#cw: mention of drinking and love-drunk babble
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nani-nonny · 1 year ago
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-Mention of drinking (and love-drunk babble from nonny)-
TLDR: I love you guys a lot, platonically
I got off work early to visit my papá, and I get there to a shot awaiting me in my lola’s hand, urging me to take shots with my papá because it’s so father-child bonding to take shots with parents (basically tradition)
Anyways, I’m ten shots deep (because I’m drinking for my alcohol-free siblings) and downing my second tamarind whiskey mixed drink and I’m feeling the love <333
I love it when people tell me they like my writing, it’s makes me all ooey gooey inside and I don’t know how to respond in words
I like when people review my writing (I’m looking mainly at you sniper *besito*)
I like when people don’t say anything but give a like or kudos to my fics (I memorized the returning readers and I always recognize you, but I won’t out you in case it makes you uncomfortable. But I see you and love you)
I like when people ask questions
I like when people like my peepaws. I’ve thought about making a role playing blog specifically for my peepaws, wouldn’t that be fun? So we can see it in its own space instead of BYMH?
I like when people draw me stuff inspired by my peepaws, even stupid doodles that FM Radio draws (I love you my dear friend mwah)
I like when I see the same people in my notifications interacting with my stupid snippets or even things I reblog (drifting mwah you’re more than this category but I’m drunk and lazy I think)
I like when people interact with my mundane posts and not related to my fics. You don’t have to do tjat, I’m voicing my inner thoughts to no one, but it makes me feel seen in a way that matters and doesn’t make me feel too perceived
I like writing peepaws
I like others peoples peepaws
I like the turtles not peepaws too
I fucking hate tcest bitches get away don’t perceive my peepaws
I like my drink it has a little sweet and spicy kick
I like my dad when he’s not acting like a toddler /aff lol
I like turtles
My little Jenny thinks it’s snack time whenever I’m snacking haha she’s cute
The kids I work with want to see Jenny but Jenny gets overwhelmed in that kind of scenario so I can’t bring her
I want to play games with my online friends :( I like phy and drifting and sniper and dragon and radio and haha it’s like I’m naming random objects in my room hehe
I shouldn’t have my phone in my hand but I’m responsible enough not to do stupid things
I like autocorrect because it makes me spell right haha
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moonstruckme · 9 days ago
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hi angel!! can you please write a fic with sirius x shy reader where she meant to be going out with sirius and his friends where some girls who have previously liked him and shes feeling nervous/insecure about what they'll think of her so she drinks a bit for liquid courage and later on sirius takes care of her listening to her drunk babbling and reassuring her? thanks lovely!!
Thank you <3
cw: intoxication, feelings of inadequacy, some mature implications but nothing happens
Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 1.2k words
The thing is, Mary is really lovely. She’s sweet, bubbly, gregarious. One of those people who makes you feel in on the joke. And she’s beautiful, so you can understand why Sirius dated her. They must have been a perfect match. 
You, you need three gin fizzes before you can even begin to match Mary’s natural congeniality. Not to mention the rest of Sirius’ friends. They’re a fun, chattery bunch, each clever and funny and entertaining in their own individual but reliable ways. Your packed corner booth covers so many topics so quickly it makes your head spin. 
You find some solace in the women’s toilets. White fluorescent lights that bring attention to the makeup smudged just underneath your eyes, it’s here that you realize you may have overdone it. You look at yourself in the mirror as you release a slow breath, listening to the laughter outside the door from within your little bubble of quiet. 
When you force yourself to go back out, Sirius is waiting. 
“Hi.” Your liquid courage seems to abandon you without the rowdy pub atmosphere to bolster it. This is just you and Sirius in a dim hallway, your boyfriend’s smile igniting a familiar warmth in his eyes and nervous flutter in your gut. “I could’ve found my own way back,” you say. 
“I didn’t think you couldn’t.” Sirius steps into your space, hand on your waist as he presses his lips to yours gently. “I just wanted a chance to do that without getting loads of shit for it.” 
You smile. “There would have been booing,” you agree. 
“Oh, definitely. James would’ve pretended to be sick.” 
You rest your forehead on his shoulder. Selfishly, you want to keep the both of you here a little while longer. Sirius seems to understand this, his hand drawing back and forth over the sliver of skin between your trousers and the back of your shirt lazily. 
“Mary had to leave,” he says, “but she threatened me with all sorts of vile things if I didn’t give you her number. She wants you to have coffee sometime.” 
“That’s nice,” you hum, really extraordinarily pleased. “Why’d she have to go?” 
“She forgot she was supposed to meet a friend at ten.” 
You smile ruefully. That sounds exactly like a girl like Mary. Her only flaw is that she has too many people who wish for her company and not enough time to devote to them all. 
Sirius smells nice. Like clove and nighttime, and a little bit like the greasy chips James ordered for the table. You imagine you smell like gin and fizz. You mumble your question into the neckline of his shirt, so that the warmth of your breath warms the cotton and Sirius makes a confused tsking sound. 
“I can’t hear you when you talk like that, baby,” he says, encouraging you away from him with a hand on your cheek. You look up at him through heavy lashes. 
“Have I embarrassed you?” you murmur. 
Sirius looks like he’s going to laugh. You won’t be able to take it if he does, you think. You’ll have to lose Mary’s number as well as his and move across town. 
“What?” His voice is amused, brows raised. “No, you haven’t. Not at all. Why would you think that?” 
You shrug, embarrassed. “There’s makeup under my eyes.” 
“Is there?” Sirius’ smile grows. He adjusts his hold on your face, licking the pad of his thumb. “I didn’t notice, but we can’t have that, can we? Hold still.” 
You don’t hold still, shying away the first time he reaches for you. But Sirius understands that it’s not him you’re trying to get away from; he’s patient and diligent, wiping beneath your lashes with careful touches. You feel hot from the tips of your ears down to your chest. 
“There. Perfect as ever before.” He plants a smiling kiss on your lips. “Is that all, lovely?” 
“I think I’ve maybe had too much.” 
Concern touches the space between Sirius’ brows. “Are you not feeling well?” 
“No, I just—well, no one else had as much. I feel like they can tell I’m faking.” 
Sirius is frowning properly now. Inadequacy rings baldly in your tone. His thumb strokes down your cheek. “Faking what?” he asks you. 
“Being good at this,” you murmur.
“You are good at this.” He seems defensive, as if you’re discussing his shortcomings and not your own. “You don’t—there’s no one way you have to be. Sweetheart, I want you here because I want my friends to meet you. It sort of defeats the purpose if you’re putting on someone else for them to meet.” 
“I just—okay. I’m not jealous of Mary. That’s not what this is.” You’re talking a bit too fast, drink lubricating your throat so near anything seems likely to come out. “But I can see how you two would have worked together, and how she works with your friends—she fits in. Everyone’s so fun, and you’re all fast with your jokes, and I’m, I’m not that. I can try, but I think…” Your voice quiets. “I’m not very good at it.” 
As you’re talking, Sirius’ eyes are narrowing. He’s brazen in his thoughtfulness, seeming to size you up while he listens. Whatever audacity is left in you sputters out under the weight of that look. 
“Can I tell you something?” he asks after a moment.
You hum softly. 
“I don’t know how you’ve not managed to pick up on this, because I haven’t been trying for subtlety” —he draws you closer by your waist, until you’re nearly stepping on his toes— ”but I think you’re perfect. Really. You can go out there and ask anyone at our table, they’ll tell you I’ve been saying it since a week after we met. Marlene would probably love to tell you, actually, she found it rather irritating.” 
You look down at his throat, but Sirius encourages your chin back up with his finger. “You’re fun,” he says. “You’re loads of fun. And you’re just as quick with jokes—actually, you’re loads funnier than Remus, though you can’t tell him I said that.” 
“Sirius,” you chide, suppressing a smile. 
“Dead serious,” he says with a straight face. “Really, lovely, just because you’re not as outspoken as all of us twats fighting to shout over each other doesn’t mean you don’t have important things to say. They know that, they all know that. And can I tell you something else?” 
You hum again, made wary by the glint in his eye. 
Sirius leans closer to your ear. “I sort of like that you’re usually only loud for me. In private.” 
Your laughter comes out suddenly enough to startle you both, you closing a hand over your mouth while Sirius leans away, grinning. 
“God, sorry,” you whisper, looking around in case you’ve attracted attention, “that was loud.” 
“Well, we are in private.” 
“You’re awful.” You hide against his front, giggling. 
“Yes, yes, I’m awful and you’re perfect.” Sirius kisses your hair. “I know all of this already, it’s only news to you. Listen, I don’t mean to rush you, but we probably should get back to our table before they send James for us. They were already complaining about you being too long in the loo before I left; they’ve grown rather attached to you.” 
Your brief silence must communicate enough of your surprise, because Sirius laughs. 
“Oh, right, yeah. They really like you. Shocking.” 
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yumiyawning · 1 month ago
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social butterfly!Reader x sensory overstimulated!Kageyama
cw: established relationship, post timeskip, female gendered reader, Tobio's slightly autistic, brief mention of alcohol??, kinda late to autism appreciation month sorry guys, Kageyama is in blue and reader in pink, hurt/comfort??
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama, who currently hates you. Well, not really, he couldn't possibly hate you, his beautiful, talented, gorgeous, terrifying wife. But God, does he hate your work responsibilities. Having to attend a work party on a winter-y Wednesday night?? What could possibly be the reason behind that evil scheme? But as your husband, it was his duty to come with you, acting as if you didn't bitch about your coworker Jessica and her, frankly, boring divorce as soon as you got home to him.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama whose ears itch as the loud music keeps getting louder and louder for absolutely no reason; how are you supposed to talk to people when all you hear is a fuckass remix of the "brat" album? So he just stands at your side, resting bitch face on, daydreaming about spiking a ball in your boss's face for even considering creating that event. Honestly, if it were up to him, he would have gone to bed an hour ago, if it hadn't been for your cute pout and begging.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama who leans down to murmur about getting another drink before walking off to the free bar. He almost knocks over a young, giggly, and drunk intern that incoherently babbles about...soaps? Tobio rolls his eyes, feeling his throat tighten up and walks off to wash off the nauseous feeling with a shot of whiskey.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama, who slowly starts to spiral, feeling overwhelmed by the noises, the smell, and the feeling of being surrounded by drunk individuals. His hands tremble, his breathing fastens, his chest tightens, his eyes wide and alert. He gets up abruptly and bolts outside wordlessly, seeking fresh air. When he does get outside, he crouches down, holding his face in his hands and trying to even his breathing.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama, who doesn't look up when you join him, with concern written all over your pretty face, too focused on working on his breathing exercises. 1,2,3..breath in..1,2,3..breath out. He really didn't mean to interrupt your evening with his social anxiety problems, and feels, oh, so guilty when you hold his hand to remind him of your persistent presence :( "Sorry pretty girl, didn't plan for my anxiety to kick in tonight." He breathes out harshly, to which you shake your head, "No baby, it's alright, I'm sorry I brought you here, I should have known it would be loud for you."
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ overstimulated!Kageyama, who shakes his head and pulls you close to him, sitting on the sidewalk and sighing heavily, eyes fluttering shut; he really doesn't deserve you sometimes, and yes, sometimes he may be harsh but, you're his sweet angel, always staying by his side, even when no one else was, even at his lowest. And well, how could he be the King of the Court if he didn't have his Queen by his side?
彡AN: guys, yesterday I ate this earth-shattering matcha cake and I left a slice for today, BUT MY BIG BACK AHH BROTHER ATE IT. . Also, I barely slept, like I woke up at 3am and was thoroughly thinking about how I was gonna write this, so yeah if there are any misspellings, sue me... ts pmo icl bro 💔💔 anyway love ya'll MWAH <3
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zombieplaygrounds · 1 year ago
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cw: vampires, afab!fem! reader x vampire! König, blood drinking, smut, oral sex, nipple stimulation, rough sex, implied man handling, not proofread
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Vampire! König was too cruel, had no issue putting you back into your place whenever you were being bratty. Called your love eternal, mentions how he has spent hundreds of years waiting for you. Your rich, delicious, bloody taste. As if you had asked for the overgrown leech.
Though, there were times you forgot the kind of monster he was, particularly when he had his cock deep in your cunt. He was big, bigger than you've ever had before. Reached all the special places in your cunt, enough to make you cry as your pussy suckled him from the inside. Absolutely fed his ego too, slapping your ass as he slammed brutally into you. Had no issue bullying your sore pussy for hours in end until you were degraded to nothing but a stupid, babbling, whore.
Moments like those you loved him. Did all the thinking for you. Loved when your pretty head was empty, made you all more compliant when he sunk his range into your flesh, mouthing at the delicious puncture wounds he had created into your soft skin. Even if you cried and squirmed a bit, the white ring of arousal that formed around his cock just showed your absolute love for him. Your devotion to your new master.
König wasn't completely cruel either. He sucked other things than your neck. Like your nipples. Absolutely loved starting there, they were so obviously sensitive, hardening when he even licked your breasts a bit. Loved making you cry from how hard he bit down on you, even when you tugged his hair it only made him groan and grinding his cock against your thighs harder. Even your clit was victim to his suckling bites. The frustrated bundle of nerves causing your cunt to weep tears of arousal around his tongue.
And after you had let him feast on your sweet nectar, he'd reward you with a nice cold embrace. Praising you for letting him use you in whatever way he needed, all while you whined and slowly came down from being cock drunk.
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lilliumrorum · 1 year ago
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Soap with a stoner S/O
A/n: sorry I haven’t checked my inbox, I didn’t think anyone would see my account so I haven’t really been looking, but here you are!!
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Soap x Stoner!reader
CW: use of marijuana, Alcohol. Sex is mentioned.
Before you both had even acquainted he could smell it on you
He thought nothing of it at first, believing that someone must have smoked next to you.
it wasn’t until he saw you being reprimanded for being under the influence during a mission that he finally understood.
When you both eventually talked to each other he noticed your glossy red eyes darting back and forth
After breaking the awkward barrier of being just teammates, he was more comfortable with your habit (He’d never really been around weed due to its legality)
He would snag you extra food if you had the munchies
Found it adorable the way you smiled when you ate the food he brought you
If you were ever too stressed he’d offer to pick up your workload so that you could get stoned and relax
The night your relationship changed was when you and the 141 had went out for drinks
Johnny knew you weren’t really a drinker, so he came up with a fun little dare
He walked over to where you sat and ordered you an old fashioned
When you went to question his actions he revealed his plan
He wanted to get as drunk as possible with you, and then once you two headed back to your room he would get high with you.
You didn’t just get drunk, you were hammered
Just kept laughing at your intoxicated state
When you both made it back to your room (he had to drag you) you couldn’t even get your bong because you couldn’t walk. You lazily clutched your hand towards the closet and whined
”What’re ye reachin’ for lass?”
You explained that the bong was too far for you to grab and that you were too dizzy to get up
He let out a laugh and got it for you
Looked at it like it was a fucking Scientific container and frowned when you giggled at him
Was mesmerized when you took it from him and showed him what to do
Actually called you an engineer (its literally the easiest thing and he still brings it up)
When you held it for him he looked into your eyes as you lit the bowl
As soon as he inhaled he almost coughed out his soul
You tried to explain how he can’t swallow it and how he actually has to inhale it
Once he did you made him take a long puff
Gagged at the taste
Snatched the water bottle off of your night stand
Within 5 minutes he was already zoned out
You decided to get baked as well, too drunk to count how many times you hit it
Your vision was still blurred and you were very light headed, words started spilling from both of your mouths
Many of them being things you would not say sober
Soap started babbling about demolitions
Asked if you’ve ever thought of being involved with anyone of your teammates
”I’m jus tryin’ to fill the silence Bonnie”
the silence was imaginary because he’d been talking your ear off
When you admit that you’ve thought of him being involved with you he almost jumped up and off of your bed
Had the biggest most shit eating grin known to man
“In what way lass!?” He asked energetically
”in every way.”
You were way too honest with that answer.
He was too high to even comprehend what you said.
Passed out on your thighs
Now it’s a routine, you both get drunk and high every weekend
Loves high sex
Is very soft during
Also loves cuddling and watching whatever is on if there is a tv
Another note: Sorry, I didn’t know whether to do HC style or to write a Drabble, so I opted for the HC Layout.
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icypenguin · 1 year ago
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୭˚.Sober up ᵎᵎ
ft. diluc ragnivndr
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in which your ex (kaeya) broke up with you and the only person left is him, but did you really accept the break up?
cw: alcohol use, drunk, mention of kiss marks, cuddling together to sleep
a/n: I’M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO UPLOAD LAST WEEK T-T ILL MAKE IT UP BY GIVING 2 FANFICS🙏🙏🙏 anyway no hate to kaeya but.. :p
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it was hard, hard for diluc to bottle his feelings for you, especially when you’re head over heels for his brother. he’s seen you together with him, being all lovey-dovey. but what was he supposed to do anyway? to tear you guys apart? to break the strong bond that you both had for eachother? seeing you hurt was the least thing he ever want. but at this occasion.. maybe he could steal a time or two to change his position?
“h-he hick he got home with kiss marks… hick did he really cheated on me? why.. why…” even thought it was shift time, diluc couldn’t resist ignoring or leaving you alone in a mess. especially since the mess was caused by his awfully untrusted brother, it feels like he’s involved in whatever your life is happening. he can’t bear leaving you alone at the night, cold, soaked by the rain, drunk…
“well, y/n, he didn’t treat you right anyway. now come on. don’t be so sad, he’s not the one for you anyway..” scoffing with an invisible eye roll, he wiped the glass that was used and put it back in the rack. since his shift time was almost over, why not accompany you home? besides, you’ve gotten wayyy to drunk to even walk straight or think straight. he was certain the thing you can think of is kaeya. why can’t you for once notice his caring behaviour on you!? archons, how oblivious you are…
“s-so you’re saying we’re not going to have a happily ever after?… was he- was he just faking it this whole time..?” you sobbed between words as you buried yourself on diluc’s shoulder once he got besides you. thinking back to the memory you’ve made with kaeya, you bursted into tears, remembering the flowers and small trinkets he got for you.
“well.. it’s not like that- it’s just.. life can make a turn but.. perhaps it’s actually the right way…?” he knew kaeya was a jerk, he won’t let kaeya to even spare a glance at you again. at this point, he doesn’t know what to say to assure you anymore, you were a babbling mess with tears marking your cheeks. sighing before saying, “look, i think it’s best if we get you home now… deal?” he made his hands around your shoulder to help you up on your feet. you could only give up yourself since you don’t really want to think or do anything right now, so you let him do the things for the better.
as soon as you got in to your house, at the corner, stands a vase with flowers inside, the flowers kaeya got you last month. it was still fresh and colourful, you cared it with all your full love, just like for him. on the other corner, laid a table. and on the top of it, cute frames you both decorated were on display, with your pictures together with him. ofcourse your house reminds you of him. kaeya. not diluc.
the only thing he does when he sees all the stuffs on display is to only frown, but he does that all the time anyway. since you were stumbling more, you got off your feet by his hands carrying you. quickly walking pass all the things that reminded you of him, the door to your room is finally in front. opening it, he laid you softly on your bed and tucked you in before getting you a glass of water.
“drink” he handed the cup for you to take. you drank it, yes, but only 2-3 sips, not having the energy to really do anything. “get yourself some rest okay? no more thinking about him, please?” his stare were now caring and pleading, pleading for you to forget him and be with him instead.
just as he was about to exit your room, “stay..” came our of your mouth. “please…” it was.. not that suprising, since everything you were down, affection would always be the cure. “ofcourse” walking carefully to your bed with a small smile plastered on his face, he made himself comfortable in the sheets with you. as soon as he was besides you, you cluthed his arms tightly in fear of being let go. “don’t worry.. i’ll stay here until you wake up..” after reassuring you, he placed his hand on your waist for warmth, as the other one was caressing your hair carefully.
the night was getting later and later, the moon peeked up from the window of your bedroom, the atmosphere was quiet, until one of you decided to utter somehting. “i love you, kaeya…” you snuggled closely, burrying your face on his chest.
“it’s diluc y/n, not kaeya…”
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♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧
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smallestapplin · 2 years ago
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*steeples fingers*
My beautiful, lovely noodle.
Omega Submas x Omega Reader?
Can be polyamory or not. Your choice for NSFW or SFW.
(Also here’s your reminder that you’re amazing! 🥰)
~Spark💥
IM THRIVING FOR THIS! Went smut, heat cycles, just as an excuse to world build a little. (Also I adore you, and will maim for you. My sweet darlin spark-)
🔞Cw : afab reader, shared between the two, heats🔞
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Ingo and Emmet think being mated to another omega was the best decision they have ever made, you understood them in ways most could not, understood their struggles, and what they meant by ‘yes nest, but it’s not right.’
They adore you.
You make their days better, and they are happy to do so in return. However, there is something most don’t mention when omegas enter a courtship together.
The heats.
Of course, with all three of you being fully grown omegas, you were very aware of heats, and how yours felt versus theirs. But it was like a change happened when they bit into your scent gland, and you theirs.
But when your heat started, it triggered theirs, causing the entire house to reek of in-heat omegas. But neither of you cares, only focusing on soothing the unbearable arousal overtaking you.
Ingo tried so hard to stay calm and to be the voice of reason. He’d go out of his way to run a bath, make dinner, and get snacks and drinks.
But his cock is fighting against his pants, his eyes keep filling up with tears with just how turned on he is, it’s just too much! And he hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet!
Just listening to you cry, and beg for your mates has him gripping the kitchen counter.
‘N-need it! Fuck me, fuck m!- ah!- more! M’gonna break!’
Ingo doesn’t know how he’s managed this long, but he had to since Emmet snapped at just the smell of your heat.
It triggered the younger twins’ heat too, leaving him sobbing against your neck as he fucks you relentlessly.
The headboard slams against the wall, much like the slamming your needy hole is taking.
Ingo knew his turn would be soon, but he just needed to make sure everything was prepared and ready before then. But the question is, will he make it?
‘Take it! Take it! Mmfuck- darrliiing!!’
Ingo is surprised at the level of rage he feels, hearing Emmet when it should be him making you feel good, making you cum.
He’s quick to finish up meal prep, finishing it just as your squeal echoes throughout the house. Fuck, you always sound so pretty when you cum! Ingo can’t help but rub his cock through his pants, trying to ease the tension.
But that means it’s his turn! The older twin has never moved so fast, rushing to the bedroom before Emmet can get another turn with you.
The younger twin nearly growls as his brother comes barreling through the door. He doesn’t care if he looks like a mess, he wants more of you!
“Learn to share our mate.”
Before Emmet can retaliate, you whine so prettily, shaking your ass from your downward position.
“P-please, want my mates! Fuck me, mark my pussy!”
You sob as Emmet is yanked away from you, leaving you to fall to your side on the bed. Ingo towers over you, cooing at you so sweetly, and nuzzling against your neck.
“Foods prepped, now go.” The older twin growls out to his brother.
Emmet simply groans dramatically and takes his leave. Letting you and Ingo finally be alone.
The stoic man can’t describe how much he wants you.
All his instincts screaming at him to submit to you, which seems you were thinking of as well. He yelps as you flip him onto his back, and tear his pants, leaving his throbbing cock bare.
“Ingooo, please! Fuck I need it- need you!”
“Yes yes use me! M’yours! Only for you!”
His eyes roll back, and his mouth hangs out with a loud cry. Your ass smacks wetly against his thighs. You grip his shoulders with a cock drunk smile, while you feverishly fuck yourself on his dick.
Two omegas in mindless heats, pawing at each other and babbling unintelligible nonsense, drunk off each other, drowning in each other's scents.
No one told you three just how desperate and shameless it could get, but fuck if you aren’t addicted.
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meowdarame · 4 years ago
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“drunk” ft miya osamu
cw: mentions of alcohol usage; angst to fluff/comfort
notes: this work is inspired by “drunk” by keshi. i wrote it last night when i was missing an old friend.
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“jesus christ ‘tsumu,” you grunt as you dump the blonde’s limp body into the backseat of his younger brother’s car. “how much did ya have to drink?”
the setter babbles incoherently, his words slurring together, but even without a response you know that he drank too damn much.
“thanks for helping me take this idiot home,” osamu says to you politely as he opens the passenger’s side door for you.
“of course,” you reply as you fasten your seatbelt while osamu hops in front of the wheel. giggling lightly to yourself, you continue, “it’s kinda like old times, don’t ya think?”
osamu lets out a soft chuckle. “yea, it kinda is.” he turns to the backseat to check up on his passed out brother.
“oi ‘tsumu, ya better not yak back there! i just cleaned these damn seats!”
his brother lets out an exasperated groan, and osamu drives out of the parking lot of the dingy bar where your high school reunion was held earlier that night.
needless to say, the 30 minute drive back to osamu’s apartment is awkward. aside from the occasional grunt from the incapacitated atsumu and the shitty radio music that plays quietly in the background, the car remains silent— until you break it with a candid statement.
“you smell like smoke.”
“it’s actually nuit de l’homme, sweetheart.”
sweetheart— you haven’t heard him call you that in a while.
there’s another pause but osamu continues, “it’s been a while since we last spoke.”
you sigh as you sink your head into the headrest. “yea.”
“so tell me, how’s it goin’?”
“i’m alright, and you?”
osamu shrugs lightly. “same here.”
from the corner of your eye, you see osamu flash you quick glances as he speaks to you.
“ya still like blues?”
your fingernails tap against the center divider, trying to fill up the emptiness in this small-talk conversation. “yup, nothing new.”
you turn your head to face the grey-haired man. it’s dim, but you can make out the outline of his muscular figure through the flashing streetlights that pass by outside of the car. the moonlight catches a few of his silver strands, giving the illusion that he’s twinkling. you inhale and ask a question that’s been lingering on your mind the whole night.
“you seeing anyone new?”
he lets out a dry laugh before answering. “careless loves? yea, i’ve had a few, but that was then.”
osamu’s head turns to meet your gaze, his eyes locking with yours. is that a hint of nervousness behind his chestnut eyes? “how ‘bout you?”
you gently shake your head before turning to face the street in front of you.
the rest of the car ride is quiet. luckily, atsumu never throws up in the car, and after plopping his passed out body onto the bed in osamu’s guest room, the younger twin ushers you to his front door to bid you farewell.
you stand in the apartment hallway as osamu leans against his doorframe.
“y’know,” he starts, “when I left ya, i never thought i’d find it hard to carry on.” osamu laughs dryly as he stares at his feet. “but i was wrong.”
“‘samu please—”
he cuts you off. “it’s nights like these when i think ‘bout ya the most— when all my friends are drunk and i’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself.”
you sigh. “‘samu we dated years ago… we were stupid kids back then.”
“doesn’t mean i loved ya any less,” he answers. he lifts his face and your gazes meet for the second time tonight, but this time, there’s something different behind his eyes— what were once somber are now soft and warm.
he whispers as he rests his head against the wooden doorframe. “just miss ya, that’s all.”
“i know, ‘samu,” you breathily exhale. reaching for his fingertips, you continue. “i miss you, too.”
the world stills as you stand in the hallway, your smaller hand wrapped around his index and middle fingers.
a buzz from your back pocket brings you back to reality. checking the time, you realize it’s getting late.
“i should head home,” you start, adjusting your purse that’s slung over your shoulder. “i’ll see ya tomorrow.”
osamu’s eyes shoot wide open. “tomorrow?”
“yep, i needa check up on your idiot brother.”
his bright eyes look dejected at your statement, and you giggle before pressing a quick peck to his cheek.
“and i have an ex-boyfriend i needa catch up with. take me on a date, yea?”
a soft smile spreads across osamu’s lips. “like old times?”
“just like old times.”
once you leave, osamu quietly closes the door before stumbling to bed, sleepiness quickly overcoming him. but this time, it’s different— he’s completely sober, no longer needing alcohol to drown out the feeling of missing you.
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j-jray · 4 years ago
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chapter 2 - drunk dazed
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✎ cw - mentions of alcohol, mentions of nsfw themes
✎ an ~ chapter one
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grey and kei didn't intend on going out tonight, but with joy and tadashi begging and bothering them all day with going to some college party, they had to give in.
kei didn't exactly expect joy to go all out though, downing 6 shots in a row was definitely over her limit. grey was iffy about even letting tadashi near any drinks but after he promised he'd only have two, they relaxed a bit.
it was going to be a long night.
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"everything is spinning," joy slurred, eyes heavy.
"yes joy, you're drunk," grey said sarcastically, sober so that they could drive everyone home.
"greyyyyyyy did i tell you *hiccup* about the time dashi threatened me?"
"dashi? threaten you?? what." their head cocked to the side in confusion.
"yess! he threatened me that if i told you that he came three times in a day he would break my polaroid. dashi can be so mean sometimes!"
silence was all that could be heard in the car, along with the very heated tension.
"tadashi yamaguchi." grey's voice was stern and serious, enough to make joy shiver.
a chuckle leaves kei's mouth by mistake. grey's head snapped in his direction.
"where is he."
"how the fuck am i meant to know?" kei rolled his eyes.
grey only got more agitated, to the point they stopped the car and questioned further.
"joy, how about you? know where he is?"
joy, in their drunken state, could only giggle.
grey's head went next to joy's ears, so they could whisper what they were about to say next.
"if you don't tell me, i'll reveal to kei about all your naughty doings," they smirked as they leaned back into their seat.
joy's eyes nearly shot out her head the moment the words "naughty doings" processed in their mind.
"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!?! I'm not gonna tell you anyways," she stuck her tongue at grey in a childish manner, leaving grey with no choice but to expose her.
kei wasn't deaf though. with his drunk girlfriend slumped against his chest, he tuned into their little conversation and an evil smirk grew on his face as grey threatened joy.
"what 'naughty doings' are we talking about here, hmm?" his hand cupped joy's chin, swiveling her head to look at him.
grey's voice came into conversation again. "i caught her watching porn whilst you were out last weekend."
joy's eyes widened.
kei's eyes widened.
but the widening soon turned into a eye smile as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"what a naughty girl you are."
joy's cheeks immediately heated up with embarrassment and fear of what would happen when they got home.
*achoo*
everyone went silent once again, until grey flung the driver's side door open and went to unlock the boot.
and there, sitting there, was a bright red and sweating yamaguchi.
"tadashi yamaguchi, you're in so much trouble when you get home."
"i-i'm sorry, i didn-" he stuttered.
"i don't want to hear your excuse," grey leaned in further, next to his flushed ears. "don't try and lie to me, baby."
tadashi's expression had fear and arousal written all over his face. grey could only smile innocently at him.
meanwhile, in the front of the car, joy was babbling even more nonsense from all the alcohol she took and as an attempt to distract kei from what grey had revealed to him.
"keiiiiii!"
"what,"
"i love you *hiccup*,"
"shutup,"
"mwah," she leans in to leave a kiss on his lips, falling asleep straight after.
looking down at his girlfriend's passed-out state, he tuts and brings her head closer to his chest.
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kei awoke to a loud cry from across the house, most likely to be yamaguchi's.
ah yes, joy exposed him yesterday. he remembered.
he turned his head to peer over at joy, who was fast asleep, clinging onto his arm.
kei: what the fuck did you do to him
grey: what?? i did nothing 😒
kei: are you sure, his cries don't sound like nothing 🤨
grey: okay maybe i put a cock ring on him
thinking of keeping it on him for a couple of days
kei: smh
his texts came to a stop when he heard faint whimpers from joy finally awakening.
"oh my god my head hurts so fucking much. what the hell happened?" joy croaked, her voice raspy from waking up + their hangover.
"good morning to you too. do you seriously not remember anything?"
she replied with a tired, puzzled look.
"well, you got very drunk, grinded alot on my lap, exposed tadashi, grey exposed you and then you kept saying you loved me before passing out," he stated.
"oh."
"speaking of grey exposing you, you still need to get a punishment..."
eyes widened, they slammed their face into the pillow, refusing to acknowledge kei's previous words.
"such a fucking brat."
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nani-nonny · 1 year ago
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Continuation of (semi-)drunk babbling but I’ve chugged a lot of water to balance out the drinks
I dropped my elote :(((((
My siblings laughed at me and took the last cob before I could make another :((((
*very dramatic sigh* they hate me
-Mention of drinking (and love-drunk babble from nonny)-
TLDR: I love you guys a lot, platonically
I got off work early to visit my papá, and I get there to a shot awaiting me in my lola’s hand, urging me to take shots with my papá because it’s so father-child bonding to take shots with parents (basically tradition)
Anyways, I’m ten shots deep (because I’m drinking for my alcohol-free siblings) and downing my second tamarind whiskey mixed drink and I’m feeling the love <333
I love it when people tell me they like my writing, it’s makes me all ooey gooey inside and I don’t know how to respond in words
I like when people review my writing (I’m looking mainly at you sniper *besito*)
I like when people don’t say anything but give a like or kudos to my fics (I memorized the returning readers and I always recognize you, but I won’t out you in case it makes you uncomfortable. But I see you and love you)
I like when people ask questions
I like when people like my peepaws. I’ve thought about making a role playing blog specifically for my peepaws, wouldn’t that be fun? So we can see it in its own space instead of BYMH?
I like when people draw me stuff inspired by my peepaws, even stupid doodles that FM Radio draws (I love you my dear friend mwah)
I like when I see the same people in my notifications interacting with my stupid snippets or even things I reblog (drifting mwah you’re more than this category but I’m drunk and lazy I think)
I like when people interact with my mundane posts and not related to my fics. You don’t have to do tjat, I’m voicing my inner thoughts to no one, but it makes me feel seen in a way that matters and doesn’t make me feel too perceived
I like writing peepaws
I like others peoples peepaws
I like the turtles not peepaws too
I fucking hate tcest bitches get away don’t perceive my peepaws
I like my drink it has a little sweet and spicy kick
I like my dad when he’s not acting like a toddler /aff lol
I like turtles
My little Jenny thinks it’s snack time whenever I’m snacking haha she’s cute
The kids I work with want to see Jenny but Jenny gets overwhelmed in that kind of scenario so I can’t bring her
I want to play games with my online friends :( I like phy and drifting and sniper and dragon and radio and haha it’s like I’m naming random objects in my room hehe
I shouldn’t have my phone in my hand but I’m responsible enough not to do stupid things
I like autocorrect because it makes me spell right haha
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