#tw drinking

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What does it mean? What does it all mean??

[kingkaisen]

♡ — Gojo is drunk and he misses you. He doesn’t seem to understand that you are sitting right in front of him.

“. . . and sh-she’s so talented and pretty . . . my pretty girl . . . you gotta meet her.” SATORU GOJO cocked his head to the side, grinning; his flushed cheeks and ears were a deep shade of red.

The tall man’s legs were outstretched. He was slumped over the arm of your couch, and though he looked like he was on the brink of falling asleep, he continued to ramble on, on, and on.

“Who’s pretty?” You questioned your drunk boyfriend with worry, folding your arms across your chest.

“My girl . . . my baby . . . she’s so . . . I love her. I’m in love. I miss her. I need her.” Satoru’s grin fell into a frown.

Clumsily, he fumbled around until his hand found his phone in his pocket.

“Gonna call her,” he mumbled.

His bright phone screen illuminated his glossy eyes, and it didn’t take long for him to groan in frustration over not being sober enough to find his pretty girl’s contact.

Satoru reached across the coffee table, handing his phone to you.

“Can you call her? I love her so much,” Satoru was on the verge of tears. “I wanna marry my pretty girl.”

“Who am I calling?” Your voice was shaky. As you held his phone in your hands, you tried your hardest to prepare yourself for the worst — hearing Satoru slur out another name.

Satoru’s head snapped in your direction. Strands of his messy white hair fell every which way across his face, but you could still make out his eyebrows, which were pinched in confusion.

“Hmm,” Satoru paused, giving you a slow blink, “you’re not that bright. Everyone knows . . . everyone knows Y/N is mine . . . don’t you know that? She’s my baby.”

You couldn’t fight the urge to grin, nor did you want to.

“Can you hurry?” With a whine, Satoru started to sink down until he was laid out across the couch cushions. “I’m gonna die if you don’t hurry and call her, please. Call her-call Y/N.”

“I’m right here, Satoru,” you said.

He looked at you again, processing your face for a moment. He rolled his eyes.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No . . . you’re not.”

“Okay, you know what?” With a sigh, you dialed your own number and handed the phone back to Satoru. “Here.”

Satoru eagerly grabbed his phone, smiling ear to ear at the sheer anticipation of getting to talk to you.

Naturally, your phone started to ring, and you answered it, staring at your drunk boyfriend.

“Hello?” You mumbled.

“Y/N? I miss you . . . where are you?”

“I’m right here-”

“Hold on, baby.” Satoru suddenly pulled the phone away from his ear, and he shot you a tired glare. “Can you be quiet, please? I’m trying to . . . to talk to my girlfriend.”

Satoru rolled over onto his side, his back now facing you. He put the phone back up to his ear, whispering, “This woman’s so rude, Y/N. No manners . . . where are you?”

“Satoru, sweetheart, that woman is me. I’m right behind you.” You couldn’t help but laugh just a bit.

Slowly, Satoru rolled back around, his eyes locking with yours as his lips parted to, once again, tell you to be quiet, but his annoyed gaze faded away. It changed into a blank expression. Then, as he studied your face further, there was a brief frown of confusion, but suddenly, his lips broke out into a wide smile. Satoru sat upright, unintentionally sending his phone tumbling to the rug below the couch.

“Y/N?” He motioned you towards his lap. “C’mere, sweetheart. Where’ve you been? I missed you so much . . . so much, baby.”

After tapping the red button on your phone to end the call, you then got up and made your way over. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap without wasting a second, his hands finding your hips as you straddled him, and he continued to ramble on, on, and on.

“Baby, there was this other woman here. She was awful . . . wouldn’t be quiet. Told her I was trying to talk to you, not her.” Satoru pulled you closer. He kissed your neck. “I missed you s-so much. Don’t leave again, okay? I don’t wanna talk to no one ‘cept you, okay, baby?”

“Okay, I promise,” you ran your fingers through his messy white hair. “I also promise to throw out all the alcohol in this house, because clearly, you can’t handle it, can you?”

“I can handle you just fine, baby. Will you kiss me now?” Satoru pulled away from your neck, those lips of his falling into a small pout.

You couldn’t help but sigh and smile over him misunderstanding everything right now.

Your needy, drunk boyfriend placed his large hand on the back of your head, guiding your lips towards his, kissing you deeply. All the while, you couldn’t help but wonder if your boyfriend was this needy when he was sober, but kept it a secret.

He certainly was.

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Dw they remembered 5 minutes later

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old drunk (/affectionate)

[butch-coffee-cup]

Low key made this

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woah....i didn't know twisted shelly chill like that

[monstersmutconnoisseur]

Meeting a Tickster Fox Hybrid

Tw: Drunk sex, creampie, forced relationship, praise

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"C'mon, let's just have one more drink." His words slur as he speaks. You just met him hours ago, and he's been buying you drinks ever since.

It's hard not to admit that you haven't been enjoying his attention. His hands roamed all over you on the dance floor, telling you how he'd worship you all night if you just let him.

You indulge him in the drink, letting him order your usual. The drink makes you even more flirty than before, and you once again drag him to the dance floor. You know he enjoys it too; the unmistakable bulge in his pants has been present all night.

He leans down, his lips close to your ear, "Let's take this to my place, and I'll show you everything I want to do with you." It feels like he hypnotizes you; you gleefully take off with him, without a care for anything else.

As soon as you are in his apartment, you are against the wall. He kisses you roughly, like he's never wanted anything else in his life. He continues kissing you through his apartment, leading you to his room. Articles of clothing get thrown throughout the apartment; by the time he throws you on the bed, the both of you are half naked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He gets on top of you, holding his weight on either side of you. You giggle at him. He's been respectful all night, but there's no way you don't want this; his promises from before are tempting you more than ever. It's just a one-night stand, nothing more.

You kiss him, getting the words "Show me how you'd worship me all night" between them. He continues kissing you, his hands roaming in the places he knows you like. Meanwhile, he takes the rest of your clothes, admiring your beauty between kisses. "You look just like a doll, so pretty, all for me."

After he teases you a little, his hands find your core. He doesn't waste his time finding your clit; he rubs it, finding a rhythm you like. While he watches you writhe in pleasure, he praises you.

"So sweet, all just for me."

"Good girl, take everything I give you; there's always more to come."

"I wonder if you'll just like this when I'm inside you."

"Just one more, then I'll show you what else I can do to you." He says when he brings you close to the edge again. His eyelids hang low, his pupils wide with excitement. He smiles as he brings you over the edge, happy with the pleasure he is bringing to you.

He leaves you on the bed, pushing himself off so he can take off his pants. You hear the metal clicking and the rustling of clothing. Before you know it, he's back on top of you, pushing your legs away from each other.

One of his hands holds him up; the other lines up his cock with you. You feel how hard he is before he's even inside you, veins decorating the sides.

He pushes himself into you, kissing you again to give you time to adjust. The second you are ready, he's pushing your legs down and thrusting into you. His cock hits all the right spots, hitting your cervix over and over again. His hips don't slow down; he keeps his speed consistent as he pushes himself into you.

He watches you as he thrusts into you, happy to see you below him like this. His thumb lazily circles your clit, his mind more occupied with how he's feeling, but he still wants you to feel good too.

His breaths get deep over time, his movements becoming more frantic. He stops playing with your clit; instead, he's fully focused on himself. He still hits your cervix, making pressure in your core continue to build.

You hold tight onto him, feeling like any second you could tip over. Light grunts distract you slightly, his balls slapping against you as he thrusts in you.

As you tip over the edge, your pussy squeezing him, he comes too. He pushes himself into you fully, his cock pulsing as white liquid shoots out of him and into you.

He holds the two of you in this position for a few moments, waiting to come down from the high. Sweat covers the both of you, his orange fur damp with it.

He pulls himself out of you, leaving the bed and bringing you back a towel. He helps you clean yourself up, telling you how much he admires you occasionally.

"My little mate, so sweet for me. You took me so well. I'll reward you tomorrow." He trails kisses around your body.

"Mate?" You question him. You've had sex, but that doesn't mean you are mates with him.

"Yes, fox hybrids only have one mate. The first we've ever been with. That's you." He has a mischievous smile on his face.

"I never agreed to that." You protest, getting out of the bed. You gather your things, frustrated with him.

"I asked you if you were sure. You said yes. You agreed." He blocks your exit. He knew this might happen; he just wished it had happened in the morning instead. He'd rather be lying in bed, cuddling with you.

"You tricked me!" You shout at him.

"I may have tricked you a little, but that's my nature; I couldn't help myself." He seems proud of himself. "That's all over with now; let's just enjoy each other's company. We'll deal with this in the morning. You're too drunk to be by yourself." He herds you to the bed, gently guiding you to the side of it.

"Whatever, just leave me alone from now on." You lie down against the bed, knowing that you are probably in more danger on the streets.

"I could never do that, little mate." He lies on the other side, eventually joining you in yours, holding you until you wake in the morning.

[letswonderspirit]

[stars-bean]

"Cheers."

The Long Kiss Goodnight (1996) dir. Renny Harlin