Grinding on someone but in a bottom way. Approaching a person sitting at a bar and straddling their thigh all hard. Pervy subs replacing the creeps at clubs thats it. Iâm drunk ignore this Iâm just thinking bout it.
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Grinding on someone but in a bottom way. Approaching a person sitting at a bar and straddling their thigh all hard. Pervy subs replacing the creeps at clubs thats it. Iâm drunk ignore this Iâm just thinking bout it.

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Could be a threesome with Jin and Hobi?
I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY I FELL ASLEEP LMAO
All youâve wanted for the last few days has been to relax. By yourself. You finally have a few minutes to yourself, in your own bed. Your boyfriend Hobi is making dinner in the kitchen with his friend Jin. Jin. God, fucking Kim Seokjin. Heâs been unusually touchy today and you canât for the life of you figure out what has gotten into him, but it certainly isnât helping the constant swirling in your abdomen the last few days.
Jinâs fucking attractive, okay? Especially since heâs been letting his hair grow out. You asked Hobi not long ago if he would be ever interested in having a threesome, and he said sure, but when you told him you wanted Jin as a third, he just laughed and said âI can try, doubt it though.â
Men are useless sometimes.
You were hoping maybe heâd agree before the rest of their friends return from their military service at the end of the month and your house becomes the usual hangout again. You shrug, if you canât get what you want, youâll just have to do it yourself. All you need is five minutes⌠maybe ten. And with both of them busy, you finally have a chance.
SecUnit in a fight with a toaster bot and losing
ÂŤ Listen, I am capable of doing terrible things to you and I would rather not, Âť Murderbot says, hands gripping the counter. ÂŤ I asked for a bagel, on setting three. Four times. My human needs this bagel. Âť
ÂŤ Suck my outlet plug, Âť replies the toaster. ÂŤ You'll get it burnt or not at all. Âť
Ratthi watched, sipping his coffee, as the toaster beeped and spat out yet another blackened bagel. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on there, but at least he was as entertained as he was hungry.
Drunk Drabble
WITH RAPHAEL!
I've done this with Aemond plenty of times and had great fun.
But what of a drunk Tav/reader irking the living hell out of Raphael?
Raphael x reader (gn) | drabble
Drunk Drabble
Hey lovelies. I have had about 5 drinks and decided to encapsulate this moment in time. If you see any errors, it's because I am TIPSY BBY and can't be bothered.
NSFW Mammon + Drunk MC
CW: slightly dubcon (intoxication)
Minors DNI
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Maybe you had too much to drink. It didn't matter though, your body was alive and all felt right in the world. Once introverted, the liquid courage gave you the confidence to seduce any man that came into your sight. And you found the perfect man. Tall, handsome, an air of mystery surrounded him; you had to have him.

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Drunk Drabble:
âYou come here often?â âWell considering I work here, yes.â
Ship of your choice!
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Nesta looked at her watch and sighed.
She still had two hours until closing, and the bar was crowded. Most of the bodies filling the space were out on the dance floor, enjoying the live band. Some days, Nesta welcomed that kind of shift, but tonight, the lack of presence at the bar made her evening drag by.Â
And she just wanted to go home.
And sleep.
She eyed a bottle of tequila before reluctantly pouring herself a shot. After tossing it back, she debated on pouring herself another just to have something to do, but she found that she had a new customer seated just in front of her. His lopsided grin pissed her off.
âWhat can I get you?â Nesta asked, leaning against the counter in front of him.
âWhiskey,â he said, a slight slur to his voice. âNeat.â
Nesta chuckled as she pulled a glass out from under the counter and filled it up. âI assume youâve come here from another bar.â
He lifted a brow as he took a sip. âWhy-Why would you say that?â
âBecause I can smell the tequila on your breath from here,â Nesta said, crossing her arms. âWhich is funny, considering I donât see you as much of a tequila man.â
His grin was alarmingly beautiful. âIâm Cassian.â
âThatâs nice,â Nesta said, wiping up invisible residue with her rag. âCan I get you anything else?â
âNice bar,â he said, looking around, nodding uncontrollably. âYou come here often?â
Nesta blinked. âWell considering I work here, yes.â
âShut the fuck up,â Cassian said, smacking his hand on the bartop, making Nesta jump. âYou work here?âÂ
Nesta hesitated. âSeriously? I just poured you a drink less than a minute ago-.â
âYouâre the prettiest bartender Iâve ever seen,â he said, and when their eyes met, his were definitely glazed over. âThe bartender at the last bar we were at was seven feet tall, hairy as hell, covered in tattoos, and named Arnold.âÂ
Nesta wasnât even sure what to say to that one. âMaybe I should cut you off.â
Cassian threw his head back and laughed, and although it was sudden and made her jump again, Nesta had to admit that his smile was breathtaking. âIâm fine. Alright? Iâm...Iâm fine. Itâs my brotherâs bachelor party. Weâre just doing a little...barhopping.âÂ
âI assume you have a designated driver?â Nesta asked.
Cassian chuckled. âShit, youâre the most pretentious bartender Iâve ever met.â
Her lips formed a thin line. âDonât you have a party to return to?â
âCan I have your number first?â he asked, leaning across the bartop.
Nesta nearly gagged at the scent of alcohol on his breath. âI donât think so.â
Cassian only grinned. âYour loss, sweetheart.â After a wink, he pushed himself up from the bar and went back to his group of friends.Â
And Nesta, gods damned her, watched him go.Â
happy birthday week coco!
my drabble request is hermione and fred being evil prankster geniuses together because i love their potential dynamic â¤ď¸
best wishes :)
I'll be honest, this prompt filled me with dread because I am not a prankster and honestly can never think of anything like that cleverly - but then I had a chat with @sallyjavery and we thought....... neither is Hermione. And then I had quite a lot of very nice white burgundy and wrote this:
Hermione is in a new dress and she knows she looks good. Itâs dark red and it dips low on her tanned back and -
She knows, alright. Sheâs not stupid. She sees the way Fred Weasleyâs eyes drag over it fast once and then again, a second time, very slowly, when she steps through the door. She bought it specially for New Yearsâ Eve. Their second one after the war, all the Order together and Harry and Ronâs new Auror friends, and Ronâs sweet-but-sharp new girlfriend who plays with Ginny for the Harpies. The house is unrecognisable now, wrangled into a home by Sirius and Harry and -
Sheâs dressed for that moment, when Fred Weasleyâs eyes turn hazy-blue and he grins slowly.
Heâs never said it, not to his little brotherâs best friend, but sheâs not stupid. The last boyfriend she brought over to meet the Weasleys (god, so embarrassing, the worst evening) had never spoken to her again after being turned into a nogtail âLike the ones youâre always off hunting,â George had grinned, but it had been Fred, all sharp-eyed and gleaming whoâd handed him him the glass - and
Hermione knows heâs interested. Sheâs picked the dress, a dress that says sheâs not just his little brotherâs friend and if heâs interested he should bloody well do something about it before someone else does. And sheâs sure, so sure, that itâs working.
And then she makes the mistake of drinking the glass he hands her and she doesnât feel anything but she smells it, something burning, and Harry is choking with shock and laughter on his vol-au-vent and Kreacher is muttering and reluctantly trying to help and she catches sight of herself in the mirror above the fire and sees her hair on fucking fire and -
Everyone is staring.
She wants to kill him.
She puts out the fire with a flick of her hand. Wandless. She fights for composure. She wants to die.
She pretends to laugh. She waits.
Hermione has read fifty-seven of the books from Grimmauldâs library, thirty-two she picked up from Dumbledore and Knockturn Alley to research Horcruxes and other Dark Magic, and seventeen just because they looked interesting.
Heâs stupid enough to sit opposite her, stupid enough to look amused, idiotic enough to tell her she looks hot as fire.
Sheâs as angry as fire anyway. Angry and humiliated and -
Itâs a Dark Curse, she knows that, but so is most of the magic the twins use in their shop. They take the venom out, but she wonât.
It starts slowly, with every bite of the bouillabaisse Kreacher has prepared, scales appearing one by one, creeping up his neck and down his robes. He itches his nose. He reaches for his wine, fumbles it as his fingers meld together.
Scales, slithering over him, scales bit by bit, with every laugh, every jibe. Scales until he, Fred Weasley, coils down onto the table, a harmless little grass snake.
Everyone laughs. And then, when they canât fix him, they stop.
The party breaks up long before midnight, what with all the Weasleys and an embarrassed, defiant Hermione carting the snake off to St Mungos. No one has exactly accused her, but they keep giving her slightly baffled, shocked looks.
âTook that a bit far, didnât you Granger?â George eventually mutters, after a harassed Healer assures them Fred will be fine in the morning, and yes the morning, we have other more urgent patients Mrs Weasley --
âI donât know what you're talking about,â she says haughtily.
âYou already scare the shit out of him,â Fredâs double, who somehow leaves her cold, says. Heâs almost smiling, but he looks annoyed anyway. âNow heâll - well. Never mind. Just go.â
She goes home and reads the book she took the spell from. Short-sighted and impulsive when angered, Professor Trelawney had written in the report explaining why Hermione had dropped her class. That was all. One sentence.
Sheâd been right. It was a dark enough hex he could probably have her fined for it if he reports it. Not that she thinks he will.
She downs a vial of Dreamless Sleep and wakes up feeling just as stupid, embarrassed and sick as she had when sheâd gone to bed, and still in that stupid, wasted, red dress.
She pulls on jeans and a jumper and wipes her makeup off. Itâs still perfect, itâs magical, but she doesnât want anything from the night before clinging to her skin.
Itâs only six am, the receptionist informs her rudely, and visiting hours havenât started.
âCould you let him know Hermione Granger is waiting,â she snaps.
âOh, Miss Granger,â the womanâs brow clears. âI didnât realise - Iâm sure we can-â
Ten minutes later she is facing the door of the Magical Mishaps ward on the ninth floor.
She stands staring at it for eighty-three seconds before she opens it. She counts.
Fred is intact. Many of the wardâs other residents are not.
âI donât think,â he says hoarsely, âyouâve got much of a career as a prankster.â
âProbably not,â she agrees, and realises she is still angry. She feels so small. Maybe sheâs just angry with herself.
âIâm a dick,â he continues, voice fading a bit. âHermione - come closer.â His blue eyes gleam and when he carries on thereâs nothing of that hoarseness. He was faking it.
âIâm sorry I set your hair on fire,â he says meekly.
âIâm sorry I cursed you and your descendants to be snakes every dark of the moon,â she murmurs back innocently, as he takes her hand and pulls her even closer.
âWait - what?â
She bursts out laughing, then sheâs close enough for their lips to meet - finally - and thereâs no need for anything like a fire spell.
Sergeant, I'm Yours Sergeant
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: title says it all
Warnings: Grinding (I don't know what you really call this?), sergeant kink, 18+ please
A/n: This drabble is for Day 2 of the @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Kinktober : Sergeant Kink.
The smell of arousal permeated Bucky's room without question. He's already made you cum twice with his tongue and now, with his hands firmly on your waist, he's guiding your hips against his rock hard cock.
"Say it!" His tone demands, his fingers squeezing your waist so hard that red marks stay behind, a sure sign you'll bruise tomorrow but neither of you give a shit.
"Ah! Fuck! It feels so good!" You moan, your fingernails digging into his shoulders, leaving half-moons behind.
"Say it!" He repeats, stilling your hips, causing you to grind against air.
"Please Sergeant Barnes."
"Please what, doll?" He taunts, still keeping your pussy away from his crotch.
"Please let me cum Sergeant." Your voice pleads, pools of tears already threatening to spill.
"Who do you belong to doll? C'mon! I wanna hear you say it!" He growls, his stubble of a beard scratching along your jawline.
"You! I'm yours, Sergeant Barnes." A promise laced within those words.
"Good girl. Now be my good girl and cum for me." And with that, he pulls your hips back down and you moan in satisfaction.
The delicious friction of your bare pussy grinding against his clothed hard cock sends shockwaves through your entire body.
Your back arches, your chest pushed up into his face as your legs begin to quiver. Your heavy moans and pants near his ears drives Bucky insane. He loves you like this; desperate, needy, whimpery.
A few more hard strokes of your clit against his shaft has you cumming over his black boxers with a scream.
"GOD!" You can feel your entrance clenching around nothing, your body falling forward and burying your head in the crook of his neck.
"My good girl." He whispers in your hair.
"Always for you, Sergeant Barnes."
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