#intoxicated tw

[christinaxwagner]

all-nighter diner w/ @rory-keaton

Christina sits across from Rory, looking down at the menu. Girls night. It will be fun, she said to herself as she got dressed and decided to head out after dropping off Colton for his annual guy's night with X but the second she sat down in front of the bar and the drinks started... It was all she could do was keep the guilt at buy by pouring one shot after another down the hatch.

Now, she's sitting across from the brunette, staring at the menu and wishing she would have said no to the last tequila shot. "I don't even know how to read," she mutters, raising her eyes up towards her. "Do you remember anything that would soak up the alcohol in my stomach right now?" She tries not to laugh, pressing her lips together as she drops her gaze back down to the words, narrowing her gaze in hopes to put them into focus.

[hemipenal-system]

dryad sex expectation: mmm plantgirl pussy. she comes honey

reality: tied up in vines with a flower wrapped tight over your face so you can't stop inhaling her pollen that makes you all lightheaded and tingly as she caresses your body with more vines and murmurs in your ear how much she wants to decompose you for the nutrients. also she sucks you off

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

Aku sat in the closed corner of her bed surrounded by pillows and stared down at her feet. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she said not a single word, just gazed down as she played the conversation in her head over and over and over again.

She had been standing with her coworkers as everyone got ready to leave for the day, and they were making plans to go out, enjoy a nice dinner together. She said nothing, used to being left out of things like this and preferring it that way most of the time. But today someone came to her and actually touched her arm, and when she turned she was face to face with one of the few people that gave her the time of day. Someone Aku might even call a friend.

"Do you want to come?" She asked, and Aku's eyes lowered away from her face. "I know you usually don't, but I think you should try something new today."

Aku worried about it, but she nodded anyway, and agreed, returning her gaze and smiling, being polite and socially acceptable. And she went with the group to the restaurant. There was a lot of drinking, and the group became loud fairly quickly, and Aku found herself shivering just a bit at the impact of each noise. It hurt, made her nails hurt, and she was feeling uncomfortable. And then a heavy arm fell over her shoulders, making her flinch.

"You know what your problem is?" Her friend said, a little too loudly. "You're too stuck up! No one wants to talk to you because you act like a serial killer or something! Why are you so antisocial? Your parents didn't love you or something?"

Aku shook her head, uncomfortable with the conversation but trying to be polite anyway, "It's not that, I just... I don't like being a burden on people."

The friend scoffed, "Are you kidding me? You're already a burden. Do you know how hard I have to work to heal my reputation? People hear I talk to you and they hate me! Look around, Akuchii! No one even wants to look at you! Ugly face, no status, no money. I'm doing you a favor! If you can't even be friendly you're basically useless!"

She didn't want to think that the words hurt. She felt like she knew that already. But having them reaffirmed in real time was a little different than wondering in the back of your mind if it were true or not.

"Don't cry!" Her friend barked, and she noticed for the first time how wet her eyes were. "God, I hate it when you cry."

"I- I'm sorry, please excuse me," Aku stood and began walking out and almost ran right into one of her coworkers, who steadied himself by grabbing her shoulders.

"Whooooa there," he drawled, grinning down at her. "Where are you going? We're not going home yet."

She shook her head, "I-I'm... I have to go ho--"

"Hey hey hey hey. Hey. Hey, look. You got something? See? You've got something right there..."

He pointed down her shirt, but when she followed the line of his gesture he flicked his finger up and popped the end of her nose. It was harder than she ever would have expected something like that, and it hurt. And in the same moment, the whole group burst out laughing around her, along with the exclamations of several of her coworkers.

"I can't believe that actually worked!"

"What, are you guys middle schoolers?"

"Did you see her face!? Hahaha!"

There was also the echoing of someone admonishing them for making too much noise, but the tears were spilling over then and Aku rushed around her coworker to all but run out of the building. She went straight home, and dove into her bed immediately, hiding as far in the corner as she could to get away from what had just happened.

But she was the problem, and she couldn't escape that. Her anger and frustration at herself built up, and after a while she had begun slapping herself hard in the face and head, reddening her cheeks and giving herself a headache. She knew she would regret that later, when her headaches were so bad she couldn't sleep and it sat as a steady reminder of how stupid she'd been, but she knew she deserved it. For being defective, for being unable to communicate with others properly. For not being the thing everyone needed her to be.

To be a burden on anyone she tried to be close to.

She pulled her covers over her head and closed her eyes, huddled into the tight corner of her bed like her whole house was dangerous. She just wished... She didn't even exist...

[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.

[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!

[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 31ST — CREEP!KÖNIG. Halloween parties are only fun when everyone's drunk and tipsy, too inebriated to think clearly. Nobody bats an eye when König stumbles into a frat party wearing a mask, dragging an intoxicated woman off alongside him. (NON-CON)

Note: Happy Halloween! 🎃🦇

Photo credits xbruised_peachx on X/🐦

TW/CW: RAPE/INTOXICATION. MDNI 18+

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 31)

Halloween is the one night a year you get to wear practically nothing, get ridiculously drunk, and get away with it. You know you'll find yourself hanging over the edge of a bucket, spewing your guts out in the middle of the night, full of nausea from drinking too much.

However, things are slightly more sinister and taboo for König, who takes advantage of this day in the most wicked way you could think of. This is the one night a year he can wear a mask without question, hiding his identity from those around him. The only night that you don't suspect a real monster to be lingering around. And König has his perverted, predatory gaze on you. A thirty-something year old man stumbling into a frat party, his eyes preying on an inebriated slut wearing nothing but a pair of animal years and a tiny, skimpy skirt, doing nothing to spare you some dignity.

No one would bat an eye at two dressed up strangers pulling each other into the bathroom, practically tugging at each other's clothes in front of everyone. And you're too tipsy to fight back or think clearly, not defending yourself as his calloused hands spread your thighs apart before you can even fully open your eyes again, the smell of booze pungent in the air and burning your nostrils. Disgust overwhelms you, but his reassuring voice is almost claiming, sickeningly sweet as your body reacts to his wet tongue against your hole, your gut feeling warning you to protect yourself before he overpowers you. The door is locked shut, and your back is pressed against the bathroom wall before you're forced over a counter, your vision blurring with your tears and unconsciousness.

“Verdammt, du weißt, was du tust. Du trägst so einen kleinen Rock. Du hast darum gebeten.” A gravelly voice announces from behind you with each sloppy thrust, spoken through gritted teeth and behind a deep and hoarse grumble. You don't see his face, concealed by a dark veil, with two holes for his eyes. You weep through the agony of the stretch, your eyes barely making out the crimson coating your bare skin, dripping from you like a leaking faucet. Your eyes quickly form tears, becoming bleary, your once perfect Halloween makeup now ruined and smudged, the colour of your lipstick staining the girth of his cock.

You're awoken several times, different positions, different horrifying acts being inflicted onto you. He holds a sharpened knife to your nape, whether it's a prop for his costume or not, you're not sure, but you're not willing to test him. You lay there, gagging at his actions and the deep thrusts meeting your rear, the prickliness of his pubes scratching your thighs and the agonising, concerning stretch that feels disgustingly unfamiliar. Your pussy sobs around him; drooling, leaking. Your head throbs, and your throat aches and burns, his seed spurted deep within you earning him a mortified cry.

Oh, you'll regret wearing such a skimpy outfit, won't you? Especially when you're hunched over, panting and coughing up last night's drinks, your entire body aching and his greedy touch staining your skin.

[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! ♡

[puppyboyslutz]

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

[blushedfemmes]

wanna get a butch drunk and then sit them down in the bathroom and do my skincare routine on them while wearing skimpy lil pajamas, see how long it takes before their hands are sliding up my thighs and underneath my shorts. wanna get a butch drunk and do simple care tasks that they’re still capable of doing, but it’s more fun if i insist they’re too drunk, and forcing them to rely on me will make them feel drunker. shit like brushing their teeth for them, helping them change. want them to be staring at me with stupid adoring eyes and a grin plastered to their face. wanna get a butch drunk and take care of them for nefarious and dubious reasons such as making them feel loved and safe even in their most clumsy, dumb, horny state

[hemipenal-system]

going too deep into the woods and getting all bound up in some cute dryad's vines with your legs spread and mouth open, flowers locked over your holes and spraying pollen into you that makes you feel all fuzzy

[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

[konigsblog]

HC that kidnapper!Konig loves to spike your food with aphrodisiacs so his twisted mind can delulu himself into thinking that you love and desire him as much as he desires you 💦❤️

TW: INTOXICATION, NON-CON/DUB-CON. MDNI 18+

Kidnapper-König has to reassure himself that what he's doing isn't as sick and twisted as people claim it is. He can't live with the guilt, shame, and horror that comes with his immorality and sickening actions, how overly controlling and possessive he is. The guilt weighs heavily on his shoulders, churning his stomach at the thought of the repercussions. He wants you to adore him, to convince himself that you're head over heels with him — obsessed with him just like he is with you. Dote on him, little mouse. Please.

He'll lace your food with aphrodisiacs so that you'll cling to him, plead with him to relieve that worsening pain between your thighs. If you're desperately crawling after him, desperate to mate with the sicko, then you love him! He can't live with the thought that you don't love him. He's determined for you to initiate, for you to crave him.

You'll barely remember what happened the next day, only the growing and intensifying ache between your legs will leave you pondering on what König had done to your intoxicated, numb body the night before.

[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!!!!

[cute-sucker]

MORE NEEDY RAFE! PLEASE I BEG OF U 🫣🫣🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹

please tell me why this man would be imaging your kids before he even met your parents. see now, rafe cameron was needy on two different levels. first, emotionally. he can't even believe he has you, and doesn't want you to leave him. second, he's going to keep you at all costs, making sure he keeps you close.

though it's gotten better now. now that he has his business, and no ward beating down on him. now, he seems like a new man. one that's open to loving you with all he's got. but that doesn't mean he isn't needy...

it's so hardcore that rafe's got some trust fund already open for you and the kids. he's the type of guy who wants you to validate him, someone who tightens the lids on things so that you go to get help from him.

he's the type to who manspreads with the hope you'll sit right in his lap. while it may sound strange, rafe follows you carefully, his hand on your waist as he makes sure you're fine. anyone say anything against you, he's there for you.

but sometimes things get bad, sometimes memories drown him out.

sometimes he remembers sarah, wheezie, and his family before things turn to shit...and all of a sudden..and all of a sudden he's stumbling into your arms.. his eyes are red, and full of pain. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, but theres something lurking behind his expression that tells you everything not okay.

"i fucked up, didn't i? fucked up like i always have. like dad always said i would. FUCK!"

that's all he says, radiating with anger. but then you cower, scared. scared of this part of him. then he looks at you again, all small and meek. things are getting bad again, you can tell. then all of a sudden he's sobbing. it's quiet sobbing, something that breaks your heart—muffled loud gasps. those are cries of someone who tries to keep quiet, someone who can't keep it inside himself anymore.

it's a night like that, where you have to hold him closely. his adams apple bobbing as you softly whisper validation into his ear. rafe is softer in your arms, malleable and almost drowsy. he's mumbling things, but you can't keep up.

"never shoulda touched her...never shoulda,"

"you're going to be fine, rafe. you're going to be fine." you'd murmur, softly rubbing circles into his back. he nods, a movement so subtle, that you almost miss it. then he's out.

xoxo: previous inspired post

[transfagwhore]

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