Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
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I know I made this post before but I’m doing it again because it still puts me to sleep every fucking time
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like i am aware that i’m insane for starting it rn and i’m too tired to read past this first chap but MAGIC BEANS is absolutely sending me. no notes, this is gonna be a blast
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Actually you know what forget all of my complaining about PokeMas giving N another sync pair unit. I was such a fool. I forgot my true values and beliefs. My CORE. One of my defining personality traits which is: I am a hardcore Unova/Gen 5 stan. So YOU KNOW WHAT?? You GO, N, you funky little gay man. Bring Unova more rep by having all of the epic dragon legendaries and showing up in fine-ass looking suits. UNOVA SUPREMACY
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i still believe in larry and probably always will but what if i become just a fan of louis whar then
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Tonight a friend of mine made a snide comment that stung and I so badly wish I acted like a Neil or an Andrew but I realized in that moment I’m truly a Kevin. I take the jabs until I can’t anymore and then I snap and everyone thinks I’m an asshole. I let everything marinate until it’s late at night and it’s consuming me and I hate myself for being this way and I wanna down a bottle of vodka. Not me finally getting clarity on why I love Kevin so much. I love Kevin Day because I am him. From one sad bitch to another, I get you Kevin. Please tell me there are more of us out there.
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Alcohol is a menace. Yes I get to exist without anxiety. It’s delicious. I form coherent words and sentences. I hold people’s attention and earn an A+ in conversations. But god forbid I’m left alone after drinking. It’s like all the depression I temporarily abate comes back ten fold. Love that!!!! Goodnight.
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