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#osaka#noodles#japanese food#aesthetic#vintage#old school cool#style#beauty#travel#asian food#drunken#octopus#sake
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Windsor Castle from Datchet Lane on a rejoicing night, 1768
by Paul Sandby
#windsor castle#art#paul sandby#windsor#datchet lane#england#english#bonfire#night#full moon#river bank#fireworks#river thames#middle ward#winchester tower#star buildings#georgian era#georgian#great britain#history#celebration#king#george iii#torch#tricorn hat#drunken#drunk#castle#british#torchbearer
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A drunken Muscovite who jumped onto the subway rails was promptly rescued by other passengers, but when pulled out, he was immediately beaten for delaying the train.
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New series.. I put SOooo much effort into these XD.
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Naoma did a drinkie
#werewolf#werewuff#sfw fur art#sfw furry#furry#furry art#art#drink#drinks#drinking#alcohol#liquor#drunk#drunken#Naoma
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Dark!Feysand x closeted!reader: Drunken Confessions[***]
A/N: I just— it’s them. They’re the problem, not me—I swear.
Warnings: dubcon/noncon, pussy eating, oral (m recieving)
Drunken Mistakes Drunken Promises
You grip the apple with both hands as you flinch, a pair of hands settling on your hips, a chin resting on your shoulder.
“There you go,” Feyre soothes, pressing a kiss to the space beneath your ear, making you tense further. “How are you this morning?”
You try to relax, settling into her hold, forcing your muscles to release their tension so she doesn’t detect your fear. You swallow, “I’m—good.”
You can feel her frown. Then you can see it when she plies the apple from your hands, disregarding the nail indentations, turning you to face her. “You don’t like me touching you.” There’s a sadness in her eyes, as if she’s looking at something less fortunate than her. Pitifully.
“I’m not—It isn’t right,” you whisper, hardly a breath, but her blue-grey eyes flick to your mouth. Already so hungry. “Would you prefer Rhys?” She’s baiting you, and you stumble right into it, just like she knew you would.
You shake your head gently, “no…” Your lower lip wobbles, and she wants nothing more than to put her teeth there. “No? You want me instead?” Pride swells in her chest when you nod, feminine satisfaction drawing heat between her thighs. She knows she shouldn’t make you choose, but— She bites her lip.
“Then why do you run from us? From me? Do you not like the pleasure we gave you?” Warmth flushes your cheeks and fear crawls beneath your skin at the reminder. “No, it’s… I’m adjusting, is all,” you lie. “It’s a big change, to suddenly see you in a…”
“Sexual sense?” She asks.
You flush, “non-platonic way.” She tips her head, then grips your hips slightly tighter, bringing you against her, making you tense. “Why can’t you admit it?” She asks, lips brushing over your own, and you stiffen.
Your hands lift to her shoulders, keeping her away as she moves to kiss you. “Feyre, I’m… I don’t think…” A growl sounds in the back of her throat and you stiffen but keep your hold on her. “Females just—… They aren’t for me.”
“That’s a lie,” she growls, then her features soften. “It’s okay to be scared, birdie. I know this might be a sudden change for you, but we’re here. Whenever you want us. Now’s the perfect time to experiment.”
She leans closer, her hands sliding to wrap around your waist, tugging your torso against hers, pulling you into her warmth. “It’s just you and me here. No need to be afraid, it’s just us. I know you want me, I’ve lost count of the drunken confessions you’ve given, naming every depraved act you’ve wanted me to do to you, or you to me.” She breathes the words over you, and you shudder, the pads of your fingers digging into her shoulders as your thighs squeeze together.
She taps the bargain mark that is imprinted on your sternum, “I can’t help you if you don’t reach, sweet thing.” You swallow, trying to gently push away from you, but her thigh presses between your own, making you bite your lip. “I command you to tell me the truth,” she whispers, and you whimper, trying to shake your head. You know the stinging pain that will come if you don’t comply. “Do you want me to touch you?”
You turn your head away from her, heat flushing your skin as you attempt to get away, twisting so you won’t have to answer as you seal your lips together. “Answer me,” she says, making you whine as the buzzing starts.
“Yes…” Tears brim at the edges of your eyes as the confession is pulled out of you. “See?” Her thumb brushes over the crest of your cheek. The edges of your mouth twist down as you shrink away from her soft touch. “You want me, so stop holding yourself back. I’m right here, sweetness. So touch me.”
Unwillingly, your arms snake around her neck, pulling you chest to chest with her, until your noses are touching. “There you go, see? Doesn’t it feel nice?” She asks, and you feel every word. You dip your head, averting your eyes, even as her hands wrap around your back, one sliding between your shoulder blades to make you arch. “That’s the bargain,” you fight, weakly, “I’m not choosing it.”
Something sparks in her eyes as she peers at the tight press of your bodies, biting her lip. Her gaze flicks back up to yours, “don’t push back.” Then her hands are wrapping beneath your thighs, moving to be between them as she moves your legs to wrap around your hips, hoisting you higher. You gasp, this time clutching onto her of your own volition at the disorienting movement.
“Fey…what are you…?” She turns, and sets you on the table, her hands lowering to the delicious swell of your ass, squeezing. You jolt, smushing yourself against her as you attempt to get away from her groping hands. She huffs a laugh as you press into her, hand tangling in your hair, forcing you to meet her gaze.
Arousal coalesces between her legs at your expression, peering up at her with your lips slightly parted. She needs to taste you. “Remove your dress for me, birdie.”
Your lower lip trembles, but you follow her orders, fingers fumbling as you clasp the hem, lifting it over your head. Your shrug it off, gathering the material to your chest in attempts to hide yourself. “Lower it.” A soft sob breaks your lips as you’re forced to lower it, baring yourself to her.
A whine drags from your throat at her thumbs brush over your nipples, pinching lightly as her eyes gleam. And then she’s lowering herself, mouth opening over your skin as her hands keep your thighs spread. “Touch me,” she says, reattaching to you.
Your fingers thread in her hair, but instead of trying to tug her away, you keep her close. Arc into her mouth. You bite your lip in attempts to silence yourself. She doesn’t like that, teeth nipping at you, making you gasp.
Her hands raise over the tops of your thighs, hooking beneath your underwear. You squeal, trying to squirm away but she growls softly, pulling away, enabling her to tear the fabric from your body. Her eyes latch onto your sex, hot and gleaming, and perfectly ready for her to drag her tongue—
She drop to her knees, mouth opening over you, swinging your legs over her shoulders.
“Feyre!” You gasp, still struggling, wanting to get away but her mouth feels so good. “Feyre, stop…” you whimper, attempting to tug her away from your wet heat. She pulls back for a moment, staring up at you from between your spread legs, “answer. Truthfully. Do you want me to stop?”
A shiver runs down your spine, and her breath brushes over your clit. You try to squeeze your thighs together but she holds them apart. You swallow. Bite your lip. “…no.”
Her pupils dilate, her head cocking to the side, thumb brushing your skin, making you tense. “You want a female’s mouth between your legs? Want me to make you feel good? Answer me, sweet thing.”
You whine, tears sliding down your cheeks as you’re forced to prematurely confront that secret part of yourself. You’ve known your preferences for a long time, but… It’s disgusting. Wrong of you.
You nod, hands tightening in her hair.
More tears spill when she returns to your heat, your head falling back as a soft cry escapes you. You bite your lip in attempts to silence yourself, to no avail. Her tongue swirls over your clit, lapping and occasionally nipping, your hips bucking in response. “Feyre…” you moan, weakly, widening the stance of your thighs to make more room for her as she continues pleasuring you.
You’re so caught up in her mouth, you don’t hear the cat-soft footfalls padding toward the kitchen.
It’s not until he’s lazily dragging a chair back from the kitchen table that you flinch, noting his presence. You yelp, grabbing for your dress but a tendril of darkness snares you, pinning your wrists to the table. “My, my. What a feast you’ve laid out, darling,” Rhysand drawls, gracefully sliding into the chair to indulge in the show.
Breathless, you flush with embarrassment and shame.
“And here I was, thinking I might grab a bite to eat and then come visit you. How greedy you are.” The low purr of his voice has your thighs squeezing the female, her tongue lapping intently between your legs, set of memorising your flavour.
Violet eyes slide to yours, and arousal slams into you. The sharpness to those eyes. Their depth and power. You bite your lip, quickly averting your gaze from humiliation.
A high-pitched moan hitches from your throat as she does something wicked with her tongue.
Rhys groans, leaning back in his chair, and you can clearly make out the silhouette of his arousal. You’re brought back to the memory of him inside of you, pounding mercilessly while Feyre was seated atop your mouth. He’d slammed into you over and over again, filling you up until he was spilling down the sides, staining the sheets as he pumped you full.
His eyes gleam like he’s remembering, too.
His hellish mouth lifts into a feline smirk, and he adjusts himself, palming lightly as he does so. But with barely a thought, the table has been laid, food appearing before him, so he can eat while he indulges.
Feyre pushes her fingers inside of you, and you squeal, toes curling as your arms give out, crashing into the jars adorning the table. You don’t have time to fret, as she begins curling them, rubbing against a spot inside of you that has you arcing off the wooden surface.
A deep, masculine groan sounds from beside you. The food was just given to him, but already he’s waving it away, instead standing and reaching for something you knocked over. He opens it, dipping his long fingers in, pulling them out.
You protest weakly when he presses them to your lips, but he gives you a silent order, and you’re compelled to follow. Your eyes roll at the sweet flavour of the jam, the way the pads of his digits rub over your tongue, as if imagining your mouth wrapped around other parts of him.
A flush warms your cheeks under the intensity of his gaze as he sends an image into your head. Tears brim with a mix of arousal and disgust.
It’s from his perspective, lounging in his throne. His long legs are spread, and you’re knelt between them. A collar hugs your neck, and he’s holding the leash firmly in his hand. Your back is curved, lips plump and flushed. One hand is pressing against his hip, while the other is wrapped around his cock.
You look up at him with large eyes, and you shuffle closer, settling between his thighs: eager to pleasure him. You stroke him, long, firm pumps of your hand, but he jerks the leash, pulling you to his cock. A whimper drags from your throat, but it’s full of need, like you’re dying to have him in your mouth, to have him fuck into you.
When he lets you out of the small illusion, you’re moaning loudly, the noises spilling from your lips with every flick of Feyre’s tongue, every pump and curl of her fingers against that spot.
Rhys squeezes your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he spits down. Your eyes widen as his saliva mixes with your own, his fingers already dipping inside, making sure he coats your tongue. Your back arches and he growls his pleasure at your reaction.
“Like that, little lynx?” He questions, his free hand brushing over your sternum, finger tips dancing over the bargain mark. You whimper around his digits, tongue recoiling. His brow narrows but his violet eyes gleam. “Want me to shove them further, hm? Bring you to the edge of this table so you can take my cock instead?”
Involuntarily, you eye his trousers, how he’s straining behind those buttons, begging to be released. He notices your gaze, hand palming himself to relieve some of the tension. To take the edge off.
His dark laugh slides down your spine, settling in the pit of your belly, where all that heat is slowly gathering. “Yeah? Want to be choking on my cock, huh? So filthy, aren’t you.” He removes his fingers from your mouth, only in favour of pushing those strands of hair from your face, so gently. “Want to feel me spilling down your throat?” He drawls, undoing the buttons that are keeping him from doing exactly that.
You writhe on the table, Feyre’s arm snaking over your hips as she holds you still. She’s getting you so close, and you know you won’t last long. Not with how her mouth is working you, that delicious, wet heat enveloping your sex.
“Feyre…” you manage a small whimper, as you feel that coil tightening in your lower belly. Rhysand halts his movements, his eyes practically glinting with animal delight, his hands dropping away from his buttons in favour of twining rings round your nipples, pinching lightly.
“Are you gonna come, little lynx? Gonna let Feyre taste you, come in her mouth?” He drawls, leaning over you. You mewl as you feel yourself cresting that high, and you grapple for something to hold onto.
Your muscles seize as the pleasure crashes through you, laying siege to your body as you whimper, mouth dropping open. Your hands fly to Rhys’ as you twist your head to the side, back arcing as your hips buck against Feyre’s mouth. The High Lord allows it, his fingers twining with yours as he squeezes you back, feeling how you tense with every wave that’s rushing you.
All he can think about is putting you on your knees. Tying you up, gaging your mouth open so he can feel the wet heat of your tongue gliding against him, watch as drool spills messily, mixing with his come.
Your thighs squeeze Feyre when she begins to take you into overstimulation, her tongue still lapping up your slick, swirling over your clit. She pulls away, but not before kissing her way up your centre, nipping lightly at the apex of your thighs before remedying it with a small lap. Then she’s crawling up your body and you whimper as she climbs onto the table.
Rhys’s free hand snakes over the nape of her neck, threading through her hair as he hauls her mouth to his. You watch, sinfully fascinated as his tongue sweeps into her mouth, eager to taste you and his mate together. His hips buck and you tighten around nothing at the memory of having him between your legs—inside of you.
You can clearly make out the outline of his cock, and your mouth-waters at the sight. Your other hand begins moving toward him, as if you’ll undo that final button, if only to set your own mouth on him.
His hand squeezes yours in silent encouragement, and you freeze. You stop your movements. You can’t give in. It’s wrong. They’ve stolen you away from your life, you can let them…manipulate you into liking it.
‘I saw that, little lynx.’ Rhysand purrs into your mind, dark talons scraping over those intimate parts of your shield. Teasingly brushing against them. It would take a little more than a single thought and he could be sinking into your brain, shifting your conscious to his will.
You flush, snatching your hand to your body while he grips your other tighter. ‘Why don’t we continue, hm? Act out that little fantasy I showed you earlier?’
You yelp when darkness snares your throat, forming a collar, and tears spring to your eyes.
He tugs lightly on the leash, and darkness swells around the three of you. Then your back is pressing into the soft dip of a mattress, and you sob with recognition. You can’t do more. You can’t repeat that night. Not again.
Feyre shushes you gently, breaking the kiss to cup your cheek. “Hey,” she whispers, “it’s okay. It’ll be fun,” she reassures. You only whimper in response, shaking your head as you look at her pleadingly. She offers you a vaguely sympathetic look, “you so enjoyed my mouth just now…” Heat warms your body at the reminder. How awfully you acted, allowing her that access. “I think Rhysie deserves a little pleasure, don’t you?”
Tears roll as your lower lip quivers.
She shifts away from you, allowing Rhysand to exert control as he jerks on the lead, forcing you upright until you’re braced on your arms before him. Twisting to get him to let up on the lead.
He smirks down at you and heat coalesces between your thighs at the promise. “Use your hands, little lynx,” he murmurs, watching with lust as you raise your trembling hands to his buttons, pulling him out even as your fingers fumble.
Rhysand grits his teeth as he again tugs on the lead, pulling you closer to his hips, one hand threading through your hair.
“Rhys…” you whimper, looking at him beseechingly through wet lashes. He only groans, pulling you closer until the tip of his cock is pressing against the seam of your lips. “Come on now, don’t act all shy. I know you wanted to get your mouth between my legs earlier, so do it.” The last part fades to a growl, and you shudder, nipples peaking with arousal.
Your eyes drop to his cock, to the bead of moisture gathered at his tip. You wet your lips, then part them, allowing him to guide himself onto the velvety heat of your tongue.
Rhys snarls softly, fingers raking over your scalp possessively, needing to pound into you, get some sort of relief. “That’s better,” he drawls, pressing in, in, into your mouth, “so good now, aren’t you.”
He chuckles darkly to himself. “Let’s see how long you can go before I have to use that bargain to keep you open for me, huh?” And with that, he’s drawing his hips back, and pushing in.
Tears fall, saliva spills, his taste rolls across your tongue and you whine—it comes out strangled. He twitches at the sound, making you shudder.
How much further down this path are they going to drag you?
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#dark!feysand#dark!feysand smut#Feysand smut#dark!feysand x reader#dark!feysand x reader smut#dark!fic#[***]#poly!fic#Drunken
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mama
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Drunken Sailor
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I also have a gif but it was on another day. xD
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/𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 ⚔️
𝗙𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗣𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 ⚛️
𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗨𝗫𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 ☣️
𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 ☢️
𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 👽
𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡’𝗧 𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 ☠️
𝗠𝝝𝝝𝗗 𝗕𝝝𝝠𝗥𝗗 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 / 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗟 / 𝗡𝝝 𝗚𝝝𝗗𝗦 𝗡𝝝 𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗣𝗥𝝝 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗙𝗭 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 / 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨, 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 / 𝗜 𝗗𝝝𝗡’𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝝠 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗧𝟰𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗙𝝝𝝝𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝝠𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗡𝗗 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗠𝗘 / 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗦𝗛𝗖𝝝𝗥𝗘 / 𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗜𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗧 / 𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝝝𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝝝𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗘 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 & 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 / 𝗕𝝠𝗟𝗖𝝝𝗡𝗬𝝠𝗥𝗧 / 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝝝𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗟(𝗟) 𝗖𝗨𝗠
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At a party making eye contact with a guy. Waiting for hiim to walkk over and hold up my tipsy ass and dance with me. We would drrink our way though this night.... Dancing and grinding on each other drunkenly until we can't not control it and we stumbled outside together barely holding onto each other. We stumbled into a cab and makeout like crazy. He feels every bit of me drunkenly. As we stumble into my apartment, we begin to undress each other. I suck on him as he drinks more rum from my collection. He then licks me throughly before taking me, while I chug the rest of the rum and experience ecstacy over and over.
Woww. I am so drunk and horny as I write this!!!
#wasted#drunk#drunk party#getting drunk#make me drunk#get me drunk#drunken#i am drunk#hornyramble#intox k1nk#drunk af#drunkposting#drunk as hell#drunkgirl
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Isagi×Reader,Rin×Reader,Nagi×Reader,Reo×Reader
Mild swears
Not Proofread
This is how I think blue lock character will act when drunk.
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Isagi Yoichi
he's the type that would admit that he's drunk and smile sheepishly at you telling you you're so beautiful and pretty. Mumble to himself why you're so gorgeous and kind, honestly I think that he would be the type that would just suddenly confess when drunk because he can't do so sober without blushing furiously and would want to hide faraway.
Itoshi Rin
This guy would rather die that admit he's drunk, even though it's so obvious. Like he would just blurt out random things and say what he's thinking, along the lines of "fuck, why's she so pretty" or "so damn cute" which you honestly think is so cute that it makes you laugh and he asks you why you're laughing at him and pout.
Nagi Seishiro
This dude would fall asleep, like after a few minutes of mumbling about random things while leaning on your shoulder, he would fall asleep. (ps. I don't even know if he will even stop playing on his phone to drink)
Mikage Reo
The whole time he's drunk, he would pester you, he will cling to you every chance he got, hugging you is a must for him to do whenever he's drunk, and honestly Nagi is glad that you're here to be the subject of his clinginess because if you're not there, then it would be Nagi. He would also act pouty and cutesy whenever you ignore him, demanding all your attention.
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Thought of this while lying down and here it is!
#bllk#itoshi rin#mikage reo#nagi seishiro#isagi yoichi#rin x reader#nagi x reader#reo x reader#isagi x reader#drunken#bllk imagines#sae itoshi imagines#drabble
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Dale knew Mike because their moms were in the same Bible study group! They were united by their disdain for church shit, which is why they usually used the old church ruins for their booze-ups,
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Fun fact I’m tattooed on her ass our security dared her to do it so she got fucking wasted and did🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️
#demi lovato wife#demilovatosass#demi lovato#ddlovato#drunken#demetria devonne lovato#demetriadevonne#demi lovato icons
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[F] Dramatic Missleading Posepack (free)
Well my Sim was not in the mood but good to have a nice girl there.
5 poses for YA/A/O (Fem + Male)
Dont reedit, resell reupload, you know the rules xD
its free because ... well you know ...uuch... TL:TR : I'M a folder-desaster somedays and delete the showcases from blender and the whole order. Glad i had the file in my game to test it (jesus christ!!!!). So I don't sell a pig in a poke.. Thats why its free.
Get the Poses here: CLICK ME - PATREON
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Drinky Drink
#werewolf#werewuff#sfw fur art#sfw furry#furry#furry art#art#wholesome werewolf#wholesome werewuff#Drink#drinking#booze#alcohol#liquor#drunk#drunken#Naoma
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