#{{ drunk cw }}

[felinecabinet]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. Cabby has fangs and glasses added to her design. Cabby, blushing and seeming overly excited, is reaching out to Clover while shouting "Cloverr!", her excitement seeming to confuse Clover, represented by a question mark next to her. End ID.]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. Cabby has now picked up Clover, closing her eyes as she hugs her close and kisses her repeatedly, saying "Ohhh, I've missed you, I've missed you, I've missed you!". Clover seems happy with several kiss marks on her, now blushing, saying "Oh! Hehehe, you're being awfully sweet today, Cabby!". End ID.]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. Cabby has now raised Clover further in front of her, trying to give a gentler reaction as she says, "Oh, I've just felt like I should make sure you're aware of my love...". End ID.]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. Cabby's expression has suddenly shifted to be more anxious, asking Clover, "H-Have I?! I know it's been a little while and I haven't been-". End ID.]

[ID: An uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. Cabby has now pulled Clover close to her as Clover speaks, seeming more confused and out of it; Clover is offering a more reassuring expression. Clover says, "Oh, don't worry, you have! Buuut it sounds like somebody else might need a reminder!", with Cabby asking, "h-huh? who?". End ID.]

[ID: A largely uncolored sketch of Cabby and Clover from Inanimate Insanity. While the image isn't formally colored, it is notably darker than the previous images. Both of them are sitting on a chair up against several pillows while wrapped up in a blanket, though Cabby has fallen asleep, holding Clover close to her. Clover offers a gentle yet tired expression as she leans into Cabby and holds her hand, saying, "Sweet dreams, Cabby". Cabby's glasses are left on one armrest and a TV remote on the other, additionally with a faint light coming from the bottom of the image to imply they had been watching TV. End ID.]

Drunk Cabby...

Just a little idea on if Cabby was more vulnerable and needed to be taken care of. Clover helping her relax using something low-stakes like watching movies together <3 just being there for the other and making sure she has nothing to worry about.

Also because it's just cute to draw Cabby all excited and lovey.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

*When Destino had had a drink, it was difficult for them to stop. They had to get more. They wanted the drinks to wash away the pain that still flooded their cheek.*

One.

Two….stumble……

Three…………

Now, this had only happened to Destino on a couple of occasions. Alcohol wasn’t made often in the Underdark. And, with someone like the absol, it certainly had an affect on them. They were considered a lightweight for a reason. Destino wasn't going to make it out of tonight without saying something embarrassing.*

Destino: Here’s my…pledge…Fuck Felix…fucking punching me like that…who even does that? A shit…that’s who…I’m the damn prime……I fucking rule over him.....shit head.....

*Destino didn’t turn around. It���d probably make them feel incredibly dizzy. They stayed slouched on the gazebo wall, holding a shaky thumb up. They also carried a quarter filled glass which sloshed around as they moved their arm around. Destino was far too gone to care however. Their words slurred.*

Destino: Me? Ok? I’m fucking…fantastic…sssuuuuuppppeeeerrr ggggrrrreeeeaaaaatttt…peak physical fucking condition…ignoring the fact…my fucking friend punched me…have you ever had that happen……..it’s fucking stupid………..was I being an ass??? Sure…….maybe……but I’m always an ass……i can’t not be an ass…….ha……ass…….aaaaaassssssssssss…………hahahaha…… that’s such a funny…..fucking word….. you try saying it…….ass. Whoever made that word……deserves an award……as the prime…….of the Underdark………I think everyone should say ass once in their lives…….you know??????

@the-last-of-alto-mare

[askdoeleaf]

hh..hey frieeennd.. I want to give you tHis! -drunk bloodthorn has handed you a feather-

It’s a crow feather btw also doeleaf is sober it just thinks plumage is cool

[thesellsword]

ok bunward is a little drunk rn so like this if you want drunk bun/bronn in ur ask

[bamsara]

Alternate scene for Trod 'Drunken Gods' chapter where Lamb is already drunk before Narinder even arrives to the party. Gotta love 'liquid courage'

[helluvahotelx]

@hamactiia

Blitz needed a night out. Verosika was right, he should just be happy for Stolas, but still....The emotional gut punch was there. He started at a bar near Ozzie's, not daring to try and enter. He wasn't with anyone, and after last time, even though he'd made up with Fizz, he didn't feel comfortable in there.

He shot a few back, and after that it became so blurry. He didn't even know when he texted Fizz, or even that he had at all. But the texts were there on his screen.

[txt] fucgl sotlas is a tosme fuckn bltixo patty [txt] i bet hws getting alsid [txt] vero siad i should be ahppy and ithat i should tbunk im hoping hes getting laid and i want to im trying but its hrd [txt] did you use to go i bet you did i emabn you hated my gusy for somany yearsx

Blitz blinked at his phone, sighing and shoving his phone down onto the bar. Rubbing at his face.

"Fuuuuuck."

[orangetintedglasses]

... mm. His eyes were even more of a tell now, weren't they. Bright ice white couldn't leave much room to the imagination; they lit up even brighter than they used to, could be so warm when Wolfwood let himself get wrapped up in a moment, a feeling... but in the same vein, they could be colder and sharper than any weapon, and the shadows in them were so, so much more prominent when something was on his mind...

Vash, instead, chose to believe the undertaker for now. He wasn't in any state of encourage a talk-- that could happen tomorrow, if he wanted it. Needed it. Whenever the hell they managed to get up.

"Sorry~... missed you, s'all~..."

Really, the Plant mused, he should get up and take care of cleaning himself... er, well, himself. Hadn't the other done so much for him already in the past... however long it'd been? Hadn't it been a near endless stream of gestures, praises and affirmations (and ribbing, teasing, but it wouldn't be Wolfwood without that stuff) since they'd arrived? Wolfwood had carried him back to their room from the bar after he'd gotten himself shot, because Vash hadn't filled him in on the half-baked idea that'd gotten him in that position in the first place, he didn't need to do anything else for him-- like he said, he was tired too, and--

... hah.

That line of thinking... was just a seemingly-endless cycle-- a battle neither of them had any hope of winning as they were, trapped in their own thoughts.

I want to take care of you, but I do not deserve care.

... so... what if... that was how he helped? Or at least, how he could try to, start to...? Moments like this where he didn't have the energy to put up that kind of fight; while he was vulnerable and open, so Wolfwood knew he trusted him with them? That he knew and invited, welcomed, that part of him that still wanted to be gentle, curled up inside, without the insistence that it was there, that it had to be part of him?

Vash blinked once, twice, and those thoughts faded from his mind. His body... hurt. They overdid it again, but he still couldn't be happier, just getting to look at the undertaker.

"... bathroom, please..." he mumbled, throwing him a more sheepish smile with his brows knitted upwards in a slant. "Bed'salready a mess... n'Ishould've put bandages, over the holes, worked myself up too much..."

"Spikey..." Wolfwood scolds softly, fondly, "You're cute, but you don't need to sit up for this. Honestly might be easier if you're layin' down."

He strokes Vash's cheek as though his hands were made just for this purpose. He wishes that all his hands were capable of and used for were love; instead they're bloodstained beyond redemption—really not worthy of touching anyone gently. Not children nor loved ones should be scalded by the sins on his hands, but here he is, touching someone so...

... Well, he wouldn't say Vash is faultless, but with the things he does for humanity, the sacrifices he makes, and the hatred he endures... the blond is too good for him.

(This is not exactly the post-nut clarity he wanted, yet here it is.)

Wolfwood's thumb hesitates as it traces the peak of Vash's cheek and his bright eyes dull as he stares somewhere... else. Instead of focusing on all of the issues he has with himself, the water dripping from the washcloth nabs his attention—thank God for that. "Sorry Needles, m'tired too."

(That should work for an excuse, surely.)

With the warm, soapy cloth, he starts wiping down Vash's stomach and abdomen, hoping that he's gotten to the mess before its gotten dry and tacky. The spunk that was on him did end up leaving a thin, dry layer behind that he had to practically scrape off. Gross.

"Do you want me to help you up to the bathroom to get clean, or do you want me to do it here?"

[sleepysundial]

very very dumb and silly ms paint doodles of drunk merc headcanons teehee

devastatingly left out pyro because i do not know how to characterise them 🙏sorry pyro lovers update: there is pyro now :)

[catcze]

Imagine being Boothill’s sweetheart before everything went up in flames… he didn’t think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.

He’s a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at first— he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.

And oh, when he manages to reach you— manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.

If he could cry, he thinks, he’d be a blubbering mess. 

Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.

[duraante]

DEAD BY DAWN

[madabapf]

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been a long day

wukong is not the only snorer in this household mac is just as bad, i don't make the rules (i say as i make the rules)

also remember when i mentioned i wanted them to talk about their height difference in the comic? well it was supposed to happen during their playfight but it didn't feel natural so i scrapped it-

[felsicveins]

The road to forgiveness is paved with miles of bullying

[ask-the-royal-absol]

(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi @ Destino: "Oh, Desty's now drunk." she gets a little embarassed "I'll try to warn you, like my friends tried to do it. But, it's too late. Now what are ya gonna do? Causin' chaos?"

*Destino heard the voice talking to them and dropped the glass with the almost drunken champagne down below. An audible smash was heard as it fell onto the outside of the gazebo. They spun on their heels, using the wall to prevent themselves from spinning too far. The drinks made them feel incredibly dizzy.*

Destino: Getting some more……..great plan………and don’t even think about……stopping me………..ha………..

*Pushing themselves off the wall, they stumbled before walking away from the gazebo. Destino found it incredibly tricky walking straight and so bumped into Rimi whilst making their way towards the large building. Their new mission, get more booze and try not to run into Felix along the way. What would Felix think of them in this state? Destino didn’t care about that at the moment. The only thing that they cared about was getting wasted so that they could forget about the previous incident.*

[crushmeeren]

i notice the way you stare at me when you think i’m not looking.

cw ; there’s definitely drinking and there’s definitely sex. enjoy.

master list

Kenma. The soft spoken, pretty boy with catlike eyes who stares holes into the side of your head in English. Never would you have guessed he’d show up to the party your roommates put on this evening.

College is a time for freedom. For new experiences, stupid decisions, and, for you personally, exploring sexuality.

Drinking a tequila shot is like swallowing hot coals, the most recent one leaving a trail of fire down your throat. The lime you’d sucked on to chase the burn falls into your hand, bitter tang making your mouth water. A few people cheer. The rind is tossed on the table everyone’s currently surrounding, stomach full of heat, wearing a lazy grin.

“What a fucking show, shot queen!”

The lights are dimmed but it’s easy to see who’s arrived. “Kuroo!” You cheer. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

Kuroo laughs. “I could never be early to a party, that’s just bad taste. Besides,” He shifts to the side, clapping someone on the shoulder, dragging them to the fore front. “I had to sell my soul to get this one to join me. He’s never been to a college party.”

“Kenma,” you say, surprised. “Did hell freeze over?”

He gives you a flat stare, but his cheeks color a soft pink. “No. Kuroo promised to buy me a new controller.”

You smirk at him, watching his blush travel down his throat. “Well,” you start, passing him a Jell-O shot from the pyramid stacked nearby. “You better catch up.”

↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡

An hour later and Kenma’s chugging a glass of water in your kitchen. You’d dared him to take a shot of spicy pickle whiskey, and it’s safe to say he hated it.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh, clutching your stomach. “I’ve never seen anyone turn as pale as a ghost before!”

“Fuck off,” Kenma bites, tipping his head and downing the rest of his water. He fills up another halfway and turns around, lower back resting against the edge of the sink.

His throat bobs and catches your attention. Little beads of water slipping from the corners of his lips, sliding down his throat. The urge to run your tongue from his collarbone to his jaw is powerful.

Honestly? You’ve wanted to fuck him for a long time, and you’re one hundred percent he’s dying to fuck you. So you shoot your shot.

Liquid courage and all that.

“Fuck off?” You ask, slowly stepping into his personal space. “What if I want you to fuck me,” you purr, stealing the glass of water from him and setting it on the counter.

Kenma freezes, eyes going wide, lips parting. “What?”

You press your tits to his chest, lifting a hand to brush hair off his face and tuck it behind his ear. “I notice the way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking, Kenma.” One of his hands finds your waist, squeezing, and you slide it to your ass. “I’m sure you’ve imagined me underneath you, how tight my pussy might squeeze you, right?” You tease, placing a kiss to his cheek, a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Right,” he breathes, clutching your ass. He shifts from foot to foot, rock hard cock pushing against your hip.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Kenma nods, following with eager footsteps as you haul him to your room by the hand.

↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡ ↡

Kenma’s such a goddamn virgin.

Not surprising, no, you just weren’t expecting him to be so sensitive.

“Please — oh fuck, don’t stop!” He whines, fisting the sheets at the edge of your mattress where he’s perched. You’ve been on your knees for less than a minute, holding him down by the hips so he doesn’t choke you.

His thighs keep twitching, like he can’t help himself. The heavy weight of his dick feels so satisfying on your tongue, but you’re certain he’s going to cum soon. You’d rather it not be shot down your throat. The muscles in his thighs start to tense, cock throbbing, and you bob your head once more, sucking harshly on the way up.

You pull away and he makes a sob like sound when you switch to jerking him off. Three strokes and he’s whining your name, cumming in glossy threads as he thrusts up into your fist. When you squeeze his base he cries out.

“Can you keep going?” You ask, wiping your hand on an old t-shirt. Kenma’s allowed no recovery time, plus you’re sure you’ll die if you have to finish yourself off with your hand.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, expression blissed out. Kenma’s eyes are half lidded and dopey.

“Lay on your back for me baby,” you murmur, pushing gently at his chest. He melts to the mattress, cock bobbing with his movements, smacking his lower belly.

You strip your shorts and panties off, leaving your shirt, and hover over his lap. His jeans are still pulled taut around his thighs. Kenma latches to your hips when you reach down for his cock, sliding the slick tip over your clit, lining him up.

Sinking down on Kenma brings the kind of relief that shakes your thighs. He stares the entire time his cock disappears, unblinking, and moans when you’re pressed flush together.

You ride Kenma until he’s on the edge of crying, nails creating crescent moons in his chest. His head tips back, exposing the pale length of his throat, and you dip down to suck a hickey right below his jaw.

He explodes.

Afterwards, Kenma stumbles down the stairs, hair tangled and sticking up all over. You put your number in his phone before he leaves and Kuroo teases him.

On Monday, you sit next to him in class. He avoids eye contact, but you just can’t quit daydreaming about the face he makes when he cums.

| prompt from this post..! | | credit to this inexperienced kenma one shot by @/bachissidehoe that inspired me to write my own version..! |

[gildedoak]

RadioApple Week Day 4 - Drinking/Bonding

Day 3 "Deal" Day 5 "Domestic"

Just two middle-aged men (time is relative) bonding over silly stuff. Like middle names and shitty family members named Michael.

Headcanon that if Lucifer knows your true name, he can see the human you used to be.

(I saw the name Garreau on a trip to France, and I liked how it sounded.)

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

✮ tags ; pwp, fem + afab!reader, dubcon (reader is drunk af), dirty talk, rough-ish sex, the liiiightest yan undertone. 18+

✮ a/n ; im not a kiri fucker but i . had a thought in the shower

Kirishima fucks like he has something to prove.

That part of him hasn't changed, you think. It's a bad time to be reminiscing about such a thing, especially since your brain can't think of anything other than how good it feels to have such a thick cock buried in your sore, weeping cunt.

Kirishima has stopped briefly, just to bottom out and press his navel to your sex - so your brain has a little space to think. You don't know exactly how you've ended up here after thinking about it for a long time. The alcohol is making your head feel fuzzy and your lower half is weak, might melt into Kirishima's nice king size bed if you're not careful.

An hour ago, you had come off of work and joined some friends in an izakaya. Kirishima was there too, seemingly with his own friends. You hadn't seen him since middle school, when he shorter and more negative. You had a crush on him then, back before all the hero stuff.

It was refreshing to see a boy your age obsesses over something like being a perfectly chivalrous man. You were friend though not closely, and had a dopey school girl love affair that never came of fruition. You didn't speak to him after that, weren't close enough to ask - and watched him grow into a hero through televised events and news.

He's a pro now. He was much bigger than you thought he'd be. You didn't think men could get that big, unless they played basketball or something. He was shorter than you in middle school but when you saw him again in person, he was double your height. You had to crane your neck up just to get a good look at his face. Defined jaw and rugged, boyish charm that made your cheeks warm like you hadn't grown out of being a girl.

You thought he wouldn't recognize you since he's basically famous now, but he did. Flagged you down and whisked you away for drinks and catch up time. Your friends pushed you to go, so you did. You drank and spoke about nothing in particular and Kirishima seemed so enraptured with you - you thought the alcohol had fried your brain. Thoroughly tipsy and giggly, you admitted to having a crush on him in long and unnecessary detail. That you liked him, and seem to still if this feeling is anything to go by.

You hadn't expected anything of it. But he kissed you in the corner of the bar and asked if you had anywhere to be, hauled you into a taxi when you said no and made out with you on the way home. Put his hand underneath you shirt and squeezed your waist, said something about how cute you are. Always have been.

No one seemed to think anything of it when you left. Pro-Hero's escort drunk girls all the time, but you wonder if it's normal to fuck them? You wonder if Kirishima has practice in bring home drunk girls who are too big for their boots and too needy to be anything but sincere.

He's so good at fucking you, you aren't sure you'd mind that being true. Not like this.

He didn't give you any time to adjust to what was going on, every breath had him chasing more of you like he'd run out of time if he didn't rush. He carried you inside, licked your pussy while you laid against his kitchen counter and finger fucked you until you could take all eight inches of him. Was he always this relentless? You know he was never kind, no matter how much he seems it. He was always critical and cunning, but you didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He doesn't let you off of his cock after he gets you on it. Makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you barely can because he's so big. Makes you wrap your legs around his waist and tells you to hold tight as he walks you up the stairs with his cock still twitching. The whole thing makes your eyelids burn with pleasure, your body yearning to keep him inside of you for as long as you can stay conscious which is barely when you're this wasted.

He dropped you in his bed and fucked you in missionary. You think in the span of a few hours, you've spent more of it feeling his cock throb inside of you longer than you've spent without. He's too big, and fucks mean. There's no chivalry in it, just pure primal desire behind weight and heavy thrusts that make you gasp involuntarily.

You haven't stopped cumming. You've never done that so much in a row. Your body feels nearly numb as you think on it. He's been keep you like this for so long and the alcohol is making you lightheaded. You can barely understand what he's saying except that he's loved you for so long. You wonder if that's true. Your pussy likes it though, clenches every time he groans into your neck after the headboard hits the wall with his thrusts.

He fucks you like he wants to prove something to you. You don't know what exactly. You're drunk and floaty and you can't stop cumming and you can't think of anything other than how much you want him to fuck your brains out. How much you want him to cum, so deep in your pussy you'd have to push it out to get rid of it. How much you want to cum around his cock until you get so fuckdrunk you pass out on it.

A little pleasant catching up and now you can't unfurl your spine from the way it's raised, and your toes hurt from how tight they've curled. You feel ditzy with it. Didn't know cock could make you cum so much you turn stupid and babbling. It's all you've been doing and Kirishima doesn't seem to mind it all. Just laughs at your nonsense words and kisses you with sharp teeth and fucks you.

And fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, with your knees to your ears and your eyes blurry and hazed.

"Kirisihima-kun," You gasp at him, breathless and hot.

"Eijirou," He corrects with a nip to your mouth. "We won't leave each other now. Not anymore."

He punctuates with the promise with a thrust so deep you can't do anything but agree. You wonder if all this is trying to prove his love for you, but how you could that be true? It's been years.

Another thrust makes your lower belly clench, and something squirts out of you mid thrust. You're too hazy to feel self-conscious of it and Kirishima only laughs.

You close your eyes and let him have you. Again and again and again.