#and its intoxicating

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Leverage and Leverage Redemption restores my faith in humanity- and I can't tell if that's sad or not.

[transyonic-iv]

late night parking lot pavement grit.

[max0chist]

"dad, it was only one time, I didn't even smoke that much." But i don't care. i drag you into my room, throwing you onto the bed. "this is what happens when little boys like you want to act all grown, when you want to disobey your father" i grind my bugle into your crotch showing you what a real man's penis feels like, pulling my pants off to let my manhood free. "this is what happens when naughty slutty boys like you decide to get high, when you decide to make yourself vulnerable, you wanted your father to rape you didn't you?" you would try and protest but i just laugh at you as i push my strap into your sweats right above your needy hole, dripping and aching from how horny the weed has made you. "dad please" you squirm under me, trying to escape, but it just grinds me deeper into your hole, pushing your boxers into your wetness. "Please, what? hmm? please rape my slutty hole? please punish me for being a bad boy? hmm, please, what?" i thrust my hips forward, soaking your boxers and sweats, a small wet patch forming above your hole in your sweats. "Please, dad, stop," you gasp and pant with me humping you, my oldest son. "Stop? stop what, teasing you and just put it in already?" i laugh at your pathetic attempts to free yourself, tugging your sweats down just enough to let your bush out. i dip my fingers into your boxers, circling your tdick while you writhe in pleasure and shame beneath me. "dad, dad, stop." Your voice betraying you coming out breathy and whiney. "Why should I stop? I need to show you that actions have consequences. " i shove 2 fingers deep into your aching hole with no warning, you moan loudly, your back arching off the bed. i pull your sweats the rest of the way off, laughing at how your legs are already shaking, how wet and tight you are, just for me. i pull my fingers from your hole, noting how slick and shiny they are. "open." i hold my fingers to your mouth, but you keep it firmly shut. "open" i say more firmly, slapping your exposed cunt with my other hand. you open my mouth to cry out, but I shove my fingers down your throat, forcing you to taste your own arousal. I line up my strap with your hole. "Ready?" I don't wait for an answer before burying myself inside you, watching you choke out sobs of pleasure "dad, please, it's too much, I can't, I can't take it, please dad, take it out." I pull out only shortly before thrusting the whole thing back inside you, fucking you slowly and deeply while my hand plays with your little tdick. I watch intently and you grip anything to make the burning pain in your cunt lessen. "dad please, please stop, I'm- I can't" I listen to your desperate pleas as you get closer, but I'm determined to make you cum on my cock, to go through with my punishment. "I can't, kiddo. you have to learn to behave, ok." I lean forward, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair as I rape you in my bed. I kiss away the tears that fall down your cheeks as I bring you closer and closer to orgasm until finally you break. back arching off the bed, clinging to me tightly as you clench around me, shaking and crying harder as I thrust into you harder. "There you go, there you go. let it out, boy." I slip my strap out of you, holding you close, rubbing your back. "I didn't want to do that, but naughty boys have to be punished, ok. you can't go around getting high, it's dangerous, someone might take advantage of you, ok." I press a soft kiss to your lips before carrying your shaking, crying self into your room, tucking you in, kissing you goodnight.

[explorerof-theunknown]

[please-let-me-be-horny]

Passionate, violent back shots, interrupted only when your "Meds" alarm goes off on your phone, like "Take it you fucking cun--oop, meds time, stay there, babe lemme get you some water."

[horrorknife]

babe, this wouldn't be the first time it will not be the last time there's no parasol that could shelter this weather

[candiid-caniine]

there is nothing quite like edging when you're stoned. even if you're just a little bit stoned, it's like the edge drags on and on and you're both numb and oversensitive at once, and let me tell you something. if you're stupid enough to ruin, be prepared for it to drive you to tears. holy shit, the frustration. weed makes you want decadence, excess, and a ruin is just...the opposite of that. ever ordered boneless wings high, then bone in wings showed up? it's like that, but burning through your body, which had been so prepared for a world rocking orgasm, but was so cruelly betrayed. there's nothing more devastating, nothing that makes you feel more pathetic, and at the same time makes you want to touch again, addicts you.

the worst part is, that experience latches onto my high. stoned me is a creature of habit. I like the same foods, the same strains, the same types of movies on TV...so now that I've given in once, I know weed is just gonna make me irreparably horny from here on out. only months, if I'm both lucky and self controlled and can keep from touching. but I'm neither of those things...

[professional-sinner]

I need yall tumblr doms to realise that ppl (especially women) with cnc and intox kinks that they don't necessarily want you to do that to them. A huge part of this kink is safety, knowing your partner knows your boundaries and won't actually harm you. Don't think that cnc kink = people enjoy actual assault

[cottonballpuppy]

i dont care who its from anymore, i wanna be eaten out so bad, ive heard so many people talk abt how frickin awesome it is, and i feel so left out, when will it be my turn to grip onto someones hair while they toy with me using their tongue dammit

[imadecoy666]

had anotherr ongoin post bout my updates but that was mkreso from last night so.. heres another ig lol

woke up kiiinda buzzed an then took a couple shots and drank twoo mini wine bottles both at around 13%... had to undo my belt for a bit cuz accdiently slept with it on an its not comfy when ur bellys all full of booze.. m feelin pretty tipsy rn..

[ashfault2nd]

No guys, we are NOT gonna talk about my unhealthy hyper fixation of Maxley.

[thedaythatwas]

one of my favorite post-canon komahina tropes has got to be uncannily observant komaeda. he knows which detergent scent hinata prefers to snag from future foundation's monthly supply drops. he knows that hinata prefers pens to pencils, and pens that click open to pens with caps that detach. he knows what time hinata tends to show up for meals, and how hinata takes his coffee (one sugar and a splash of low-fat milk. not black, but not too sweet, either).

(my drabble got out of hand, watch that happen below the cut lol.)

it's not that hinata himself isn't observant... well. alright. he isn't always observant. but he can lock in when he knows he needs to! he wouldn't have survived a killing game otherwise, and he's got some extra help now (when he decides to tap into it).

he just doesn't understand how komaeda keeps it up around the clock. he assumes it must be because his brain never really turns off. and, well. he's half right. komaeda has a hard time letting his guard down. actually, "hard" might win understatement of the century.

but it's more than that. of course, knowing the full truth would demand that hinata acknowledge the way komaeda's eyes trace his movements over breakfast, like he's mapping out a crime scene, or plotting the perfect kill. like hinata's some sort of prey. like he's special.

strip down hope's peak's dubiously ethical upgrades, and hinata's a reserve course student. he knows it. he knows that komaeda knows it, too. the attention he pays him doesn't add up, so he writes it off. he's imagining things.

so, when komaeda walks over to hinata's table to bring him coffee exactly how he likes it, it takes him off guard. he chalks it up to an exhaustingly keen eye, and maybe a bit of luck. komaeda's an anomaly, hinata has always known that. he rolls his eyes as the other slinks into the chair across from his own, props his elbows up on the table.

(he doesn't question why komaeda's bringing him coffee in the first place. komaeda knows better than anyone: hinata's whole "observant" thing... it comes and goes.)

[whump-queen]

Silver

tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet

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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.  

“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it. 

Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips. 

Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly. 

Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop. 

He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.

“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly. 

Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up. 

He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue. 

So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.

Water.

He needed water.

This was going to be a long night. 

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[puppygirlthing666]

being led down a hallway by two puppygirls with dazed eyes and vacant smiles. when you ask where they're taking you, they lock eyes with each other and start giggling.

"you're going to the brat room, silly!" the first smiles. "you were acting like a bad puppy so you're gonna learn how to be good!"

"don't be scared sweetie, it isn't a punishment," the second coos reassuringly. "we both had to go to the brat room when we were new too. i was sooooo scared but once i went inside it was... it was wonderful..." her half-lidded eyes sparkle with the memory.

their strange behaviour does nothing to alleviate your nerves. as you reach a door, the first puppy places both hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eye with a concerned pout.

"now don't you worry sweetheart, we're going to be right here when you're finished. we can't wait to see how much you like it, you're gonna have so much funnn~"

you open your mouth to tell her that there's absolutely no way in hell they're convincing you to walk through that door. before you can get a word out, the second escort opens her hand to reveal a small mound of pink powder, which she promptly blows directly into your face.

you reel back, more from surprise than anything else. the girls, descending once more into a fit of giggles, start to blur. their laughter seems to swirl around you, like you can reach out and touch it, like it's coming from inside your own head. before you can regain your balance, four paws have shoved you backwards through the door and slammed it shut.

unsteadily picking yourself up, dimly aware of how hard your ass just hit the ground, you take in the room. it's big. really big. it stretches off into the distance, fading into shadow. there's a strange mist hovering waist-deep across the entire space and dense enough to appear almost like solid marble.

trying the door is useless, it just rattles in the frame. those girls must have locked it from the other side so you'd have to stay in here with.... what, exactly? mist? some time alone to think about what you'd done? so far you weren't exactly blown away by their so-called brat room.

your head still swimming from that weird powder, you're not entirely sure how long you continue in this train of thought. it ends abruptly when you feel something moving across your back. you yelp, instinctively trying to pull away from whatever it is that's in here with you but find that you're completely immobilised from the waist down. you wave your hands into the mist to disperse it, revealing strange fleshy ropes wrapped tightly around your legs. as though from a great distance, panic begins to seep like smoke into your dulled mind.

straining to pull the ropes away, you notice what look like suction cups on the underside. your efforts are cut short by two more of the appendages shooting from the darkness and binding your wrists, and yet more slithering over your shoulders to wrap your torso. you feel your feet leave the ground as the shifting mass rapidly covers you from neck to toe.

their powerful movements and constrictions twist your clothes until they tear apart at the seams. the tentacles, now seemingly coming from every direction, pull your legs apart and begin probing your bare skin, prodding and teasing for an entry point. the sensation of a thick, warm, pulsing mass sliding into you is rapidly joined by another as your startled gasp is swiftly exploited and plugged. you hang high above the ground, fully ensnared and impossibly filled by a writhing, twisting presence.

through the haze, you notice a syrupy liquid dripping from the suction cups. the taste is familiar but it still takes a moment to place it - that powder from the hallway. this is different though, much stronger, soaking in through every pore, down your throat, inside you. it leaves a strange sensation wherever it touches, simultaneously numb and incredibly sensitive, stimulating and soothing. it seeps into your blood, turning your thoughts to the visceral thrill of being completely helpless against the tentacles as they begin to thrust. your last memory before time ceases to have meaning is of those two girls far below, wrapped in each other's arms as they're slowly lifted into the air to join you.

you and two other puppygirls lead a newcomer down your favourite hallway. she asks where exactly you're taking her. the three of you lock eyes and start to giggle.

🤯

[weedistfeedist]

Reblog if you're a slut for pizza

[free-use-autistic]

rly wanting someone willing to exploit the fact that i have a low tolerance for alcohol rn,,,,,,,

encouraging me to take more shots than i usually ever do by calling me increasingly degrading but loving names as i do, eventually sitting me on their lap to pour drinks down my throat once im too loopy to do it myself <33 if im lucky they may even let me sit on their cock while i still have enough brain cells to thank them for it!!

once im all giggly and the room is spinning, i wouldn't be able to stop them from absolutely destroying my helpless body even if i wanted to!!!! (which lets be honest, we all know i wouldn't :3)