#intoxicated tw

[fraternum-momentum]

based on @peachykindaok 's post that you can find here !

[suicideassistance]

Darling, There is no "stopping."

You left your house wearing a skirt and no panties. I found you walking alone in the woods. Leaving a scent trail with your soaked thighs, you call any predator to take you like an animal in heat. Now you want to cry out for rescue. No, baby.

You're going to take every inch of me like a good rape toy. And if you deliver what you display, I may spare your pathetic life.

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON talking about you to his buddies. neck deep in alcohol, slurred speech, claiming, “she’s a bombshell, guys, seriously.” while his hands form your figure in air like clay, giving his piece of shit friends a clear picture of an hourglass body. their cheers and obvious interest only riles him up, talking big with growing enthusiasm, “and i hit that shit every night, man!” rewarded with pats on the back and congratulatory daps. it’s the kind of locker-room-talk that only gets worse. shots keep getting poured, depraved guys with girlfriends who won’t put out gather around rafe fiending for dirty details: do you squirt; do you let him sleep around; is butt stuff on the table? anything they can think up, they’re hounding the prince of kildare for. and rafe, eager for a chance to prove himself, leaves nothing to the imagination.

[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.”

[sugusatodyke]

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!

[puppyboyslutz]

im so fucking horny i need someone to bully me for how easy i am when im high ;c

[sharkgirldick]

Informing someone that I get really rough in bed when I'm high and they immediately offer me an edible and then start bending over in front of me a lot. Which could mean nothing.

[agoraphobicwhore]

"I'll kiss your scars" PLEASE why stop there, bite them, trace them, cum on them, make more of them

I don't have them on my chest and inner thighs for nothing!

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse beamed at the praise. It didn't show very often, but he was a sucker for things like that. Especially now, in this inebriated state where there was basically no filter, Toulouse was giddy to be told he was doing a good job.

Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation, Toulouse instead opted to stay nearby but give her space, and fiddle with the rings on his hands. Even when drunk, his adhd was still very rampant -possibly more so- and needed to be entertained. Luckily, the phone call was brief enough that he did not have to stay idle for too long. When Rachel looked over and smiled at him, he immediately returned it, feeling his heartbeat race slightly.

God, he was so in love with this woman... He even whispered it to her when she was finishing the phone call, overexaggerating the way his lips moved around the words so that it would be easier to lipread. However, in actuality it made it more difficult, considering he was drunk. "Oh, that's great," Toulouse sighed in relief. "He wasn't mad, right?" Reaching for her hands, Toulouse pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms around her lovingly. "Hopefully he'll be here soon."

Rachel tried very hard not to laugh at Toulouse's reassurance. Obviously Toulouse wasn't in love with dad! "Mmhm. Platonically, yep," she snorted, waiting while her dad's phone rung. "You are doing a very good job, I promise," she assured, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek right as her dad answered with a gruff 'Rachel!'

"Hi Dad! Toulouse says hi!" was her greeting. Perhaps would have been better said later, as the grumble from dad, muffled by his moustache on the receiver, only hinted at concern and a need to know why she was calling. "No hurry or anything, but could you maybe, possibly pick me and Toulouse up soon? Pretty please? And I know it's kind of not on the route back or anything but we were wondering if you could drop us at Toulouse's mom's house?"

She waited, flashing Toulouse a hopeful smile. There were a few nods, and uh-huhs here and there. "I can explain more in the car, there are a lot of people here," she said and that seemed to be the thing that did it.

"He's on his way!"

[artdcnaldson]

hurm patrick getting you high asf so he can pound ur pussy to no resistance?? just a wet warm hole that kisses his neck sloppy and paws at his shoulders

hi... <3 this made me so dizzy i'm obsessed. i let it cook a little i hope you forgive me <3

TW FOR NONCON/DUBCON VIA INTOX if this is a topic that will trigger you or is not to your liking, please don't read this <3 much love

Really, you should've stopped. You should've known that it was getting to be too much, but Patrick kept putting the joint back between your lips and encouraging you to take nice, big hits. His eyes boring into yours as he grins and rubs your back and grins.

"That's a good girl," he nearly coos. His voice is dripping with condescension that flies right over your pretty head as he takes the joint back. You don't even notice that he's not taking any hits from the joint, he just distracts you with soft little touches and mindless chatter before he's placing it between your glossy lips again.

It isn't long before your head feels a little fuzzy, when his hand on your thigh makes you just want to nuzzle up and curl against him like a cat. You sigh softly as he pets your face, thumb grazing over your cheek.

He clicks his tongue to get your attention and you peer up at him with heavy eyes, smiling sweet and docile up at him. When he runs his thumb along your bottom lip and tugs it down with no resistance, he knows he has you where he wants you.

The moment his thumb presses against your tongue, your soft, pretty lips seal around it. He lets you suckle and drool around it as he wriggles his hand down your jeans and into your panties. You're already nice and wet for him, he figures you probably have been since the moment you stepped into his dorm room and gave that sweet little smile as you toed off your shoes.

"That's it," he murmurs, mouthing at your jaw as his rough fingers rub at your clit, making you gasp and moan around his thumb. Each noise pulled from your mouth, each lazy blink and slow grind of your pussy against his fingers, is like the sweetest honey. Every thought in that pretty little head of yours unspooled and replaced with cotton candy. Sweet and ephemeral.

It's a relief, seeing you like this— when he's laying you down on your back and sliding your pants and panties off and you're just blinking lazily up at him. Cunt slick and hot, clenching around nothing when he strips you of your top and plays with your nipples.

You whine and mewl, squirming with desperate need that you're too mindless to beg for. But he can see it in your eyes, he can see it dripping from your needy little hole. Want. Need. Desire.

You're so pliant, so open. Your walls just barely fluttering and squeezing around his cock as he sinks into your warm, wet cunt. You moan softly and loop your arms around his neck— they feel too heavy for you to do much more than that.

Sweet little gasps and moans escape your lips as you mouth at his jaw and ear with sloppy kisses, and if he feels you getting a little too fuzzy, a little too limp, he just has drill into your cunt a little harder to bring you back to where he wants you.

You're so good for him like this— soaking wet and so sweet. From the looks of it, he'd guess you were in heaven. He thrusts a little harder and a whimper of a gasp punches out of your lips, again and again and again. Pretty, mewling cries, mumbled hot against his throat.

If he was nicer he'd make you cum, but you're not exactly in a position to hold him to it. You whine softly when he pulls out, and he almost feels bad as he looks down at you— bleary eyed and desperate. When he notches his cock at your lips, you almost look a little confused, but you open your mouth and let him in— until you're suckling on his tip and laving over him with your tongue.

"There we go," he murmurs, his fingers fisted in your hair as he sinks in a little deeper. "Just needed something else in your mouth, didn't you? Keep going, honey... that's it. Use that hot little tongue."

He comes with a groan, pumping his load into your mouth and over your lips. Pretty little angel lips glazed in his cum. When you lick it off, he rewards you with another hit. It's the least he can do.

[sillyfakeboy]

on the topic of being high and fantasies-

i desperately need someone to gaslight me into getting absolutely high out of my mind, to the point where I can't move or think

convince me that im not that high, that someone whos high wouldn't be able to hold the vape, right? so i must need to take more hits

"You took 3 hits? Such a good girl! But if you can still count, you must not be high! So I think you should take a few more, okay?"

[illmasc]

want to be held down and forcefed pills that make me calm and limp and incredibly horny so all i can do is nonverbally beg the person who did this to me to help take care of my needy cunt

[plushefemme]

naive dispo customer x secret feeder budtender perhaps?? someone pretty new to smoking weed comes in, asking for recommendations. clueless and cute. a perfect victim. cue hot, charming budtender selling them the most couch-locking, munchies-inducing strains, not being completely honest about the effects. customer comes back the next week and laughingly confesses to how much they ate when they were high, unaware of how this is affecting the budtender. gripping the counter, swallowing the saliva pooling in their mouth. customer asks for something a little bit less on the munchies side. budtender nods, smiles, and recommends the opposite. another week goes by. customer comes back and sheepishly divulges that they ate even more. maybe it’s just the way weed affects them. they’re blushing. there’s a glimpse of budding softness, round puffy upper belly, bulging around the waistband of their sweatpants.

the budtender knows this is wrong. they shouldn’t be furiously jerking off in their car on their lunch break thinking about a stranger like this. but if this one didn’t like overeating, why would they keep coming back? why would they insist on waiting to be helped by their favorite employee? why would they become a regular, returning week after week, their trim little athleisure wardrobe rapidly replaced by hoodies and sweatpants, still unable to hide the new roundness around their cheeks and chin? and pretty soon they stop trying to hide it. they start coming in high, holding an enormous fast food soda, unsuccessfully trying to swallow burps behind their hand. eyes half-lidded, forking over cash for whatever the budtender hands them, belly hanging out from under their shirt. their gait has changed. they’re all giggly and slow.

then one day the budtender is smoking outside on their break when the customer walks up. budtender stops them, invites them to come sit in their car and “chat.” which of course means feeding them edibles in between joints until the customer is moaning, mindless, and the budtender can enjoy the fruits of their labor

[sugusatodyke]

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

[pretty-little-glitches]

siiighs

I really need to force a fakeboy to take vodka shots until shes so drunk she cant fight back. Then I can cut her binder open, grab her tits and fuck her back to being a girl. If you cant fight back then you cant stop me from knocking you up.