#drunk writing

[crumbs-and-biscuits]

Once again, I must remember my place in the world.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, thick with unspoken words that I will forget in the morning.

[introvertathome]

Hi friends!

Y'all can expect an upload tonight for my ongoing phm oneshots. I'm a little tispy and had a great idea about Rocky and Adrian dealing with a drunk Grace, so now I'm writing this prompt and drinking

This is gonna be great lol

[screeching-chaos]

Aforementioned two parter of Laurance angst

Laurance was changed when he got back. Cadenza and Hayden are really the only people who noticed, and he kept pushing them away. The people he was around after only ever knew this version of him. Garroth had some encounters with him, but with how closed off Garroth was he never took the time to know Laurance. Not back then at least. Aphmau only knew him for so long before he died so when he acts a bit different it takes a bit longer for her to notice. Whenever she asks about it he brushes it off. Every so often he'll admit that it's due to what happened, but he never wants to actually talk about it, and she's always hesitant to push it. Moving to Phoenix Drop put some distance between Hayden and Laurance. Hayden understood why he left, and Laurance was always closer with Joh. Cadenza couldn't bring herself to tell Hayden what happened. It was months until he found out the details. Cadenza noticed though. Her and Laurance had been so close before he died. She loved having her brother back, and she was terrified of losing him a second time. So she moved to Phoenix Drop. She told Lady Aphmau that it was so she could grow as a person. It wasn't. It was part of it, but more than anything, she didn't want to take her eyes off Laurance. They were the same age technically, but she was a few months older, and she always acted it. She always looked after him when they were younger, and when he went to the academy she sent letters nearly every day. So when he went missing, when he came back, half dead and a shadow knight. She was doing whatever it took to not lose him again. No one else noticed the new scars on him. No one said anything about the burns covering his body. Burns that were not there before. She watched him grow up, she was there when he got many of his scars. These ones were difficult though. She was not there to help nurse them. She didn't know the story behind any of them. She did know the weight they carried though. She noticed how his build changed, how his eating habits changed, how he rarely ever slept, how his fighting style was different. She noticed everything. The first time she noticed just how many new scars he had he was trying on some clothes she had made. His abomination now multi colored and textured. He hadnt hesitated to remove his shirt. He realized his mistake right away. The last time she had looked at him like that was when Joh died. She was in pain, pain that was so strong mentally it became physical. He lied, he told her not to worry about it. He told her that he didn't remember any of it. He told her they didn't hurt anymore. She knows all his tells though and she told him so. It was the first time they fought like this in years. She was crying by the end of it. Begging for him to open up to her. Begging for the man that she grew up with to just tell her something, anything. He didn't though. He lied and she knew he was but he didn't care. He told her his memories of his transformation were missing. That he didn't know how those scars got there. He couldn't meet her eyes, he stumbled over his words he took to long to respond. He knew it was obvious he was lying. Telling the truth made it real though. He refused though. Saying it out loud, telling anyone, especially Cadenza what happened, it made it real. All of it. Every burn, every cut, every stab, everything that slid out of Gene's mouth, it would be real, and that was something he couldn't deal with. He knew he was a Shadow Knight, he was learning how to live again, learning how to be a person. Accepting what happened was not something he could do, not right now at least. He prayed for the first time in years after that fight. He hadn't even prayed when Joh and Sasha died. This was something far different. He knew how to deal with death. It was something he could accept and acknowledge. This wasn't though.

Pt2

[nonscathingbullets]

Here is my drunk fic I wrote last night! I ✨️passed out✨️ before I got to finish, but here's what I managed to get down for anyone interested, lmao.

(In the interest of preservation, it is not proofread or edited)

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

Amanda LaRusso

SMUT!!! Minors DNI

(Drunk fic- I'm fuckin hammered bro)

You were working your ass off all week at the dealership in hopes Amanda would notice. Her dark drown hair and tall frame caught your attention in an instant. You imagined every possible scenario of you two together- even at the dealership if you were honest with yourself.

To your surprise, your work and body didn't go unnoticed. "This all for me?" Amanda questioned in a sultry tone as she made her way over to you. You froze nervously before answering.

"Y-yes," you stuttered, backing against the brand new Mercedes parked in the dead center of the showroom.

"Well," she began, taking your face in her hands and bringing her plump lips close to yours, "I guess I better show you my appreciation." Little did you know she had the keys in her hand, and she unlocked the door, opening it and pushing you inside as she kissed you hungrily. You let out a soft moan as she opened the door skillfully and pushed you down onto the leather upholstery. Lucky for you, everyone had gone for the day.

"A-amanda...." You moaned softly as she kissed down your neck, sliding down your pants.

"Shh... baby. Let's me take care of you today," she murmured, taking off your work pants. You obeyed. Not uttering a word as she went down on you. Slurping up your juices greedily. "So beautiful for me, baby. How would I get anything done without you here, beautiful," she murmured into your dripping pussy.

"Aaaahh...ooohh..." You mewled out, desperate for more.

[thepathetickind]

guess it's my fault for clinging to these dump thoughts, holding on to everything from you, each emptiness you left in me, tonight I felt drunk too, but no one came to kiss me like you did

by laurenmaerie, holding onto everything // drunk writings

[stellorao3]

getting drunk and writing smut, just like God intended

[writinggremlin]

This week's gonna be a bit crazy with the alcohol, ngl lol. Halloween week plus a 4 day weekend equals alcoholic chaos lmao

Anygay-- Send in some prompts and I'll fill them out sometime this week! Hopefully!

Check my pinned post for a link to a list of some active ask games, and the names of my ocs! You can also check my "#ask the soup" tag! I'd link those here, but Tumblr's been a bitch with letting me add hyperlinks lately :/

[whumpinggremlin]

Hey ya'll! Gonna be going to get some alcohol soon and plan to try and write a little bit while drunk.

If any of ya'll have writing prompts of any kind, toss them my way!! :D