mysticrainpain:

Send Us More?

I sent drunk nudes to my group chat once. So have a drabble based on that.

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With your 3rd glass of wine down the hatch, you moved to your bedroom. Without a bra on, your drunken mind decided to be dead set on how strange your breasts were. Sober you never thought anything of how one might be bigger than the other or if one nipple was placed slightly to the left. It wasn’t. But drunk you sure thought you needed an extra opinion.

You stripped yourself of your night shirt, throwing it at the wall with little concern of the picture hanging there.

Shifting your weight side to side in front of the mirror, you eyed your own form. Drunk you admitted to being pretty damn fine, but something about your chest was consuming your thoughts. You grabbed your phone from the pocket of your sweat pants that hung loosely from your waist. A peak of your blue lace underwear, poked out above the hem.

Blue.

Made you think of Prompto’s eyes. Noct’s magic. Iggy’s striped shirt. Gladio’s bruised cheek when he got attacked by a daemon. Drunk you also had a weird train of thought.

‘The boys would know,’ you thought, lifting the phone to the mirror.

You eyed yourself, hair tossed, lips wine-stained, cheeks flushed. You looked ravishing, if drunk you did say so. Without a lick of hesitation, you snapped a couple pictures of your half naked form. In some your back was arched, some your arms pressed your breasts together, creating some dramatic cleavage.

“Aaaaand send!” You pressed the cute little paper airplane icon in the group chat called Chocobitches. Drunk you also named the group chat.

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The wine had caught up to you some time after taking your saucy selfies. You assumed the boys were in bed since no messages came through.

That was.. Until you woke up the next morning.

Your phone was exploding with vibrations and your cheesy Chocobo call notification sound. With a audible groan, you grabbed your phone.

70 messages

70..

“70 MESSAGES?!” You shot up in bed and immediately opened the group chat. You scrolled up, reaching your barrage of pictures from 3am. “Oh. Oh god no. Nononononono!”

You quickly scanned the group chat. Messages ranged from flustered, concerned and down right raunchy. (We’re looking at you Gladio.)

An apology was typed out as quickly as possible. They probably thought the worst of you by now. Now sober- with a killer headache- you felt your face heat up.

They. Saw. My. Tiddies.

MY tiddies.

Your apology was shut down just as quickly as you had typed it out.

‘Cup o Shield’ popped up first. “Are you kidding?? You’re going to apologize for sending those? Those are hot as hell.”

“Oh god yeah. Wow,” you could almost hear the fluster in the text from ‘Chocoboi’

‘Iggy’ wasted no time in replying to you as well, only adding to your blush. “I have to agree. You look divine.”

‘Prince Pain In The Ass’ only typed out a simple “yeah. Wow.”

You threw your face into your own pillow. Your fingers found the small microphone in the chat. You whispered out a shy, flustered “th-thanks guys.”

Noct, without missing a beat, sent another message. “Would you.. Send us more?”