was particularly hot, but the way his fingers fumbled with it and the focused look on his face with his tongue caught between his teeth made you feel hot. That was your man. Desperate and needy and so, so  drunk.

When the zipper finally gave in with a soft click, Leon let out a breathless little laugh against your stomach before pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. You giggled when he nearly lost his balance, unprepared for how easily they would give in.

“Keep laughing,” he murmured, voice hoarse as he leaned to press a soft kiss just below your navel. “See what happens.” Your breath hitched when his mouth dipped lower – down your belly, until his head was between your parted thighs.

“Pretty…” he murmured, the word slurred, muffled against your skin as he peppered soft kisses on your clit. Not yet feasting, but appreciating the meal he had before him. “So fucking pretty…”

Your fingers buried themselves in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. He didn’t mind – if anything, it only made him hungrier. He dragged his tongue along you, slow at first – a lazy, teasing stroke that made your hips jump – then deeper, his mouth locking onto you like he’d die if you pulled him away. He ate like a man starved, whining into you like it was giving him pleasure to be buried between your legs.

“L-Lee~” you whined his name, hand pulling on his hair. No strength in the world could pull him away now. “S-shit…” Your head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as heat coiled tight and low in your belly. Every wet, sloppy drag of his tongue pushed you closer. It was too much already… You tugged at his hair again and he groaned into you, the vibration shooting up your spine.

Before you could argue, he pressed you closer against his face, tongue fucking you open while his nose bumped against your puffy clit. You were so close you could almost taste it. Moans of pleasure spilled from your lips, with every movement, interrupted only by the frustrated when he stopped for a brief second.

He pulled back just enough to speak, still close enough that you could feel every breath against yourself. “C’mon, baby,” he panted, his mouth slick and red. “Wanna feel you come for me.”

And when he sucked on you again the pleasure came crashing through you all at once. Your hand grasped his hair as the orgasm shook your body, riding it out on his face. You were still catching your breath when Leon finally pulled back, mouth slick, lips swollen from how thoroughly he’d ruined you. He gave your thigh one last kiss before parting from you. Pushing himself up, he crawled up your body until his face was hovering over yours, and you watched as he licked his lips to clean the last of your come from it.

You could still taste yourself on his tongue when he pressed his lips to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth in a kiss that could only be described as heated and sloppy. Neither of you worried about being graceful, nor did you care for it.

“On your belly, princess. C’mon…” he purred, voice hot against your ear. His tone made it sound like a question, but his hands were already on you, slowly guiding you to turn on your belly. You cheek was smushed against the pillow and all you could do was squeezed the bedding with your fingers as he lifted your hips higher. “Good girl…” he rasped, leaning in to kiss the back of your neck., his hips already pressing forward, letting you feel just how hard and desperate he was. You felt a soft kisses being pressed down your spine as his hand slipped lower, fingers curling into the skin of your hips. He just couldn’t wait another moment.

“Stay still,” he warned with a spank to your ass. He pulled away for a moment, and all you could here were the sounds of his breathing and clothes being thrown onto the floor. Then, he was behind you again, murmuring praises at how good you were for staying still.

When the blunt head of him nudged at your entrance, you couldn’t help but push back a little, earning yourself another quiet laugh and a smack to your hip that made you gasp.

“Impatient,” he teased. “Can’t even wait a second, huh? Gonna give you what you want, princess. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember your own name.”

He was slow at first, the way he bullied his cock deeper inside your tight warmth inch by inch, slapping you softly each time you tried to buck back into him. You thought you’d actually go crazy before he bottomed out.

You could feel him let out a pleasurable sigh when he finally did, his hips pressing against your ass making his head swirl with need. Still, he took his time, forehead resting on your back as he let out a groan.

“So good…” he breathed, voice mumbled by your skin “Could stay like this forever…” the soft shaking of your hips brought him out of his haze. He could stay like this forever, but right now, he needed to fuck you was overpowering every cell in his body. He needed to hear your moans filled with pleasure as his hips snapped into you. He pulled back, then snapped forward again, a little harder this time – enough to prompt a soft moan out of you and make your fingers curl tightly in the sheets.

Every thrust pushed you forward into the mattress, the soft smack of skin on skin mixing with your broken moans and his rough, breathless praises.

“So fucking tight… so good for me… that’s it, baby, take it– fuck…” His voice cracked when you clenched around him, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.  He pressed his chest to your back, mouthing at your shoulder, teeth scraping at your skin. You could feel the way his breaths hitched witch each snap of his hips. He was close… you didn’t need words to know that, just the sudden roughness of his thrusts and uncontrollable, downright sinful whines that left his lips.

The room was filled with your joined moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin so loud you almost felt bad for your neighbours. Almost. The thought quickly slipped away from you, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

“I’m so close–” he whimpered, each thrust turning sloppy, desperate.

He was close. But Leon wasn’t a selfish lover. Even in his drunken state, he aimed for you to cum with him, and you cried out when his hand slid down to stop between your thighs.

“Shit–  F-fuck, Leon~” you cried out, the pleasure blinding you. You barely had time to recover from your first orgasm, and he had you right on the edge of overstimulation with how rough he was treating you. Anything to make your walls squeeze around his cock.

“C’mon princess,” he rasped, the gentle massaging of his hand a stark contrast to how rough his thrusts were. “Milk my cock–“

Your words dissolved into broken gasps and your whole body shuddered, walls tightening around him so hard it knocked the air out of his lungs as he came with you, emptying inside your warm heat.

“Fuck… that’s it princess–” he gasped, riding out his high with his cock buried deep inside you. Your body fell limply onto the bed, held up only where the two of you were still connected.

“Holy shit” you whined into the pillow. Your legs felt like jelly. Your whole body did, and the moment he pulled out of you, you plopped down lifelessly.

“Wait here,” he mumbled, softer than before, words adorned with a few kisses to your shoulders. You barely managed a nod, your eyes fluttering as you were snapping in and out of consciousness. You felt him slip away, and the room went quiet for a moment, lulling you away from the world. Until the sudden warmth of a wet cloth made you flinch back to life. Gentle and careful, Leon wiped you clean. After he finished, the towel landed somewhere on the floor with a plop, and the bed dipped again with his weight. He curled next to you, warm hands pulling you into his embrace.

“You okay?” he aske with hands rubbing soft circles into your hips – an apology for how rough he was with every snap of his hips. Not that you minded him being rough, but the softness was always greatly appreciated. So you smiled, using the last of your energy to nuzzle into his naked chest.

“Brilliant.” You let out a soft chuckle, eyes slowly closing.

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Benji Dunn x reader - (Im)possible to focus

Paring: Benji Dunn X reader

Summary: You are a drunk, flirty, and teasing mess. Benji can't concentrate when you are like this.

Warning: I wish one day, I could take such a nice picture.. Alas, I will have to content myself with a Pinterest pic. Mention of Tequilla, for all of you, who can taste the hangovers caused by it.

(Im)possible to focus:

Benji Dunn had been in love with you for what felt like forever.

Not the dramatic, heart-in-flames kind of love. No, it was quieter than that. Softer. The kind that built itself up over late-night mission planning and cramped van stakeouts, over the way you laughed at your own bad jokes, or always remembered to grab his favorite energy drink before a mission. It crept up on him, slow and stubborn—until one day he realized there was no part of his life you hadn’t slipped into.

Luther knew, of course. So did Ethan. They’d tease him about it in passing nudges, smirks, a not-so-subtle “maybe you should just tell her.” but Benji always brushed it off with a nervous laugh or a change of subject. Because how does he tell someone like you, someone brilliant and brave and out of his league in a dozen different ways, that he's quietly been building a future around the sound of your voice?

He doesn’t.

He just kept showing up, doing his job, pretending the look in his eyes doesn’t unravel him every time he gets too close.

Until one night, you stumble off a mission slightly drunk, still beautiful, and smiling like trouble, and suddenly Benji has a much bigger problem on his hands than he’s ever trained for.

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The tequila hit you faster than expected, warm and reckless, loosening the tight coil of nerves you usually kept locked away. You hated it, the way your heart skipped every time Benji was near, the butterflies that wouldn’t quit, no matter how many missions you pulled together. It annoyed you, really. How was it possible to be so distracted by just one guy? Especially Benji, always the brainy, nervous tech guy. But no. He had your tongue tied and your thoughts scrambled.

Tonight, the weight of pretending was too much. Pretending you didn’t notice the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, or how your chest tightened when he laughed. Hiding your feelings had become exhausting. And honestly? It was kind of ridiculous.

Your boots clicked against the floor as she stumbled back into the safehouse, the remnants of the mission and a few too many drinks trailing behind you. Then, just like that, you locked eyes with Benji across the room.

The butterflies in your stomach flipped again. Your grin grew mischievous. Maybe it was the tequila talking, or maybe it was time.

Time to stop hiding.

Time to test the waters.

“Heyyyyy,” you drawled, walking into the operations room like a cowboy after a long ride, if the cowboy had glitter on their cheek and smelled faintly of lime.

Benji looked up from his monitor and froze. Luther turned slowly in his chair. Ethan, ever the professional, sighed like a man who’d aged ten years in the last ten minutes.

“You’re back,” Luther said.

“I am,” you announced proudly. “In one piece. Which is more than I can say for the guy who challenged me to a mezcal chugging contest.”

Benji opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Are you… okay?”

“I’m thriving,” you beamed, arms stretched out like you were ready to be crucified by a hangover. “Ten out of ten. No notes.”

“You smell like a bar floor,” Luther muttered.

“That bar floor won us the microdrive with the nuclear launch codes on it,” you pointed out, flopping into a chair with absolutely no coordination. “You’re welcome.”

Ethan stepped in, arms crossed. “Great. You can sleep it off on the plane. We’re wheels up in twenty. Benji will brief you.”

You blinked at him. “Huh?”

“We got a new mission,” Benji explained gently. “While you were, um… blending in.”

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You looked at him. Like, really looked at him.

And there it was again, that adorable little furrow in his brow, the nervous energy practically crackling off him. You barely heard his words, but man, his mouth moved so nicely when he talked. His lips were doing a whole performance. You were captivated. There could have been subtitles and a background score, and you still would’ve stared.

Benji paused mid-sentence. “You’re not listening, are you?”

“Nope,” you said cheerfully.

The tablet in Benji’s hands was clearly trying its best. He had diagrams, thermal scans, a bullet-pointed infiltration sequence, all very smart, very Benji. But you were leaning against the wall beside him, legs stretched out lazily, cheek resting on your hand as you stared up at him like he was an alien species made entirely out of sunshine and soft sweaters.

He was focused, reading from the tablet. “…once we get into the gala, the target’s expected to meet with a buyer, codenamed—”

You blinked slowly.

Nice eyes.

“…you’ll be in position by the east wing. Disguises are prepped. I uploaded blueprints to your—”

Cute nose. The way it crinkled a little when he got technical.

“…backup’s arriving in a separate convoy—are you even hearing this? You’re staring.”

“I am.” You didn’t even pretend to hide it.

You rested your chin in your hand, turned your head toward him with a blissful, dopey smile, and booped his nose. “I like the way you talk.”

Benji’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“…what?”

“You’re just so…” You waved your fingers vaguely, as if that explained it. “Benji.”

Benji shifted in his seat, gripping the tablet a little too tightly.

“Okay,” he told himself. “Focus. You’re a professional. You’ve trained for this. You’ve hacked nuclear facilities in Belarus. You do not get rattled by—”

His eyes flicked to you.

“—by smiles. Or knees touching yours. Or that lip thing she’s doing.”

He sat back like the seat might offer protection. It did not.

You, on the other hand, were basking in the effect you had on him. It was rare to see Benji flustered to the point of collapse. His cheeks were practically glowing, and his knee had started bouncing like it was trying to send Morse code for "HELP ME."

“You always wear glasses when you brief?” you asked, ignoring him entirely. “Or is that just for me?”

He cleared his throat. “I need them to read.”

“Hm,” you said, eyes twinkling. “They make you look very… smart. Like a genius who might accidentally defuse the wrong bomb but still look good doing it.”

His lips parted, but no sound came out. His thumb accidentally flicked the tablet screen too fast, skipping four slides ahead.

“You cannot be undone by one smile and a half-drunken compliment,” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the tablet for the fifth time.

But you looked at him again, really looked at him.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted silently, “maybe I do like her. A little. A lot. A catastrophic amount.”

He closed his eyes for a second, just to regroup.

“She’s literally drunk on cartel tequila and flirting like she’s in the spy rom-com version. Get a grip, man.”

You giggled. “What’s your type, Benji?”

“My type?”

“Yeah,” you said casually, resting your chin on your hand. “Like. Do you go for the cool, serious types? Mysterious femme fatale? Hacker girls? Tequila-scented messes with messy hair and bad timing?”

Benji’s mouth opened. Then closed. “I, uh—don’t really—”

“Let me guess,” you said, eyes dancing. “You’ve never been flirted with on a plane by a semi-drunk teammate mid-mission briefing before.”

He gave a helpless laugh. “Not exactly a common occurrence, no.”

You leaned just a little closer, your voice dropping a note. “Well. First time for everything.”

Benji’s entire face went red. His brain short-circuited.

Words failed. Logic failed. The tablet in his hand might as well have been a toaster.

“She’s not even trying to be subtle,” he thought, eyes wide. “Is she joking? Please tell me she’s joking. Oh god, what if she’s not joking?”

He coughed, very professionally. “I should, uh, get back to .. slides.”

“I’m listening,” you said, clearly not listening at all. “I just like when you talk. You have a soothing voice.”

Benji shifted in his seat, looking like he was seriously considering jumping out of the emergency exit.

“Do you always get this shy?” you asked softly.

His response was a squeak.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh and finally leaned back in your seat, giving him a little break. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. For now.”

He peeked at you from the corner of his eye, cautiously hopeful. “You will?”

You grinned. “No.”

Benji stared at the same mission slide for what felt like hours. Nothing was registering. He could hear his own pulse over the soft hum of the jet engines.

You shifted just a little closer, letting your hand rest on his knee.

His soul briefly left his body.

“I’ve lost all grip on reality,” he thought. “I don’t even know what I’m briefing anymore. This could be a grocery list. I’d believe it.”

He inhaled, clinging to what was left of his dignity.

“If she leans any closer,” Benji thought with wild-eyed panic, “I’m going to throw this tablet out the emergency exit, fake a nosebleed, and lock myself in the lavatory until we land.”

And honestly? It was starting to sound like a solid plan.

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The mission was done.

No gunfire. No alarms. No sprinting through underground corridors with Benji cursing at firewalls.

Just the quiet hum of nighttime Madrid pressing in around the safehouse, and the distant flicker of neon signs across the rooftops.

Benji stood beside you, arms crossed, tablet finally powered off and stashed away. His brain should’ve been enjoying the peace, finally, a moment without explosions or last-minute improvisation. But instead, it was loud. Chaotic. Mostly because of you.

You were perched on the ledge of the rooftop, legs swinging over the edge like this was all just a casual afterparty. You hadn’t said much since the debrief. You just… smiled. Like you were still holding onto something.

Benji shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, replaying the memory of earlier. The plane ride. The briefing. The ridiculous way you leaned in way too close, asked if he always looked that “mischievously intelligent,” and ran your fingers along his arm like you were checking for static.

No more teasing, he told himself. No more flirting. Finally, some peace.

But then the question settled, sharp and heavy in his chest:

Did she really mean it?

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You were looking up at the stars now, lips parted in thought, that quiet little smile still ghosting on your face.

The way you looked at him back on the plane, like he was the only person in the room. The compliments, the soft touches. Were they just drunk-tired nonsense? Or something more?

You caught him staring.

“Benji,” you said softly, “you’re doing the overthinking face.”

He blinked. “I have a face for that?”

You nodded with mock solemnity. “It’s very... furrowed. Looks like you’re trying to defuse a bomb and do taxes at the same time.”

Benji gave a dry chuckle and looked down at his shoes. “That’s… surprisingly accurate.”

You nudged him lightly with your shoulder, your voice quieter now. “Listen, about earlier… I might have been a tiny bit tipsy.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just a bit?”

You gave him that smile—the one that had haunted him through more briefings than he’d admit. “Okay. Maybe more than a bit. But hey, it worked.”

He tilted his head. “Getting teased and flirting with me worked?”

“Sure did,” you said, smirking. “You didn’t run away. That’s something.”

Benji looked at you, really looked. You weren’t being flirty now. Not performative. You were just… there. Earnest. Still a little flushed from the post-mission comedown and maybe the tequila, but your eyes were clear now. Sure.

You reached out without thinking, resting your hand on his knee and giving it a playful squeeze.

He froze. “W-was that intentional?”

You tilted your head, lips curving in a smirk. “Maybe. You know. For science.”

He laughed nervously, eyes darting away for a second before returning to yours. “You’re dangerous when you’re curious.”

“Well,” you said, leaning just slightly closer, “if I’m going to be a mess, might as well have a good reason.”

And there it was again, the air shifting between you. Not heavy, not explosive. Just… full. With tension. With potential. With years of teasing, almost, maybe.

Benji’s pulse hammered in his ears as you closed the distance, your breath warm against his cheek.

He didn’t move at first. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. But your eyes flicked down to his lips, and that was permission enough.

He leaned in slowly, meeting you halfway. When your lips finally touched, it wasn’t fireworks or a dramatic swell of music. It was soft. Tentative. Real. The kind of kiss that said: Hey. Finally.

Neither of you rushed it. Neither pulled away too soon.

When it ended, you were both a little breathless. And smiling like fools.

Benji opened his mouth to say something—anything—but was promptly interrupted by Luther’s voice crackling over the comms:

“Hey lovebirds, I swear to God, if you’re making out on the roof and not helping me re-pack the gear…”

You burst out laughing, head falling against Benji’s shoulder.

He groaned. “He’s always listening. It’s terrifying.”

You looked up at him, your grin still wide. “Well… guess some things never change.”

Benji looked at you, heart still thumping, and smiled back. “I hope at least one thing does.”

[dracul444]

LOGAN HOWLETT X HOUSEWIFE!READER ^_^

You wait for Logan to return home, but when he finally does, he's hours late without any communication.

cw - smut with plot, drunk!reader, housewife

a/n- HIIII this is my first loganfic and also my first smut so I apologise if the smut isn't as good :(

a like is appreciated

As the sun began to set, you prepared for your evening of dimming the lights, having playing softly in the back whilst cleaning the kitchen, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. The thought of Logan coming home, and you two cuddling up in bed was the thought that couldn’t leave your head. Even though he’d only left a few hours ago, you missed him already. You missed the trail of soft kisses he left on your collarbone before leaving for work and the way his rough hand would linger on your waist, making me giddy with excitement. Every day, I found yourself watching the clock, waiting for the exact moment he walks through the door each day—9:22.

You truly am a fool for him. A fool who, for him, became a housewife—a life I would have never imagined for yourself. Yet here you was, dedicating yourself to preparing meals and looking beautiful for him. It was something you would have opposed just a few years ago, but now, it felt natural, even more fulfilling than climbing any corporate ladder. As much as you valued my independence, there was something about waiting for Logan to come home that you adored. It became your quiet pleasure, a ritual you looked forward to every single day. 

And he loved it, too. 

His constant praises of—“You take care of me so well” and “You look so gorgeous”—only fuelled your desire to give him more. It made me want to cook the most perfect meals for him and buy even more beautiful, daring nightgowns, ones that were just a little shorter, just for him. 

You stood in front of the mirror, applying the sparkly gloss Logan always said reminded him of a certain shade of pink and spritzing the perfume that always made Logan hold me for extra long just to smell.  Your gaze shifted back to the mirror, catching your reflection. The pink silk nightgown draped over you elegantly, hugging your figure in all the right ways. Its soft shimmer caught the dim light, adding a subtle glow to the fabric. It was delicate, beautiful, and undeniably pretty—something you knew Logan would love. The thought of his eyes lingering on you, the way his lips would curve into that familiar smile, sent a rush of warmth through you.

Lost in your thoughts, you glanced at the clock—9:21. Any minute now, you thought to myself, my heart fluttering with anticipation. 

You brought out two wine glasses, one for you and one for Logan. You poured myself a glass to keep your thirst ahold until he comes home.  Minutes turned into hours of sitting on our bed waiting for him. You glanced at your phone again — nothing. No phone calls, no messages?

You were sad, disappointed, and irritated. The more minutes that went by without Logan walking through the door, the heavier those emotions became. As those feelings grew, the only thing you could think to do was pour more wine into your glass.

By the third or fourth glass, you stopped checking the clock. It was only then you realised just how much you’d had to drink. Your vision blurry, the room tilting slightly as you flopped into bed trying to keep yourself stable. You blinked trying to clear your vision but the wine took ahold. The bedroom lights loomed down on you making your head pound. Just then a familiar noise echoed in the house. Keys. Logan was home. The sound of his footsteps which was shortly followed by the sound of his keys being tossed on the kitchen counter confirmed my questions. Your head shot toward the door of our room that swung open and large figure stepped in. His eyes met mine. His hair was disheveled, his tie hung loose around his neck. He looked a mess but the thing i 

“Sweetheart” he gently said pulling me out of my thoughts.

You huff and rolled your eyes directing your eyes off him, the bitterness flared up again.

“I’m so sorry.” he added, stepping towards me. 

You pushed yourself off the bed and started to walk to your mirror. Logan following closely behind trying to grovel his way into forgiveness. 

“please understand me baby I got held back” Logan said softly

“For 2 hours?” You questioned, clearly not buying it

“I know it sounds ridiculous but-“

You turned to face him, cutting him off, “The least you could’ve done was call me”. You whispered with a noticeable slur following your words.

“I know, I know” he said guiltily. “i’ve been all over the place recently” He paused mid sentence and he started to studying you. 

“are u drunk?”  His tone laced in amusement 

His question took me off guard. 

“What does that have to do with anything” You snap back sharper than intended.

You glared at him. “Don’t try to brush over you leaving me alone.”

“I’m not,” he replied, his tone gentle now. “I just… I didn’t expect to come home to this.” He looked at you noticing the unstableness of your movements.

“Well, what did you expect?” You shot back “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. You left me here, waiting.” Your voice cracked on the last word, and I hated myself for it, for letting the sadness creep into the edges of my anger. You turned back to the mirror to avoid letting him seeing your eyes becoming glossier.

Logan’s smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of guilt.

“I know,” he said lowly. “I should’ve called”. I stared at him. I wanted to stay mad at him but his tone 

His hands wrapped around your waist pulling my back close to his chest, both of your bodies swaying side to side. He started to kiss a trail from your temples to your collarbone “I know i messed up baby”. He said in between kisses. 

“Let me make it up to you.” He hummed after as if it was a question or a plea.

You tried to stay upset but you couldn’t his tone made it impossible.

Both of your eyes met in the mirror and you slowly nodded your head. 

once he sees this, he turns you around gently to face him and took your hand directing you to the bed.

As he sat down, my eyes fixated on the fabric of his trousers revealing bulge that started to grow between his legs. Your breath hitched, heat creeping up your body as his gaze met mine. This sparked something deep within you, a realisation of just how much you wanted him in this moment. It may’ve been the wine making you extra needy but when I stared down at him, I craved his touch and the way he would comfort me —more than anything, I needed him entirely.  He stared up at you as if he was trying to tell you to come closer to him or on top of him. You followed his silent demands and shifted onto his lap, settling yourself so that one of your legs was draped over his thigh. His hand made it to your cheek turning your face to look at him. 

You went into kiss him, this time it was desperate. His hands slipped down to your waist, pulling you even closer.

“Logan, I wan’ you” Your lips still pressed against his.

He pulled away and slightly chuckled “You’re drunk. Lets get you to bed”

“No” You insisted

Although Logan wanted to have you just as much, he thought that it was wrong to take advantage of you in this state.

Your hands slithered down his body to the touch the bulge that was under the fabric. It was hard and did not try to hide it.

“Stop. We can’t.” Logan said as his tone dancing somewhere between restraint and desire. His words contradicted the way he held me and looked at me in this moment. 

“Why not?” You whispered looking at him. “I thought you wanted to make it up to me” 

His jaw clenched and his eyes roved from your lips, to where your hand was then back to up to your eyes.  

A playful smile crept onto his face, “Have you always been this needy?”.

His leaned in for another kiss. Your lips crashed, his kiss hungry and unrelenting, as if he’d been holding back for too long. His hands roamed down your sides, pressing you closer to him, and you felt the tension was replaced by unrestrained needs. Still palming his cock in one hand Logan let out groans making the damp patch in your panties grow. 

With your lips still in-tacked, he picked you up and laid you on the bed with his frame towering over you. His hand quickly roamed underneath your nightgown reaching the fabric of your panties pulling it down. 

My nightgown now bunched at your waist and my wet cunt exposed to him. He used his middle and ring finger to move up and down the slit.

“Missed me much?” he said teasingly.

Your breathing slightly quickened as his fingers ran over my sensitive bud. My breath hitched which caused Logan to say “So sensitive”.

Your arousal created a clear coat around his fingers that he brought up to his lips and licked them clean.

“Such a slut” You say as a whisper but loud enough for him to hear and smile at your words.

Logans head started to lower going in-between your legs.

“Such a pretty pussy” Logan says. The warmth of his breath fanned against your cunt.

He pinned your thighs down with his hands gripping your thighs to restrict your movements. 

“Stay still for me, I don’t want to hurt you”

You nod your head.

His tongue licked up and down your slit.

Your breathing started to quicken followed by huffs.

Spreading your folds, he started to circle your clit with his tongue, quickening his pace.

The building of pleasure raised in your stomach only making you focus on chasing your release.

“Logan, mmmh, you always know how to make me feel s’good….fuck” you say as breathy moans followed closely with your words.

The wine mixed with pleasure made you mumbled out random words.

You could briefly hear Logan’s muffled laugh making me shy.

“Lo-Logan please” My words slurred with each other

“Tastes sooo goodd” His words dragged out 

He pulled away kissing from your abdomen to your neck.

Logan stood up on the side of the bed to start removing his belt. His belt made a dull thud when hitting the floor making you more excited. You sat on your knees reaching for the waist of his jeans pulling them down revealing the band of his underwear. You pulled the fabric down and his cock bounced up to meet his abdomen. “Take it off” He eyed at your gown. No hesitation, you crossed your arms to pull the gown over your head leaving you fully naked in-front of him. He crawled on top of you pushing your legs in apart. 

“Please lo’ I-i want you” you begged for him 

“want me to fill this pretty cunt up?” He fists his cock slapping the tip on your cunt

He says as his voice is laced in amusement making you bite your lip as your lips carve into a daring smile.

“Mhm” you hum in response, “please lo’ I wan’ you now” you begged for him

“So needy aren’t you” he says rubbing his tip in between your folds.

He pulled your body up, positioning you to straddle his hips.

He slips his cock in, making your walls tighten around him. 

You gasp at his size making your back arch. He groaned as your hole swallowed his size tightening around his cock.

Holding his shoulders you started to roll your hips into his cock. Lifting your head up from the pleasure, Logan started to kiss your neck, making small marks on your neck.

His cock rubbed against your spot as he moved faster causing your whines turn into loud moans.

“Look at you, going dumb on my cock”

His words played in your ears like a sweet hum.

The familiar feeling grew in your stomach each time his tip rubbed against your spot

“I missed yo-u so much, baby,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need as your hands touched his chest. “I know you did,” he murmured, their lips curving into a grin. His hands slid slowly up your waist, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make your breath hitch.

Holding your waist, he grunted each time your bodied collided. 

Chasing your release, you leaned back onto the bed letting his take control

“Lo’, im so close…go faster”

Following your orders, he thrusted deeper and harder into you making your legs tremble.

Your breathing started to hitch as you came close to your release.

His thrusts becoming faster each thrust

The knot in your stomach finally released causing you to whine

Logan rode out your orgasm by slowly moving in and out of you to make sure you let go of all of your cum.

The sound of the slow panting of Logan and your breathing filled the hot air. He fell by your side as a thick off-white colour oozed out of your cunt.

“You did well baby” He hushed in your ear whilst kissing your forehead slowly yet intimately howls you tried to steady your breathing.

Your eyes grew heavy as you felt sleep tugging at the edges of your consciousness. 

“Let’s go to bed now” He laid by you turning you on your side to lay on his chest. His chest falling up and down  in a steady rhythm made you fall into a sleep quicker than expected. 

Falling asleep next to him and in his arms made you feel safe, that’s why you loved being with him.

[coquettebiatch]

Drunk!reader leaning on Rafes chest at a party as he handles business. You whine wanting to go home or that you have a headache from people’s loud conversation. “Hey…Hey!” He slightly slaps your cheek as you slowly pass out but awakened by his touch. “You said you wouldn’t back down tonight.” He say taking a small amount of the wight powder from a mini bag. “Open.” He demands. With your mouth open he uses his finger to spread the powder in the insides of your mouth.

next thing you know, you’re back up dancing,drinking and making friends. Rafe is over in the conversation keeping a eye on you while he stresses about selling.

[pintrestgrl]

Hi there!!

I'm currently rewatching before the new season comes out and S1 Rafe is so baby!!

He's an asshole but he's cute.

I'm on the Midsummers episode rn, so can I please request Rafe and his girlfriend walking home after the celebrations are over and because she's a little drunk and her feet hurt he's such a gentleman and, like, carries her heels and stuff?

I feel like he'd be such a sweetheart with her 🫶🏻

omg ok yes !! also he might seem like he’s still an asshole with her, but that’s because he is. but just a bit less of an asshole.

hope u like this anon !! also send more jj maybank asks pls ! i love that man w all my heart

season1!rafe with drunk!reader

i feel like he’d be annoyed the second he saw you drink one too many,

he’d be rolling his eyes at every drunken word you said.

he’d take you home as soon as the parties over,

he’d want to get you out of there before you said something stupid.

well, stupider then what you already had spoken.

he’d be walking you home, lecturing you about why you can’t be drinking infront of everyone from figure 8.

but ofc you weren’t listening, you didn’t even say anything back until your feet started hurting.

“ray, my feet hurt.”

“okay? that’s not my fault. it’s because of those stupid shoes. take ‘em off.”

“i don’t want too, the grounds dirty.” you’d slur out, whining.

he knew he probably should’ve been a gentleman and just picked you up the first time, but he didn’t feel like it.

you’d whine and complain for probably about 10 minutes, before he had enough.

you’d be mid sentence, and he’d just scoop you up as he rolled his eyes.

“there. are you happy now?”

“mhm. thank you, rafey.”

“don’t call me that.”

he’d mutter, rolling his eyes.

he secretly, kinda, really, really deep down inside had a soft spot for her.

because if it was any other girl whining like that, he would’ve just left them on the side of the road.

it was just a plus that your dress had ridden up a bit on your thighs when he picked you up.

[ericshoney]

Mini Matt gets drunk ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: partying, alcohol, throwing up, underage drinking (don't do it!), being forced to drink underage, spiked drinks, protective!triplets, platonic pet names.

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It was supposed to be a normal party. One of your friends wanted to celebrate their following on TikTok by having a large party. You agreed to go, hoping to have a good time, however Nick, Matt and Chris didn't go as they didn't really know your friend. You understood and didn't force them to go, but how the party was going now, you really wished they were there.

The party started a couple hours ago and it was going well, until a few guys arrived with bottles of alcohol. Your friend knew these guys but you didn't and started to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey girl! Come join us!" Your friend shouted from the kitchen. You were in the living room, watching all the drunk people grind against each other.

You sighed and held your root beer tightly, as you walked into the kitchen, seeing the same guys with many shot glasses and cups set up.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We're going to play a game and your joining!" Your friend cheered, pulling you over.

"I'm not drinking alcohol." You stated.

"Oh let loose!" She whined.

"I'm nineteen!" You exclaimed.

"Who cares!" One of the guys shouted.

You sighed and watched as they started playing a game, the alcohol quickly flowing. The small group then turned to you.

"Come on, just one shot!" Your friend shouted.

"Yeah don't be a pussy!" Another shouted.

You sighed as the group laughed and teased you. You could hear Matt's voice in the back of your head telling you not to do it, but when a shot glass was placed in your hand, replacing the root beer, you sighed again. You quickly downed the shot, making the group cheer and holler.

"See, that wasn't so bad!" Your friend screamed.

You shook your head and stood against the counter. One of the more quieter guys passed you another root beer. You gave him a small smile as you took a sip, not realising it was spiked.

Another hour went by with you sipping your root beer. You could tell it tasted different, but you brushed it off as a different brand. However, as the alcohol started to sink into your system, everything got kinda fuzzy.

"Hey! You okay?" Your friend called, seeing you swaying slightly.

"I'm great! But I want Nicky and Matty and Chrissy!" You slurred your words.

"Fuck. Where's your phone?" She asked, the guilt setting in quickly.

"Here dumbass!" You screamed, waving your phone around.

"Okay, let's get you outside and I'll call them." She said, gently guiding you outside.

You giggled as you stumbled around, your friend quickly calling Nick, who was already shouting at Matt to drive.

Ten minutes later, the familiar car pulled up, all three got out the car and rushed over to you.

"The fuck happen!" Chris shouted, seeing you pouting as you struggled with your shoes.

"I-I accidentally let her drink." Your friend lied.

"No! You, fuck! Didn't you forceeed me!" You exclaimed, ratting her out.

"It was one shot!" She shouted in defence.

"This root beer tastes funny!" You whined, waving the cup around.

Matt grabbed the cup from you gently and sniffed the drink, his nose scrunching up.

"It's spiked." He said.

"I'm so sorry." Your friend said.

"Maybe don't invite anyone underage if your planning on having alcohol." Nick said, the three of them gave her a disappointing look.

She sighed and apologised again as the guys helped you in the car, Matt driving home quickly.

"Nickkkkk." You whined, the boy next to you rubbing your back as you laid on him.

"Hmm, yes sweetheart?" He called.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, your eyes closed.

"No bub, don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault." He said.

"I gave into pressure." You admitted.

"It's okay, petal, none of us are mad." Matt called from the front.

"Yeah, kid. We're worried about you." Chris added.

"Never drinking again." You muttered, making the trio laugh.

"Good." Nick said.

You all soon arrived home, Nick helping you out of the car, however as soon as you entered the house, you rushed to Matt's bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. The guys rushed to you, all looking at you with sympathy.

"Oh sweetheart." Matt cooed, rubbing your back as he held your hair.

"I'll get some water, Chris go grab a bowl with cool water and a face cloth." Nick instructed.

Chris nodded and rushed off as Nick went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Matt continued rubbing your back, whispering to you gently.

"It's okay bub, we're here. Don't worry, let it all out." He said gently.

After you emptied your stomach, you sat back against Matt's legs. He rubbed your head, brushing any stray hairs out your face as Nick helped you drink some water and Chris patted the sweat off your forehead.

"Sorry." You whispered.

"Hey kid, we already told you, you don't have to be sorry." Chris said.

"Yeah, just relax okay." Nick said.

You nodded, your eyes closed as a headache started to set in. You knew you'd never probably drink again, unless it was a few years in the future.

[supernaturalfreewill]

Warnings: drunk adult of legal age lol "Okay, can you navigate the stairs?" Sam asked you, rushing to spot you as you charged forward toward your front porch.

"I'm not THAT drunk," you retorted, and quickly lost your balance on the second step.

"Whoa! Okay..." Sam caught you gently by the elbow and steadied you with another hand on the small of your back. "Let's just slow down a little, yeah?" he laughed, smiling down at you.

You were looking up at him with wide eyes. His were full of so many colors. You found it slightly dizzying. Or maybe that was the alcohol...

"You okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing down.

"Mmm," you nodded. "Sam. I have a secret..."

He laughed again and gently nudged you up the stairs and toward the front door. "You probably shouldn't tell me then," he replied.

You paused to dig around in your bag for your keys, biting your bottom lip. "Well—I mean, if you insist, I guess I could tell you." Your words were slightly slurred and Sam shook his head at you, cocking an eyebrow up.

"I didn't—but go on, I guess," he said, holding the door open when you finally managed to get the key in the lock and turn it. It was pretty clear that what he had to say mattered very little at the moment...

You waved him to come in but he only stood a little nervously on the mat as you dropped your purse and immediately began pulling off your shoes and your jacket. When you were done, you stepped close in front of him again and looked up at him. Sam's eyes flitted down to the soft pout of your lips. "You—you probably shouldn't tell me anything you consider a secret," he said quickly. "You're prettyyy drunk."

"But I want to tell you," you said, still staring up at him.

Sam gulped.

"Sammy—" A jolt of electricity zipped up his back when you said his name like that. You rarely called him 'Sammy'. "—you know, I've had a huge crush on you since the moment we met," you said. Your voice was breathy and low.

Sam gulped again. "Are you sure this isn't just the whiskey talking?"

You shook your head, looking slightly offended that he didn't believe you. "It's not the whiskey. It's true. And the longer I've known you—"

But Sam suddenly gently gripped your shoulders and interrupted you. "Y/N—I'm gonna stop you. You are drunk. And I don't want you to say something you might regret tomorrow."

You looked up at him and a perplexed expression muddled your face. "Why would I regret—"

"Just—trust me. Okay?" His heart was pounding. It took every bit of power he had to stop you from saying what it seemed like you'd been about to say. But he didn't want to hear it this way, with you foggy and fuzzy from a night at the bar and with him unable to feel right about grabbing you and kissing you, worried he'd be taking advantage... "But tomorrow, when you're sober, if you still want to tell me... I promise you I would be—beyond happy to hear it. But for now... goodnight. Drink some water, eat something, and get some sleep, okay? I'll check in with you tomorrow."

Prompt: "Mmmm I have a secret." / "You probably shouldn't tell me then." / "Oh geez, well... I mean... if you insist, I guess I could tell you." / "I didn't but go on, I guess..."

[agent-tempest]

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader recs list

oneshots

Over the influence- @bruisedboys [2.9k, Fluff, friends to lovers, friends trying really hard to be lovers, fluff, mutual pining, lovesick oblivious remus, drunk!reader, modern!au, rugby!james cw implied fem!reader, reader wears a skirt, alcohol consumption.]

Lovers Rock- @cosmal [12.4k, fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, modern!au, friends to lovers, absolute idiots in love, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, oblivious!remus, drunk!reader, drunk!remus, alcohol consumption. You and remus lupin have become really good at stealing each other away from parties.]

Skirts- @flwrbo [1.1k, kissing, reader wears a skirt, Professor!Remus, suggestive fluff. Everyone at Hogwarts just loves Professor Lupin’s pretty wife <;3]

To chase the sun- @mischiefmoons [lil over 1k, gender neutral Reader but a quick fem mention in the poem at the end, allusions to lycanthropy causing chronic pain, soft!comfy Remus. Grumpy!Remus hates the rain but loves his sunshine!reader]

Remus x Anxious!Reader- @bruisedboys [1.3k, Remus and anxious!reader where he asks her to be his, but she is worried that remus will think that she is too much to take care of]

The super blue moon- @ellecdc Remus Lupin x Black!reader who he takes out his Super Blue Moon frustrations on [1.6k words]

dabbles

James introducing shy!reader to Remus. - @luveline [>1k, Fluff, Shy!reader]

Barista!remmy flirting with chubby!reader- @inkdrinkerworld [He’d be hiding his flirting behind coffee recommendations, working up the courage to ask you out]

[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you write something where y/n is insecure about having a bigger vagina. maybe its during sex or when she's drunk or really however you want to write it.

Drunk Insecurities /blurb/

AN: i've had this in my inbox for a while and found the motivation to finally write it. i hope you enjoy. i know i said my next fic was gonna be a smut but when i thought about how i'd write this, i didn't see smut appropriate for my vision. hope that's okay. remember our bodies come in all different shapes and sizes and they are all beautiful. and remember to leave you feedback : ) also the words are orange rather then yellow in my authors note because tumblr must have took the yellow color away. i can't find it. 😭

This story contains: talks of what vaginas look like, insecurities, being drunk, mentions of sex, fluff

{ husband!harry - softrry - any harry era - non famous harry }

word count- 1,022

As Harry tries to bathe you in the shower after a night at the bar with some friends, you have a drunk meltdown with the thought that he thinks negatively about how your vagina looks.

You were currently drunk in the shower. Your husband Harry was in there with you, holding you upright and helping you wash off the smell of booze that lingered on your skin. You'd went out to a bar with a couple of your other married friends and now it was two in the morning and Harry's trying to help you get ready for bed. Key word, trying.

One thing to know about a drunk Y/n was that you get very emotional. You're an emotional drunk. Some people get silly when they're drunk. Some people get sleepy when they're drunk. Some people get sick when they're too drunk. But you, you'll burst into tears at every little inconvenience or negative intrusive thought.

Like right now, as Harry tries to wash over your body while also holding you upright, you burst into tears for the tenth time in a span of an hour. "Baby, you've gotta calm down f'me. Don't want you to make yourself sick from all the cryin' you're doin'. Then we'd have to shower you again."

"But, but," you begin though heaving breaths as you sob, "do you really like my beef curtains?" In your drunken state, you remembered a conversation you had in the bars bathroom with your friends Melony and Paige. Something about how Melony is insecure about having an "outie" vagina but she nicknamed it as her beef curtains. Then Paige saying she wished she had that problem because she's insecure with her innie. Oh the things girls talk about in bar bathrooms......

You kept quiet in the conversation because you didn't exactly want to share what your pussy looked like to your friends. But on the inside, you were just as insecure as Melony was. You know vaginas come in all shapes and sizes but what if your shape and size was unappealing to Harry. What if behind your back, he discussed how his wife had large beef curtains to his friends and they laughed. Your thoughts are totally irrational but your drunk brain can't help it.

Flabbergasted, Harry yells out, "WHAT!" Not in a mean way but in a shocked way. He's no idot. He knows what that can be slang for but he's not once looked at your vagina and thought, oh she has beef curtains. That sounds totally too offensive for Harry to ever think of saying to a women.

"Harry," you mutter annoyed, "my pussy!! Do you really like the way my pussy looks or have you been lying to me?" Now Harry knows your drunk, drunk. Sober you would never question his love for your pussy. Not with the way he treats it.

"My love, why are you askin me that right now? You know I love the way it looks, baby. I love the way all of you looks. All of your imperfections look." Harry responds as he takes the shower head in his right hand to rinse the suds off your body.

Crying again, you say, "Are you saying my pussy is imperfect?" Here we go again, Harry thinks. In your drunken state, you misunderstood his words and turned them into something he hadn't even meant.

Harry turns the water off and leads you out of the shower where he grabs a towel for each of you. He helps you sit on the closed toilet seat while he wraps his towel around his waist. Then begins to help dry you off. And as he dries you off, all Harry can think about is, are you really insecure about how your vagina looks? Or are you just super drunk.

Because in all the years of being with you, never once has he looked at your pussy and thought anything negative. To him it looks normal. Though he isn't blind with the fact pussies come in all shapes and forms, just like dicks do, but to him, your pussy is his normal. It's the only one he's had for nearly a decade and he almost forgot any other pussy even existed.

Coming out of his thoughts, Harry stands up from where he was kneeled down drying your legs, and coos gently, "Come on baby, lets go to the bedroom and get our clothes on so we can get in bed."

Now it's like you've completely forgot about your meltdown in the shower because you whine, "Can we sleep naked, pleaseee?" You don't always sleep naked. Most of the time you sleep in an oversized t-shirt and panties and Harry sleeps in just his briefs. But when you do sleep naked, it's usually after you've had sex and either you're too lazy to put clothes on or you want to feel close to one another after having sex.

So naturally, Harry's response is, "Fine, but no funny business. Your drunk, Y/n."

With no tears in sight anymore, you grin up at your tall husband and reply, "Hey, I know that. But, what about in the morning, hm?"

"If you're not puking in the toilet from how bad your hangover will be, I'll consider it, okay. But for now, lets go to sleep. I'm knackered." Harry helps you stand on wobbly legs from the toilet seat and helps you walk to the bedroom. Once in there, he peels back the duvet and sheets and carefully helps you crawl in the bed to get comfy.

Harry walks around to his side of the bed and slips his towel off before joining you in bed too. He turns the lamp off and slides over to your body so he can cuddle you. He's a big cuddler. Then before you both drift off to sleep, he whispers, "Wake me up if you need anythin', my love. Like if you feel sick or somethin'. I love you. Sleep well." Though he hopes the two glasses of water he made you drink before you got into the shower will help lesson the chances of you getting sick.

"Love you too, H." you manage to say before you're knocked out cold, loving the way his bare skin feels pressed against yours along with the alcohol in your system.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[me10dy10]

Drunk

Remus Lupin x drunk!fem!reader

Y/n and Remus are friends. Nothing more. But maybe they don't want to be just friends.

Remus Lupin was sitting at the bar, watching as his friends sang karaoke together. James Potter and Sirius Black were screaming a Queen song into the microphone but they somehow sounded really good.

Someone came and sat next to him and he immediately recognized her by her perfume. "Remmy," y/n whispered, putting her head in his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Come dance with me. Please."

Remus shook his head and laughed at the girl. "Merlin no."

"C'mon, love. Come dance. Lilly is in the toilets and now I have no one to dance with." Y/n had already started standing up and was pulling him with her, she was much stronger than she actually looked and was able to drag him to where everyone else was.

For about an hour, the two danced together. But then their friends wanted to leave and go back home. Y/n and Lilly walked together, holding hands and stumbling on the side walk in front of their boyfriends, running into each other and laughing. Y/n had almost fell off the curb and into the street but Remus grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. "Alright, you too are done," he told them. Remus put y/n over his shoulder and kept walking.

Y/n was mumbling things to Remus and although he was listening, none of it actually made sense. "Cause when- think about it. Are you thinking about it?" Remus nodded. "Kangaroos come from America. They're basically human."

"You're a human too, does that mean your from America?"

"I'm from Norway, you know this silly goose," she giggled. "But humans exist in America. My tummy hurts."

"We're almost home."

Y/n sighed and stopped talking about human kangaroos and instead she had started counting her steps. "Hundre," she whispered. "Hundre og trettifire."

And soon they made it to the apartment. Sirius and Marlene McKinnon had gone to their own, James and Lilly went to a different one and Remus and y/n walked up to theirs. The two weren't a couple, but since the other four were they had to share a room.

Y/n cheered when she walked into the apartment and immediately went to the fridge to grab a shot. "Hm, nope," Remus said taking it from her.

"Please, please. I'm thirsty," she said, dragging out the 'y'. Remus pointed to the water bottles they had. "No, please. Just one.

She tried to grab it from him and grabbed at his arms but then stopped and just looked up at him. He looked so pretty in the lighting. "Can I kiss you?" She asked.

Remus didn't say anything but just took a step back which surprised her. "I think it's best if you go to bed." He started walking her to their shared room.

Y/n just nodded. "You don't like me." He couldn't tell if it was more of a question or a statement.

"I didn't say tha-"

"So you do like me?"

"...I didn't say that... either."

The two had made it to their room and Remus went into the closet to grab her clothes to change into.

"Do you like me or not, Remus? Cause- Cause you will dance with me and you will... hold my hand and you helped me study in school and we had kiss sometimes and you act like my boyfriend. But then you turn around and go days without talking to me and... and you say the meanest things to me sometimes and you make me feel so skitt and like I'm so dumb an-and." She stopped and shook her head, tears falling from her face. "You're so confusing and I'm done trying."

"You're drunk, let's talk about this in the morni-"

"No! No! I... No. You don't like me. That's that." She silently walked to the bathroom and went to change into the clothes he gave her. Remus could hear her crying. He slept on the couch because he wanted to give her her space and was planning on what to say in the morning.

He did like y/n. He liked her a lot actually. Maybe even loved her and he never thought she felt the same way and now he was scared he ruined everything.

[violetmuses]

Armando picking drunk reader up from the club? <3

Wait! 😂 @xlarsobae

[needmorereading]

Too cute! 😍😍❤️❤️

Bodyguard Bucky x Drunk reader

This little drabble is for an idea from one of my favorite angel babies, its SO CUTE. Might make a longer version of this at some point but for now: 

“Buckyyyy” You clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his cologne. After a drink too many, you were happy to crawl into his lap, tipsy enough to happily wrap yourself around him, though still mostly aware of your surroundings. He remained silent, a classic grumpy scowl on his lips, keeping his eyes straight to the SUV. 

He wrapped his strong arms around you, carrying you and walking to the car, his broad frame keeping you snug against his chest while moving through the crowd with ease. No one stood in his way, immediately moving aside from his facial expression alone. Piercing blue eyes and a clenched jaw daring anyone to make the mistake of coming near you. 

“M’so sleepy” You whined against his neck, letting your hangs cling around his neck, squeezing your legs tighter around his tapered waist. 

“It’s okay pretty girl, I’m taking you home” He murmured, not wasting a second getting you outside and into the all black SUV that was parked at the club entrance. He swallowing thickly when he felt your soft lips press gentle kisses along his neck, the warmth of your breath tickling his skin as he slid into the back seat, nodding to the driver to get going. 

“So handsome” Your nose nudged into his shoulder, burying yourself into him as much as you could, refusing to let him move you from his lap. He spent the entire ride letting you cuddle into him while he held you securely, carefully holding you as he stepped out once you’d reached home. He carried you right to your bedroom, setting you down on your bed. You whined when he tried to pull away, pulling him back, giving him your sweetest pout, glassy and wide. 

“Please don’ go” You mumbled, tucking yourself into him, “Stay? Please?”

How was he supposed to leave you when you were so sweet and cuddly and so utterly adorably drunk. 

“Alright babygirl” He whispered, kissing your forehead, “I gotta get you clean up first through, okay?” He went to you bathroom, well versed in what your night time routine was, making note of the smallest details in everything you did in a day. He found some wipes, and your lotions, bringing them over and gently rubbing the makeup off your face while your mind was still stuck on the name he called you. 

“M’your babygirl?” You asked hopefully, noting the way his cheeks blushed, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered but it was impossible around you. 

“Always, you’re always my babygirl” He smoothed the cool lotion onto your skin before helping you out of your heels. He convinced you to get changed out of your dress, staying stationed outside of the closet in case you fell over but you were changed seconds later. You came out in an oversized tshirt- his oversized tshirt to be exact, that you’d stolen unbeknownst to him. 

So that’s where it went he shook his head to himself, biting back a smile while you flopped back onto bed, stretching on the covers like a kitten before giving him grabby hands. 

“What is it princess” He knew what you wanted but it went against what he was there for. He had to protect you and to do that he couldn’t ever let his guard down. Not one moment of vulnerability, not when he had to protect you. 

But fuck, you were so utterly irresistible and he’d be lying to himself if he thought there was nothing he felt for you. He came down to tuck you in, hoping the warmth of the blankets would help you sleep but you tugged him into bed instead, wrapping your entire body around him. 

“You’re blushing” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb trace his pink lips. He could help but chuckle, hoping you’d forget all this by morning, letting his fingers trace over your delicate features. 

“You act all grumpy but you’re actually a teddy bear”

He cocked an eyebrow while you tried to copy him, scrunching you brows together instead making him grin. He smoothed the line that formed between your brows, loving the way you continued to contort your face trying to match his grumpy face. 

“A teddy bear, huh?”

“My teddy bear” You sighed contently, snuggling into him, a yawn slipping past your lips. You let the warmth of his arms drift you off to sleep, still smiling as you snored softly. 

“My babygirl” He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, allowing himself to fall asleep with you; after all you’d always be safest in his arms. 

[p1girlfriend]

the grid reacts to dating the internet’s favorite paddock princess

lando norris ── .✦ you trend every time you post. the comments are just people begging to be adopted by you both. lando scrolls through your edits while grinning like a fool.

“i swear you have more fan accounts than me.” starts doing get ready with me tiktoks just to feature you in the background. one time he jokingly commented “hands off she’s mine” under your post and your followers made merch out of it. he bought it.

oscar piastri ── .✦ someone calls you “the queen of soft paddock aesthetic” and he saves it. you’re known for hugging the grid girls and handing tissues to nervous kids.

“they like you because you’re nice,” he teases. but you catch him watching a fancam of you waving at fans with a dumb little smile. he once said “she’s the best part of my Sundays” in an interview and didn’t even blink.

charles leclerc ── .✦ you smiled once on the paddock and the internet made it a meme. your hair, your outfit, your hand holding his — they dissect everything.

“they think you’re an angel,” he says. “they’re wrong?” “non. but they don’t know you kick me in your sleep.” you get asked to do red carpets solo. he gets pouty. “don’t forget your plus one.”

lewis hamilton ── .✦ you get called “mother” on the internet and he thinks it’s the funniest thing. “mother’s in the paddock, everyone be cool.” he brags about you in interviews but in a soft, heartfelt way. you hold his hand when he’s overwhelmed. he holds your waist when the cameras get too much.

“she’s got the kindest heart i’ve ever known.” stop it. he’s in love.

carlos sainz ── .✦ you post one photo in a red dress and the comments are unhinged.

“carlos sainz’s girlfriend?? no. SHE’S the main character.” he acts like it’s normal. shrugs. “obviously she’s their favorite. look at her.” but then watches every edit. every time. he’s smug, but the way he blushes when you blow him a kiss at the track? baby.

daniel ricciardo ── .✦ calls you “paddock royalty.” also calls you “my hot little menace.” posts goofy pics of you with captions like “don’t be fooled. she runs this entire circus.” you once got mobbed by fans and he yelled “BACK UP, SHE’S FRAGILE” while holding your purse.

“the people love you.” “so do you.” “true. but i saw you first.”

max verstappen ── .✦ acts unbothered until someone says you're “out of his league.”

“you think i don’t know that?” max is constantly giving you forehead kisses and opening doors. you softened him and the internet knows. your hand on his chest? your smile from the pit wall? they call you “the calm behind the storm.” he never says much about it. just watches you and whispers, “stay.”

gabriel bortoleto ── .✦ his fanbase instantly loves you. like scarily fast. someone posts a video of you fixing his collar before a photo and it hits 2 million likes.

“vocês são o casal mais fofo do grid.” he pretends not to blush. makes you your own race day playlist. walks you into the paddock hand-in-hand, lets go only when he’s in the car. “ela é meu talismã.” (and now that's your nickname.)

franco colapinto ── .✦ the internet sees you together and instantly calls you “the sunshine wag.” he laughs at it, but deep down? yeah. you're his sun. starts wearing little accessories you gave him. you wave to the fans and he stares at you like you hung the moon.

“they love you, you know?” “you jealous?” “nah. they just don’t know you the way i do.” you’re the lockscreen. the lucky charm. the softest part of his race weekend.

©p1girlfriend | requested | requests open!

[cj-theyoungling]

Simon Riley x Reader

cw : Being drunk. This is pure fluff soooo.

synopsis : Simon goes to a pub after a mission and ends up getting a bit more drunk than he bargained for. After asking for you incoherently Gaz finally gets you on the phone.

author's note : This was inspired by this work I read while I was on the train and I had to put my two cents in. Simon might be OOC in this but it's my story so I get to decide how he acts drunk.

The sound of your ringtone fills your bedroom and wakes you up with a start. You fumble around the empty sheets looking for your phone, you squint at the brightness of the screen and answer once you see Simons contact photo.

"Hey! I think Ghost is asking for you. He's a little bit wasted right now." I man in a baseball cap says to you. You watch as he hands the phone over to Simon.

Simon's face fills the screen, once he catches sight of you the fabric of his balaclava folds in a way you know means he's smiling. "Hi baby." You coo at the screen. His eyes light up as he brings the screen closer to his face. You can tell he's drunk when he leans against Price as he replies.

"Hi doll. I miss you." He slurs his words together, between that and the usual muffling of his mask you can barely make out what he's saying.

"I miss you too Simon." This elicits what you can only assume is a frown from him.

"You don't call me that." He grumbles, you giggle in response and the sound of Price chuckling comes through the phone.

"Damn! You're whipped LT!" A Scottish accent shouts, also clearly drunk.

"Where are you love? I'm gonna come get you." You start putting on your sweatshirt and shoes, you laugh as you hear Simon ask Price the name of the they're at. You hang up, much to Simon's dismay, and drive to go get him.

You enter the mostly empty pub and quickly catch sight of the table full of burly men who all seem to be arguing over something.

"Well is she your wife Ghost? You have their last name saved as Riley." The one who answered the call says, now having shed his cap from earlier.

"Why didn't you tell us about her." Another man says, his hair is sticking up in a mohawk.

Price chuckles at their antics, having caught sight of you walking towards them. "Nice to see you again." He greets, giving you a quick side hug.

"Again?!" The mohawked one says incredulously. You chuckle and introduce yourself to the two men. Simon, suddenly alert once you start speaking stands and wraps his arms around you tightly.

"I missed you doll." He mumbles into your neck, ignoring the laughs from Gaz and Soap.

"I missed you more baby. Now let's get you home, you're wasted." You chuckle as you lead him away from the table. You wave at the men and get Simon into the car.

Once you get into the drivers seat Simon grabs your hand and holds it tightly. You smile as you begin to drive home. Making sure to take a few pictures when Simon falls asleep in the passenger seat.

[needmorereading]

Loved all of these! 😂❤️❤️

(I may have a soft spot for Steve and dove tho 😍)

Just imagine the look on people's faces when the 4 drunk girls who had been payed drink after drink get picked up by their hot biker boys!

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader, Biker!Steve x Reader, Biker!Ari x Reader, Biker!Sam x OFC Marcie

A/N: Part of the beefy Biker series. Written on my phone, I'll correct any errors in the morning.

Sam:

He’s so proud that Marcie got her drinks paid for even though he had to lure her back to the car with a pair of tacos and a photo of her puppy, Oreo. Then he had to deal with a sad Marcie eating her food and crying that Oreo doesn't know where she is. 

The entire ride home, she kept asking around a mouthful of tacos,  “What if she thinks I’m lost, Sam? Huh? Am I lost? Sam, I’m lost.”

 Despite his repeated, amused reassurances that she was in fact on her way home, she never believed him until they pulled into the garage.  She perked up the second she got home and saw Oreo sleeping on a sofa pillow. She was so worried about leaving him alone that Sam had to agree to sleep on the couch.

Bucky:

This isn’t the first time his girl has found herself three sheets to the wind, dancing to a song only she can hear. Drunk you is fun and flirty. And horny.

Bucky loves that you had fun and got to relax with your friends after a long week.

But now he's worried about how he's going to get a drunk you back home without you ripping his pants off.

The only reason you hadn’t lunged across the truck to get your hands on him was the fact you couldn’t remember how to work the seatbelt.

Frustrated, you tried to tempt him to come over to your side by flashing him—thankfully, for him and his custom paint job, the only thing he hit was a curb when he struggled to keep his eyes off his perfect girls peeking out of you bra. “Gorgeous please put the ladies away."

He laughed when you pouted after he refused your brazen request to pull over because you had something to show him.

He promised to let you do whatever you wanted to him when he got you home because knows you’ll be asleep the second your head hits the pillow. 

By the time he carried you into the house and up the stairs, his right butt cheek was red and sore from you slapping it-Bucky actively encouraged you to do it because it kept you occupied but now he's going to have a conversation about you holding back on him in the morning.

Bucky managed to get you makeup off and tucked you in with only three bite marks on his shoulder and one large hickey on his throat.

Steve:

He's amused by how giggly you are when he comes by to pick you and very surprised by how chatty you are.

Keeping quiet while you go on about the "hot biker you have a crush on" to Steve as he buckles you into his truck. He laughs quietly under his breath as you describe Steve to himself.

 You're also a little bit of a thief, he saw you take one of his rings out of his cupholder and put it on your finger, it's a few sizes too big but he likes the way it looks on you.

The entire drive him, you ramble on about your fantasies. Some of them are sweet, like how you want to own your bookstore and create a space for writers and some are surprisingly raunchy-well raunchy for you anyway.

He’s very pleased to learn his shy sweet good girl has naughty thoughts about his hands. And now he knows how often you imagines him naked.

He glances at you often, smiling at the way you're lounging in his passenger seat, eyes closed, a crooked, sweet smile on your face.

Steve drove around your block until he learned every last thing he could before you fell asleep with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, knowing you would never say any of this sober but happy that a part of you is comfortable enough to be so relaxed and unguarded around him.

You has no idea what you're in for now that he knows what you like. 

He carried you inside your home, put you in bed and made sure to place a glass of water and some Motrin on your nightstand, leaving you with his ring, his jacket and his goodnight kiss on your forehead. 

Ari and Sunshine

He finds Sunshine hyping up the girls before they get scooped up by their bikers.

When he tries to get your attention, you glare at him with bleary eyes, not recognizing the tall biker through your druken haze, and tell him that your boyfriend Ari is coming and he will crush his skull. No matter what he does, you refuses to go with him because your Bear will be here soon.

Ari has no choice but to admit—in front of the guys—that he's your man, your Bear. He crouches down and takes your face in his hands, whispering in an authoritative, embarrassed tone for you to look at him. The way your eyes lit up, your loud Bear ya found me, this guy was messing me and I need you to kick his ass okay brought a rare smile to his face.  

You leap toward him, trusting him to catch you, which he easily does, and carries you out of the bar, his bulge straining against his zipper because you're now whispering filthy, sweet in his ear until you get distracted by his hair. And then his tattoos. And his hands. Ari discovers a few things about your kinks on the way home and he can’t wait to explore them when you're sober and not singing off key at the top of your lungs. 

 Let me know which pairing Iike to see an expanded verison of😍

[luvnami]

"wakatoshi!"

your whimper of his first name against his ear nearly has ushijima swearing. you cling to him, both hands scrabbling for any kind of purchase on his broad back.

"please, ah! not there!"

his tip kisses your favourite spot and the world spins. his hips slam into yours as he fucks into you hard and fast. your body presses itself flush against his own, sweaty skin sticking together.

"s-sorry. you feel-," ushijima bites on his lower lip, barely cutting off a strained groan. "so good. so, so good."

each thrust into your welcoming pussy doesn't grow sloppier, even though it sounds that way, especially when you're a dripping mess and ushijima's balls are heavy and full. lewd squelches echo alongside the slap of skin on skin.

he has one hand cradling the back of your head. it allows him to hold you close to him, face nosing the exposed column of your throat.

"sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry," ushijima babbles. "i- i can't stop, just wanna cum in you, please?"

you don't know if the noise you make is intelligible or not. it doesn't matter, because ushijima cums so hard that his senses tune everything out but the release of his seed into your womb.