#so i'm a cuddly drunk with Taste

[yourmidnightlover]

getting it over with - ch 2

pairing: bucky barnes x virgin fem!reader

summary: waking up after accidentally admitting a bit too much to bucky about your lack of action, you reveal that you remember everything.

warnings: kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, nervous!reader, bucky is very tender and a SMOOTH talker in this one, please let me know if i'm missing anything!

w/c: 2k+

a/n: THE LONG AWAITED!! i've been in such a rut lately and am so sorry if this doesn't meet everyone's expectations. i kinda like how it turned out and think it's definitely how classic 40s bucky barnes would treat a lady. anywho, enjoy reading my lovelies!

CHAPTER 1

waking up in your jamie’s arms made you wish you were still asleep. sure, you had cuddled before on movie nights when you had to share a blanket, but this was different. this meant he had chosen to stay, of his own volition. fate didn’t need to step in for him to cuddle you. or maybe you were reading far too much into it. 

regardless, you relished in this rare moment of closeness you had with bucky. his arm was securely around your waist as your head remained on his chest. you let your chin rest on his chest in favor of looking at the face that was now free of his perpetual frown lines. you let your hands move the stray pieces of his hair from his face before he began stirring. his arm gently tightened around you before his left came to hold you as well, leaving you softly laughing at his cuddly tendencies.

“mornin’, doll,” his raspy voice scratched all the right parts of your heart. “sleep well?”

“slept like a baby,” you replied as you plopped your head back down on his chest, the rise and fall of his chest nealy lulling you back to sleep.

“so…” he trailed off. “do you…”

“i remember, jamie,” you were squeamish. he obviously kindly rejected your offer in an attempt to let you keep your dignity, but you couldn’t lie to him. “i-i’m sorry for all that. i never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and clearly, i did.”

“you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he assured you as you quickly got out of your bed. “y/n,” he called after you as you threw a sweater over your tank top from last night. he stood to meet you, tenderly holding your shoulders so you would get still. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable. the only thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that you were drunk when you asked me, doll,” now it was him who played with the strands of your hair that were still wild from sleeping. 

“so, if i were to ask you that now, with a sound and sober mind… what would you say?” you avoided eye contact, opting to play with the frayed ends of your sweater. 

“that depends,” he nudged your chin with a curled finger. “i’m gonna need you to ask me first,” he teased. 

you rolled your eyes, “there’s a reason they call it ‘liquid courage’, jamie. sadly, i haven’t had any today.”

“you already know what i’ll say,” he shrugged casually, as if it weren’t practically humiliating what you were asking of him. the depth of desperation you had reached to ask your best friend who you’d loved for so long to do you this ‘favor’. “you know i’d do anything for you.”

“i want you to want me,” now you couldn’t stop looking in his eyes, captivated by the pretty blues you’ve always loved. 

he chuckled, “don’t you know i always have?” 

looking into his eyes, you wanted to believe his sweet, serene words that were dripping from his lips like honey. god, how you wanted a taste of the sickly sweetness that oozed from his presence near you. the attraction that pulled you towards him like he was stronger than any magnet tony had created was somehow amplified any time he looked at you the way he was. you only hoped the attraction wasn’t one sided. sure, he was telling you he’s always wanted you, but that doesn’t mean he wanted you romantically. maybe he just meant he wanted your body. either way, you would have him any way you could. 

“say it,” he urged you. 

“will you be my first, jamie?” you swallowed and looked away from him, somehow still afraid of his answer.

“only if i can be your only, too,” he grasped your waist, pulling you against his chest. 

finally, you broke your eye contact with the floor in favor of his bright blues as he leaned in to press a searing kiss against your lips. in spite of the anticipation of what you had just asked asked him, the kiss was incredibly tender and unrushed.

your tongues danced in sync as if you had done this a million times before. his hands squeezed your waist more as you gently sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.

“you’re pretty good at this,” you giggled as you grabbed onto his forearms. 

“we haven’t even done anything, yet,” your eyes went wide at the insinutaiton. 

“are we-did you want to… now?” 

“no, of course not,” his thumbs began rubbing on your waist over your sweatshirt. “i’m gonna make your first time special, like you deserve. if you want, there are other things we can do now. again, only if you want to.”

“well-uh-what were you thinking about?” your arms rose to his neck, thrown over his shoulders as his grip tightened on your waist.

he lifted you by the waist, signalling for your legs to wrap around his own so he could usher you back to the bed. he gently laid you down, hovering over you before pressing a searing kiss to your cheek, just as gentle as when he laid you down. 

“i’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, doll,” he gingerly kissed down your torso, making the long trail to your center. 

“you don’t have to if… if y’know, it makes you uncomfortable? i know guys aren’t really into that sometimes,” you rose to your elbows, observing him as he spread your legs further to make room for him. the way his eyes were fixated on you was as if you were the only woman he’d ever seen. 

“uncomfortable?” he scoffed at the thought. “the only thing that’s making me uncomfortable right now is how many clothes we still have on.”

“that can easily be fixed,” you swiftly tore your shirt from your body, revealing yourself to him. his eyes were immediately drawn to your bare chest. 

“fuck,” he breathed. “‘s like you’re trying to kill me, doll.” keeping his place between your legs, his arms trailed up your torso to massage your tits. “so fucking gorgeous.”

you placed your hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue. “jamie…” you sighed as your head was thrown back. 

“has anyone ever touched you down here, doll?”

you shook your head

“only me?”

“only you,” you swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.

he moved from his place between your legs to help you remove your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. once he was settled back between your plush thighs, you felt his hands gripping them tightly. 

“such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, baby,” his face was so close to your center you could feel his breath against your skin with every word he said. “can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” he littered your thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to your center. 

“please, jamie?” your hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize your need to him.

“please what, doll?” he mocked coyly.

“you know what,” your hips began to rise from the bed, searching for some relief.

“nuh uh,” he moved his head further from where he was, “i wanna hear you say it for me.”

“i-can you-i want you to eat me out please?” you rushed out and squeezed your eyes shut, not being able to see bucky as he finally connected his lips with your center. “o-oh my GOD!” his tongue traced your clit lightly, barely giving you much stimulation but even that was enough to make your legs begin to quivver. 

while his tongue tracing your clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared you for feeling his tongue tracing along your soaking slit before delicately prodding inside of you. 

“holy shit, jamie,” his tongue trailed back to your clit before you felt his finger slowly enter your pussy. your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer to your center. 

he was so passionate about pleasing you, humming into your skin as he felt you tighten around his finger the deeper he went. 

he made sure to wait for you to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before beginning to slowly thrust the single digit in and out of your center.

you tossed your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of you that you could never reach yourself. 

“fuck!” his finger found the perfect spot inside of you, curling to massage it gently and bring you closer to the edge. you could hear the squelching of your pussy in rhythm with his thrusts in and out of you, and somehow you had no idea that you could be so wet and messy.

you felt him moan against you even more as he brought his metal hand up your torso and begin to squeeze your tits, pinching and pulling your nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaniously adding a second finger inside of you. 

he wanted to thank whatever gods existed for allowing him to be in between the safe haven of your thighs in this very moment. the soft plushness of your thighs that cradled his head as your fingers continued to tighten around his locks with every move his tongue made against your clit proved that heaven was real.

it took everything in him to stop jumping the bed like a horny teenage boy, because he knew he would’ve blown a load with how pretty your moans sounded, in spite of your thighs encasing his ears.

“ja-jamie,” you cried to him. “i’m so-so close, please don’t stop! please don’t stop!” you back began to arch off the bed as his ministrations continued, his fingers pounding into your pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at your clit. “oh my FUCK, JAMES, YES!” you cried as your hips continued to grind into his face, riding out your orgasm as he refused to cease his actions on your body until you couldn’t take any more and were pulling him away. 

he pressed feather-light kissed up your torso, paying special attention to your neck before he met his lips with yours once more. you sighed into his mouth as your arms were lazily thrown over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. 

“that was amazing, jamie,” you heaved as he rested his forehead against yours. “i had no idea i could… y’know, that hard! it was intense…”

“i just ate you out and you still don’t want to say the words?” you shook your head rapidly as you tucked your face into his neck. “you came, y/n. you can say it out loud.” you felt his smile against your skin. “now i can officially say that you’re the sweetest thing ever.”

“jamie!” you shoved his shoulder lazily.

“you’re so cute when you get all flustered,” he brushed some of your hair from your face to watch you biting back your smile. “let me take you out? on a real date. i wanna give you what all the other nimrods ‘ve been to dumb to do themselves. wanna show you what you deserve to be treated like. will you let me show ya, doll?”

“you really wanna take me out?” you furrowed your brows. “i don’t mean that in like the killing way… not that you’d do that! i know that you’d never hurt me, i just phrased it weird and then i kinda got- y’know what? i’m gonna shut myself up this time before i get too stupid to even say the word ‘yes’. so, yes, i would love to go out with you, jamie.” you looked past bucky to avoid the further embarrassment from your incessant rambling.

he chuckled at your embarrassment in spite of being the most intimate you had ever been with anyone with him, you still got tongue tied when he asked you on a date. adorable, he thought as he got up, rushing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, getting it damp before returning and wiping the mess from between your thighs.

"thank you," you closed your thighs as he sat beside you in bed once more. he lifted your arms so he could push his long forgotten shirt over your head to cover you up.

"any time," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "how does next friday sound for you, doll?"

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[lemoncrushh]

A Night Out with Harry

Summary: You take care of Harry after a drunken night out.

Warnings: None really (unless you don't like cuddly drunks)

Word Count: 1171

A/N: A cute, fluffy blurb from my 2016 collection. Kinda helps if you know this song.

"C'mon Harry, let's go," you said with a chuckle, tugging on his arm.

"But the song's not over yet," he whined.

You looked up at the small stage where some bloke was murdering Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love Is." Shaking your head, you leaned closer to him.

"You can listen to the original recording at home, baby. Trust me, it's way better."

Harry blinked and glared at you. It was obvious he was trying to focus on your face, but you were sure his inebriated state made it difficult.

"I love this song," he declared.

"I know," you patted his arm. "You said that about the last five songs."

Through several pints of beer and a couple shots, you'd enjoyed watching Harry have a good time. Even when the entire bar had corralled together for a few choruses of "All the Young Dudes", you'd joined in, looping arms with Harry and some guy you'd never met before. But now you were getting tired, and Harry was drunk.

"C'mon, sweetheart," you cooed. "Time to go home."

"I want you to shooooowwww meeeee!!" Harry sang as you reached the exit.

He tripped a little when you set foot on the sidewalk, combing his fingers through his hair.

"Oops," he giggled, gripping your hand tighter.

You made it to the car safely, the driver holding the door open for you. Sliding in the back seat next to Harry, you rested your hand on his leg.

"Did you have fun?" you grinned up at him.

"'Course I did," he leaned back against the headrest. "I was with you."

You continued to smile as you threaded your fingers through his. Harry reached over with his other hand, slipping it under your ear as he kissed you tenderly. You could taste the beer on his tongue as it met yours. Suddenly breaking from the kiss and sitting back, his eyes met yours with a fiery glow.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

His eyelids heavy, Harry gave you his dimpled smile, pulling you closer to him. He sighed, leaning his head on your shoulder. You kissed the top of his head, raking your fingers down his back. He was quiet for most of the ride home, and you wondered for a second if he'd fallen asleep. Just as the driver pulled up in front of the house, however, Harry wound his arm around your waist.

"We're here, baby," you whispered.

Harry merely groaned as the door opened for you. You murmured to him to sit up and you helped him out of the car. Harry was too big for you to carry inside, so you were grateful that he was able to at least walk with minimal assistance. Once you were in the house, you guided him to the sofa. He sat back as you helped remove his boots, then went to the kitchen to get a couple water bottles from the refrigerator.

"Drink this," you insisted.

Taking it from you, Harry swallowed half of it in one large gulp. Setting the bottles on the table, you sat next to him.

"Are you okay?"

Leaning back against the couch, he shut his eyes. "I'm sorry, love," he muttered. "I'm so drunk."

You chuckled. "You don't say."

"I wanted to show you how much I -" Harry cut his phrase short as he suddenly sat up straight. "I wanna hear the song!"

"Song?" you asked, perplexed when he rose from the sofa and stumbled toward the stereo.

After pressing a few buttons, you heard the sound of the song starting, surrounding you in the room. With a grin, you sat back, watching Harry turn to you.

"Can't stop now, I've traveled so far, to change this lonely liiiiifffe," Harry sang as he walked back to you, his arms outstretched.

"Dance with me, my love," he begged.

Your chest shook with laughter as you gazed at him. He could barely stand, you weren't sure how good he'd be at dancing.

"Please."

Licking your lips, you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your waist. You were pleasantly surprised as you swayed back and forth to the music without a hitch. Harry leaned his forehead against yours, lightly kissing your nose. Then he ran his hand up your arm, releasing it from around his neck and pressing it against his chest. Though his eyes were glossy and bloodshot, they were still incredibly green and glowing with admiration. Every time he looked at you, you felt special, an immediate flutter in your heart.

Harry sang along softly with the song, his breath on your face as you laid your head against his shoulder.

"I really love you, Y/N," he declared.

"I really love you, Harry," you echoed.

The song ended and Harry blinked.

"Fuck, I need to lie down."

You giggled. "Okay, c'mon, baby."

Turning off the stereo and the lights along the way, you guided Harry to the bathroom where he relieved himself then met you in the bedroom, quickly plopping down on the bed, his head on the pillow. You changed out of your clothes, into a tank top and a pair of pajama shorts.

"Are you gonna sleep in your clothes?" you inquired when Harry hadn't moved.

"Don't wanna."

You weren't sure if that meant he didn't wanna sleep in his clothes, or he didn't wanna make the effort to take them off. Nevertheless, you rounded the bed to his side, urging him to sit up. You removed his shirt for him, then unbuttoned his jeans. He was able to lift up to take them off, quickly returning to his position on the bed. Crawling in beside him, you put your hand on his bare chest.

"Ready for sleep, baby?" you asked him, tracing his tattoos.

He barely nodded. "Yeah. But I wanna hold you first."

"Sounds good to me," you happily agreed.

Switching off the lamp, you pressed your body against his as much as possible. Harry turned on his side, enveloping you once more. You breathed against his chest as he kissed your forehead. Then he trailed down your nose to your lips. No other words were spoken, nor were they needed. Sloppy, sweet kisses, but you didn't mind in the least. Though it lit up your body intensely, neither of you made any moves to go further.

After the kissing, you remained lying in silence, listening to Harry's breathing and heartbeat. You knew he was getting sleepy, and you could barely keep your eyes open as well. Turning over, you grabbed your pillow, situating it the way you liked. You felt Harry's hands on your hips, pulling you back to him, though he didn't make you turn over. Instead, he ran his hand down your leg and back up, letting it lie against your stomach. You heard Harry hum the tune of the song as he held you, making you smile. His breaths tickled your ear until they finally evened out and you knew he was asleep.

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[desirediariesx]

diary entry #22

I love watching my boyfriend fuck my friends

If you read diary entry #19 you know that I recently set up a suprise for my bf involving one of my friends. He got to fuck her and cum in her, but the catch was that he was blindfolded the entire time and never got to actually see who she was. I thought that was really fun honestly haha. We went out to dinner with her the next day and ended up getting pretty drunk with her and a few of our other friends.

She didn't want to go all the way home afterwords (she lives far away), and we offered to let her stay at our place. She gave me a sly, knowing smile when I dropped the invite. I'm sure she knew what I had planned.

When we got back we decided to watch some netflix, and we ended up watching the new live action of the Avatar show. (They butchered it for anyone wondering). We ended up sitting with him in the middle of us and we started gradually getting more and more cuddly with each other.

At one point I said. "You know what I really wanna see, more than this crappy show?". "What?" my bf asked. "I wanna watch you guys makeout". He looked a little suprised cause I knew he never thought I would want him to do stuff with one of my friends, but I could also tell he was pretty excited. "Are you sure?" he asked. "YES!" I replied.

My friend smiled at me and leaned in. She grabbed my hand and held on to it while she kissed him, it was hot watching their tongues touch hehe. I started to get wetter and wetter while they kissed, and eventulally I started touching myself through my panties. I moved my friend's hand from mine, down to my bf's cock, and we both started rubbing it through his shorts.

I unzipped them and pulled out his cock so we could feel it. We were jerking him off together while he made out with my friend. It was so hot to watch. We were like holding hands with his cock in between them.

"I want to see you ride him" I said. She stood up, I kissed her, and pulled down her panties from under her skirt. I had her face him and get on top of him while he was sitting on the couch. I got on my knees behind them and watched closely as he slid into her. It was so hot to see. They kissed while she started bouncing up and down on his dick. I was rubbing my pussy the entire time watching them from right behind her.

I knew I wanted to taste and I stuck out my tongue and started licking at her from behind. I could taste her pussy on his cock as she slid up and down and it drove me wild. I even licked her ass while she fucked him which was a first for me. I loved it tho. It made me feel so submissive somehow.

I kepting telling him to cum in her, and that I wanted to watch it drip out. I got to watch her cum while she was riding him, and moments later he was cumming in her. When his cock slid out of her all the cum dripped out on to him and it was honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen. "Fuck, that was even better than the first time" she said.

The moment she said that I saw the realization dawn on his face. It was her that he was fucking the night before. We spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing while watching the rest of the butchery that was the Avatar. Such a good experience

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I said chubby Remus hcs in connection to buff Virgil and I am here to deliver!!

CW: suggestive, body issues

Remus and Roman are built the same so keep that in mind

Remus knows he isn't skinny or built like a Disney prince or a dorito but does that bother him? Nope!

When Roman starts to bemoan his fate, Remus will point out that chubby was the ideal royal body type or

Remus will do his "my great great great granny survived the famine" dance. And yes, he sluts it up to prove a point

This dork is not afraid to show some skin and if that gets a certain spider to secretly ogle him, well that's just a bonus

When he's not eating toiletries and stationary supplies, Remus actually has a very balanced diet. Naturally he indulges in sweets and fatty food, because he can and it tastes good

Virgil absolutely loves his squishy dukey. He's so cute and cuddly, and soft

Remus is thrilled whenever Virgil uses his thighs or tummy as a pillow

This man jiggles when he walks, and dammit if he doesn't make it sexy as hell

One time he wore a corset (that he stole from Roman) just for fun and Virgil tore it off because he doesn't need to hide himself. Remus was too busy being gay for buff Virgil to completely understand

Roman was not happy about the destroyed corset but it could have been so much worse and he knows it

Remus is a tough puppy when it comes to criticism, especially about his gorgeous body, but he would be devastated if Virgil ever tried to suggest he lose weight

The only time that came close was when Virgil suggested Remus start working out with him. He quickly explained that it would be great to bulk up and let off steam (and not so quick to admit he wanted to spend time with Remus)

When they're cuddling and Virgil is really tired or maybe a little drunk, he will absolutely cover Remus' tummy in kisses. Occasionally he'll include the thighs too. Remus is a ticklish guy so he always giggles like crazy

Remus has taken up belly dancing to show off his stuff. And yes, he wants to show off for Virgil, who always seems to be straining to sit still during his performances

Roman is the exact opposite when it comes to his body. Occasionally Remus will try to bolster his confidence, only to be shot down. Remus always vents his frustrations to Virgil while Virgil cuddles him

"I'm an earthquake in the bedroom! Sink into my holes and watch everything shake! Watch your back San Francisco, I will destroy you!" -Remus trying to flirt

Virgil is at least a little amused. It's not like this dork mentioned "daddy milkers" again

I cannot stress enough how much Remus loves the fact that Virgil can carry two of him with little strain. He knows he's a big boy, which means that Virgil is fully capable of skull crushing. And Remus has a skull meant to be crushed!!

But he'll take being squished and adored too. His Scare Bear loves squishing him in the warmest hugs

Virgil tends to grab him by his softest bits to pull him closer in general. Remus knows his bf can't get enough of his sexy body, and he can have as much as he wants!!

Hell Y E S Chubby Dukey!!! I L O V E L O V E L O V E how fucking confident Ree is about his body manz knows he's the whole damn menu wearing crop tops/any revealing outfits and his B U F F Emo definitely agrees <3 Also the tummy kisses P L E A S E that's S O fucking cute he's just a giggly mess as Vee worships his body and showers him in affection!!! He adores a gentle Spider who looks like he can C R U S H him but he'll still take getting carried around and smooches any day <3

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

My brain would not shut the fuck up for 2 seconds, so to satisfy it, have a compilation of out of context questions and shitty takes:

1. So I sold my soul to Alastor for jambalaya (would've done it for free frfr), what do i call you now? Sir? Boss? Daddy? AHEM, what do your souls even do? Will I just join the hotel? Cuz I'm fine with that.

2. Can Angel shoot webs out of his ass? (I don't know where the fuck this came from)

3. Husk, do you blink slowly at the people you trust and love? Cuz cats do that.

4. Charlie do you bleat like a goat?

5. Does Alastor taste like venison? Experience rut? Also, can you make different calls besides squeaks and bleats? Do your horns get stuck on shit? Ever broke Vox's screen with a 'love tap'? Also did you know there's a ship with you and your mom? That shit is vile

6. Do y'all know Lilith is just in heaven, drinking a slushie on the beach while y'all are out here suffering?

7. Luci what's your opinion on the other sins? (All of em)

8. Vox what your best 'Alastor got drunk and cuddly story?' Also did you ever convinced him to wear a dress? (I'm not talking about the bets, talking about you actually managing to convince him yourself, no strings attached, to wear a dress.) Is your dick a cable? Do you eat batteries? And are you aware of how creative your simps are? (ESPECIALLY ON PINTEREST ISTG PEOPLE ARE NOT WELL)

9. Vaggie, did you ever watch Encanto and notice that Mirabel sounds like you? Also, you're Spanish, right? (Yay, like me, matchy), what's your fave dish?

10. Val what was the fucking point of trying to drug Vox? Like? Even if it worked, Alastor would've fucked you up so hard your dick would come out of your mouth. Did you just think he'd be mad at Vox for getting fucking raped? Idiot.

11. Husk, did you ever perform in front of a crowd? Because if I'd have your voice, I'd never shut up.

12. Niffty, have you heard of Vox's employee, Baxter? He's like Sir. Pentios but a way better bad boy, about your height, and a mad scientist. Bet he could make experiments on your bugs and find new ways to kill em or sum.

13. Velvette, my fucking queen, on my knees for you, ugh, it's your voice or your personality, idk what, but I want it. Give it. I love u queen. What's your fave dress you ever made?

14. If Vox would be a princess, he'd be a greedy princess. I scouted the internet for anything, and after being reminded that El Dorado exists, I think the best I found is Chel. She's smart and greedy, and wants more gold. That's the best i found. Or just fuck it and you're Ariel but a shark. Now I have to draw that.

15. Angel did you discover you were gay back when you were alive or in hell? Also, how was it Italy? I plan on visiting and maybe going to a concert at it, cause the language sounds so fucking pretty and idk how to describe it, just beauty.

16. So, Alastor, is Niffty in a contract with you afterall, or did she just exist in your house one day and you just adopted her? Also, Charlie can now technically call you dad, cause your her mom's boyfriend, so maybe stepdad? Second dad?

17. Charlie girl, you did it! You fixed your mommy issues with your dad, your new mom, and your mom's boyfriend.

18. Hazbing hotel should be renamed issues hotel, cuz we got Daddy issues (Angel, Alastor, Husk I think?), Mommy issues (Charlie ((she kinda solved them)), Pentios maybe), parent issues (Husk ig, Vox, maybe velvette? Cuz if she was just 19 ((young kween, we stan u girl)), I imagine her parents sucked ((boo, tomato tomato))), uh, just straight up issues (Luci, Vaggie, I recon Val had a shitty life) and a shitton of trauma.

19. Alastor did you wear cattle shoes back when you were alive? Also, how is New Orleans? I think it looks really pretty and has a beautiful beautiful culture. Maybe if I have money, I'll visit! See where my fave serial killer murderer came from. Also, is French hard to learn? I'd like to give it a shot. Last thing: drop that lash care girllll, why do men have such pretty lashes? Scratch that, why are men like you so pretty?

20. Be gay, do crime, eat boys up, idk, peace ✌️

—a very sleep deprived bird anon

1. So I sold my soul to Alastor for jambalaya (would've done it for free frfr), what do i call you now? Sir? Boss? Daddy? AHEM, what do your souls even do? Will I just join the hotel? Cuz I'm fine with that.

"Boss will do just fine. And you can do as you please - I'm not like some, who require their souls to tirelessly work for them. I'll call on you if I have need."

2. Can Angel shoot webs out of his ass? (I don't know where the fuck this came from)

"Uh, no."

3. Husk, do you blink slowly at the people you trust and love? Cuz cats do that.

"Not that I'm aware of."

4. Charlie do you bleat like a goat?

"Um, no, I'm... not a goat."

5. Does Alastor taste like venison? Experience rut? Also, can you make different calls besides squeaks and bleats? Do your horns get stuck on shit? Ever broke Vox's screen with a 'love tap'? Also did you know there's a ship with you and your mom? That shit is vile

"I suppose my flavor profile might bear some similarities to venison, but I imagine I do taste rather different. I don't experience rut, I can make different sounds, and no, my horns do not get stuck - I can shrink them easily. I have broken Vox's screen while fighting and when he's attempted to wake me up, but I wouldn't qualify either as a 'love tap'. And I do wish you hadn't shared that."

6. Do y'all know Lilith is just in heaven, drinking a slushie on the beach while y'all are out here suffering?

"Yeah, you're not the first person to share that. But Charlie doesn't know, and I'm keeping it that way until I get more answers. It would crush her."

7. Luci what's your opinion on the other sins? (All of em)

"They're like family, and like most families, I get along with some more than others. Ozzie is definitely who I'm closest to, Bee's always fun, Lev's cool, Belphi's great, Satan and I butt heads sometimes, and Mammon... can admittedly get on my nerves."

8. Vox what your best 'Alastor got drunk and cuddly story?' Also did you ever convinced him to wear a dress? (I'm not talking about the bets, talking about you actually managing to convince him yourself, no strings attached, to wear a dress.) Is your dick a cable? Do you eat batteries? And are you aware of how creative your simps are? (ESPECIALLY ON PINTEREST ISTG PEOPLE ARE NOT WELL)

"I'm not telling you a whole story when you asked so fucking much. No, I haven't gotten him in a dress outside of the bet. Do you have any idea how much he hates deviating from his look? And no, my dick is not a cable, and I don't eat batteries. But yes, of course my simps are very creative. Right, Mel?"

9. Vaggie, did you ever watch Encanto and notice that Mirabel sounds like you? Also, you're Spanish, right? (Yay, like me, matchy), what's your fave dish?

"I haven't noticed that, and um... as I've mentioned before, I don't really have any memories before joining Adam's army. I used to think I was Heavenborn, but I get these flashes, and... I think I might be from Central America? I don't know. I do love tamales, I know that."

10. Val what was the fucking point of trying to drug Vox? Like? Even if it worked, Alastor would've fucked you up so hard your dick would come out of your mouth. Did you just think he'd be mad at Vox for getting fucking raped? Idiot.

"They weren't even together yet. Alastor wouldn't have even known anything happened, if you idiotas hadn't gotten involved. Voxxy just would have chosen to stay with me, and their little budding romance would have fizzled out as it should have."

11. Husk, did you ever perform in front of a crowd? Because if I'd have your voice, I'd never shut up.

"I mean, I used to be a stage magician, so... yeah."

12. Niffty, have you heard of Vox's employee, Baxter? He's like Sir. Pentios but a way better bad boy, about your height, and a mad scientist. Bet he could make experiments on your bugs and find new ways to kill em or sum.

"Ooooh, Vox, I want to meet Baxter!"

13. Velvette, my fucking queen, on my knees for you, ugh, it's your voice or your personality, idk what, but I want it. Give it. I love u queen. What's your fave dress you ever made?

"Everything I make is the best - how the fuck can I pick one favorite?"

14. If Vox would be a princess, he'd be a greedy princess. I scouted the internet for anything, and after being reminded that El Dorado exists, I think the best I found is Chel. She's smart and greedy, and wants more gold. That's the best i found. Or just fuck it and you're Ariel but a shark. Now I have to draw that.

"Haven't seen it, so I'll take your word for it."

15. Angel did you discover you were gay back when you were alive or in hell? Also, how was it Italy? I plan on visiting and maybe going to a concert at it, cause the language sounds so fucking pretty and idk how to describe it, just beauty.

"When I was alive, and uh... yeah, my family's Italian, but I'm from New York. Lived there my whole life. Neva' been to Italy."

16. So, Alastor, is Niffty in a contract with you afterall, or did she just exist in your house one day and you just adopted her? Also, Charlie can now technically call you dad, cause your her mom's boyfriend, so maybe stepdad? Second dad?

"Niffty is my friend - of course I don't own her soul! And I was already a father-figure to Charlie, but I never seriously meant that she should call me dad."

17. Charlie girl, you did it! You fixed your mommy issues with your dad, your new mom, and your mom's boyfriend.

"Uh... I don't think that's how that works..."

18. Hazbing hotel should be renamed issues hotel, cuz we got Daddy issues (Angel, Alastor, Husk I think?), Mommy issues (Charlie ((she kinda solved them)), Pentios maybe), parent issues (Husk ig, Vox, maybe velvette? Cuz if she was just 19 ((young kween, we stan u girl)), I imagine her parents sucked ((boo, tomato tomato))), uh, just straight up issues (Luci, Vaggie, I recon Val had a shitty life) and a shitton of trauma.

"Fuck off, my dad was awesome."

"And for the last time, I don't have 'daddy issues'. My mother did just fine on her own."

19. Alastor did you wear cattle shoes back when you were alive? Also, how is New Orleans? I think it looks really pretty and has a beautiful beautiful culture. Maybe if I have money, I'll visit! See where my fave serial killer murderer came from. Also, is French hard to learn? I'd like to give it a shot. Last thing: drop that lash care girllll, why do men have such pretty lashes? Scratch that, why are men like you so pretty?

"I did, and New Orleans is indeed beautiful. I strongly recommend a visit! And I must admit, I don't speak fluent French. I can speak some Creole French that I picked up throughout my life. It was never something I studied, though. As for your last question, I'm afraid I don't quite know how to answer that."

Note from Mel: Please only send one or two asks at a time. This was a bit overwhelming, and it makes tagging complicated.

[ruewrites]

Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.” 

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event.  No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

��You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued  to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin.  It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted. 

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion.  Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth,  “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him. 

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?” 

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place. 

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him. 

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering. 

“Well? Do you?” 

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face. 

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle. 

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?”  Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses. 

“How could I ever stay away?” 

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position. 

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness. 

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.” 

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room. 

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.” 

It wasn't just that. They both knew it.  They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes. 

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing. 

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His. 

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this world had to offer. 

[signoraviolettavalery]

Hi, hello, I've got a Vampire!Bojan related question if you don't mind:

Does he eat regular food, too?

If so; does he have to be careful what he eats before feeding on them? (Esp. Nace & gluten?)

♡anon

I've always imagined that Bojan can eat regular food, but it doesn't nourish him. He enjoys the taste, and he can get drunk from alcohol, but blood to him tastes so much more delicious than even his favorite foods (except maybe zlikrofi ;)

I'm not sure how what Bojan eats would affect those he feeds on, tho - he's taking blood from them, not the reverse. Though I did suggest the other day that Nace would make for a great vampire - he's just so sweet and soft and cuddly and a huge teddy bear and it would be kind of funny to see him as a vampire, complaining about how everyone eats gluten so there's so few people he can feed one....

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

*NSFW RICKY AND JULIAN FIRST TIME TUMBLR ASK REQUEST FIC*

Julian sat on his couch thinking about the events that had happened the other day, how Ricky was wasted and they nearly kissed in the car. Julian kept thinking of how badly he wanted to kiss Ricky in that moment, how hard his cock had got just from feeling his warm breath on his face, his bright baby blues staring into his and when Ricky leant forward and his lips were pressed against Julian's neck his cock throbbed and his knees weakened but Ricky was seriously drunk and he didn't want to risk being seen.

Julian kept replaying that moment in his mind over and over and arousal sparked through him thinking about how cute and innocent Ricky was, slurring something about plutonium love. Julian undid his jeans snaked his hand into his boxers wrapping his fingers around his length and began to slowly toy with himself he closed his eyes thinking of Ricky and his disastrous dysfunctional ways, the way he could never pronounce or spell anything right, how he always seemed so wonderfully naive about what a pain in the arse he could be and somehow he was also funny in his blunt outbursts mostly it was his eyes, his tiny little smile, his cuddly chubby frame. Julian rubbed harder biting his bottom lip, his breathing steady his belt buckle singing with the metallic jangling-

“Julian?” He snapped open his eyes and his heart started beating fast when he saw Ricky was stood at his door. Julian sighed putting his cock away that had been edged and deprived of an orgasm pulled up his trousers and answered the door.

“What is it Rick?” He asked shortly. Ricky was stood there wearing his black and white Martin Luther King shirt, he smelt of weed and booze his eyes were droopy and drunk but he was nowhere near as hammered as he was the other day.

"Jules, Lucy's ignoring me again can I sleep on your couch man? There's fucking bugs and dogs barking and shit I just need one night away from that fucking car” Ricky begged sadly giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine just for tonight but that's it Rick I fucking mean it,” Julian said sternly and invited him in. “You want a drink?” Ricky slumped himself down on the greyish blue sofa and nodded as he felt tears surface and fall down his cheeks. Julian came over with a beer putting it on his glass coffee table as Ricky quietly sobbed.

“Julian..what's wrong with me? Why doesn't anyone like me? My own fucking dad won't even let me stay at his place, Lucy doesn't want me, Lahey's always going on about what a loser I am-”

“Ricky I like you” Julian interrupted calmly as he placed a hand on his knee.

“You keep saying I'm stupid-”

“You're not stupid Ricky just the way you do things sometimes is stupid but that doesn't mean you're stupid you're a great guy and a good friend. I like you a lot and so does Bubbles” he said lovingly as he shuffled closer to him. Ricky looked over at him with red teary eyes feeling warmth rise up in his chest at his kind caring words.

In that moment he leaned in and kissed Julian, the first ever kiss it felt blissful the hairs on Julian's goatee delightfully tickling his lips and chin, he was expecting him to go shy like he did the other day in the car but he didn't. Julian put his hand on Ricky's face his black and gold onyx ring resting on his cheek and he opened his mouth exquisitely moving his tongue against Ricky's. Julian tasted of sugary sweet rum and coke and his cologne was pleasant, Ricky tasted of weed, cheap whisky and beer Julian could smell booze, and the faint hint of cooking spray and car exhaust fumes in his hair. They both indulged themselves in the moment savouring their kiss that had been a long time coming, well over 20 years. Ricky's hand ran down Julian's back he was so sturdy and slightly solid in build he expected Julian to tense up but he didn't he was completely relaxed and going with the flow. Ricky's lips departed from Julian's and they were both breathing heavily as they stared at each other completely love drunk.

“Julian…you have no idea how long I've wanted to fucking do that man” he said raspily.

“..me too Rick” Julian said slightly out of breath. They began removing their clothes until they were both naked and taking in the breath taking sight of their erect cocks. Julian wasn't as big as Ricky but he was thick Ricky's was enormous definitely longer than average. Julian was nervous he looked at his naked best friend and couldn't believe this was happening yet somehow it felt so right and like it was meant to be. Despite being hard Julian felt like he had stage fright and wasn't sure what to do he'd never been with a man before.

“I'm-I'm not sure-”

“It's OK Jules let me handle it,” Ricky said sweetly and kissed him again getting another sublime taste of the rum and coke. “You just relax OK? I need you to bend over the couch” Julian got up and bent over on the couch his arse sticking up in the air. Ricky stood behind him and could see he was tremoring he was so nervous the tips of Ricky's fingers brushed down his back and he tensed slightly as he stroked him sweetly Ricky appreciated what a beautiful arse Julian had noticing the faint tan line above his arse crack, he definitely took care of his body his butt was so firm Ricky was almost jealous, he felt him slightly shiver under him, Julian who was usually so confident and sure of any situation, this was the guy who after all told that dick Cyrus to get out of the park and put his gun to his head like he wasn't even bothered but with this he was a shy flustered mess it was so cute and heartwarming. Ricky stuck two fingers in his mouth coating them in spit and began to circle around until he found Julian's entrance then gently eased a finger in. His body seized up and his eyes went wide in surprise, then Ricky slipped the second sopping wet finger in and slowly moved them inside it somewhat stang and felt strange. He heard a strained “mm” leave Julian's throat, slowly he relaxed his body more to Ricky's digits and he began to stretch his fingers to open him up more, he could see he was beginning to sweat and when he could feel that he wasn't as tight around his fingers as he was a few minutes ago he slowly pulled them out of him. Ricky spat on his hand and made his cock slick with it, tugging at the skin so he stayed hard.

“You ready Jules?” He asked warmly.

“Yeah” Julian replied timidly. Ricky placed both hands delicately on the soft toned cheeks to part them and began to slowly enter Julian. Julian hissed through his teeth and let out a low groan in his throat as his eyes scrunched up, his dick was so big and it was opening him up and stretching him out in such a weird pleasurable way. Ricky's eyes fluttered and he moaned out in ecstasy at how delicious and tight Julian's arse was around his cock, fuck it felt like a snug heaven already and he hadn't even started moving yet, he pushed himself in all the way to the hilt and Julian let out a slight cry at how deep inside him Ricky was and how full he felt.

“You ok Jules?” Ricky asked reassuringly.

“Mm hmm, yep I'm good Rick” he said through gritted teeth as he felt him nudging up against something inside him that felt like a sensitive spot.

“OK great just relax bud you're doing great” Ricky said sweetly and he lazily pulled himself out of Julian's arse until he was almost completely out and he stared down with his cheeks spread apart staring at the ring of muscles and could see the pink flesh line of his perineum and his testicles underneath. What a stunning view.

He sunk himself back in and Julian let out a shivery moan then he began to slowly rock back and forth as Julian grabbed at the cushions his face pained in pure delight his mouth was agape, each time Ricky forced himself in he could feel him poking and stimulating his prostate in the most heavenly way imaginable.

“Oh my god, yeah right there Rick” Julian begged barely able to get the words out in a strained voice as he pierced him even harder and faster the divine tightness making his own orgasm churn in the pit of his groin. It felt so good Julian didn't want it to end it was nearly moving him to tears, his erect cock rubbing up against the arm of the couch, small trickles of sweat poured down Julian's pretty face his goatee soaked in sweat his neat black curls a moist mess. He couldn't hold on anymore as he felt his body dissolve into pleasure and felt his groin muscles tensing his cock throbbing with the desperate need of release he panted against a pillow his eyes screwed up tight gripping the pillow so hard it was a miracle he didn't rip it.

“Rickyyyy, Rick I'm gonna come, gonna fucking come I'm gonna.. hah ah ooooohhhhhhhh ohhh” he grunted deeply into the fabric, his squashed cock spurted white warm come all over the arm of his sofa completely plastering it, he let out a muffled sob into the pillow and his body spasmed and shook as a red faced groaning Ricky wasn't far behind his movements slowed down gradually and he could feel that warmth pooling in his belly and groin feel it send shock waves through him and with one more thrust into the warm orgasmic flesh his dick flooded an obscene amount of come inside Julian's hole filling him up completely and he let out a loud “ohhhh” and a carnal groan. They were both breathing erratically as Ricky stood over Julian still inside him and painstakingly pulled himself out Julian whined at the loss of contact but Ricky was completely done in and needed to rest as his body was wrecked, he slumped down on the sofa trying to catch his breath, Julian got up feeling dizzy his arse sopping wet as he felt Ricky's come dribbling out of him and collapsed next to him. The both of them sat there heads tilted back on the sofa exhausted and slowly coming back down to earth from the heady rush of their explosive orgasms. Ricky rubbed Julian's thigh softly. Julian felt tears form in his eyes, the whole thing was something so new, bold but so incredible that he felt himself overwhelmed with emotions he simply couldn't help but cry. Ricky looked over concerned.

“Julian? Are you OK?” Ricky asked caringly.

“Yeah it's just, fuck this is so embarrassing,” Julian sniffed as he wiped the tears away. “..nobody's ever taken me the way you did Rick” he said those words so quiet they were a whisper Ricky could just about hear. Ricky put his arm around him and pulled him close to his chest running his fingers through his sweaty black curls and Julian laid there with one arm wrapped around Ricky's soft plump stomach. They enjoyed the warmth of their embrace and sat there hugging each other for the rest of the night not saying much but trying to process what had just happened how they'd gone from friends to lovers and how it had made them both feel, how their bodies reacted to it, how it made their emotions heightened and felt like it was perfect on every level. Ricky and Julian not just as friends but lovers too.

#NSFW #ricky/jules #Rickian #Ricky x Julian #trailer park boys #tumblr ask box fic #fan fic #smut #kissing #sex #season 1 #their first time #Ricky la fleur #Julian #romance #tpb #masturbation

[youngpettyqueen]

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were- Charles/Hawkeye

They fall into the cot together, Hawkeye tumbling back and pulling Charles in, Charles falling over on top of him. They're both laughing, rosy-cheeked and dizzy with drink. They wrangle themselves together on the cot, clumsy limbs tangling up and bodies mashed together, trying to find some comfort to settle in.

"Charles." Hawkeye says, trying to untangle his leg from one of the blankets. This has to be Charles' cot- it's too soft to be his, and there's at least one extra blanket here, one being tangled around his leg and the other gathered up under his back.

"Mm." Charles grunts, being no help at all, doing his best to wrap himself around Hawkeye like a koala.

"Yer drunk." Hawkeye grunts, pushing at his shoulders to keep him from crushing him into the cot. This sort of works- Charles rolls back onto his side, bringing Hawkeye with him as he stubbornly refuses to relinquish his sloth-like grip on his waist.

"I am not," Charles replies, affronted, "I'm hammered."

Hawkeye barks a laugh, and soon enough Charles joins him. Their heads bonk together briefly and they snicker like schoolboys, all giddy and wrapped up in a tangle of limbs and blankets.

It's warm here. It's late in the fall, nearly winter, so the chill is nearly impossible to escape. But here, hidden away in a cot in the dark of the night, bundled in Charles' arms and his belly full of booze, Hawkeye finds he's the warmest he's been in months.

"This was your plan all along," Charles accuses, laughter still in his voice, "You... you planned it. Get me drunk and get me... in bed," He pulls him in a bit closer as he speaks, "You fiend."

"You're the big teddy bear here," Hawkeye retorts, grinning, draping his arm loosely over Charles. His other arm is pinned between them, destined to be numb in the morning, "I think this was your plan all along. Could've just asked, but no," He's laughing again, Charles' poorly-concealed smile in the dark tipping him over the edge, "Had to get me drunk first. Who's the fiend?" He demands.

"It's cold," Charles reasons, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "How can- how do you expect me to- to stay alone in this cold little cot all... all alone?" He laments.

Hawkeye snorts, squeezing in a bit tighter, chasing that lovely warmth they've got between them. "Baby, it's cold outside..." He sings quietly.

Charles wheezes, ducking his head and shoving his face into Hawkeye's chest as he starts to cackle. Hawkeye laughs, too- wheezing and whistling like a teakettle. He can't help it. He's warm, he's drunk as hell, he's snuggled up with Charles.

He keeps singing, quiet, slurring his words and making up lyrics as his drunken brain forgets half of them. He wheezes out most of the song between laughter, because Charles won't stop laughing, and it's only egging him on.

Hawkeye finishes the song by pressing in to kiss Charles, long and slow and sweet. He can taste the alcohol on his breath, feel the stickiness on his lips, and he just kisses him again. And again. Till the warmth between them feel like it's lighting his face on fire, till they're smiling against each other and pressing in as close as they possibly can, not an inch of space between them.

This wasn't planned. None of it was, of course it wasn't- it's just fun to pretend, put up a front before they surrender into each other. Because Charles is, against all expectation, a clingy, cuddly drunk. And Hawkeye is a silly drunk, one who's impulsive and wanting, and he knows these fleeting late night moments are the best they can hope for.

As far as these things go, though... he really can't ask for much more than this.

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

I want to know more about “you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad' couple!!!

Please tell us all about it whenever you are ready 💓💓🤧

I mean I would love to but I don't know where to start asdlkngkj 😭 There's a lot, but, um, here are some infos I guess?

(this is about the gorgeous couple, do heed the warnings if you read the original one-shot!)

CW: alcohol, kissing while drunk

Hmmm, so, it took them a stupid amount of time to get together because reader didn't make a move on Hyunjin and Hyunjin was so used to other people hitting on him that he had no idea what to do when that didn't happen.

When they became part of the same friends group, reader saw that everyone and their mother (literally, Hyunjin is very popular with moms) was constantly trying to get Hyunjin's attention and decided she didn't have time for this, leading Hyunjin to believe she didn't like him. when really she just doesn't like a gold rush

("You don't like me very much,” Hyunjin says with a fake pout, making your friends laugh. It sounds light-hearted, it's said like a joke, but there's a sparkle of fear in his eyes that there is an underlying seriousness to his words.

"Do you have any idea how many people are vying for your attention at any given moment?” you ask. “I'm not fighting your seven evil ex-boyfriends just to talk to you.")

Reader does, however, get protective of Hyunjin when he's drunk, because he gets all soft and sleepy and cuddly. He'll wrap his arms around her and rub his cheek against hers and she'll just freeze and not know what to do at all, get all flustered and everything. So she often ends up taking care of him when that happens and making sure he gets home. He only ever has very vague memories the next morning though.

("You shouldn't drink this much,” you sigh once you're both sitting in the back of the taxi.

Hyunjin's head falls on your shoulder and he replies with that slurred voice that you know all too well now.

"But you only like me when I'm drunk.")

(Hyunjin's lips are soft against yours, his mouth warm. It's everything you've ever wanted, but the taste of alcohol on his tongue doesn't give you the luxury of enjoying it.

“You're drunk, Hyunjin,” you say sternly, stepping back, doing your best to ignore the hurt look in his eyes.

“So? You don't want me?”

Shit, the quiver in his voice, how dejected he looks... You want to comfort him, run your fingers through his hair, and you very much want to kiss him again, but it wouldn't be right, and you don't budge.

“You should kiss me when you're sober,” you say.

It doesn't surprise you when he doesn't remember it in the morning, but that does nothing to soften the disappointment that wraps itself around your heart like ivy.)

At this point she does start showing interest, like, explicitly, which ends up leading to a very unpleasant situation where she thinks they're dating while Hyunjin thinks they're just fucking and is upset that she hasn't asked him out but won't ask himself.

(should be pointed out again, reader has excellent pokerface and is Not Demonstrative At All. which doesn't help them with their issues.)

[coronerandundersheriff]

A new chapter of "Afterlife"

Changes have advantages AND disadvantages…

"Greetings and all my love, Dorian. See you then."

David ended the call and grinned over at Cassandra and Chris, who were also smiling.

It was a beautiful, mild Sunday morning and up here in the penthouse it was quiet and comfortable. 

"I hope you don't mind too much, but my cousin is visiting soon and may be staying a few days." Trevelyan opined, taking a sip of orange juice. 

"Always the man speaks in riddles, Chris. I'm telling you, he's a walking mystery... hahahaha" The pretty woman giggled and winked. 

"You do have some relatives around the globe, most of whom we only know by hearsay. Do we get to know the name too?" Cassandra asked, amused. 

David loved to see her laugh. His beloved friend was doing so much better, and the nightly sleeping problem with cuddly bear Chris had also been wonderfully solved, as no one was disturbed by their nightly arrangement in David's bedroom. 

Although he had told his therapist he wanted to ask Cassandra to marry him as soon as possible, David had not yet found the courage. But perhaps now was the time!

Eric Trevelyan was a quiet but active man. He had founded a small company. They helped people to help themselves. Eric was mostly on the road and you didn't really know where his actual residence was, because he was just often everywhere and nowhere. So he had announced on short notice that he would like to stop by while he was passing through. 

David was happy, he had not seen his cousin for ages. If he thought about it correctly... yes, the last time was at his mother's funeral....

His cousin was a little younger than himself, about Cassandra's age, so they would definitely get along great, they had met briefly back then, though the occasion wasn't the nicest. 

Cassandra smelled so good this morning. 

She was a beautiful and lovely person, she was smart, fair, romantic, well-read, a swell mom, a top cop... and of course a woman.

David wondered if he should just "give her a try"? Would she even want to sleep with him? If not, the second question would probably be answered as well... or maybe not... David would marry her anyway, even if he didn't get intimate with her. 

It was hard, so damn hard. They had been close friends for so many years, she had always accepted him for who he was: moody, gay, secretive, drunk... he always remained her buddy David. But still, they had never talked about sex. He'd never asked about Chris' father, and she'd never asked about all the guys he'd slept with. And Dorian? They talked about him often, but their secret love affair was never an issue. David never brought it up again and Cassandra didn't ask.

So, should he ask her to marry him first or to have sex with him? 

David chuckled out of embarrassment and shook his head. 

"A million dollars, which of course I don't have, for your thoughts, Trevelyan. Hehehe..." Grinned Pentaghast. 

David blushed, "Better not, pahaha!"

"Men! You can't with them and you can't without them! Haha...!" 

Cassandra was such a trooper. David loved her more than anything. But would that be enough? Would that be enough for her? Would that be enough for HIM? Sleeping next to her and Chris didn't bother him. But sometimes there was a feeling, a desire... he didn't want to think about it. 

And how might Cassandra feel about it?

"Cass, darling? What is your type of man, anyway? I know I asked you that question eons ago and we found out then, we have the same tastes...I know I know...but...preferences change sometimes. Life shapes you, doesn't it?" David burst out. He didn't know how he felt about bringing up such a topic at breakfast.

Cassandra looked openly into his purple-blue eyes and studied him for quite a while without answering. 

Uh-oh!

Chris squealed happily in his chair and ate his cereal. Cassandra was still gazing silently into Trevelyan's face. 

Suddenly she broke the silence, "Hmm... good question, indeed! Men. Me and men. Tall, short, blonde, brunette, stupid, smart, thin, fat..." Cassandra started to laugh. 

"I'm serious, Cass." David asked meekly. 

"I haven't been in love much in my life. But when I have been, it hasn't worked out every time. That's all I'll say about that."

Trevelyan nodded in agreement but remained silent. He understood that it was as difficult for her to talk about this subject as it was for him. 

So it would remain difficult to ask her to marry him....

▪︎▪︎▪︎

"Super cool to see you again Cassandra. David told me a lot of information about you. I guess I know more than you'd like, a bummer to have a cop for a buddy?! Hahaha, I'm just kidding." 

Eric had shown up after breakfast, or rather, it was just before noon. He had just come from Thailand and had umpteen bags with him, but everything was quickly stowed in the guest room.

David was cooking so he let Cass, Chris and Eric have fun together. With one ear he listened to the conversation.

"I know a few things about you too, don't forget I'm a deputy as well and of course I am a mom - Exhibit A is sitting over there in the corner, playing!" Triumphantly,  Cassandra looked proudly in her son's direction. 

"Kids are wonderful. I haven't managed to settle down enough to procreate. Women don't go for globetrotters. Maybe it's the Trevelyan gene though? Hahaha..." 

Eric laughed heartily, then glanced briefly over at his cousin at the stove.

"I see. And I guess it's true, you Trevelyan's are tough nuts. You're hard to get a hold of. Pretty but nimble as fish in water, but whoever catches you won't let you go again! Hihihihi!" Pentaghast's voice was like velvet, heavy and soft at the same time. 

Had David heard correctly? "...pretty" and "...won't let go"???

Oh well, Cassandra was surely in a good mood and just charming as ever!

"Oh thank you! Nobody has called me pretty for a long time. I can only return that compliment!" 

Eric was such a charmer!

David had to grin. He was so glad that Cassandra and Eric hit it off right away. It was so darn good to have people around. To see smiling, friendly faces. 

David couldn't help but think of Dorian and how they still kept in touch. Dorian had a few days off and had gone to a ski lodge with colleagues and as always, the first or last calls applied to him. David knew their friendship would last for the rest of their lives. What more does a person need?

Had David possibly finally come to terms with it, or was he about to accept that Dorian would never return? 

David had given Dorian a small package as a farewell present, with the request to open it only if he definitely wanted to come back. Dorian apparently had not opened it, or rather, had never felt the urge to return to him. Which answered quite a lot of questions and dashed hopes. It had been ages since they had seen each other, Dorian had been so busy with his PhD and this project. But he had done it, he had his title, a solid secure place where he could thrive and grow, he had decoded the human genome with his team, he had accomplished just about all of life's goals. What did he need now Texas and the old noses from his past? 

Dorian had told David there was a young doctor on the team, a real bright guy, charming and good-looking. Dorian didn't sound enamored, but intrigued when he spoke of this colleague. David always listened silently and revelling when Dorian told.

Suddenly David shook, somehow his chest tightened. 

Blood rushed to his head, rushing in his ears.

Wait a minute wait a minute!!!

What did he really want now?

David wanted to be happy in life, his best years were spent with.... 

David wanted to start a family and he had already proposed to one person, namely....

David wanted to live lustfully again and become sensual, he dreamed almost daily of...

Like a flash of lightning, it hissed behind his eyes.

He dropped the wooden spoon and then everything went black....

(OC Eric Trevelyan by @pookydraws )

[jackpiastri]

accidentally drunk – cn21

your first time drinking ends up going a little different from how clement had planned.

genre: fluff

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of alcohol, one tiny semi-sexual joke at the end

requested?: no

author's note: hello hello, jack (@httpiastri) here again! it's been over a week and i still haven't gotten an answer from tumblr support... anyways, i'm not the biggest fan of the first part of this one but i think it gets better towards the like middle. anyways #2, it's race week and i've been missing oscar so i can't wait for this weekend 😚

f2/f3 masterlist

clement is sitting at the table in marcus's kitchen, deep into a discussion about one of his last races with felipe, when there’s a tap on his arm. "hey, clem?"

the frenchman turns his head, blinking at james standing behind him.

"i think you should go check up on your girl, mate."

clement cocks an eyebrow at his friend, who just points back out to the living room. putting down his drink on the table, he excuses himself before making his way out of the kitchen.

you and clement are different in a lot of ways. he is a professional racing driver, you don't even have your drivers license yet. he is a big chatterbox and makes friends anywhere and everywhere he goes, while you are a bit on the quieter side. he loves to go out drinking with friends, while you have never even had alcohol before – something clement found completely crazy for someone above the age of 20 in europe.

you work well as a couple despite these differences, of course. when he's traveling the world for racing, he always makes sure to spend a lot of time with you when he is back at home. when he sees you dropping out of a conversation with his friends, he tries to include you, yet makes sure not to pressure you. and when he gets completely shitfaced on a night out, you are the sober one, the one who makes sure he gets home safely, the one to force him to drink his water before bed.

it's not like you see yourself as someone who will never ever drink; you just haven't really seen the meaning or felt the need to try it. that was, until today.

after having a quite silly chat about it last week when you went out with clement and his friends, where james had dropped a drunken comment about you being too much of a "prude", you decided that maybe it was time. why not just give it a little taste today at the party in marcus's apartment?

and your whole experience has gone better than expected, clement thought. until this moment, at least.

he figured he wouldn't be the best of boyfriends if the first thing he let you drink was just straight up tequila. so instead, he started you off with a sweet homemade drink with a very low amount of alcohol, just to ease you into it and take the edge off it. you'd eventually warmed up to both the sensation and the taste, meaning you were agreeing to taste some of the stronger drinks his friends were offering you. half a shot turned into a full one, and you grew cuddly in clement's hold as you sat together on the couch.

he wasn't scared that you'd get too drunk or feel too bad – he was supposed to be by your side all night to make sure everything went smoothly. but a few hours in, your sweet little mouth had asked him to leave you and alice alone on the couch, saying the two of you needed some time alone for "girl talk". and how could he say no to you when you begged him with those gorgeous eyes of yours?

that's how he found himself in the kitchen, chatting to some friends, before he was interrupted and reminded of your presence. obviously, james telling him to go find you made him a little nervous. this was your first time, after all; how could he be sure nothing would go wrong when he wasn't by your side?

so when he sees you sitting up in the couch, seemingly alive and well, he relaxes a little.

he can hear your laughter all the way to the doorway, though, and you look like you're having difficulties with your balance even as you're just sitting. so, maybe everything isn't all well.

clement makes his way through the crowded room and when he comes closer, he can tell how forced alice's smile looks as she's nodding along to whatever you're babbling about. when she sees him, her smile turns into a relieved one instead. "oh!" she interrupts you and points up at him, making him raise his eyebrows. "look who it is, your boyfriend!"

you blink at her for a few seconds. "my boyfriend?..." you ask, before slowly turning your head to your side. it takes a while for you to realize who the person standing there is, but once you do, your entire face lights up. "my boyfriend!"

"here, have my seat," alice tells clement, standing up instantly. then she pats him on his back, wishing him luck before hurrying away in another direction.

he hesitantly sits down right next to you, a confused look spreading across his face. the confusion grows when you throw yourself over him, engulfing him in a big hug. "oh, hey there," he laughs, holding you tight. "how's it going?"

"so good. literally." one of his arms stays around your waist once you pull away from the hug. "i'm having the best time."

"oh, yeah?" you nod, reaching for a glass standing on the table and taking a big sip. "what are you drinking?"

you shrug, sipping on it some more. clement's nose scrunches up at the smell of the liquor from just sitting next to you.

when his fingers reach for the cup, you hold it away from him, showing off a big pout on your lips. he lets out another laugh. "i don't want to steal it from you. i just want to taste it," he lies, tilting his head and putting on his best puppy eyes. anything to get you away from that cup, he thinks. "just one tiny sip?"

you eventually oblige, and when he gets some of the drink in his mouth, he almost spits it out instantly. the liquid stings in his throat as he swallows, and he feels like just one gulp could be enough to make anyone completely wasted.

"what is this? where did you get this?" he asks, staring intently into the cup as if he would be able to guess it's content.

you look away, thinking long and hard. "i think..." you scratch the side of your head, trying to remember. "i thought this was my glass of water – i swear, it was standing right there – but someone must've taken the wrong one, so i took this one accidentally and i thought it tasted really good so i just kept on drinking. it's great, isn't it?"

clement looks at you, amazed both at your rambling and at the way your taste buds must've gone home for the day. "love," he puts the drink onto the table before letting his fingers brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen into your face. "that is actually the worst concoction i've ever tasted. how could you ever think that was good?"

you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "that's mean."

clement's eyes soften. "i'm sorry, baby." his hand moves to cup your cheek and you instantly, as if out of instinct, lean into his touch. "i think i want to go home. would that be okay with you?"

"i want to stay."

your boyfriend lets out a sigh but he can't help but smile. "always when you want to leave a party, i leave with you, right? do you remember that?" you nod, but you still don't look quite pleased. clement would feel bad if he wasn't doing this for your own best. "i think you should come with me. we can snuggle up in my bed, maybe kiss a little? or do anything else you'd like?"

"mkay."

you look too cute like this, and clement feels this new type of feeling for you. some kind of... almost protective concern; he wants to take care of you. clement can't help but to lean forward to press his lips on yours, and you are finally smiling again once he pulls away. it's like your earlier emotions have disappeared in a snap, and you point to your lips to ask for another kiss. he kisses you again, and again, leaving several quick pecks to your lips before moving along your cheek, the tingling sensation leaving you giggling.

"let's go, then," he says, standing up and holding out his hand towards you. you take it in yours and let him drag you off the couch, but you instantly lose your balance. clement's hand finds your hip in the last second, holding you close to him as he tries to navigate through the crowd to the front door. "sweets, do you remember where you put your jacket?"

your confused eyes scan the piles of discarded outerwear, but to no luck.

"or even what jacket you brought?"

he isn't proud to say he can't remember it himself, but he too isn't perfectly sober. you can't remember what your jacket looks like either, to no surprise, so clement settles on just finding his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

"leaving so soon?" marcus pops into the hallway, a snicker leaving his mouth at the sight of you practically clinging onto clement.

"so late, i would say," your boyfriend answers. he's just about to lean down to ask you something when-

your eyes move up, gaze locking in on the kiwi man in front of you. "marcus!" you take a couple of quick steps forward, hugging him tightly. "thank you for this party, i had the best time! i mean, i don't really want to go home, but clem says that-"

marcus and clement make eye contact over your head, both struggling to keep themselves from exploding in laughter. "i'm glad you enjoyed it," marcus says, patting your shoulder as he pulls away from the hug.

you stumble over to your boyfriend who catches you in his arms as if you're a toddler about to trip and knock something over.

"do you have everything?" he asks, his hands reaching for your purse to make sure all of your necessities were still there. phone, wallet, keys, check check check. he looks up at marcus. "we'll probably be coming back tomorrow to pick up a jacket. maybe some other stuff, too. if she even wakes up by tomorrow."

marcus chuckles. "go for it. and good luck."

clement manages to get you down the building’s stairwell without any falling, and while you wait for the uber outside, he chuckles at the way your eyes close, a bright smile on your lips. "it's cold, but i'm not cold. like, the air is cold, but i'm not cold. how does that make sense?"

clement takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. "that's probably because you're wearing a jacket, sweetheart."

your eyes open to scan the material hanging from your shoulders. you frown. "what? but this isn't my jacket?"

"it's mine," he says, shaking his head at you. his free hand comes up to hold your cheek as you look up at him.

"wow! you gave me your jacket? clement novalak, you are the best man in the world. have i ever told you that before?"

"only in bed."

you don't seem to get the reference, because your blabbering continues. "well, i should tell it to you more often. every day. every hour? i should say it on an instagram story right now. that would be good, don't you think?"

clement is sure that you are going to regret this tomorrow. if you even remember any of it, that is.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Hiiiii it's me, I'm back again!!! They are STILL so important to me fr fr 0️⃣1️⃣0️⃣1️⃣

(I WILL get through all of your Elimetri content and reblog it and say nice things about it, I swear by all my blorbos and everything I hold dear--)

There is something insanely adorable about the fact that even when they're smashed out of their mind, Demetri and Eli aren't loud or gross or pushy with each other, they're just...wholesome and cuddly in a way they'd usually be scared to display that openly ;_____; Internalized homophobia is a fearsome beast!! It's got Demetri over here going "what if I got really inebriated??? So I could...sit in your lap and hold your face gently and bump our foreheads together???"

"He was in no way a drinker, not even at parties; but Moon had brought this cotton candy vodka stuff, and it tasted more like liquid sweets than anything despite the burning as it went down his throat." Nooooo Demetri, not the sweetened, heavily-flavored alcohol that doesn't taste like alcohol!!! You dun got played like a fiddle!!! By the oldest trick in the book, too!!! Embarrassing, quite frankly ;____; And come now--you didn't think that what Moon (of all people!!!) brought would get you that fucked up??? Smdh. But I have to applaud Demetri being a man of culture--I, too, live and die by the philosophy "the less it tastes like alcohol, the better" XD

"But it was fitting, because neither would have the confidence to go through with it sober." Unfortunately this is true ;____; 5 seasons and counting and these children are still in the world's most vehement denial about their sexualities. Sending thoughts and prayers to them every single day 💔

Only Demetri Alexopoulos would think about crunching numbers while drunk aksudhfpbguishn He's gonna be such a menace in the corporate world someday I just know it

Eli's drunken, borderline incoherent rambling is 1000/10, I KNOW that boy would!! I hope Miguel takes pity on his idiot besties and does in fact give them a ride home so they can eat ice cream and watch Game of Thrones.

#v small drabble. anyways don't drink kids. and if you're gonna make out with someone either both be sober or both be drunk? Backing Rose here, consent first ofc 🩵

#also not-that-i've-ever-drank-at-all-in-my-life-what-are-you-talking-about. but. #when a drink 'tastes just like (x) sweet!!1!' girl no it doesn't it tastes like burning vodka with some sugar YOU TELL THEM, GIRL!!! Louder for the naive fools in the back ;_____;

Tis I, the Hell Yeah anon!!! Still reading and loving all of your binary boyfriends content <3 Could I get a bb ficlet with the prompt "we're way too drunk for this"?

hey, hell yeah anon ! i missed you, hope you're doing well <3 here's an extra-small 265 word drabble for you. obviously, content warning for underage drinking

"Hey," Demetri murmured, hands cupping Eli's cheeks, forehead pressed against his. He was sitting in Eli's lap, comfortable in spite of his jeans.

The room had a heated air to it--but maybe that was due to the sheer amount of alcohol Demetri had that night. He was in no way a drinker, not even at parties; but Moon had brought this cotton candy vodka stuff, and it tasted more like liquid sweets than anything despite the burning as it went down his throat. Soon enough, he found himself a giggling mess, stumbling into Eli and leading him to a spare room.

"Hey," Eli replied, pushing forward and pressing his lips to Demetri's. And it was funny, because Demetri never thought they'd have their first kiss drunk. But it was fitting, because neither would have the confidence to go through with it sober.

"Hey, wait, Eli," Demetri whispered. "We shouldn't--I mean, I drank a lot of that cotton candy stuff, and you had that and at least two beers, so crunching the numbers…that makes us…"

"Fucked up?" Eli snickered.

Demetri grinned, nodding in response. "Maybe we shouldn't do anything until we're sober…?"

"Sure, sure," Eli shrugged woozily. "Or, consider this: we make out, okay…and then we have Miguel drive us to your place…then we have some ice cream and watch GoT…then we make out some more…am I a genius, or what?"

That seemed to not go with the plan Demetri had just suggested, though it didn't go entirely against it, either. Demetri laughed softly, pressing his lips to Eli's once more, clearly satisfied with that plan.

[brookutoh]

Scenario where kuroo likes the reader but thinks shes out of his league and everyone is telling him that he should go for it but he doesnt and at a Christmas party, they're slightly drunk and end up making out?

This is fantastic because I’ve been craving Kuroo lately, AND I managed to fail at finishing this for long enough that it’s now Kuroo’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than with 3k words of drunken party shenanigans?

Thanks for the prompt, and enjoy!!

“Kuro, you’re smiling at your phone again.”

The sudden voice of his best friend - despite its usual quietness - caused Kuroo to jump about a foot in the air. Embarrassment at being exposed so openly quickly turned to annoyance at Kenma’s words.

He huffed. “What, am I not allowed to smile at my phone now?”

Kenma granted him a look over the top of his PSP, one that Kuroo could swear he’d seen in a nightmare before. It was the phrase ‘don’t fuck with me’ in its rawest form.

“It’s what you’re smiling at that’s the problem,” Kenma muttered.

Kuroo frowned down at his phone. He was once again texting you, and you were once again causing him to grin like an idiot at your messages. He couldn’t help it; you were just so cute! Kuroo would be the first to admit that he loved talking to you, whether that be via text or face-to-face, he just loved hearing your thoughts and opinions, and when you told him a story - even if it was as simple as how your day went - he would listen with rapt attention as you spoke.

This was where the problem lay: sure, you were a fantastic friend, and Kuroo was thankful every single day that you’d been introduced all those months ago. It just sucked that he wished that you could be more than friends.

Apparently, this thought was written all over his face because he heard Kenma sigh from his spot on Kuroo’s bed. “Just ask her out.”

“Sure, if it were that simple I wo-”

“It is that simple.”

But it wasn’t. At least, not to Kuroo. It was a difficult situation, both because he knew he would be rejected straightaway and because the amazing friendship the two of you shared would be ruined as soon as you found out about his feelings. More than anything, he was terrified of your imminent disgust that someone like him felt that way about you. And that was something he just wouldn’t be able to handle.

Another sigh from Kenma. “She’s not going to reject you.”

Kuroo fixed him with a look. “Not even you’re that observant.”

Saying nothing more, Kenma simply rolled his eyes and went back to his game, ending the conversation then and there. Kuroo finished typing out a text to you, and then your next message caused him to pause.

[13:03] Her : oh yeah!!! are you going to the haiba xmas party??

Kuroo blinked at the screen twice, before looking up to his preoccupied best friend. “Lev’s having a Christmas party?”

“Yeah, this day next week. Thought I told you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh.”

Not paying any attention to Kenma’s disinterested tone, Kuroo asked, “Are you going?”

Stupid question, as shown by the sudden grimace on Kenma’s face. Still, he didn’t answer immediately, and Kuroo felt a snippet of pride when the blond answered, “Maybe.”

Probably Lev had pestered him enough about it that Kenma had given in somewhat. If he did end up going at all, it would either be for only a few minutes or he would spend the night in some unoccupied room playing video games.

But if you were inquiring about the party, then did that mean you were going? Kuroo hadn’t been to many of Lev’s parties, but ever since the boy had turned 18 a few years ago his parents had started going on vacation more often and leaving the family’s enormous house (Kuroo would call it a mansion, really) into the hands of Lev and his sister. With little-to-no persuasion from the older Haiba sibling to the younger, they’d started throwing massive parties wherever possible. They were somewhat notorious by now; the last one Kuroo had gone to - before he’d met you - was still a very large black hole in his memory, and the tiny fragments he could actually remember involved dancing on a table, seeing Bokuto naked, and walking in on at least twelve couples in compromising positions throughout the house.

Needless to say, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about you being involved in all this. Typing out a quick question to ask if you were going - to which you responded with an enthusiastic ‘yes!!!!’ - the decision was made for him.

[13:17] Kuroo: Yeah, I’m definitely going :)

***

You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Isn’t this dress a little… revealing?”

Behind you, Alisa was also staring at your reflection, arms crossed and a smile on her face. “That’s the point! We have to give Kuroo-kun a treat, don’t we?”

Not for the first time tonight, you blushed at the mention of Kuroo. Since she’d discovered your embarrassing crush on one of your closest friends, the gorgeous half-Russian had taken it upon herself to help you ‘break out of your shell’ (her words) and snag him. While you hadn’t exactly taken much of her advice up until this point, the encroaching couple’s holiday of Christmas was making your desire to be more than platonic with Kuroo reach new levels.

Thus, why you were now looking at yourself in Alisa’s full-length mirror while dressed in a very short, very low-cut, and very sexy red dress. Festive though it may be, it was certainly not something you would’ve picked out for yourself to wear, but Alisa had bought it specifically with you in mind, having presented it to you as a Christmas present as soon as you’d stepped foot in the Haiba residence one hour ago.

You had to give her credit though, your self-proclaimed surrogate older sister had taste. And possibly had also taken your measurements without your knowledge, because this was the most well-fitting piece of clothing you’d ever worn in your life. And, okay, the thought of Kuroo seeing you like this almost definitely had you eager for tonight.

“Okay,” you nodded, turning around to face Alisa properly. “I’ll wear it.”

“Great!” She squealed. “Now just let me do your hair and makeup, and there’s no way you’ll leave the party single.”

You rolled your eyes as she got to work, but ultimately you were grateful for all her help. Now all you had to do was talk to Kuroo. That would be easy, right? He was your friend, you talked to him all the time. There wouldn’t be any problems.

***

Kenma walked into the room you were hiding in. He granted you a single glance before wandering over to sit beside you on the bed and pulling a Nintendo Switch from his apparently quite deep jacket pocket. “We could play MarioKart.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I just… need to talk myself into leaving.”

“No pressure.”

Kenma was a good friend, you’d always thought. Quiet, wickedly clever, and ridiculously observant. So observant, in fact, that he’d discovered your feelings for his best friend before you’d even realised them yourself.

Which is why your next question was, “Is he here?”

A nod. “We came together.” A pause. “He’s looking for you.”

“…Maybe if I hide up here, then-”

“Lev told him you were here. Also, he would come look for me if he couldn’t find you.”

Dangit. Looks like you’d have to face him after all. In this dress. Which, okay, did look fantastic on you and was building confidence where previously you’d had none, but this was Kuroo.

“He likes red,” Kenma hummed, almost inaudible.

The dress was red. The shoes were red. The jewellery you’d borrowed from Alisa all had inlaid rubies. The pins holding your hair in place were red. Your lipstick was blood red.

You shot an accusatory glance towards the boy beside you, who shrugged. “Alisa asked. I answered.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. Your friends were simultaneously wonderful and terrible. You caught a small smile on Kenma’s face at your amusement, and only then did you gesture to yourself and ask, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

Kenma gave you a look. “You could wear a trashbag and he’d still want to drag you upstairs.”

Oh. Well. Now your cheeks were red to match the rest of you. Still, you nodded. “I should probably go then, shouldn’t I?”

“Please.”

You stuck your tongue out at him for that but ultimately found yourself leaving the room and standing in one of the many long corridors throughout the house. The floor beneath you was practically pounding with the loud beat of the music pulsating through the building, and you could already hear drunken cheers and what sounded a lot like an owl hooting. Or maybe that was just Bokuto, you weren’t sure.

Not for the first time, you found yourself considering how lucky you were that you actually knew your way around this place, easily finding your way into the secret passage linking this hall to the floor below. Dusty and dark though it may be, it had you emerging into the very crowded kitchen a minute later. A quick glance over the partygoers showed no tall bedheads, but it did show a very exhausted-looking Akaashi.

“I don’t know where he is,” was his greeting to you. “Would you like a drink?”

Well, this was a party. You may as well indulge in some aspects of it in between searching for a certain middle blocker. You nodded and were immediately handed a cup of something bright pink and somewhat ominous.

“It tastes like strawberries,” Akaashi supplied, before knocking back his own cup.

You supposed it could taste like a lot worse, so you mirrored his actions. It did taste like strawberries, but once it had slipped down your throat you were left feeling like you had downed straight vodka. Which, considering you were in the home of two half-Russians, was probably the case. Deciding you needed all the help you could get tonight, you finished off the rest of the drink. Without a word, Akaashi took your now-empty cup and refilled it.

You stayed there for a little while longer, taking note of everybody who entered the room, but failing to find exactly who you were looking for. You kept drinking, and Akaashi kept refilling your cup, until the two of you were flushed and giggling about something Kuroo had said or Bokuto had done.

“Oookay,” you laughed as you calmed your breathing down. “I need to stop drinking.”

Akaashi nodded. “Me too, I think. This stuff is bad.”

“Very,” you agreed, before remembering what your goal for tonight was. “Ugh, I need to go find Kuroo now. How is it so easy to lose him? He’s so tall!”

Akaashi thought for a second. “Mmmaybe he’s with Bokuto?”

That made sense. “But where’s Bokuto?”

From elsewhere in the house, the unmistakable sound of hooting could be heard. Akaashi looked at you with pride. “Found him.”

Grasping onto each other for support since walking in a straight line was difficult, the two of you made your way to the other side of the house. The games room was about as full as the kitchen had been, but almost everyone in here was crowded around the large pool table in the centre, as it was currently being used as a makeshift table by both Bokuto and Iwaizumi to arm-wrestle, although they were currently locked in a stalemate.

Bokuto glanced towards you and Akaashi, face lighting up in a grin at seeing the latter. Before he could call out a greeting, however, his focus was drawn back to his hand as Iwaizumi made an attempt at pushing for the win.

You took this opportunity to glance around the room, feeling yourself deflate ever so slightly when zero bedheads could be found. You were positive he’d be with his best bro, this was just getting ridiculous now.

As you watched Akaashi leave you to go and cheer Bokuto on, you wondered if maybe every part of this was just a sign that things weren’t meant to be. Well, that thought certainly depressed you. Maybe it was best to retreat for now, your head was pretty fuzzy after all.

It took you far longer than usual to climb up the nearest staircase, but you felt an immense amount of pride at yourself for actually making it to the top. Now your next course of action was to find a new hiding place, this time one without any other occupants.

You did feel a semblance of guilt deep inside as you pressed an ear to each bedroom door, like you were ruining everyone’s privacy, but it was far better than actually walking in and seeing something that would give you the urge to gouge out your own eyes.

Finally, you found a quiet door, bursting in none-too-subtly to find that it was not as empty as you’d first assumed.

Kuroo looked over to the door with a jolt from his seat on the bed, before his eyes widened exponentially at seeing you. And then they looked down the length of your body, and then back up to your face. And then, despite the drunken flush on his cheeks and slight glassiness of his eyes, he smirked that ungodly smirk and winked.

“Red looks great on you.”

Well, fuck him. How dare he be that attractive despite being a little blurry around the edges? How dare he beckon you over with an unsteady hand, and how dare you stumble over in record time?

How dare he, you continued to think as you straddled his waist and eagerly planted your mouth onto his own. His hands came up to rest on your hips as he kissed back with the same amount of enthusiasm, and soon you were cursing him once again, this time for almost definitely having smudged your lipstick.

When his tongue made its way into your mouth you tasted strawberries. Your hands making their way up to nestle in his unruly hair, you pulled his head back just enough to disconnect your lips.

“I was looking for you for ages,” you whined breathlessly.

“So was I,” he replied with an overdramatic pout. “Where were you?”

“I was…” Oh yeah. “Hiding in a bedroom. Then Kenma came in.”

“Why were you hiding?”

You looked away. “You.”

“Me?”

“You,” you nodded.

His brow furrowed. “I was hiding from you too.”

Oh. “You were?”

“Yeah. I drank a lot of the pink stuff and then wanted to kiss you real bad.”

You gasped, eyes snapping back to his. “Me too! Maybe it was a love potion.”

“Maybe,” he grinned. “It worked.”

You blinked for a second, before the realisation of where you were and what you’d just done hit you as quickly as your blurry mind would allow. “Hey, it did!”

He laughed. “Maybe we should kiss some more, in case it wears off.”

“Okay!”

And then you dizzily met him again.

“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEADS!”

Oh no. That was way too loud. That was illegally loud. There would be noise complaints. The police would be called. You would all be arrested. What would prison do to you? Would you be the same person afterwards? Would you be able to find yourself a nice prison wife? Would-

“Please let us live,” came a hoarse voice from beside you.

Wait. Beside you? Who was beside you?

You slowly cracked one eye open, every part of your nervous system complaining about the sunlight filtering into the bedroom through the window. It took a few blinks to rid yourself of all residual blurriness, but once that task had been completed your focus zeroed in on the body next to you in bed.

In… bed.

You were in bed, and this person was next to you.

And then said person rolled over to face you and all blood drained from your face.

“Mornin’,” Kuroo whisper-greeted you, a very sleepy - and very attractive - smile on his face.

Suddenly you were very conscious that he was shirtless. And with the hand hidden beneath the duvet, you quickly had an exploratory roam across your body to find that you were wearing your underwear, and nothing else.

“M-Morning,” you replied with all the confidence you could muster. Which was none.

Alisa, still standing at the door after having woken you both up as if she were Satan’s daughter herself, watched your exchange with nothing short of glee.

“Glad to see you two had a good night,” she grinned, pointedly looking down at a heap of red fabric on the floor. With a blush, you realised it was your dress.

Next to you, Kuroo rolled his eyes. “Nothing happened, Alisa.”

She shrugged. “Don’t hate me for assuming. Come downstairs when you’re ready, there’s coffee and bacon in the kitchen.”

She closed the door behind her as she left, and your stomach growled at the mention of food. But before that, you turned to meet Kuroo’s gaze. “Did nothing really happen?”

“Well, we made out for a while and then fell asleep. But other than that, no.”

You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

When he spoke next, his voice was quiet. “Do you hate the idea of it that much?”

The sudden heartbroken look on his face had you flailing. “N-No! I don’t at all, I’d just prefer if something like that didn’t happen when I was very drunk.”

“So you’d be okay with it if you weren’t drunk?” He asked, a smirk now replacing any sadness that had been on his face.

“Or hungover,” you added, in case he had any ideas about how to spend the morning. “But yes, I’d be fine with it. I kissed you, remember?”

He grinned. “You did. You could do it again if you wanted.”

You really did want to, but a memory from the night before had surfaced. “Did you mean what you said last night?”

“About liking you?” You nodded. “Yeah. I thought you were way out of my league though.”

Your mouth dropped open. “How?! I thought you were out of my league.”

He laughed a little, stopping when it apparently hurt his head. “We’re not very smart.”

“No,” you agreed. “But now we know.”

He stared at you for a long moment, before smiling. “If you were gonna kiss me again, now would be a great time to do it.”

You rolled your eyes but conceded.

Breakfast could wait.

[mrskurono]

just woke up and i think im still drunk from last night but imagine a cuddly drunk izuku????? my heart cant take it

and if he keeps drinking he gets horny and needy??????? dead, that's how i am at the thought🍋

I'm pretty sure I'm still not entirely back from how stoned my wife and I were last night 😂 But if I didn't admit to how much I think about Izuku intoxicated....oh....god....so much. Might as well just make my thoughts known right?? *cough* and a few other's I've been thinking about *cough cough*

tags: fem!Reader, headcanons, drug use (edibles (all three) + alcohol (Izuku & Toyua)), crossfaded af, needy bois, emotional bois, smutty smut, what else do you expect?

character(s): Izuku Midoroya (bnha), Bakugou Katsuki (bnha), Toyua Todoroki (bnha)

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

Izuku is one of those people that you feel safe with no matter what level of intoxicated you are; but the real fun is when you're both fucked up.

He can't hold his liquor.

Get him a little nibble of an edible or a puff and then we're talking about someone who can do a little better than one sip and call it good.

Being crossfaded with Izuku is heavenly.

Calloused strong hands roam over every inch of you. Rolling his hips against you, panting in your ear, sweet taste of something fruit on his lips when you suck on his tongue, raging hard on that just won't go away.

Izuku is a mess in a good way.

Won't leave you alone as you both giggle and make out, sloppy and messy the entire time.

Definitely a little bolder than sober Izuku and momma likes.

Service top energy doesn't take a day off even when he's intoxicated

Izuku surpasses his stamina with ease

Giggling and gasping against your lips as he pulls you down on his cock, whining and laughing about how sensitive he is but won't stop thrusting to match the way you grind down on him.

Soak his cock for all he cares, his bodies just numb enough that everything feels like it lasts forever and Izuku can definitely last all night.

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

Fucking Bakugou up in the best way possible ♡

Staying just a tiny bit more sober than he is to enjoy the full spectacle of the show ♡

Everything on him is sensitive, his hips, his nipples, his ears.

Man is a moaning mess while being so stoned he can't move even a muscle, just his fists clenched in the linens while you play with him like a doll.

Flush red color to his chest and nipples pink and perky from prolonged playing with them.

Alcohol doesn't do much for him but sit on him and pop a few edibles in his mouth though, now you have an all night toy with a cock that won't stop leaking ♡

Probably just from having his chest sucked on ♡

Panting and begging you to do something only to be met with a cheeky "What do you want Katsuki?" but he's too far gone to coherently tell you.

Takes a hell of a lot of trust but nothing unwinds the pro better than giving himself to you under the influence.

Denies it but it turns him on throughout the week thinking about the weekend and the next time you can play with him ♡

𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐮𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

Like Bakugou this takes a hell of a lot of trust for Toyua. Like even when it happens you're still stunned that he wanted it.

But what is Toyua but a dramatic whore? (especially for you)

So after a few drinks in him and Toyua wants more, who are you to say no?

He'll drink till the edibles kick into so don't you worry he's on the train heading to fuck up vill.

Hits him all at once, needs his clothes off, wants you to touch him, whiny voice and gasping moans.

Just the way he reacts when you undo his zipper has him gripping your wrists and his hips rutting against the fabric of his own pants.

Horny mess of emotions.

Poor baby is a mess and wants to make a mess ♡

Edge him while he pants and drools. Some mixed drink flavored spit seeping out of the corner of his mouth as you sit between his legs and play with his cock.

Will let you do it as long as you want, he can't tell what time it is anyways.

Cums like a fountain and keeps cumming ♡

Leaving you a little impressed when he's covered and your hands are sticky and Toyua is already sobbing for more.

He's so vunerable and needy how are you gonna not fuck his pretty little brains out like this ♡

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

"I'm a virgin." feat. Lucifer and Diavolo

Pairings: Lucifer x Female!Reader and Diavolo x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: no real smut, very fluffy and cute, lucifer is drunk tho, edgeline suggestive stuff

A/N: For virgins, from a virgin. my religion said no

Lucifer

After spending hours of fruitless tossing and turning in bed, trying to get warm beneath your piles of blankets, you finally gave up. Wrapping a cotton sheet around yourself, you dragged your shivering body from the bed and off to the room of the eldest brother.

If he was still awake, you would ask him why your room was so cold and how to fix it.

To your delight, dim lamplight glowed through the crevices in the door so you knocked softly. While you waited for a response, you detected soft music coming from inside and couldn't help the little smile you gave when you realized it was the vinyl you purchased for his birthday.

The door opened to reveal a sleepy and rather tipsy Lucifer; hair no longer perfectly slicked to one side, a gentle smile on his lips, a crystal glass on his ungloved hands, and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

"Good evening, love. It's a bit late, is something wrong?"

His voice was so low and soft... you wondered just how much demonus he had consumed since he'd stalked up to his room after movie night.

"Nothing terrible, just my room is super cold and I don't know why." You responded, "Is there a way to change that? Is there such thing as a thermostat in the devildom?"

Lucifer pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you, "You'll find it's warmer in here, darling. Come sit with me."

It was much warmer in his room...

Plus, drunk Lucifer seemed much more cuddly than the usual 'metal rod up my ass so far I can taste it' Lucifer and you knew this wasn't a reoccurring opportunity.

You weren't exactly in the mood for alcohol, so when Lucifer offered you a glass, you shook your head and to your surprise, he shrugged and tossed it back effortlessly and joined you on the bed; pulling your form up close to his chest, arms crossed over your stomach, and pressing light kisses to your exposed ears and neck.

You whimpered softly, nervousness mounting as his hands began to wander your body. You loved Lucifer, honestly! But... having never been intimate with someone and on top of that, the demon you wouldn't mind losing your v-card to being in his intoxicated state...

Nervous couldn't begin to describe your feelings at the moment.

Hands, calloused from writing and work, gently caressed your sides until they became more adventurous; reaching up to touch your soft breasts and you panicked.

Sitting up quickly, you pushed his hands off and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Something wrong, darling? I apologize if I crossed any boundaries... I'll admit I've had a few too many glasses of demonus this evening. Excuse my forwardness."

"O-Oh... No, it's okay Luci... I-I just got a little nervous because I... um... I've never done anything like this before and I don't want to disappoint you." You nursed at your bottom lip uncomfortably, veering around the dreaded statement as though it were deer in headlights.

A beat.

"Meaning...? I'm afraid you've lost me, dear MC." He sat up as well, eyeing you as gently as possible.

He's gonna make me say it, isn't he? He really did have too much demonus... ugh. You thought, taking a mental deep breath.

"I'm... I'm a virgin."

Lucifer blinked in surprise, "You kiss so well... I never would've guessed. That's not a problem, however, MC. I'm honored. We can wait for as long as you need."

You couldn't help but crack a blushy smile and throw yourself into his arms for a hug, knocking the dark-haired demon back into the pillows; his own arms trapping you firmly against his broad chest while your giggles spilled into the air.

"I'm afraid you're just so lovely, it's difficult to keep my hands off, much less my eyes," He murmurs, "It's especially difficult with so much demonus. You'll forgive me, won't you, love?"

"You don't need to apologize Luci, but you do need to fix my refrigerator of a bedroom before tomorrow night, okay?"

"Why ever would I do that when you could just sleep here with me?"

--

Diavolo

After sharing a lovely evening at Ristorante Six with the Demon Lord himself, the two of you had opted to walk home instead of getting a ride from Barbatos, as the nighttime air was so refreshing and anything was better when you were arm-in-muscular arm with such a demon as Diavolo.

Unfortunately, you were still a few minutes away from the castle when out of nowhere, a storm settled right over your area and started dumping sheets of water onto the city streets with only a crash of thunder and a terrifyingly large bolt of lightning to serenade its arrival.

Diavolo immediately wrapped you in his jacket and took you up into a bridal carry before taking off towards his home.

He'd be damned if he allowed you to catch a cold on one of the nights you got to spend together.

The pair of you made it home soaking wet and giggling, the water running off your clothes soiling the freshly cleaned carpet in the main hall and causing the butler to sigh softly before wordlessly setting off to find some towels.

You gave the butler a sincerely apologetic look before Diavolo thanked him for the towels, wrapped a few around you and then himself, before scooping you up and carrying you to his room.

Diavolo was still laughing as he placed you on an armchair as though you were made of china before going to his closet to find some fresh clothes.

You used tissues to wipe away any remnants of makeup that lingered after the sky-given shower on the run home before undoing the elaborate hairstyle Asmodeus had done and stripping down to your underwear.

You sat on the chair again to wait for Diavolo's return from his massive closet and opted to watch the storm from his windows, snuggling in one of the massive towels that still smelled of the Demon Prince's musk.

"Silk or some of the finest cotton in the devildom, MC?" Diavolo called from the depths of his closet.

"You don't want just me in a towel?" You joked.

Diavolo poked his crimson crowned head back into the bedroom, "Oh believe me I'd love that but Barbatos would find it rather inappropriate... I'm feeling like cotton this evening, more breathable and less stiff, wouldn't you say, my dove?"

You nod and Diavolo smiles, noting your precious sleepy features.

When he exited the closet, you were surprised to he was shirtless with mauve cotton pajama pants.

Surprised, but not at all disappointed.

Your eyes twinkled as you took in his breathtaking physique as he made his way over to you. He gently pulled the towel down so he could pull the collar over your head and push your hands through the armholes.

He picked you up again and brought you to the four-poster bed, where he set you on the comfortable mattress before rolling in next to you and pulling you close to him.

"You looked absolutely divine tonight." He murmured, stroking your hair, "It's such a treat to get to spend time with you, you know? I wish I'd made you live with me when you first arrived here. Those brothers get to spend every day with you... how lucky."

You pressed your forehead against his own knowingly.

"That's why I cherish all of our moments together Dia. I've never been happier than when I'm with you."

You buried your face in his chest and gave a satisfied sigh when you felt his lips connect with the crown of your head.

The following silence was so addictingly warm and mellow, you hardly noticed the fact that the prince was leisurely sucking hickeys into your neck until one fang scraped the skin a bit harshly and you gave a startled whine.

You knew where this was going and you would be lying if you didn't admit you were a little more than terrified.

Diavolo was a big man...

He stopped his ministrations to see what the problem was, afraid he'd overstepped boundaries. You just... your skin just smelled so nice... he couldn't resist.

"Forgive me, dove. Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern lacing his tone.

"N-No, you just surprised me is all." You shook your head, but Diavolo wasn't satisfied.

You were tense.

Afraid.

"MC, are you scared of me?"

"What? No! Diavolo, I-I... I'm not afraid of you I just saw where this was going and I got nervous cuz... well..." You looked away, a blush forming on your features before you muttered, "I'm a virgin."

"MC..."

"I-I hope that's not a problem... I just get a bit nervous with this stuff, I d-don't know where to begin and of course, it would be horrible if I disappointed you-"

Diavolo silenced your ramble with a kiss, wrapping you in a firm embrace before pulling away.

"Oh my sweet dove, that's not a problem at all. If anything, I'm honored." He brushed a few strands of hair from your crimson face before kissing you, again and again, hoping to comfort you and stop that trembling lip before it gave way to tears.

"I promise dove, this doesn't change anything. It only makes you more of my precious, fragile dove and that's not a problem at all."

Diavolo rubbed your back and gave you one last squeeze before climbing over top of you and caging you against the bed.

"Shall we change it now or later?"

"My lord, I brought some tea to prevent either of you from catching a-"

Diavolo scrambled off of you, the look of a child caught in the act of mischief on his face.

"...cold. My lord, is this a bad time?"

"N-No, not at all Barbatos. I... think some tea is just what we need."

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in conclusion, I want one

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