#drunk and driving

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"BENCH DENIES BAIL TO STRIKE PICKET," Toronto Star. November 10, 1933. Page 2. ---- While on Remand, Allegedly Commits Common Assault, Magistrate Comments ---- "There will be no bail on this charge," said Magistrate Browne in police court to-day, when dealing with the case of Joe Chenary's. "He was remanded yesterday on a charge of aggravated assault and he went right back and allegedly committed common assault."

The accused was one of a number of men doing picket duty at a strike at the Ontario Boys' Wear plant. A remand until Nov. 13 was the order.

Craves Russia, Gets Head Read Mike Solomon threw a brick through a window in the hope that it would lead to deportation to Russia.

"I'll send him to the Psychiatric hospital," the bench suggested.

"He wants to return to his native land," objected defence counsel. "Yes, I know; that's the reason I'm ordering the examination." replied the bench.

"This man fired a rifle on Eglinton Ave.," Detective Coleman said as the reason Albert McAllister, a well-dressed young man, was charged with vagrancy.

"What was the cause of the celebration?" asked Magistrate Tinker. "I don't know. There were three of them. They had been drinking wine and I think McAllister wanted to scare the other two away."

"Foolishness," remarked the bench. "I'll fine him $5 or five days. I can't order the rifle confiscated, because it belongs to somebody else." he finished.

Henry Clarke and Frank Kelly made too many appearances for being found drunk, records showed. Each was given a $50 or one month option.

Three others, John Sutton, Michael McManus and Herbert McNeilly, were also convicted of drunkenness. Their option was $10 or 10 days.

George Minhinick, Magistrate Browne was told, took a cheque for $45 to D. McFarland of the Liquor Control Board and asked for an advance of $20, promising to return and make it good. On his failure to return an attempt was made to cash the cheque. It was returned n.s.f.

Adjournment was made until November 23.

"It's the only way I can make a living just now," said Berard Brady in explaining why he had "collected" some china. "The apartment was open and empty and there was no one around."

"What are you working at?" "I'm not, just now."

"You'd better stop lifting other people's property." Remanded for sentence

George Berenze gave Mike George $13 on the understanding that he get him a job in the abattoir, said Detective Johns.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself taking the last money of a working man," said the magistrate. "You'll be committed to jail for 60 days."

Had Take-a-Chance Books "Another racket," remarked Magistrate Browne after he had heard Detective Sunderland describe the "business proposition" operated by John Mixer.

"On this little book are so many numbers covered by paper. When the paper is torn off, the price to be paid is revealed. The winner is supposed to win a lamp." witness said.

Defence counsel said the books had been all recalled.

"They're being brought in every day to this man's agents," stated witness.

Fine of $50 and costs or 30 days was imposed.

"In asking for a remand in the case of Hugh Petrie, David Petrie and Henry Wilson, charged with theft," Crown Attorney Cibson said. "I understand there are further charges and that there will be approximately $2,000 worth of merchandise involved."

November 16 was set for the hearing, under bail of $1.000 each. Charges of attempted theft in the same case faced Louis Murphy,

William Wilcox and Harry Wilcox. Remand until the same date was ordered. Bail in their case was $500.

Denies Fur Coat Right One A remand for sentence until Nov. 17, was given Morris Dvoretsky, accused of stealing a fur coat from Mrs. Ida Shoom.

W. B. Horkins for the defence said his client would make complainant a new coat.

Mrs. Shoom stated that she had left two coats with accused for re- pairs last July. One coat had been returned.

Accused produced a coat in court but Mrs. Shoom denied it was hers. Her contention was corroborated by the storekeeper who had sold it to her.

"I maintain it's impossible to identify the coat after it has been cut up and remodeled," Mr. Horkins said.

"An expert furrier has said it is not the same coat. I'm convinced this man stole the coat."

John C. Lacey, who was last week. George Meyer, proprietor of a convicted of obtaining $36 from for sentence until called on. "He has Yonge St. drug store. was remanded been in custody a week," the bench commented.

Avoided Tram, Hit Auto Frank Rossi was fined $100 and costs for illegal possession of liquor when he appeared before Magistrate Jones in liquor and traffic court.

Testifying against Frank Clark, charged with reckless driving, P.C. Parke related that last night the accused had knocked into a parked auto to avoid hitting a street car on Queen St. W.

"He then backed up and almost hit a car going east, " he said. "He smelled strongly of liquor and staggered on his feet."

"What was the condition of the road?" P.C. Parke was asked. "Very icy."

"Requiring the greatest sobriety," commented the bench. Clark denied he was drunk and contended that the accident was unavoidable and due to the slippery roads.

S. Armstrong, a passenger in Clark's car, maintained accused was not drunk.

"You've been convicted yourself of driving a car while drunk?" witness was asked. Armstrong admitted this was true.

"He's an expert witness," smiled his worship. "Ten dollars and costs or 10 days and seven days," he ruled.

[cozylittleartblog]

but you should see the other guy

[kxsagi]

Hii! I have a request. Can you please make part two of drunk in love but with Kaiser? I was literally giggling while kicking my feet

How I imagined you writing it:

“𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

a/n: LMAO THE PIC I CAN'T ILY 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

original post is here!

(art credits go to v3raxyy on X)

“she’s gone.” 

ness’s voice is calm, like a surgeon delivering tragic news. 

kaiser groans from the driver’s seat, tipping his head back against the headrest. “define gone.” 

ness looks vaguely toward the bar entrance. “she’s telling the bartender that he reminds her of a cinnamon roll. she cried for three minutes because he gave her a straw.”  

“ah.” kaiser says, exhaling slowly. “stage five.” 

“stage five,” ness confirms solemnly. “good luck, captain.” 

you’re standing by the bar like you’re delivering a TED talk to a group of invisible, adoring fans. 

"you guys..." you slur, dramatically grabbing a napkin as if it’s a microphone. “i just wanna say that my boyfriend’s name is michael kaiser. and he’s soooo hot.” 

there’s a small smattering of confused applause from a group of strangers nearby. one guy even raises his drink in agreement. 

kaiser watches from a distance, arms crossed, jaw clenched in both exasperation and love. you are an absolute menace when drunk. but you’re his menace. 

"okay, okay," you shush your imaginary audience, stumbling slightly on your heels as you climb up onto the barstool like it’s a stage. “but have you seen him?! the jawline? the hair? the thighs?! he’s got protagonist energy, people!” 

kaiser squints. “how many drinks did she have?” 

“enough to confess her undying love to a nacho platter,” ness says, scrolling through the photos he took for blackmail. “she named one of the chips ‘miguel’ and kissed it goodbye.” 

“of course she did.” 

kaiser strides over just as you begin shouting, “MICHAEL KAISER IS SO HOT I WANNA–” 

he clamps a hand gently over your mouth. “okay, let’s not finish that sentence in public, liebling.” 

you blink up at him, wide-eyed like you’ve just seen god. then you gasp. loudly. 

“GUYS. GUYS, HE’S HERE. HE’S– LOOK AT HIM. HE’S EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON–” 

you reach out and grab his face like it’s made of gold, squishing his cheeks together. “look at this bone structure!! you’re so lucky i’m your girlfriend. wait. am i your girlfriend?” 

“yes, angel.” 

“phew.” you collapse dramatically against his chest. “that would’ve been so embarrassing. imagine yelling all that for someone else’s man. i’d be in shambles.” 

kaiser wraps his arms around you with an amused sigh. “you already are in shambles.” 

you look up at him with the purest, goofiest smile. “i missed you.” 

“i was gone for twenty minutes.” 

“but emotionally? i missed you for years.” 

ness quietly walks by holding your purse and says, “she also told the bouncer she has a boyfriend who could beat him in a sword fight.” 

kaiser looks down at you. “did you think we lived in the 1500s?” 

you nod seriously. “you’d be such a good pirate.” 

“a pirate?” 

“yeah,” you mumble, eyes starting to flutter shut. “you’d steal all the hearts... and treasure... and maybe like, emotionally destroy a few people too.” 

“sounds accurate.” 

you refuse to get in the car unless kaiser opens the door “like a gentleman.” then you climb in with the grace of a tranquilized goose, nearly face-planting before rolling over and waving at the ceiling. 

“do you want water?” he asks once you’re buckled in. 

you lean toward him with a conspiratorial whisper. “michael kaiser… i want you.” 

he blinks. “… you already have me.” 

you pat his face. “then i’m winning, baby.” 

in the backseat, you start singing a made-up song about him. 

🎵 “michael kaiser, you’re my little disaster, you score goals so fast-er, i love you foreverrrr~” 🎵 

kaiser covers his face with one hand, trying not to laugh. “please tell me you’re recording this,” he mutters. 

ness is already filming. 

you wave your hand dramatically and say, “i’m gonna marry him. and then i’m gonna take his last name. and then we’re gonna have little soccer babies with perfect hair and they’re gonna look in the mirror and be like: ‘whoa. i’m hot.’” 

“so humble,” ness mutters. 

you glance between the two. “wait, are you both real or is this a dream? this feels like a dream. a hot dream. is this a dream?” 

kaiser sighs, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “no, liebling. but you’re gonna wish it was when you wake up with a hangover.” 

“ugh.” you groan dramatically. “future me is such a buzzkill.” 

by the time he helps you into his apartment, you’ve gone from chaotic to clingy. 

“i don’t wanna sleep,” you mumble as he pulls off your shoes. “i wanna cuddle. and talk about our future. and maybe watch a documentary about otters.” 

he deadpans. “that’s oddly specific.” 

you beam. “otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t float away.” 

“… do you want me to hold your hand while you pass out?” 

“YES.” 

you jump onto the bed and dramatically flop onto your back, arms out like a starfish. “carry me to our dreams, captain.” 

kaiser chuckles, pulling the covers over you before sliding in beside you. “you’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“i know.” you tuck yourself against his side, fingers curling into his shirt. “you’re cute too. dangerously cute. like, i’d rob a bank for you.” 

“please don’t.” 

“but i would.” 

“noted,” he says, brushing a hand through your hair. 

after a long pause, you sigh dreamily and whisper, “i still can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.” 

he looks down at you, surprised by the softness in your voice. “you say that like it’s hard to believe.” 

“it is,” you murmur, eyes barely open. “you’re everything. and i’m just… me.” 

kaiser frowns. he turns to you fully, slipping a hand beneath your cheek so you look at him. 

“you’re not just anything,” he says firmly. “you’re my everything. sober or drunk, loud or sleepy, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

your smile turns shy. “even when i’m yelling about your thighs in public?” 

he smirks. “especially then.” 

you fall asleep curled into him like a koala, muttering something about nachos and pirate ships. 

kaiser presses a kiss to your forehead, eyes fond, hand gently holding yours like an otter in love. 

“sweet dreams, liebling.” 

he glances at the ceiling and adds, “and god help you in the morning.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[calamitoustide]

all i'm thinking about is clingy drunk regulus who whines if james so much as shifts his attention to anyone else and if regulus goes out without james he would be calling him every two seconds to tell him he misses him and wants him there

[timsutton]

Can you give me something to make as a patch on my jeans?

It can be a phrase or drawing, and it can be silly, doesn't have to be serious

"it's not that big of a deal"

[evansbuck-ley]

so much love my for marriage of convenience fic already 🥰 been working on a later chapter which is my version of the bachelor party ft buck and ravi being the besties that i deserve so I thought I’d post another snippet. enjoy!

“Uber for Evan Buckley?” Tommy teased as he pulled up to the curb, window rolled down enough for the blonde to catch sight of him in the driver seat. Evan clumsily jumped up from beside Ravi and stumbled over to the car, ducking his head through the window to sloppily kiss Tommy.

“Hiii, husband.” Evan slurred. His eyes fluttered closed as he rested his head against the car door.

“Someone is a little drunk, did you have a good night?” Tommy asked with a laugh. He looked over Evan’s shoulder over to Ravi who was still sitting on the pavement, his head hung between his knees as he quietly groaned to himself.

“Hmm, yeah. That was until a group of girls dared Ravi to drink 10 shots of tequila in a row. They came back up quicker than they went down.” Evan giggled at the memory, turning to face the man in question.

“Your husband is a bad influence, Kinard.” Ravi moaned loudly before hunching even further forward.

[thefandomfires]

I usually try and keep hockey off this account but I am begging you all to never drink and drive.

It’s not just yourself and those in the car you are putting at risk. It’s the people in the cars around you, the people biking near you, the people walking on the sidewalk, the people waiting for the bus.

Don’t drink and drive. Have someone come pick you up or call an Uber.

The risk is not worth it.

My heart goes out to Johnny and Matthew Gaudreau’s family and friends.

Edit: I said this on Twitter earlier but I think it should also be said here.

As someone who has spent the large majority of their career working at trauma hospitals, I’ve seen the devastation it can cause and the people who reap the consequences from drunk driving are almost never those who made the decision to get behind the wheel drunk.

Please think of those around you before you drink and drive.

Also this from a reblog:

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

bun (rightfully) gets so much credit for how anti-police he is, but this is an appreciation post for his pro-seatbelt platform

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

we love to see her no longer giving a fuck!!!

[american-boyboss]

Inspiring: This man does drunk driving in VR all day!

[forsaken-headcanons]

tunes in again.

I've seen for the most part people hc somebody has to die to get forsakened (idk if that's actually canon or not) but I personally have always seen it as more of a hfjONE thing. So, hc;

whilst some survivors that got sent to Forsaken died, the rest were just... doing mundane things as usual, and then they suddendly were transported there

I was gonna say I had no idea but. I am Deciding (ones who we i know how they got forsakened aren't included). Have fun reading all of this, whichever poor mod is gonna answer /hj

Elliot - transported. Was having a mental breakdown in the back of the pizza place, then suddendly looked up and realized that he's been crying in some random house (lobby) for half an hour.

Noob - transported. Got drugged at a party and mugged, then suddendly the people that did it looked away for a moment and they were gone.

Shedletsky - transported. Was practicing on SFOTH, tripped, looked up and loudly went "where the #### am I??" in the middle of the lobby and got... not a good look from Builderman. Talking about BM,

Builderman - died. Was leading a renovation to the HQ and got crushed by an unanchored metal pole. Until he got forsakened aswell Shedletsky had taken over in his place.

Taph - died. Nothing tragic, the dumbass was fixing a tripmine and accidentally made it blow up in their face.

007n7 - died. I'm not gonna say how. Just know that he was not happy about discovering he got sent Somewhere ??¿

Chance - transported. Was driving. drunk. So then his car proceeded to go off road and crash

Dusekkar - died. I like to think DoomBringer had a killer episode pre-forsaken and. that's how Dusek got forsakened.

Two Time - transported. Was out foraging and lost their precious blueberries. THAT was the thing they got the most upset about (before finding out Azure was there).

John Doe - died. not quite sure how it happend but it probably had something to do both with the corruption and the admins

1x1x1x1 - transported. Had commited arson right before on the HQ (which is why Builderman later on led a renovation)

Jason - "died". Got shot around by the guards at Area 51 before being sent to Forsaken.

C00lkid - to my knowledge, apparently he got kidnapped pre-forsaken. ...Needless to say in this that did not end well

BONUSES!!!

Jane Doe - transported. Was planting lillies on John's grave.

Clockwork - died. Also was killed by MrDoomBringer in the killer episode.

Stickmasterluke - transported. Got away from DoomBringer (yippe!!! balloon!!¡!) but then got forsakened mid-air. Most shrugged him off as dead.

Cerulean - died. Was running from an admin raid and proceeded to trip and fall off a cliff.

The Ringmaster - died during some sort of trick idk...

Veeronica - transported. Tried to do a skateboard trick, got a head injury, hospital, got forsakened on the day of her discharge.

Valkyrie - transported. no idea what she could've been doing.

Noli - transported. Was watching the news, laughed at hearing about the DoomBringer disaster, got forsakened 5 nanoseconds later

MrDoomBringer - "died". Got knocked down either by the Roblox HQ collapsing since Shedletsky doesn't know JACK SHIT about construction and renovation or whatever admins were left / the police.

Sincerely, 🪷🪙 anon

glances around. WE SAW A CHANCE THERE 🪷🪙 DW DHJSND

wait. may we add for 7n7. what if he was Legally dead.. but like. ran away somewhere with c00lkidd (< hc that he doesn't even have a birth certificate either). everybody believes he was one of the few dead brought back to life for this eternal damnation. ykykyklasolkdhjaksdjm CINDERBLO

also the thought of noli getting transported Purely because he laughed at doom's suffering is freaking hilarious LMFAOJD

wait. rereads. wait. WAIT. WAIT NO. NOOB. NOOB OUR BABY. NOOOOOOO HOLDING THEM SO CLOSE RN WHAT THE FUCK 💔💔💔💔 (< biased) /SILLY /HJ

[shorthaltsjester]

love (loath) this version of ‘empathy’ for characters that exists in fandoms that somehow means taking any articulation of the fact that x character is given responsibility and context by the story and that their poor choices lead to poor outcomes is actually a slight against the character (and implicitly somehow whatever oppressed group which they belong to or are alleged to belong to by sections of fandom)

to be clear this is something i’ve noticed in several fandoms which is why the beginning of this is general language but the pertinent example to my current frustration is liliana temult and the defence of her that lays on a claim that those who enjoy the narrative showing her poor actions leading to poor outcomes for her have somehow failed the empathy test is beyond incomprehensible to me. like even ignoring the very basic level understanding that fiction is a place to experience satisfaction in narratives that we cannot fulfil in non-narrative reality, it’s also like… holy fuck do I not want the kind of empathy that tells me it will all work out no matter what choice I make. it is actually imperative to human life that the choices we make have substance in the outcomes we arrive in, otherwise we would’ve long given up on the notion of free will. and to look at a narrative, particularly one built in the context of a ttrpg. a game notably influenced by the choices that players-as-characters make. and then see sections of an audience find it compelling and enjoyable that a character who has made categorically poor choices that have caused immeasurable harm to others is now dealing with the very obvious face-eating panthers consequences… idk man. if you see that as a lack of empathy i implore you to consider what role empathy is playing in your world.

like. if empathy to you is about comfort and stagnancy and not about growth and community, then sure i can understand how it might not be empathetic in your view to notice patterns and see their obvious outcome and acknowledge that . but as someone who has been in the position of making horrible choices with obvious outcomes, far more essential to my personhood was those who looked at me with careful but critical eyes than those who nearly babyed me into my grave. that’s actually why i love imogen’s choice to insist that liliana make her own choice and then quasi-encouraging her to stay, because it was a clear reminded to liliana that her choices have consequences, and one of those is that the terrible things she’s down in the name of her daughter have led to that daughter not being able to easily trust her.

and i think another thing that’s related that gets misconstrued with liliana (and as always unfortunately many such cases) is that the satisfaction of seeing her absorbed isn’t that it’s retributive harm done or some sort of punishment (at least not for me, skill issue if people in your fandom spaces are that cop-minded but, yknow, what can you expect from the thought-crimes capital of fandom spaces). the satisfaction is in the analogue (that i’ve seen well memed) to the face-eating panthers joke that liliana’s actions which have pushed an agenda that’s depended on the consumption and threat to her child and the children she specifically has aided in placing in danger via her choices, has led to situations where a) she’s ‘burdened’ by her care for imogen and the children (both of which she has played a hand in inviting into the context of danger) b) she is now the person in danger of being consumed after spending weeks simply shrugging off concerns about what might be consumed in the name of ludinus’ Just World™. like it’s not just ‘liliana does bad things, must be punished’ it’s ‘liliana has played a hand in creating a situation that is threatening to many including herself, it is narratively satisfying and engages in Common Narrative Tool: Irony to have that create situation negatively impact her directly.’

to that end that’s why the ‘if you’re like this about liliana you should also be like this about essek’ takes are beyond missing the point (without getting into the horribly built scarecrow that it is, understand that it’s actually undermining decades of feminist’s philosophical and political development to see a critique of a female character and go ‘well actually if she were a man you wouldn’t be saying that’ when it’s a provable fact that people Would be (and have been) saying that if she were a man. so not the feminist slay you think it is). like, as someone who Was just as interested in essek’s story having consequences as I am in liliana’s, there very much WERE consequences for essek that, just like liliana, were well contextualized and suited to the specific choices he made. they are ones that should be obvious even to the most surface read of the campaigns given that essek still appears in disguise years after the end of c2, should also probably be obvious in the rebuilding of relationships essek had to do with mn after they discovered his betrayal. like the notable difference between liliana and essek is not their gender, it’s that we’ve seen the end of essek’s story (in the sense of like. campaign containment, obviously his Story™ is ongoing) and have yet to see liliana’s— it’s entirely possible that liliana does get saved and goes on to repair her relationship with imogen (or goes on and is unable to repair it) or she just dies and part of imogen’s story is dealing with it; all of those are narratively satisfying. what wouldn’t have been satisfying, in the sense that would leave liliana feeling like a non-agent in a story dependent on her agency, is if her role was entirely dictated by imogen’s interest in reconciliation. because sure if you want to look very microscopically the current threat to liliana that exists is 1-to-1 caused by the fact that she’s been helping imogen, but taking seriously the story, the consequences bloom from all the choices that liliana has made leading to ludinus’ decision to trust her however far he does that made liliana’s choice a betrayal and affirmed ludinus’ strength and position so that he can do something like siphon someone’s life force away.

further the ‘why does liliana deserve to be funnelled and relvin gets off easy’ relvin doesn’t get off easy. once again the satisfaction of his narrative is that he did his best and it was insufficient and that cost him a relationship with imogen they both clearly wish for but neither can rectify. the consequence for relvin is that he’s in an empty house that is no longer home to the woman he loved or the daughter he was left to raise alone. surely i don’t need to unpack why i think someone who tried but wasn’t well equipped to raise a daughter with superpowers doesn’t need to evoke as ‘drastic’ consequences in their story as the stated right hand of the campaign’s bbeg for their story to feel complete.

and idk at least for me that’s the salient point; that the consequences that are happening feel like a plausible and suitable conclusion to the story we’ve seen of liliana even if she perishes at ludinus’ hand. it will be sad but it’ll be satisfying, and maybe i should have realized seeing the frequency with which parts of fandom have been campaigning to undo maybe the most weighty and narratively satisfying choices & consequence of vox machina’s story, but it’s truly confounding to me the amount of people treating the presence of any complex and non-traditional happy ending notion in a story set in a world defined by pyrrhic victories. like, empathy for vax isn’t saying he’s the puppet of a god that manipulated him into service, it’s acknowledging that he made a choice that he knew would have consequences and acknowledging that the consequences he demanded with that choice were pretty severe ones. that doesn’t mean i’m watching the end of cr1 seeing the characters destroyed by the loss of vax being like ‘dumbasses, they knew this was coming, vax chose this, these are his consequences’ it means that when i’m crying watching the end of cr1 it’s paired with my deep love for a story that takes seriously the weight of the character’s choices in the determination of their lives. idk man. maybe interrogate how much of your notion of empathy is dependent on individualism to the point of near complete alienation and get back to me on how empathetic it is to look at someone who has caused unarguable pain with their choices and say ‘no no it’s fine you didn’t mean to + you’re a woman :/‘ while the victims of those choices rot in their graves

[handweavers]

my dad did karate growing up in malaysia and after my parents divorced when i was a kid like 8 years old i'd go over to his house to visit him and he'd be drinking and he'd make me sit on the couch and watch him silently do karate moves. divorced man behaviours

[firewolf111]

Remus: I have an idea to get away with drunk driving.

Janus: By not driving while drunk?

Remus: No, stupid. By bringing a sober friend with you. That way, when you get pulled over, you kiss them and inhale their sober air to pass the breathalyzer.

Janus: That's not- why wouldn't you just have the sober friend drive?

Remus: *stares at Janus with a wide grin while blinking one eye at a time*

Janus: ...

Janus: Are you just creating an excuse to make out with me?

[kmpshitposter]

OC ZANE of HER C0MBAT

bro time with Matt

[eyesforfuma]

sloppy drunk sex with fuma where all you can think of is ripping his clothes off and sucking him off, fuma isn’t a big drinker but after a night with friends he decided he would match your tone and get drunk as well, after you guys got a ride back home you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself the second you step into your house, you were already undressing yourself while also taking care of fuma’s clothing

“you are an impatient little one, we just got home and you already want me this badly?” fuma says while he grabs both of your wrists, stopping you from stripping him

“let me have my fun as well, all needy for me in public while we are out with friends for what? do you enjoy it? teasing me, caressing my face and thighs while you whisper naughty things into my ear?” he whispers into your ear, half moaning and half bossy as we always is

“look at you, half naked and pretty drunk, you want me to make you mine this badly?” he always tries to stay calm when you are drunk until you get some self composure but he can’t deny how much he wants to fuck your pretty little face

and he never lets go of your wrists, sometimes pulling you closer to him, turning you around with your wrists behind your back, you feel him harden right behind you, he knows how to grind your ass to the point you are begging him to fuck you

“tell me, say exactly what you want me to do to you, use your pretty little words for me” he whispers into your ear, the grinds getting faster and sloppier as he cannot control himself any longer

“ is this what you wanted, little angel?” he knows you are a mess and the only thing coming out of your mouth are moans, moaning his name, moaning at the heat of both of your bodies together, moaning at the thought of what’s to come…