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[vintage-tigre]

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Windsor Castle from Datchet Lane on a rejoicing night, 1768

by Paul Sandby

[sushisusii]

Naoma did a drinkie

[tadpolesonalgae]

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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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

could u do reader taking care of drunk xavier OR xavier taking care of drunk reader

yes!

XAVIER TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN DRUNK

if you're really drunk he'll have a hand around you to help you stay on your feet.

but if you're not that drunk he'll be ready to catch you just in case

he's basically by your side the whole time to make sure you're ok and safe.

he insists that you stay with him for the night in case you go out again and drink more.

he'll give you some food to eat, usually just some crackers or something small that he has a stash of in his nightstand. he'll always have a bottle of water for you there too.

he'll tuck you in into his bed as stay there, laying by your side, stroking your hair until you fall asleep.

that being said he always makes sure you're asleep before he rests.

he'll give you panadol in the morning for your headaches and maybe give you a massage if your body is tense.

soft kissed on your cheek and forehead and soft caresses on your skin.

he'll make sure you're warm and comfortable as he keeps an eye on you.

he'd totally be the person to take a photo of you while drunk or asleep and put it on display somewhere on his phone.

if you're super drunk and throw up he'll hold you hair up, rubbing your back while you sit on the floor.

^he'd have a bucket by your side of the bed in case.

he'd give you all the attention and cuddles you want.

he won't give in to everything you want though, like you basically begging for sex.

he even slept on Rowans old bed to stop you from climbing on top of him once.

but if you wanted to watch a movie, he'd put it on for you and watch it all even if you fell asleep halfway through.

overall he's just gentle and loving as he looks after you. everytime you tell him you plan of drinking, he comes along with you.

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[x-heesy]

/𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 ⚔️

𝗙𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗣𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗬 ⚛️

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𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦 👽

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Soundtrack: Dealer's Gone - DJ_Dave Edit 🎧

[wisequeendonut]

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!!!

[addrieana]

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!

[dreamgothgirl]

So She Goes: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Reader

A/N: listen, this is probably going to be so fucking bad but I was high and found an old Lana Del Rey song (Prom Song (Gone Wrong)) which is 1) what you sing and 2) idk it made sense in the moment and I didn’t wanna delete anything :((

So She Goes by Geskle also feels like how Simon would see the reader who’s drunk as shit.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, alcohol, suggestive touches and descriptions, Ghost being confident out of anxiety.

I really hope you enjoy this one, the next will be better! This is something I just couldn’t resist writing even if it was on a whim ÓwÒ”

POC friendly as always 💕

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“Oi! Get back in the truck, you’ll die of cold before a bullet can get you!”

You inhaled bliss while the wind’s veil covered your face in godly euphoria. A wide grin stretched your gorgeously plush and shiny lips from the lip balm you’d rubbed on them. Thick, cold drops of rain showered your body and soaked your black thermal long sleeve. Ghost kept a close eye on you as he drove the truck through the muddying dirt road as the storm’s rain began to cloud his vision.

After finding and examining a stray phone while investigating an abandoned civilian house, you’d taken it upon yourself to have a taste of nostalgia. A comfort you haven’t been able to experience since you were enlisted. Music. A tool to revive your daydreams instead of replacing them with brutal memories. Your special morphine. Tomorrow was said to be a brutal mission. One where Price shouted and prayed for the team to win.

The chances of making it out with no casualties or deaths was incredibly low. It was hard to process at first. You never expected to not get hurt or die…but having it almost being certain for once, even with the best of the best, was the hottest and messiest bullet to ever pierce you.

The boys headed to the bar. A mournful but loud last hoorah. The atmosphere, though melancholy, was as upbeat and hopeful as it could be. You smiled as you listened to Soap and Gaz talk about things only they would really understand. Price and Ghost conversed quietly next to you while the music of the bar filled your hyper sensitive ears and the lights became amplified through your tipsy eyes. 

Feeling a slight wobble, you leaned on Ghost’s shoulder to which he didn’t resist. Instead, he’d protectively wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you firmly. You closed your eyes and smiled, hearing a stupid song you loved way back in high school. It always made you dream of your ‘perfect man’ so vividly that your heart would ache of yearning.

You took in his scent mixed with the smell of the cups of scotch and whiskeys across the bar. It sent a fiery warmth in you that was equivalent to drinking a whole bottle of Ghost’s favorite liquor. You muttered its tune to yourself, “You will never see my face, if you don’t get me out of this place.”

Ghost’s ear perked up a little, thinking he heard you drunkly mumbling. He looked down at you and questioned, “You alright, Y/N?”

You loved when he said your name. He made it a hymn while you wanted to turn his into a sinful choir. The song of the devil’s temptations taking over. Beautiful, glossy e/c eyes stared up widely at him. A look that unexpectedly made his stomach twist and his boxers shift in his pants.

Ghost would never be as grateful as he was now for the mask as his face became flushed underneath. Price looked at you and chuckled, “I think she’s out of it already, mate.”

Ghost nodded as you giggled dumbly and stood up, “I’m fine, thank you,” you began to hum as you covered your mouth from the side and softly sang into the internally panicking man next to you, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?~”

You can guess where that led.

Now, here you were. Sitting in silence and staring at Simon with dripping features and drunken eyes from the sips of beer you’d taken from a brand new can that was floating around in the truck. His jacket swallowed you as he sat in a thick black turtleneck on the side of the road. The water ahead flooded the dip in the road, creating a pool that the two of you would never be able to go through. He put his half sleeved arm around your headrest, “I’ll have to turn around.”

You pouted slightly, “Mmm. Why’d you turn my music off?”

He hummed, “Because you’re too excited and we’ve heard it 3 times already.”

Your cold fingertips touched his warm, untatted forearm, “So then you know the tune already, right?”

Ghost rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out but paused, “You’ve got to be bloody fuckin’ kidding me.”

Quickly, you turned around in your seat and internally shouted in excitement. The other dip you’d just gone over was flooded as well. You laughed a little and hugged Ghost’s forearm, “I guess we’ll be here for a while then.”

He reached for the walkie on his jacket, placed perfectly between your breast and your shoulder. His face heated again at the thought before you huffed and held his hand, “Why’re you so eager? Are you scared of me or something?”

In a way, yes. He was.

Ghost sighed, “You’re drunk and bloody soaked through to your teeth. If you were sober, I wouldn’t be in such a rush.”

You stared blankly before heavily sighing and straddling his lap. Ghost’s eyes widened as he quickly held your unstable waist, “Th-…The fuck are you doing, Y/N.”

“They say a person’s drunken babble is what they wish they could say sober, Lieutenant. Is that why you’re scared? Because you don’t want me to s-“

“Stop,” Ghost commanded.

Your brows furrowed and your lip pouted in an innocent, begging look, “Why? If you wanted me to, you would’ve thrown me off already and connected with comms. Don’t lie, Lieutenant, it hurts my feelings.”

Ghost’s body tensed as he stared at how your soaked shirt stuck to your body. He could already imagine the beautiful damp sheen covering you from head to toe. He already saw the yearning lust and need in your eyes yet he was praying you couldn’t see it in his. But being a man was bound to be a death sentence in this situation.

You giggled in his ear, something that made his heart melt and his fingers twitch, before whispering, “I can feel you.”

He already felt like he was being edged. Ghost gripped your waist and sighed deeply, “Y/N…we can’t do this. I don’t want to lose you tomorrow. I can’t…I can’t let you give me something I don’t deserve. And not like this, on a whim. That’s not what I want for either of us.”

A heavy weight made your heart sink into your stomach and your nostrils burn. You couldn’t control the warm tears streaming down your cheeks now. Instead of getting off, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in its crevice, “Ghost…I understand. But…if we die tomorrow, I want to die happy. Not in agony from gunpowder or watching you sacrifice yourself. You’ve…you’ve always made me happy. It’s you, that’s kept me going. You’re my heaven on earth and all I want in life is for you to tell me all the things you wanna do.”

Ghost didn’t know what to say anymore. He didn’t know wether to touch you, kiss you, or call for help. Never did he allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of human life. It was always ruined by the grim thoughts of upcoming missions or what he wanted to do next to appease his past sins or lost comrades. You held his face and stared tearfully, whispering, “If I could run away with you to somewhere better, I would.”

“That’s quite childish.”

You nodded, “Isn’t it? I miss having that freedom. But when I’m with you…,” you sniffled and laughed a little, “You fill me with a childish joy that no one can beat. So, why not let yourself have a little fun, right?...”

Ghost’s heart raced at the tension filling the car. You stared at him while you leaned back against the steering wheel, careful not to set the horn off while you turned the radio back on. He kept a hold on your waist and massaged your hips with his thumbs and mumbled, “You’re fuckin mad.”

You gave a tear stained grin at him as you stretched, letting him paw at your tight stomach, “I haven’t heard this song since highschool. Sorry, I know you’re tired of it but it’s so pretty, y’know?”

Ghost watched you cling to him as you sang. You weren’t a professional but to him, you were quickly becoming his favorite radio. You massaged his hair over his mask while staring into his clear, stormy blue eyes. If the sun was out, you were confident the skies would be in his eyes like the world you always saw in them.

You stroked and traced every art piece on his tattooed forearm as you sang with the radio, “I know that they think I’ve come undone. But I’m in love, I wanna run run run away,” sweetly you spoke against his covered lips as your forehead pressed against his, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?”

Without really thinking Ghost stroked your cheek shyly, afraid you’d shatter under his touch, and chuckled breathlessly, “If I knew you back then, I’m not too sure I’d be here.”

You hummed, “I’d rather fight with you than wait. I can take care of you here. And love you all you want.”

Ghost’s brow twitched as he quickly looked into your eyes, “you…what?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “I love you, Ghost. You think some horny friend would say what I said just to say it? Really?”

He stayed silent while you turned the radio down and skipped to a new song. A soft string of acoustic cords softly rang through the truck. You spoke with a blank face and slowly pulled up the bottom of his mask after he nodded, “I’m not gonna force or beg for anything from you,Simon. But if we die tomorrow…I want you to know I always cared about you.”

Ghost’s heart felt like it was going to pop from the amount of emotions he was feeling all at once. An overwhelming mix of confusion, disbelief, hope, shock, and a desperation for you to stay like this. For both of you to stay just like this. There was no tomorrow. No death. And for once in his life, there was peace. Temporary peace. But peace.

The use of his real name rolling off your tongue almost made him feel like he’d been reborn again. A new man determined to protect than avenge. A weight was lifted off of his shoulders, now being replaced with the comforting warmth and weight of your body instead of the world.

He remained silent. You closed your eyes, “Have you ever been kissed?”

Ghost bit back a small smile, scared you’d be weirded out, “Have you?”

You chuckled, “No. Not by you.”

This time, he did let it slip. Your eyes widened and a sleepy looking grin filled his body with an intense heat, “You can smile. It’s beautiful.”

Simon’s hand cradled the back of your head while the other remained at your damp torso, “Not as beautiful as you.”

When you woke up, you squinted at the sunlight burning your face. You looked around, noticing the sandy planes around and ahead of you. You quickly looked over at the drivers side and shot up at the missing body.

“GHOST?!”

Just when you shouted, your door whipped open while a large skull faced man pulled you out, “I’m here, love. There’s a vehicle heading our way right now. Lets get ready for them.”

You furrowed your brow and looked around, relieved but breathless, “What…happened?”

Ghost stared through his binoculars in the truck’s trunk, “You fell asleep on me. Got a headache?”

Confusion contorted your features, not feeling even a tinge of pain, “Actually…I don’t…?”

Ghost nodded, “Good. I snuck some hangover medicine into you. Did you know you sleep with your mouth open?”

“WHAT?!”

“They’re here.”

His nonchalant statement was all you could think of as you sat by his side in the infirmary room. His blood on your face while your own stained his bicep.

[demetria-lovato-alien-goddess]

Fun fact I’m tattooed on her ass our security dared her to do it so she got fucking wasted and did🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️🐿️

[fenrir77]

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Well my Sim was not in the mood but good to have a nice girl there.

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[greyaugustuspoetry]

metaphor for parental abuse

I live with the Sheriff

In a creepy apartment across town 

That always has beer cans scattered around. 

The apartment is safe until he comes home 

He’ll stomp around and use me to calm his syndromes.

The Sheriff takes from me everyday 

And when i’m empty he puts me away 

I love him, but I'm more of an assistant than a son.

I have to take care of his every need

Because if I didn’t he’d surely bleed

If you don’t do what your told

The Sheriff berates you until you turn cold. 

Don’t argue with him or you’ll get hurt and shamed 

He never misses, he has good aim.

You can’t avoid his wrath and pain

His badge is tainted with my blood

But the town loves him for all he’s done

He keeps things in line, that’s what he does.

They don’t know what he has become

A monster hiding in human skin and blood.

[kuze97]

drunken maid!

[sushisusii]

Drinky Drink

[lebenkopf]

Drunken Marjorie He feels not so good