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moviesstoriesandbooks · 1 month

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Afterwards Chay wakes up in his apartment with a massive headache .But it's the tense bliss deep , deep in his bones , which he brings to the forefront by taking an advil.

He tries to remember what had happened last night , but only gets till his brief excuses to the interested seniors who were eyeing openly, so he could get more of the free cocktails and jump around with his friends .

The stains on the sheets and the satisfied hum of his lower muscles give evidence to his lost virginity. It was a guy. He fucked sone guy he met at a party and had no idea who it was. What if it was his classmate? Or worse yet ......

What in hell would he do if it was a senior???

Problems for another day , he was already late to his morning lecture. Pulling out the sheets that were stained red at some places , he wondered if he should get new ones in the meantime.

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Fresher's day and beach activities brought out more of Chay's talents. P'Roni was eyeing him up and down when he picked dare again and again - danced , carried one of his buddies bridal style , did handstand for 2 minutes and acted out as the possessive lead of a new drama.

Chay still didn't know . Was it P'Roni who spent the night with him? Did he remember it and was that why he felt his eyes on him all the time?

All of these thoughts came to a standstill when Kim walked into the glow of the campfire light.

As midnight approached and drinks flowed freely , music swelled and tensions mounted , Chay could feel , inspite of the haziness of the alcohol coursing through his body , how Kim was watching him.

Did he expect him to run and hide? To fade away to some corner or cry pathetically to cope? Fuck that. Kim wasn't going to drive him away from his own fresher's party. He would be treated as just any other senior . Nothing less , definitely nothing more.

Chay kept singing out loud with his friends , laughing and having fun , as one should , leaving Kim withdrawn and hunched by the fire , staring longingly , the bitemarks from days before tingling , making him shiver even in the warm breeze. The famous P'Wik had appearances to keep , helped only by the fragile smile plastered on his face , while his mind looped around thoughts of how a particular pair of eyes had looked at him that night . How those fingers strumming the guitar now , had made him moan uncontrollably when they pinched , rolled and rubbed out rolls of pleasure off of his chest , how those legs were working overtime to press and grind onto the place deep within him where he needed it the most. Or how those full lips and pearly teeth had painted his entire thighs purple and blue , that he had to pick full trousers instead of his favoured beach shorts.

Why did Chay seem so unaffected? Didn't he remember?

Was it only him who was reminded of it everytime he moved , every time he looked at himself in the mirror , or had to button up his shirt fully to the neck ???

#kimchay #imagines #is this what the kids call #drabbles #kinnporche the series #kimhan theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #first times #college au after the big fight and no reunion #the union was drunken and Chay doesn't remember much #yet.#thai drama #thai boys love series #kinnporsche #thailand #thai bl series #asian lbgtq dramas #jeff satur #be on cloud

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boredzillenial · 11 months

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Do thing with miguel ohara where reader is drunk and accidentally says “dont tell this to anyone but i have huge crush on miguel” not knowing that reader was confessing to miguel

Aww Nonn this is adorable! Imma tweak it just a tad but I hope you still enjoy!

Word Count: 517

You stumble across the lobby at Spider HQ as Jessica J. attempts to stop you. “This isn’t a great idea Y/N please.” She warns.

“Jessica, ivehadit with his bullshit.” You slur “Imma givhim a piece of this.” You go to flex but it ends up more like an awkward pose.

“You’re funeral.” Jessica throws her hands up and walks away as you stalk toward Miguel’s “office”. As you enter, you see the platform he like to keep high off the floor appears empty.

“Where are you?!” You yell and it’s only the sound of your own voice in response. Maybe, if you hadn’t been as intoxicated as you were your spider sense would’ve alerted you of a presence off in the darkness. “Miguellll.” You coo in a singsong voice.

“You stupid, tall, hot, brooding…” you begin to list off a mixture of compliments and obscenities as you clumsily web your way up to his floating platform. You land with a thud and attempt to decipher the dozen screens flashing information, security camera feed and alternate dimension information but your eyes begin to cross at the lights. “Fuck how does he look at these all day.” You rub your eyes and plop down against one of the desks.

“Where are you, you big strong fucker!” You yell into the perceived emptiness. “You… you… caked-up asshat!” You began to grow even bolder as the release of anger and frustration into Miguel’s “empty” office began lifting a weight off your shoulders you hadn’t realized felt quite so heavy.

You looked around on the monitors and one in particular caught your eye. It was a smaller monitor with a repeating video and profile up on the edge of the platform. It showed Miguel’s biggest regret, images of him and a daughter. “He looks so happy…” you whisper as you lean out to touch the screen. “I wanna make him that happy…” you fought against a frown as you closed your eyes and look away from the screen.

“I could ya know!” You shout into the void. “I could make him so happy.” You slump down in a chair with your head in your hands. “Agghhh why would this fucking crush go away!!” You scream into your hands. Weeks of angry flirting, pushing his buttons, nosing into his business has only intensified your crush on Miguel. At this point it felt like the loneliness of having someone so close to you daily but not having them in that way was going to break you. You fought back tears as you continued to confess in your tipsy state.

You shake your head, stand, and march back over to the previous monitor. Placing your hand onto the screen. “Lyla, don’t tell anyone about what I said alright?” You slur as you realize his AI assistant was probably hearing every word you said.

“A little late for that don’t you think?” A husky voice spoke from behind the monitor. As you focused your gaze to look beyond the repeating images on the screen you could see exactly who had been listening in this whole time.

Masterlist

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #my asks #drunken confessions #squint and you may see him

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h0w4m1h3r3 · 1 year

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can I get uhhhh...

drunken confession with dust and killer?

Ofc!! I didn't know if you wanted them at the same time so thas what I did-

TW/CW: short, alcohol, stupid end, swearing, l-bomb

Reader notes: swears alot, drinks, gender neutral

2nd person

Laying your head down on the bar, you breathed deeply and sniffed a bit. You had some new bar buddies, one on either side of you.

One of them, the one on your right patted your back.

"Y'know, I just love 'em sooooo much. And, and, I-I just can'tell 'em." You sniffed more and the man to the right of you kept rubbing your back. "The're so great an' I don' wanna ruin the friendship. I like both of 'em too, I don' wan' 'em ta think Imma slut or somethin'."

"i'm sure they won't. they probably love you back." The one to your left finally spoke.

"Naw, it's killer 'n' dust. Real tough guys. Ya know 'em?"

Both hummed in affirmation.

"Don' tell 'em tho'. They're awesome but real assholes too."

"you should tell 'em yourself. I know 'em pretty well, they do like ya. Alot." The one massaging circles into your back spoke this time.

"Alrig' funny mannnn. I don' believe ya one bit. I'm no' a fuckin' idiot..."

The shouting and music got louder suddenly. Your head spun and nothing made sense.

The throbbing of your head woke you up with a start. You were exhausted. Basically dead. Opening just one eye made the headache worse, the light from the window stinging your dry eyes. You let out a long groan.

"rise 'n' shine sleepyhead. I'm all for a nap but you've been out almost thirteen hours now."

Killer!

"wha... what..?" What was killer doing in my house

"you crashed at my place with dust last night. better be thankful we kept ya outta trouble or ya might be in someone else's bed."

Did you sleep with him!?

The fear must have shown on your face because he assured you nothing happened other than you being an idiot.

Idiot...

It all came rushing back.

Shit.

Mother of all buttcheeks.

In your drunken stupor you confessed to them. Your 'new bar buddies' were killer and dust.

"Shit, killer 'm sorry. Didn', I was drunk. Fuck." Your voice wavered and probably gave your fear away.

"so, ya didn' mean all that." Killer said in a 'knew it' kinda tone.

"Fuck, what did I say..." You whispered, but then quickly corrected yourself. "Ya know what, don' tell me, I don' wanna know."

"you confessed your love to us about some idiots named killer and dust. said you didn' want them to think you were a slut."

Fuuuuuccckkkk

"I'm sorry-" you began, but we're cut off.

"i don't think you're a slut. neither does dust." He paused for a moment before continuing. "we love you too. wow. l-bomb." He paused again. "it's true though."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off first.

"killer, if you are fucking pulling my leg I will torture you to death."

"c'mon, let's go to subway. for lunch. dusty's favourite."

#killer sans x reader #dust sans x reader #sans au #Utmv #drunken confessions #polyamory #Idk man #Drabble #Fluff #Readz needs a hug #From killer and dust #Specifically

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addrieana · 1 year

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Isagi×Reader,Rin×Reader,Nagi×Reader,Reo×Reader

Mild swears

Not Proofread

This is how I think blue lock character will act when drunk.

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Isagi Yoichi

he's the type that would admit that he's drunk and smile sheepishly at you telling you you're so beautiful and pretty. Mumble to himself why you're so gorgeous and kind, honestly I think that he would be the type that would just suddenly confess when drunk because he can't do so sober without blushing furiously and would want to hide faraway.

Itoshi Rin

This guy would rather die that admit he's drunk, even though it's so obvious. Like he would just blurt out random things and say what he's thinking, along the lines of "fuck, why's she so pretty" or "so damn cute" which you honestly think is so cute that it makes you laugh and he asks you why you're laughing at him and pout.

Nagi Seishiro

This dude would fall asleep, like after a few minutes of mumbling about random things while leaning on your shoulder, he would fall asleep. (ps. I don't even know if he will even stop playing on his phone to drink)

Mikage Reo

The whole time he's drunk, he would pester you, he will cling to you every chance he got, hugging you is a must for him to do whenever he's drunk, and honestly Nagi is glad that you're here to be the subject of his clinginess because if you're not there, then it would be Nagi. He would also act pouty and cutesy whenever you ignore him, demanding all your attention.

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Thought of this while lying down and here it is!

#bllk #itoshi rin #mikage reo #nagi seishiro #isagi yoichi #rin x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #isagi x reader #drunken #bllk imagines #sae itoshi imagines #drabble

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youre-ackermine · 1 year

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i'm here requesting drabble 21 of the drunk drabbles vol 2, my eVal!! take all the time you need, please and thank you ♥️🤗 can't wait to read more stuff from you 👏🏻

Hey Sunshine ☀️❤️

Thank you for requesting a drabble & sorry for the late reply!!

I had fun writing this, even if I made it more difficult for me: i'm trying to write a whole story with this Drunk Drabbles challenge.

I hope this silly work is worth the wait & that you'll enjoy it 🫶

Kith 😘

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is the 3rd part of a story. Links to part 1 Dumbstruck & part 2 Night Out.

Drabble prompt 21 "Shut up, you're drunk!"

Flushing

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Nanaba

Wordcount: 1920 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / cussing / alcohol / drunkenness / vomiting

"How come you haven't tripped & died under a pile of shit yet?"

Levi was winding his way to Hange's bathroom while they searched the wobbling shelf next to their desk.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The room was filled with stale air. The tiling had obviously not seen a mop in ages judging by how sticky it was. Dirty dishes had been left in the sink and stained clothes were slung all over the place. Countless books were randomly piled up on the floor and on the coffee table next to what had once been food - or so he hoped.

Hange's tiny apartment was an absolute nightmare and he wondered how they could live in such a pigsty. He broke into a cold sweat thinking about using their toilet but he couldn't wait any longer. Fucking beer always made him pee like crazy.

"Did you know that when we wee, we wee enough wee every month to fill a bath?! Awesome! Right, Shorty?"

Hange's boisterous voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh and, spread across their lifetime, most people spend an average of one whole year sitting on the toilet!"

He rolled his eyes as expected of him, but he couldn't help but smirk at the silly science facts they never failed to slip into the conversation.

"Pipe down, Four-Eyes! I'm gonna pee my pants listening to your stupid bullshit!"

He hurried to the bathroom, pushed and closed the door in a brisk movement, but suddenly froze and let out an annoyed grunt realizing he couldn't lock it.

He glanced around only to find his worst fears come true: the bathroom set out an advanced stage of filthiness and the toilet bowl was covered in brown stains, not to mention the traces of black mold on the walls. Yuck! Calling it revolting was an understatement at this point.

Shit! No time to delay now, he had to settle for that. He unbuckled his belt in a hurry and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion.

Nothing could compare to the relief he felt right now, his eyelids half-closed with satisfaction.

The job was almost done when the clatter broke next door. Someone wasn't careful enough not to stumble over Hange's junk heap it seemed.

A high-pitched voice suddenly cut through the uproar.

"Hans! Bestie! You heeere? Wh-why? Whot happen't wizch the s-seggzy sh-short stufff? Wh-where'z he iz?"

Hange's neighbour, Nanaba.

"Holy Walls, Nans! Shut up, you're drunk!" Hange replied in a voice tinged with panic. They hoped Levi didn't hear their friend's ramblings. "Don't go to the bathroom, it's…"

"Need a con-" the blonde yelled. "How d'ya say it? Sh-sh-shit!" she mumbled. "A condom!" she resumed yelling more intelligibly. "I need a fucking condom right now!"

"...occupied!" Hange finished their sentence.

A bit too late though: Nanaba just opened the bathroom door.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened in shock. "He…he'zz heere Hans, ya know?" she squealed over her shoulder, one hand still on the doorknob, the other gripping the doorframe to prevent herself from falling down.

Levi was looking back at her, his hands covered in foaming soap over the washbasin and a smug plastered on his handsome face.

"Good evening to you too, Nana!" he sneered. "Big one tonight, huh? Looks like you dished booze out large, didn't you?"

"Hi Munchkin!" she cooed, "ya alone in heere? Yer sssooo prrre-tty, ya know zzatt?"

She tried to wink at him but closed both eyes instead.

"Never thought you were the flirty type of drunk, Nana."

"Don-don't be ridi-ridiculush! 'm not that drunk, ya know! 'lways found ya prett-tty face sssooo cute, ya know, but Hans, well, ya know right?"

"Holy shit you're so hammered, Nana!" Levi rinsed the soap off his hands and looked around for a towel to wipe his dripping hands. To his dismay, there was none.

Nanaba's legs suddenly gave way beneath her and two strong - but still wet - hands pulled her to safety on the toilet seat. She bobbed her head and started to sob.

"Oh Levi, 'm sssooo sssooorrry! I ruined your da-date wizzss Hans! Ooooh my head!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she clung on to Levi for dear life. Fuck!

"Come over here, Four-Eyes!" he shouted. "Need your help for fuck's sake!"

He kneeled in front of the poor girl, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks and swept her blonde bang from her sweaty face. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Please don't move Nana, ok?" he said softly.

He got up, making sure to keep a hand on her shoulder, and groped for some painkillers in the cupboard.

"Bring a clean glass too, Four-Eyes!" he yelled. "Well, if you can find one in this shithole I mean!"

Nanaba burst into tears and uttered in between sobs: "ya know they 've a crrrush, right? 'lways had, ya know? 'm speak'n' of years 'n years!"

Shit! Levi was confused and a little bit angry to hear that. He started to review all possible candidates in his head and his disappointment gradually showed on his sad face.

Nanaba instantly figured out what was on his mind and added in a breath "I meant ya, Sweetie! Hans'z got a crrrush 'n ya!"

She giggled.

Levi felt a sudden heat rushing up to his face and ears, his heart skipping a beat and then pounding loudly in his chest, his mouth drying as he tried to gulp.

He took a deep breath to try and regain composure.

"Yer zzze cu-test cutie pie, all flust'ed 'n' shiiitt!" she said with a gentle smile that was soon covered by her hand, her eyes widened in silent panic. "Gonna puke!" she blurted out as she slightly leaned forward to try and get up.

Unfortunately, she had not time enough to turn to the toilet and painted Levi's clothes with a foul greenish liquid before he could escape the vomit trajectory.

That's when Hange finally hurried into the bathroom, a glass of water in one hand, the fingers of the other hand folded on what looked like a tiny piece of plastic.

"Nooo! I'm so so sorry Shorty! Nanaba threw up all over you!" they apologized.

"No shit, Four-Eyes!" Levi deadpanned, rolling his eyes in irritation. "Pass Nana the glass of water and try and find a fucking mop!"

"On it, Shorty! I think I have one somewhere…" they replied.

Hange ran out of the bathroom. Levi and Nanaba could hear them searching the main room, cursing every once in a while as they bumped into a piece of furniture or dropped something from their messy shit.

Unbelievable.

Levi stepped back and started to take off his wet shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stomach-churning smell. Luckily his pants had been spared but the shirt was definitely ruined. He let out a long sigh as he crumpled it into a ball and looked at Nanaba.

She was drinking water slowly not to gag, her eyes and nose reddened, tiredness showing on her pale face. She looked back at him and smiled faintly.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Levi," she said, almost in a whisper.

Getting rid of her stomach contents had brought her usual elocution back. "You're so sweet, Shortcakes, you know that? No wonder Hange's so in lo-".

All messy hair and sweaty face, Hange loudly barged into the bathroom before Nanaba could finish her sentence, brandishing a broom and a sullied floor cloth.

"Got it!" they beamed.

Stopped in their tracks by the awkward atmosphere filling the narrow place, their look went back and forth from Nanaba's dazed expression to Levi's flushed face a few times before their eyes lingered on Levi's bare chest, making him flush even harder and avert his gaze.

Nanaba cleared her throat.

"Ahem, well, this is not what you…" she started.

Hange didn't let her finish.

"Sorry to interrupt but here's stuff to clean the mess or whatever…" she said, handing said stuff over to Levi with a grin. "I still didn't find all of my lab notes, I have to rummage in my drawers a little more I'm afraid!"

Grasping the mop and bucket from them, he stammered: "whe-wher-...my…my sh-shirt's soaking wet and stinks like hell's butt…d'you…do…do you…where…"

Fucking hell! He felt so stupid!

"Plastic bags in the drawer over there, Shorty!" They gestured casually towards the washbasin.

"Come on with me, Nans! We're putting you to bed, you must be exhausted Bestie, right?"

They gently took Nanaba's hand and dragged her out of the bathroom.

"You take my bed for the night! No no no don't argue with me! We planned that I sleep over at Levi's anyway, I must be at my lab early in the morning!" they added in a falsely cheerful tone that fooled no one.

Nanaba knew better than to protest and followed her best friend to their tiny, cluttered bedroom. She jumped on the mattress and slid under sullied sheets that had not seen the inside of a washing machine for some time. But she was too tired to even care.

As Hange leaned down to tuck her in and gently graze her forehead, Nanaba wrapped her fingers around their wrist to catch their attention.

"Hey, Hans!" she whispered. "You mad? Your smile shouts 'fake' so loud it's ridiculous and you look like shit!"

"Well…I'm not mad, not really… rather…sad I guess…"

They sat on the edge of the bed, bowed their head in a dejected manner, their joined hands resting on their lap.

"But don't even think about me, you must take some rest!" they insisted.

"Ok, something's wrong here, you must listen to me! Nothing happened over there between us, ya know?! Shortcakes just took care of me and got rid of his stinky shirt after that, that's all!" she stated lively.

Hange looked up at her, their eyes lit up with a hint of hope.

After a pause, their roommate bowed her head and tentatively went on: "I…I may have screwed up…I'm…I'm sorry, I…I may have told Levi you like him."

"Holy shit, Nans! You what??" Hange blurted out. "Why did you do that? I thought we were friends, I trusted you! You were not supposed to tell him! Or anyone else by the way!"

They grazed their hand over their face, pinched the bridge of their nose and let out a long sigh.

"How am I supposed to spend the rest of the evening with Shorty as if nothing weird is hanging over us? Fuck! I'm so fucked!"

"Please, Hans, forgive me! I didn't intend to tell him! It just slipped out! Come on, Hans! It's not like he had been disgusted by the idea, ya know!"

"What do you mean?" Hange asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he blushed like a teenager! I bet he likes you back!" Nanaba clapped her hands in excitement. "I think you'll find a good way to use this latex thingy that's in your hand!" she added with a wink.

"Holy Walls! What do you mean?" Hange quickly shoved the infamous item in their pocket.

"Doesn't make things any less weird, Nans!" They frowned as they paused to think for a while.

"Well, I'll try to figure out how to behave around him. Maybe he didn't believe you?" they replied, their voice full of a deceptive hope. "You were practically dead drunk after all!"

"What? I was not that drunk! I still have pants on, you see?" She defended herself.

"Oh Sweetie…" Hange said gently.

"What?"

"Those are not your pants!"

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Thank you so much Terra my Darling @dont-f-with-moogles for beta reading & for your support 😘

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duel-king · 4 months

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// HNY everyone!!! :D

Pls heed the cw tags before reading past the cut.

*dumps this monster whump on the dash and runs away* //

"...The dragon flaps its mighty wings, and then..." Seto glances over his shoulder and sees that Mokuba is sound asleep, before he could even finish the story. He smiles as he quietly folds the book shut and slowly rises from where he was sitting on the bed. He gently shuts the door behind him and heads down the hall.

"Seto!! My BOY!! C'mere!!" Gozaburo beckons him over boisterously. It's New Year's Eve and he's been entertaining and drinking with coworkers and colleagues and the like. Seto feels his mouth run dry as he gets a look at everyone in the room, red-faced and grinning stupidly at him. He greets them silently with a bow and hurries to Gozaburo's side before he has to tell him a second time.

"Yes, father?" He asks sullenly, still feeling all the eyes in the room on him.

"Why so grim, Seto? Always so serious..." He grips Seto's shoulder and practically forces him down onto the seat next to his. "Sit."

"It's almost a new year, son..." He begins, putting on a pantomime of paternal affection for his idiot drunk friends. He reaches over to grab a carafe of dark amber liquor, fills a glass about halfway and hands it to his stepson.

"...Which makes you a year closer to manhood. Cheers." Seto clenches his jaw. I'm fucking 12... he wants to say, but his mouth remains shut tight.

Gozaburo clinks his own glass to Seto's before downing it like it's water. The boy hesitantly raises his glass to his lips. The whiskey smells strong and sickly bittersweet, and his blank expression involuntarily twists into a grimace. He can hear snickering from the other men in the room.

"Oh for Christ's sake Seto, DRINK." His stepfather commands, and Seto empties the glass with a single gulp so he can hopefully retreat to his room. He shuts his eyes tightly as the alcohol burns going down his throat. It tastes as bad as it smells. A tremor runs through his body as the warmth settles in his chest, and he coughs into his free hand. He can feel his face grow hot. The snickering around him evolves into hooting and cheering.

"'Atta boy!! That'll put a little hair on your chest, eh?" Gozaburo remarks with a hearty chuckle and, without hesitation, refills Seto's glass along with his own.

"Father, I--" he begins to object hoarsely, but Gozaburo won't hear it.

"This is an expensive vintage, son. Don't waste it," he scolds. "Consider this a reward for all of your hard work this year," He says this with a smile, but there's a challenge in his eyes. "Before you know it, you'll be drinking with us after a long day of work, and you're gonna need to keep up!! As a Kaiba, you have a reputation to uphold." He continues to lecture him as he rises from his seat.

Seto obediently takes another swig of whiskey. It's slightly less unpleasant going down this time, but not much. When he finishes this glass several minutes later, he rises from his seat, preparing to excuse himself as his stepfather is distracted handing out cigars to his guests.

"Gentlemen, it was a pleasure. Happy New Year to you all, and get home safely," Seto courteously bows again and feels the blood rush to his head. He was moving a little too hastily and he barely got that farewell out without stumbling over his words.

"I didn't excuse you!!" Gozaburo shouts through the cigar clenched between his teeth. "You can AT LEAST make it til midnight. Then maybe papa will read you a bedtime story," he mocks as he strides over to Seto, carafe in hand, and pours him a third glass.

"...Apologies, father." He replies stiffly. Normally he would have snapped back at an insult like that, but he can't bear the thought of getting smacked in front of a room full of people.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to our guests!" His stepfather chastises, prolonging Seto's embarrassment.

"...Beg your pardon, sirs. That was rude of me." The apology earns him a placated grin from his stepfather as he lights his cigar; a few of the guests merely nod in acknowledgment, and the room nearly falls silent as cigars are being lit and puffed on.

Time passes at an agonizingly slow pace--this horrible year just refuses to end. Some of Gozaburo's associates take interest in Seto and start questioning him about his studies and his ambitions as the heir to the Kaiba Corporation. The air in the room becomes thick with cigar smoke and it makes his stomach turn and head ache, but the liquor makes it easier for him to fake a smile and lie through his teeth. He just parrots the responses he knows Gozaburo and his sycophants would like to hear, and it seems to go over fairly well.

The antique grandfather clock finally tolls Midnight, and the room explodes with cheers. Gozaburo's booming voice cuts through the din as he raises his glass in the air.

"A toast-- to Seto and the future of KaibaCorp!!" His toast is returned with an enthusiastic, collective "Hear! Hear!" and everyone raises their glass to join Gozaburo's before drinking again. No sooner than Seto taking that last sip does his gut churn, deciding that everything must go. He immediately turns and makes a bee-line for the door, setting his glass on the nearest surface and covering his mouth with one hand.

But it's too late. His body forces the whiskey out, violently. The room erupts into raucous laughter as Seto is keeled over, heaving and retching. Gozaburo, the loudest of them all, makes his way past his guests and over to his inebriated stepson.

"What did I tell you about wasting this booze?!" He slaps Seto on the back so hard that he falls over face-first into his own vomit.

"Mhahahaha!! Better luck next year, son!!" Gozaburo is the only one left laughing. Seto lays motionless on the floor for a moment, stupefied and completely humiliated. His eyes well up with tears.

No. no no no no nonononono...!! He scolds himself. He's able to pull himself up to his hands and knees, but seeing his mess on the floor and all over his clothes makes him ill all over again. Gozaburo shouts for one of the maids, and two come running.

"Get the boy cleaned up and put to bed." He orders with a sneer. One of the maids hurries to the nearby linen closet to find something to wipe up the floor while the other gingerly helps Seto to his feet and walks him down the hall, slowly but surely. "It's alright, Master Seto..." she coos once they're out of earshot. What little energy he has left is spent focusing on keeping one foot in front of the other and he just stares blankly ahead, saying nothing.

A while later, Seto is still kneeled over the toilet in his bathroom, his breath ragged and hair stuck to his face with sweat. He hears his bedroom door creak open, but doesn't look up.

"Big brother? ...Are you okay?" Mokuba whispers fretfully as he approaches.

"...'m fine, Moki... Jus sick..." He rasps. "Sorry for waking you..." He whimpers and his shoulders rack with silent sobs, but he's so dehydrated he can't cry even if he wanted to. He looks awful, Mokuba worries. He's pale and sweaty, breathing heavily, slurring his words. His eyes are bloodshot from all the strain of dry heaving for god knows how long.

"Don't be sorry!!" Mokuba kneels down by his brother's side and pats and rubs his back, like Seto does for him when his tummy hurts. His hair isn't long enough for Mokuba to need to hold it back for him, though. He's not quite sure what to do. Then, the little one has an idea. "I'll be right back!"

A few minutes later, Mokuba returns with a glass of iced water and a pack of crackers.

"Hope this helps," Mokuba says, doing his best to smile reassuringly. Seto smiles back lazily, gratefully accepting the help and taking the glass of water in hand. Mokuba unwraps the crackers and hands them to him as he eagerly gulps the water down.

"...Thanks Moki.... you're... the best."

// 2023 has been an absolute shitshow for me, ngl lol. So, to relieve myself of all this angst, I give you... this. Hope you... uhh... enjoyed...??

May 2024 bring us all better days. <3 //

#cw: child abuse #cw: drunkenness (including puking)#cw: toxic masculinity bullshit #cw: also a bit of toxic work culture bullshit #whump #drabble #ygo drabble #ygo rp #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #kaiba brothers

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dejwrld · 7 months

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off work & honestly so excited for you guys to read my kinktober fics

#the drunken tension between joel & reader #the teasing between incubus!simon and reader!#the urge to mark reader with guardian Angel!sephiroth!#the softness and praise that happens in the sub zero fic!#the primal kink in the bigby fic!#then the drabbles!#the drabbles!

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sculptorofcrimson · 3 months

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[Banging pots and pans together] Where's valdor you goddamn furry?

[/affectionate, For legal reasons, that was a joke, I am on very good terms with the furry community.]

(〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ ✰✰ Squigaggle Squigurg, you have now a blurb ✰✰

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Ten Thousand Flowers

"Sequel" of Pavilion of Golden Flowers

Recap: Pavilion of Golden Flowers - A Warhammer retelling of the Drunken Concubine opera.

Relations: Valdor/Emperor(one-sided), Emperor/Ra ~~~~

Of course. Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Captain-General watches, muscled arms crossed over his chest, with only a glimmer of desire in his eye. The Emperor’s hand on Ra’s back slips lower, circling his tailbone, and the smaller Custodian’s laugh does not pass unnoticed by his first brother. A muscle clenches in his jawline, the serfs attending him quickly back off in anticipation of some kind of wrath before warily returning to his side. One cautiously sets aside his pauldrons, unarmoring him in silence now, even as the Custodian’s gaze never strays from his lord and Ra.

The Emperor's hand was boldly caressing Ra now. He says something, and Ra stares back at him, wide-eyed, a surprised jolt passing over his frame. Of course, Valdor notes, of course. He was not so surprised as to find the Emperor’s hand beneath the hemline of Ra’s robes now, gently pulling against the silk to trace over his thighs. The Custodian’s response was lost to him, although Valdor could have certainly eavesdropped had he deigned to.

Ra’s laughter echoes through the armory, tremors rumbling through his half-unarmored form.

The Emperor was smiling indulgently as He withdrew His grasp from His now-favorite concubine. They speak something rapid, the Emperor extends one hand in some kind of offering. Ra nods as he responds, Valdor not even consciously tracking their movements yet still memorizing each of them with the same, perfect recall that had been beaten into them. A serf yanks off one of his gauntlets with more disrespect than Valdor would have normally tolerated, the impudent servant tapping lightly at the exposed bodysuit beneath as if trying to garner his attention. Valdor hardly even noticed, in fact, the serf wondered if he cared at all. When your master’s favor had strayed so utterly to another, there was little room for doubt.

Surely there was no reason to fear impropriety, was there? Surely, when He reigned over all beneath His regard, all of the Ten Thousand belonged to Him, in mind, body and soul. It would have been impolite to challenge Him in His own lair.

Valdor turned his gaze away as Ra joins Him, now completely unarmored, his silken robes contrasting harshly against the Emperor’s tanned skin as He wrapped one massive hand around Ra’s upper arm and lead him away, their movements synchronized in the way only lovers - and masters - could.

Of course.

Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Custodian shakes his head once, and turns to gesture at the serfs. Now completely unarmored, he rises with his usual grace, somehow tempered with some kind of frosty steel, as cold as the peaks of the Himalayas. Wine. Bring him wine. His master won’t accompany him to drink. Of course, his master won't be accompanying him tonight, but that is of no matter. The will to be envious, to even be pained by such callous rejection, had been beaten away. So much like a toy that no longer amused Him and thus had been discarded for prettier, shinier conquests, yet without even the will to spurn Him for such betrayal.

Wordlessly, Valdor commands. The serfs gaze upon his unarmored form, observing the tense bitterly cold demeanor in the lines of his muscles, and that frosty, yet somehow wounded glare he brings upon each of them when they hesitate. They nod once and bow before scattering for their tasks.

The Unification Wars used to frown upon indulgence. There was no time, no respite, only the bitter cold gnawing at the marrow of their bones, only the triumphant wind howling a bitter end in the stones. Things are a little different now. Things are a little different, when the Emperor has a little time to spare for His playthings. It is harder to ignore the weight of His eye when it was sometimes - quite literally - burning upon your skin. He is still the Emperor’s best servant, His spear and Captain-General, but he is no longer the favorite, the precious one. As the serf sneaks a quick glance at those cold eyes, he realizes this as firmly - and as surely - as the Captain-General himself.

The eye of the Emperor had strayed from him to Ra.

Of course.

Of course he had.

Hastily, the serf bows his head before that cold, resigned glare. Then, he turns, moving with haste as to not disturb the Custodian still staring so intensely at the pair, and goes to fetch the Captain-General some wine.

#valdor x emperor #emperor x ra #emperor of mankind #constantin valdor #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #wh40k writing prompts #wh40k writing requests #sculptor of crimson #adeptus custodes #drabble #this fox condones dropkicking valdor out of a third story window #master/servant #drunken concubine #warhammer retelling #here's the damn unfeeling banana #you're welcome from the fox

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foxgirlplushie · 1 year

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@safijiiva

"I think it's great! Ya know, they have so much in common...the poetry, the drinking, the fact that neither of them ever stop talking... I'm happy for her. Maybe now she'll even get off my back about lil Lava, ya know?"

"I hate it. They always end up in the room next to mine and they never shut the fuck up. I can't even hide in a painting to get sleep, Ling knows how to project through those."

- Nian and Dusk, respectively, on their sister's new girlfriend

#i wish them both a very happy drunken tirade about art and poetry and divine inspiration #arknights drabbles #my fics

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thewaywardbirdsnest · 1 year

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Pizza

Was listening to the song "Pizza" by Anti Up/Chris Lake/Chris Lorenzo while driving and I just couldn’t help but think about ZoSan out clubbing and Sanji’s absolutely smashed. Still mostly-coherent and able to walk on his own but damn, the cook *cannot* hold his liquor.

They’re waiting on the sidewalk for their ride home and Sanji will not shut up about how badly he wants pizza. Fed up, Zoro cancels their Uber and drags him two blocks away where he knows there’s a dollar pizza place.

He orders them each a slice (because sure, he’s not wasted like his lightweight of a boyfriend over there, but he’s drunk enough that cheap, greasy pizza sounds like it would really hit the spot right about now).

Upon receiving his, Sanji just plops down right on the curb and starts stuffing his face.

“Oh my fuhhing gaw’, ‘s tas’es amaaazing!” he mumbles around a mouthful of dough and cheese.

“Stop bein’ gross, curly. Aren’t y’always tellin’ me not to talk with my damn mouth full?” Zoro teases, standing beside him.

“Thank you, marimooo~” Sanji says and turns to plant a kiss on Zoro’s leg, leaving behind a grease stain. “Oh nooo~”

He frowns and pulls the sleeve of his jacket over his hand to try to wipe at the grease, which proves to be a fruitless effort. Instead, he just pats the spot apologetically and leans against Zoro’s leg, going back to nibbling at the remains of his pizza crust.

Zoro just sighs, the hint of an affectionate smile tugging at his lips, and orders them another Uber.

#take me home tonight #zosan #established zosan #modern au #au #clubbing #drunk sanji #drunken munchies #dollar pizza #nyc pizza is best pizza #bird's twitter threadfic archive #drabble

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quordleona03 · 1 year

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Made Up

"Fifteen minutes of your time to do what I like with," Hawkeye said lazily.

Father Mulcahy, holding two pair of nines, said mildly "That seems fair." The pot was fifty-three dollars, and everyone else had folded. Hawkeye's martini was drunk.

"You couldn't make this up," said Hawkeye, and laid down his cards: ten, jack, queen, king, ace.

Mulcahy was still a little shaken by it, half an hour later, alone in the Swamp with Hawkeye. “What are you doing?”

"Eyeshadow goes on lightly, with a sweep of the brush," said Hawkeye. "Common knowledge. Sit still, Francis, this won't take long..."

#Mulcahy Monday #Francis Mulcahy #Father Mulcahy #Hawkeye Pierce #I would love someone to do fanart of Hawkeye doing make-up on Mulcahy's face #poker #losing bets #drunken bets #mash tv #mash in drabbles #mashposting #mash fanfiction #my fanfiction

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philipjohnclapp · 2 years

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Dating Dave England Headcannons:

I’ve never done this before, so stay with me.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

-You both frequently go to the movies together on dates!

-Along with that before you go you two always go to the store to buy candy to sneak in.

-You always pickup a box of Goobers to give to him when you’re picking out candy because it reminds you of Dave because he shits a ton.

-When Dave’s hair is long he will let you play with it and style it, and he’ll wear it like how you styled it when he goes out.

-Dave always tries to prank you, but you usually see it coming and most of the time you get him before he can manage to get you.

-At night you two often just drive around and listen to your favorite artists on full volume.

-No matter where you two are he can’t keep his hands off you, whether they’re on your waist, or he’s holding your hand. He always has to be touching you.

-He will do anything you ask him to do, sometimes even before you ask it.

-Skating? He loves it, and definitely whenever the opportunity arises he drags you along.

-Because of that you two have spent countless days at the skatepark.

-When he’s really drunk and “Darf” comes into play he’s never crude to you.

-He loves to embarrass you in public, just anything he can say to make you red in the face he’ll do and when he does get to you he thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you’re embarrassed.

-He definitely tells you that.

-Because of that you always try to embarrass him back and it never seems to work.

-He’s got no shame.

-He'd shit on you to wake you up.

-Did it once, and you beat his ass.

-Did a few times until he got the memo, which took a while. TOO LONG!

#jackass #jackass headcanons #dave england #gender neutral reader #reader insert #headcanon #jackass fic #drabble #no thoughts just love #dating #darf #drunken #ao3 writer #mtv #firstever #please request #roleplayer #jackass fanfic #jackass fanfiction

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yandereloveraw · 10 months

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Y/N: [Plays this song when Incubus! Jasper traps Demon! Archie against a wall]

Demon! Archie, somehow turning even more red: YOU'RE NOT HELPING!! 💢

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smokybaltic · 2 years

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One day I'll figure out how to do graphics for my fics... but it is not this day.

It's especially regrettable atm because I'm here to lure you into a sirmione drabble and Ben Barnes is really very pretty, but an excerpt will have to do.

🍷🍷🍷

from On The Lash

"No, not lightning, thunder," Sirius slurred slightly as he tried to reason with the tattoo artist.

"Because thunder always follows lightning," Hermione giggled, pointing at her forehead. "Get it?"

"Exactly," Sirius nodded vigorously.

"This is such a good idea. Harry is going to lose his shit when he sees."

The harassed looking tattoo artist squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, "Okay, so, like, the word thunder? Or... a cloud?"

"A thundercloud," Hermione grinned maniacally.

"Alright," the tattooist sighed, "Let’s head back."

Less than an hour later they emerged from the tattoo shop, Hermione with a small inky blue blob on her forearm, and Sirius with a matching daub on his chest.

Tomorrow, Hermione would no doubt be grateful for its placement, nestled amongst the mostly floral sleeve of tattoos slowly overgrowing the slur Bellatrix had carved into her arm, but at the moment she was a little put out by the subtlety.

Still, she delighted in shaking her arm, causing the little thunderhead to glow as if lightning was chasing through it.

"C'mon," Hermione grabbed Sirius' hand, pulling him toward the pub next door, "One more drink."

"Hmm, yes, but also-" and then his roguish smile was dipping to catch her up into a lusty kiss, pressing her back against the brick storefront.

Keep Reading

#sirmione #nothing but drunken shenanigans #drabble #poor harry

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ravenslvt · 1 month

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☆ ryomen sukuna x f!reader ☆

cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble

first thing you thought when you saw this man:

‘oh. i wanna fuck him.’

the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.

“jesus. stop staring at him like that.” megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. you’d blink up at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until you’re crying. a strong hand around your little throat.

don’t get started on his voice. the way he’d casually degrade you made your legs quiver.

“what the fuck are you looking at?”

the way you’d go over to him and yuji’s shared apartment just to hear him go “why the fuck is this bitch here?”

oh you loved it. and he knew it too.

that’s why when you stayed on yuji’s couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.

‘hed so ficking hot giys’

‘seroudly i bet his duck is huuuuge’

your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.

“why the fuck are you here?” sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.

your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.

you hadn’t even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.

“dressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.

“no… just didn’t bring extra clothes” your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.

he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.

“and i’m not a slut!” you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.

“really? you sure look the part.” he chuckles.

“fuck you.” you spit out at him, making him smirk.

“you��d love that, wouldn’t you?” he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.

okay, you were fucked.

“fuck! s’too much.” you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukuna’s big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.

he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.

“runnin’ that fucking mouth and can’t even take dick.” he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.

you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.

you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.

“s’kuna!” you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.

“your pussy’s suckin’ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you weren’t one? guess you’re a liar too.” he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.

“fuckk, you like that don’t you? so pathetic. suckin’ me in so well, though.” he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.

“g’nna cum.” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.

“no, you’re fucking not.” he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.

“want you to beg for it.”

your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.

“p-please, wanna cum so bad!” you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.

“surely you can do better than that, baby” his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.

“need your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!” you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.

“that’s more like it.” he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.

“my own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.

your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.

his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.

suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.

“gonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?” he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“yes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!” your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.

you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.

“the fuck are you going? we’re not done.” he starts back up again.

masterlist

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen x reader #jjk smut #x reader #reader insert #smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #fanfic #fanfiction #jjk fanfic

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