#tw intox kink

[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.

[miasmaghoul]

who flies 👀

DEW FLIES

This is a little miniseries I have planned where Dew is afraid of flying, so the others "help" him ease the anxiety. Three parts planned, summaries below the cut!

WARNINGS FOR QUINTOSIS, DUBCON AND MILD INTOX KINK

These are all trans Dew in my head.

1. Dewther quintosis

2. Swissraindrop dubcon/intox

3. Dew/Aeon mild dubcon and angst

Idk when I will get back to this. Probably next time I really need to make Dew feel Bad.

[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!

[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! ♡

[blushedfemmes]

what if…. forcebutch, but without the ties and suits and crisp buzzcuts. forcebutch because i want to take a perfectly nice girl and mold you into the slobby stoner housebutch of my dreams. i will encourage and, if necessary, force you to let go of the need to always be neat and pretty and presentable. stop shaving and wearing makeup, yes, but also stop caring so much about how you look. i want you to be comfortable. and it’s hot, i can’t help it. i’m weak for contrast. i love to walk into the apartment in my elegant femme office wear and find you messy-haired and unshowered and stoned out of your mind in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. (i’m also funding your weed habit, of course, and the sky’s the limit.)

i’ll dress you up for dates every once in a while, we both know you clean up nice. but being my kept butch means letting me keep you however i want, and i want you like this. i want you barefoot in boxers and an old t-shirt and letting me run the household. maybe i give you a few easy chores to complete. but if you forget or get too high there’ll be no punishment, i’m just going to find it endearing. and if i’m honest it’ll turn me on. because that will mean i was successful in uninstalling your anxiety, your perfectionism, and your transformation into a neet stoner dyke is complete. you’re just my adorable housebutch and i need nothing more from you than the pleasure and power of keeping you that way

[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!!!!

[transfagwhore]

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

[numberonewhimperingfan]

actually so fucking obsessed with the idea of getting really high/drunk and messy fucking. cum and sweat everywhere but i’m so horny i really couldn’t care less

[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

[your-drunken-angel]

I want someone to just ruin my life <3

Get me drunk, do it often. Make me an alcoholic and make me thrive off of it and depend on you for it. I want drunk to be my default state and I want to be a fucking mess, figuratively in how I am with my life, and also a mess like dirty and messy as I’m either too drunk to care, or too drunk to be careful not to get messy. Toy with me and mess with me but give me more alcohol to ruin myself with, then both laugh and care for me when I am ruined.

Or I guess that’s just a fantasy of mine idk.

[con-dientes]

Shared Smoke pt. 1

(TW: 1nc3st, b1g br0 x l1l s1s, 🍃 1nt0x)

I kinda rushed thru this so lemme clear some things up: I haven’t written since 8th grade on wattpad so pls dont kill me, thanks. Idk when I’ll be updating bc I have a really busy month 😭

I loved my brother. No matter how much of a jerk he was, I loved him, so when I caught him digging through my drawer for money, it didn’t bother me much.

“Hey, kiddo, I was just… uh, looking for you!” my older brother lies. I look at him, unimpressed.

“You were looking for me in my drawer?” I ask, glancing at my scattered panties. He freezes, realizing the mess he made. “I thought I saw a spider in here. Just making sure it was gone,” he stammers, but his twitchy movements give him away. I notice his withdrawals kicking in.

“Look, sis, I’m sorry. I really need some cash. Got any I can borrow?” His voice is strained, and I know he has no intention of paying it back. “I don’t have cash, bro,” I reply. “Gave it to the needy.”

He groans, rubbing his temples. “Come on, lil’ sis, not even a few bucks?” His desperation is hard to ignore. “I…” I hesitate, and he notices. He steps closer, his tone softening. “Please, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I need your help.”

“I… I don’t have money, but…” I struggle to meet his eyes. His eyes light up, sensing a chance. “But what, sis?”

“I have some weed…” I finally say. “Weed? Shit, that’s perfect,” he says, relief washing over him. “You’re a lifesaver.” His hand trembles as he reaches out. “Can I have some? Please? I promise I won’t smoke it here—I’ll go outside or something. You won’t even know.”

“Smoke it here… with me.” My brother’s eyes widen, surprise quickly turning into a grin. “Are you serious?” he asks. “Not that I’m complaining, but… what brought this on?” We’ve always kept our habits separate. But if I’m offering now, who is he to refuse?

“Got a lighter, or should I grab mine?”

"I've got my stuff." I reply, bending over to look under my bed. He watches as I bend over to look under the bed, his eyes unconsciously trailing over my form. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the promise of getting high rather than his sibling's body. "Nice," he says, his voice a bit hoarse. "So, uh, where do you wanna to do this? Your room or mine?" He glances around, half-expecting our parents to burst in. Running a hand through his hair, he grins. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d want to smoke with me, sis. I’m kinda impressed.”

“We can do it in my bed…” I pull out my stash. “I… kinda need this high, too.” My brother’s eyebrows shoot up. “On your bed? Alright, cool,” he says, trying to sound casual. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. “You need a high too, huh? What’s going on?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. “Everything okay?” Despite his own desperate need for a fix, he can't help but worry about his sibling. He leans forward, studying my face.

"Let's..." I bite my bottom lip, avoiding his question as I roll the joint. "...get high." I press the joint to his lips, and he looks surprised but takes it, inhaling deeply as I light it. Smoke fills the air, and he exhales, his body relaxing. "Fuck, that's good." He passes the joint back, a lazy smirk on his face. "Your turn," he says, his voice rough. "Didn't know you had it in you, sis."

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, big brother,” I reply, taking a hit. His eyebrows shoot up, surprise and intrigue flickering across his face. He takes another drag, holding the smoke before exhaling slowly. “Is that right?” he says, his voice low. “Sounds like there’s a whole side to you I’ve never seen.” He watches me through half-lidded eyes, the smoke curling around my face. There’s something different about tonight, something that's making his skin tingle in a way that has nothing to do with the weed. “So, what other secrets you been keeping from me?” he asks with a smirk. He leans back on his elbows, his body evident even through his clothes. "Cause I gotta say, I'm kinda digging this new side of you."

"Things you probably don't need to know." I reply softly, beginning to get high. I smile lazily, biting my bottom lip once more. "Fuck~ that feels good~"

My brother’s eyes soften as he watches me take a hit, my words and actions igniting something primal within him. The weed is starting to kick in, making everything feel hazy and intense. "Oh yeah?" he says, his voice low and gravelly. "Maybe I wanna know those things, baby sis. Maybe I wanna know everything about you." He leans in closer, the scent of smoke and something uniquely me filling his senses. His lip quirks into a smirk as he notices me biting my bottom lip. "Feels good, huh?"

The tension in his body is melting away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation. He can't help but notice how raw I look right now, all relaxed and flushed.

"You look fucking hot like this, you know that?" The words slip out before he can stop them, fueled by the weed and the strange, electric atmosphere between them.

I laugh softly, playfully pushing him. "Don't say shit you don't mean, man!" His eyes widen at my playful push, a grin spreading across his face. "Who says I don't mean it? You're fucking beautiful, sis."

"Promise you're not saying that just because I'm your little sister?" I ask, blowing smoke on his face. He inhales the smoke I blow into his face, feeling it tingle pleasantly in his lungs. He holds it for a moment, then exhales slowly.

The high is starting to really hit him now, making his thoughts hazy and disjointed.

"No, I'm not," he says, shaking his head vehemently. His hair falls messily over his face as he leans in closer. "I've never seen you as just my little sister..." I gasp softly, the weed making me feel like this wasn't a big deal. I look at him, unsure of how to react.

My brother’s heart races as I gasp softly, the weed making them both feel uninhibited and reckless. He can't believe he just confessed his true feelings like that, but the high has stripped away his usual caution. "What?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You never thought about it before? About us?"

"I... think we're both high." I reply. "Don't kill it, don't kill the vibe."

[sultrydxrling]

I wanna go to a monster frat party.

The dog boys are sitting in the livungroom and passing a bong around the circular couch.

A few werewolves are on the floor in between the other people's legs, leaning back against the cushions as they drank.

In the pool out back, there are a few reptiles having a blast, a Naga dragging herself around the shallow end with her other Naga friend. Their scales shone in the moonlight as they swam.

There's an alligator and a dragon in the deeper end of the pool, roughhousing beneath the water, and maybe a fish creature down in the deeper end, basking at the bottom against the cool tiles.

Stares would follow me, a small human boy just there with my adoptive Bear dad who just wanted me to socialize.

He waves to me as he disappears into a den with multiple other bears and lions and tigers, watching a game of some sort.

I walk in the area of the smoke circle and ask if I could join in, pulling out a small bag of weed I'd brought smiling.

One of the shaggier dog boys smiles and takes the baggie into his paw,carefully examining it.

"What is it? The strain."

"Indica."

"Alright, you're in. How much can we smoke?"

"Until i stop smoking," I smile at them and look for a seat to take, a werewolf that had made their way onto the couch scoots over for me.

"Come sit next to me, pretty boy."

I do, I take in all of their sizes, and the bowl gets packed and passed. After a couple of rounds and hits, more bowls were packed, and I could feel myself getting heavier and heavier, almost unable to get the words out.

"Can we.. i think I'm done.. i think.."

It's a little hard to breathe, and I find myself gently leaning on the bull on the other side of me, apologizing softly as I try to hold myself up.

"Hey, take it easy, sweetheart. You're all good." He smiled and kept me upright with one hand, smiling at me.

The dog boys handed me the rest of my wee, which I waved away.

"Go give it to- bear dad. go into the man cave and say- From (y/n) to bear dad..."

They laugh at me and wander off to find my dad, and the creatures around me move closer to me.

their hands and paws andered over my skin, some slipping beneath my clothes.

"You're so soft.."

"You're so tiny.."

"You like how I feel?"

The many voices murmur almost incomprehensibly as they squeeze and grope my thighs and chest.

They spend the rest of the night passing me around like a blunt, using and praising me. <3

[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?"

[callme-a-good-girl]

anyone wanna make me watch as they spike my drink, then hold a gun to my head and make me drink it while you tell me all the filthy things youre gonna do to my unconscious body

[war-forged-storms]

TW Consensual Somnophilia

The way that when it’s late and I’m high and sleepy I can just so easily accidentally fall asleep, and all I’m saying is if you’re fucking me and you see that I’m slowly slipping into that exhausted hazey slumber, you don’t necessarily have to stop or wake me up. You can keep fucking into me while playing with my cock until you get both of us off. Feel my hole flutter and my dick throb as you make me finish, and mumbled moans strung out through sleep. When we initiated this, I said I wanted to cum, I never said I needed to be awake for it.