#drunk!reader

[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

[harrywavycurly]

This is how I imagine Eddie when he has to deal with a drunk Reader who is trying to get handsy while he’s literally just trying to get them into the van.

[me10dy10]

Drunk

Remus Lupin x drunk!fem!reader

Remus Lupin was sitting on a couch, watching as his friends sang a song together. James Potter and Sirius Black screamed a Queen song into the microphone and somehow it sounded good.

Someone sat next to him and he immediately recognized her from her perfume. "Remmy," y/f/n whispered. A grin on her face.

"Yes?"

"Come dance with me. Please."

Remus shook his head and laughed. "Merlin no."

"C'mon, love. Come dance. Lilly left 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. Y/n and Lilly walked together, holding hands and stumbling on the side walk, running into each other and laughing. Y/n had almost fell of the curb and into the street but Remus grabbed her wrist. "Alright, you too are done," he told them. Remus held the girls and James put Lilly over his shoulder.

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 and almost fell over. "But humans exist in America. My tummy hurts."

"We're almost home."

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

And soon the 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 had started to try and get it from him, pressing herself against him and trying to grab his hand. But then she 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."

Y/n looked at him and nodded. "You don't like me?" She asked.

"I didn't say tha-"

"So you do like me?"

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

"Do you like me or not, Remus. Cause you'll dance with me and you'll hold my hand and you helped me in school and we'd kiss sometimes and you'd act like my boyfriend. But then you'll go days without talking to me and... and you'll say the meanest things sometimes and you make me feel so dumb an-and. Merlin! You're so confusing!" She shouted.

"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 bedroom and went to sleep in her dress. 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

[lokidokieokie]

Drunk and in Love

Summary: The reader and Loki finally reveal their feelings for each other while drunk, leading to a beautiful and heartfelt confession...in front of the entire team.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Reader

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, bets, love confessions, bit of my bad humour, lemme know if I forgot anything

You sat at the bar, staring at your drink with a glazed expression. You had been trying to work up the courage to tell Loki how you felt for months, but every time you tried, the words just wouldn’t come out. 

But tonight, something had changed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that the team were all gathered in the bar, cheering you on. Whatever it was, you knew that it was now or never.

“Alright, alright,” Thor boomed, standing up from his seat at the bar. “It’s time to make our bets. Who thinks Loki is finally going to confess his feelings to Y/n?”

“I’m in,” Steve said, putting a pile of cash on the table. “I have a feeling that this is it. Loki’s been mooning over the reader for months now, and it’s about time he made a move.”

“Oh, come on,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. “Loki’s too much of a coward to confess his feelings to her. I’m betting against it.”

“I’m with Tony on this one,” Natasha said. “Loki’s too afraid of rejection to put himself out there. He’s going to stay in his comfort zone.”

You looked at the team with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on your face. You had no idea that your crush on Loki was so obvious, or that the team had been placing bets on it.

But as you looked at Loki, you knew that it was time to put your feeling out there. You turned to him, your eyes filled with love and determination. 

“Loki,” you said, your voice slurred. “I have something to tell you.”

Loki looked at you, his eyes filled with concern. “What is it? Are you hurt? Did that villainous fly from earlier come back to continue our battle. I’ll send it to Valhalla myself for harassing you!”

You giggled, “No, no. Nothing bad... at least I hope it’s not bad. Oh god, it’s terrible isn’t it? No, I can’t do it!” 

Loki cupped your face with his hands, “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything, Darling.”

Pulling away from his touch, you took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Loki, I love you,” you said. “I have for a long time, and I can’t keep pretending like I don’t. I know that we’re from completely different worlds--realms even--but I have to tell you how I feel. I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Loki’s eyes widened in shock, and then slowly filled with tears of joy. He reached out and took your hand, his voice shaking with emotion. “I love you too,” he said. “I have for such a long time, and I’ve been afraid to tell you. But hearing you say it, seeing the adoration in your eyes, makes me realise that I can’t keep pretending anymore. I want to be with you, no matter the consequences.”

Your heart swelled with love and happiness as you looked at Loki. You knew that you had finally found the person you had been looking for, the person who accepted and loved you for who you were. 

The team watched in amusement as you and Loki began eating each other’s faces off. Slowly, Thor began to reach for the pot of money on the bar, ready to claim his victory, when Tony began yelling.

“He didn’t confess first! That money is Natasha’s and mine!” 

It’s safe to say that there was a mini civil war over who won the pot. And they were all too caught up to notice you and Loki sneaking off into the darkness. 

A/N I kinda wanted to replace my other one “drunken words” I feel it’s kinda cringey...

Taglist! @thewaithfuckingannoyme

[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.

[catcze]

Imagine being Boothill’s sweetheart before everything went up in flames… he didn’t think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.

He’s a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at first— he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.

And oh, when he manages to reach you— manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.

If he could cry, he thinks, he’d be a blubbering mess. 

Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.

[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.

[nichmeddar]

lando norris

Hey Kika!! Ive seen that you made a fic about drunk Lando, but how about drunk reader? Her friends drop her off at Lando’s apartment while Lando is still streaming. She disturbs the stream and is being all cute/funny drunk, but also a bit needy for him. Absolutely forgetting that he is streaming and Lando’s has to stop her somehow before it escalates if you know what I mean by that ;)

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

“Baby,” Lando said, a little huff on his lips as you lay on his lap, your head on his thighs, finger absentmindedly tracing his jaw. “You’re so funny-looking,” you said, more to yourself than to him. “Oh, thanks, thanks a lot baby,” Lando said with a small chuckle.

“Where did you find your eye colour?” you slurred your words together, watching his lashes flutter from where you were laying. “Comes with the package,” he said, giving your side a little squeeze as you hummed.

“I want them,” you said, “is it free delivery?”. Your hand never left his jaw, drawing little patterns over his soft, tan skin. “You’re pretty,” you said, looking to him from where you were as he hummed, the stream going crazy about the encounter.

They’d go feral just with an appearance by you, but drunk you? Even better. “Pretty, hm?” Lando hummed softly, “you’re better,”. You giggled, the sound sweet and slurred on your lips as you blushed a little bit.

“Got me blushing like a school boy- girl,” you corrected yourself as Lando laughed. “Yeah? So I’m your girlfriend, then?” he asked. “If you really wanna be,” you giggled with a small laugh, your voice a little breathless.

Your finger still stayed on his jaw, tracing up and down before you suddenly sat up, the top of your head hitting his chin softly. “My tongue!” he said, a laugh on your lips.

[snowballseal]

Tipsy Tricks

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You and Sylus agree to focus on work for a little bit, meaning you don't have time to see each other. That is...until you get a panicked call from the twins saying their boss is drunk and needs someone to cuddle with.

Word Count: 1836

Note: FLUFF - Sylus is drunk, but honestly, I feel like he can handle his alcohol well so he does a bit of acting. It's all just to get your attention and he's a little more clingy. Also, Luke and Kieran my beloveds.

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“Miss, we need your help!”

You blink at the sudden shout that comes through your phone the moment you answer it.

“Luke?”

“Please Miss! Boss is not acting himself!”

“Kieran? Wait- hold on, just-”

“Ah! We’re too late!”

“Please Miss, come save us!”

You blink again as the call ends just as abruptly.

What the-?

You stare at the now dark screen for a long moment, just trying to process what happened. It’s late, late enough that you’re already dressed in your pajamas and winding down in bed. The last thing you were expecting was to get such a panicked call from Luke and Kieran.

What were they even talking about? Why do they need saving? Is something wrong with Sylus?

The thought wedges into your chest like a thorn, sharp and uncomfortable. You hadn’t heard from the Onychinus leader - your lover - in a few days due to his busy schedule. Neither of you liked it, but you agreed it was best he just focus on work, and you’d do the same to keep yourself occupied.

Getting a call like this only makes your anxiety skyrocket.

You don’t even bother wasting the time to change, throwing a coat over your pajamas and snatching your keys as you hurdle out the door. 

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“Miss!!! Oh you’ve come to save us, thank you!”

Luke and Kieran throw the door open before your knuckles even touch it. You jump back, chest heaving from having run all the way from the transport station. They look just as frazzled, well, as frazzled as two men in masks can look. 

“What’s wrong? Is Sylus okay? Why are you guys freaking out?” You shoot out questions quickly, grabbing one of the twins by the shoulders. “You guys were infuriatingly cryptic over the phone! Seriously, who calls in the middle of the night like that?”

“We’re sorry,” Luke leans in, trying to rescue his brother from your vicious grip, “We just didn’t know what to do. Boss hardly ever gets like this!”

“He kept talking about you so we figured you could help us,” Kieran insists, ducking away with the help of his brother.

“Okay, but what’s wrong? Is he hurt?” You press for more details, concern only growing. “What happened to make him act weird?”

“He’s drunk.”

…

Your jaw shuts with an audible click, going tense as you stare at them incredulously. Seriously? All of this, all of the panic, the urgency, because Sylus got drunk? You take a deep, slow breath, trying to ease the immediate desire to knock their heads together.

“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you called me. In the middle of the night. After I had settled down for bed. Screaming bloody murder over the phone. Because Sylus had too much to drink?”

“...yes.”

“That’s right.”

You close your eyes. Another deep breath. Slowly, the panic that had washed over you recedes, leaving a sliver of irritation and amusement. You really should expect nothing less from them.

“Okay,” you sigh and prop your hands on your hips. The two seem to relax, like they had actually expected you to smack them. Which you might have, if they hadn’t sounded truly distressed earlier. “So why is this such a bad thing? Sylus is an adult, he can handle being a little drunk, but you two are acting like the world is ending. Why?”

“Well you see-”

“Boss gets incredibly physical when he’s drunk-”

“Not in a violent way-”

“Unless he’s around people he doesn’t like.”

“Right.”

You blink slowly at them, “...so?”

“It’s scary!” Kieran crows.

“It’s like having a kodiak bear trying to give you a hug!” Luke adds, curling his fingers in a gesture you’re sure is meant to mimic said bear.

“We love the boss, but we can’t handle him like this.”

“And he kept asking for you! So we called.”

Ah.

You take a moment to really process all of it. Sylus is drunk. Sylus is a touchy drunk…

It’s too good to pass up on

“Alright, boys,” you hum, an excited grin slowly spreading across your lips. You clap both of them gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take it from here. You can go hide wherever you usually do.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“We knew calling you was the right decision. Please take care of our boss.”

“I’ll do my best.”

The twins skitter off as soon as you let them go, leaving you alone in the foyer. You quietly slip your coat off, hanging it up properly before making your way further into the base. Not knowing exactly where Sylus could be, you check all the obvious places. The bar. His bedroom. The kitchen. All of which are empty.

Finally you come to the den. Each step makes your heart race a little quicker, the thick silence putting you on edge. A drunk person shouldn’t be so hard to find. But as you step into the room, looking over every nook and cranny (despite how large the man in question is), you once again find it empty.

Where on earth could he be?

“My, my, a kitten’s wandered into my home.” You nearly jump out of your skin when an arm curls around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. The familiar warmth of his touch is like a balm to your nerves. You glance over your shoulder, gaze meeting a pair of sleepy vermillion eyes, their depths hazy and dark. “You broke our agreement, sweetie.”

You bite back a smile, “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to if a certain someone hadn’t gotten tipsy and scared the boys.”

Sylus huffs, his face dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck in an uncharacteristically soft show of affection. His breath is dizzyingly warm against your skin, his nose tracing featherlight along the column of your throat, like he’s breathing you in. It makes you feel dizzy. You clutch onto his arm to anchor yourself, breath hitching when his lips press tenderly against your racing pulse. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

The words are a mere whisper, the sound rumbling through his chest, so deep you can feel it with how his body leans into yours. You let out a shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.

“I missed you too, Sy.”

So much. You didn’t want to admit to yourself just how much his absence had been wearing you down. Little by little until you could feel the gaping emptiness, like a stream carving a canyon. You were homesick. And it makes your heart flutter to know he felt the same.

“How about we sit, huh?” You suggest softly, and his arms tighten. Turning your head, despite the awkward angle, you press a reassuring kiss to his silvery locks, “I’m not going anywhere, love. I can’t support your weight much longer, though.”

Seemingly appeased, Sylus lets out an understanding hum. In a puff of black smoke, you find yourself settled on the couch, your back pressed into the soft leather with Sylus laying on top of you, his arms still curled around your waist, head resting on your chest. He nuzzles into you like a cat, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.

It’s adorable really. And jarring. While Sylus has never shied away from being affectionate, it’s always been in his rough, teasing way. This feels tender. Vulnerable. While you were originally planning to tease him to no end, you find yourself overwhelmed with a gentle kind of adoration for the man, your fingers softly fussing with his hair.

“You know, I think I like this side of you.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” Sylus mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely open as he gazes up at your face.

“Yah,” you breathe, tracing the relaxed line of his brow, fingers skimming down his cheek to brush the corner of his lips, “You’re acting so cute and docile. Maybe I should start calling you kitten.”

Even sleepy Sylus won’t let that stand. The second your fingers graze his lips, he nips at them, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you snatch them back, inhaling sharply. Heat curls in your chest, matching the heat burning behind his gaze as he flashes you that lazy yet dangerous smile.

“Don’t mistake my affection for passivity, sweetie,” he rumbles, pushing himself up just enough to graze his lips against yours, the smell of expensive alcohol and his rich cologne clouding your senses. “You should be more wary of a man when his restraints are loose. There’s no telling what he might do once you fall for his trap.”

Ah. You hold back a giggle, eyes narrowing up at him with mirth. So that’s what this was all about.

“Trap, huh? Is that what this was? Did you get tipsy and scare the twins on purpose so they’d call me?”

Sylus doesn’t look ashamed for even a second, offering a nonchalant shrug. The way his ears go red, though, tells you that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Aw, you did all that just cause you missed me?” Reaching up, you loop your arms around Sylus’ shoulders and draw him even closer. Your lips brush his as you murmur, “You could have just called, pretty bird.”

“And what fun would that be?” Sylus tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

He wants to kiss you breathless, the sensation of your lips ghosting against his driving his already muddled thoughts wild. The way you look under him, hair a mess, dressed in such cute pajamas, is a perfectly tempting image, but it’s the fact that he can’t quite think straight that makes him hold back. While getting drunk was certainly a good way to get you here, it was not conducive to anything else he might want.

And simply having you by his side is enough.

You sigh as Sylus presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Unlike most of your kisses, this one isn’t about passion or hunger. Intense, yes, but intense in a way that feels like devotion. It’s reverent and slow, leaving a lingering hum under your skin as he draws away.

“Will you stay?”

Fondly, you rub your nose against his ever so slightly, “Of course.”

“Good.”

Sylus lowers himself back into you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your arms loop around him, fingers going back to his hair. The silence that envelops you is comforting, the only sound being that of your mingled breath. His warmth covers you so completely, you can’t help but relax, eyelids growing heavier with each second that ticks by. Sylus’ breathing steadily grows deeper, lulling you further and further into sleep. Until you slip under, your lips pressed to his temple as you fall asleep.

And that’s how Luke and Kieran find you the next morning. Cuddled up, with their boss curled around you protectively, like two lounging cats.

You wake up to a notification on your phone.

The picture immediately becomes your new background.

(And secretly, Sylus also makes it his, too.)

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Hope you enjoyed, my lovely fishies!!!

[monstersflashlight]

Train trip

gn!Ghost x fem!reader || groping, heavy dub-con, edging, accidental exhibitionism (very light)

You were almost asleep, the train home took too long and you worked a double shift. You could barely keep your eyes open as you (finally) sat down. There were only two other people in the train, and you didn't mind them as you pushed your legs up on the seat in front of you and made yourself comfortable. You were thinking about taking a nap when you felt it.

At first, you thought it was just a weird contraction of your muscles, tired after all day working. You moved a bit and tried to fall asleep again. But then you felt it again.

A soft caress against the inside of your leg, it felt like a hand. You looked down, but there was nothing there. Your skirt rode up at the bottom, like something was pushing it up. You slapped it down again. The hair at the back of your neck standing up as a shiver ran down your back. You couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Something was there. You looked at the other two passengers, but they were looking at their phones, nobody paying you attention. An awful feeling ran through you.

The profound dread that filled you made you anxious as you tried, and failed, to get up. There was some kind of force holding you down, your legs felt too heavy, extended on the seat in front of you. Your arms too tired to get them up. You started to panic, something primal inside of you wanting you to run, to scream. You couldn’t, as you opened your mouth to do just that, something fell over it. You couldn’t see anything, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t scream.

What the fuck.

Something, someone, was constricting your movements and covering your mouth. You always said you didn’t believe in ghosts, but in that second, all the times you said something about it passes through your mind. Your mind frantically trying to make you run, filled with panic. You tried to scream again, but the thing over your mouth just pushed harder, pressing lightly against your nose and making it hard for you to breathe. You tried to calm down, to take deep breaths. You almost succeeded calming your racing heart.

But you felt it again. A presence at your side, a hand running up and down inside your thigh, pushing your legs apart. You tried to push your knees together as hard as you could. It was no use, whatever force was there kept them open.

You tried to scream, to bite down, but they didn’t move. The hand kept going up and up, your skirt moving up as they got too close. You felt exposed, scared that somebody was going to look at you and see you there, quiet and with your skirt up your hips, your panties showing completely. You tried to move away again as ghostly fingers ran up and down the seam of your panties, you moaned involuntarily. Fuck. It was not the time to get aroused by ghostly hands. It was unnatural, it was wrong. You couldn’t be feeling aroused about it. You didn’t want to be touched. Did you?

You tried to get away again, but failed once more. Sitting still on the train, legs up, open and exposing your most vulnerable parts, panting. You didn't want to, you knew it wasn’t normal to feel like that, but your panties were getting damp, your pussy wet. The presence moved again, something else groping your tits, massaging them like they didn’t care about you, just wanted to feel you pant again. They succeeded. You moaned softly as whatever was there kept groping your boobs. You felt how they pinched your nipples through the fabric of your bra, the moan you let out swallowed by the hand covering your mouth. How many hand did they have? Were they even hands? You couldn’t see anything at all, but you could feel so much. Too much. Your pussy clenched over nothing.

The fingers kept playing with your pussy over your panties, not pressing, not doing more than a light caress. You wanted to scream for them to stop, maybe to keep going. You weren't sure anymore. You wanted them to move. Each second, growing a bit more nervous, a bit desperate. The mixed feeling inside of your brain weren’t nothing compared to the heat soaking your panties.

When the first finger moved your panties and pushed inside, your scream was muffled by a hand. Followed right after with what felt like two fingers getting shoved down your mouth. You gagged over them, but not a heartbeat later you were sucking on them, soaking them and trying to get them as far as you could. You thought you heard a laugh, but there was nothing there. With two fingers down your throat and two fingers up your pussy, you felt like a toy for their pleasure. That shouldn’t make you hot, shouldn’t make more juices run down your thighs. But it did. You felt so hot, so aroused.

They fucked your pussy like a piston as you stood there, unable to move and swallowing against their fingers, trying to muffle the dirty sounds you were making. You looked up at the other two passengers, they were still looking at their phone. Good. You didn’t want them to look. Did you? No, you didn’t. That thought didn’t make your pussy contract against the fingers inside you.

You felt on edge, you were so close but so far. They were hitting all the right places at once, just to move away the next second. They were flicking your clit and rolling it in the most perfect way to have to touch the edge, but never going over it. You wanted to scream. But instead of that, you doubled your efforts sucking the fingers inside your mouth. You were good, you were a good girl who deserved to cum. Weren’t you? You could deep-throat those fingers until the ghost (ghosts?) made you come.

But they kept the torture up. Getting you close and taking it away over and over. A tear fell from your right eye, traveling down your cheek. You tasted the salt of your tears next, flowing freely as you were exposed and played with, unable to fight back, unable to move, unable to come.

The whole trip kept going like that, they got you close just to take it away. Over and over until you were a crying mess, your tears mixing with the saliva running down your mouth as you sucked on their fingers. You were scared that somebody could see you like that, but too desperate to stop. It was fruitless. You were at the mercy of an unknown entity in the middle of a train. You felt dirty. You felt like a filthy girl. And that turned you on beyond belief.

They played with your pussy for what felt like hours, but you know it was only 30 min, the exact time between one stop and the next one. When the next stop was rolling close, they hit that damn place that made you see stars, the fingers inside of you milking the pleasure out of you as the train slowly reduced the speed. You came and came and came, a scream involuntarily leaving your mouth as the presence vanished completely. The fingers inside your pussy gone, the fingers inside your mouth, too. The scream alerted the two other passengers who looked up and rapidly looked down.

You didn’t want to know how you looked, probably a mess. They didn’t look up, but you could see how one of them tried to hide his erection. You tried to pull yourself together, your panties were completely ruined, your face was probably a messy mix of tears and saliva, your shirt as wet as the inside of your thighs. You left the wagon and the dude lifted his eyes, making eye content with you and smirking. The knowing grin on his face made your face flush, embarrassed beyond belief.

A ghost ravished you in a train… and you enjoyed it.

What a filthy, filthy girl.