#-vodka in it. wait-

[ghostscrown]

"I don't drink alcohol"

"Really??? Why???"

"Oh multiple things. I don't really have an interest in getting drunk, like I'm already dumb enough as it is and if it really does have globally the same effects as sleep deprivation as some people say, that means it'd probably make me cry and be depressed and insufferable... But mostly I just fucking hate how it tastes"

"Oh you'll get used to the taste."

"I don't want to-"

"Whaaaaat??? Why???"

Why. Would I. Keep drinking something I hate again and again on purpose until I 'get used to it'. Like why would I do that to myself-

[berdyayeva]

kim trying to help harry tailor his clothes.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT

[the-meme-monarch]

probably the most Whatever mouthwashing headcanon to ever exist bc Who Really Cares About That Specific Detail but i picture the mouthwash as being cinnamon flavor. or maybe cinnamon-mint. bc it Is blue (or maybe teal iirc?) which Is usually mint, but the brand is called dragon’s breath, and dragons Breathe Fire, and in Flavors, (flavors that would be applicable to mouthwash) fire is cinnamon

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : 69 // slight somno

⟢ i bet you wanna be mine .ᐟ

he’s still out cold when you wake up, tangled in the sheets like he’s part of them. soft morning light cuts through the blinds, painting golden bars across his bare face, the slope of his shoulders, the teeth-shaped bruises down his neck.

last night still clings to him- damp curls sticking to his forehead, faint pearls of sweat glittering against his throat. he’s sprawled out, one arm slung over his head, lips parted like he’s still moaning for you in his dreams.

you ache everywhere, but you feel good. fucked-out and warm and full of him in a way that lingers. you should get up, should shower, should maybe even let him sleep off the afterglow of last night. but instead, you just… look at him.

he’s too pretty like this.

his face slack, lips parted, soft breaths moving his chest in gentle waves. he looks like a painting. and maybe it’s the way the sheets have fallen low on his hips, or the memory of how he moaned for you last night, but your thighs press together under the covers and your mouth starts to water.

you shift a little, careful not to wake him, and trail your fingers down his stomach- just watching the way he reacts, even in sleep. the way he twitches under your touch.

you don’t even mean to take it further, but you just need a taste. just need to feel him on your tongue again.

you let your lips brush over the head of his cock, featherlight, just to see. and the sound he makes- barely there, breathy and soft- makes something in you snap.

you settle between his legs, pushing the blankets down just enough to breathe, and take your time with him. slow, almost lazy. kitten licks along the underside of his length, soft kisses to his thighs, tongue tracing where you bit him the night before. he’s already half hard from your teasing, shifting slightly in his sleep, brows twitching like he’s trying to chase the feeling in a dream.

you wrap your lips around him again, a little deeper this time. hands sliding up his stomach, nails just grazing. you hollow your cheeks and let your spit drip down, working him nice and wet, savoring how heavy he feels on your tongue. it’s not even about getting him off yet- it’s about tasting him. letting your mouth worship him like he deserves.

and that’s when he gasps awake.

“fuck… baby…”

his voice is wrecked, rasped raw from begging your name, and it sends a ripple of heat straight between your thighs. he barely opens his eyes, but his hands find your waist like they always do- needy and sure, like his body remembers even if his mind is still catching up.

“come here,” he murmurs, tugging you up, shifting you until your thighs are straddling his face under the covers.

you laugh softly, breathless, but you listen- because of course you do. because when xayden asks like that, voice thick with sleep and lust, there’s no such thing as saying no.

you adjust your position carefully, still bobbing your head, now angled across his chest with the blanket draped over both of you. and the second your pussy brushes his lips, he groans like it’s the first inhale after drowning.

he licks into you like he needs it. like he needs you. tongue slow at first, savoring your taste, then firmer, hungrier, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. your rhythm falters for a moment- dick slipping from your mouth as a gasp escapes you- but he grips your ass and pulls you back down with a low, desperate sound.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles against your cunt, already breathless, “wanna feel you… wanna taste you while you suck me off…”

his words make your whole body pulse. you sink back down on him, sloppier now, spit-slick and aching, your own moans muffled by the weight of him on your tongue. he’s leaking for you, so sensitive it makes his thighs twitch under your hands.

he alternates between licking and sucking, tongue dragging from your clit down to your hole, then back up again like he can’t decide which part of you he loves more. he makes the filthiest noises under you- wet, obscene, shameless. and when he sucks on your clit just right, your hips buck and you choke a little around his cock, which only makes him groan louder.

his hands roam constantly- gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your sides under the oversized t-shirt you forgot you were still wearing. he’s not in a rush, and neither are you. it’s messy and lazy, drawn out and overwhelming and so perfect- tangled limbs and sleepy moans, both of you drowning under the blankets in each other. your legs tremble over his shoulders as he licks deeper, and you feel him throb in your mouth at the sound of your whine.

his hips start to stutter under you, and you can feel it- feel how close he is by the way he breathes, the way his hands tighten, the way his tongue gets just a little more frantic between your legs.

“baby,” he whines, voice muffled against you, “gonna cum if you keep going like that…”

have to give credits to my pretty baby @silly-flower419 bc weve talked abt this briefly and ive been soo insane ever since so like this was partly her idea go show her some love 😛😛

[courtofthecorpseking]

ITS 4/13 I CAN FINALLY POST THIS

[galway-girlatwork]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you Emily, @604to647, for the tag. I love that you are so interested in what I am working on.

It is still just the three, I work on whatever one is yelling the loudest.

The first one is for Steph's, @toomanystoriessolittletime's, 47 Minutes in Heaven. My prompt was stuck in an elevator with Clint.

47 Minutes In Hell

She was beautiful. Not in the way that magazine covers boasted, but in a way that made his chest tighten. Dark waves framed a face that was all sharp angles and full lips, eyes filled with something he couldn’t quite place. Defiance? Curiosity? Or maybe, just maybe, she already knew.

The doors slid shut, trapping them inside together, air between them thickening. Glancing at him, a slight tilt of her head as if studying a puzzle before she turned away. There was a dark edge about him. As if he’d seen and done too much, if the scar was any indication. Her gut told her to be scared, to press every button, so the elevator would stop and she could escape but she didn’t and for the life of her she didn’t know why.

A mechanical groan reverberated through the confined space, as the elevator jolted to a stop, followed by an eerie silence. The emergency lights flickered on, bathing them in a dim, intimate glow.

This is for Mallory and friends, @mothandpidgeon, @schnarfer, and @whocaresstillthelouvre, Three is the Magic Number Challenge. I got Joel and Marcus Pike and the prompt is road trip.

Ties and Flannel

She brought it up that night, curled up beside him in bed, fingers tracing lazy circles against his chest. “Marcus needs this, Joel.”

Joel tensed beneath her touch; jaw clenched. “I don’t share.”

She pressed a kiss to his skin, just over his heart. “You share with me.”

“That’s different.” His voice was tight, pained. Turning onto his side, away from her. He’d spent too many years alone, drowning in solitude, believing that was all there was for him. Then she came along, cracked him open, made him need again. Now she was asking him to let someone else in—to offer the same thing he never thought he’d have to another man.

“He’s alone, Joel,” she whispered. “Like you were.”

Last but not least is Red Light. Green Light. She's a beast at over 6,000 words. My poor Pixie who will never think she will be good enough for Joel. I don't when it will ever be done.

Red Light. Green Light.

Another month went by before he heard from her.

Pixie: “Hi baby. Wait. I don’t know if I can still call you that. I’m sorry. I know it won’t fix a damn thing but I am. There’s so much to tell you. But you probably don’t want to hear it. I am though. Sorry. For what I put you through. I miss you.”

She didn’t tell him that the change in meds had landed her on the 6th floor. She didn’t tell him that one of the regulars had attacked her in an alley. She didn’t tell him that Franklin had gone to jail that night. She didn’t tell him that Franklin had found her unconscious in the tub three days later. She didn’t tell him anything. She’d already tainted what they had, it’s what trashy lil things did. They ruined everything leaving themselves with nothin. Pushing away from the lamp post, she made her way back into the bar, phone and vape slid into the apron cinching her waist before she walked up to Franklin and hugged him, just because she could.

“He didn’t answer, did he?”

Small shake of her head before he kissed the crown, telling her to be patient, something she had never been good at.

NPT and if I tag you and you've already been tagged, sorry.

@jessthebaker @tinyglamdramaqueen @almostfoxglove @pedgito @iamasaddie @ease-out-the-clutch @beefrobeefcal @guiltyasdave

@goodwithcheese @burntheedges @jolapeno @kittyfox1107

[foundheaven013]

VODKA CRANBERRY SNIPPET SOUNDS SO GOOD OMG

[sexhaver]

there's gonna be a big report in a few years revealing that they put molly in this shit because there's no other way water can be this good

[spookystrawberrystarlet]

i can’t wait to consume copious amounts of alcohol over the next five days

[imadecoy666]

took a second double shot of vodka - my face is already pretty warm but that's about it.. I finished chugging back the tail end of the soda I was using as chase so I'll crack open the soju next I think :)

[karokawwo]

i think i just hate alcohol sorry alcoholics

[landmineboyfriend]

[fishareglorious]

The more I think of it the only two adults living in the suitcase currently in the main story is a literal fruit and the lorax

[anachronistic-falsehood]

hm. one more drank is very temptoing. creasicle vodka is rly good

[tennessoui]

i love how bitchy you write your obi-wans

it's the most in canon thing about my fics tbh