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angrelysimpping · 2 years ago

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Someone did this to an obey me ask…

NPCS tripping and landing face first in PCS cleavage? (PC doesn’t even have to be female, since male PCS can have breasts in game!)

(When requests are open x)

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Requests aren't probably gonna b open for a while but....I really liked this and it's been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages

Alex

Red-faced, nearly knocks you down pushing away from you. At higher dominance, they're more likely to laugh it off. At lower dominance, they scuttle away, unable to look you in the eyes for the rest of the day.

Anxious Guard

Freezes before jumping away from you. Tries to admonish you as if it's your fault, but can't stop stammering.

Avery

A bit flustered from tripping at all. Avery prides themself on being calm and in control. Probably won't acknowledge it. Don't bring it up.

Bailey

Bitter from having tripped in front of you and mostly doesn't acknowledge it. Mutters something about you putting your tits to good use to make their money.

Briar

Also doesn't like the fact that you've witnessed them trip, but laughs at having ended up face-first in your breasts. Gives one of them a playful squeeze and tells you to wear something tight on stage.

Darryl

A mess. Apologizing, asking if they hurt you. Face pink and stuttering. Cannot look you in the eyes.

Eden

Another one who gets flustered by you seeing them trip at all, let alone into your cleavage. Also, this fucker it big. You are on the ground, their face in your chest. They are taking advantage and acting like this was their plan all along.

Harper

Pink faced. Badly suppressed stutter. Insists on giving you an examination to make sure they didn't hurt you. Proceeds to grope your tits for half an hour.

Kylar

Death by tits. Feels like they've died and gone to heaven. Just stays like that for as long as they can before they realize they might have hurt you and starts asking if you're okay.

Relaxed Guard

Also a bit flustered for having tripped in front of you but laughs it off, groping one of your breasts as they go.

Robin

Starts apologizing immediately, hands fluttering over you as they try to see if they hurt you but not wanting to cause you any discomfort. Higher confidence Robin will ask if it's okay if they "kiss it better."

Scarred Inmate

Plays it off by pinning you down and groping you. They didn't trip, they just wanted their bitch under them and this was the quickest way to do that.

Sydney

Pure Sydney is blushing. Blushing so hard. Unable to move. Stammering mumbled apologies. Corrupt Sydney is just as red but gives your sternum a kiss before moving away from you.

Veteran Guard

Also a fucker who probably knocked you to the ground when they tripped into you. Grumbles at you to watch where you going before giving one of your tits a harsh squeeze before climbing off you.

Whitney

Flustered as hell that they tripped and takes it out on you. Grabs your tits and makes some crude comments. Likely to pull at your top so they can bite your chest. Probably will bite hard enough to make you bleed.

Wren

Trys to play it off, laughing even though their face is a bit pink. Playfully bites one of your tits through your top.

#alex the farmhand #anxious guard #avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #briar the brothel owner #darryl the club owner #eden the hunter #harper the doctor #kylar the loner #relaxed guard #robin the orphan #scarred inmate #sydney the faithful #veteran guard #whitney the bully #wren the smuggler

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 28 days ago

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PICREW COUPLE

Just two souls who are found after a long time and who try to give each other the love they have found again. Ghost who, to stay lucid, seeks comfort in caressing Eden's face, because after a long time he has a reason to live and fight.

Tagging: @graveyard-party666 @chloekistune @ghostgirlvii @adlerboi @priceseyes @pricescigar @redacted-scp-antics @roofgeese @elligatorrex @chadillacboseman @voidika @sweet-samnang @inafieldofdaisies @alypink @valyrra @esolean and everyone who wants to partecipate 💚

#oc:eden“spectra”park #call of duty oc:eden “spectra” park #pairing: ghost & eden #call of duty #ghost x eden #call of duty oc #cod oc #simon ghost riley #original character #I should add the Glasgow scar but this pictew doesn't have anyone

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softmangoes · 9 months ago

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cabin fever | eden x defiant!pc

18+ only

summary: you finally slip free from your leash. eden finds you not long after.

includes: defiant!fem pc, captive to lovers, violence, animal death, pov switches, blood, first-aid, a very touch-starved eden

author's note: this is my very first DOL fic and of course it had to include my favorite forest husband. this was so fun to write, so please let me know what you think! 🧡

the large man pushes you back into the cabin before he falls to the floor with a dull thud. his hunting jacket is dark with blood flowing from an angry gash in his shoulder. you watch him, your knees stinging from scraping against the wooden planks, but he does not get back up.

behind the strands of his dirt-caked hair, you see one of his eyes trained on you.

"is this what you wanted?" he says, voice strained. "to run away?"

a part of you still wants to. with him in this vulnerable state, you're pretty sure you can.

ever since he had first dragged you into the cabin, you had spent hours weakening the leash with a flint arrowhead you managed to find near your post. finally, after days of being fucked against your will, you managed to slip free out of the cabin and into the woods.

it had not taken him long to notice you were gone. in your desperation, you did not think things through. he was a hunter, after all. of course he would find you.

and when he did, he had yanked you from the forest floor, kicking and screaming, gripping you so tightly that your shirt had ripped and your skin became bruised with his fingertips.

and now he's here in front of you, half conscious. you look at him, panting softly and bleeding out onto the floor. despite the pain he must be in, he's still staring at you.

"get away from her," he had growled to the onslaught of snapping teeth. "she's mine."

you had watched the wolf lunge onto him, sinking its teeth into his skin. in the scuffle, he had lost his grip on his rifle. you picked it up, the metal cold in your hands, before training its sight at the writhing struggle between beast and man.

in that moment, you could have ended it all. but before you could pull the trigger, you heard a sudden snap of bone. the great wolf went limp, its last breath a pained whine. with a huff, eden pushed its body off of him and took you by the collar.

"you had your chance," he said, voice hollow. "but i won't die that easily."

right now, you could get up. he could watch you leave. in his current state, it would be impossible for him to follow you.

a part of you wants to hate him, but there's something in the way he looks at you - like he's afraid, ashamed even - that makes you get on your knees and crawl to him.

"what...?" he manages.

"don't make me regret this," you say before tearing off a piece of your shirt and pressing it to the wound.

he does not cry out. blood, warm and red, wets your fingers but you do not stop. you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and for a second, you think he's going to snap it just like he did with the wolf's neck, but he just keeps it there. his palm is rough with calluses, his knuckles silvery with scars. you keep the pressure steady all while he watches you silently.

once the bleeding has stopped, you wipe your hands on your shorts and go to the kitchen to retrieve a jar of poultice and a jug of water. on the first night you spent in the cabin, you remember that he had applied some of it to cuts you sustained during your time in the forest. they had healed quickly after that.

gingerly, you unbutton his shirt to expose the wound. seeing him bare isn't anything new to you, but this was different.

"an hour ago, you wanted to kill me," he says. it's a statement, but also a question. you don't give him an answer.

his chest is sticky with drying blood, but you manage to peel away most of his shirt from the gash. he winces as you do this, grunting softly under his breath.

at the orphanage, you would bandage the little ones whenever they came crying to you with cuts and bruises. one time, robin had slipped into your room, tears in his eyes, as he held up an arm marred by a deep cut from biking too fast down a hill.

all of them had hissed in pain from your ministrations while trying to heal their affliction, but not eden. he was silent, giving you nothing else more than breathy huffs.

you wash the wound with water, watching as dirt and debris flow away. once it's clean, you apply the poultice, tearing off another strip of your shirt to wrap it around the torn flesh.

there is no fear you sense from him, no anxiety at this angry wound - only a weary resignation. it's an exhaustion that you can't help but find familiar.

eden was not afraid of death, but he had a hard time trying to figure out why he was still alive.

hours later, as the dawn light filtered through the window, he felt rather than saw your attempt at giving him first-aid.

it was shoddy work, but satisfactory: the result of the exhausted desperation he saw in your eyes as you worked to patch him up for reasons he could not understand.

but why?

at this point, the pain had significantly lessened due to the poultice and he could finally gather his thoughts. eden expected that your kindness would end at the last knot tied for his dressing. if there had been any moment you could have chosen to fled, last night would have been perfect.

instead, he was surprised to see your sleeping form curled up in front of the fireplace. something like relief made him relax at the sight of you, dirty but uninjured. but there. still there.

"you didn't leave," he says, his eyes still closed.

you blow into the wooden cup, sending curls of steam into the air. it's a simple broth you made with mushrooms from the barrel, herbs from the garden, and leftover rabbit bones and gristle leftover from a previous meal - nothing special, but nourishing enough.

"open your mouth," you instruct, bringing a spoonful of the hot soup to his lips.

earlier, you had somehow managed to prop him up with some cushions without disturbing himself and his injury. it had been a challenge - the man was so huge - but whatever was in the poultice must have kept him asleep.

he opens his mouth and lets you feed him, groaning in satisfaction as he swallows. a lock of his hair falls over his face, so you push it away and let your hand rest on his jaw to ready him for another serving. the pad of your thumb presses against a slash of soft scar tissue.

"are you okay?" you ask when his breath hitches.

eden's eyes open. they bore into you, wary. you can feel them shift from your face to your bare skin. the events of last night had ruined your shirt, so you were only in a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

"i'm fine." he licks his lips. his gaze falls on the old scar sliced across your neck, a memento from bailey. it's something the hunter would stare at often whenever he would take you. "just give me more."

hours later, you're still not sure why you're keeping him alive. perhaps you felt sorry for him, a man all alone in the wilderness. perhaps it was because if you left, there was hardly any life for you to go back to. at this point, you were definitely behind on your weekly payments, and bailey would not let that slide without making sure you would regret it.

you dip the wash cloth into the warm water, wringing it before gently wiping the hunter's face. blood and grime disappear to reveal scattered scars, a mole, and tawny skin made golden by hours in the sun.

in the weeks you had been held captive by this man, you had never seen his face this close. his features are strong - a sharp jaw, a nose that looks like it had been broken once, and cheeks framed by long locks of dark hair.

despite all the reasons he's given you not to think so, you find him beautiful.

you don't want to admit it, so you tell yourself that the heat that spreads across your face is not from seeing the strong, corded muscles of his bare chest, but the fatigue earned from another day of caring for him.

that was it. that was all.

when he comes to, eden sees an angel. her skin is sweet, warm. her touch is gentle, a perfect palm pressed against his forehead. she is beautiful, ethereal. a blessing.

she is everything he has never deserved.

when she opens her mouth, soft lips like fresh petals in the spring, she says, "eden, you're burning up."

the sound of his name is nothing short of salvation.

"fuck!" she says, voice drifting off into the distance. "fuck fuck fuck!"

something like glass presses against his mouth. he turns away.

"why aren't you swallowing it?" she curses. the next thing he sees is her tipping a small amber bottle to her face.

then: warmth. soft petals press against his lips and he gasps at the closeness, at her scent encompassing all of his senses. a tongue probes at his teeth and he opens himself to receive her offering.

sweet liquid fills his mouth: valerian, oregano, echinacea, honey. the taste is similar to the antibiotic tincture he keeps in his pantry.

he takes his good arm and steadies her against his body, pulling her deeper into the kiss. she makes a sound like she's surprised and he feels her hands cup his jaw. he does not deserve any of it, but he wants more. he wants all of her.

"eden," she breathes, pulling away. the angel wipes her wet mouth with the back of her hand, scarlet coloring her cheeks. she rolls off of him.

the absence of her warmth is agony, but before he can call for her, sleep takes him once again.

the next morning, you're on top of eden with the flint arrowhead pressed against his neck.

you do not think about the kiss. you do not think about the way he held you as you forced the medicine into his mouth.

in fact, you could end this. right now, you could take the cabin for yourself. there are enough provisions to last you until you find a way to figure out how to live here. all you have to do is -

"do it," he says, eyes clear and watching you. they look like storm clouds. like morning fog. like the water of the crystal lake where he found you.

you pause, hesitant.

for the first time since he brought you here, his eyes soften.

"someone did that to you, didn't they?" he asks, voice thick with fatigue. "they hurt you."

somehow, you know he's talking about the scar on your neck. you remember bailey pinning you to the wall, his pocketknife carving your skin after you bit him for daring to lay his hands on robin.

"i know what that's like," he says, averting his gaze. there's a note of shame in his voice. "to feel helpless."

you see the silvery scar along his jaw.

and then you break. because in the end, you are both just two animals with the same wounds.

you toss the arrowhead away and it clatters on the wooden floor. then you replace your hands at his neck with your mouth against his.

there's a moment of hesitation before he kisses you back, hungry and desperate.

"more," he growls, and you obey by pulling your bra off over your head.

you lean over him and he takes your breast into his mouth, lapping slowly at the soft bud of your nipple with his warm tongue. you mewl, tightening your thighs around his torso.

when he sinks his teeth into your skin, you gasp, taking his hair into your fist. it's going to bruise, but you don't mind.

"more," he says again, licking between your breasts. you feel his fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and after a moment of shuffling, you oblige.

he grips your thighs as he lowers you down to his face, his breath hot against your wet slit.

moments after he brings his tongue to your clit, you come shaking and whimpering.

although he's fucked you more times than you can count, this is different.

before, he would never take your pleasure into account and would ram into you until he was satisfied. even then, it would not be enough for his appetite. he'd pull you to him for more, no matter how sore or hurt you were.

but now, he's licking small circles in this part of you that aches for his touch, pulling you deeper into him as you shudder. it's exhilarating. you can't get enough of it.

"eden," you breathe, your voice trembling from coming undone once again.

"mm?" he pulls away. his eyes are hazy with lust - storm clouds rolling through the sky, rumbling with thunder.

"i want you inside of me," you tell him, ready for the lightning.

gently, he guides you onto your back. the floor is still warm from his body, the cushions you placed a few days ago soft against the back of your head.

he sheds his shirt, careful not to undo the dressing. you help him unbutton his pants. there's a scar on his hip and you think about biting it.

"are you sure you'll be okay?" you ask, worried that the wound would reopen. "i don't want you to get hurt."

"i'll be fine," he says, trailing kisses along your neck. "as long as you're here to take care of me."

there's a gentleness to his voice, an implied question. you're tempted to say yes, but you're not yet quite sure.

eden presses into you, his length brushing against your clit. you grip his arms, his muscles tight under your fingers, as you moan.

"let me hear them," he breathes. his voice is soft, tender - this is not the roughness of the man who became your captor. "you were always so quiet before."

eden groans, thrusting himself into you with one long slide. his dark hair cascades over you as he lowers his body to meet yours.

"take me," you say, biting your lip at the sheer pleasure curling hot within your core. you buck your hips towards him, meeting him at the hilt. "all of me."

it's his turn to gasp. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours as he rocks his hips into you.

you kiss the scar on his jaw, tangle your fingers in his hair. the scent of him is earthy, like the forest. you wouldn't mind getting lost in him.

eden huffs, pleasure building within the both of you. you're holding him like that when you begin to come, his name whispered between your lips.

it's not long after that he climaxes, too, burrowing his face into your neck once the shaking stops.

there are a few moments of silence. you hear nothing else but the wind howling outside.

"don't run," he says. so quiet, just barely louder than the crackling of the fireplace.

your bodies are warm and sweat-slicked, glistening with the glow of your embrace.

"i'll protect you." his lips trace the scar on your neck. "i'll provide for you." his mouth brushes yours. "all you have to do is stay." when he lifts his face, you see his eyes shining in the firelight. he's desperate, and you get the sense that he will not ask again.

you think of the life you had before you were taken - the beatings, the stealing, the lying you had to do in order to survive. was it really worth going back to? could you hope to build a new future, one warm with firelight?

your hand finds his. his fingers are strong, callused, but they're gentle. they could be yours, if you want it.

to your surprise, a blush colors your hunter's cheeks. in this moment of tenderness, you find your answer.

"i'll stay," you tell him, like it's a promise. like it's a vow.

#dol eden #eden the hunter #eden the hunter x pc #dol eden x pc #degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity fic #my writing #i just really like the thought of eden and pc building their relationship slowly #also i know this man is hella strong but thinking about pc patching him up makes me weak #scarred pc

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candyn-gutz · 4 months ago

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nurse mikarin w one of those references that was going around in the dash the other day

tw sh scars utc

#eden draws #girl i am not main tagging this #tw sh #tw sh scars #????? idk what else to tag #i havent been drawing much of anything at all recently

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lunaetis · 2 months ago

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my mind keeps flipping back and forth between soft thoughts and the idea of someone being able to tell that eden's experience in penacony is still haunting her and had caused her to have lapses & moments where she couldn't distinguish between dream and reality. eden hides that fact well enough, but i really want to delve into a situation where someone could tell she's having a lapse and point it out / call her out on it when she says she's fine. or even someone witnessing her fresh out of nightmare ( not just from penacony but from all the traumatic experience she had endured so far ) because while eden knows how to mask her fear well, she usually let her guard down in slumber or unable to flip on the mask fast enough when she's just woken up from a night terror.

#.wishlist #[ i'm babbling but this is something i had been wanting to explore #the leftover effect of it all on her mind which for my portrayal of eden #had left a permanent scar that she is still struggling to deal with ]

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ask-the-sagents · 5 months ago

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Olivia you're a catch don't say that about yourself!!you should go for it!!

M!A Olivia can't change her ink color! (4/6)

(Jic anyone's confused anon is referring to her saying piper can do better than her)

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Askbox is open!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #agent 3 #agent 4 #eden is fiercly protective of liv #olivias last ex broke it off with her because of her scars btw shes extremely self conscious of them rn #eden punched the guy out and broke his nose ❤️ she only ended up with a fine tho

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aparticularbandit · 17 days ago

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For STS! Do you believe there are any particular tropes or themes you repeat in your work?

Yes.

I frequently explore themes related to identity (and the lack or construction thereof - often this is where second person comes in), so much about stories (metafiction is my bread and butter even in fanfic), immortality (and what that means/the consequences of it), loss/trauma/grief and how that can change/define a person, redemption arcs so many redemption arcs, and found family so much found family.

I'm also finding that I reuse - how do I word this - ugh, I want to call it the what is meat question, particularly within the context of seeing revolution as the answer to the world's problems - sometimes not revolution, but the radical options people take sometimes to try and fix things - whether they know (or care) that those radical options might also cause harm to other people around them.

That last one I think I do...more often than I like to think. I did it with Jessica Rabbit and the Toons Rights Fanatics (who decided to start turning Toons into reality (which led to Roger dying because he got turned into an actual rabbit) and then eventually started turning senators and whatnot into Toons to get their point across); I'm currently doing it with The Thin Line Trilogy in terms of (spoilers) Ryoko realizing that the world is just heading towards destruction and the only way to fix things is to Junko and Tragedy and rebuild, except that's still radical revolution and it's going to kill a lot of people; I have it in one of profic projects that was a little more ambitious than I could handle at the time.

But I think over and over again I go back to what does it mean to be human - whether that's in the form of personal identity or how other people react to it or what the stories we tell ourselves and each other say about what humanity is.

...that's a long answer. There's probably more.

Oh, also, and back scars. I frequently give people back scars. Just they have scars on their backs. It's just a thing.

#musings #lizhly #bandit answers questions #idk if the last one counts as a trope or a theme #but wow so many of my characters have back scars who definitely don't need them #and /what is meat/ is a paraphrased reference to cathrynne m valente's space opera and #i looked up the quote so i could put it here fully #minus commas because you know -gestures-#'but in the end all wars are more or less the same. if you dig down through the layers of caramel corn and peanuts and choking burning #death you'll find the prize at the bottom and the prize is a question and the question is this:#which of us are people and which of us are meat?'#there's more to it than that #but the idea of 'which of us are people and which of us are meat' comes down to 'who is it okay to slaughter'#which you know the answer to #idk i play a lot with that #and tend to combine it with a quote from steinbeck's east of eden which is #'it is easy to say she is bad but it means nothing if we don't know why'#and 'maybe her whole life was her language...indecipherable. maybe she was running to something instead of away from it'#and the incomprehensibility of people but the ability to reach out and love people anyway #IDK A LOT OF COMPLICATED THINGS

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bilightningwhumper · 2 months ago

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@angstober 2024- Day 10; Humiliation

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Royal Makeover" (Frog Prince retelling) Against his will, Wayland is forced to attend his first party as Lorainne's bird

Notes:

Characters: Wayland- Frog Prince Lorianne- Bad fairy/witch Max (mentioned)- Princess Sarah- Wayland's cousin Warnings: noncon intimacy, male whumpee and female whumper, noncon/forced use of drugs and alcohol

Ao3 link

Word count: 564

Wayland PoV

Heart pounding, Wayland stood stock still behind Lorainne as she hummed to herself while putting on her earrings. While she was dressed to the nines, he’d only been given some flimsy fabric she’d called underwear but barely felt like anything to him. And beyond that door… Maybe earning himself a night in the basement would be better than the unknown horrors awaiting him at this “party.”

Lorainne stopped humming, her sharp eyes piercing his, though she smiled brightly. “You are going to behave yourself now, aren’t you, my darling?” she asked, though they both knew it wasn’t a question.

He nodded. As much as he was terrified, he really, really didn’t want to spend another night in the cold and wet chained to that poll. Maybe if he did well, she’d let him have a blanket for his small mat on her bedroom floor. That would be nice, with winter beginning to sink into his bones.

But he couldn’t stop himself from flinching as her fingers walked up his bare chest. “Good, she purred, kissing his cheek. Then she hooked her fingers into the front of his collar, pulling him through the door with her.

As they crossed into the threshold, he kept his eyes on the floor. What if someone here recognized him? These were all his mistress’ friends, so they’d be like her. But the chances of them realizing who he really was unlikely. He’d seen himself in the mirror of Lorainne’s room. Scars all over his body and face. Barely anymore body-fat or muscle left. Just a shadow of who he was.

“Hellooo, handsome.” Hands were on his chest as an unfamiliar woman groped him from behind. “Do you mind if I borrow this one, Lorainne?” she asked, her wandering hands toying with the edges of his underwear… and what was underneath.

“Of course! That’s what it’s here for, after all.” His mistress met his eyes with that sharp look again. “It won’t disappoint, will you, Grof?”

As soon as he nodded, he was yanked away and pushed hard against the wall. The woman started kissing him, rough and sloppy, uncaring that he barely responded. His stomach churned at the smell and taste of alcohol on her breath.

“Let’s have some fun,” she said before kissing down his neck, down his chest.

Tears sparked in his eyes as the underwear was torn away and she started doing… things. Looking up, away, around, that didn’t help. Lorainne had disappeared and all he could see were other birds being given the same treatment he was. One poor bird was overwhelmed with multiple partners using them at the same time.

Another mistress met his eyes and grinned, walking over with a glass in her hand. “Mind if I join in?” she asked.

The one who was currently busy with sucking him off made an affirmative noise while slapping his ass.

“Drink up,” the newcomer ordered, tipping the cup to his lips. “It’ll loosen you up.”

He choked at first before the familiar feelings of becoming tipsy and aroused hit him all at once as the liquid poured down his throat, making his mind go fuzzy and numb.

Hopefully Max and Sarah would forgive him for this. That he broke his sobriety promise after so long, accepting another drink. He just… he needed to forget for a while. He needed to not be here anymore.

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