Drunk Pezzy

HI so ive never requested a fic before but i love your writing so im taking my chances, could we get a pezzy fic kind of based on dress by taylor swift? maybe like yall and the clooless guys go out to a bar and you wear a new dress to get his attention and it works? thinking smut but im not sure if you write it so it doesn’t have to be. thank you!!

The Dress that Turned Heads

In a bustling city where the lights sparkled like stars, five friends decided to take a break from their everyday adventures. Pezzy, Grizzy, Puffer, ElasticDroid, and you were all excited for a night out at the Lavender Lounge, the trendiest bar in town, known for its whimsical cocktails and enchanting atmosphere. But this wasn’t just any night out—it was a night filled with unspoken feelings and silent glances.

From the moment you slipped into that flirty dress, you felt a rush of confidence. The fabric hugged your curves just right, and the twinkle of fairy lights reflected off your sparkling shoes. You had always hoped to catch Pezzy’s eye, but tonight you wanted to spark a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Little did you know, Pezzy had a reciprocated glimmer of feeling but was skillfully masking it behind a playful smile.

As you entered the Lavender Lounge, the air was thick with laughter and the hum of music. Grizzy and Puffer snatched up a table near the dance floor, while ElasticDroid eagerly grabbed the latest cocktails tossed your way with intricate garnishes. But you had one mission—to catch Pezzy’s attention.

With every sip of your fizzy drink, you subtly threw glances in Pezzy’s direction. You found courage in the rhythm of the music, the way the lyrics seemed like they were written just for you. The night unfolded with jovial discussions, teasing remarks, and dance moves that got everyone on their feet.

As the DJ spun a shuffle of love songs, you could see the flicker of interest in Pezzy’s eyes, but still, Pezzy played it cool, engaging with Grizzy and Puffer as if oblivious to your dazzling efforts. Then, in a moment that felt woven by fate, ElasticDroid suggested a game—a round of truth or dare.

“Pezzy,” you suggested playfully, “truth or dare?” Your heart raced in anticipation.

“Dare,” Pezzy replied with a grin, clearly ready for some fun.

“I dare you to dance with…” you hesitated, letting the air turn thick with tension as you locked eyes with Pezzy. “Me.”

A chorus of cheers erupted, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Pezzy jumped up, took your hand, and led you to the center of the dance floor as if the world around you faded away. The moment you started dancing, everything else became blurry—the lights, the laughter, the music, all fused into a mesmerizing backdrop.

Pezzy swayed gracefully, a smile dancing on his lips. Your heart raced like a rollercoaster, and as you lost yourself in the moment, you felt an unspoken connection blossom between the two of you. You could see that Pezzy’s shy glances were no longer so hidden, and perhaps, just perhaps tonight would end differently.

After a few exhilarating songs, the game resumed and laughter filled the air. However, your heart was still beating for Pezzy alone. In a bold move, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I bought this dress just for you, you know,” letting your feelings spill into the melody of the night.

Pezzy raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise mixed with something deeper swirling within those sparkling eyes. “Oh really?” Pezzy teased back, with playful mischief dancing on our smiles. 

You laughed lightly, leaning closer, “Only to take it off later,” you said with a wink, pushing the playful energy to the surface, both of your hearts racing now.

With a boldness fueled by the dim lights and the thrill of the night, Pezzy stepped closer. The atmosphere shifted, charged with recognition—finally, both of you were ready to acknowledge what had been lingering in the air.

The music pulsed through the air, each beat matching the rhythm of your racing hearts. Pezzy stepped even closer, the warmth radiating between you creating a bubble that felt like a secret oasis amidst the bustling bar. In that moment, the world around you faded even further, leaving just the two of you surrounded by twinkling lights and the heady scent of anticipation.

“Do you want to take it off now?” Pezzy whispered playfully, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips as they leaned in. The question hung in the air, thick and intoxicating, electrifying every nerve in your body.

You bit your lip, feeling heat bloom in your cheeks. “Maybe just a little bit closer,” you replied coyly, inviting Pezzy into the intimate space between you, your bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm of the music. The beat grew deeper, more intense, each pulse of the song igniting the flame of shared passion burning brightly between you.

As your bodies moved closer on the dance floor, the energy around you felt charged, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you together. Pezzy’s hand brushed against your waist, the contact sending shivers down your spine. You leaned against them, feeling the heat of his body in response, urging the tension to escalate.

With every sway and every step, the dance floor transformed into your private stage, and you felt a magnetic pull toward Pezzy that you could no longer ignore. You spun around, facing Pezzy fully, and as you locked eyes, a spark ignited that couldn’t be extinguished. The familiar coolness of the bar air was overwhelmed by the heat radiating between you both.

Pezzy took your hands in his, guiding your movements, his touch igniting a fire within you that ignited with every turn and twirl. You danced as if no one else existed, lost among the beats, enveloped in the music. Your laughter rang out, blended with the melodies of the lounge, every note amplifying the chemistry swirling between you.

Without breaking the rhythm, Pezzy leaned in closer, whispering, “What if we really just took it off?” You felt a rush of bold exhilaration at his words, a daring proposal cloaked in playful spontaneity.

“Let’s take this dance somewhere more private,” you suggested, biting back laughter as the thrill surged within you. You could see that seductive glint in Pezzy's eyes; it was the invitation both of you had long been waiting for.

Hand in hand, you guided Pezzy away from the crowded dance floor, slipping past laughing faces and vibrant lights until you reached a cozy nook in the back of the bar, dimly lit and perfect for a bit of mischief. As the world outside faded, the unmistakable beat of your hearts echoed within the confined space. 

Pezzy turned to you, the intensity of the moment stirring a wild energy. The walls felt alive as you both leaned in closer, breath mingling in a stolen moment that felt painted in slow motion. Just as Pezzy brushed his lips lightly against yours, the universe held its breath.

The kiss sparked a fire, a soft exploration that quickly flared into something passionate, the kind that echoes with the heat of anticipation. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth amplifying between you like an unquenchable flame. The dress you wore seemed to shimmer, a shimmering promise as if both it and the night held secrets just waiting to be discovered.

In the alcove, lost to the rhythm of your shared heartbeat, you both managed to escape the world beyond—the laughter, the music, the bright lights, all faded away until there was nothing left but the intoxicating kiss and the electricity that pulsed between you.

Pezzy pulled back momentarily, his breaths mingling with yours in the intimate space as they whispered, “What’s next?” The question hung tantalizingly in the air, a doorway to new adventures waiting to unfold.

With Pezzy's forehead gently resting against yours, the world outside faded into mere whispers, leaving only the soft sounds of your breaths blending together in an intoxicating rhythm. The flickering lights from the bar cast a warm glow around you both, highlighting the tension and heartbeat of the moment.

Pezzy's hands, exploring with delightful curiosity, traced along the curves of your waist, fingers brushing lightly against your hips. Each touch felt electric, igniting waves of warmth that danced through you. You could feel your pulse racing as if synchronized with the music still pulsing through the bar, a distant reminder of the world beyond this intimate sanctuary.

As you leaned in for another kiss, Pezzy pulled you closer, his body a sturdy wall for you to lean against. The solidness of the wall behind you and Pezzy in front created a cocoon that enveloped you, shielding you from prying eyes, almost like a secret shared between only the two of you.

Kissing Pezzy felt like unleashing a spark, each brush of lips igniting deeper cravings as the taste of mint and an intoxicating hint of his favorite cocktail lingered between your mouths. Your hands found their way to Pezzy's hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as you pulled them deeper into the kiss, wanting to savor the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

Pushed against the wall, your silhouette was hidden, shrouded in mystery. You could feel Pezzy’s breath hitch, a delightful sound that sent thrills through your core as they revealed in the moment. The pressure of his body against yours felt intoxicatingly possessive, like a gentle reminder that you were both lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Pezzy’s hands knew just where to explore—tracing along your sides, brushing over the fabric of your dress as if every inch was a territory they were eager to discover. His fingers danced like fire along the supple curves, igniting heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach. It was a rush of thrilling anticipation that made you wish for more, even while the clothes remained a barrier—a thrilling tease rather than a limit.

With every kiss deepening in its fervor, you could hear the distant music reverberating in the background, but in that moment, it felt as if time stood still. Pezzy wrapped you in his warmth, hiding your silhouettes from the world, a secret he cherished. It felt primal, electric—a raw, passionate entangling of two hearts finally acknowledging their undeniable connection.

Your hands captivated Pezzy’s face, pulling them in closer, allowing every sense to be overwhelmed by this extraordinary moment. The warmth of Pezzy's body melded with yours, hearts racing in tandem as you both balanced on the edge of desire. You could feel the energy between you—an invisible thread binding your souls together, a promise of something deeper yet to be explored.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you trailed soft pecks along Pezzy's jawline, savoring the delicious thrill of secret exploration. You watched his breath quicken, his eyes darkening with desire, and it drew you in even more. “What’s next?” you echoed back, teasing playfully while your heart fluttered with excitement.

Pezzy chuckled softly, a sound that resonates deep within you. “Next?” he whispered, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Next, we embrace tonight for all it is—an escape, a wild adventure, and maybe a taste of what’s to come.”

With that, you pulled them back for another deep kiss, letting the heat of the moment envelop you both once more. The cozy nook within the bar became a world of its own, alive with the promise of discovery, laughter, and the beginnings of a romance that could soar.

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UHhh soooo

sleepver stream fic... is alomst 10k.... do yall like the long fics? or break into parts? i feel like it is awkard doing multiple parts, what do yall think?

im like 3.5 hrs into the stream vod should i keep going? time skip only to funny parts? stop at 4.5 hrs? IDKK lmao

Lingering Trauma

Summary: In a cozy little house filled with warmth and laughter, there lived a brave girl named __ She had faced many challenges in life, but the scars of a traumatic car crash had left her with lingering chronic back pain and muscle spasms. Some days were tougher than others and today was shaping up to be one of those days.

TW: chronic pain, established relationship, car crash (effects)

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, ___ woke up with a familiar pang in my spine, dreading the day ahead. I had made it my mission to seize each day, no matter the challenges. Today, determined not to let the pain win, I got dressed and headed to the living room where I could hear Pezzy was engrossed in his usual banter with his chat audience in his office. It was a lively scene, full of friendly chatter and laughter – it was one of those simple moments that made my heart feel light, even when my back felt heavy.

In the midst of his streaming, I felt the tightening of my muscles begin to spiral out of control, squeezing and locking my back into a terrible grip. Panic bubbled up inside me as the frustration of my body’s betrayal settled in. I tried to text Pezzy, my fingers fumbling on the small screen, but he was too captivated by his chat to notice his phone going off.

"Okay, think, ___," I whispered to myself. With a deep breath, I decided to use a different tactic. I typed into the chat, hoping that Pezzy would see it and come to my rescue. The chat was buzzing with activity, and luckily, one of my friends/fellow moderators, Mia, was also on.

"Hey Pezzy, can you take a quick break? __ is needing your help real quick!" Mia sent into the chat on my behalf.

Just as the words sent a wave of anticipation through me, Pezzy finally glanced at his phone, his expression shifting from joy to concern in an instant. After a brief look at the chat, he quickly turned off his camera; he switched his screen to one of his premade screens and rushed into the living room, worry etched on his face.

“___!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “What’s wrong?”

With a shaky breath, I looked up at him, my voice strained but determined, “My back... it’s locked up. I can’t move.”

Without hesitation, Pezzy came to my side and gently helped me stand up, supporting my shoulders and guiding me slowly towards the bedroom. Every careful step felt like a mini-mountain to climb, but ___ felt grateful for his steady presence beside me.

Once inside, Pezzy dashed to the nightstand and grabbed the familiar bottle of medicine, shaking out the right dose while quietly assuring me, “You’re doing great, babe. Just breathe. I’m here.”

With a hopeful heart, I swallowed the medicine, feeling an imminent wave of relief wash over me with every passing moment. Pezzy sat beside me on the bed, holding my hand tightly. “You’re so strong for pushing through today,” he said gently. “Next time, just let me know earlier. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Girl Friend Moment V. Puffer

Summary: Clip inspired (original clip was Droid)

TW: Established relationship, cute moment, kisses

As I opened the front door, the unmistakable aroma of melted cheese and baked dough wafted through the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation. I had just picked up a large pepperoni pizza from our favorite pizzeria, and the delicious smell seemed to wrap around me like a warm embrace. With the pizza box in one hand and a light heart, I tiptoed down the hallway, excited to surprise my boyfriend, Puffer.

As I entered his office, I was greeted by the soft glow of multiple screens, the sound of his voice filling the room as he chatted animatedly with his viewers on Twitch. There he was, sitting comfortably in his gaming chair, headset on, oblivious to the world around him. His focus was on the game, but I knew he’d feel my presence.

“Hey, you,” I said, a playful smile creeping onto my face as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Did you miss me?” I added, my tone light and teasing, knowing he couldn’t resist a little banter.

He paused, dropping his controller for a moment. His gaze turned serious, and his smile softened into something warm and genuine. “Every moment, every second,” he replied, his voice low and sincere, and just like that, my heart fluttered a little. Those moments of sweetness always managed to catch me off guard; I was never quite prepared for how much he made my heart skip.

As he pivoted back to the stream, I could see the chat lighting up with playful teasing. “Puffer’s simping hard!” one viewer typed, followed by another, “He’s got it bad, folks! Someone get this man a pizza!” The chat exploded with laughter and emotes, as viewers poked fun at him for being so mushy.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, knowing I had just walked into a lively banter among his audience. Puffer was consistently charming and charismatic on stream, yet he always had a soft spot for me—his viewers recognized it too. I set the pizza down on his desk, and he flashed me a grateful smile, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

“Okay, okay! Everyone chat, cut it out!” Puffer rolled his chair closer to the pizza, gesturing to the box as though it were an award-winning trophy. “Brought to you by my amazing girlfriend! Let’s see if she can bring us any luck with catching this damn thing!”

The chat erupted in cheers, playful banter flying as he dug into a slice, his mouse ready in his other hand. I clinked my slice against his, lifting it in a celebratory toast, the warmth of the moment settling around us like a cozy blanket.

As the stream carried on, I felt that infectious energy that came from being together—his laughter mingling with the playful jabs from his viewers, an echo of teamwork that reminded me how much I loved being part of his world.

More Nut in my Butt - Pezzy

Summary: Out of Context Twitch Clip- Link at the bottom of the short story

TW: Established relationship, cursing, sexual innuendo, lmk if I missed anything <3

“Sorry guys, I was texting Bella to bring me the rest of the Nutter Butters/. I am in a snacky mood right now” He explained to chat.

*Knock Knock*

“Come on in Bells.” Pezzy yelled over his shoulder.

“Hiii, babes, here's your nutters you wanted. By the way, do you care if I hang out here til they are done cooking in the kitchen?” I questioned Pezzy and slightly towards chat.

“Thank you bells, and yeah we are still in our yapping session part of the stream. Did you want to join or lay in the background?” Pezzy invited Bells.

“Would it be okay if I lay in the background and throw my two cents in here and there?” Bells quizzed him while looking at the monitor 

“Yeah babe that's fine, thank you again.” Pezzy gratefully thanked Bella. Then Bella was walking towards his couch to lay down, she took her hair down so she lay down comfortably.

*”OMG, did she really give him the regular Nutter Butters?”* Pezzy read out a comment from a random chatter. Pezzy raised up the package to show the camera. 

“No Double Nutty, look they made it with double nuts. So now it has more nuts in it.”  Pezzy put down the package back in his lap or on his desk.

“It's pretty sick, I love more Nutt in my butt.” Pezzy said with no thought no filter, once it registered in his head, his smile grew wide, he started laughing and leaning to the left out of frame looking at Bella laying on the couch.

Once it registered in Bellas head that her boyfriend said that, she started cackling and growing red like a cherry due to the lack of oxygen. She couldn't control herself and balance on the couch so ended up on the floor which made Pezzy and herself laughing harder. They both started crying on how much they were laughing. 

“What did I just say?” Pezzy was gasping for air while trying to get over his digital footprint being more tainted. 

“I mean babe, you could have just asked me in private not on stream.” Bella choked out in between her laughs and wheezes. 

“Shut the fuck up, bells!” Pezzy exclaimed and started cackling. Pezzy fell out of his chair laying with Bella on the floor laughing.

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Furry Baby - Pezzy x Reader

Summary: Sly steals the show

TW: Established relationship, lmk if i missed anything

Sly was known far and wide not only for her striking yellow eyes but also for her striking personality. She was an independent feline with an insatiable thirst for attention, especially when she noticed that her humans, you and your boyfriend Pezzy, were glued to the glow of the screens during the late-night Twitch live streams.

One evening, you and Pezzy were deep into an exciting gaming session, determined to reach the next level in your favorite online multiplayer game. The chat was buzzing with enthusiastic viewers, cheering you on and playfully teasing you about your hilarious blunders. Laughter echoed through the room, but little did you know, your loyal feline was on a mission.

Sly perched herself atop the gaming desk, her fluffy tail swishing back and forth like a pendulum, contemplating whether to pounce into the spotlight. Feeling ignored and a bit disgruntled, she let out a melodious meow—an unmistakable cry for attention. Yet, both of you, engrossed in your digital world, barely noticed her plea.

Unfazed, Sly devised a plan. She knew all too well that the allure of the bright screen and the sound of your laughter could be exchanged for some additional cuddles and attention. With feline grace, she leaped down from the desk and padded softly towards the mouse cable. 

With a swift swipe of her paw, the mouse went tumbling away from your side of the desk, causing the screen to flash ominously as your game froze. "What? No!" you exclaimed, your brow furrowing as you realized the culprit behind the chaos. You turned to see Sly sitting innocently beside the fallen mouse, lapping it up like it was the greatest toy in the world.

Pezzy burst into laughter, “Looks like Sly can’t take the neglect anymore!” You both couldn’t help but chuckle, realizing your little furball had orchestrated quite the distraction.

Realizing that it was time to spoil your furry friend, you gave Sly a gentle scratch behind her ears, and Pezzy picked her up, holding her close. “Well, buddy, you certainly know how to steal the show!” Pezzy said, as Sly purred loudly, completely satisfied with the attention.

The chat was alive with laughter, encouraging you both to include Sly in your streams. “Bring Sly into the game!” one viewer suggested. “Let’s see him be the ultimate co-pilot!” another added. With a playful nod of agreement, you decided to make Sly the star of the show.

Suddenly, the dynamic changed. You and Pezzy set up a cozy corner on the stream, fitted with colorful cushions and a mini toy set, making Sly the center of attention. She began batting at the toys while viewers cheered her on, and your own laughter mixed into a symphony of joyful chaos.

From that night onward, Sly became a beloved part of your Twitch streams. With every playful bat at the camera and charming purr, she stole the hearts of countless viewers. And while you continued to navigate through your virtual worlds, your mischievous little Sly never ceased to remind you of the importance of balancing love for your game with the love for your furry companion.

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The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.