#drunk posting

[chubbyhistorian]

m likes notr even tsisou tisoy tipsyuuuu promiseee lmaooo

[coffee-discussions]

All dogs are puppies and all men are dogs

[micromacro222]

Espresso Cookie's breakfast or something idk I'm kinda drunk rn

dramk.

my insides feel wamr.

[saints-salvation]

Stalker Dennis, anyone? With Robby, who's so stressed his doctor puts him on anxiety meds?

Imagine Dennis becoming obsessed with his boss, whose old enough to be his father and deciding to follow him home, walking just far enough behind that Robby can convince himself that hes being paranoid and that no one is following him. But there is, Dennis follows him all the way home and watches through the window that Robby really needs to be a curtain for, as his boss undresses and turns on the TV to fall asleep.

Maybe Robby doesn't notice for weeks that someone is watching him, jacking themselves off as he cooks in the kitchen. Maybe he convinces himself he's going crazy. But Dennis is living it all the way up, watching his boss being so domestic and soft. He just can't stop; there's just something so addicting about watching his hard ass boss look so fuzzy.

After 2 months, Robbys is starting to let the anxiety get the better of him. He closes his curtains in the bedroom more, and triple checks all his locks. Dennis just can't have that though, he csnt stand for the objection of his desires hiding from him, even if Ronby doesn't know it's him. He has to take matters into his own hands.

Robby wakes up the next day, curtaisn still drawn, back door forced open, with his hands tied to his headboard and Dennis fucking himself on his hard cock. At first he wants to be horrified, but hes also flattered by the idea that Dennis wanted him so badly that he just had to take Robby for himself, has to make sure Robby is his and his alone.

Robby has to watch as Dennis sends Gloria notice of his resignation. He watches as his career ends and can't even feel disappointed because he's never known satisfaction like being the object of Dennis affections. He became a kept man, literary, kept in his house until Dennis comes home again, desperate to be fucked. Maybe he would be disappointed in another life, but without the stress of keeping the population of Pittsburgh alive, he can be himself and explore his own wants and needs for the first time since he was 20.

It takes almost a year for Dennis to feel secure enough to leave him in the house unlocked with no restraints. But when he comes home, almost sure that he'll find Robby gone, he finds him in the kitchen cooking, all the freedom in the world and he wnat to the grocery store to make sure Dennis was well fed when he got home.🎀

[onelooseskull]

emmrich volkarin is so pretty i love him

[covenofagatha]

Hi!!!!! Just wanna say love your writing!!! If it’s okay I was hoping to request something? The reader being like a magical student and she been lusting over professor harkness. When she feels like Agatha isn’t taking the hint, she decides to try a charm/spell whatever is fitting. It backfires and you have to beg Agatha to fuck you. Smut/ fluff to end.

Professor Harkness is the potions teacher at the Spellbound University and you're harboring a not-so-secret crush on her.

At least, you think you're being obvious by bending over the table so your too-short uniform skirt rides up and shows off your lacy underwear when she's standing behind you and letting your touch linger when you hand her something and tracing your gaze over her body every class.

There's always a twinkle in her eyes, but she never says or does anything about it

So, is it really your fault that you have to take matters into your own hands? She wants you—you're sure of it. You just need to make her act on it

A plan forms in your head. It's risky, but you're immediately set on it. In the back of her classroom, she keeps books about how to make advanced potions. Potions that might be a little dangerous. Including a love potion. It only works if there's already lingering feelings, so you figure: what's the harm in brewing it and slipping it in her tea? If it doesn't work, then you know she doesn't feel that way about you. But if it does work...

One night, at dinner, you sneak into her classroom while everyone's at dinner, feigning that you needed to use the bathroom. You take the book, find the page for Verum Amoris, and steal all of the ingredients too. It's a a relatively straightforward potion and only takes three days to make

Indeed, three days later, it's ready. You carefully carry two cups of tea to Agatha's room, the one in your right hand containing the potion. Your heart is jittery and the spot between your legs is growing steadily warmer. Your shirt is unbuttoned an extra button, showing off the lace of your purple bra, and your skirt is rolled up so much that it barely covers your ass.

Professor Harkness sits behind her desk in the corner of the room and looks up when you shoulder open the door. A shiver runs through you at the scalding heat in her eyes as she takes in your adjusted uniform with a smirk.

"Can I help you?" she drawls and you slowly walk closer and put down the teacups in front of her. You have to remind yourself to keep breathing

"Just thought I could have a tea with my favorite professor," you say, light and breezy. Her eyebrow quirks up.

"Get some honey from over there, won't you?" she asks and points over to a cabinet on the wall. You nod and do what she says, quickly returning with the jar. "Good girl," she purrs and spoons a generous amount into her cup.

With bated breath, you watch her lift the cup to her mouth, put her lips around the rim, and drink. Then she puts it down and nods toward your cup. "Aren't you going to have some?"

You jerk your head up and down and pick yours up, feeling more than a little disappointed. The tea is hot and minty on your tongue, but there's a hint of something else that you can't put your finger on.

Agatha watches you carefully and you think her pupils are dilating. Your breathing grows heavy and your body warms. "Keep drinking," she says coarsely and you can't find it in you to not listen, your core starting to burn.

You finish the cup and by then, there's a thrumming in your clit that becomes hard to ignore. You squeeze your legs together and Agatha's mouth quirks up.

"How was the tea?" she asks innocently and the pieces slot into place in your brain. Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. Agatha chuckles and stands up to walk behind you and put her hands on your shoulders. You can feel her breath tickling your neck as she bends down to whisper, "If you need something, be a good girl and ask for it."

The words fly out of your mouth before you can even think about it. "Please Professor Harkness, I need you."

She tuts. "After the stunt you just tried to pull? I should leave you here soaking without any relief." She laughs when you whimper and squirm in your chair and then grabs you by your nape and pulls you up. Your cunt clenches around nothing. "Luckily for you, I'm feeling nice today."

You don't get the chance to speak before she pushes your chest onto her desk, forcing the air out of your lungs. She traces her finger down your back, leaving goosebumps in her wake. You forget how to breathe.

And then she traces her fingers down your back and your eyes are already rolling back in your head. She cups you over your underwear and you can feel how wet you are. You whimper

"God, you're such a slut, aren't you? For your teacher," she taunts and all you can do is nod

She pushes aside the gusset of your panties and your jaw drops open—she already knows exactly what you need. She pushes two fingers inside your dripping cunt and her thumb finds your clit

It doesn't take long for you to come with her salacious words and the way she twists her wrist just right that makes you clench all over her fingers and has your pussy spasming and her name falling off your lips

Agatha smiles wickedly as you fall all apart for her—she knew exactly what you've wanted and while she's a little surprised at the lengths you were willing to go to, she can't say she's not happy. She's seen you this whole time, with the short skirt and the desperate eyes and the anticipatory lean into her touch and she couldn't be more delighted

Because she wants you just as bad as you want her

When you're nothing but a sweaty and dripping mess, she leans down and kisses your temple and you can feel her smile against your skin

"Did you know?" you ask, heart racing, breathing heavy

"You weren't exactly subtle, hon," she says slyly and you feel your cheeks heat up but you can't protest because you got exactly what you wanted...what you needed

And so did she

[pentapoctopus]

Recently-single Steve at a cousins wedding, shortly after proposing to his girlfriend and getting brutally rejected and dumped, his heart smashed to bits, etc. bringing atrocious vibes to the function

And wedding DJ Eddie who keeps telling him no, he can't play any more of the sad shit Steve keeps requesting because it's a wedding dude, everyone wants to have fun-- are you okay though? Lets talk after, you look like you could use a drink

Now featuring part 2!

[an-animagi]

michael and vanessa as the atla quote "My father said Azula was born lucky, he always said I was lucky to be born"