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wishing i was so drunk im unable to walk
instead i just can't walk because of my chronic knee pain đâ
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saw people sending video recs and figured iâd do the same! this video single handedly introduced me to + made me subscribe to this guy i legit found it so hot đ
https://youtu.be/MqHdiRWto5w?si=QSwlThxiFsHYIw0T
might not appeal to everyone but absolutely love how this guy (Tucker) explains the dangers of drinking while simultaneously getting drunk.
itâs relatively âtameâ and there arenât too many vocal moments/complaints in it aside from a few drunk shenanigans (since its moreso an informative video) but he is a very funny guy iâll say that much!!
+ also slight emeto warning near the end of the video! it is not shown however.
hi guys!! sorry iâve been absent, been very busy working on a theatre production. we open this weekend.
this is ADORBS!! my taste is men is starting to change a little so that last video that was recommended and this video are really hitting the spot.
i think intox (both reality and fantasy, like magic spells and love potions and stuff) can be super fun and lead to some great dizziness and queasiness whump.
since im in college i hear tons of stories of men having just a bit too much and turning into drunk little fools (and it usually leads to their head in the toilet, and someone having to watch over them). i canât help but find it cute.
thanks for the rec!! đ
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someone should get me really drunk and then ask me to tell them all the things I find attractive about them. As I go down the list you begin to feel me up and tell me how im so easy to get worked up and while before I can reply you just grab my face and start making out with me.
that would fix me I think
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imagine mommy holding you in her arms with a vibrator under your pretty panties while she feeds you vodka in a formula bottle 𼺠itâs so cozy and warm and you can feel the warmth of your formula settling in your belly and the soft buzzing in your underwear.. and mommy just holds you in her arms saying âshh baby⌠just be good and drink for meâ đ aughhhhhhhhđ¤¤
#t4t mommy#t4t fauxcest#t4t omo#bunny nsft#ftm kitty#nsft agere#intox kink#alc intox#intox play#alcohol intox#ftm nsft#butch nsft
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would you guys like to see me try this? cant do it tonight but maybe later this week? đ sounds fun.
send me asks making assumptions about me and if youâre right Iâll take a shot
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Burping and Making Out
First kink fic! Two *flirty* OCs are drinking together, and when one of them starts burping, the other makes a move.
Contains: Burping, alcohol, belly rubs, making out, gender-neutral narrator
James and I are pretty close, you could say. We met about a year ago, started to become real friends a few months later. I've also had a crush on him from almost the beginning, and I suspect that James feels the same way. Our friendship has gotten very flirty recently: sitting next to each other with our thighs touching, me resting my head on his shoulder, him playing with my hair. But I'm nervous enough and awkward enough that I'm don't know how to make the first move. And I don't think he knows either.
James and I were at a birthday party for one of our mutual friends. Both of us had more than a little to drink, and I was cuddled up next to him on the couch, his arm draped around my shoulder. This was exactly where I like to be: enjoying the warmth of the alcohol and the warmth of James' body next to mine. James is a lot more talkative drunk than I was, so he was doing the socializing for both of us. He was drinking a seltzer while he talked, pausing occasionally to burp softly.
James shifted to set his can down on the floor, and I could hear the liquid slosh inside of him as he moved. He re-positioned himself next to me, stopped talking mid-sentence as a look of discomfort came over his face. He placed one hand on his stomach, patted it twice, and *UURRRRPPPP*. It was a big burp, and I know he would have tried to hold it in if he'd been less drunk.
Now, I tend to get really horny when I drink. And James belching so casually, so close to me, only compounded the problem. I began to feel that familiar ache in my groin. I was unbearably horny, horny enough to risk a little bit of awkwardness. I stood up from the couch, took James by the hand, and without saying anything, led him to an empty bedroom.
"James," As I start talking, I realize I don't have a plan. "James, I've had a little bit of a crush on you for a long time,"
I pause, but when I look up, James is grinning at me, so I continue, "and I'm drunk and horny right now, and..."
I don't get the chance to finish my thought, because his mouth is on mine. It tastes sweet and a little bit like alcohol. We're both still drunk, so neither of us are bringing our A-game, but I definitely don't care.
James' hand is on the small of my back, forcing my body closer to his. So when the muscles in his belly suddenly lurch, I can feel it in my own stomach. He pulls back from me to let out a deep belch. He tries to apologize, but now it's my turn to cut him off. I kiss his neck, which was a good idea because I hear the afterburp that he probably could have stifled if my ear wasn't centimeters from his chin.
Every time James burps, I feel my brain short-circuit. I've wanted him for so long, and this is fulfilling all of my wildest fantasies.
I move back to his mouth and reposition my hands so one rests on the side of his stomach. I press down lightly, and am rewarded a few seconds later as there's a gurgle in his throat followed by a short, loud burp.
His face goes red, and I can tell he's embarrassed.
"James, don't worry about it" I place my hand at the bottom of his ribcage in a way I hope is reassuring.
"Yeah , I just don't want to gross you out or anything"
"Trust me, I'm the furthest thing from grossed out right now" I smile, and James rolls his eyes. He has no idea how honest I'm being.
"Fine, then, if you're really not grossed out, how do you like this?" He slaps his chest a couple times, and lets out a long, wet, belch.
*gurrrrrrrpppphhhggg*
"I felt that one in my own stomach" I laugh, trying to play it casual, not yet ready to tell him that I have a burp kink.
"Okay, now it's your turn"
I hadn't expected that, but I'm always game when it comes to burping. I find where James set down his drink, and I chug the rest of it. I can feel the cold bubbles in my stomach, when I shift positions, the air rushes up into my throat.
*HOUUUUOUURRRPPP*
It's louder than I thought it would be, and James also seems taken aback.
"God damn, I'm impressed," he pats my stomach, which gurgles in response and I burp again, mouth closed this time.
The alcohol has made us both tired, so when James lays down on the bed, I lay next to him and drape my arm across his chest. I look over and his eyes are closed.
"Are you asleep?"
"No," he whispers back. Then James opens his eyes and turns to face me. "When we're both sober, I want to take you on a real date"
#burp#burping#burp fic#burp kink#male burp#belch#belching#eructo#kink fic#alc mention#belch kink#belches#bloating#intox kink#full belly#cute belly#soda chug#my writing#fic
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I was thinking about your recent post (your most recent rambles post in tags) in regards to 6nemo and 4ggravate; please say you like at least one group/polycule! It would be so cute with Kaveh! I feel it really fits with him (⌠⿠âŚ)
yes!!!!!!!! yes i do!!!!!!! i love 4gg (adore one half and don't mind the other) but i always go crazy for 6nemo
and so many possibilities!! x/iao or a/ether or w/anderer would be the ones with the prescription but you know v/enti and k/azuha always jump first at the opportunity to smoke with them
i guess it would take away the hurt aspect of the hurt/comfort but maybe another hc that k/azuha convinces h/eizou to smoke to relax from the stress caused by overworking. finally able to relax for the first time in a long time, finally able to enjoy eating without always being distracted by something else :3 k/zuha being so happy to see him happy, happy to see him enjoy the same thing as him, happy to rub his tummy after eating a lil too much and see him sated and sleepy and relaxed instead of irritable and strung out~ finally indulging and living carefree enough to delight in lifes small pleasures, even if only for a little while
#gen#thank u anon i hadnt thought of these!!#k/zuha is a stoner like.........as an ex smoker. it is so very obvious and canon#all of this is canon actually btw#i didnt really expect anybody to see that post tbh lol oops am glad you liked it!#Thinking (tm) about maybe a/lhaitham trying it#i always luv a stoic character going all soft and affectionate after trying plant/alc for the first time or having too much#intox
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oh im like DRUNK rn lmao i feel so floaty and numb and tingly and i bet if i pur down another shot or two everything would be spinning too (which sounds kinda really hot tbh)
too bad nobody is here to force feed me more drinks and/or take advantage of me rn :(
#nsft#intox kink#ftm nsft#intox#trans nsft#queer nsft#bunny.yap#ftm ns/fw#intox cnc#alc#alc intox#alcohol intox#alcohol kink#alcohol#drunk posting#drunk kink#im drunk
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Drank a little too much wine. Room cleaning paused because I donât want to anymore. Time to Write
#or attempt to.#I donât really drink ever and I take a medication that makes alcohol fuck you UP fast so Iâm like. aggrhh#I only drank a little bit it was 15% alc by vol and Iâm like feeling it in my head and body itâs so weird#the irony of me having an intox kink but not liking to drink myself
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alcohol makes me go :D
#alc intox#intox kink#intoxication kink#dont worry about me im supervised and im only drinking what I am given
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leopard print. Â
4.5k, joel x f!reader; special guest in tags
SUMMARY: Depraved, overdue one shot for this blurb. Joel mistakes you for a sex worker, offers you a ride, Fs you, shares you and is mildly possessive about it.
WARNINGS: I8+ strangers, drugs, talk of sex work, unsafe public P in V, dubcon (drugs/alc, not noticeably intoxicated), cockwarming, degradation, pantygagging, creampies, car stuff, orgasm delay m, vaginal plugging, voyeurism, sharing. Unedited.Â
A/N: Night walks vibes, but different too. You'll see. New fantasy for myself đŤ
"And if I was workin'?" You ask. Â He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt. . . "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest. . . He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands, tucking it into his waistband.
You pull into the gas station on the back of your friend's motorcycle. "When I fuel up, I'm outta here," he warns you. Oh well. If you have to walk back to your friend's condo, it's only two blocks. He's grumpy â You and your girlfriends have been a hot mess at the pool all day playing floating beer pong and licking alcoholic whipped cream off each other. He didn't wanna take you with him in the first place. No helmet, no reasonable shoes, not even a shirt.
You swing your leg off the motorcycle and as you step down onto the ground with your red wedges, you adjust your cheap, stretchy leopard print miniskirt. It matches, or clashes, with your leopard print bikini. You leave your sunglasses on as you enter the gas station with a chime. You fish a damp $20 out of your bikini top and survey the snacks.Â
You feel someone lurking nearby, but ignore it until you hear a deep, smooth voice. "Nice rosettes."
"sâcuse me?"Â
You turn only slightly toward the man. Maybe homeless. Good looking like a washed up rockstar. He gestures toward your bikini top. "That's a nice set'a rosettes." You look down at your tits spilling out of your push-up bikini top, then you look back at his face. Handsome man, really. Salt and pepper beard. Full head of dark hair with a little gray. Sunkissed skin. His eyes are kind and glassy. His nose twitches. "Oh, that's what leopards call their spots. Rosettes." Â
You laugh uncomfortably.Â
âYeah, the ones on your top, those are pretty good.â His eyes drift down your body. âSkirt doesnât really haveâem right. Still nice though.âÂ
"Thanks." You politely nod and return to looking at the snacks, ignoring him in the corner of your eye.Â
He doesnât leave. He only gets closer. He looks you up and down and steps into your personal space. He lowers his voice. "You, uh, workin'?"
No, you don't work there. Do you look like you work at the gas station? Your stomach turns as you realize what he means, and your face goes cold. You stare at him, and your eyes drift to a hole in his shirt right below the collar. "Am I WHAT?" You ask incredulously, but trying to be quiet. Your whole body feels hot at the implication. You're humiliated, but for some reason it makes you warm between the thighs, too.Â
His eyes go wide, and he puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry," he mumbles, then adds, "A man can dream,â as he backs away.Â
Your heart races and flutters and you scold yourself for being flattered. You end up in line behind the guy. And the line takes forever, giving you plenty of time to fume and also wonder about him. It's nothing against sex work â Work is work. But you'd like to think you wouldn't be picking up a rough looking guy in a gas station. Your friend's motorcycle revs outside. You look out the window and he's there by the curb waiting for you. You could drop the snacks on the closest rack and get the heck out. But for some reason, you stay in line, and not because youâre that hungry.Â
Someone needs to scoot behind you and you're forced to step into the sleazy man's personal space. He smells far better than you would have imagined. Woodsy and fresh. Somehow that makes all the difference, like he's not a filthy vagrant after all. He just had the aesthetic. Which is kinda hot. Your friend on the motorcycle shakes his head, revs his engine again, then drives away.
"Asshole," you mutter. Â
The man in front of you (your aspiring john) glances back and again mutters, "sorry." He scratches the back of his neck and exposes a chain under his ratty t-shirt. He really does have a nice head of hair, and now you see thereâs a joint behind his ear, too. Maybe heâs just a hippy.Â
"Not you," you mumble. Well, not only him. Both of them.Â
He turns to face you. "I know. Saw ya roll in." Great, so he thought that was your pimp. "Want a ride?"Â
"Nah, Iâm close," you mutter without looking right at him, then mumble, âthanks.âÂ
He wets his lips and stares at your chest for a moment before adding, "ya sure?" And now that you know this man smells good, wears a chain, and has a ride, you're throbbing. You cross your arms and bite your lip looking at his handsome nose while his kind eyes search yours in anticipation.Â
"Okay," you whisper.
"Hell yeah," he whispers back with half a smile, getting a little closer, like the two of you are plotting something.Â
"But I'm not workin'," you remind him.
"Heard ya the first time, gorgeous." He winks at you.
He tries to buy your food for you. When you don't let him, he nods with a smirk. He crosses his big arms, plastic bag that reads âthank youâ hanging from one of them, and waits for you. Then he holds the door open on your way out.Â
He checks you out as you pass through the door frame. You take your sunglasses off and put them in the bag with your snacks.Â
"Name's Joel."Â When you don't tell him yours, thereâs a new smirk in his voice when he says, "don't gotta tell me your real name, if ya got a street name or somethin'. . ."Â
"Jerk." You punch his arm and mostly suppress a laugh.Â
He smiles and brings a massive hand to his bicep to pretend like it hurts, and for the first time it hits you how muscular he is.
"Truck's around back." He nods toward the back of the store. He walks slightly behind you. You feel his eyes boring a hole in your ass. Then you feel the warmth of his massive palm on the small of your back and he gets closer to you as he curves his hand around your side. "Too damn hot, baby. Had me thinkin' with my dick is all." Your face heats up and you glance at him. âIâll carry that for ya.â He takes your bag.Â
He's parked around a corner out of view. Between some bushes and a closed library for some reason. His truck is nice, and it's big. Tinted windows. The back window of the cab says Miller Brothers. It's sunset, so you're grateful for the ride, lest any other low lifes make the same mistake on your walk back. When y'all get to his truck, he lets his hand slide down your hip. He opens the driverâs seat and puts the bags inside. Then he leans against his truck and adjusts himself. He's wearing pinstripe lounge pants. "Can't really blame me, can ya?" He raises his eyebrows. He scans you top to bottom again. "God damn, baby."Â
You laugh and look down shyly, unsure whether to thank him. His eyes don't leave your body at all. "To be fair, I thought you were homeless," you admit.Â
He exhales a laugh and shrugs. "Where ya headed?"
"Back to my friendâs pool."
"Hungry?"
"Nah."
"Smoke?" So thatâs why youâre still outside the truck. You shouldn't, but you hesitate curiously.
You lean against the bed of his truck with your elbow resting on its edge, facing him.
"Fuck you're sexy," he mutters to himself. "Helluva rack but I'm an ass man, c'mere."
He turns toward you so he's leaning with his left side on the driver's side of the truck. He puts his right hand on your hip, rotating you so you're facing the truck. "Mmmmm." He puts his hand on the small of your back again, then slides it downâslowly, experimentally, cautiously enough for you to stop him. You don't. You're throbbing. He grabs your assâhis palm is huge. You glance at him and watch his eyes study the curve of your body. Deep down in your body, you know you're gonna fuck him. You both know it. With his left hand he retrieves the joint from behind his ear and puts it in his mouth unlit.Â
He sucks in a breath around the joint and lifts the flesh of your closest ass cheek. When he lets it drop, a growl escapes his chest.Â
He fishes a lighter out of his soft pants pocket and lights up. and as he inhales, once again he can't keep his eyes off your body. He takes the joint out of his mouth and turns your face toward his. You rotate toward him and he gets close, your bodies almost touching. He looks to your eyes for permission and begins to slowly exhale downward, so it's yours if you want it. You bring your mouth closer to his and he angles the smoke more toward your mouth as you suck it up. The moment seems to last forever and your lower belly is on fire.Â
The sunset washes everything in a pink hue. When his lungs are empty, he murmurs "good girl" and rests his hand on your hip, lightly running his palm over your stretchy little miniskirt, feeling the bump toward the top hem where your bikini tie is. He peels the top of your stretchy skirt down to expose the knot and pulls at the string. You let him untie it. The parking lot is empty and wet from an earlier rain.Â
"Fuck you're hot," he mutters with the strings of your bikini hanging over the miniskirt on that side. He takes another puff and passes you the joint. You take only a small inhale. "C'mere," he murmurs and his hand on your waist nudges your side off the truck and pulls you closer to him. He unties that side of your bottoms the same way.Â
"And if I was workin'?" You ask.Â
He gives a low whistle. "Wouldn't know where to start," he murmurs. "But I can tell ya how it'd end." He looks at your skirt.
You ask, "How's that?"
He doesn't take his eyes off your skirt. "She'd be wrecked n' beggin' for more, baby." Your fingers absentmindedly graze your chest, feeling where your tits spill over the cups. "Careful sugar," he chuckles. "Start me up, I won't ever stop." He sticks the joint in his mouth and shamelessly adjusts himself with both hands so his cock is upright and held in his waistband. He offers the joint again and you decline. He pinches it out and puts it back behind his ear. "Damn," he mutters, still checking you out. He rubs his hand over his cock through his soft pants. "But ya *ainât* workin'. . . so ya got nothin' to worry 'bout," he adds with a twinkle in his eye. "''Less ya want it . . ." God, you do. You want it.Â
"Wrecked, huh?" You challenge him.Â
He sighs and his big hand on your hot skin rotates you back toward the truck. You hang your elbows over the side of the truck bed. He slinks behind you, then lets the heft of his cock against your ass crack. You gasp at how nice and hard it is. It moves against you and he sucks in a breath through his teeth then lets out a, "Mmm" as he exhales. He rolls his hips against you and uses both hands on your hips to pull your ass back into him so you're off the truck.
He holds you with one arm around your waist and his other hand slides between your legs from the front, up your skirt. "Bad girl, ain't ya?" His hand skims up your inner thigh to the crotch of your swimsuit, hanging loosely now that it's untied on both sides. "Yeah, ya are,â he answers for you. He slides two thick fingers through your folds and you sigh, tilting your head back. "Spread your legs for a stranger?." His voice is deep and gruff and makes you throb. âSâokay, not just any stranger.â His other hand grabs a tit while he runs his fingers through your dripping folds, then begins to circle your clit with his drenched digits. "Oh she's beggin' for it, baby," he murmurs.Â
He lets your weight against the truck again so his forearm is between you and the metal with his hand still between your legs. His cock presses against your ass at a slow rhythm, making your insides swell with need for him as he fingers your clit. You squirm and your hips rock into his hand. You whimper and he brings his mouth to your ear. "Five hundred," he whispers.Â
You gasp and he adds, "Not you. . .I'm workin' now, baby" as he speeds up on your clit. "I'm a penthouse boy, but that's your back alley discount."Â
"Fuck you," you laugh.
"First one's free if i cum inside," he murmurs into your neck. Then he grabs the crotch of your swimsuit and yanks it down, pulling it off entirely. He pins you to the truck with his cock against your ass. He shoves the swimsuit in your mouth and ties the strings behind your head. You taste the chlorine and your own arousal. You turn your head to look behind you and he reassures you no one can see.Â
His hand returns between your legs and he slips one, then two thick, wet fingers into you. Your cunt squelches obscenely around his digits. "Hell yeah, hear her beggin' for me?". He frees his cock from his pants and keeps fingering you. Then he slides his fingers out and your walls twitch at the loss. He wedges his cock under your skirt and itâs so big you have to spread your legs more. He runs the head through your folds and youâre gushing. As the head massages your clit, you moan into the swimsuit in your mouth. "Want the first one free, don't ya?" He taunts into your neck, dragging his lips along the delicate skin. "Want me to fill up this filthy hole?" You nod, desperate to feel him inside you. "First with this cock, then all the cum ya can hold," he murmurs and you nod. You tilt your hips and spread your legs. "Good," he breathes. "Good girl." He notches himself with the curve of his tip just inside. "Ready to swallow me whole, hot damn."Â
You push back on him and he says, "shit," and pushes into you. He slides right into you, spreading your cunt wide open with a groan into your neck. It's a delicious stretch and he fills you to the brim, bottoming out on the first go. "God damn, sugar." He retreats and slides his thick cock into you again, sheathing it entirely with your dripping cunt. You weren't even sure you could take this cock but it's perfect. "Fuck, you feel good," he pants and twitches inside you. If he comes early you're going to laugh but you pray he won't. He begins to roll his hips at a steady rhythm, and you moan into the swimsuit. He breathes heavily against your neck and bites and sucks you. You adjust your hips and push back on him to his rhythm.Â
"Take it like a pro," he pants, "an' you're tight, too. Damn." His right hand works your clit. His left hand comes to your throat, thumb on the left side of it, fingers on the right. Choke me, you think. Do it. But he doesn't. He licks and kisses at the left side of your throat, by his thumb. Then his fingers on the right of your neck tense for leverage and he plants his teeth on the left side of your neck. He sucks hard and moans into you as he sucks more, like he's thirsty for blood. Your neck aches under the grip of his mouth. He breathes through his nose, and when he finally breaks with a gasp, he fucks you harder, grunting and sighing.Â
You moan and he pulls your top down under your tits. A breeze and the rustling of branches nearby reminds you of the danger and you shiver. Your nipples harden under his forearm and palm and your cunt spasms. He groans behind your ear and you whimper and arch your back.Â
"Gonna come on this cock?"Â
You can only whimper again in response.Â
"Go 'head, baby," he breathes and reaches for your clit again, groping a breast with his other hand.
You bite down on the swimsuit and your body jerks into his as you come undone. "Oh yeah," he sighs. "Fuck yeah, ohhh baby." He thrusts into you harder and you moan as your cunt chokes his cock, and with another powerful thrust he bottoms out and begins to erupt with a long sigh, pulsing warmly inside you. Then he reaches for your face and pulls down the swimsuit gag. As you gasp for air, he turns your head toward him. He kisses you deeply with his cock still rutting deep and slow inside you, pulsing the last of his seed into your depths. He moans into your mouth. And when your lips disconnect, he looks at you softly. Your eyes lock for a few seconds, more intimately than youâd expect. Then you feel awkward, and look at the back of his truckâMiller Brothers. You say the first thing that comes to mind. "Joel Miller, huh?" You cringe at yourself.Â
He raises his eyebrows. "What, like the sound'a Miller?"Â
Your face goes hot and you make a joke to change the subject. "Your brotherâa penthouse boy too?"Â
Joel's cock slides out of you and you feel empty. He starts to fix your swimsuit top and says, "Somethin' like that. . .I'll introduce ya," as he finishes straightening it. What are you, dating now?
You start to protest, "Oh, I dunno," then pivot to something more agreeable but noncommittal. âSure, maybe sometime.âÂ
â---
Joel walks you to the passenger side. What a gentleman. He opens the door for you. The seat isn't empty. There's a handsome man with longer, curly hair, a sexy smile, and his hands in his lap. Â
"Nameâs Tommy," Joel says behind you. "My lil bro."Â
When Tommy lifts a hand to give you a little salute, you see his cock is out of his pj pants.  "Howdy, sweetheart." He's not even shy about it. He raises his eyebrows and holds it at attention for you, thick and hard. Butterflies swarm in your stomach and you can't take your eyes off it. "Kept the seat warm for ya," Tommy beams.
"Go on, sugar," Joel nods to Tommy's lap. "âfore my cum leaks out everywhere."
Your heart races and your clit throbs. It feels like you're in a dream. This is so lewd and vile. But you just got pounded in a parking lot, and who's gonna know, and who cares. You wanna sit on that cock.Â
You look at Joel and he shrugs. "Don't gotta, but it's there." He leans in and gives you a kis, then murmurs "Anâ she won't be leakinâ all over." He chuckles, then kisses you again. Damn, heâs a good kisser. When his head pulls back, you give him a devious, inquisitive look. and he says, "that's my girl." He helps you up and you scrunch up your skirt more. "She's hot as fuck, man," he tells his brother.Â
You're facing the windshield, and it's like Tommyâs just part of the seat. It's a large truck so there's enough clearance over your head. Tommy's large hands come to your thighs.Â
"I got her," Joel says and Tommy moves his right hand to hold his cock for you. You tilt your hips and Tommy notches himself at your hole, which is still pulsing with an occasional aftershock. Before too much of Joel's cum can trickle down Tommy's cock, they both pull you down on him and you're stuffed full once again.Â
"Good girl," Tommy whispers. Joel looks at you lustily and reaches his hand between your legs. He gives your clit a little rub, and you spasm on Tommyâs cock with an aftershock from Joel.Â
"Goddamn," Tommy mutters.Â
"Yeah," Joel whispers, then gives you another kiss. He shoots Tommy a serious look. "Don't fuckin' come inside her."
"I know, I know." Tommy hugs you back into his broad chest. "Iâainât nothin' but a seat, honey. A seat and a plug." The crudeness makes you twitch.
Joel shuts the passenger door and goes back around to the driver's side. Tommy murmurs softly behind your ear. "Ya feel nice, though."
Joel buckles his seatbelt and starts the engine. Tommy rests his hands casually on your hips and his thick cock twitches inside you. He clears his throat.
"Tellin' ya, man," Joel warns.Â
"Nothin' to worry 'bout, brother,"Â Tommy reassures him, playing it cool. "You used her up good."Â
Joel backs up the truck and asks, "Where to?"Â
You tell him the building. It's already in view in the distance as you approach the street to pull out from the parking lot. "There," you point to it. Joel opens his Takis and puts a few in his mouth. Your walls are hugging Tommy's cock as Joel eats his snack and drives. You bounce on Tommy's thick cock as Joel pulls onto the main street, immediately getting stuck at a red light. You moan, and Tommy stifles a grunt then whispers "shhhh," into your hair. It's not a long way. But you're stuck in traffic. Â
"What do you listen to?" Joel asks and turns on the radio. It's on the local classic rock station.
"That works," you mumble, laid back against Tommy's barrel chest with your eyes half closed. While Joel is focused on the road, Tommy wedges his hand under one of the push-up cups of your bikini.Â
Tommy sighs, then whispers into your right ear where Joel canât see. "Sexy little thing ain't ya." His cock twitches. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying not to moan. He lightly pinches your nipple then fixes your suit again. God his cock feels good. You're almost to your friends condo, but you don't want it to be over.Â
"Can you, uhâcan you take me to my place instead?" You ask
Joel looks at you and cocks an eyebrow. "Not back to the pool?" You shake your head sleepily. "Tuckered out, huh?â he chuckles. âThat's okay baby. Where ya live?"Â
You tell him the apartment complex. It's a couple miles further. "Good girl," Tommy whispers, pleased to have you on his cock a little longer. As Joel drives, you feel Tommy subtly lifting his hips. The bumps in the road have you bouncing on him too. And with the slow traffic, wearing nothing but a bikini top and a miniskirt, you catch a few stares, even through the dark tinted windows. It turns you on more. It turns Joel on, too. He's hard again and rubbing himself over his pj's which are wrecked with drying drops of his cum, your juices, and a darker new spot of precum. Tommyâs cock is so thick, and it throbs, and occasionally twitches, and you can so freshly conjure the feeling of Joel pounding you too, whispering filth into your ear. Â
Your bodyâs building toward another climax, but youâre trying not to let it. Your cunt spasms, and Tommy's chest expands under your back with a deep inhale. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmurs. Youâre almost there.Â
"Joel, iâ" you reach over for him. He looks at your face and does a double take. "Shit," he peels into the closest corner. "It's okay, hold on for me sugar."
Tommy moans, trying so hard not to cum. "You better fuckin not,â Joel growls at Tommy. Joel takes off his seat belt as he parks and urgently takes his cock out. "C'mere baby," Joel reaches for you. Tommy groans and you feel a little pulse as he hoists you off his cock. Your cunt twitches, trying to hang onto Tommy, not wanting to let him go. Tommy erupts as his cock slides out of you and his cum paints your folds. He moans through it, cock in his hand, cum gurgling onto his fist, head tilted back, eyes closed.Â
Meanwhile Joel pulls you toward him and your cunt is beginning to flutter ever so slightly around nothing, but youâre staving off a full climax. You kneel on the empty seat between them and Joel urgently pulls you into straddling him. His cheeks are flushed and his face is serious. "yeah, I got ya baby." He wets his lips, then his mouth hangs open as his tip finds your hole and he pulls you down on his dick, even thicker than you remember. "Hell yeah," he whispers and you're packed full of cock again. "Uungghh yeah," Joel lifts his hips into you and you cum on his cock right away.Â
"Oh fuck," you gasp, "Joelâugghgh," you moan unrestrained and tilt your head back. He catches it in his hand and brings your face to his. You clench around his cock and he fucks up into you slowly. Your lips break with moans from each of you as you cum on his cock and he moves you. He hugs you into him and latches onto the unmarked side of your neck. Then your clit is grinding into him as he keeps moving you on him while your climax wanes.Â
"So damn hot, baby. Really take it like a pro." His words make you spasm again, and Joel groans. He rocks you on his cock, biting his lip. You can tell from how quiet he is, heâs trying not to cum so fast. But he canât help it and after a minute, he asks, "Ready for another load?" You nod, desperate to feel him pulse inside you. "Think ya can handle it?"
You nod and roll your hips into him. You could come again, too.Â
"Hell yeah, that's my bad girlâoh, fuck, fuckâohhh.â He grunts from the back of his throat as his cock pulses enormously inside you, adding to his first load. As his moan wanes, his lips latch onto yours again. Your lips move together, and you begin to clench around his cock again, whimpering into his mouth with the pleasure. It seems to last forever. When your lips break, he reads your eye and mutters, "fuck, you're hot.â
He breathes heavily while his pulses continue but echo smaller and smaller, as with your aftershocks on him. He sits back against the seat for a moment catching his breath. "You're somethin' else," he whispers, then looks around outside. "What unit are you?"Â
You tell him your apartment number and point out the building. You stay impaled on his cock as he drives to that building. He nuzzles his nose and mouth into your neck. He parks the car, then spends another moment with you. He nibbles your neck, presses sweet kisses into your jaw, fixes your hair, then whispers, "Nice to meet ya, sugar."Â
Tommy gets out of the truck and walks around to the driverâs side, and opens Joelâs door. Joel kisses you goodbye, deeply, with tongue, and helps hoist you off his cock. Tommy helps you down out of the truck while Joel tucks his cock away. Tommy gives you a hug and kisses you on the cheek. Then they drive away and leave you wrecked and wanting more.Â
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itâs possible she wants you back ÂĄ! â | n. romanoff
summary: your super cool assassin gf broke up with you but she wants you back sooo win win ig | pt 2 with fluff/smut?
word count: 711
pairing: natasha romanoff x gn!reader
warning: mentions of alc/nat being drunk, use of petnames âloveâ & âbabyâ
authors note: i would let her do anything to me but i'd also give her a hug and tell her everything's gonna be okay & the use of y/n, i had to for it to make sense, please forgive me đ
NATASHA thought breaking up with you would be for your own good, she didnât deserve you. She was always late for date night due to her duties as an avenger, she had consistent nightmares that kept you awake and she was jealous of anyone who, well, looked at youâshe couldnât really blame them though.
âBaby..â Her whines echoed from behind your front door, from where a slightly intoxicated drunk as fuck Natasha was located. She was too drunk to be able to knock on the door, but you knew she was there, you knew her voice.
You take a deep breath, before you place a trembling hand on your door handle and gently pushing down as if it would break if you looked at it. "Jesus, Nat." A small sigh escapes you as you register her pathetic state, your hand instinctively reaching out to prop her upright. You haven't seen her this drunk in years, and she, most certainly, was not a lightweight.
"C'mon." You gently guide her into your living room, being as delicate as humanly possible. You sit her down on your couch, though as soon as you let go, she sprawls out lazily. "Gotta sit up, Nat. Don't wanna be sick.â You sound like a disappointed parent berating your child, because as much as you were mad at your ex, you loved her with your entire heart, and you still cared about her immensely.
You begin to rise to your feet, to go grab her a glass of water, before a pitiful hand drapes across your arm. "Please, Don't hiccup leave me." If it was anyone else, you'd have pushed them off immediately but you couldn't ignore her pleading eyes. "Yeah, 's okay. I'll stay. 'm not going anywhere."
As you speaks, the thick stench of liquor floods your senses and you feel ever-so-slightly ill. "Nat, love, what happened?" The breakup was fresh, the pet-name was a slip of the tongue, but you couldn't go back nowâitâs not like she'd remember in the morning.
"Miss you. So, so, so much." The words roll off her tongue in a drunken slur, and you wouldn't have heard them if you weren't paying careful attention to her. You felt sorry for her, in all honesty-sure, she'd broken up with you without telling you why, and sure, she'd been acting distant, but she seemed genuinely upset.
"You still haven't told me why you broke up with me." You let out a dry chuckle, your shoulders untensing subtly as you notice her slowly regain colour to her face. âOkay, I'll tell you, but you can't tell y/n." The drunken hush she tries to add to her elevated tone is adorable and you have to stifle a grin as you nod, mock seriously. "| promise."
Once she gets your confirmation, she pauses for a few seconds as her head throbs harder, but then it slows and her eyes meet yours. "I was worried I wasn't good enough." Oh. That's not what you were expecting. You were expecting her to say it was something you did, like put an empty peanut butter jar back in the cupboard or anything, really, she has a bit of a temper.
"Really? So it's nothing I did?" Your voice goes up three octaves as you glance down at her, nervously biting down on your bottom lip. "What? 'Course not." It's clear the alcohol is taking a toll on her, and she looks as if she's going to vomit all over you.
You let out a slightly overdramatic sigh, âYou take the bed, l'll the couch.â Your arm loops down around her waist, carefully pulling her up off the couchâif you weren't holding her so tightly, she'd had fallen head first into the ground.
The sound of hiccups echo your apartment as you both walk into your bedroom, something she was rather familiar with. You took no caution in letting her drop onto your bed, though you made sure she was in a proper sleeping position to avoid choking on her own vomit.
She falls asleep almost immediately and it's the first time since you've broken up you've seen her look so peaceful. You stand in the door for a few more moments before reluctantly dragging yourself toward the couch.
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Little Gold Top: (7) Kate Martin x Reader
Summary: fluff and happiness
(Previous) (TOC)
Warnings: implied sexual content, alc, bad grammar.
AN: I feel bad for making you guys go through that much angst, please use this as my formal appology đ trying to decide if we need one more final part or not? do we want another part, maybe like its set in the future?
Grinning like a maniac, you flopped backwards onto your couch. âWhat are you grinning about?â making her way over to you Gabbie tried to grab at the note in your hands. Clutching it to your chest you sprung off the couch, skating across the room âNothing! None of your buisness!â Smirking at your actions, Gabbie returned back to her spot in the kitchen, âI'm onto you babe, I am going to figure out who your little lover is soon.â
Rolling your eyes you slid back into your room to read your card in peace. Kate had taken your challenge in stride, determined to âprove itâ to you. For the last week you had been receiving flowers, notes, little gifts, matcha lattes and even walks to class and drives to and from practice. You spent hours texting about meaningless topics, your family, old friends and basically every topic under the sun. About 90% of the converstaions she had initiated. Her dedication was truly impressive.
Tossing the card onto your bed you began to pull outfit ideas from your closet. Settling on a your favorite black mini skirt and a little gold top, you finished getting ready. The team was planning another outing to the local campus bar, you were excited to spend time with everyone. However, you were most excited to see Kate. You wouldnât say you were âgoing outâ or âseeingâ eachother just yet, but you knew you were more than friends.
In the past thinking about Kates was accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of dread and misery. However, Kates has became an overwhelmingly gooey-happy thought. You just hoped this feeling would stick around.
Stepping into the dimly rit bar room, you were met with a sea of people and the strong smell of alchohol. The sticky floor offered an extra bit of resistance as you and Gabbie fought your way through the crowd, towards the group of girls sitting in one of the back tables.
âEee!! You're here!! Come sit!!â By the sound of her voice, you could tell Caitlin had already had a few drinks as she pulled you and Gabbie the rest of the way to the booth. Standing in front of the table you were greeted with hugs and excited hellos from a slightly intoxicated Jada and Monica.
Climbing over the booth, you plopped into the empty spot next to Kate who was trying to act normal. As conversations picked up again and shots were passed around, you found yourself falling into conversation with the blonde.
âYouâre wearing the shirt I like.â she grinned at you, toying with the bottom of your shirt. âYea? I like this shirt too... It reminds me of that night in the parking lot.â she glanced up at you, letting her hands drift up to your straps. She toyed with them in her hands. To anyone else it might look like she was just untiwsting them. However, you knew she just wanted an excuse to touch your shirt you. âWhy would you want to think about that night? Kinda traumatic, no?â you giggled at her words, watching as the purple and blue lights reflected in her eyes. âWell we wouldn't be here if we hadn't been there.â
You were silent for a minute, before you were interrupted by Caitlin passing shots around the table again. As you bit into your lime, you felt Kate squeeze your hand under the table. Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks you turned to talk to Monica about the upcoming season. Kate didnât let go all night, and you didnât think you could let her hand go if you tried.
In the back of the Uber, you sat squished against Kate, sharing the middle seat with Caitlin. As Cait and Gabbie drunkenly sang Taylor swift the whole ride home, Kate slumped her head ontop of your thighs as she gently whispered âI'm glad I was an idiot that night.â You paused for a moment, turning her words over in your head before leaning over her âme too.â
The sun shone through the cracks in your blinds as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Your alarm clock read 5:02, far too early to wake up on a weekend. However when you went to roll over, you were pleasantly surprised by a sleeping, fully clothed, Kate Martin in your sheets. (that's a first)
When you opened your eyes again a few hours later, you half expected her to still be there. So, when you found that she hadnât escaped your apartment before you woke up, it hit you hard.
She had proved it. Proping yourself up on your elbows, you gently tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, resting your forehead against hers. You smiled as her eyes flickered open. As she wrapped her arms around your waist she gently pulled you ontop of her.
âI believe you.â
âI know you do.â
As she reached her hands up to grab at your hips, you met her halfway, entertwining your fingers.
âDo you believe yourself?â
âMore than anything.â
She even tastes like strawberry chapstick in the morning.
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Lavender
pt 1
read pt 2 here, pt 3 here
an: sorry if this lacks build up or logic:( not proofread
words: 1415
contains: dealer!ellie x f!y/n, weed/alc mentions, intoxication, fingering, tit sucking, police busted party
dealer!ellie
while you wander around the dimly purple lit room, your mind is starting to blur. you went to this party with some of your friends, although you can't seem to find them anymore. you left to explore the place your at since it's at an abandoned place, and who wouldn't find that interesting? you sit down on a red, ripped sofa with the smell of weed and alcohol surrounding you.
ellie's been walking around bored for the past 30 mins. she's seen everyone leave home with someone or hook up in some creepy room. wondering why it was even a good idea to show up, she just thinks of the wads of cash she earned selling her overpriced weed. no one around really knows how much that shit costs, so it's easy to rip people off. she remembers that she still has a bunch of weed and rolls herself a joint, sitting down on some junky looking old sofa. in the corner of her eye she spots some stunning girl she's never seen around before. your black, tight dress catches her attention and she turns slightly to get a better look.
you notice ellie staring and blush slightly. you've heard a lot and seen her pictures, sometimes romantizising about her even... you've never even met, you're so fucking weird for thinking of her that way. she probably is straight or has atleast has a girlfriend, you think to yourself, making fun of the fact you think of her. ellie leans slightly towards your ear and asks your name. "me??" you give her your rather surprised answer. what the fuck would she want from me?? "yes you, bunny. you manage to stutter your name and look away, surprised by the name she called you so casually. "y/n? I thought I heard your name before." "shouldn't you be looking for your girlfriend or something?" you ask looking back up at her, attempting to figure out her exact status. maybe you'd even have a chance?
"girlfriend?" ellie responds in confusion. your eyes widen in hope. the sudden sirens catch you off guard though, almost everyone looking out the nearest window in unison. "oh fuck" ellie mutters and grabs your wrist. "someone called the damn police" she shouts over the panic and pulls you away from the crowd. you don't fully comprehend what's happening but don't want to do anything else but follow her. stumbling through doorways and rooms a wave of fresh air hits you suddenly and you gain control of your thoughts again. ellie, still having a firm hold of your wrist looks back at you in confirmation that you're still with her. obviously you still are, you'd never leave her, especially when these moments you've been thinking about are coming true.
"where are we ellie?" you utter. you're in some field full lavender. everything looks so blue and the pale moonlight slightly lights everything up. you look up the hill and see the police cars surround the place you just managed to leave. "did we escape them that fast?" you ask without expecting any answer. "come here sweetheart, you can use my jacket" ellie answers and lays her jacket down on the wet grass. you feel a tingle in the gesture and obey. her jacket feels rough on your bare thighs. your eyes wander to ellie, who's just settling down on the grass. while your eyes are on her lips hoping she can't see in the dim light, her eyes glance at your whole body, most of all your thighs. her pussy slightly clenches at the sight of your dress up so high, revealing so much. shit, she thinks, you can't just think of her the second you meet her in person. that's weird and creepy, and she doesn't want to be like that towards you, even though she can barely help it.
she holds the joint up again delicately, which she lights once again since it had died down after the escape. "can I have a hit?" you ask. you don't really care about the drug, more the indirect touching of your mouths and the way her fingers move. she holds it towards you and you inhale deeply, coughing it out again a bit. you feel so dizzy and hazy you practically fall onto her lips. "what the fuck?" ellie asks after pushing you away. "I- I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to do that-" you reply embarrassed. "no no, please y/n, I liked it, I promise" she reassures "I'd gladly like to continue you know.." she pats her lap, signaling you to take a seat.
her lips suddenly crash onto your again, and you melt into the hungry kiss. she kisses you again, and another time, you can't keep count because it just turns into a makeout session. her hand pushes up the back of your neck into your hair and the other rests on your torso. you push your body further against hers and she moans into your mouth. she spreads out her jacket on the field and lays you down, her getting on top. her hand squeezes your thigh firmly. "what are we even doing.." she mutters and kisses your neck passionately. "we don't have to.. it's okay..." you manage to answer. she looks at you and asks if you want to because she thinks your fucking hot. you giggle and kiss her again, continuing the session.
her hand starts to wander up your thigh and you shiver at the touch. she marks your neck giving you harsh kisses and slides up your dress. you'd probably be embarrassed of you weren't intoxicated, but rn, you just want to enjoy what's happening with ellie. it's literally a dream come true and you don't want to fuck that up in the slightest. her hand starts rubbing your pussy through your panties and you let out soft moans, wanting more. your hand moves beneath her loose sweatshirt and gropes her tit. she starts moaning at the feeling of your cold hand. you pull the sweatshirt over your head and teasingly kiss around her nipple. you love teasing her, hearing her frustrated moans through yours. after her hand moves your panties to the side, you lick and suck and bite her titties. it gets increasingly harder the harder and faster the goes, through the mess of moans and pleasure and shaking you feel. your head slips completely out of her shirt and she laughs and kisses you more, slipping her thick and strong fingers inside of you. you let out a loud moan, feeling her massage your walls. the pleasure she's making you feel is getting overwhelming.
you've never had a real partner before, definitely not one as good as she's been. you've had a girlfriend who was pretty decent with her strap, and a guy who could fulfill your kinks. but someone who knew each moment to touch you? ellie could tell which spots exactly made you moan and shake and shiver, without touching you before this encounter.
snapping out of your thoughts, you let out a loud moan, arching your back further. "you feeling good baby?" ellie asks leaning down to your ear. "mhm" you answer and she thrusts her fingers deeper inside of you, making your eyes roll back in fulfillment. you've never been so close, so far on the edge before. you arch your back further feeling her going faster and faster.. mmhhmm..
"y/n?? y/nnnn.." you hear one of your friends shout maybe 100? meter away. both you and ellie freeze. she quickly pulls her out of you and wipes them on her pants without thinking. you sit up and pull your dress back down, noticing how cold it still is outside. "yeah I'm over here, I'm coming" you shout back. ellie gives you a quick kiss before you give her the jacket you've been laying on throughout the whole session. "keep it baby it's cold." she says, urging you to put it on and helps you get through the sleeves. "you go ask your friend simon for my number, she has it. text me. I want to see you again." "yeah, I will." you answer, still flustered. "good girl.. now get back to your friends and get home safely." you smile back and run over to your friend who's shouting at you to get it the van. you sit down and relax, thinking about the.. interesting.. evening you spent with ellie. "god fucking damn.." you mutter under your breath, driving away.
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idk if im using this blog anymore
i had made a new blog and it got snapped within a couple of days. im probably gonna abandon this one. do not try to find me.
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hii, iâm in my 20s and use she/it pronouns. im nonbinary⌠ftnbtf⌠just a silly girl. iâm 4â11 and my IQ is 36DDD/F
things youâll find here: intox (mostly weed/alc), hypno (including flashing/spirals), age gap, faux/cest, detrans/misgendering, cnc/r*** fantasy/dub-con, free use, and a lot more
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