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cambion-companion · 5 months

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Drunk Drabble

WITH RAPHAEL!

I've done this with Aemond plenty of times and had great fun.

But what of a drunk Tav/reader irking the living hell out of Raphael?

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With long fingers, Raphael delicately yet firmly removed the chalice from your hand. “You have become exasperating within the grip of your inebriation, my dear.”

“Little words please, Raphael.” You hiccupped gently and tried to paw your drink back from him, missing by a wide margin.

Raphael set the glass far above where you could reach, bestowing a bemused smirk upon you and quelling any attempts to clumsily leap for it with his large hand upon your head.

“I resent that.” You teetered and would have stumbled over your own feet had the cambion not caught you around the midriff. “I resent you.” You pointed accusingly at Raphael’s face, your finger veering a little left.

He neatly readjusted your aim for you. “If I were not already resigned to your nature, I would expel you bodily from my presence.”

“You like me!” Your following giggle almost turned into a fit of coughing as you swallowed the wrong way.

Raphael sighed and thumped you on the back, a little harder than strictly necessary. “I tolerate you.”

“Same difference to a devil.” You continued to stifle giggles against the back of your hand, swaying on the spot.

Raphael was half-tempted to just push you over, it would’ve been so easy and quite amusing.

You yawned widely and your eyes grew heavy. Without much thought, you leaned against Raphael’s solid warm body and tucked your head against him.

“Desist at once.”

“Small words.” You requested again.

Raphael’s hands hovered around you, his surprise and annoyance leaving him momentarily unsure of what to do. A rare experience for the cambion.

When you began to nuzzle that’s when his hands took you firmly by the waist and righted your form. You simply swayed back into place against him, smiling in peace and quite unaware of his growing agitation.

“How about we write a clause in that contract of ours.” You muttered and turned your nose against his tunic, the better to smell him. “I get to snuggle whenever I see fit.”

With a sharp pain and a flash of infernal magic you landed ass-first upon the hard dirty ground outside a now locked door.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael fanfic #raphael drabble #raphael x reader #raphael baldur's gate 3 #drunk drabble #bg3 drabble

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of-mutts-and-men · 6 months

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What if what if hear me out. I climb on top of you n suck on your chest for a sec n then I kiss and give hickies all down your belly n then suck you off or something. N you make me feel good n embarrassed before giving me my reward (pounding the daylights out of me). Pin your puppy(me again) down plz.

#i am losing my mind #drunk drabble #saw one pic in my explore and now i wanna service every person on this planet #im gonna explode #look how good my words are hardly any mistakes thats rare #almost tagged drunk driving

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fluffylino · 4 months

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pussy drunk minho

he'll never admit how dumb he gets for your pussy~

-contains mature themes

"kitten, im not that obsessed with your pussy" minho scoffed out. you clicked your tongue.

now that was a lie.

"i doubt you could last an entire week without it" you argued back. he smirked.

"game on." now it was your turn to make a face.

"so if i win, you'll wear the collar?" his expression dropping. you could see the wheels in his head turning. wondering if he could really beat you against this game.

"that is...that is if you win. which you won't im sure of it but alright" you couldn't help but smile.

"deal"

"seriously though i can live without eating you out..." you laughed right in his face. to which he rolled his eyes.

the whole argument starting when you asked if you could dom him. his immediate response being a firm no. you couldn't help but whine, even begging for it.

if he could dom you. you could dom him.

his response being "i'd rather be the one in control. i feel uneasy submitting."

so you decided to pry more into it. you wanted to know more. to truly understand him.

"because i feel like my mind will go all fuzzy and i'll look like an idiot" that was exactly why you wanted to take charge. if not for sometime. you were happy even if it was a one time thing.

minho was cute eitherway and he'd be even more cuter on his knees.

and then what really did it for you was when he said he wasn't that obsessed with eating you out.

a lie honestly.

his morning routine consisting of waking you up with his face between your legs. breathless and absolutely horny. grinding against the mattress.

it didn't matter if he had to go out. that always came first. and he was one to give amazing head. always having that confident smirk after making you cum.

.

the day one was fine.

he seemed normal. doing his daily tasks. going to the company. coming back all sweaty and laying on your chest. you couldn't help how sweet he was.

day three was when you noticed him staring.

you hadn't even realised the t shirt you were wearing had ridden up. enough to have your panties exposed. he was talking to you about the dance formations when all of a sudden you noticed the way his eyes kept lingering downwards.

so playfully you spread your legs open and closed them. you weren't being obvious. him on the other hand was captivated.

eyes locked onto your covered heat.

"minho." you called out. he looked back at your face so fast you wanted to laugh.

"hm?" he hummed out, casually walking out of the room, mumbling that he was going to shower.

when he did go for a bath, you pressed your ear against the door. a heat pooling in your lower abdomen at the sound of him jacking off.

"pfft and he says he can do without it" you muttered under your breath.

.

"you want my cunt so bad, don't you baby" you teased. loving the way he hid his face in the pillows beside you. it looked like he was throwing a tantrum.

"come onnn just put the collar on and then you can taste me-" you suggested, rubbing his back.

"no no no no no-" he chanted cutting you off mid sentence, voice muffled.

stubborn as hell. there was no possible way he would do it.

.

"was it that difficult, huh?" minho stared up at you with crazy eyes.

first of all, to get him on his knees was a hassle. and now he glared at you playfully. you let out a small laugh. he really looked like an angry kitten. the clip on cat ears and black collar around his neck made him look so soft.

"are you gonna be a goo-"

"just let me eat y-" you clicked your tongue. now he was really pissing you off. a bratty smile on his face. you just wanted to slap him.

"yes yes. now can i-"

"thats it. im done" you stood up, ready to leave. until you were pulled back. minho gripping your thighs. a look of guilt on his face.

"i'm sorry. i'll be good" he mumbled, a small pout emerging.

"promise?"

"hmmmm"

you sighed. you didn't trust him yet. so you took the leash out. his mouth opening and closing when you hooked it onto the collar. his eyes locked onto were you clutched the leash.

"wh-"

his original question turning into a breathy moan. his face plummeting between your legs.

inhaling your soaked panties for a good few seconds. before he lifted his head back up.

using his teeth to take off your panties. you could see the way his breath hitched upon seeing your cunt. it had been so long since. he saw your pussy. after days. up close. leaning in.

a firm tug to the collar. a small grunt leaving him.

"you think you can just get right into it?" you raised an eyebrow, looking down at him. he seemed to understand. his pride wouldn't let him. but reluctantly he asked.

"may i...please?"

you nodded. satisfied.

.

you gasped. fuck you hadn't even realised how much you missed his mouth on you. his tongue licking into your cunt.

nose deliciously rubbing against your clit. face practically buried there. you were worried he wouldn't be able to breathe.

so you held onto his collar, pulling him back.

"m-mmmh... i-ive been so good" he whined, breathing heavily. your essence and his spit staining his chin and nose.

you noticed he was hard. precum soaking into his sweatpants.

"don't think i didn't notice you humping my foot" you choked out.

pussy throbbing at the loss of contact. you needed his mouth back on you.

"couldn't h-help it, sorry" he apologised, keeping his head down. as if he didn't deserve it. you ran your hands through his hair, tucking a few strands behind his ear.

"its okay, kitten. use my leg, hm?" you reassured, closing your legs around his head.

"aahmmhh f-fuck" minho cried out. enveloped by your thighs. nevertheless taking the opportunity to slurp at your dripping cunt. lewd noises echoing throughout the room.

his hips slowly moving. beginning to grind against your foot. you unconciously pressed down on his cock.

a muffled whimper escaping him.

"you're such a slut, a-aren't you" you hissed out. his lips wrapped around your swollen clit. as he sucked. pushing his nose against your cunt. trying to take more than he could possibly handle.

"say it, baby. you're a slut.." he gasped, glassy eyes looking up at you. sweat dripping down his neck.

lips swollen and red.

"s-slut for...for your p-pussy" he repeated. begging to make you cum.

"dumb f-for your cunt only ahhh"

"please p-please c-cum m-mommy" your breath hitching at the name. you let him get back. cock begging for release.

"gonna cum?" you whimpered out, nearly your climax. his head shaking as he humped your leg desperately.

"c-come on kitty, make me cum"

you moaned loudly, his wet muscle shoved so deep inside of you. his own high pitched moan joining you. both of you cumming at the same time.

a wet patch on his pants. his hips still bucking as he let his tongue hang out. riding his climax out.

nevertheless he cleaned you up. licking and running his tongue through your folds. making sure to not waste a single drop of your tasty essence.

small little whines leaving him at your taste.

"my perfect kitty" you praised him. minho panting as he looked at you. pouting. asking for a kiss. his head resting against your thigh.

"good k-kitty?"

"did so good for me"

.

"yeah okay okay...im a hundred percent drunk on your damn pussy"

"AHAH SO I WON-"

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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Drunk Bucky wants uppies

Fluffy crack drabble. Bucky wants uppies.

He's drank the teams entire body weight in alcohol and he's never felt happier. His flushed cheeks almost hurt from the dopey grin he has on his face. He keeps giggling to and snickering to himself, twirling around the straw of a pink fruity drink, deciding it doesn't count as alcohol when it looks so pretty. He's basically drinking water, just as Steve instructed.

After a few more glasses of his spicy water, he stands up and immediately lands face flat onto the floor with a muffled -oof

His current state is more amusing than concerning; Steve and Sam howl with laugher at the super soldier who is currently making no effort to get up.

"You good tin man?"

"wanupy" His voice is muffled, mumbling something with his face still pressed to the soft carpet of the compound living room while you go over to kneel beside him to see how he's doing.

"What is it Buck" You whisper, carding your fingers through his soft locks, smiling at the way he hums, rolling around to flop on his back instead.

"Uppies" He looks at you with outstretched grabby hands, puppy eyes wide, hoping you'd scoop him right up and take him to his room. Never mind that he's over a foot taller and probably double your weight, he wants to be carried right now.

"Uppies?"

"Uppies" He nods with confidence, blinking and waiting patiently to be picked up while you giggle.

"Did he just say uppies?" Sam stares and Steve before looking back at the 6ft+ man acting like a baby on the floor. "The former Winter Soldier, scary assassin, the man that threw me off the edge of a building just said he wants uppies?"

"Yes. Yes he did" Steve ran a hand over his face, debating on helping or watching this play out. He decided on the latter.

"I can't carry you Buck, you're too heavy" You coo, running your finger over his pouty lips pulled into a frown.

"M'not heavy" Bucky huffed in offence, throwing an adorable tantrum, refusing to move. In all fairness, at this point he wasn't able to get up himself anyway. "Uppies please"

"Alright, c'mon punk" Steve snorted, getting up from the stool he was sitting at along with Sam, both men picking Bucky off the floor and walking towards the elevator.

"Fuckin' uppies, how much do you weigh" Sam grunted while Bucky let out a sleepy yawn, his head resting on Steve's shoulder. Both men waited for you to open the door before helping him into bed.

"Wan cuddles" Bucky mumbled, reaching out for you to join him with his best pout.

"Okay I'm out, cuddles is where I draw the line" Sam playfully pushed you into Bucky's outstretched arms while Steve threw you a wink, both men softly closing the door behind them leaving you two alone.

"You want cuddles?" You whispered, squeaking when Bucky flipped you onto your back with ease, deciding to use you like a human pillow.

"Cuddles" He nodded, quickly falling asleep afterwards, blissfully unaware that Sam would never let him live this moment down.

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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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Kiyoomi Sakusa who is an absolute emotional drunk. He didn't want to go to dinner tonight but his manager already put him on the reservation list for the celebratory dinner. Of course you accompanied him as his plus one, but boy did he get drunk only after a few drinks.

He was less willing to answer questions and scowling way more than usual too. "Hey Omi! Those were some nice serves earlier!!" Hinata praises and Kiyoomi doesn't say anything, he just glares at his teammate. Did I mention he's clinging onto you like a sloth? His arms are wrapped around you and his face is buried in your neck. He wants to go home.

"Sorry about him Hinata, I think he's ready to go home..." Hinata nods enthusiastically as you say Kiyoomi's goodbyes for him and haul him out of the restaurant to his car. He suddenly out of no where grumbles, "I don't like the way that waiter was looking at you."

"'yoomi what are you talking about? He wasn't even looking at me." He reluctantly gets into the passenger seat. He's acting like a toddler the way a pout braces his face and he has his arms crossed.

"Yuh huh. He was eyeing you like I wasn't right there. I had to stop myself from punching that bastard." This overly emotional state of his has you giggling to yourself because you know if you were to giggle too loud he would think you were making fun of him.

"Well, it's alright now, he's not looking at me anymore." You assure him. You close his car door and run over to the driver side to make sure you two make it back to the apartment safely.

"I'm the only one who can look at you." He concludes from this whole ordeal. "That's not fair to anyone but you, Kiyo." He sighs dramatically and you think he's been spending a little too much time with a specific blond that he claims to hate.

"I don't care if it's fair. You're mine." No more words are spoken of him so you look over to check on him. Only to find his head pressed up against the window with his eyelids closed. His breaths are even and he sleeps peacefully. You cherish how cute he looks because you know as soon as he wakes he's going to be complaining about how his hair is flattened on the side that was pressed up against the window.

#he's so cute i love him #i just know if you tell him that he's starting to act like tsumu he'll go batshit crazy #nothing beats emotional drunk people #they're so cute #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa haikyuu #sakusa fluff #haikyu x reader #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa drabble #haikyuu drabbles

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wqnwoos · 4 months

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[voicemail from vernon, 00:02am] hey, uh, it’s me! just calling to say happy new year, i guess. i know you’re probably asleep, or like, out with friends or something, i don’t know, but — i was just thinking of you. which is weird, right? i started my year thinking of you? maybe it’s not weird. i don’t know. i’m not sure how to say what i want to say — i think — maybe i can show you? next time you’re around. or when i’m around. oh god, did that sound sleazy? it wasn’t supposed to be sleazy. i didn’t mean it… sleazy. just — you know what, just, happy new year. i really hope you have a great one. i hope i get to be there for it all, too. but — yeah. i’ll see you soon.

#vernon fluff #hansol fluff #vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #i wanted to make this a full drabble originally but i think i kind of like it like this? it’s super different to how i normally write #just wanted to like. get it out. it was just rotting in my brain #anyway inspired very loosely by a drunk voicemail my friend sent me on new years!! i love her

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supernaturalfreewill · 7 months

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"Come on, Sam," you laughed, wrapping an arm around his back and did your best to steady his towering frame.

"Where we going?" he asked, his words slurring together a little comically.

"You're going to bed. Come on," you said. "You had too much to drink at the bar." At that moment, you paused and thought about how unusual that was, for Sam to drink enough that he was thoroughly drunk. "Why did you drink so much tonight, anyway?" you asked, grabbing the room key out of his jacket pocket and quickly unlocking the door.

He stood still, his shoulders more slumped than usual, and gave you a long look as you held the door open for him. "Sam?" Your eyebrow quirked up in a question.

He smiled at you, a dopey drunk, sleepy smile. You grinned back. "You're beautiful," he said all of a sudden, wavering a little where he stood.

You blushed furiously and laughed it off, rushing over to steady him again and usher him inside. "You're drunk," you asserted. "Come on. Let's get you inside." He obeyed your shepherding and flopped down onto the bed on his back, his eyes closed and his legs sticking out over the side of the bed, boots still on,

"I am drunk," he mused. His eyes opened and he looked down at you as you tugged his shoes off. "And in the morning when I'm sober—" he sighed and watched you straighten up, looking down at him now with a curious expression. "—when I'm sober you'll still be beautiful. I jus' won't be brave enough to tell you..." His words were slurred and sleepy, and by the end his eyes had closed again and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable on the mattress.

You were left staring at him, your heart fit to burst as it raced in your chest, wondering if it was possible you'd heard him right at all.

#sam winchester fluff #drunk!sam #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester drabbles #sam imagines #sammy the moose #spn fluff #supernatural #spn imagines

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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I feel like König is determined to make his partner squirt. Like straight up craves it. Wants to get EVERYTHING he can out of them and won’t stop!!!

König is a pleasure dom. You can;t convince me otherwise. Sorry not sorry

When you had confessed it to him, you had gotten a glimpse of his eyes. The shadows of the hood had obscured the surprise there- shocked, curious, dark.

“I’ve never squirted before.”

König was a soldier, first and foremost. He followed orders with little question, dedicated himself to duty, unflinching in his mission. Yet when you had entered his life that focus had shifted, twisting on its axis so it included you.

Your courtship had been a gentle, entreating thing. His words were always quiet but direct, a soft confession spoken in the shadows of a safehouse, in the shade of a ruined building. He was endlessly tender with you, as if afraid that any sudden movements would startle you from him like a deer in the glade, seeing nothing but your fleeing figure vanishing into the distance. It had taken time to convince him otherwise, and now König revered you, devoted himself to you less as something unattainable and more as something to win, to conquer.

So, when you confessed this to him, he had dedicated himself like any soldier would. He had consulted, researched, obtained supplies, logistics, and strategy until he was certain.

He waited until you were both on deployment, quiet and reserved until he’d taken you back to the shabby, sparsely furnished pace he called his home. Crowding you into the entryway, fingers fastening themselves on your pants, his words seizing at the core of you.

“Tonight.” he told you, and his words left no question. An order, an irrefutable statement with little room for error.

That had been hours ago.

He’s split you on his cock, taking his time to make sure you can accommodate his absurd girth and length. Yet he doesn’t thrust, doesn’t budge despite the seeping, scorching clutch of you around him. It’s enough that he’s inside you, at least for now. It’s enough because he’s bent over you, chest rising and falling rapidly as one hand braces above your head and the other rubs frantically at your clit. He’s gasping encouragements into your ears, desperate queries as to what it takes to make you fulfill that prophecy you spoke of.

“Like this?” He asks, and you’re gasping, eyes glazed over and finding his but unseeing as you search for that thing buried deep inside you, the one he seeks with such undeniable fervor.

“Y-yes.” You tell him, even though you aren’t completely sure, blissed out on the absurd stretch of him inside you. Your legs are trembling, calves pressed up on either side of his head. He never took the hood off, too keen and desperate to ensure your own release, to speak his promise into existence. “Harder.”

It’s not enough. You can feel the glimpses of it in the distance, but it’s a small wave compared to the tsunami he’s seeking. The force of it isn’t enough to drag you out to sea, to make sure you flood the length of him, drowning you both.

He can tell. He’s ever attuned to your body, strung as finely as the weapons in his hands.

“It’s okay, Leibling.” He murmurs, and you catch his eyes once more, glinting in the dimness of his bedroom. The sheets spool and tangle under both your forms, clenched just tightly as all the nerve endings in your body, singing for release.

He stretched past you, his mammoth reach grazing against the bedside table before he retrieves an object that seems absurdly small in his hands.

“This will help.” He tells you, and you catch a single moment of auditory buzz before the vibrator pulses against your clit and you arch into him with a cracked broken cry.

“Shhh.” He hushes, and there’s a hand petting your hair even as you pulse and thrash under him. “I’ve got you, Leibling. Almost there.”

The inertia of it threatens your senses. It’s almost too much and yet still not enough. You need more, need him.

“König.” You gasp, and the world is faded around you to obscurity. There’s no war here, no rapid pop of gunfire, or flashbangs or slickened slice of bloody flesh. Only him, only you, only your building, unfurling release that builds at the core of you where he’s buried deep inside. “N-need you to move. Please-!”

Your plea is broken off as he resumes his thrusts in gentle, rolling motions that pierce at the heart of you, grinding against the brightness that you so desperately want to unleash.

“Harder.”

He fulfills your request with little protest, hips drawing backward and setting a steady, unflinching pace that drags at your walls, batters at the helm of you even as he presses the vibrator down.

“Maus, Maus.” He whispers, and you open your eyes, fixate on his gaze. There’s something you’ve hardly seen there before- an intent, an obsession that feels almost unhinged, with your bare form squirming and arching and gasping under him, desperate for the thing he’s yet to give you.

“Schön.” He mutters, only to himself, and his eyes are hardly seeing as they gaze down at your face, slack, eyes barely seeing as he draws you ever closer to your climax.

He shifts then, forces his cock at just the right angle and you sing to him then, voice crying a high note forced from your throat as he bludgeons at just the right angle. He finds it again, then again, his aim ever true, the strength of him unflinching.

“There.” He tells you, and it’s enough, just enough to send you spiraling over the edge and into completion. Your voice is a scream you don’t hear as you arch impossibly high, driving him deeper just as something warm and liquid spills from you, coating you both in molten desire.

He’s still murmuring down at you as you come down, hand tangled with yours, trying to draw you back to him.

“Good.” He tells you, incapable of saying little else. “Good, Maus. Let me take care of you. It will be good, I promise. I promise.”

You can’t deny him. You’ve never been able to. You never will.

#König #könig x reader #könig x y/n #konig x reader #könig imagine #18+#minors dni #smut #this was unhinged sorry #In my defense im desperately drunk #thursday night thots #drabbles

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starbandit · 20 days

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Jungkook - spanking kink

jungkook cant help himself. you cant say no to him either.

when he tells you his biggest fantasy is seeing his handprint on your ass, you cant say no. you find it hot, his way of marking you in only the way he can see.

so when he bends you over his knee, panties pulled down over your ass, you cant help but be excited. you grow wet at every smack. the feeling of his large hand making contact with your ass sends shivers down your spine.

you can feel him growing harder with every second, his dick standing taller with every smack. his handprint is definitely going to be visible over the next few days, you cant deny that. every smack sends you further into submission and even wetter than before.

jungkook cant help but grip your ass even harder as the spanks go on. he loves the way your ass jiggles as his hand makes contact, the sounds you make as you beg for him to fuck you. it drives him absolutely insane.

#jungkook smut #ask #answered #jungkook drabble #my writing #im so fucking drunk im so sorry anon

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avonne-writes · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/744097471832129536/once-just-once-buck-agrees-to-drink-alcohol-and

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW BUCKY WOULD REACT TO THIS?

It took all of Bucky's charms to convince Gale to drink with them on Bucky’s 25th birthday. He begged and pleaded and cajoled him with his best puppy dog eyes until that half-suppressed smile appeared on Gale's face, and he said. "Suppose I can stomach one glass."

So, they went to the nearest bar in town with all the other cadets who had a weekend pass. Bucky got them both a stiff drink, and they clinked glasses before throwing them back, to the cheers of Bucky's friends. Well, Bucky threw it back. Gale gave it a long look, then took about half a sip.

Bucky could see him shudder, his plump lips purse. He leaned back against the bar, his elbows on the counter, and snorted a laugh. "I can take it off your hands if you don’t like it."

Gale just gave him a glance from the corner of his eye, then poured the whole thing down his throat. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he put his glass down, probably fighting nausea. He turned and put his palms flat on the bar as if to steady himself as the burning liquid settled in his stomach.

Bucky nodded at him, trying and failing to hold back a grin. "Look at you."

It was hard to tell in the bar's warm light, but Gale's cheeks seemed pink already. He blinked at his empty glass, then looked at Bucky and smiled as though he thought something was very funny. "Happy birthday."

Bucky's grin widened. He squeezed Gale's shoulder, then turned to gesture for the barkeep. "Another one for me and a ginger beer for my friend."

-

Bucky was on his third drink and just about starting to feel the buzz of it in his limbs when he noticed Gale watching him. They were seated in a booth by then, trapped in the corner by all the other guys who came to celebrate with them. Their friends were trying to outyell each other as they all fought to tell the same story to a pair of hapless girls they managed to invite to the table. So no one paid any attention when Bucky turned to look at Gale and found him looking back. For a moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, then Gale averted his and smiled. Again, as if the world around him was the most amusing thing ever. He was flushed, his blue eyes shiny.

Bucky's lips curled into a wide grin. "Feeling good?" He asked. When Gale tried to control his smile and failed to wipe it off his face, he laughed. "Got you good, didn't it?"

Gale rubbed at his forehead and leaned against Bucky's side. His gaze lacked its usual sharp gleam and his hand moved in less measured gestures than usual - he was completely buzzed. "I'm fine."

"I can see that." Bucky chuckled. The fact that Gale was a lightweight didn't surprise him at all. Originally, he had thought that maybe he could get a few more drinks in him, but seeing him after only one, he knew that sticking to ginger beer for the rest of the night would probably be for the best. "Do you need some air?"

Gale shook his head. Then, Bucky felt it - under the table, Gale's fingers were hooked into the belt of his uniform. Who knew when they found their way there. They clung to him as he leaned back in his seat, and Gale’s shoulders followed to find his again. A muscle twinged in Bucky's chest. His grin faded into something more muted as he studied Gale's flaming face, the way his smile dug deeper lines into his cheek whenever he glanced in Bucky's direction from the corner of his eyes, the way he bowed his head, and the shadows his eyelashes cast.

He couldn't resist, he bumped his knuckles lightly against Gale's cheek. It felt hot to the touch. The gesture made Gale snicker, then hide his face behind his free hand as he often did when he didn't want to draw attention to his laugh. With butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Bucky slid his arm behind Gale, palm coming to rest warmly on Gale's shoulder. He felt his own face heat up when, instead of staying still as usual, Gale leant his whole weight into the embrace as if he was starving for it. He even tipped his head back to rest it on Bucky’s arm. His hand slipped to Bucky's thigh.

Bucky looked around, but none of their friends seemed to notice. Most of them were also well on their way to drunkenness. Only he was running behind, it seemed. A situation he couldn't say he was familiar with, but given the state Gale was in, he thought that was a lucky thing. He leaned in to whisper into Gale's ear.

"Do you wanna leave?"

Gale closed his eyes, still smiling, then nodded. That was all Bucky needed. With some effort, he managed to extricate them out of the booth, crawling over some of the guys, who shoved at him playfully before getting up to let Gale out too. Gale moved slowly, with the caution of someone who was doing his best not to appear drunk, but if someone knew him well enough, the abundance of joy in his expression was a dead giveaway. Buck Cleven wasn't prone to smiling at nothing or to moving his gaze back and forth between Bucky and the rest of the bar instead of keeping it fixed on one thing. Bucky pretended to be drunker than he was just to have an excuse to throw his arm around Gale. He started singing, and felt Gale's arm squeeze tight around his waist.

"Buck, you gotta do something before we all go deaf!" One of the guys called out to raucous laughter. Gale snickered again, clinging to Bucky a bit harder, then he started pushing Bucky towards the door.

"I'm coming back for that dice game, Bill!" Bucky pointed at them, and they all waved their arms at him to just leave already so that they could continue trying to woo the girls.

He and Gale made it outside in a few minutes.

They stumbled into a dark alley nearby, where Gale tugged at the lapels of Bucky's uniform until Bucky kissed him. His lips parted pliantly for Bucky's tongue, and he tasted so sweet that for a moment, Bucky thought he might get drunk on it too. It was a nice, languid kiss. Bucky could have pushed for more but he forced himself to pull back, because he had a feeling that a back-alley romp wasn't what Gale was actually being so needy for, and he could tell that he was right when the first thing Gale did when they parted was to drop his head to Bucky's shoulder.

When Bucky slid his hands up Gale's arms to his back to hug him, he wrapped his own arms around Bucky's waist. He sighed as the embrace closed around him.

They stayed like that for so long that Bucky thought Gale might have fallen asleep standing. But as he tried to pull away, the arms around him tightened.

Bucky breathed in deep. "You wanna sleep in my room tonight?" And this time, that was all he meant, sleep. He could sneak Gale into his hotel room, and they could cuddle as much as Gale needed.

Gale took a deep breath too and straightened up. He let Bucky go to rub at his own face. "Sorry about that." He cleared his throat. A frown formed between his eyebrows. It seemed that he was sobering up. "No, I'll be all right. You go back. It’s your birthday after all. I think I will - go find a ride back to base."

"I'm not going back without you."

Gale looked at him. Even in the dim light, Bucky could tell that his eyes weren't quite clear yet, but some of the haze was gone. "I need a few more minutes."

Bucky leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette. With his free hand, he reached out to hold Gale's. He was pleased when Gale didn't pull away. "I can wait."

Gale watched him wordlessly with that tipsy little smile on his face until Bucky finished his cigarette. When the last of it burnt down, Bucky threw the stub away and stepped into Gale's space again. He gave him a chaste kiss.

Gale bumped his forehead to his, then moved away. "I'm not drinking another one."

Bucky laughed and pushed him towards the main street. "Why not?"

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #ummm this became a whole thing #i think i should create a drabble collection on ao3 #drunk!gale

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Hi! I am very much inspired by your latest tipsy reader drabble and then I was a reel and now i have this in my head:

Drunk!reader infront of an audience of Rhaenyra’s kids and the Hightower siblings: You know, it's true that they say about skinny tall men. They do have bi-

Aemond, having had enough of his lovely wife's drunk confessions at the wrong places: *literally picks her up and leaves*

(This amazing Aemond x Alys art by @mentoskova)

Everyone:

Aegon:

Very proud of himself to get reader that drunk

Bahaha i am enjoying myself too much lmao

Hahaha Aemond is just that SpongeBob meme of aight I'm headin out. But with wife over his shoulder and she's just like "no put me down you ruffian" haha

#aegon is always proud to be a terrible influence on her #aemond imagine #drunk drabble #ask: hawke #aemond targaryen

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of-mutts-and-men · 5 months

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Lord please send a big soft hunk behind me to fuck into me while my cock drags against the bed sheets amen. My hole is so usable and no one using it. :(

#drunk drabble

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fluffylino · 5 months

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seungmin being drunk on eating you out.

pussy drunk seungmin who takes every chance he gets to taste you. his eyes getting all sparkly and big when you deny him.

you'd remember how it had all started when he wanted to try out face sitting. at first being very hesitant until he actually got the feeling.

the feeling of not being able to breathe. your pussy leaking all over his mouth and nose.

had he really been missing out on the good stuff? how could he let it all go to waste?

he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to eat you out and make you cum. he'll make you cum over and over again until you actually have to tug a handful of his hair to pull him back.

he's the type to walk in behind you when your leaning against the counter.

an innocent smile on his face and his not so innocent hand slipping down your pants. before you can even utter another word, he's on his knees. fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.

sometimes you'd wake up feeling completely dazed. an unexplainable sensation. but its all explainable when you see his head between your legs. face buried in your cunt. seungmin doesn't even try to hide how desperate he is.

you worry about how he'd breath when you can feel his nose rubbing against your clit harshly while his tongue is all over the place. licking you completely. swallowing whatever he can take.

"seungmin..hah-" you'd whine, closing your thighs around his head. he'd moan, panting against you. he'd want you to do that. so he could get breathless and only smell your sex. your essence. seungmin wants you to push his mouth against your cunt. use him for your pleasure. make him your toy. your bitch.

"what is this for?"

seungmin smiled, unbuckling the thick collar and fastening it around his neck. 'puppy engraved into the light blue collar in gold.

"so you can control my pace"

by now you had figured he knew your pussy from the inside and out. his tongue finding all your spots in quick successions.

other times he'd make a peace sign and stick his tongue through it playfully when y'all were in public. just to tease you.

.

"i just don't understand how people can be so stupid" you frustratedly, holding your head in your hands. today was a bad day. everything was pissing you off.

"couldn't you wait until i was done ranting?" you sighed out airily. looking at the boy who was sitting on his knees, lazily mouthing at your heat. he locked eyes with you, obviously not hearing what you asked him.

"kim seungmin." you hissed out, tugging the chain that was attached to his collar.

he jerked forward, a whiny 'sorry' leaving him.

#fluffylino works #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #kim seungmin hard hours #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #kim seungmin imagines #seungmin imagines #puppy seungmin #sub!seungmin #sub!stray kids #sub seungmin #pussy drunk seungmin #bang chan smut #hwang hyunjin smut #lee minho smut

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Drunk Bucky

Drunk babie Bucky who has no idea how to act around you, harbouring the biggest crush known to man. He’s managed to hide everything but that pink blush on his cheeks is nothing but a traitor.

With you, he’s nothing but respectful and polite; the most physical contact he’s had with you is a one armed hug on your birthday.

Except now.

He stumbled in with Steve, eyes sparkling, skin flushed, a goofy grin on his face. He keeps giggling to himself and no one has any idea why; Steve is just happy they made it back in one piece.

“Someone had too much to drink” Steve snorted while Bucky gasped, absolutely offended.

How dare his bestfriend say such a thing.

“Noooo. Bucky would never have enough to drink Bucky’s’not drunk-oof!” Bucky tripped over his own feet, landing face flat on the floor, letting out a muffled groan as you rush towards him.

“Oh my god, Bucky!”

“lil bunny” he snickers as he peels his face off the floor, coming face to face with your bunny slippers “s’cute” he slurs, batting one of the ears with his hand. “N’fluffy. S’a fluffy lil bunny”

He continued to swat at your slippers while you try to hold in your laugh, bending down to get an arm over your shoulder while Steve tries to haul him up.

“C’mom big guy, let’s get you up” You try to pull him off the ground but he whines instead. He lets out a disgruntled huff, already quite comfy on the compound floor, his comfy bed can wait. You manage to get him on his knees, though he’s still swaying, flopping forward. letting his face smush against your stomach. You gasp, your face heating up while Steve snorts, throwing his hands up, more curious to see how the rest of Bucky’s antics unfold.

“So soft” he practically purrs into your tummy, rubbing his face against your PJ shirt.

“Bu-”

“And warm”

“James”

“S’my name doll, sounds pretty when you say it’ll” His hands sneak up to wrap around your waist so he can hug you close and steady himself, swaying with his eyes closed.

The sound of a camera clicking breaks you away from the 6 foot baby clinging onto you, Steve quickly shoving his phone back into his pocket, innocently staring off at nothing. You shake your head, gently patting Bucky’s hair, the super solider looking up at you with puppy eyes, his chin still resting on your stomach.

“How about we get you to bed Buck, you need your sleep”

“Don’t wanna go to bed” He let out a yawn, sleepily rubbing his eyes, trying to will the drowsiness away.

“Why not bub” You coo, unable to resist the way he was so much like a baby right now, itching to kiss his pouty little face.

“Wanna talk to you” He shrugged, letting you take his hands in yours and get him to his feet.

“Okay, how about we go to your room, get you ready for bed and then talk?” You lead him to the elevator and push the button to your floor, keeping a steady arm around him while he leans against you, no thanks to Steve who insisted he had to make poptarts that very second.

“No” He pouts when you stop in front of his door, shuffling and holding your hand tighter, his eyes peeking at your room instead.

“Do you want to sleep in my room?” You offer with a smile, giggling at the way his eyes light up, nodding as soon as the words left your mouth.

“C’mon” You tug him along and sit him down on your bed. You promise you won’t disappear into thin air when you leave him to grab some of his clothes, clumsily getting him into some sweats before letting him lay down.

He looked so at peace, curled up on your pillow, softly snoring while you held yourself back from wrapping him up in your arms.

“You’re so cute” you whisper, more to yourself but he hears it loud and clear, suddenly sitting up right and pulling you onto his lap.

“Y’think I’m cute?” He looked at you wide eyed, sleep now completely gone, his attention fully on what you just said.

“I do” You giggle, carding your hands through his hair while he nuzzles into your palm. “The cutest” You coo while he pulls you closer so he can bury his face into your neck, letting out a content sigh.

“M’the cutest?”

“Absolutely, the cutest” you nod while he pulls you again, this time so you’d both lay down with his arms around your waist and his head on your chest.

“So cute, my Bucky” You rub soft circles onto his back while he blushes more, hitching a leg over you while snuggling more.

“M’your Bucky?”

“You’re my Bucky”

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salsakiyoomi · 9 months

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"i want to get married."

iwaizumi's head snaps up at your statement his attention diverted from his phone to you and his brows furrow in confusion "what?"

"i want to get married." you repeat yourself again, leaning back against the couch cushions and throwing your legs over the armrest.

iwaizumi scoffs, a confused smile on his face "this is the last joke, right?" he questions, frowning down at you as you're looking up at him — it's a bit late into the afternoon, but too early for you to start saying nonsense since you've always been so adamant about not getting married.

you roll your eyes at him, "no." and iwaizumi's frown deepens, "are you okay?" he asks.

you scowl at him "the hell's that supposed to mean?"

he shrugs, his gaze turning back to his screen "just...you're being weird again."

"you're so rude and for what." you huff, rolling your eyes again, you cross your arms, now staring at the ceiling above, "i want to get married, haji."

"can't help you with that." he's still scrolling through his phone, not paying much mind to you.

"i want to have like, a las vegas wedding." you say, and iwaizumi turns off his phone — now you've captured his attention since he stares at you as if you've grown two head, you grin at his expression and iwaizumi assumes the worst — is it that you're suggesting you want to go to las vegas? it is only a four hour drive from california after all.

"a las vegas wedding?" iwaizumi questions as if making sure he heard you correctly.

"yeah like, you know, the ones in those casinos?" you gesture around with your hands as if to emphasize your point, "like i wanna throw on a white dress — but like, not the puffy ones, like a party dress, sequins and glitter one — or you know what, actually, a puffy dress would be awesome." you ramble on, iwaizumi's looking down at you, amused, "anyway, what i'm saying is that i wanna get absolutely hammered, throw on a white dress and get married in vegas."

iwaizumi snorts, "who you gonna get married to?"

"i don't know." you shrug, you reposition yourself now so that your head is laying in his lap and you look up at him, grinning mischievously, "you."

iwaizumi's eyes slightly widen, the tips of his ears turning pink and he groans, pushing you off of him, "you're so weird." he may have pushed you a little too hard that you fell off the couch with a dull thud.

he tries to ignore his skipped heartbeat as your laughter echoes through the living and iwaizumi's hand is curled at his mouth to hide his smile, "come on." you chide, "you know — say, we do get married in vegas, technically then, you'll only be married in vegas."

iwaizumi frowns, "that's not true, who told you that?" you're looking up at him with an entertained smile on your face, "you know, it's way too easy get married in vegas, right? why do you think so many people get married accidentally when they're drunk?"

iwaizumi scoffs, and leans back on the couch, arms crossed — it was a calm afternoon on his day off until you started on with your marriage shit, but unfortunately ( fortunately ) for him, you were his best friend, and roommate, so he had to put up with it, even if he has to pretend to be annoyed sometimes.

he says, "i really hope one day you'll finally mature enough that you stop saying weird shit all of the time."

you laugh, "you're just jealous you can't be as creative as me." iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching as you get up from the ground and walk closer to him, too close actually that your face is right up his, "but it's fine, i'll get that vegas wedding one day."

you laugh, drawing back away from him and iwaizumi looks away, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "yeah, dream on."

you hum in response, and with the way your gaze seems to be a bit too distant, iwaizumi assumes you've gone off on to your own little world now, you're no longer looking at him, instead staring at the tv that has a spanish show playing that neither of you understand, but he knows you're not listening when he mumbles a soft, "maybe even a real wedding." under his breath.

#the roommates to lovers agenda ♡#yeah baby roommate iwa is back 💪💪#finally wrote something for my beey biteable man i love him sm #y'all remember when ross and rachel got married in vegas while they were drunk and couldn't remember abt it in the morning #maybe i'll do a part two for this by that 💀#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi drabbles #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader

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skybear007 · 7 months

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Drinking with post war levi on the balcony of his apartment. Neither of you understood that his infamous liquor tolerance was tied to his ackerman bloodline, so he is buzzed after yall share half a bottle of whiskey.

It's quiet for a moment, you're staring at the stars reminiscing about how you two used to sit on rooftops and imagine what the world was like outside the walls.

You turn to face levi, who has been staring at you this whole time, and he gives you the biggest, dopiest grin you've ever seen him wear. His cheeks are flushed pink! And he's sunken back into his chair, legs spread like he doesn't have a care in the world.

You smile!! A little confused and flustered yourself, and ask what he's staring at.

"You," he says. "You're pretty."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #no bc i think drunk levi is goofy and clingy #and he has even less of a filter than he does when sober #like drunk levi is just adorable and i must protect hin #sloppy levi drabbles

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