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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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Hickey/anyone - forced drunkenness
(Anonymous) 2022-09-30 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)Lots of fun options for manner of force (physically forcing the bottle into his mouth? 👀 order backed by threat? medical necessity due to lack of other painkiller? other?), or ways he might try and fail to weasel out of it, or person(s) doing the forcing - which can be any cold boy you wish, or, even some random OC or crossover character as long as there’s a canon character watching and/or canon character involved in the sordid-sexy aftermath. Or, well, I am also into some very good cold boy chastely putting soused ratboy to bed, but, perhaps there are shippy thoughts there upon seeing him in such a state (or from Hickey’s pov, upon being cared for while defenseless). Or, on the other hand, sex of any degree of consent or lack thereof.
Re: Hickey/anyone - forced drunkenness
(Anonymous) 2022-09-30 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: an indulgence, Hickey/Goodsir, M, cw dubcon (imagined, not acted upon)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-02 07:14 am (UTC)(link)Goodsir helps Hickey remove his jacket. The shoulder is swollen, tender to the touch. “I can fix it, but it will be quite painful.” He does not envy Hickey what is about to happen.
Hickey’s brow furrows. “Are you sure? Where is Dr. McDonald?”
Goodsir has had quite a long day already. Two more men are experiencing symptoms of scurvy, alongside something else Goodsir can’t place, and Private Heather’s condition remains mysterious. “I think you’ll find you’ll do well not to insult your surgeon, Mr. Hickey.” Goodsir pours a glass of whiskey and pushes it towards Hickey. “Drink.”
Hickey shakes his head. “I’ll not partake.”
“This is not an indulgence; it is medicinal. The pain you experience may be intense.” He has nothing else to offer Hickey to alleviate the pain, and even if he did, Hickey’s insistence on making this harder than it ought to be makes him loath to provide.
Hickey blanches a bit. “That’s all right, Mr. Goodsir. I will endure.”
“This is not a request,” Goodsir says, a sharper edge to his voice than he intended. “You drink or I cannot help you. It’s no matter to me one way or the other – but the pain will get worse before it gets better if you don’t.”
Hickey’s eyes flash with anger as he looks up at Goodsir, then he defiantly takes the glass. His left hand must be the non-dominant one – he’s clumsier with it than he ought to be, but his right arm is the useless one. He spills a bit of the whiskey as he sips and Goodsir automatically says, “Careful.”
Waste not.
Hickey finishes the glass; it takes him longer than it would take most. He makes a sour face when he sets it down. Goodsir reaches for the glass to refill it, pouring more this time. Hickey says, “I don’t want – “
“Trust,” Goodsir says, setting down the bottle, “you’ll be grateful for it after.” Without warning, he grips Hickey’s injured arm by the wrist and twists, up and in, until the shoulder pops back into place and Hickey cries out in agony.
Hickey’s eyes are red, his breath coming in short gasps. Goodsir places the glass in his left hand. He’s less steady now – the pain or the alcohol getting to his head, Goodsir’s not sure. He cups the back of Hickey’s head and guides the glass to his mouth. Hickey presses his lips together briefly, like he’s considering refusal, but then his lips part and, to Goodsir’s satisfaction, he drinks.
Not long after, Hickey is slouched in a chair, forehead resting on left hand, right arm cradled close to his chest. The liquor has hit him harder than expected; Goodsir’s surprised. He would have taken Hickey for a drinker, had he taken the time to think of it. If he had taken the time to think of it perhaps he might have taken into account Hickey’s slender build and weight loss over recent weeks, but he hadn’t – nothing to be done about it now.
“Head’s spinning,” Hickey says thickly. “You’ve caught me at a disadvantage.”
A disadvantage – to what end, though? Goodsir had not expected the drink to take this effect; of course he hadn’t, or he wouldn’t have given Hickey so much. If he’s proffered more than Hickey had been comfortable taking, well – Hickey could have refused the second glass. Goodsir is no mind-reader, and everything has been trying his patience today. Mistakes can be made under the best of circumstances, and Goodsir is under trying ones.
Hickey gets to his feet, swaying where he stands. “Should get out of your hair, then. You’re a busy man, no doubt.” The corner of his mouth curls up, as if amused by some private joke.
Something compels Goodsir to put a hand on Hickey’s good shoulder. In a state like his, Hickey ought not wander the ship alone. They’re good men aboard, to be sure, but even the best of men can be tempted… “You needn’t leave yet.”
Hickey stumbles a little, looking up at Goodsir with damp pale eyes. “Now you desire my company, is that it, Mr. Goodsir? Perhaps your intention all along?”
No, Goodsir thinks insistently, it was not his intention to render Hickey so defenseless. Yet Goodsir poured the whiskey all the same.
He turns away from Hickey. Hickey’s attempts at – what is it, charm? Goading? – will not work on him. Hickey moves as if towards the door but staggers, knocking into Goodsir’s side, and Goodsir puts out an arm automatically to catch him. “I insist; you will stay,” Goodsir says decisively. Let Hickey sleep this off, then Goodsir won’t be responsible for anything that might happen should he leave as drunk as he is.
“Guilt, Mr. Goodsir?” Hickey mutters, his body pressed against Goodsir’s, and Goodsir feels momentarily lightheaded as blood rushes southward. Hurriedly he steps away; he cannot let Hickey worm his way under Goodsir’s skin the way he assuredly wants to. Instead, he allows himself to place an arm around Hickey’s slender waist and to pull Hickey’s own arm around his shoulders, the better to guide him to bed. Hickey barely manages to stay on his feet; Goodsir wonders if he’s been eating enough. No, Goodsir could never in good conscience allow him to leave while under the influence like this, Goodsir can scarcely imagine -
"S’pose you feel awfully helpful now, don’t you, Goodsir,” Hickey say, tipping his head back to murmur in Goodsir’s ear, and his hot breath on Goodsir’s neck sends pleasure down his spine and Goodsir thinks, oh, how easy it would be. To place a gentle but firm hand on Hickey’s shoulder, press him down to his knees. Undo his own trousers and – with a thrill, Goodsir imagines Hickey’s mumbled, half-hearted protestation, quickly stifled when his thick cock fills Hickey’s silver-tongued mouth.
A rush of wicked pleasure makes Goodsir’s stomach swoop as he imagines it. Certainly Hickey would initially refuse, but a wicked mouth like his – surely this would not be Hickey’s first time; surely he’d begin to enjoy Goodsir’s cock on his tongue. Goodsir can envision himself pressing ever deeper, his hand in Hickey’s thick red hair – the liquor would make him easy and pliable, the injured shoulder would render him unable to fight back. Goodsir can only imagine how easy it would be to overpower him, to force him to gag on his cock, saliva spilling from his lips as he takes Goodsir’s cock down his throat until Goodsir reaches his climax, Hickey dutifully swallowing his spend without protest – but no, Goodsir won’t do this, of course, and this is why he’ll keep Hickey here overnight. Anyone could have his way with a man in a condition like Hickey’s. It will be much safer for him this way. The depravity a man is capable under the right circumstances scarcely bears thinking about.
Goodsir deposits Hickey into an empty bed and pulls a blanket around him. Hickey’s eyes are shut, his mouth slightly open. Goodsir presses a thumb to Hickey’s lower lip. Hickey opens his eyes, lids heavy, peering at Goodsir through thick lashes. Goodsir can’t ignore his body’s response; he shifts slightly and presses his free hand to the front of his trousers, hoping Hickey will not notice anything amiss.
“If you need me in the night,” Goodsir says, “please call. I’ll be here.”
Hickey nods, his eyelids already drooping nearly closed. “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Goodsir – generosity, as always, unmatched.”
Goodsir takes his hand away from Hickey’s lips and hurries away. As he leaves, he cannot help but hope Hickey will call not for him in the night. Under the proper circumstances, even the best of men may be tempted.
Re: FILL: an indulgence, Hickey/Goodsir, M, cw dubcon (imagined, not acted upon)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-02 09:18 am (UTC)(link)“A rush of wicked pleasure” “The depravity a man is capable under the right circumstances scarcely bears thinking about” “Under the proper circumstances, even the best of men may be tempted” THEY SURE CAN
Re: FILL: an indulgence, Hickey/Goodsir, M, cw dubcon (imagined, not acted upon)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)Omg, authoranon, this is incredible! 👀🔥🔥 I love the building up of the wicked thoughts in Goodsir, how that darker turn doesn’t occur to him until Hickey insinuates it but then the fantasy blooms wild even as he is doing the right thing, the good thing, defending his patient from the potential temptations of other men. 👀 The irony of The depravity a man is capable under the right circumstances scarcely bears thinking about as he is very much thinking about it! And the ambiguity of Hickey; bitterly wary, yes, or perhaps preemptively trying to keep some degree of control in case of worst case by at least showing he already knows the game, but maybe also a flirtation, maybe even a kind of test? "S’pose you feel awfully helpful now, don’t you, Goodsir,” Hickey say, tipping his head back to murmur in Goodsir’s ear, and his hot breath on Goodsir’s neck sends pleasure down his spine and Goodsir thinks, oh, how easy it would be.
Well! I hope he does call for Goodsir in the night. Just to ;)
Re: FILL: an indulgence, Hickey/Goodsir, M, cw dubcon (imagined, not acted upon)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-02 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: an indulgence, Hickey/Goodsir, M, cw dubcon (imagined, not acted upon)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)