#drunk drabble

[inkjam-moon]

In honor of Hobi's discharge, bathroom encounter at a Halloween party? Any idea you'd have around that's perfect

A/N:LMAO I don't know if this even makes szense i had to much to drink so enjoyyyyyy

“Oh my god, that’s so funny!” Jiyeon cackles as the guy next to her whispers what you can only assume are jokes in her ear.

You take another sip of whatever concoction is in your cup before you hear what sounds like a very familiar voice from behind you. Your ears perk up as you swivel your head, looking around for the source and sure enough, after a few moments of scanning the room you spot him dressed as a basketball player, nearly spitting out your drink as you do. 

Hoseok?

You thought he was still away at his military service. Did that end already? Shit.  You grab Jiyeon’s arm and abruptly tug her away from her new friend, dragging her to the hallway out of sight.

“Y/N, what the hell?” She squeaks.

“Unnie, he’s back.” You state, eyes wide in terror.

“Who?”

“Hoseok.”

Jiyeon’s eyes widen. “There’s no way.” You nod your head in his direction and she turns to look. “Oh shit.” She turns back to you. “Do… Do you want to leave?”

You immediately shake your head no, knowing how much fun she’s having. “I think… I think I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick and clear my head so I don't do anything stupid.”

“Okay, let me know if you change your mind.” She rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you and you nod before turning and heading down the hallway to the bathroom. 

You enter the small confines of the room and shut and lock the door. You grip the counter tightly, looking down at the sink as you try to breathe. He’s back. You can’t believe he’s back just when you thought you were finally rid of him. 

Truth be told, you had the biggest crush on him. You were close friends once upon a time, but you let your feelings get in the way of the friendship around the time he found out he was leaving for his military service. You were told by his friend and you were heartbroken that he didn’t tell you himself. The two of you had begun seeing less and less of each other as you kept canceling plans, or blowing him off because you thought he didn’t care enough about you to even tell you he was leaving. The day he left you went to see him with the rest of your friends and the two of you got into a huge argument where you ended up slapping him across the face when he asked “Why do you even care if I leave, it’s not like you want to see me anymore”. 

You haven’t seen or contacted each other since. 

But now he’s back. And of course he’s at the halloween party too. You sigh heavily as you look at yourself in the mirror. You turn on the cold water and flick a few droplets in your face to help calm you down. You’re just going to have to avoid him. Yep that’s what you’re going to do. And if he sees you? At least you look sexy as hell. He can eat his heart out.

You check your makeup in the mirror before standing up and adjusting your nurse costume, letting a little more cleavage show. You do a once over one more time before unlocking the door and opening to find someone about to knock on the other side. You lock eyes with the only person you don’t want to see. 

“Y/N-ah…”

“Hobi…”

You both just stand there staring at each other for a solid minute, searching each other’s faces for something before Hoseok quickly pushes you back into the bathroom with him and locks the door behind him.

“I-I’ve been looking for you.” He mumbles. “I saw Jiyeon.”

“Why… Why were you looking for me?” You question, genuinely confused.

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

Hoseok sighs. “Listen… I know things were, well, rough when I was leaving. I really wanted to apologize.”

You scoff. “Apologize? Hoseok, it's been a year. I’m over it.” He raises his eyebrows at you and you look away, both of you know you’re lying.

“Look, Joon told me why you were so upset with me and now I understand what happened.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, hopping up to sit on the counter.

“Forgive me or not Y/N, I need you to know that I was going to tell you.”

“You think I was upset because you didn’t tell me your service was starting?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “I… I thought so yeah.”

“That was such a small part of it.” You shake your head.

“What was it then?”

“Ugh, Hoseok I was-” You sigh, dragging your hands over your face. “I liked you, okay? I had the biggest crush on you and you didn’t feel the same way. When you didn’t tell me you were leaving, it kind of just solidified that for me, so by distancing myself from you I thought I was doing you a favor… And then you thought I didn't want to see you anymore? Are you kidding? I didn’t… I didn’t know what to do with myself when you left.” You admit, devastated to finally tell him the truth.

He raises his hand to his cheek as if feeling the true sting of your slap for the first time. “So we haven’t talked in a year because of a misunderstanding?”

You nod, twisting your fingers in your lap. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… and by doing that … I ruined our friendship.”

“I thought you just hated me.”

“Hobi, I could never hate you.” You stare down at your lap until you feel a hand tilting your chin back up. You meet Hoseok’s gaze for only a second before he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You pull away after only a few seconds, your eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing your chin. “Y/N-ah… don’t you know I’m crazy about you?”

“W-what?”

“I was going to tell you the same night I was going to tell you I was leaving, but someone told you first, and then you kept blowing me off; you never gave me the chance. And then that fight.”

“Hoseok, I’m so sorry.” You shake your head in amazement, giggling a bit at the fact that it really was just a big misunderstanding. 

He shrugs, brushing your hair out of your face. “We were both really dumb, huh?”

“So dumb.”

And with that his lips are back on yours. You let yourself get lost in the feeling this time, loving the way his mouth seems to caress yours so gently and yet so desperately at the same time. He stands between your legs and wastes no time in prodding at your lips with his tongue. You accept his request, letting his tongue tangle with yours as your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer, having waited so long for this moment you never thought would happen. 

It isn’t long before you feel something pressing against your center and you quickly slip a hand down, cupping his hardening length over his shorts as your own arousal begins to soak your panties. 

“Y/N-ah, what-?” He gasps at the touch. 

“I need you inside me.” You whine, tugging at his waistband.

“N-now? You don’t want to wai-”

“I don’t want to wait for you any longer.” You insist, finally managing to slip his shorts down his legs. 

“Shit that’s hot.” He curses, dropping his boxers to the floor as well. You watch his thick length bounce as he pulls you up to the edge of the counter, slipping one of his hands under your costume and pulling your underwear to the side before scooting as close to you as he can. His cock presses against your core and your body flashes with heat. “Are you sure about this?”

You nod with a whimper. “Please.”

WIth one hand still holding your panties to the side, and the other gripping your waist, he presses his hips forward. You slide a hand down between the two of you to guide him to the right place, and you feel his tip slip past your walls. A low moan leaves your mouth as he stretches you open at an agonizingly slow pace. A slow burn builds between your thighs as he fills you completely, your head falling back as he finally stills. 

Your core pulses around him and you feel his lips on your neck, placing light kisses across the exposed expanse of skin. He grunts when you contract particularly hard around him and he takes that as the sign to start moving. His pace is slow at first, almost unbearably so as he takes his time, making sure to feel the entirety of your body reacting to him. 

“H-Hobi…” You gasp, begging him to move faster. He seems to get the message as his hips pick up the pace, rocking into you faster and faster until the bathroom is filled only with lewd squelching sounds from between your legs, and the rapid, heavy breathing of you both.

After a few minutes of this he seemingly grows tired of smacking into the sink and slips out of you. Before you can protest he helps you down off the counter and spins you around, bending you over the counter and yanking your underwear down just enough before immediately slipping back into your entrance, both of you groaning at the feeling. 

“God, how are you tighter than you were five seconds ago?” He growls.

You can only whimper in response, gripping the counter as Hoseok begins to slam into you, his hips smacking harshly against your ass, the sound echoing around the room. He feels so good, hitting all the right spots inside you that you start seeing stars. The feeling of him inside you is the only thing you can focus on as the feeling sitting low in your abdomen begins to swirl and bend with malicious intent. 

“Hobi I’m- fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” You whine in warning, the sensation between your legs just too good. 

“Shit.” He swears, his grip tightening on your hips. You chance a glance in the mirror to see his eyes focused on the spot where you’re joined together, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his brown as he fucks you oh so deliciously. 

The sight alone is enough to snap the coil of your orgasm, slapping a hand over your mouth as you cry out, your core tightening relentlessly around Hoseok’s length as colors explode behind your eyelids. It’s not much longer before Hoseok groans low in his chest, his hips faltering before filling you to the hilt. His grip bruises your hips as he cums, his release hot inside you as he milks the feeling. His hands move to rub your back soothingly, staying seated inside you for a long moment. 

“Fuck… I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He hisses before slowly pulling out of you. 

As your senses return to you, you feel Hoseok’s release drip out of your center, but that's not the only thing you feel. You keep your hand clamped over your mouth, small whines of overstimulation slipping out as Hoseok bends down and slips his tongue into your folds, effectively cleaning up the mess he made as you try not to make a sound, your legs shaking from the feeling when his tongue glides across your clit. 

“Hobi, please~” You beg, trying to pull yourself away from the onslaught of his mouth. When he deems you clean enough, Hoseok pulls your panties back into place and helps you stand, his arm catching your waist when your legs buckle.

“You taste good.” He states like it’s a casual thing. “I should’ve done that first.”

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You ask, pulling your costume back into place as Hoseok cleans himself up and then does the same.

He shakes his head. “Nah, we were quiet.” He pulls you to him and places one last kiss against your lips before unlocking the bathroom door and opening it only to find several questioning faces on the other side, including that of Jiyeon.

“Well,” She smirks wildly at the sight of you two on the other side of the door. “I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go home.”

[cambion-companion]

Drunk Drabble

WITH RAPHAEL!

I've done this with Aemond plenty of times and had great fun.

But what of a drunk Tav/reader irking the living hell out of Raphael?

Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble

With long fingers, Raphael delicately yet firmly removed the chalice from your hand. “You have become exasperating within the grip of your inebriation, my dear.”

“Little words please, Raphael.”  You hiccupped gently and tried to paw your drink back from him, missing by a wide margin.

Raphael set the glass far above where you could reach, bestowing a bemused smirk upon you and quelling any attempts to clumsily leap for it with his large hand upon your head.

“I resent that.”  You teetered and would have stumbled over your own feet had the cambion not caught you around the midriff. “I resent you.”  You pointed accusingly at Raphael’s face, your finger veering a little left.  

He neatly readjusted your aim for you. “If I were not already resigned to your nature, I would expel you bodily from my presence.”

“You like me!”  Your following giggle almost turned into a fit of coughing as you swallowed the wrong way.

Raphael sighed and thumped you on the back, a little harder than strictly necessary. “I tolerate you.”

“Same difference to a devil.”  You continued to stifle giggles against the back of your hand, swaying on the spot.

Raphael was half-tempted to just push you over, it would’ve been so easy and quite amusing.

You yawned widely and your eyes grew heavy.  Without much thought, you leaned against Raphael’s solid warm body and tucked your head against him.

“Desist at once.”

“Small words.” You requested again.

Raphael’s hands hovered around you, his surprise and annoyance leaving him momentarily unsure of what to do.  A rare experience for the cambion.

When you began to nuzzle that’s when his hands took you firmly by the waist and righted your form. You simply swayed back into place against him, smiling in peace and quite unaware of his growing agitation.

“How about we write a clause in that contract of ours.”  You muttered and turned your nose against his tunic, the better to smell him. “I get to snuggle whenever I see fit.”

With a sharp pain and a flash of infernal magic you landed ass-first upon the hard dirty ground outside a now locked door.

[of-mutts-and-men]

Sighhh i need boyfriends so bad 😞😪 especially to get drunk with.

[fluffylino]

seungmin being drunk on eating you out.

pussy drunk seungmin who takes every chance he gets to taste you. his eyes getting all sparkly and big when you deny him.

you'd remember how it had all started when he wanted to try out face sitting. at first being very hesitant until he actually got the feeling.

the feeling of not being able to breathe. your pussy leaking all over his mouth and nose.

had he really been missing out on the good stuff? how could he let it all go to waste?

he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to eat you out and make you cum. he'll make you cum over and over again until you actually have to tug a handful of his hair to pull him back.

he's the type to walk in behind you when your leaning against the counter.

an innocent smile on his face and his not so innocent hand slipping down your pants. before you can even utter another word, he's on his knees. fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.

sometimes you'd wake up feeling completely dazed. an unexplainable sensation. but its all explainable when you see his head between your legs. face buried in your cunt. seungmin doesn't even try to hide how desperate he is.

you worry about how he'd breath when you can feel his nose rubbing against your clit harshly while his tongue is all over the place. licking you completely. swallowing whatever he can take.

"seungmin..hah-" you'd whine, closing your thighs around his head. he'd moan, panting against you. he'd want you to do that. so he could get breathless and only smell your sex. your essence. seungmin wants you to push his mouth against your cunt. use him for your pleasure. make him your toy. your bitch.

"what is this for?"

seungmin smiled, unbuckling the thick collar and fastening it around his neck. 'puppy engraved into the light blue collar in gold.

"so you can control my pace"

by now you had figured he knew your pussy from the inside and out. his tongue finding all your spots in quick successions.

other times he'd make a peace sign and stick his tongue through it playfully when y'all were in public. just to tease you.

.

.

"i just don't understand how people can be so stupid" you frustratedly, holding your head in your hands. today was a bad day. everything was pissing you off.

"couldn't you wait until i was done ranting?" you sighed out airily. looking at the boy who was sitting on his knees, lazily mouthing at your heat. he locked eyes with you, obviously not hearing what you asked him.

"kim seungmin." you hissed out, tugging the chain that was attached to his collar.

he jerked forward, a whiny 'sorry' leaving him.

[batsybat91]

Leon went out with Chris tonight to have a few drinks. You know that they took a taxi there, so they'll take a taxi back. That means you don't have to worry about them. It's good your boys are having fun.

Your door clicks open, and you turn to see a very flushed Leon at your door. "Hello, sailor," you giggle, standing from the couch to help him walk.

"I'm not a sailor," he replies drunkenly.

You gently guide your boyfriend to the couch, letting him sit carefully. When he started dating you, he said he promised to never have more than one or two drinks. But you can't be mad at him for having fun with Chris. It is okay every once in a while.

"You okay, baby?" you coo, brushing dark brown hair out of his face.

"Why you call me 'baby?'" he slurs.

"Because I am your girlfriend," you reply, stifling a giggle.

His eyes blow wide. You see his pupils dilate, and then he put a pillow in his lap. "You're way too pretty to be my girlfriend," he says nervously.

"I'm glad you think I'm pretty," you tease.

"Soooo purty," he drawls. "Are you really my girlfriend?"

"Yes, sir. Been your girl for some time, now," you snort, then put a hand over your mouth to stifle another laugh.

"Prove it!" he exclaims, like a toddler asking you to show him something.

You sigh, and lean forward to kiss his lips. You end your kiss with a loud, "Mwah!"

His face is even redder, and he pulls the pillow tighter across his midsection. "You kiss me!" he accuses.

"Yes, Leon, I did," you reply, smoothing a hand over his hair. "Now, why don't we get you to bed?"

He eyes you suspiciously, then nods. You help him to your shared bedroom, letting him get undressed himself. He flops into bed beside you, then rolls on his side to look at you. "Goodnight, girlfriend," he giggles.

"Goodnight, boyfriend." You kiss the tip of his nose.

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

for your drabble prompts... can we get one of shen qingqiu explaining modern appliances to binghe?

"Shizun," Luo Binghe whined, shaking his arm. "What do you mean you've never cooked rice before?"

Shen Qingqiu flushed, leaning away from Luo Binghe and hiding his face behind his fan. "Is it really so shocking to Binghe?"

"I didn't even think that was possible," Luo Binghe said. He stared at Shen Qingqiu like he was some sort of alien anomaly. Which, in his defense...

"Where this master grew up, there was a... spiritual device that allowed you to cook rice very quickly," Shen Qingqiu muttered, bringing his fan up higher. "This master never learned any other way to make it."

Luo Binghe's eyes brightened, curiosity breaking through his shocked dismay. "Oh? What kind of spiritual device."

"Well..." Shen Qingqiu stuck his fan under his arm to make a gesture with bith hands, circling them in the air. "It was like a pot, about this big, that was enchanted to produce heat at just the right temperature and time to cook the rice. It was also enchanted to be, ah, that is to say, so that nothing would stick to the pot's surface easily. So then you would just rinse the rice, put it in with enough water, and after half an hour or so it was done. Oh, and it played a little song when it was finished..."

He got lost in his recollection of his beloved rice cooker and missed the expression of intense interest in his husband's bright eyes.

A few weeks later, when Luo Binghe excitedly presented him with an enchanted stone pot that sang like a flute while it cooked rice, Shen Qingqiu could only applaud his husband very earnestly.

"Binghe," he said, tugging on Luo Binghe's sleeve, "This master needs to tell you about another enchanted artefact from his home town. It's called a dishwasher—"

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Warnings: alcohol & drunkenness Your giggling had Daryl smiling in spite of his inability to stand up straight. "I've never seen you this drunk, Dixon," you laughed.

"Yeah..." He stumbled off the crumbling curve and you gasped and seized the back of his jacket to steady him as best you could. "Ya shoulda hid that bottle. S'yer fault," he slurred, his Georgia drawl slowed down further by the clumsiness of his tongue rolling around in his mouth.

You laughed again and moved in front of him, not completely letting go of your grip on his clothes for a moment, simply readjusting. "My fault?!" you repeated. "I'm certainly not the one who poured it down your throat! I don't know what has gotten into you tonight, but it's not my fault."

He was peering down at you and his blue eyes seemed suddenly clear. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were suddenly very aware of your hands, gripping his shirt, but resting against the heat of his chest. Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. "What?" you breathed.

A little smile touched his lips. "'M gonna marry ya someday."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Can we just focus on getting you home before we start thinking about that?" you finally managed, your heard thudding so loud you swore he'd be able to hear it.

"Nah. 'M always thinkin' 'bout it. Every damn minute." Prompt: "I'm going to marry you someday." A/N: I love me a good drunken confession... *sigh*

[nubsdolls]

you were his angel.

the prettiest little thing, he swore when he looked down at you he was seeing stars. the way your skirt bounced with every step you took or whenever you jumped up to greet him, exposing the sliver of lace between your thighs, the thin fabric barely leaving anything to imagination.

how the sunlight almost always shone down through the clouds and right onto your face during class, carefully capitalizing on your features hes almost sure, were sculpted by god himself. the flutter of your lashes, the sheen gloss on your pouty lips, god, it drove him mad.

that same gloss that coated the base of his dick, creating a pretty little rim around his length, fuck you take him so well. the glossed-up rim barely visible by the slick trail of cum spluttering out the top as you placed little kisses along the rim of his tip, hands treating him so gentle as if he were glass.

and an angel you were as you came down from heaven above and onto him. sweet, sweet babbles escaping your lips as you swallowed him whole, engulfing him and all of his inches. he grips down feverishly onto your thighs like its his lifeline. hips stuttering back up to meet yours as he starts to keep a pace.

how you would arch your back when he flips you over and starts fucking into you from behind, watching as his cock disappears and reappears from inside your gummy walls, murmuring stupid plea’s, begging him to go deeper into you, to feel him in your guts as if you weren’t already breaking under his touch. your shoulder blades reaching so far up and so prominent he worries they’ll break from out of your skin, the image reminiscent of an angel gaining their wings.

as he holds you closer, picking up his pace and growing all breathy, stumbling over his words, all while dragging himself in and out of your slick warmth, his fat cock starting to twitch inside of you and he starts going blank, mumbling your name and sweet nothings into your ear a prayer.

“ngh—hah.. yeah.. you g’na take me baby? yeah. fuckin’—take it.” he stutters, hiccuping between tears of pure bliss.

cumming in you feels like heaven on earth. the sticky substance filling you up all the way—with him still inside as he slowly pulls out, his thick cum spilling out of your cunt and dripping onto your thighs as he drags his still sensitive tip along your swollen clit, before pushing it back in with a lewd squelch! that makes you cry out in pleasure. feeling as he slowly starts to fuck his warm fill right back into you.

yeah, his angel alright, and he was sure to taint you with his sins.

DABI , TOUYA , (im aware theyre the same person.) gojo , geto , choso + whoever elsee !

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[inkjam-moon]

heyyyy i'm a lil tipsy send me a halloween themed drabble idea~

[deansbeer]

Can you write drunk vinnie being super clingy w reader

so sorry if you were expecting something longer! i love writing these in lil drabbles <3 thank you for the req !!! i loveeee drunk!vinnie so much please lol

he's warm and heavy against your side, the weight of him nearly melting into you like gravity doesn't apply when he's drunk and attached to you like this.

"babe," he mumbles into your neck, arms wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. "baby. babe. y'know i love you, right?"

you bite back a laugh, gently stroking your fingers through his hair. it's messy, a little damp from sweat, and he smells like cheap beer and cologne and something sweet you can't place. his lips press against your collarbone like he’s trying to sink into your skin.

"you've told me six times, vin," you murmur, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"okay. good." he tightens his grip. "just makin' sure."

he's clingy in the way that makes it impossible to move. his leg's slung over yours, hand tucked under your shirt like it belongs there, and every time you shift even an inch, he whines softly in protest.

"vinnie," you laugh, "i need, like, five seconds of space to get water."

he groans dramatically, face buried in your chest now. "no water. just you. stay forever."

honestly? you don't mind. not when he's this soft, this sweet, and all yours.

[of-mutts-and-men]

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૮ ฅ• ﻌ -ฅ ა <3

[zevrra]

[prof!jayce x fem!reader / mdni / nsfw]

—a continuation of this lil hc post,,,

professor jayce bending you over his desk. his fingers soaked with your slick as he curls them inside your dripping cunt. he briefly watches for a moment as the thick of his fingers disappear inside your drooling pussy. watches with wide eyes in awe, breath catching in his throat as you soak his fingers and clench around him with every well placed thrust and curl.

he’ll never admit how often he’s imagined this moment for far too many weeks. in every odd hour of the night, with just himself and his mind. hell, even during the day. seeing you sit so pretty in his lectures he’d daydream about…this. but now it was finally his. and it was so, so wrong but god did it feel so fucking right.

pleasure sweeps him up and he lunges forward to lock his lips with yours, grunting desperately between your parted lips as you fumble with the buckle of his belt. “this is a bad idea…” he mutters, pressing his tongue against the curve of your bottom lip.

as if it isn’t a little too late for regrets at the moment. even if it was a bad idea, he didn’t bother to move to stop you from slipping his belt out of the loops of his pants. and it certainly didn’t stop him from thrusting his fingers inside of you.

“yeah,” you gasp, smoothing a hand down the front of the most obvious bulge in his pants. gently grasping at the stiffness hiding beneath his underwear. “want to stop?”

“no. please, god no..” professor talis begs you, basically whimpering into the plump of your lips. his hips jerk upwards, seeking your touch once again. at the same time he slips another finger inside your stretched cunt, reaching as deep as his knuckles would allow him to do so. his pace quickens, wanting to draw out every goddamn little noise he could from both your parted lips and the wetness between your thighs. fingering you so well all just to prep you for what you both really wanted.

“mhm, ‘cause you’re making me feel really, really good professor.” you praise, a moan dripping from your tongue onto his. and he eats it up. thriving on the praise that falls from your lips. makes him eager and far more desperate the more you egg him on.

“mmm yeah? fuck.” jayce curses with a whine. he moves his fingers faster and harsher inside of you. his other hand grabs your thigh hard enough to leave wonderful bruises along your skin as he yanks your body flush up against his.

“professor talis please...” you moan, clenching up, gripping his shoulders a little tighter. your entire body buzzed with pleasure but his fingers, no matter their skill, weren’t enough. “need more. need you.” you add, biting down on his bottom lip.

and that’s all he needs. he removes his fingers, yanking off his underwear with a little of your help, before lining himself up properly for what you’re begging him for. “try to keep your voice down sweetheart.” jayce mutters, breaking the kiss for the first time to attach his lips instead to the base of your throat. he groans at the taste of your skin as he kisses a trail down every inch of your chest that he could reach right before he presses forward.

he slips himself inside of you, presses just the tip inside but the tightness alone is enough for him to groan. his mouth breaks from your skin to gasp at how well you clench around him. lips stay parted as his mouth hangs open the more you pull him in; deeper and deeper inside until he’s fully bottomed out. jayce groans at the tension around him. damn near drooling as your pussy fully envelopes around his stiff cock. and neither of you could stop from trembling at the pleasure pumping through your veins.

“fuuuuck,” you sob, head tilting back as your hand slips over your mouth to keep your voice in check. a locked door and black out curtains could keep anyone from seeing you; but that didn’t mean they couldn’t hear you outside of his office. and with how fucking big professor talis was…stuffing you full, stretching you out, and deep enough to send crashing stars behind your eyes— oh yeah, you’d definitely have to keep your damn voice down.

and now this was either the start of something really amazing or something that would ruin lives…and you were willing to gamble those options.

[fluffylino]

pussy agenda with minho

-contains mature themes

this man has to have his hands on you regardless of where y'all are.

subtle touches turn into full on outrageous groping.

you walk into the kitchen, intrigued by the dish he's busily cooking up for the two of y'all. he glances at you, blinking slowly and then rapidly.

"c'mere" and the tone he uses makes you think he needs your help to cut a few vegetables or stir the boiling hotpot. so you prance to him.

letting out a silent gasp when he sits on his haunches. pressing his lips over your covered crotch. and he stands back up, a satiated smile on his face.

"thank you, baby" and he feeds you a small chunk of stir fried chicken before pretending like nothing happened.

when i tell you he doesn't care if you don't shave, i mean it.

he doesn't care one bit.

"every one has hair down there. its natural, lets all die naturally!" is what he says.

"minho!" you can't help but laugh, smacking him.

"nothing is ever going to stop me from eating this goddamn pussy..." nudging you with his shoulder. his hand creeping over the waistband of your shorts.

"...infact i want to spread you open and fuck my tongue into your tight little cun-"

"we're in public! p-public!"

slapping your hand over his mouth. shutting him up before he can finish his downright filthy comment. he raises an eyebrow, swirling his tongue across your palm while his hand sneaks past your waistband.

you're happy its all under the table but its both nerve wracking. the pads of his fingers rubbing over your already wet cunt and the dirty whispers in your ear.

likes to backhug you randomly. his hands squeezing your ass. you're used to it but for some reason you aren't quite used to the way he trails his fingers up your thigh.

cupping your mound and manhandling you to bend over any surface. its all playful and you giggle until he nudges your panties to the side. sliding a digit against your folds.

"always so eager to have me" chuckling in your ear. his front pressed up into your backside.

"pretty cunt. all mine to touch and play with, am i right, baby?"

it works. turning you on and getting you wet in mere seconds. then he walks off, nonchalantly. sticking his fingers in his mouth and leaving you hanging.

don't worry, he just loves to hear you whine about how much of a dick he is.

give him ten minutes max and he'll eat you out like a man starved.

slurping, licking and sucking with pure need. its the same enthusiam everytime.

eating you out is part of his weekly routine. has to do it more than 2 times in a week or he throws a tantrum.

loves loves LOVES when you're compliant and encourage him to touch you.

like when he's driving. placing his hand on your upper thigh. smirks at the way your thighs part automatically, and he takes the chance to play with your kitty.

"can i kiss you on the lips?" minho whispers, and your heart melts. you smile as you pucker your lips, leaning in to kiss him but you jerk up in shock.

his head already between your legs. pulling your underwear down with his teeth. and before you can even process whats happening, his tongue slips between your folds.

hot breath fanning over your pussy. his nose bumping into your clit while he breathes in a deep breath. eyes fluttering and moaning unbashedly at your scent.

you're not even wet, he just loves how you smell in general.

"god, i love you so much. i love your beautiful, soft, warm cunt"

LOVES LEGIT LOVES when you sit on his face.

ESPECIALLY after he gets back home from dance practice. sweating and out of breath yet so ready to be suffocated by your weight on top of him.

"thats it, kitten. fuck yourself on my tongue. don't stop till i say so."

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in conclusion, he gets pussydrunk so easily but refuses to acknowledge it.

[into-fiction]

time travel wip

in case anyone was wondering: "glinda time travels but it's from a clueless elphie's POV" was the winner for next fic to write!

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“Hi,” Galinda whispers, her soft voice impossibly loud in Elphaba’s ears as she steps right up in front of the girl.

“Um,” Elphaba starts, thrown off balance by the way Galinda’s looking at her. Not like she’s something disgusting or even something intriguing. But like she’s something wonderful. “Hi.”

“I’m Gli- uh, Galinda,” the blonde introduces. “Galinda Upland.”

There is some sort of unreadable emotion swimming through the shimmering depths of this girl’s brown eyes, something Elphaba could drown in if given the chance. She has to visibly shake herself and take the offered hand carefully in her own. Galinda doesn’t even flinch at the touch of green skin. 

“Elphaba Thropp.”

The students are starting to whisper amongst themselves, clearly just as confused as Elphaba. Galinda doesn’t even seem to notice. She just smiles, the force of it etching a single dimple into her cheek and leaving her eyes sparkling bright. 

Pretty, Elphaba thinks. It shocks her, how easily it comes to her, but there’s really no other word for it. No one, in all her life, has ever looked at Elphaba like Galinda is right now. No one, in all her life, has ever looked this happy to see her. 

“Welcome to Shiz University, Elphaba Thropp. I have a feeling we’re going to be very good friends.”

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

for @skeren ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

"Mu-shidi?" Yue Qingyuan asked.

Mu Qingfang was sitting on a decorative rock in one of Qian Cao Peak's small meditation gardens with his head in his hands. Yue Qingyuan paused, hesitating at the edge of the garden as he watched Mu Qingfang's shoulders heave with a deep sigh.

"Zhangmen-shixiong. In your purview as sect leader, do you believe I have the power to medically relieve someone from their position of authority on the grounds of madness?" He asked.

"Ah, I should have known this was coming," Yue Qingyuan said. He approached and sat next to Mu Qingfang on the rock, folding his arms over his knees and offering a small smile. "Will Mu-shidi finally be requesting this one's resignation?"

Mu Qingfang snorted a laugh and uncurled, but not without rubbing once more at his brow. "Actually, I meant myself."

"You?"

Mu Qingfang turned to look at him. Yue Qingyuan's brows shot up, startled at the absolutely exhausted and frantic look on his face. The healer was pale, his eyes shadowed, and Yue Qingyuan realised for the first time that some of his hair was slipping out from his wooden guan.

"What happened?" Yue Qingyuan asked, reaching out to catch Mu Qingfang's wrist. Mu Qingfang allowed the contact, not protesting at the reversal of their usual position as Yue Qingyuan probed his meridians, which Yue Qingyuan thought was a sign something was truly wrong.

"It's Shang-shidi," Mu Qingfang said gravely, which was not what Yue Qingyuan was expecting.

"What do you mean? Did something happen to Shang Qinghua? Did he—do something?"

"Is Zhangmen-shixiong familiar with the Bleeding Heart-Tongue Berry?"

"The one that causes full-body hemorrhaging?"

"No, that's the Crimson Bleeding Heart Berry."

"Oh. Oh, the one that requires oral dual cultivation to cure the deadly fever?"

"No, that's—it doesn't matter! The Bleeding Heart-Tongue Berry's sap and flesh is a powerful truth serum. It compels anyone who consumes or comes into physical contact with it to say whatever is on their mind, with complete honesty."

Yue Qingyuan looked around nervously. "We don't have an outbreak, do we?"

Mu Qingfang sighed one more, pushing his hand under his glasses to press against his eyes. "Shang-shixiong came into contact with some when he was on his last mission off the mountain. I have no idea how, since he was assigned to go secure a trade deal to the North East and they only grow in the South West, but—"

"But he was afflicted, and is now compelled to speak the truth?" Yue Qingyuan asked.

Mu Qingfang slipped his hand from Yue Qingyuan's so he could grip his arms, leaning in intently.

"He is driving. Me. Insane."

—

Mu Qingfang led Yue Qingyuan to one of the nearby patient rooms. Inside, Shang Qinghua sat at a low tea table, sipping at a cup that smelled medicinal and poking at some nuts and seeds on offer. Nothing looked amiss—Shang Qinghua didn't look damaged or ill, and the room was neat and orderly.

When they entered, Shang Qinghua's head shot up.

"Mu-shidi! Zhangmen-shixiong! This one is—not super glad to see you! Not that you're not great. Mu-shidi, I really appreciate how you keep us all alive. Remember that time I accidentally drank ink as a disciple and you had to pump my stomach? Yeah, I so am glad you were there to do that and not let me die. And Zhangmen-shixiong, you're very hot, and I love that, and I find how sad you life is—well, troubling actually, although not enough to do anything about it. You kind of make me uncomfortable to be around. But the hotness helps! Not right now, though. Right now I would love if you would leave, because I really don't want to tell you about anything I am thinking about, because I just got done spending three days sucking demonic dick and I really don't want to answer any follow up questions about—"

Shang Qinghua's eyes went wide. He grabbed a handful of the snacks and shoved them into his mouth, presumably hoping to stem the flow of words. Instead he immediately choked on them and coughed up walnuts and melon seeds over the table.

Yue Qingyuan rubbed his forehead. "Ah. I think I see the problem."