#drunk boyfriend

[monstersflashlight]

Train trip

gn!Ghost x fem!reader || groping, heavy dub-con, edging, accidental exhibitionism (very light)

You were almost asleep, the train home took too long and you worked a double shift. You could barely keep your eyes open as you (finally) sat down. There were only two other people in the train, and you didn't mind them as you pushed your legs up on the seat in front of you and made yourself comfortable. You were thinking about taking a nap when you felt it.

At first, you thought it was just a weird contraction of your muscles, tired after all day working. You moved a bit and tried to fall asleep again. But then you felt it again.

A soft caress against the inside of your leg, it felt like a hand. You looked down, but there was nothing there. Your skirt rode up at the bottom, like something was pushing it up. You slapped it down again. The hair at the back of your neck standing up as a shiver ran down your back. You couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Something was there. You looked at the other two passengers, but they were looking at their phones, nobody paying you attention. An awful feeling ran through you.

The profound dread that filled you made you anxious as you tried, and failed, to get up. There was some kind of force holding you down, your legs felt too heavy, extended on the seat in front of you. Your arms too tired to get them up. You started to panic, something primal inside of you wanting you to run, to scream. You couldn’t, as you opened your mouth to do just that, something fell over it. You couldn’t see anything, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t scream.

What the fuck.

Something, someone, was constricting your movements and covering your mouth. You always said you didn’t believe in ghosts, but in that second, all the times you said something about it passes through your mind. Your mind frantically trying to make you run, filled with panic. You tried to scream again, but the thing over your mouth just pushed harder, pressing lightly against your nose and making it hard for you to breathe. You tried to calm down, to take deep breaths. You almost succeeded calming your racing heart.

But you felt it again. A presence at your side, a hand running up and down inside your thigh, pushing your legs apart. You tried to push your knees together as hard as you could. It was no use, whatever force was there kept them open.

You tried to scream, to bite down, but they didn’t move. The hand kept going up and up, your skirt moving up as they got too close. You felt exposed, scared that somebody was going to look at you and see you there, quiet and with your skirt up your hips, your panties showing completely. You tried to move away again as ghostly fingers ran up and down the seam of your panties, you moaned involuntarily. Fuck. It was not the time to get aroused by ghostly hands. It was unnatural, it was wrong. You couldn’t be feeling aroused about it. You didn’t want to be touched. Did you?

You tried to get away again, but failed once more. Sitting still on the train, legs up, open and exposing your most vulnerable parts, panting. You didn't want to, you knew it wasn’t normal to feel like that, but your panties were getting damp, your pussy wet. The presence moved again, something else groping your tits, massaging them like they didn’t care about you, just wanted to feel you pant again. They succeeded. You moaned softly as whatever was there kept groping your boobs. You felt how they pinched your nipples through the fabric of your bra, the moan you let out swallowed by the hand covering your mouth. How many hand did they have? Were they even hands? You couldn’t see anything at all, but you could feel so much. Too much. Your pussy clenched over nothing.

The fingers kept playing with your pussy over your panties, not pressing, not doing more than a light caress. You wanted to scream for them to stop, maybe to keep going. You weren't sure anymore. You wanted them to move. Each second, growing a bit more nervous, a bit desperate. The mixed feeling inside of your brain weren’t nothing compared to the heat soaking your panties.

When the first finger moved your panties and pushed inside, your scream was muffled by a hand. Followed right after with what felt like two fingers getting shoved down your mouth. You gagged over them, but not a heartbeat later you were sucking on them, soaking them and trying to get them as far as you could. You thought you heard a laugh, but there was nothing there. With two fingers down your throat and two fingers up your pussy, you felt like a toy for their pleasure. That shouldn’t make you hot, shouldn’t make more juices run down your thighs. But it did. You felt so hot, so aroused.

They fucked your pussy like a piston as you stood there, unable to move and swallowing against their fingers, trying to muffle the dirty sounds you were making. You looked up at the other two passengers, they were still looking at their phone. Good. You didn’t want them to look. Did you? No, you didn’t. That thought didn’t make your pussy contract against the fingers inside you.

You felt on edge, you were so close but so far. They were hitting all the right places at once, just to move away the next second. They were flicking your clit and rolling it in the most perfect way to have to touch the edge, but never going over it. You wanted to scream. But instead of that, you doubled your efforts sucking the fingers inside your mouth. You were good, you were a good girl who deserved to cum. Weren’t you? You could deep-throat those fingers until the ghost (ghosts?) made you come.

But they kept the torture up. Getting you close and taking it away over and over. A tear fell from your right eye, traveling down your cheek. You tasted the salt of your tears next, flowing freely as you were exposed and played with, unable to fight back, unable to move, unable to come.

The whole trip kept going like that, they got you close just to take it away. Over and over until you were a crying mess, your tears mixing with the saliva running down your mouth as you sucked on their fingers. You were scared that somebody could see you like that, but too desperate to stop. It was fruitless. You were at the mercy of an unknown entity in the middle of a train. You felt dirty. You felt like a filthy girl. And that turned you on beyond belief.

They played with your pussy for what felt like hours, but you know it was only 30 min, the exact time between one stop and the next one. When the next stop was rolling close, they hit that damn place that made you see stars, the fingers inside of you milking the pleasure out of you as the train slowly reduced the speed. You came and came and came, a scream involuntarily leaving your mouth as the presence vanished completely. The fingers inside your pussy gone, the fingers inside your mouth, too. The scream alerted the two other passengers who looked up and rapidly looked down.

You didn’t want to know how you looked, probably a mess. They didn’t look up, but you could see how one of them tried to hide his erection. You tried to pull yourself together, your panties were completely ruined, your face was probably a messy mix of tears and saliva, your shirt as wet as the inside of your thighs. You left the wagon and the dude lifted his eyes, making eye content with you and smirking. The knowing grin on his face made your face flush, embarrassed beyond belief.

A ghost ravished you in a train… and you enjoyed it.

What a filthy, filthy girl.

[thrasherella]

Human girl runs into a Werebear at the club and is drunk, like oh man she waayyy drunk, and she manages to accidentally talk her way into his bed ~

[warning: slight dubcon territory; drunk]

...

"Oh my gawwwd I'm so sorryyyyy, oh wooww you're huuuge!"

She was drunk; she was so drunk that she couldn't even walk straight anymore, let alone maneuver her way through a packed, writhing dance floor, the crowd moving and pulsing along with the exotic beat playing through the dark club.

She hadn't realized it, but she had run straight into his crotch; the large werebear towering over her (as well as much of the rest of the crowd) didn't seem to mind however, looking down at her with a small smirk. Her face had bumped up against his cock, so when she had said 'you're huuuge!' he assumed she'd meant his dick, the sudden warm contact and her seemingly brazen compliment leaving him wanting more as he gazed at her hungrily. She was pretty cute, and not just for a human girl, the way she was swaying on her feet making her look like she was performing a slow dance before she gave a sudden wobble as her legs nearly gave out. He put out one large, hairy arm to catch her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her up against him for support, and she leaned hard into him, giggling wildly.

"Oooo, oh my gawd you're so soooft!" she cooed, shouting slightly so that he could hear her over the music, nuzzling her face against the thick fur of his arm, running her fingers through it, sending a spark of electricity down along his spine. He could smell the alcohol on her, knew that she probably wasn't exactly in her right state of mind, judging by the way she was fondling and rubbing all over a complete stranger.

Wasn't gunna stop him from bringing her back to his den...

[improper-use-of-germx]

Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.

[cokoweee]

Imma be so real with y’all. I was speedrunning this one cause I wanted to play more rhythm game…

SO IF IT LOOKS OFF OR WHATEVER BLAME IT ON THAT

Or I probably forgot stuff. Hmmmmmm bye bye it’s 4am 🏃🏃🏃

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[hllfireclb]

+18 mdni, sorry for any writing mistakes!

"Guess I lied“ | e.m x fem !reader

"Eddie it- fuck! It hurts!“ your voice is nothing but a loud, high-pitched whine and the only sound in your boyfriends messy bedroom. Well that and the sounds of him licking and slurping at your sensitive, already overstimulated pussy. It‘s been a good hour since Eddie started eating you out, since he told you "It’d only be 5 minutes, promise“.

Well you should‘ve known it. Once Eddie starts eating you out, he can’t just stop after you came. He needs more. He almost gets obsessed with your taste on his tongue, your shaking legs around his head, the way your body reacts to his touch and good god your voice. He loves your voice so much. It’s the prettiest melody he‘s ever heard.

" 'M sorry baby but you just taste too fucking good. I need more. Just one more round 'kay?" His eyes meet yours from between your legs. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, arousal and his spit. God he’s so messy. It’s so hot. But it’s never just "one more round“ he keeps getting greedier, greedier and greedier for you. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you let your head flop back on the pillow beneath you. "You said 5 minutes Ed‘s. You even promised“ you pout slowly even though you think Eddie can’t quite see it.

You expect him to answer you with a low "sorry baby“ followed by a soft kiss to your inner thigh, but instead you feel his tongue flick your sensitive bud. A devilish grin takes place on Eddie‘s lips when he sees your reaction, as he kisses your pussy again.

"Well, guess I lied ;)"

masterlist

[saramelaniemoon]

So Eddie coded...

[phoxphenex]

drunk mark texts?🤞🏾💔💖💓

drunk mark texts

[queenimmadolla]

thinking about Eddie Munson chasing his drunk ass girlfriend down the street because she’s decided it’s time for her to have an adventure and be free, it would start with chucking off your shoes and just fucking booking it the second he takes his watchful eyes off you—no actual destination in mind, you’re just a runner when you’re drunk and making sure he doesn’t catch you is stupid freaking fun, even when he’s shrieking at you to stop

(You’re fast as fuck—the other guys try to help chase you down but they give up and collapse)

fic here.

[emloafs]

i think s6 is proof enough that in college eli is the guy that goes so hard at every party, and demetri is his introverted boyfriend who didn't want to go in the first place, spends the entire time embarrassed by eli, only to drag his drunk ass home at the end of the night (but demetri also loves it)

[lastoneout]

Everyone always critiques country for all the songs being misogynistic and about trucks and beer but lemme fucking tell you, that's not nearly as prevalent as you would think. No the real plague in country music is songs about relationship trouble. And I don't mean "I hate my wife" stuff I mean a solid 50% of this genre, no matter the gender, sexuality, or race of the person writing/singing the songs, is about heartbreak or messy relationships or getting back together after shit's gone south and one night stands and yes also abusive relationships ending in fire and explosions and murder and like. Yes, this is good, I am a messy bitch who loves drama, but please can some of y'all write about literally anything else??

Like I keep finding artists I really like because they can sing super well and I like the general vibe of their music but then it turns out 99.9% of their entire discography is about their shitty exes and I'm just sdlkfjlkdsjf PLEASE sing about ANYTHING else ffs.

[DNI Banner: THIS POST WAS MADE BY SOMEONE WHO LOVES COUNTRY MUSIC. COUNTRY HATERS WHO CLOWN ON THIS POST WILL BE SENT TO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM!!]

[myheadisemptyffonly]

Jegulus completely drunk at a party:

Regulus: What's your type?

James: I have a boyfriend.

Regulus: So what's your type then?

James: My boyfriend.

Regulus: And what does he looks like?

James: He looks like my boyfriend.

Regulus: So what would you rate me out of ten?

James: Um, i can't do that.

Regulus: Can't rate me at all?

James: Can't rate you at all.

Regulus: What would you rate your boyfriend out of ten?

James: He broke my scale, cause he's so beautiful.

[fatboychedda]

Wow, These two had a really crappy day… 😔

[herrlichersonnigertag]

Do the tumblrinas know about Le Nozze di Figaro (1786, Mozart/Da Ponte)

[zenniefox]

this was after they had a frank conversation and started drinking. they start exchanging hostile remarks in a flirty way.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Bsd is so funny because Akutagawa and Chuuya never interacted in canon and are probably barely aware of each other's existence and then there's anime promo art where they're constantly looking like they've been happily married for ten years

[ivrousae]

✦ Drunk Mind, Sober Words

Hanbin’s drunk confession

- Genre: confession, fluff

- Pairings: hanbin x gn!reader

- Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk hanbin

- Word count: 295

One night, under the shimmering city lights,

Hanbin found himself at a lively gathering with friends. As the laughter and chatter echoed around him, he couldn't shake the nervous energy that had been building within him. The reason? You, the person he'd harbored feelings for.

As the evening progressed, Hanbin's inhibitions faded with each sip of the alcohol. When the time finally came to express what he had kept hidden for so long, he found himself standing in front of You, his words slightly slurred but his sincerity shining through.

"Y/n," he began, a boldness fueled by the liquid courage, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you” he hesitated “go on” you looked at him curiously “well I..you know I just really, really like you." he chuckled, his eyes forming a curved shape while his dimples became visible to your eyesight.

You were surprised by the unexpected confession, so you looked at Hanbin with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The honesty in his eyes, despite the influence of alcohol, struck a chord within you.

Hanbin, now a blend of nerves and determination, continued, "I know this might be a bit out of the blue, but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. You're amazing, and I can't help but imagine what it'd be like if we were more than just friends." he said, his words barely understood as he spoke out intoxicated by all the liquid he’ve consumed.

You were touched by Hanbin's vulnerability, you replied gently, "Hanbin, thank you for being honest. Let's talk about this when you're feeling a bit more like yourself, yeah?"

The night carried on, filled with laughter and shared glances between Hanbin and You. Despite the liquid courage, Hanbin's genuine confession opened a door to a conversation you both knew you needed to have, sober and sincere.