#intox tw

[icouldbeyourashtray]

I just had my brain rearranged so that I have zero resistance to hypnotic patterns. My conscious mind drops away when I see spirals or pretty swinging lights. No resistance, no thoughts, just an empty, blank slate. Just so everyone knows !!

[dykepitts]

any noncon thoughts with santos ? 🤤

notes: noncon, intox

going out for drinks at the bar that trinity frequents. she's there alone tonight, just letting off some steam with a few rounds of karaoke. as she's getting off the stage and going for her drink, she overhears a conversation.

the sound of an angry male voice reaches her and her hackles go up. she spots you, clearly super drunk, trying to reject some dude who's standing way to close to you and talking way too loud to be a nice guy.

trinity is moving in an instant. she stomps over, and you suddenly feel an arm around your waist. you look through bleary eyes and see a pretty girl. oh! she must be here to save you.

she starts yelling at the guy, telling him that you're clearly not interested, and to avoid making any more of a scene, the guy grumbles and walks off.

"hey, you okay?" trinity asks, brows furrowed with concern. you nod, smiling a goofy smile at her because you're so wasted and she's sooooo pretty. you giggle and trinity chuckles. "yeah, you're probably not gonna remember any of this tomorrow, are you?"

and you don't really think anything of that comment, assuming she's talking about the shitty guy that she scared off.

ending up hanging out with her for a bit because she's being really nice to you and she's soooo funny and pretty <3 and she likes hearing your drunken giggles at all her really bad jokes.

you get up to go use the bathroom at some point, and trinity offers to come with you. "just wanna keep an eye on you, you're still pretty fucking hammered."

and you happily let her lead you to the little single stall bathroom. you're so out of it that you don't even question that trinity comes into the room with you. or that she's watching you very intently as you pee.

when you get up to wash your hands, you feel a warm body press against your back. you shudder, but trinity shushes you.

"it's okay, it's just me. god, you're so pretty like this..."

trinity's hands are all over you. she presses you against the counter. her soft lips kiss along your neck. teeth sink in. she's definitely left a bruise.

you don't know if you should fight it. it feels good. she feels good. but, it's wrong, isn't it? she's doing exactly what she saved you from...

but, as trinity's hand slips into your pants and you feel her fingers stroke through your wetness, any semblance of protest dies on your throat with a shuddered moan.

"you're lucky i'm the one who's doing this to you. that guy i yelled at would've just used this little fuckhole for his own pleasure. but me? i'm making you feel good, babygirl. you should thank me, yknow. for saving you."

"th-thank you.."

"good girl."

[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.

[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

[cenotaphghuleh]

Mary Goore x gnreader

CW for piss and intox

MDNI!

(This is also the first time I've written for MG, so please be kind 🤭 yes, that mixed with piss... I enjoy making myself suffer, okay? 😅)

Something something, a very long-suffering but pining reader helping an extremely drunk Mary piss after a show or night out.

Standing behind him and pressing your hand gently against the bulge of his bladder, cooing softly as whimpers pour from once-cocky lips. Watching as slim thighs press together desperately, a last ditch attempt to relieve the aching pressure.

Hearing his breath catch on a whine of your name as you extricate him from his painted-on jeans, aiming him at the toilet bowl. They've gone quiet, but you can feel the tension radiating off them, limbs quivering with the effort of holding it in.

You laugh mockingly as your hand wraps around his cock, your lips moving to murmur in a now scarlet ear.

'You can't possibly be shy now, I thought you really needed to go? What's the matter, Mare?'

He can't bring himself to admit that the sensation of your hand on him is almost too much for him to bear. But finally, finally they let go, unable to stop themselves groaning long and loud in relief.

Too focused on the sensation of release to notice the gentle squeezes of your hand around them. You praise them softly as they go, enjoying the powerful hiss of their stream, how their head falls back to rest on your shoulder, whimpering their gratitude to the ceiling. Only once their flow is reduced to a slow trickle, do you go to move away.

But his hand stops you, as you realise his cock is now filling out in your hand. Wrapping long fingers gently over yours, he starts jerking himself off languidly, guiding your hand.

'M'gonna pay y'back properly, sötnos, promise,' he slurs softly, his words melting together, 'y'feel so f'king good...'

Despite his drunkenness, he's rock hard, slick and pulsing in your hands. Tangles of pleas and curses mix with your name as they fall from lipstick-smudged lips. Daringly, you press your body hard against his back, your free hand looping over a slim hip.

Your lips rest against the side of his neck, as you dare to press a gentle bite into the sweat-slick skin of his jugular. This becomes his undoing as he swears loudly; coming so hard, he loses his balance.

He crumples, his hand barely catching the wall in time as you work him through a whole different type of release. Moans and curses melt into soft whimpers of overstimulation as you feel his length soften in your hand.

You allow yourself a moment to enjoy the weight of him wrapped lightly in your fist, his pulse fluttering wildly under your fingertips. Dropping a soft kiss over the sting of your bite, you move away to clean up, leaving him to do the same.

Laughing giddily to himself, he shakes his head, mumbling something in a tangle of Swedish and English as he straightens and turns to face you. The atmosphere between you feels heavier with something more, unspoken sentiments to be left until clearer heads prevail.

Or, well, their version of a clearer head, anyway.

'Fuckin' shit, baby,' he huffs breathlessly, jewel-bright emerald eyes looking at you as if it were the first time, 'the fuck have you been all my life?'

Dividers by @/droideplaine!

[transpecter]

imagining sitting outside in the porchlight on a warm summer night. I've got a joint between my lips, already stoned but still smoking. my pants have been pulled around my ankles and there's a pretty thing lapping dutifully at my tdick. I inhale deeply on the joint, drawing dizzying smoke up to wrap cozily around my brain. My cock twitches as I pull the boy up to kiss him, pressing my tongue against his and shotgunning the smoke into his mouth.

I pull away quickly, leaving him looking glassy-eyed and fucked out. I push him back down onto his knees before he can exhale, and he has to blow smoke on my cock as I start to fuck his warm mouth. We keep going until I'm too high and horny to hold back anymore and I cum down his throat with a moan.

[rainydrops]

mmm. need my brain washed T_T ...

[holyfreaks]

WINCEST INTOX DUBCON 🤤