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persy-r-bozo · 1 month ago
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Sprites may look weirdly cute. but be Careful!
Fae flu Isn't treatable.
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darlinqintheocean · 29 days ago
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★ ─── yandere sagau.
𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄.
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𝕿𝗛𝗘 imposter was a florist.
Barbatos simply pushed that information far back within the confines of his mind, it wouldn't have served to sway his judgement anyways, because regardless of his divinity, he was but a servant when faced against a being higher than that of celestia.
He exists for the sole purpose of appeasing the creator, he will do well in bending to their will, to scramble for perfection at even a mere flick of their hand, and if that same hand demands the death of the mortal brave enough to usurp the creator right beneath their noses, then that is what shall happen.
But venti, was an entirely different tale.
He was a mere bard, who sang rhymes as old as time in a tavern filled with drunk rowdy men. Spending the hours of the late day drinking his sorrows away with his seventh glass of dandelion wine, he likes apples just as much as wine, and has a particular disdain for cats and slimy things.
He was not as mighty of a god as some may claim him to be, for what he held was not strength, but love. So much of it that he'd cut down terrains to make the lands more habitable for his people, granted everyone freedom above all else because he couldn't do the same for the very first person he knew had yearned for it.
Sometimes, he finds himself sitting at the hands of his own statue, a reflection of his status as an archon, even if the eyes that have been carved to look so kind were not his own. He still finds comfort in the way it reminded him of how he was once held as a small sprite.
Gentle.
Like the way you had gifted him dandelions upon learning of his habit to reminisce beneath the stars. You didn't say a word as he took them from you, but with the way you had looked at him so warmly, strangely apologetic for an event in his life that you weren't even around to witness, like you knew, somehow more than he did, and it was more than words could ever offer.
Yearning, healing, and growth.
But what is love to mindless devotion, anyways?
He used to watch you kneel over flower beds, harvesting the prettiest pairs of Cecilia's you could wrap around your fingers, just to neatly distribute them amongst the graves behind the church.
Freedom, honesty of heart, and immortality.
Your own silent way of telling them that they shall never be forgotten, immortal in the way they remain forever living within memories, free in the way they're no longer burdened by the hardships of being alive.
Venti believes you're the kindest soul Teyvat has ever gifted them.
But what is love to mindless devotion?
Now, he watches you kneel before a throne made of gold, with a face mirroring yours looking down upon you. Venti wonders why it's easier to look at you, he wonders why it's only now, that he realized you bore resemblance to the creator, he wonders why he's gripping onto the dandelions within his pocket, now wilted and dried, all in the ways he wishes they weren't.
You're still silent, neither a twitch nor tremble on your form as you took everything they give you, violence and all, with nothing but open arms. Your own silent way of saying their hatred will not be taken to heart.
Venti wishes you weren't that, silent. Somewhere within his conflicted heart, he wishes that before everything had come to this, before the creators descent had shackled you to the fate of death, you'd at least given him your name.
He'd recognize your looks blind from the way the winds seem to lovingly caress your hair, he'd know your voice deaf from the way you'd knowingly hum along his songs like you've heard it all before.
But he doesn't know your name.
As you await your fate by the blade in the creators hand, smiling so softly as if you weren't about to bleed out on the ground in mere seconds, all Venti could think was;
They look nothing alike.
Not in the way your features seem to drip with compassion and humanity, so soft in the way the petals which you harvest seem to be. Has the creator always looked so, vicious? With the way their eyes seemed to widen with pure madness, the grin on their lips was anything but kind, anything but the way the scriptures had once to describe them to be.
Loving.
What's loving about all this?
Having their acolytes stand in a line beside them, with an audience surrounding your shriveled form, chanting for a punishment he couldn't understand why you deserved.
Venti remembers the heavy atmosphere that once engulfed the air as an order was placed upon them to hunt you down and drag you back. He remembers being sick to his stomach as he watches the adeptus, xiao, step over your carefully planted garden with little care and demanded that you surrender yourself.
Venti remembers feeling angry at you for doing so willingly.
He wishes you'd at least put up a fight, he wishes you had at least turned to him for help, wishes he had given it.
Venti wishes for a lot of things.
But what is love to mindless devotion?
"You're a brave little thing."
The creator begins, cooing almost, as if talking to a child that had taken something they don't own, but every word was spiked with venom, so much so that despite them being directed at you, everyone else feels oddly poisoned.
"You've played a mockery out of me, did you enjoy every second of it?"
From the corner of his eye, Venti watches as Morax twitch. The only sign of doubt he was willing to show as the creator's most devoted acolyte, in comparison to him, whose hand, still gripping the dandelions within his fist, began to tremble.
Nahida wasn't here.
Morax tries to ignore what her absence could've been insinuating. He tries to ignore the way a feeling of revulsion ignites within him as he stands closest to the creator. But he wonders how long he could play blind to every cry Teyvat seemed to let out as every second of this goes on.
He knows better than to assume it's due to the creators foul mood, for does the sky mourn so deeply for mere anger? The soil beneath his feet grieves for something they have yet to lose, for someone─ his eyes briefly flicker to your knees, where grass strangely grow the softest, as if hoping to cushion your inevitable fall.
He lets his gaze wonder, from the darkening skies, to the wilting plants, all the way towards the crowd that surrounds them. Citizens from only four nations had came to watch the show, something that Zhongli knows is simply a threat hidden beneath the guise of justice being served, a warning.
Anyone who's willing to go against the creators claim to the highest of all thrones will be dealt with.
Yet three archons and their people remain absent, and the creator has yet to bat an eye to the obvious rejection of their existence.
Zhongli feels his finger twitch.
The chants ringing against his ears, grating and annoying.
Beelzebub remains stoic beside him.
"Don't worry, I'll grant you the mercy of sharing your final words." The creator sighed heavily, as if that mere decision took more than it did to take a life.
You remain silent, gaze wandering slowly, carefully, as if you were searching for something yet nothing at all. Kaeya, alone in the crowd without his brother there─ Diluc couldn't come, couldn't stand there without feeling as though he'll empty his organs out at the very sight of you hurt─ wonders exactly what it is you're looking for. It couldn't have been sympathy, you seemed so full of it already, why would you desire more, especially from these people?
He doesn't think you're looking for a savior either, perhaps it's been well over an hour since you've been brought there, forced to kneel on the dirty ground, submitting to everything the crowd would throw at you. Threats, curses and stones, all of it without much of a fuss.
If it was help you're looking for, you would've been begging for it from the start. Strange, you seemed almost resolved to accept your fate.
The calla lilies burn at his palms, he's gentle with the way he holds them, afraid that if he had held it even a tad bit firmer, it would crumble. Like how he feels as though if he removes his eyes from your form, you'd be gone in a blink. It doesn't matter if his eyes are stinging from dryness, or were they tears? Kaeya didn't wish to know, all he wanted was to engrave every edge of your existence in his memory if this shall be the last chance he'll ever get.
Most people aren't often aware of how much time they have with someone, he's anything but lucky, but to meet your eyes for the very last time, to receive that loving smile of yours despite the bruises on your skin, he feels like a star had fallen just for him.
His own to make a wish from, but what if what he wants is more time with you?
Your smile just turns all soft, the way he's familiar with it.
I'm sorry.
Huh, you seem to always know, don't you? Somehow it's as if you can speak to his soul, a language he was never familiar with yet know so fluently just to answer you.
I'm sorry too.
"Hm? Nothing at all? Fine then."
Upon your silence, the creator gestures to Morax, telling him to do the honors.
Venti feels his chest thud violently.
Ei sways in place, before stilling once more. Wondering what kind of honor is given from killing someone who'd remain innocent until the creator's arrival. Her mind wanders back to the carefully preserved flowers, Padisarah Orchids, hidden somewhere within her quarters. A gift from Yae who had claimed to have gotten it for free from a traveling florist.
She'd describe them as beautifully gentle in every way, like the very flower they carried with them.
Ei didn't know what other description would've fitted you so perfectly.
Purity, admiration and respect.
Everything she should've, but couldn't't feel for the creator.
You'd like Sakura petals, she couldn't help but think. It's color was as delicate as your soul, as beautiful as the smile you wore now despite the darkness which surrounds you. Ei was once like that, sinking into oblivion for what she believed was necessary, but she had hands to pull her back up.
You do not.
Ei was conflicted.
But love was small against mindless devotion, and Beelzebub couldn't have agreed less, yet regardless of her thoughts, she was still nothing more than a mere tool for the creator to puppet for their desires, no matter how selfish.
If that were true, why do you tremble so, Ei?
She chooses to look away.
Furina though, felt hopeless. She regretted not taking Neuvillette's offer to attend in her place. She knew that if it were him standing before such injustice, he would've done something, would've spoken up to defend the innocent soul being painted a villain right before her very eyes.
She was an archon yes, but ultimately powerless against gods who have lived far longer than she had, known more than she ever could. Because alas, the curse of immortality did not make her any less human.
500 years did not make her wiser nor stronger, perhaps all it ever did was remind her of the loneliness she had endured. The pain of being left in the dark, of playing a role she did not want. She was given a script with no context and was told to do what she must.
Was it the same for you? She wonders. Were you given the gift of life as well, to experience the beauty of time and the end of it, but with the consequences of something as simple as existing?
Furina knew better than to scorn you for the sin the creator had claimed you've committed. For she knew that at times, you aren't given the chance to write your own fate. Sometimes, the pen dances along your pages for you, leaving you to slip on leftover ink.
Furina remains silent, the heavy mask she put on as an obedient acolyte was slipping ever so slightly.
Don't look at her like that.
Like you see right through the cracks and love her anyways.
Zhongli approaches you with a spear held loosely within his hand, hoping if he'd wished enough, it'll slip through his fingers and everyone would simply call it a day. But things don't exactly work out that way.
Zhongli wishes, that instead of the warm eyes you fix on him, it was a glare instead, as vicious as the ones being directed at you, because then maybe, it would've made it easier to point the the sharp part of the weapon against your chest, right above where your heart hid, but not really.
It's almost as if your heart was glowing, in a way, he supposes that's what people would describe as wearing your heart on your sleeve. He could almost feel it beat if he focuses hard enough, in fact, if everyone would just shut up for a moment, he bets he can hear the way it thuds against your ribs so calmly, easing away his worries.
Zhongli had never envied a mortal more than he did now, he wonders what it feels to be like you, does your soul find it easy to rest when night falls unlike he? Unburdened by the decisions he had to make for the better and worst? Is your skin as warm as the expression you give him now?
You still haven't spoken a word.
And for a moment, he finds himself envying flowers, as childish as it was. For they know the sound of your voice, they're familiar with the touch of your hands, they're aware of every single one of your doings, and Zhongli wishes they were anything but good. Because then maybe, maybe, sinking a blade to your heart and depriving it of life would be easier to do.
He doesn't want to, truly.
But Morax, despite his divinity, is a servant through and through. For his people, for order, and for the creator, and they, had grown impatient.
"Ugh, enough of this. Kill them." Venomous, like every fiber of their being knew nothing of gentleness, not like how you seemed to drip with nothing but that. The crowd is silenced with fear, and Zhongli, despite himself, raises the weapon in his hand.
And at the same moment as you finally spoke, Morax hurls it into your flesh with eyes closed.
"Why do you smell like hyacinth?"
And oh, your voice was so fucking small. Barely a whisper against Zhongli's ear and his eyes shot open, trembling upon the sight he was met with. Your kneeling form, unable to fall with the way the spear has gone through your chest, all the way through the middle and back out, embedding itself on the ground, prompting you up like some kind of doll made for a circus attraction.
Nobody could cheer, they could not find it in themselves to do so, as they watched you bleed, crimson liquid, as warm as the sun, dripping down the handle of the weapon, slowly, almost hauntingly. They're once again reminded of their humanity as they see the light fade from your very eyes.
Then, a clap. Alone in the silence, the creator laughs in glee at the sight, and nobody else could recall why they were cheering in the first place. This was supposed to be a well deserved punishment no? For daring to usurp the creator, for daring to, what? Sell flowers while they wore the face of a being that holds power over them all?
Zhongli is sick to his stomach.
There's no boom, no light that sparks or any kind of darkness vanishing upon your death, there's only silence. Loud, ringing, he briefly questions what he's done.
Why do you smell like hyacinth?
Hyacinth? Ah, yes. He's familiar with that kind of plant, they're associated with rebirth and deep love. Known for their gorgeous visual appeal, they're mostly popular in spring with a very distinct fragrance.
But Zhongli knows better than to assume that's what you meant.
No.
Why do you smell like sorrow?
Yeah, that makes much more sense. Zhongli smells of deep regret, before he even took a life that was not his to take, he smelled of a deep desire to grieve. That's what purple Hyacinth symbolizes, right?
He remembers now, the day Hu tao had come back to the parlor with hundreds of Hyacinths within her arms, a mix of purples, blues and whites. Upon being asked where she got them, she spoke of a traveling florist, who offered them to her as a gift to the dead. She rambled on about how strangely endearing this person was, how eager they seemed to be to share their knowledge of flowers.
The white ones are purity, but they can also represent prayers for a loved one.
The blue ones were as simple as something tied to sincere care.
Zhongli represents purple ones.
I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
A violet cry was heard behind him, as violent as the winds became as Venti raised a weapon against the creator. Gasp and shouts could be heard, but Zhongli pays them no mind, eyes trained on your unmoving form, focused on the regret he feels, on the apologies he cannot push out with his tongue, distracted with the way something shines against his eyes.
Gold.
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :
Woah, that was ass.
And for anyone who's wondering, yeah I pulled those flower meanings out of my ass. Not literally tho, I just searched them and used the first thing I saw, don't come for me/hj
Also each of the characters inner monologues or, whatever you call them is my own interpretation of them, may or may not be cannon, I honestly wasn't trying to make them accurate, this was just for fun so don't come for me for that as well/srs
There will be multiple parts to this if I ever get motivation, mwah.
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago
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Lips Like Sugar
Summary:  Ari only had one choice, and you were made for him.  
Pairings:  Fae King!Ari Levinson X Fae!Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, faerie curses, size kink, objectification, being held in captivity, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  2.2K
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Looking up at the moon, the old hag continues her journey through the dense forest.  Things were almost ripe.  They were finally aligning.  Her feet trudge through the damp fallen leaves, creating an eerie stomp and drag.  While everyone else was celebrating the Summer King’s birthday, she was completing her life’s work.  
No longer will she be overlooked as a crazy loon.  Her grandmother had set a beautiful plan into motion, and it was nearly complete.  This was the last blood moon before you were ready.  
Bending over the creek side, she drops a crystal into the dark water, before scooping up a bit of liquid, and begins her trek back to her cottage.  You would be ready, and you would be his undoing.  Perfectly formed and bred to be his greatest weakness.  Someone he couldn’t say no to.
Hearing the creek of the door, you scurry back in your cage.  Eyes shimmering as you look up at her, “You’re almost ready my sweet nymph.  Drink it.”
“No,” you whine, shaking your head.  “I don’t want to.  He’ll hurt me.”
“He won’t hurt you.  Sure he’s a king, and you are such a small little nymph, but this is what you were designed for.  Drink it.”
“I don’t want to,” you whisper, pulling your knees up to your chest.  “Don’t make me do this.”
“It’s already done, my child.  By the time the sun comes up the king will be so drunk off summer wine, and human pussy he won’t even think straight.  All you need to do is be seen.  I assure you, Ari will take care of the rest.  He doesn’t have a choice.  He’ll know.  Drink.  It.”
“Please, don’t make me do this.”
“It’s already done,” she croaks out as her hand slips through your cage.  “Don’t you want to get out of here?  Live in the sun?  There are worse faerie kings that could be fucking you.”
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“Ari,” a squeaky voice screams in his ear.  Ari’s naked body rolls over on the bed, groaning.  “Ari!  It’s the first day of summer!”
“I know.  I’m summer embodiment,” he pulls his covers up around his face as a few bodies clamor out of his bed.  “Nothing happened.”
“Nothing is going to happen.  They are human.  They can’t change anything.  Get out,” Ari smacks at the little sprite, but he still stands there.  “Ari, it is my duty to get the king out on the first day of summer.  It is your job to be seen, and this birthday is different.”
“Yes, a cruel and unusual curse,” Ari sits up in his bed, glaring at the sprite.  His little friend hands him a pair of pants to cover himself up, but Ari walks over to the window completely nude.  “I will die today if I don’t fuck the right faerie.  Sounds like a fair trade off.”
“Yes, and you’ve made sure to stick your cock in every living thing in the glade.”
“And still this mysterious curse looms over my head.  I am to believe that pussy will be my downfall.  I have literally fucked every fae in Collingswood, and still my sun mark hasn’t fully filled in.  The only fae I haven’t fucked is you, Pip.”
“Oh.  No.  No, I don’t think my ass is your ticket to fully becoming summer.  I think that you need to listen to the curse.  You are to go by the creek bed.  Let her come to you.  And then…”
“Make her come on me.  Over and over again.  Isn’t that what I do?  Stretch them out, ruin them for other cock, and selfishly send them back to the human realm always longing for the golden cock of summer?” Pip rolls his eyes, starting to walk out of Ari’s sleeping quarters.  Ari ever the arrogant asshole.
“You always were full of yourself.”
“Humans were always addicted to me.”
“Because they’re human.  You’re not special.  They can be addicted to anyone of us.  The one to save you is not a human.  That is something you know.  Fine, lay in here, and drown in your covers.  Die on your birthday while Fala takes charge of the glade.  It’s what I would do if I were a coward.  Imagine being scared to fuck someone,” Pip slams the door to Ari’s room, and the fae king looks at his discarded pants.
He wasn’t scared.  He was tired.  Who knew that sex for thousands of years could make one tired.  Grunting, he grabs up his bottoms, and walks out into the forest.  By the creek he would wait.
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Ari tosses a rock into the creek before laying back down on the mossy ground.  This was boring.  This would be his deathbed.  Right by the water.  Everyone would know that he didn’t rise to his full capacity, and died because of some ridiculous curse.  A curse that didn’t even make sense.
A twinkle of a giggle has him jolting up quickly, and there you are, sitting on a rock, bathing in the creek.  Your laughter was like music, and your skin glimmered in the sunlight.  “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before,” he calls out to you.
Taking a deep gulp, you look back to the water, “You wouldn’t,” no one but Fala and her family had ever seen you.
Ari had never seen anyone more beautiful than you.  The embodiment of sexual desire.  Much smaller than his normal fae of choice.  The way he could have you twisted, and manipulated to suit his sexual needs has his head spinning.  And your wings were intact.  No fraying on the edges.  “You don’t travel much?”
“No,” even the simplest of words had your voice ringing in his ear like that most beautiful symphony, and he finds his body pulling him closer to you.  
“Where did you come from?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” he didn’t even care where you came from.  Every part of his body was begging to have you.  It needed you.  “Who are you?”
“The King of Summer,” you didn’t even seem impressed, and didn’t reach for his hand as he tries to pull you out of the water.  “I can command you to do anything.”
“I wish you wouldn’t,” you have never been given a choice of the matter.  Everything you did was because someone wanted you to.  He could command you by more than words.  Ari was gigantic.  Towering over you.  Thick cords of muscle over every inch of him.  You squeeze your thighs together, dreading the inevitable.  Your body ached, and craved him, and it was preparing itself to take his wide self.  
“What is your name?”
“You can call me, Nymph.”
“That is your title.  And you wear it well,” his eyes trace over every inch of your curves.  While he embodied summer, you were the epitome of sexual desire.  “What is your name?”
“I’m the only Nymph in the glade.  You can call me what my maker did.  Nymph,” Ari blows out a puff of air, and you whimper.  Having to look away from him quickly.  
“What’s wrong, Nymph?”
“It hurts,” you struggle to breathe as your arms wrap around your stomach.  “Please?” This isn’t at all what you thought it would feel like.  You had lived your whole life in a cage, knowing that you were created to be Ari’s cocksleeve.  What had once disgusted you, now was needing Ari.  Your body screams for his touch, but your brain doesn't want to ruin someone’s life.
“Please, my King,” Ari’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the sound of your pitiful voice.  He didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for.  Tiny little thing, shivering in the freezing creek, and needing her king.  “Ari, it hurts.”
“What hurts?” You point between your legs, and Ari’s mouth turns up in a crooked grin.  It was you.  The one that would allow him to fully be summer.  To hold the entire light of summer in his body.  “Oh, sweet Nymph, what would make you feel better?”
“I think…ow,” holding your stomach tighter, you have to look away from him.  There was only one thing that would take away this pain, and it was the one thing you swore you would never do.  “Ow…Ari!”
He didn’t even recognize that he had never even given you his name.  He was just as needy for you as you are for him.  Watching as your body starts grinding on the rock, trying to get a relief that will only come by his touch.  “Ari!”
“You have to tell me what you need,” he is mesmerized watching your desperate little body.  Trying to put into words what you are feeling.  Whether the pain was too much or you are too embarrassed he didn’t know.  You scream out his name again, spreading your legs apart, and it’s then he realizes that your hair was the only thing covering yourself from him.
He couldn’t think straight.  Didn’t realize that this was indeed a trap to lure him to you.  Couldn’t fathom how this seemed so perfectly placed.  But your tight little virgin cunt was trembling.  “Nymph?”
“I need you.  Need you to…don’t hurt me though.”
“What was that?  I think you forgot some words,” Ari is an experienced man, and judging by the giant bulge in his pants, he was going to destroy you.  “Nymph I need you to…”
“Fuck me!  Fuck away this pain!”
Pushing his pants down, his thick member springs to life.  Veiny and leaking precum, and you screech.  It was going to hurt.  His tremendous hands grab your legs and arms at the same time.  Keeping you unable to move or get away if you wanted to.  And you did not.  He stares at your weeping cunt, bringing you right up to his face as he watches your core throb and plead for relief.
“That is a tight little cunt.  Are you a virgin?” He asks, licking up your slit.  The sweetest dessert was right in between your thighs.
“Yes,” you whimper.  There was no way to get comfortable.  Ari was going to have you however he wanted.  He spits at your opening, bringing you down to his waist.  “It’s going to hurt.”
“Yes, my sweet, Nymph.  It’s going to hurt a great deal.  But don’t worry, I always make it fit.  But if the curse is correct, that tight little hole was made just for my enjoyment.  You’ll get used to it.”
“Get used to being used.”
“Exactly,” he moans, starting to press your channel over his tip.  “You’re mine.  Say it.  You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” your voice shakes as he pushes through your entrance.  You hiss.  It hurt, but the relief was immediate.  Warmth moves through your body, as he lowers you over him.  Gaping your hole wide before your balls deep, and chirping at the sensation.  “Ahh!” A cry of pleasured pain echoes through the forest.  
Ari stares at where the two of you connect, grunting at just how good your tiny little self took him.  A tunneled bump on your stomach showing exactly where he was deeply rooted in you.  “Holy fuck,” he pants out.  Power fills him up as the comfort flows through your veins.
You stare at his chest as his sun mark starts to deepen.  “Fuck.  Me,” he had to finish it.  He couldn’t just stand there, holding you on his cock like you were some ornament for his dick.  
“Use.  Me,” he is frozen.  Allowing his body to be taken by summer, but also by you.  His pretty little nymph.  He wouldn’t be dying.  Not today.
“I’m.  Yours,” you mewl, and his eyes snap back into focus.  “Ari, I’m yours.”
He lifts your body off before slamming you over his cock.  Using you as a personal sex toy.  He could throw you, and lift you like you were the weight of a leaf.  Tiny in comparison to him.  His motions are hard and fast, and you have never felt more satisfied.  Your life’s work was complete as he makes you go dumb with pleasure.
“That’s right!  I’m the fucking king!  This is my pussy!  Mine!” He screams to whatever fae is around.  Everyone had seen him fucking before, but never you.  Never saw his body gulp the warmth of summer in its veins.  Had never witnessed a man become weak over a woman like this.  
“Mine!” He grunts out, eyes on yours.  “Mine!” He is possessive.  Letting the forest know you only belonged to him.  You are the reason that he was coming into power.  “Mine!”
He still wasn’t saying the words, and you fear you will be nothing more than wet skin for him.  “My Queen!” And there it was.
Fala’s haunting words whisper into your mind as euphoria overtakes your body, “It’s simple really.  I control you.  I am your maker.  Ari controls you, he is your king.  But…should you become Queen, he has a weakness.  I then control you both.  And I will get my revenge.”
“Ari!  Ari!” You scream into the woods as your eyes go blank.  Nothing had ever felt better.  Nothing will ever feel better.  You were his.  And he is yours.  Ari growls up to the canopy as he empties his load into your stretched hole.  His cream starts leaking down his thighs because your body just couldn’t handle anymore.  Just not now.  He still had some stretching to you.
“I control you both,” Fala whispers as she heads back to her cottage.  “I control them both.”
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svthub · 2 years ago
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The Story of Pink Eros ~ A Valentine's Day Collab
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Welcome to the Pink Eros bookstore! Browse our collection of romance stories, or find something sweet for your lover...
This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.
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The Story of... Seungcheol A Witches Apothecary: For All Your Desires and Needs by @duhnova
Genre: NSFW - smut, established relationship, supernatural/witch au, light fluff, hint of angst Synopsis: when your boyfriend told you to read the labels on the bottles carefully you should’ve listened, because what was suppose to be a relaxing night of you messaging all the tension away turned to him being in even more pain that only you could fix.
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The Story of... Jeonghan Always Been You by @darlingvernon
Genre: NSFW - smut, royalty au, arranged marriage au Synopsis: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything
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The Story of... Wonwoo Love Hotel (your body is a wonderland) by @wonuhour
Genre: NSFW - smut Synopsis: Wonwoo finally got a reservation at the love hotel. It's only for couples on valentine's day and it's a surprise for you. Also what you don't know is what the hotel is really about, besides being romantic. In the end you can't get enough.
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The Story of... Jihoon Dear Valentine by @idyllic-ghost
Genre: SFW, fluff, romance, rivals/friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, college au Synopsis: valentine’s day is approaching fast, and your university is set to celebrate it well. a group of students calling themselves the pink eros group has created a website for other students to send anonymous love letters to a random match. you and your friend, jihoon, find it stupid and a waste of time… but in secret, you decide to create an account. it’s not like a love letter to a stranger can change anything, right?
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The Story of... Minghao Strange Love by @wonwussy
Genre: NSFW - smut, some fluff, some angst Synopsis: To everyone else, you and Minghao don’t make sense. To you two? It makes all the sense in the world.
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The Story of... Mingyu King of Hearts & Nerdy Love by @strawberryya
Genre: NSFW - smut, fluff, romance, college au Synopsis: How can valentine's at the library be romantic? Was what you asked, stupidly enough, not knowing this would become the ultimate challenge for the hopeless romantic that was your boyfriend.
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The Story of... Seungkwan 1-800-CUPID by @drunk-on-dk
Genre: NSFW - smut, fluff/romance, slice of life, old friends to lovers Synopsis: Nothing could have ever prepared you to reunite with Boo Seungkwan over a desperate, wine-induced call to 1-800-CUPID late one night. Seungkwan was always known for being a jack-of-all-trades and meddler during your time spent as his friend at university, so hearing his cherubic voice over the love advice hotline wasn’t so shocking. Fortunately for you, Seungkwan’s sprite attitude is exactly what you need in your post-grad, loveless life. However, what will you do when he begins to surpass what the hotline has to offer and meddles with your heart instead?
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writtenbygracewilliams · 9 days ago
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Obligated, character drink orders
I was re reading pt 26 of obligated, aka El and Frankie’s birthday night out, and El says she wants more daiquiri’s so I’m thinking about what each characters drink of choice is. Without further ado,
Francesca: she’s a wine drinker, prefers white or pink to red. She’s not picky, but would order a fruit forward rosé for herself. If she’s really lashing out she’ll drink an aperol or limoncello spritz. She doesn’t hold her alcohol well, is noticeably tipsy from drink one, but because of this she doesn’t drink much at once and rarely gets drunk.
Michaela: scotch whiskey, it’s patriotic after all. She’s a snob about it, but she’s very self aware and knows she’s obnoxious about it. Unclear if she holds her alcohol well because she drinks it quite slow, so it might look like she was constantly drinking but she probably only had two or three all night.
Philip: gin and tonic, and it’s impossible to tell when he’s drunk because he’s a little bit insane at all times.
Cressida: margaritas in summer and martinis in winter, and if this doesn’t make sense to you I can’t explain it. She holds her alcohol quite well.
Edwina: she’s here for a good time not a long time and will drink whatever you give her. She’d order vodka and lemonade (sprite), or really vodka with any soft drink (fizzy drink/soda), for herself or any fun sweet cocktail. Doesn’t hold her alcohol well, but she’s a friendly cuddly drunk so no one cares.
Eloise: daiquiris, doesn’t discriminate between frozen/blended or regular. Loves a classic strawberry. Also doesn’t mind a fruity red wine like a Sangiovese or Pinot Noir. She can hold her alcohol moderately well.
Penelope: red wine, pretty much anything, and also really loves sangria. Holds her alcohol well, but that is partly attributed to not drinking spirits.
Daphne: espresso martini or mimosas, or any good wine (faves include Pinot Gris for white and any full bodied red such as duriff, cab sav or Nebbiolo). Holds her alcohol terribly, as discussed.
Kate: loves a good cider, her cocktail of choice is something like a mojito or piña colada (any time or place). Anthony says she doesn’t hold her alcohol well, and Edwina backs him up on this, but no one really believes them because Kate doesn’t drink much.
Hyacinth: she’s a teenager she’ll drink anything. Cocktail of choice is a Long Island iced tea (don’t tell Violet) and everyone is concerned about it. Like Philip but ten times worse, she’s always insane so no one ever really knows when she’s drunk.
Sophie: loves Prosecco, champagne, brut, anything sparkling, and can drink it like it’s water. On the one hand she parties and gets drunk, but also she drinks two bottles of bubbles in under three hours. So is she holding her alcohol well? Maybe, but she’s drinking so much so fast it’s hard to tell.
More Obligated extras to come, feel free to let me know what you think the other character’s might drink. I’m curious your thoughts.
–GW xo
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ringingfromthefuture · 2 months ago
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(idk if I’ve said this but wine is. Almost always drunk. It perpetually holds a glass of wine in its hand like bunny in all of his sprites…)
ha- yeah I feel that…
this stuff is good though.. jeez..
*it hands him the bottle before leaning its head on his shoulder*
-🍷
“Mhm..”
He poured a but more into his speaker, tail wrapping around Wine.
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sickly-qt · 1 year ago
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Okay I just found your acc and I’m obsessed with drew! Do you think you could write something where she gets pretty drunk to the point of throwing up and she is so out of it she lets Finn see her? No pressure :)
wowowow, look at me, answering an ask for the first time in forever. I am trying my best lol. This is kind of important in terms of different characters becoming acquaintances but otherwise it's just shameless emeto. This also takes place a little while back when Drew and Finn had been dating for less than a year, presently they've been together for almost 2 :)
Enjoy! I'm sorry if i'm a bit rusty
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Work events with an open bar always mystified Drew. She never really understood why an employer would encourage drinking to excess… or at the very least tempting their employees to drink to excess. These were the thoughts running through her mind as she picked up her glass and walked away from the bar, sipping on what must’ve been her third double vodka sprite of the night. She knew that she should probably slow down, the anxiety of being at one of Finn’s work banquets washing away with every glass of wine over dinner. Her head felt airy and conversation was coming easy and she was actually having a better time than she thought she would’ve, probably too good of a time if she were being honest. 
Drew was surprised when Finn had asked her to go with to be his plus one to his work event. Sure, they had been dating for around 7 months and they were basically living together, but things like this really cemented that they were serious in a weird way. He wanted to be seen with her in front of his coworkers as well as the new company that had just partnered with the company Finn helped run.
“Hey, Drew! Come and meet my new partner.” Finn called, grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowd. Everything went by her in a blur and made her dizzy, this is when it really settled in that she was undeniably drunk. They came to a stop in front of another surprisingly young couple. A tall blonde man who looked a little intense and a woman with reddish hair and brown eyes smiled at her kindly. Drew was just focused on seeming sober, and feeling like she was failing miserably. 
“This is my partner, Drew. Drew, this is one of the heads of the company we just partnered with, Remington Paxton and his partner Mila.” Finn introduced them all.
“Hi it’s very nice to meet you, and you can both just call me Remy.” the man responded, holding out his hand. He was almost alarmingly clean cut in the most crisp, and probably most expensive suit Drew had probably ever seen. Mila, on the other hand, seemed a lot more laid back in a simple blue tea length dress and beautiful silver heels, she looked like an auburn cinderella. 
“It’s nice to meet you both as well.” Drew said, shaking both of their hands and then promptly zoning out as Finn and Remy launched into a conversation about PR and advertising. She had a very loose idea of what Finn did at work in the first place and at this point Drew could barely wrap her mind around what she had to do the next day let alone how different PR tactics can be used to benefit marketing and advertising. 
“I never really know what he’s talking about once he gets going.” Mila said, taking a sip of her champagne. “I just smile and nod.”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” Drew smiled, not really in the mood to conversate. She was starting to feel woozy and a little nauseous. All of the anxiety from before her second glass of wine, rushing back. Suddenly, the elegant ballroom felt stuffy and her dress felt too constricting, and she was really warm. She heard Mila start to say something else but Drew couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, everything was spinning and she felt lightheaded. 
“Excuse me. I’m so sorry I need to get some air.” Drew mumbled, sitting her drink down on the nearest table and rushing away. She had intended to actually do exactly that but on her way to the door nausea hit her like a brick wall and she gagged harshly into her hand. Drew quickly detoured to the bathroom, grateful that the unisex bathroom was open and she wasn’t about to be sick in a stall. She had barely gotten the door locked behind her before vomit rocketed up her throat, spraying through her fingers and dripping down her arm. She barely had any time to throw the toilet seat up before she gagged again, her dinner coming up in violent waves.
She steadied herself on the back of the toilet, her other hand gripping her stomach and she took a couple breaths. A knock at the door caused her to jump.
“Drew, it’s me. Are you alright?” It was Finn. 
Drew swallowed and flushed the toilet, walking over to the sink to wash her hands. She was a complete mess, vomit in her hair and down the front of her dress. The sight made her gag again. What was worse was the trail of sick across the floor and on the back of the toilet. “Fuck.” She whispered before unlocking the door and letting Finn in.
“Oh fuck.” Finn mumbled, seeing the state of his girlfriend and the bathroom.
“I’m so sorry.” Drew sniffled, drunk and emotional. 
“It’s okay babe. Uhm… let’s get you cleaned up a little and then we can let an attendant know that someone got sick in the bathroom and then we can go home, okay?” Finn had grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning the puke out of her hair.
“I’m gonna throw up again.” Drew whined, feeling sick and now embarrassed. She covered her mouth with her hand before bending over the toilet again and gagging.
“Okay, okay. Just get it out.” Finn stood behind her, holding her hair out of her face and rubbing her back as all of the wine and vodka sprites came back up in a disgusting slurry. 
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Drew said, out of breath. She stood up straight and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths before a burp rumbled up her chest, sending her back over the toilet although nothing came up.
“Shh, no more apologizing okay?” Finn reached around her and flushed the toilet, still rubbing her back. “Are you done for now?”
“I think so.” Drew mumbled, blowing her nose with some toilet paper. “I’m sorry you had to see that, I feel so disgusting.”
“A little vomit isn’t going to scare me away, Drew. I love you, and I still love you after seeing you be a puke geyser.” He wet some toilet paper and tried his best to clean up the front of her dress.
“Thanks… I love you too…”
“Let's get you home my love.”
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st0rmyskies · 1 year ago
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What kind of drunks are each of the boys?? Who is out here getting the sloppiest (pls include champion)
Twilight is the one to let go the most among the group, honestly. He'll sing karaoke, he'll dance without his shirt on, he'll arm wrestle that dickhead Groose who bugs Sky when they run into each other at the bar. The freedom of being away from home and being out with his friends goes to his head every time.
Wild would always get louder and happier the more he drank. He's a giggly drunk, and a clingy one, too. He'd usually be hanging on someone's arm by the end of the night, either Twilight's or Legend's most of the time.
Champion avoids drinking at all costs. He does NOT like feeling like he isn't in control of his mind and body. He'll order one beer and nurse it throughout the night, then switch to sprite but ask for a straw and a slice of lime to call it a gin and tonic.
Sky is the angry drunk. He becomes more alert the more he drinks, and he's constantly watching out for the others. He's the first to step in when it seems like there's trouble, and he's not above throwing hands when it comes down to it. Sky won't start a fight but he will damn sure end it.
Warriors is the Antagonist. He's egging the others on to do more shots, to try and get someone's number, to divulge secrets that maybe they otherwise wouldn't. He just loves pushing other people's buttons. Gods forbid you try to get any information out of him, though.
Legend is our depressed drunk. He gets more snappy and shitty than usual, and he's definitely getting shouty with Wars more often than not, but when left to his own devices he's going to curl up in a quiet corner of the bar and brood.
Hyrule is the asleep drunk. Get half a beer in him and he's yawning and fading in ten minutes.
Four, like Champion, doesn't really like losing control of himself for any reason. When he does feel comfortable enough to get a lil tipsy, he's the drunk who likes solving puzzles and posing intellectual questions to get the rest of the party having an existential crisis.
Wind gets more foul-mouthed and crass the more he drinks. He, like Twilight, will let himself go and actually be more friendly and talkative and approachable when drunk. He's also prone to starting shit, so him and Wars are annoying to be drunk with together.
Time drinks once a year, having a glass of wine at Solstice. That's it.
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dandelion-wings · 1 year ago
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I have no explanation except brainrot, and wanting to write something light after a long and unpleasant day. This is very mildly spicy, maybe? But only a couple of lines and those entirely by allusion.
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Edit: now posted on AO3.
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The next day, Eula will blame the wine. Not for *her* behavior, she'll protest, indignant, even knowing that she'd been well past tipsy herself. But for Kaeya's, certainly. He's been drinking all evening, she's watched him do it, and surely he wouldn't have asked her to dance if he hadn't been drunk.
Like many of Mondstadt's festivals, song and drink and dance are all wound together, and they've been going on all day and into the evening by now. Eula had been on duty earlier in the day, but she's off it now; she's a bit disgruntled that Amber had relieved her and she won't have her company. Amber always dances with her when she asks. No one else in Mondstadt will take her for the partnered dances except Jean and sometimes Lisa, who are busy tag-teaming a Fatui diplomat who is clearly, and justly, dazzled by Lisa's concentrated attention and thus off her guard for Jean.
Eula isn't afraid to dance alone, when it's one where the steps allow. She'll hold her head high and hoist her pride like a banner as she moves amid the other dancers. But whether she shows it or not, their hostile stares have been wearing her down, and now that it's dark enough that her retreat won't be noticed as such, she's retreated to the edge of the Cathedral plaza and found herself some wine.
The dance coming up, though, is one that she particularly loves. She stares mournfully out at the crowd as the music changes, contemplating whether she can bear stepping out on her own one more time. If she hadn't had three glasses by now, the answer might be yes, but the wine, as always, has made her self-pitying. She glances towards Jean and Lisa, then quickly away when she sees the Fatuus giggling behind her hand at something one of them had said. No, she'll get another glass and sit this one out.
"Ah, here we go," a familiar voice drawls behind her.
Eula stiffens, turning to take whatever sly comment Kaeya has to make on the chin.
He smiles at her, that smug, self-satisfied smile that means he's plotting something, and holds out a hand. "I was just looking for a partner. Care to dance?"
She should say no. But the opening strains of the song have begun, and the spritely notes make her feet itch. He's still holding his hand out. It feels almost like a challenge. Eula takes it.
Wineglass forgotten behind her, she pulls him out into the crowd, swinging naturally into the rhythm of the music. Kaeya is a beat behind her, with the loose-limbed openness that means he's far more drunk than she, but he hurries gamely to catch up and match her step. At first she watches him closely, unsure if he knows quite the same steps as she--but, obnoxious drunkard or not, he *was* raised in a noble household. He matches her in the graceful rotation of a ballroom, instead of the overenthusiastic swinging-about that half the dancers around them are doing to their equally exuberant partners.
Not that he's as restrained as he should be. As usual, he's determined to overperform. An extra flourish to each gesture towards her, a wider side-step and a more dramatic spin when it's his turn to whirl her about, and his gaze flicking over her shoulder towards where Jean and Lisa and the Fatuus stand on the Cathedral steps.... *Ah*. Of course he'd only step out with her so that he could turn it into a display.
Irritated, Eula grasps his wrist tight the next time she's meant to spin him and pulls him in closer, to where he *should* be. He stumbles a little in her grasp, eye going wide.
"If you're going to ask me to dance, I expect you to know the steps and keep to them."
"Oh? What's wrong with showing off a little?"
"It's *untidy*," Eula says, groping for a word that succinctly describes the unsteady, gut-lurching feeling of being dragged out of sequence, the whole dance suddenly off-step, and failing to find one. Seeing him start to smirk at what she knows sounds an overblown complaint, she adds, sharply, "You won't be going home with Jean tonight, regardless."
"I don't know about that. Lisa does like to have someone else there to help her with a Superconduct now and then."
Eula's face goes hot, the moreso because he's right, and the drink still buzzing through her makes her own memories of that rise to mind far too easily. What renders the enemy more vulnerable to her blade in battle can render Jean vulnerable to much more pleasant forces, if they're both restrained about it, and Eula prides herself on her restraint. The way Jean sounds when her every nerve is lit up under their touch is enticing enough to put up with taking Lisa's directions in the matter.
"You're not the only one who can help her with *that*."
She tightens her grip on him as they come to another spin, holding him in place even as he turns her, so that he can't add another overblown flourish to what should be an elegant motion. If that's his goal, if he was trying to use her as his prop to accomplish it, she can at least put herself in the running for the same privilege. She *knows* she's a better dancer at him, when the dance is done to form.
He does try to add that flourish, and stumbles again when her grip stops him, pulling against her. For a moment Eula thinks this is going to turn into a fight. Then he chuckles and stops resisting. Leans into her, even, pressing almost indecently close.
"No," he says soft into her ear, wine heavy on his breath. "There is something else they both like, though, and that's to watch."
Now he moves with her, fluid and still a little clumsy from the wine, letting Eula keep him fenced into the strict lines of the formal dance. Which means that now she's doing most of the work. Eula would castigate him for it, but her thoughts are spinning, trying to peel apart his words. He must be talking about the dance, admitting that for all his attempts at display, they look better working together, moving properly. But the way he's pressed up against her, the tingle of wine in her blood, the memory of Jean watching breathless or Lisa looking smug as she pulls the other close and presses their lips together, is making her shiver in ways he surely didn't intend.
*Surely.*
Not as more than teasing. Flustering her is one of his favorite things to do.
The thought is still fluttering in her stomach, though, as the song approaches its end. Eula would have felt him shift his weight anyway, she's sure of it, so busy watching him for one more unauthorized flourish, but maybe it is that surely-unintended innuendo that makes her realize exactly what he's going to do. Or going to try. Eula is rather heavier than most people expect; those who don't wield a claymore persistently fail to realize just how much muscle is needed to heft one overhead, or how much that muscle weighs. She doesn't care to be dumped on her head by a clumsy, drunken attempt to dip her, as the more popular form of this dance usually ends.
Shifting her grip from his wrist to his hand, catching him around the waist with the other, she pulls him a step into her, throwing him off-balance. In that unsteady moment she tips *him* back, instead, calculating his weight and her effort exactly even with the wine clouding her head. Eula bows forward to follow him down, faces close, taking a petty satisfaction in how wide his eye has gone. She doesn't mean to kiss him.
But in the corner of her eye she can see two figures on the steps off to her left, the Fatuus gone from their company, both watching. She leans in the last inch to capture his mouth.
Kaeya makes a startled noise, almost lost under the last trill of the lyres, and his lips part beneath her own. Eula hadn't meant that, either, but she's not going to hesitate when her opponent gives ground. Arm tight around his waist, balancing his weight and her own together, she seizes his mouth. Another second as he overcomes his surprise, and then he answers, arm coming up around her as if she needs the help as he responds in unexpectedly enthusiastic kind.
The music fades away, and Eula breaks the kiss, surprised to find her own pulse racing, both of them a little breathless as she pulls him back upright. She doesn't dare look over at the steps. Kaeya, shameless as always, turns to look, then back to her with that infuriatingly smug smile. The prickly heat running through her doesn't make her want to wipe it off his face any less.
"It sounds like they're calling a circle-dance next," he says, as the opening chords of the next song start to drift through the plaza in warning repetition. "We could do that in a quartet. If you think we could talk them into joining us."
Eula draws herself up. "After that, they certainly owe me a dance. Now or later, I intend to collect."
"Well, then, let's make it now." Kaeya holds out his hand again.
She takes his arm, instead, hooking her own through it. Heady with wine and adrenaline and that shiver that isn't either, Eula escorts him towards the steps where Jean and Lisa are waiting. For all the eyes upon her and Kaeya now, their gazes are the only ones that matter. They've already gotten one show, but, and this is *certainly* the wine's fault, she finds herself hoping for the chance to give them another.
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calnoc · 22 days ago
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blue vodka and sprite/7up/fizzy lemonade always tastes like candy and has never failed me
i have never heard of blue vodka ill google it rn
okay googeld it and i dont think they sell that here but ill check
sprite is a god send ive tried it with wine and it can comepltely ccover up the taste
heres the problem
im not exactly light weight, more like the opposite, which means i have to drink more to get drunk whichs sucks i dont know where i was going with this
thank you anon i love you ill save this and tr it and if it doesnt work ill hunt you down and haunt your dreams
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lewiswearslevis · 1 month ago
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TW: Alcohol use, mention of cannibalism, eating disorder
I've finished the barcadi and started to drink my vodka. Tbh I really hate the taste of alcohol. Weed? Delicious lil snack, a grace, a saint. But alcohol? You really only drink it cause you need it, not cause you want it. Everyone who says they like strong liquor is a big fat liar. Wine can be tasty, some longdrinks for "girls" can be tasty. But vodka, whiskey, rum? The beer with so low percentage that you need bottles of it to get an effect? You don't like it, you got used to it and claim you like it. News flash, you're an alcoholic. I know everyone got their own taste, but it's more of an if you like coke or sprite more, mac n cheese or bolognese, but that alcoholic stuff? It's disgusting and you're lying to anyone including yourself.
My point was:
I'm finally a bit drunk, not really, but enough to feel calm and have my brain empty of fleeting thoughts and all that.
If you read my cannibalistic posts, pls keep in mind, I may be weird and sick, but I'm not a bad person. I love my pets and could never harm them, I'm friendly and respectful to anyone I meet, no matter how vile they are, it's not my problem to fix them and they won't listen either way. I wouldn't hurt or hunt anyone down. I'm honest, I would try human flesh, it's a fascination since I'm a child, but I wouldn't get it forcefully. Only if I found a fresh and healthy corpse or an willing volunteer. And it won't get into a habit (I hope, it's obvious that I'm prone to addiction). I think it's mostly because I was malnourished for most of my life and in some aspects deeply traumatized. And you know the stories, is a human starving for a long period of time, they turn to cannibalism, it's a pure survival instinct. So, what if you're "starving" for years? Always hungry, but never enough to starve? I didn't eat for days and it was normal for me. And someday when I read or heard about cannibalism in some isolated tribes, I was fascinated. It never occurred my mind, but was so plausible once I got it.
That's a problem of me. I know mostly what's wrong with me, what causes my disorders and what traumatized me so much that it shaped me into another person. What triggers me and how my behavior is self-destructive and all that stuff. I understand it mostly, but I can't change my emotions. They're as real as they feel and I can't argue with them. Emotions don't know logic, they don't need it. My broken personality was what kept me alive back then, but it doesn't know that it hurts me now. It doesn't understand. So it's really exhausting and depressing to know WHAT'S wrong with me, but no way to change it. I did therapy for years. But I must admit, I was a little liar back then. I left a lot of stuff out on my part, out of fear I'll get in trouble. I didn't know that they won't hurt me and just want to help me. I always felt as if I'm in court, fighting for the mercy of the judge. But, they won't judge me, they want to show me steps how to better myself and my life.
So maybe I've got a chance to redeem myself.
But maybe, some things aren't possible to change. Will I ever stop biting myself? Will I ever stop obsessing about my favorite person? Will I ever lose the appetite to taste another human being? Will I ever be free of unforgivable sins?
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unsuredreamer · 6 months ago
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I’m honestly not that bad when I’m drunk I just become more chatty. I’m also far more coordinated when drunk so I don’t know how that works but whatever I’ll take it. I think her boyfriend said it was Skyy but I’m pretty sure it was mixed with Tito (he mixes his vodkas and makes the nastiest of flavors) all I know is when we got to fight of our lives that and the ginger shots were a no go anymore. I ended up just drinking water and lemonade the rest of the movie. Plus we just finished since one of my friends decided they wanted to get food. They all asked if this was a two part movie or if there was like a snyders cut because it was short and good but short.
As for what kind of vodka I like it usually depends on the day (I’m a seven shots in one cup kind of girl). If I’m in a drinking just because kind of mood I’ll mix some cheap vodka, usually burnetts, with a Red Bull, sprite, or a flavor mix pod. If I’m drinking because it’s been a day and I don’t like the day anymore I’ll try to find stolichnaya or Tito’s. Otherwise I’m not a fan of alcohol beyond maybe some wines.
As for friends and how we even got to watching Disney movies together is sort of a fun story. We all either live with each other or in the same apartment complex and we all apparently went to the same university or were from the same general area. Well because we were looking for roommates we found each other and then it turned out that my roommates were friends with two of my coworkers and so we started hanging out (fun fact I’m the loner of the group or the odd ball if you will). But at our university there was a Disney club and a couple of them were in the club and so at one of our very very long gatherings they brought up that they were in this club and what movie had just come out and then we all got to talking about our love of Disney movies (now mind you I hate talking and I hate being social I’m far too introverted but when it comes to Disney, marvel, and a few others baby I’m a social butterfly).
Let me tell you I’m the least productive especially on days off. I’ll do my laundry and some cleaning or I just take the day a watch some shows or movies. My roommates have dubbed me the “perfect girlfriend” for those who just want cuddles or like being in control (I’m just chill? Maybe? Idk but yeah like just tell me what you want to do and I’ll make sure we do it and that it’s a fun day😌).
How was work? What do you do (if you don’t mind me asking)?
What’s your favorite flavor vodka?
And are you a red or white wine kind of person?
Also what are your pronouns I feel awkward just calling someone babe or babygirl or anything gendered when I don’t know someone (I swear I can’t help but ask, consent and knowing what people are okay with is a must for me 🫠 it’s not to be awkward I promise).
Anyways I hope you ate today and stayed hydrated 😉
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Well, good for you, because my balance is completely off. And I feel like we all become a bit more chatty, for me, it gets me a little more confidence than usual (Which not always is a good thing)
Ugh, there's this part of fight of our lives that's hitting my brain in just the right ways.
Tbh Im not a big fan of alcohol too, sometimes when i do want to get drunk I just buy the cheapest wine there is, like 2 bottles and drink my ass off. When I'm in a mood when i just want to drink a little and maybe have some fun I usually drink beer.
From your little story I wonder how old are you? if you don't mind me asking of course.
And i sooo get you in being the introvert, but it's kind of weird on my side here. Because I'm introverted as shit at the same time being a people pleaser. Like if I do have to interact with strangers, I'll do the most maybe even too much. When i do become closer with someone I tend to be quieter, but it's a matter of time i get more comfortable, then, depending on days i can be either this or that (so confusing im sorry😭)
To be honest, I would love to do all kinds of things (like going kayaking or to the amusement park, just going to the gallery and walking around laughing, gokarting or just simply laying in bed, rotting and watching movies wigh snacks would be the most fun to me) I could do these alone but it's no fun 🥲 And I do have a lover but she is not really willing to do the things i would love to do, rather just lay in bed all the time. I mean, I like to be in bed cuddling and such, but all the time? Have some fun! Take me out, I'll take you out, just excite me.
Work was great actually, the time went quite fast even though we had some things to do. I work at a bakery! Where do you work love?
I'm not really a vodka lover, so I have not tried many, but one time, i was at a party. This girl made vodka shots with grapefruit juice and I drank like shot after shot. It was heavenly 🙌🏻
To be honest just give me wine and I'll be content x. What are your preferences?
Mine pronouns are she/her, what are yours love? I appreciate you asking. Consent is a must, I agree. (You certainly are not awkward, actually i feel like ur the nicest person. Made me smile so much in those two days of your reqs 😄)
I did and I hope you did too . Hope you have a wonderful day!
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nottheangel-raphael · 2 years ago
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"You'll learn plenty about the supernatural world in here," Raphael mused, taking another sip of his wine – a longer one this time. It seemed the bait worked in luring Duncan back to his room. He never underestimated the self-serving and greedy desires of humans, especially the ones trapped here as slaves in the Undercroft. No matter how they identified, there would always be desperation to cope in whatever way they found worked. Fortunately, getting a human drunk would serve more in his favor, not that Raph needed alcohol to aid in getting his way with anyone. The intoxication would likely lead to some more confusion about the situation as they tried to piece it all together afterwards.
He smirked at the swiftly finished drink in the human's hand and followed suit, swallowing the last of his wine and summoning the bartender to close his tab. "How wonderful. Let me finish here and we can get you even stronger stuff soon," he said. The exchange with the bartender took only a minute as he was handed his card and a receipt he didn't even glance at before signing. He had an enormous amount of wealth and didn't care if the staff screwed up the costs of two drinks; it wouldn't affect his bank account. "There we are. Let's go." With his card pocketed, the ghoul gently placed a hand against the small of Duncan's back to guide him away from the bar and out of the ballroom. The castle halls were empty with everyone enjoying the party either here or down in town. They soon reached the council suites and eventually Raph's room where he let Duncan inside first and shut the door behind them both. Charlie and Mason were still out so they had the place to themselves. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of Everclear, not giving Duncan much of a choice how quickly and how much he'd get fucked up this evening. Course that wouldn't all be in part to the alcohol. "So, how long have you been at Krovs again?" he asked the slave as he mixed two shots of the stuff with ice, Sprite, and a splash of orange juice. Having two slaves that weren't vampires provided him all these groceries and knowledge on mixing drinks. Both his slaves also enjoyed drinking, likely because they had no choice in living with Raphael forever. He then offered the drink out to Duncan, his features trained into well-practiced innocence and friendliness as he faced him. "Have you caught anyone's interest around here yet?"
The condescending tone did not go unnoticed leaving the human to easily roll his eyes. Heaven forbid he remained clueless to what it was like being one of his kind. “I didn’t realize you drank wine, but you call it blood wine so it makes a bit more sense now. Learn something new every day, it seems.” Whether he wanted to learn them or not didn’t seem to matter, there were some things he’d wish he could scrub from his head. “Give it some time, when I’m aa few drinks in I’ll be way more relaxed.” He’d say ignoring the bit about going back to his suite, probably was a horrible idea considering what he was wearing or lack thereof. He gave him a look, he’d never waste the opportunity to get drunk when presented to him. “It will not go to waste.” Just then he drank down the rest of his drink, holding up the cup to the vampire to see that nothing had been wasted. “See?”
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gandalf-theslay · 6 years ago
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Bruh remind me to never date an alcoholic
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silkscream · 2 years ago
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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫
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ੈ✩ pairing: peter parker x reader
ੈ✩ summary: peter swallows down his feelings for you.
ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+), mild angst, friends with benefits, unrequited love vibes, not edited
ੈ✩ wc: 1k
ੈ✩ a/n: i wrote this while i was drunk gfdhjkgfdh. this is also based on a situation that i am dealing with atm. a wild combination, if you ask me.
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you’re making this so difficult. you’re making this so difficult.
but it’s not your fault, never is. peter has been trying to push you away from his head for the sake of a healthy amount of space, because that’s what friends with benefits do. evidently, he fails at his vow when your name lights up his phone and he finds his face warm already. this happens on more nights than he prefers. you have no idea, though — the way you enter the room at the party and nod to him, pass by him with a brush of your hand to his shoulder in greeting before talking to someone new. you, you, you. always so cool and collected and alluring to him. like ripe fruit that he isn’t allowed to pick.
he was getting so good at being casual with you, but his desire had him slipping through the cracks all the time. this desire that’s turned into complete tenderness. there was a moment about two weeks ago when he felt a true serenity from smelling your perfume on his t-shirt and he knew he was fucked. you’d been invading his dreams since. even one glance from you makes his cock twitch.
and obviously, he’s much more interested in you than anyone else at the party. the dopey, drunken smile on his face lingers as you go on about your day, playing with his fingers mindlessly on the couch while your other hand nurses a red solo cup.
it’s like you can read his mind, the way you take him by the hand to get him alone. he’s dazed now, mouth connected to yours swapping lovers’ spit, tasting tequila and wine and sprite on your tongue. an amalgam of alcoholic potions has led you here, but for peter, you’re it. it’s just you that has him intoxicated. you really are the forbidden fruit.
in between kisses, he feels vulnerable. he wants to tell you desperately how he’s falling for you, how you terrify him, how he doesn’t want you to touch the skin of anyone else. and then you give him those eyes and he shuts up, swallows it all down to make himself useful with your cunt instead.
he’s so eager to please — that’s what you like about him. whatever he can do to coax out those heavenly whimpers, the rushed gasps falling from your lips as his tongue laps up your clit, he does it all. the way your legs shake makes him feel fucking insane. peter thinks maybe when you whimper his name there’s something behind it, maybe you need him as much as he needs you, but he pushes away the thought. focuses on making you cum on his mouth instead. and you do — over and over and over. peter won’t let you refuse him even when you’re pulling on his hair hard. he needs to hear your gasps, your whines, the way your voice cracks when you say his name until you’re numb in the head.
“stop, stop please, peter,” you squeal. “need you to fuck me.”
“you sure?”
“mm. is the sky blue?” you exhale, devilish grin taunting him. even in your vulnerable state, fucked out from your orgasms, you still find a way to push him. tease him. he’s a fucking goner.
“fine,” peter chuckles breathily. he needs to be inside you and screw his eyes shut instead of looking at your angelic face, doe eyes blinking up at him like he’s the only person in the world.
he never gets over the sounds you make when he enters you, the way you gasp and moan like a helpless animal while your hands clutch his arms with a brutal grip.
“c’mon, pete,” you beg.
“don’t wanna be too rough, baby.”
“but i want it.”
the way your mouth looks when it goes slack makes him give in. suddenly, peter’s hips snap to yours with vivacious force, earning him the sound of a groan from you. your cunt clenches him almost immediately and he has to remember to compose himself so he doesn’t lose it too soon.
“feels so good,” he slurs. “every fucking time.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
it’s funny, the way you beg for his cock and the way he gives it to you as rough as you want it, yet the glint of your eyes states that you’re still somehow in charge. even underneath him, you’ve got your teeth sunken into him and he’s more than willing to take on the scars.
he feels lightheaded already, jaw clenching as he continues to snap his hips to yours while your mouth sucks on his neck.
“god, ‘m gonna cum soon,” he breathes.
“yeah? gonna cum for me?” you grin.
it’s not fair. you’re the one underneath him. yet he’s about to fall apart while you egg him on and god, your pussy contracts in a way that feels so so tight around his cock.
“peter, fuck—”
the mere sound of your voice has him releasing his inhibitions. peter exhales heavily, his heavy body going limp on top of you while his hands are still tangled with yours. his eyes are closed when he kisses you again, and it’s so deep and sensual that you’re lost in the taste of his mouth. both of your bodies seem to melt together slowly like a burning candle.
you’re the first to release yourself from the kiss, doe eyes and long lashes gazing at him with a smile. you run a hand through his chestnut hair.
“feel okay?” you ask.
“yeah,” he nods, chuckling. “um, let me clean you up.”
and he does, wiping you off with his t-shirt, kissing you on the forehead. peter can’t quite decode the expression on your face.
“hey.”
“yeah?” you mumble, busying yourself by putting your clothes back on. there’s a pause, a moment of silence. you look at him with raised eyebrows. warmth pools in his body like slow honey.
he swallows his yearning once again. he tries to bury it down in his body until it dissipates completely.
“we should get back to the party.”
the smile you give him is solemn, but maybe he’s overthinking it.
“sure thing, parker.”
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heartofwritiing · 3 years ago
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And in the crowed, I see you with someone else.
paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader
summary: y/n is in love with druig and one night during a celebration she sees druig being close with makkari and she’s heartbroken.
a/n: based on hurricane drunk by Florence + the machine! also i have a headcanon that gilgamesh makes a special wine that allows the eternals to get drunk so thats what this came from. hope you enjoy! 💗
warning(s): jealousy, milsscomuacation, mutual pining, fluff, angst, reader flirting, alcohol consumption, smut references, both reader and druig having insecure thoughts, this is a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be. Also unedited!
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Babylon
The night air was warm and the stars glimmered more brighter than usual. Sprite was surrounded by a crowed as she told the tales of the battle that had took place earlier that day. You watched as her hands moved to create illusions of Thena slicing open a deviant. The towns folk around you gasped and awed as the images above them changed in golden lights.
When she was finished the audience erupted in cheers and broke off into groups to continue the celebration. Music floated through the air as a band began to play a wistful tune and everyone almost instantly began to dance in the middle of the room. Which you saw Sersi being pulled into, who grabbed a very flustered Ikaris to join her.
You always stood off to the side and watched as couples joined into the dance with a sad expression on your features, wishing you had someone like that to dance with. To laugh and smile as your bodies were intertwined by limbs and harmonies.
You scanned your eyes amongst the crowd and watched people laugh and engage in conversation. It made you happy to see all the humans having a good time, someone had to right? Your eyes then saw Druig across the way and your heart skipped a beat. You have had a crush, as Sersi would call it, on him since you practically arrived on earth. You couldn’t really explain why you liked him so much, It was for different reasons. Maybe it was his dark hair and blue eyes, or maybe the compassion for humans he had. Either way you cared deeply for him, but you knew it was one sided.
You watched as Makkari appeared next to him in a flash and your heart sank at the smile he sent her. You can’t really make out what she's signing exactly but it makes Druig smile even wider as he talks with her. You almost feel like someone has taken your heart out and thrown it into the void, but not before stabbing it right in front of you. It was clear to you now seeing him interacting with her. Of course he would be in love with Makkari. How could he not be? She was brave, strong and smart. You however didn’t really see yourself that way, even if you were this grate Eternal.
Kingo suntured up to your side and you didn’t notice his presence until he bumped your shoulder with his. You jumped a little at the contact and turned your head to see him.
“Woah sorry, was I interrupting a deep thought there?” he questioned teasingly.
“No, just admiring the atmosphere.” a blush creeps up on your cheeks and you hope he doesn't noticed. ‘uh huh’ he wigglys his eye brows at you. He holds up a cup to you, taking it you nod in thanks.
“Thanks,” you take a sip. A taste of wine hits your tounge.
“Are you sure you weren’t admiring a certain tall dark haired, blue eyed jerk?” he jabs.
You almost choke on your drink at his words and your eyes widen. So he did notice you staring at Druig. Grate, here comes Kingos mockery or worse he was going to go gossip to Sprite and then you'd never get peace.
“I wasn’t looking at Druig.” You mumble into your cup, taking another sip.
“I think its cute you have a little crush on him,” he says. “Even if he is an ass, you should tell him how you feel.”
You shake your head.
“That's a horrible idea.” you say.
“Why? We don’t know how much longer were going to be here.” He offers.
As much as he was probably right, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right. You all didn’t know when Arishem would contact Ajak to let you all know when you were going home. After all the Deviants were now defeated and the humans were safe.
“I can’t! he likes Makkari anyways.” You pointed out.
You couldn’t help but look back at the pair again. It made tears well up in your eyes thinking about how you’ll never have something like that with someone, let alone with Druig. Druig pulls Makkari into a side hug before she zips off again. He looks out and sees you and Kingo staring at him and his eyes meet yours for a moment. Your breath catches in your throat and you tear your gaze away as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hopped that he couldn’t tell you were crying. You didn’t want Kingo to see you get all worked up either so you shook your head and bit back tears.
You suddenly had an epiphany. You looked down at the cup Kingo had handed you, swirling the liquid inside you sighed and began to lift the cup up to your lips and tilting your head back, downing the alcohol.
Bottoms up. you thought.
If you could just forget about your crush for one night. Forget Druig for one night maybe you could finally get over your dumb fantsy.
The taste of berries filled your tongue and the bittersweet flavor ran down your throat. It began to cloud your mind as you drank. Kingo watched in horror as you took only a few gulps and finished your cup. You let out a small hiccup and he raises his eyebrows at you.
“Hey, take it easy there.” he warns, holding his hand out to you.
“I'm fine.” you tell him.
You push past him in search of another drink and he is hot on your tail.
You found Gilgamesh holding a bottle when he put it down at the table he was seated at and you rushed over. picking it up you pour yourself a glass and chug that whole cup.
“Y/n, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
Kingo advised.
Kingo considered you one of his closest friends, a sister even so he hated seeing you in distress. He wanted to help you in any way he could but he wasn’t sure what to do with your sudden burst of wanting to get completely drunk. He watched you drink and drink at least six cups of Gils special wine he made for these occasions. You were completely intoxicated at this point and everything looked blurry and you felt dizzy.
When you went to get one more cup Kingo finally stepped in and took it from your hand just before you brought it up to your lips. You pouted at him and whined.
“okay y/n/n, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” he warned. Pulling the cup away from your hands that were making grabbing motions for it as he was holding above your head out of your reach.
“Common Kingo, I just want one more glass!” You grumble still reaching for it.
“no! you've had enough.” he states firmly. “We should get you back to the Domo, you're super drunk right now.”
“Don’t be silly mister, I'm as sober as priest!” you slurred.
You were swaying around and you almost fell on your butt a few times. Kingo had put the cup down and you’re reaching up and poking his cheek with your pointer finger. Kingo huffs as he takes both your hands in his and pulls them away.
“Okay now Im definitely taking you to Ajak.” he starts pulling you along but you stop him.
“No!” you say frowning. “I wanna dance.”
He tries to keep tugging you in the direction he last saw Ajak but he doesn’t want to somehow end up hurting you.
“let's go dance!”
You pull him into the circle of people dancing to an upbeat rhythm. You let go of his hands and you're swaying to the beat on flimsy legs. As you moved around it almost looked like a baby faun learning to walk on its legs for the first time. You didn’t care. Your mind was too hazy to care about the eyes staring at you and the concerns as you let the music engulf your soul. It felt like you were on auto pilot, like you didn’t have control over anything but you did at the same time.
Sometimes later you were walking around on your own, pretty much making a fool out of yourself. At some point in the night you had taken off your shoes and were now dancing around barefoot. Kingo had lost you about fifteen minutes ago when he got distracted by a couple of maidens who wanted his attention. You didn’t care though you just kept dancing around not caring about anything around you.
You kept spinning around until your back was flush against something, or someone. You smiled dopily up at the person as your hand found its way into their hair. Your eyes were closed as you felt them put their hands on your hips firmly. It tickled you slightly and it made you squirm against the persons chest. The padded armor digging into your back as it arched against them.
“Kingo,” you giggle.
“Not quite.” the voice answered. You open your eyes and tried to adjust them. A pair of blue eyes instead of brown ones stared into yours. It was Druig, you smiled lazily and turned around throwing your arms around his neck. You’re completely unaware you were in your crushes arms who broke your heart every time you saw him.
“Druig!” You exclaimed.
He stands there looking at you with confusion as you’re swaying in his arms with a dopey grin on your face as you trip once more and now flush against him with your chest to his.
“What has gotten into you tonight little dove?” he hums.
“Well, I had this many cups of Gils wine and now I feel so grate.” You held up your hand and lifted four fingers in front of his face while you talked. If that were true there's no way you’d be this drunk with any other wine, but with Gilgamesh's special wine that he made if the Eternals ever wanted to get drunk, you would be hammered in minutes.
“Sounds to me like your drunk little one,” he raises his eyebrows.
“Im not drunk,” you frown.
“Oh yeah? what’s 34 x56?” He smirks.
you ponder for a moment and struch your nose not a second later, a sign that you gave up on the thought.
“Pfft, you know I hate math Druig!” You say waving your hand. He chuckles mostly to himself at your antics. Druig wasn’t sure what to do but as he stood there with you in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort having you be this close to him. As you rambled on about something completely random, Kingo found you came over and widened his eyes at the sight before him.
“Y/n! i've been looking all over for you.” he says.
“Kingo!” you shout. “Ive just been talking with Druig you know he's a good listener?”
He looks between you both a little stund to see you clinging to Druig.
“Did you have more to drink even though I told you not too?”
“I only had four more, besides I'm busy with Druig.”
“Im taking you to bed missy.”
Kingo reaches to pry you off of Druig and when he does you break out of Kingos hold and wrap your arms around Druig‘s torso and smile contently, Burying your face in his neck. You can’t see but Druig is blushing profusely at your actions and Kingo has an amused look on his face. Druig glares daggers at Kingo when his snicker catches his ears.
“Don’t. say. a. word.” Druig warns at a still smirking Kingo.
“I'm gonna go find, Ajak stay here.” he informs him. Taking off now you and Druig are left alone again.
“You know you’re my favorite person?” You look up.
Druigs heart beat speeds up at this. He knows he doesn’t get along with everyone in the team. Sprite annoyings him, he thinks ikaris is an arrogant ass. Everyone else he kinda tolerates, but you and Makkari he’s found to care for the most. Makkari always seems to know what hes thinking before he even knows it and they had grown a close friendship. You however, you always had this soft disposition about you everyone seemed to gravitate towards. So for you to say hes your favorite person brings something to the surface of his feelings to you.
He just blinks back at you speechless, his thoughts falter for a moment thinking maybe because your mind was so clouded you didn’t really know what you were saying. One look at your doe eyes stops his rambling brain.
“You have the most pretty eyes,” you suddenly say, causing him to blush once more. You smile noticing this.
“You’re so cute when you blush,” you giggle.
After a minute or so of you making the brooding eternal turn a deep scarlet.
Kingo comes back with Ajak followed by Gilgamesh, Sprite and Sersi. They all crowded around you both with amused smirks seeing you being so cuddly around Druig holding him like a life line.
“I see the problem.” Ajak speaks.
“How is it even possible that she's drunk?.” Sprite asks.
“I made it that way on purpose, just for fun if we ever wanted to know what it was like to get drunk like humans do, although I didn’t think ” Gilgamesh says.
Ajak lifts his hands in the air as gold sybols appear on her finger tips, she walks towards you and reaches up to your head. She places her finger tips on your temples and your eyes roll back and you pass out. You go slump in Druigs arms as he catches you. He places his arm under you legs and swopes you up cradling you against his chest.
“Im sorry she was so cligy to you Druig but that just happens to be the side affects.” Gilgamesh shurgs. “I'll take her back to the Domo”
Gilgamesh makes a move to take you from Druig but a protectiveness lurches up from him before he realizes.
“No it's okay, I can take her back to the Domo.” Druig’s tone is a little possessive. When everyone gives him a confused look he realizes and clears his throat.
“All right..” Gill shrugs.
Everyone looks at him befuddled with wanting to take care of you. Ajak just watches him with a knowing look as he maneuvers carefully past the group and makes a beeline to the starship.
He reached your room without runing into any of the other Eternals. Thankfully. He laid you down on the bed, your sandals were still vacant from your feet and he didn’t even want to think about undressing you so you stayed in your festival robes. He pulled the covers over your body and tucked you in, brushing a stay piece of hair out of your eyes.
You stirred at the touch and your eyes blinked open looking up at him softly. Druig was about to leave when you snatched his wrist. He looked back at you and your eyes were now pleading for him.
“will you stay?” you muttered your mind was still fuzzy but slowly coming back.
He nodded and moved so he was against your headboard and you laid your head on his peck and snuggled into him.
“You know I cared about you?” you mumbled, sleep taking over your mind.
He inhaled as you said that. No one has ever said anything like that to him in all his years. Again he wasn’t sure if it was because you were still so intoxicated or if it was making you speak your mind for once. You were always so shy when it came to talking, its not like you were quiet around Kingo thought, it took you time to warm up to everyone, but with Druig you seemed the most shy around. Deep in his heart he wanted that to be true, wanted you to care for him the same way he did. But he was terrible at expressing his feelings and others. With Makkari it was easy because she got alone well with him and the two shared a close bond.
When she came up to him tonight, she saw he was staring at you from across the hall. She teased him about it, saying how obvious he was being, but you were too occupied with the
He watched as you fell into a deep slumber a soft smile on your lips. He soon too fell asleep with you in his arms.
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the next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You were confused as you took in your surroundings. You were in bed but still in your same clothes from the party last night. Feeling warmth beneath you it took you a second to realize someone was holding you. Panic ran through your brain as you thought about last night. You got so drunk last night you can’t remember a thing. You slowly sat up trying not to wake the person and when you saw who it was, you're jaw dropped.
Druig was sleeping and snoring softly against your headboard. You sat up more and your mind raced. What the hell did this mean exactly? Then you thought the worst thing was you had slept with him last night. As small anxiety attack bilt Druig was waking up due to your movement. He saw you in a panic state and he reached out to put an arm on your shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked, breaking you out of your trance.
“What the hell happened last night?” you responded.
“You got pretty drunk last night and I took you back to your room and made sure you were okay,” he explains. “You asked me to stay, so I did.”
You were so confused.
“Did anything else happen… like between us?…” you motion your finger between you and his eyes widen and cheeks turn bright red, knowing exactly what you were implying.
“No, no, of course not, you did say some things though..” he trails off.
That caught your attention. You looked at him mortified and a feeling settled in your stomach, the nerves building up again. You prayed to arishem you didn’t say anything you’ll regret or worse.
“What exactly did I say?”
He shrugged and looked right into your eyes.
“Just that, you cared about me and…”
He kept trailing off like he didn’t want to tell you, like some sort of secret.
“You kept complmenting me, whatever, Its not like you meant it, you were drunk.” he brushed it off.
You thought, now or never.
“What if i did?” you voiced.
“what?”
“mean those things…”
There was pause.
“Then what If i told you I felt the same?”
Your breath hitched. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears and a blush creep up your cheeks. Could it be true? All this time pining over Druig you thought he could never love you the same way but here he was, in your bed as both of you stared at each other. A deep feeling of confession sat on your tongue as he moved closer to you, his knees now touching your tucked legs. But it quickly went away and you slumped when you remembered last night.
“Yeah but you love Makkari.” You say.
He looks taken back at your words. Like you just slapped him and he frowns.
“I don’t love Makkari like that. We're just friends.”
“Then how come you two were talking last night? laughing and smiling you're always so close and off to the side together!” You accuse.
“She was trying to give me advice, get me to talk to you. She knew that I liked you and knew Id never have the courage to admit my true feelings for you!” He explains.
Now you felt stupid. You mentally hit your head. How could you be so quick to assume that they were together. You regret even mentioning Makkari as you’re sure you’ve ruined any chance you thought you had with the mind controler.
Druig searched your face as you sat there deep in thought. He took your hands resting on your lap into his and rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs. It took you right out of your trance and you gazed into his blue eyes as he spoke from his heart.
“I have cared about you since we arrived on this planet… and I didn’t realize my feelings until last night, when I saw you talking with Kingo I just felt this rage buildup inside me and I didn’t want him near you, I wanted to be the one laughing and standing next to you.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes trying to calm himself down. He's waited so long to finally get you alone and tell you this for so long and now he's had the courage to finally do it and it scares him.
“I don’t want to lose you, ever. And I know Im not as strong as the others or-“
You thought it was cute that he was nervous and rambling, but you couldn’t bear to hear him talk himself down like that. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look you in the eyes and he immediately stopped. His heart sped up when you leaned your forehead to his.
He was so much more than anything you could hope for and you told him that. You could see his face light up with your admirational comments. You wanted to tell him over and over how special he was, not just as a person but to you as well.
“I care about you too.” you say tearfully, a small smile grazing your lips and he sighs.
“I'm sorry for assuming you liked Makkari, I should’ve just seen that you two were nothing more than friends but I was just so jealous!” You say.
“You never have to apologize my love, especially to me.” He professed.
“And you sir never have to be anything more than yourself. I love you for everything you are.” You gush. There's a dopey smile on his face when you finish and he can’t take it anymore. the love he had for you was erupting more in his chest and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his in a soft kiss. You pulled you closer by the waist. You laughed into his mouth and he smiled against your lips as everything you’ve both wanted to say pours into this kiss. You were never felt so happy in your existence that Druig was finally yours and you were his.
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