#tw; intoxication

[terrence-silver]

Would terry warn beloved not to be around him while he’s drunk or would that be something beloved finds out themself?

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Drukennes inherently means someone's lost control, truth to tell, and Terry Silver does hate his control jepodized in any situation, even by his own hand. In fact, he loathes when he loses control because of himself more than due to any other factor out there because that betrayal comes from inside the house, and is as such far more haunting and dangerous (and even infuriating) than someone from the outside threatening his authority over his own surrondings or even his own agency.

So? Only makes sense that he'd prefer to lose it, if he must lose it at all, in solitude.

It also means one has a limit with alcohol, whether it is a big or small one, a human limit innately exists somewhere in spite of all discipline, and Terry would rather, quite frankly, not be seen in moments he deems explicitly vulnerable, embarrassing, compromising or limiting, yes. He seems like the type who likes casually drinking (or rather, degustating) in company, in any occasion ranging from events, fundraisers, basic socialization, in any setting that gives him ample chances to show off his knowledge around liquor and its collecting or brewing, during his own leisure time, in the sauna, in the tub --- you name it --- or merely over dinner with a familiar face or a business associate but that he'd much prefer getting drunk as such alone, possibly behind closed doors, with his own space of privacy, where nobody can see him in that state or even in the process of sobering up, yes, not even beloved, because again, being drunk isn't pretty. Filters are gone. Posturing can disappear. Triggers can become amplified. Weaknesses are often out on display. Masks come off. Senses are muddled. Not as acute as he'd like at all times and that is...not his cup of tea --- him not being top performance isn't his cup of tea, no --- notwithstanding that I figure that the very need to quell anything at all with alcohol, and as such, be dependent on something even if it is something traditionally associated with pleasure and hedonism like a good drink is just as harrowing to him due to the very fact he needs it, even though, he undoubtedly does it constantly.

Ironically though ---

The one person who might come seeking out beloved when drunk is actually Terry himself, even though he was the one to retire and tactically retreat from beloved while he was in the process of getting in this state in the first place. Might've warned them off himself, sure. Forbade them from coming looking for him while he's at it. Except, if all emotions are heightened and more chaotic with inhebriation sprinkled in, the moodiness of affection, desire and neediness becomes heightened along with everything else, because no, I actually don't Terry's a violent drunk, per se. With Stingray, there was a visible moment where Terry was shown to make a cognizant choice beat Raymond up as a ploy to frame it on John there and then, but that was a logically made decision, not an irrational one. He decided on that in the moment. His actual nature while he's drunk, though? Charged with intensity. I can imagine a drunk Terry as the type to just wordlessly come to beloved and just cling to them for dear life, not letting go, with no way to shrug him off, caught in a vice grip, staring them down, not blinking. It is as sexually charged as it is daunting, admittedly. Yes, sure, he's warned them not to be around him right now, but he said nothing about him not being around them, huh? Ultimately, he's the type of drunk who will say some very strange, very bizarre, very outlandish things to beloved while intoxicated. Do things just as strange, bizarre and outlandish, undoubtedly cornering beloved, not letting them go, still just as imposing and as capable with his physicality the way he would be when sober. If not more. His hunger, yearnings and thirst on full display, no wall repressing him back, he craves to feed; people do say drinking opens the apetite after all.

Who's to say he wouldn't wanna fuck?

Maybe even get emotional after it while the alcohol is wearing off.

[sigmahimejoshi]

You're stressed? Why dont you get high for me so you can be vulnerable and easy to manipulate while I fuck you better? The weed will make you warm and fuzzy and I can fuck all of the bad thoughts out of you head so you'll just feel fuzzy and not have a single important thought!

[selarina]

Guys, you know how in schools teachers place the loudest kids next to the silent ones hoping their silence will rub off on them?

Yeah, this happens with you and Gojo Satoru, but you don’t rub off on him entirely. He carries his boisterous (albeit somewhat lovable) energy well into adulthood.

He does quiet down though, at times. Gojo spends his time watching you, not with any intent but with something closer to curiosity.

His eyes can’t help but zero in on your quiet concentration. You're all precision in a sense — the way you scrunch your nose, the way your brows pinch together when you don’t understand something. It mildly bothers him, how noiseless you are in all your movements.

Soon, the bell rings, and he realises he’s been silent the whole class, his time spent entirely on studying you.

His eyes trace your form as you rise, and join your friends, leaving the room without a second glance in his direction.

And what should mean you fading into the bustling background of his school’s hallway becomes finding you front and centre, everywhere — in the sports field, in the cafeteria, at the school assembly when you’re front and centre reading the day’s agenda.

And this odd phenomena lingers in adulthood too.

“Sir—” Higuruma’s voice manages to cut through.

Gojo blinks, a daze simmering beneath the surface as he forces himself back into the present.

“Yes, yes,” he says, brushing off the conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand and a cheerful smile. “Let’s buy them!”

Ijichi clears his throat, chuckling in unease. "We're selling them to Murasaki Industries, sir."

"Oh." Gojo’s mind catches up, but only just. "Right. Let’s do that, then."

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he glances down, the screen illuminating a picture of you as his wallpaper. You’re wearing his hoodie, working on a laptop, surrounded by the half-finished mess of the apartment you both recently bought.

The message in front is simple, reading: i’m here. i'll wait outside

He grins, already moving, already leaving. “Meeting adjourned,” he calls out over his shoulder. “I have to see my wife.”

Behind him, the murmur of exchanges continue. Higuruma and Nanami exchange weary glances before staring dead straight into Ijichi's shifting figure.

“Um—“ Ijichi speaks up, nervously.

"Yeah," Nanami interjects, his tone dry. "We'll need to revisit this. I have serious doubts about his capacity to enter into a legally binding contract based on this meeting. Under the Mental Capacity Act 2005, one could argue he wasn’t of sound mind—seemingly intoxicated. I don’t want you coming back at us for this later."

Higuruma nods, muttering in agreement as they prepare to leave. "The whole time, he was just staring at his phone."

Nanami scoffs. “Why do we need him again?”

Ijichi’s ears catch a faint response from Higuruma. “Well, he’s rich.”

[nottsangel]

imagining toxic ex theo somehow convincing you in your drunken state that hes your boyfriend and eats you out..

tw dubcon

“theo, what— what are you doing?” you giggle drunkenly, weakly pushing him away with your hands pressing against his chest, but he doesn’t budge one bit. “we aren’t even together anymore!” theo advances threateningly towards you— his tall, imposing frame looming over you and making you stumble further into his dorm room.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he growls, closing in with a menacing stride until you hit the edge of his bed and clumsily fall onto his disheveled sheets. you gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, your head spinning heavily from intoxication as he aggressively grips your face, causing you to giggle even more, despite his fingers roughly digging into your warm cheeks.

“hey, hey, listen to me.” you nod with a drunken smile, staring up at him through your eyelashes. “you’ll forever be my sweet girl, got it?” you nod again, your heavy eyes occasionally closing as you bite your swollen lip, the same lopsided grin not faltering from your heated face.

“yessss sir!”

“that’s my good girl. maybe you’re not as dumb as i thought you were, huh.”

he harshly taps his palm against your cheek a few times, the impact stinging on your skin but the alcohol quickly easing the pain as you continue to giggle uncontrollably. and theo— he’s more than amused at your intoxicated state, knowing it’s easy to get whatever he wants this way.

he then swiftly hooks his muscular arms under your legs and pulls you towards him, making you fall onto your back with force, your body bouncing on the mattress. “don’t get confused again, cara mia. you’re mine forever.”

he places quick, hungry kisses on your legs, moving upward as his strong hands press against your inner thighs to spread them wide open. you let out a giddy, inebriated laugh, completely melting under his touch. “gonna show you that no one can make you feel better than i can, amore. all. fuckin’. mine.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[konigsblog]

more disgusting step brother konig please !! that gladly dry humps his small braindead pure stepsibling 24/7 :(( who’s been influenced that these all are normal bonds ^__^

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TW: STEPCEST, STEPBRO!KÖNIG X STEPSIS!READER, INTOXICATION, MANIPULATION/COERCION, SLIGHT DUB-CON. MDNI 18+

When the pair of you make out in front of others, you receive disturbed and judgemental glares from them, disgust and displeasure visible on their faces. König will protect you from their harsh and cruel choice of words, seething anyone who dares to shame the close bond you two have formed.

König has convinced and manipulated you into believing that this is a normal sibling relationship, that what you two have is special and unique. He'll tell you that it's normal for step siblings to touch each other like this, to lend each other their bodies. He'll claim that it's your duty and responsibility to satisfy König, to open your pretty little mouth and allow your older step brother to use it ruthlessly and mercilessly.

And when you're nearly blacking out after getting drunk with König one night, he won't be able to help himself. It's the perfect moment and time to take what he truly wants, in the privacy of his apartment. His thick fingers grasp at the waistband of your panties, sliding them off your figure slowly while promising to be gentle and tender with you. He wants you naked and bare, exposed and revealed to him while he's completely clothed, rubbing his stiff and covered boner against your drooling cunt. You can feel the soft, wet fabric of his boxers sticking your folds. His creamy load seeps through the material, leaking out onto your soft skin. He rocks his hips back and forth, praising you for your kind efforts.

“You know exactly how to please me, little lamb.” König grumbles into your ear, “Just listen to your brother.”

[controllingdom]

Shut up and take another shot.

I don’t care if you can barely stand up.

I don’t care if you’re slurring every word.

I don’t care if you won’t remember what happens tonight.

Don’t stop drinking until you’re blackout.

I’ll be sure to record everything thing I do to you while you’re pass out drunk.

Don’t worry, I’ll record it and force you to watch and relive it in the morning.

[transfagwhore]

we need more intox kink posts about edibles. smoking is hot but some of us have asthma :(

[guppiepup]

getting your pup stoned while he sits on your cock. making him take a hit for every moan he makes..until hes clinging to your chest unable to stay quiet. his slick is dripping down your leg, you start bucking up into him like a fleshlight. just bouncing him on top of your cock, grunting from how much youve gotten off to his desperate sounds. your pup just pants and drools on your shoulder, howling out for more. just get your puppy stoned and they will get cock drunk!

[sigmahimejoshi]

Sharing a blunt, turning into sex. Your dom thinks your mouth looks so pretty while taking a hit. You keep giving each other smokey kisses, and the weed makes you both hornier, and hornier until your dom is fucking you with blunt in mouth. They pass it right back to you. While it is a bit hard not to cough on the smoke at first, you both soon get used to it as you keep sharing it while having sex

[ceilidho]

dubcon/noncon

Gaz and Soap getting reader high and taking turns sucking on her nipples and eating her out 😔 not even fucking her but just getting their mouths and fingers all over her soft and wet bits. Poor little thing can’t even push their heads away because she’s so out of it

[high-kite]

I want to be someone’s stupid, high little slut. I want someone to just feed me an edible and then make me take hits until I can’t anymore. Until i am a coughing and wheezing mess. Then the edible starts to kick in too. I feel so sick and so overwhelmed i can do nothing but lie down. Someone needs to then keep touching me until i cry, pretty please!!!!

[konigsblog]

overprotective older-boyfriend könig.

tw/cw; age difference/gap, possessiveness, slight dub-con, intoxication, blowjobs. MDNI 18+

older-boyfriend könig doesn't like the way younger men look at his girlfriend. he views them as competition, believes they'll snatch you away and take you for themselves.

könig can be pretty clingy, perhaps even needy depending on how you look at it. he craves your attention and love, will follow you around at parties to make sure you're protected, and will drag you into the bathroom for a quick blowy. he'll record you while you suck him off, your fingers barely meeting when they're wrapped around his girthy length, coating könig's dick in your sticky split and saliva.

“good job, little one. show me how in love you are with my cock, mäusi, please— there we go...” könig growls out drunkenly, perversely watching as you greedily swallow more than half of his meaty cock, his breathing heavy and laboured as he records.

older-boyfriend könig will shame and lecture you for coming home drunk, stumbling over your words and barely able to string a proper, coherent sentence together. you apologise profusely through tears and giggles, hiccuping and sniffling as könig orders you to lay down on the couch.

it's nearly a daily occurrence for könig to check your holes. he has to make sure you're not getting up to anything while he's gone, or that someone hasn't taken advantage of you while you're drunk.

“present yourself to me, liebling. c’mon, don’t be shy.” he encourages you with a greedy, perverted grin plastered on his face. you're so sensitive while you're drunk, he knows you'll obey him and will listen to whatever he says.

he'll push your damp panties to the side, wet with your sweet arousal, your folds slick and your sensitive clit sticky. he'll bury his face between your soft thighs, cleaning up the sticky, sloppy mess with his tongue, gazing up at you with heavy eyelids and lustful eyes, drunk off of the taste of your pleasure.

[numberonewhimperingfan]

actually so fucking obsessed with the idea of getting really high/drunk and messy fucking. cum and sweat everywhere but i’m so horny i really couldn’t care less

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: drunk sex, car sex, casual intercourse, not proof read

Simon - a man intimidating on several different levels - did not know how to handle a crying girl. Especially not one of your caliber, drunk, babbling to him about god knows what. All he could do was sip his shitty liquor, stare at you and your group of friends giggling behind you. And of course you just had to blurt out magic fucking words: "Do you think I'm ugly?" He took a moment, not out of hesitance, but consideration; you and your big glossy eyes, flushed face, even the messy hair somehow you-

"No." Simon's voice was a low rumble, and for a moment it comforted you, made you shut your eyes and nod for a bit. Only a bit, before you choked out another sob.

"Then why does he not wanna fuck me?" It was immature, really. Simon shouldn't enlighten your bold behavior, but he couldn't help it. You were cute. But that didn't change anything. You were still sobbing before him, rubbing your face raw of steaming hot tears and drunken frustration. Ruining your pretty face. Simon leaned back for a moment, considering your words. Whoever broke your heart was a real, damn idiot.

Sure, you were a bit whiny, annoying; but it was easily overlooked with how sweet you seemed. Maybe it was the drinks Simon had indulged in himself, because he was actually considering this.

Another choked cry from you rushed him to blurt out his next words, "I'll fuck ya."

Something about your silence said more than words did. God, forgive him for relishing in this small victory - you were a virgin. Evident by your slight hesitance in his words, the flinch, the cute quivering lip like you really wanted it. But you were scared. Smart girl, should honestly know better than to fuck this big, scary man. And still -

"Okay." You nodded, huffed. Your friends by now had wandered off to do whatever the fuck drunk gals do. Looked just about as broken up as you were. Simon chuckled a bit, pocketed his keys, wallet, and offered your hand a place in his.

It was shocking, the moment you felt the scarred callouses along his palms. It made him laugh breathily, "Like it, do ya?"

"Mhm..!" Such a puppy. You practically scooted a snuggle against his arm, wrapping around his muscles while he led you out. Didn't deserve to be fucked in a bar like a common whore; he'd give you the benefit of some privacy with his darkened windows, turn the cooler on so the heat of the moment didn't overwhelm you so much.

You were so compliant, something he'd be sure to correct if this ever went anywhere; couldn't have you seeking cock from just anyone. But Simon understood, poor thing. You needed your pussy to be filled up, and he was willing to help you out. Let you cry on his cock, tighten up just a bit as your arousal drooled down and stained his pants with your fast orgasm.

Your hands attempting to cover your face, which Simon just couldn't have. He'd correct that with a single hand, tightening your wrist in his grip and holding them behind you. His freehand guiding your hips, while he tutted praises against your breasts. Panting roughly, either he was out of shape, or you felt much better than he anticipated.

Regardless, you were reduced to nothing but a mewling bitch. Burying your face against him while be babied you with each thrust. "Poor doll, needed someone to show your place. mm?"

"Don't worry, bird, Simon's gonna make ya feel real good."

[blushedfemmes]

what if…. forcebutch, but without the ties and suits and crisp buzzcuts. forcebutch because i want to take a perfectly nice girl and mold you into the slobby stoner housebutch of my dreams. i will encourage and, if necessary, force you to let go of the need to always be neat and pretty and presentable. stop shaving and wearing makeup, yes, but also stop caring so much about how you look. i want you to be comfortable. and it’s hot, i can’t help it. i’m weak for contrast. i love to walk into the apartment in my elegant femme office wear and find you messy-haired and unshowered and stoned out of your mind in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. (i’m also funding your weed habit, of course, and the sky’s the limit.)

i’ll dress you up for dates every once in a while, we both know you clean up nice. but being my kept butch means letting me keep you however i want, and i want you like this. i want you barefoot in boxers and an old t-shirt and letting me run the household. maybe i give you a few easy chores to complete. but if you forget or get too high there’ll be no punishment, i’m just going to find it endearing. and if i’m honest it’ll turn me on. because that will mean i was successful in uninstalling your anxiety, your perfectionism, and your transformation into a neet stoner dyke is complete. you’re just my adorable housebutch and i need nothing more from you than the pleasure and power of keeping you that way

[shrimperini]

❕ cw alcohol intoxication ❕

hi chelley fans. decided to do a part 2 of the party comic because im so incredibly normal about them❤️ also im weak for the drunk flirting trope so fjsicisjfjdjf

part 1 here!