Bill Cipher & Stan Pines, Bill Cipher & Ford Pines, Bill Cipher/Ford Pines (Implied)
Characters:
Bill Cipher, Stan Pines, Ford Pines
Additional Tags:
Blind Bill Cipher, Post-Theraprism Bill Cipher, Bill Cipher is Trying, Bill Cipher Has Issues, Bill Cipher Needs a Hug, Bill Cipher Needs a Freaking Drink, Drinking to Cope, Drinking & Talking, Excessive Drinking, nightmares (implied), Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism (alluded to), Comfort, Hangover, relationship status: softening up, Literal Sleeping Together, Childhood Medical Trauma
drink the poison down
Summary:
Bill's eye doesn’t work. His mouth works just fine. So he puts it to work, taking care of the Mystery Shack's mysterious supply of rotgut, to drown out the bad feelings.
AKA, Bill tries to drink his troubles away, and gets some surprisingly good company in the form of the Stan twins.
(Blind Bill AU, Stan and Bill are on decent terms, Ford is getting there)
The Captain’s Penance | Framed in The Shaows Ch. 28
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Price goes to a bar to deal with the news of Jamie's emotional withdrawal. Ch. 27.
Day 9;
@may-lancholy: excessive drinking
@whumpay: alt 5; withdrawal
Ao3 or under the cut
Every morning, Ghost sees Price punching a punching bag. Ghost believes he helped Price figure out a better outlet for his stress… That is, until Jamie starts being emotionally withdrawn. Being assured that this is normal even three weeks post-trauma doesn’t ease everyone’s worries. Price’s self-care spirals. The man tells the others that he’s going for a walk. No one believes him. Alejandro, Alex, Farah, Gaz, Layla, Nikolai, Rodolfo, and Soap all look at him. Their gazes tell him to go after Price. They understand he’s unlikely to take extreme measures, but he’ll likely act foolishly again, as he has in the past.
As predicted, Ghost finds Price at the bar the team would often go to. Three weeks earlier, Ghost had found him at the same bar to help him cope with the situation.
“Don’t,” Price says the second Ghost sits next to him at the bar.
Ghost watches Price drink his whiskey faster than normal. Not even enjoying the drink. Ghost worries the captain is aiming to get drunk. Ghost knows there’s no stopping Price.
Maybe a nasty hangover will get him to think twice about making this his coping mechanism. Ghost hopes.
The lieutenant is still concerned about the quantity of alcohol Price is consuming. His concern was hidden behind his skull balaclava.
Ghost watches, worried as Price drinks excessively. He’s beginning to question his decision to let Price get drunk.
Five drinks in two hours. Ghost worries. He’s definitely drunk, and we’re leaving.
Ghost pulls Price up from his seat, ignoring the protesting from the captain. Ghost is embarrassed knowing people are looking. He’s relieved that the two are in civilian clothing. No one will know they’re in an elite military unit.
Price throws up before Ghost can get him into the car.
He’s going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow. Ghost thinks as he gets into the car.
Price complains about feeling sick during the short drive back to base.
Once back at base, Ghost helps Price to his room. He has to hold on to Price as the drunken captain stumbles with him.
The two walk into the room. Ghost has Price sit on his bed. He takes off Price’s boots, hat, and jacket. Price doesn’t argue as Ghost gets the man to lie on the bed. Ghost knows Price is going to hate how he got drunk and his lieutenant had to put him to bed. Ghost hopes this teaches him to not drink excessively again. Once Price is asleep, Ghost leaves the room.
As Ghost walks down the hall, he thinks about Jamie’s emotional withdrawal and how hard this entire situation is on Price. He knows Price struggles with the burden of believing that Jamie was a spy and giving the order for Ghost to torture Jamie. Ghost knows it’s different for Price as the captain of the team compared to how Ghost is dealing with this situation.
What a fucking nightmare. Ghost thinks as he continues down the hall to his room.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Narinder snapped from his surprised daze as a choked sob followed by sniffling assaulted his ears. He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness and spotted the Lamb curled at their desk. They hunched over the desktop, face buried in their arms, and their form shivered and shook. Next to them, illuminated by the dull glow of the crown, was an empty bottle of ambrosia.
Narinder's chest grew heavy as a sigh escaped his lips. The frustration of the morning evaporated as he took in the sorry sight of his Lamb. He made quick work bringing the fireplace to life, illuminating the room as warmth gradually began to chase away the chill. He snatched a blanket from the basket they kept next to the small couch in the main room and approached the Lamb, wordlessly draping it around their shoulders and gathering them into his arms, reclining onto the couch and pulling them against his chest.
Helloooo Cult of the Lamb fandom! Look, I can still write things for this!
There was a different fic I meant to finish before this one, but my brain kind of turned to soup and decided instead to write this basically in one sitting. So. Yeah. Other fic will be out eventually.
Anyway, hope you guys enjoy reading! Feedback appreciated as always
I was enabled by the bog and we do love that soft cock rep, what can i say
Pairing: Jaskier/Eskel
Content Warnings: hot tub sex, anal sex, anal fingering, condescending dirty talk, alcohol induced erectile dysfunction, overstimulation, onenight stand, semipublic but only a little
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Jaskier knew, objectively, that trying to keep pace with his best friend was a bad idea. No one could drink as much as Geralt, but Jaskier was having a shitty week and wanted to get absolutely plastered. So when Geralt suggested they go to his coworker’s place for a party he was immediately pulling out the tequila for a pre-game shot.
He also knew he shouldn’t flirt mercilessly with all of Geralt’s work friends, especially not his favorite coworker, but so far he hadn’t gotten the warning glare, so he flirted harder.
It was with a little giggle of victory that Jaskier climbed on Eskel’s lap as the last of their friends got out of the hot tub on his apartment complex’s roof. The man was gorgeous, and his voice sent shivers down Jaskier’s spine when he muttered dirty little teases in his ear. Gods he’d really hit the jackpot with this one. Eskel’s fingers dug into the meat of his thighs as Jaskier wiggled over his growing bulge.
“Rules say no sex in the hot tub,” Eskel hummed with a teasing lilt to his voice as he kissed up Jaskier’s neck and over his jaw.
“Mhm, sure,” Jaskier sighed, not worried about rules in the slightest.
Eskel kissed him with an urgency that made Jaskier feel absolutely filthy in the best way. It almost felt like being claimed with the way Eskel’s tongue delved in and dragged along the roof of his mouth as he pulled back.
Jaskier shivered, whining as he rocked his ass down on Eskel’s bulge again, “I really hope you don’t care for following rules.”
In answer, Eskel kissed him again and groped his ass before pulling back with a gasp, “Shorts. Off.”
It was awkward and Jaskier almost fell completely underwater in his fight with his swim trunks, but he was so horny he didn’t care about embarrassing himself. Soon he was back in Eskel’s lap and tugging at the laces of his shorts.
“Eager are we?” Eskel chuckled, leaning back and letting Jaskier do the work, “Kisses not enough for you?”
“Kiss me with your cock inside me,” Jaskier snapped, giving him a challenging smile.
“Horny and reckless, just how Geralt described you,” Eskel sighed, leaning closer and running one hand down Jaskier’s back and over his ass, “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
When he pushed one finger in with ease, Jaskier shivered. He knew he would probably still be loose from his toy that morning, but he was also beginning to notice his dick was not getting with the program. So, as impatient as he was, Jaskier let Eskel take his time working three fingers into him and basked in it, hoping the shocks of pleasure shooting up his spine would kickstart his system.
To his credit, Eskel was a gentleman and reached for Jaskier’s cock as he pulled his fingers out, probably wanting to make the sudden change a little more comfortable. When he found a mostly soft cock he had the decency to stop sucking a hickey into Jaskier’s neck and talk to him.
“You okay? We don’t have to.”
“Fuck, please don’t stop,” Jaskier begged, gripping Eskel’s shoulders as he started to babble, “It’s just the tequila. Please, I want you to fuck me so bad. I don’t even care if I cum. Please please please please don’t leave me empty. Fuck.”
“Awww,” Eskel cooed, rubbing circles over Jaskier’s lower back under the water while his other hand lightly tugged at his soft cock, “you can’t even think straight can you?”
Jaskier shook his head, biting his lip and giving his best pout as he rocked his hips over Eskel’s erection. He whimpered when Eskel lined the tip of his dick up to Jaskier’s well-stretched hole, only receiving a condescending- almost amused- shush back. As soon as he felt Eskel enter him Jaskier tried to slam his hips down but Eskel easily held him up by his waist, drawing out that first thrust as long as he could.
“Eskel, please,” Jaskier panted, clenching around him and trying to rock his hips even a little bit.
“Do you think you deserve it? Hm?” Eskel taunted, running this thumb over the tip of Jaskier’s cock. He may not have been hard but he felt the motion send shocks all the way up his spine.
“Yes”
“But you cant even get it up?” Eskel’s words were dripping sweetness but his face held a wicked smile. He was loving this and Jaskier couldn’t say he was all that disappointed.
“Please please please just fuck me till I cry,” Jaskier mewled, resting his forehead on Eskel’s shoulder.
By the time Eskel finally came Jaskier had rivers of tears flowing down his face and absolutely no idea if anything he wailed was coherent. His poor soft little cock was oversensitive and his prostate was in similar shape, but he didn’t care. He was absolutely certain that he needed to see Eskel again. Maybe even sober next time.
min yoongi is not an alcoholic by gebiurl (fookin_tossah)
“I wouldn’t call it a problem, more like a solution or my muse,” he argues and stretches out his legs. He clenches his fist and counts down the hours until he can go back to his hotel and drink, though.
☆ 15k, mature
☆ tags: yoongi is an independant rapper, jungkook is a popstar, explict content, ocd, synthesia, excessive drinking, mental illness
