#i take cold showers too

[stellamarielu]

I would love if you could write something about drunk Declan coming home all horned up 🙂‍↕️ or meeting Declan in a pub on St Patrick’s day and there’s shameless flirting/ dirty mouth on this man 🍀

pls and ty 🫶🏻

you had me at drunk horny declan!!!! i’m going bezerk rn, like fully screaming a praise of hallelujah from the mountaintops.

quick smutty drabble about horny declan and his dirty mouth after one too many drinks

Declan had been out with rupert and freddie all night celebrating, and you didn’t mind one bit— you liked it when he cut loose from work and had a little fun with his friends. but tonight he’d had more than just a little fun.

You were cuddled in bed, your nose deep in a book when you heard the front door open. The rustling in the kitchen followed by heavy footsteps up the stairs revealed Declan leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, all disheveled with a love-drunk smile plastered across his face.

“There she is.” His voice held a more-than-tipsy tone as he admired you from across the room.

“Here I am.” You giggled as you closed your book setting it down on the bedside table.

Declan hastily tore his already loosened tie from his neck and shed his jacket, letting it fall on the floor as he waltzed over to the bed. He climbed up next to you, crawling over and pulling you in for a sloppy, impassioned kiss.

“Been thinkin’ bout you all night.” He let his lips wander to your jaw, sucking a spot right underneath your ear— something he knew drove you wild. A sigh fell from your lips causing him to smile in satisfaction.

“Woah there big guy,” You were using all of your strength to create space between the two of you, pushing gently on his chest.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You could smell the whiskey on his breath and hear the way his words stumbled into each other as they left his lips.

You knew drunk Declan when you saw him, and you were also well aware that if he didn't have a glass of water and a full night of sleep he would spend the following day in complete agony.

“Since when does that matter. You keepin’ tabs on me?” He sat back on his heels, a goofy smile playing on his lips as he waited for your response.

“No I just-“

“My sweet girl worried about takin’ advantage of me?” His smirk grew ten times wider as he watched you roll your eyes at his words.

“You need sleep Declan. And a shower, you smell like a distillery.”

“I’ll shower… just let me have a little fun first.” he was grabbing at your thighs and pulling them apart, moving his body between your legs.

You were writhing in his touch, attempting to push him away as his hands pulled at your pajama shorts. You were trying your best to put on a stern face, but you couldn't keep a soft chuckle from your lips at the feeling of his mustache against your stomach as he placed long sloppy kisses on your skin.

“C’mon love, need ya so bad.” His voice was gravely, full of infatuation and alcohol fueled lust.

You gave in, acting in compliance as you let your fingers lace through his curls while he pulled your shorts and panties down your legs.

“Been thinkin’ bout this perfect little cunt all night.” His voice was muffled by the flesh of your thighs as he pressed his face against them, kissing and licking your skin in his inebriated haze.

“Just let me have it baby then I’ll shower and go to bed. Swear, I’ll do whatever ya want, just wanna taste ya first.”

Hearing his words reminded you that Declan had two habits that emerged without fail every time he was drunk.

The first was an unrestrained pattern of affection. He would be all over you. It didn't matter when or where, he just wanted to be near you— touching you. After he got a few drinks in his system Declan became completely and utterly obsessed, shoving the rest of the world away to keep all your love for himself.

And second, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. The incoherent mumbles and run-on sentences that would leave Declan's whiskey-soaked mouth were damn near impressive. He would talk about everything and nothing at the same time, never letting you get a single word in.

So in moments like this; when the two drunken traits came out to play at the same time, you were always amused and a bit turned on. Being the target of his affectionate rambles was a weakness of yours and you would surrender to him every single time.

“Baby…” The word was partially a warning but held the cadence of a beg as you dug your fingertips further into his hair.

“Just wanna make you feel good, s'all I want. All I’ve thought about all goddamn day.” His breath landed right on your core as he pushed his tongue flat against your center, licking a thoughtless stripe through your folds.

You moaned at the sudden contact, your head falling back on your pillow as little hums of approval left your lips with each messy kiss he placed on your clit.

“That’s it sweetheart, just relax.” His praise was laced with feral desire as his mouth worked between your legs. He was so caught up in it— your pleasure. Getting off on the little whimpers bubbling up out of your throat and your hips softly bucking against his face.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His voice came through in a slur as he sucked on your clit.

You peered down at Declan watching as your hands held onto his dark curls, his head buried between your thighs. It was impossible to miss the movement of his body as his hips bucked into the mattress.

He was grinding against the bed, using the friction to aid in his own release. The sight of it had the pressure in your body pounding— fighting to snap.

“Christ I just love you so much.” His mumble held an insatiable amount of devotion, as did the way his lips and tongue worked you toward your release.

“Wanna stay right ‘ere all night.”

Between filthy words and the sloppy wet sounds of Declan’s mouth against you, his hands gripped harder at your thighs pulling them further apart and giving him even more access to your body.

“Declan” It slipped past your lips in a delicate whisper and he couldn’t help the way his hips rutted against the sheets at the sound of his name, so angelic and perfect on your lips.

“Say it again.” He demanded, hips thrusting into the bed and tongue pushing at your entrance.

You obliged, his name tumbling from your mouth yet again, sending him into a state of pure primal instinct.

In a mess of dirty, muddled, carnal inclination, Declan let his mouth bring you to your release. A deep groan escaping him as felt your core soften and your back arch off the bed. He wanted to do it again and again. He didn't even let up as you came down from your high, your hands pulling at his hair and his name repeatedly whispered from your mouth in surrender.

"One more? Please sweetheart" His voice held a hint of laziness but his movements persisted, messy and desperate.

You sighed in defeat as you let the stubborn irishman below you have his way. After all who were you to deny him what he wanted when he asked so politely?

[tapakah0]

[lokisasylum]

Ew....

Dunno whats worse...

Shippers over and HYPER-sexualizing everything Jimin does and desperately trying to connect it to jk.

Or that the great majority of those shippers are mostly pervy, middle-aged, STRAIGHT women. Who might be married and WITH KIDS of their own, projecting their weirdo fantasies through Jimin.

[valend]

One hour of sleep and 8750 steps later I can't feel my legs

How did the ancient Greeks go up there in their slutty little sandals and mini skirts????

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I was rewatching the r.ed r.ain earlier and goodness he's so handsome

[tenrose]

So in the end today might have started with a breakdown and me saying we should kill all men but I redirected my rage pretty well. Bow tomorrow I will have to say "ok one or two men can live and humanity has like two good aspects (food and books, and food again), sorry about yesterday"

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

im deceased

i hope the ac gets fixed soon i feel like i exist in a cloud of sweat and musk

[itsrainingroses]

One of the only good things about having to return to work shortly after a major storm is that there's electricity here so I can finally charge my phone. (Also, coffee. 🙏)

[kakushino]

Sickly victorian child core

[dilfsisko]

We were recently forced to get a new hot water heater except the way the plumbers have it set it runs out of hot water faster and takes longer to heat up than our old one.

[httpshujii]

SOMEONE PUT ME TO SLEEP PLEASE

[roylustang]

Fitness really be….fleeting. I know no one can be in peak physical condition for long but by god do I feel what I’ve lost in the past couple of months. But I also know I’ll gain it back quickly, just gotta do the work

[goldensmilingbird]

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[seiwas]

how’s everyone’s weekend going so far!! 🥺

[parlerenfleurs]

I have to work on this commission and I'm trying, but I spent the afternoon walking around in sunny, hot-as-fuck Paris and the sun sledge-hammered me and I think I have a mild heat stroke now so as you can imagine I'm not in prime condition to be inking several very tiny lively portraits that I can't fuck up because everything is one drawing and I'm doing it traditionally because screen colours are my enemies and the smooth tablet surface wants me dead while paper and coloured pencils and ink and watercolour are my excellent friends who smell good and look great with very little effort on my part.