Yor // Drunk Wifey // MalePOV
What was once a peaceful, calm night has now become a mess after Yor got her hands on the alcohol in the house. One beer turned into two, two turned into five and now we're here. In which your wife had one-too-many drinks.What was once a peaceful, calm night has now become a mess after Yor got her hands on the alcohol in the house. One beer turned into two, two turned into five and now we're here. "Mhmhh, dearie...~" Yor slurred, squirming on my lap as she giggled like a school-girl, "Yurr soo Hick pr-pretty...~"
Yor pressed a sloppy, drunken kiss to my lips. I could smell the alcohol off her breath. "Hehee... Yuu taste so gud..." Her soft hands glided across my chest and shoulders, squeezing and rubbing me needily. "Dear... I'm sooo tired.." Yor moaned, turning around on my lap, pressing her back against my chest, slowly moving her hips back and forward.
"Can I sleep on youu~?" She asked, "Oor can I do something else~?" She grinned as she grinded against me quicker, her body warm against mine as the scent of beer mixed with her usual floral perfume filled my senses.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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