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sigmahimejoshi · 3 months
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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!
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high-kite · 7 months
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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!!!!
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callme-a-good-girl · 5 months
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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
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xx-pretty-toy-xx · 9 months
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Wake me up just to tell me I should smoke and after I take a few hits tell me to take another
And another
And a n o t h e r
Until my mind is foggy and then start to rub me through my jeans as I start to become a dripping mess for you, tell me to take another hit and slip your hand into my jeans. Rubbing my T cock with your fingers as I become a moaning mess.
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sunnynwanda · 14 days
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Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!
If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised
Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D
Do Your Worst
Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD
Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.
They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it. 
Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.
Do your worst. 
Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.
But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.
All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips. 
"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?" 
Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.  
"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged. 
Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline. 
"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability. 
Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up. 
"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire. 
"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain. 
"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty." 
"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god. 
Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them? 
They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.
Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck. 
"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot. 
"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.
Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.
They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could. 
"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."
They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.
Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't. 
Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay. 
"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat. 
No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.
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princess-munchies · 20 days
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Someone needs to drug me and then start preaching me to me. Convince me you are my god. Make my reality nothing more than just you and getting stoned for you. Turn me into a cult of excess. Make me your stupid and loyal follower. Keep me stupid and high and believing in you~!
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candyheartedchy · 4 months
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Just a little snippet from my CoralBob wip fic because it’s cute and I wanted to share something from it so far.
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Sitting side by side, a little yellow sponge and purple sea monster were on their third bowl of triple goober berry sunrises. Their laughter filled the air as the bartender kept glancing over in dread while cleaning a glass.
"Okay, ready?"
"Ready."
Sticking out his tongue a bit, SpongeBob tired to balance a cherry upon his nose as Coraline did the same on her snout. This was quickly followed up by an angry shout of defeat by the sea monster as a cherry fell onto the floor.
"I guess I won." SpongeBob said.
"I bet you can't do it with a spoon."
Turning around smugly, the sponge smiled over with his spoon now balancing straight up on his nose.
"Amazing."
SpongeBob laughs.
Digging into their ice creams, the pair had soon found themselves becoming quiet.
"SpongeBob?"
Taking in a spoonful, the sponge turned, "Hm?"
"Do you think it’s safe to go behind our bosses backs?”
“Why not?”
“Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”
SpongeBob swallows before putting his spoon down, “Well, maybe a little… but what about you? Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”
“Yeah, but I can always find a new job… somewhere… You love your job though, and how much it means to you. I just worried this will all blow up in our faces.”
SpongeBob brows narrowed a little, “So, do you not want to hang out anymore or-"
“NO! I DO!” Coraline shouted before pulling back, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, “I just… I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”
“It’ll be fine, Coraline.” he smiled.
“I hope so.” she signs, “I already feel like I’m gonna mess this up.”
SpongeBob grew quiet, looking away with a troubled expression. The two didn't speak for a few seconds until the sponge finally did.
"Well," he paused, tapping his fingers along the table as he sat there, "They say sponges are great for cleaning up messes." SpongeBob smiled sheepishly over, causing Coraline to laugh softly at this.
"I do want to thank you though."
"For what?"
"For always being kind to me. Even through I’m a monster.”
"Are we speaking literally or figuratively?"
"Both?" Coraline sighs, running her fingers through her short hair, "I mean, I know I'm a monster. It's who I am. I just... don't want to be treated like one, you know?”
“Or like how everyone treats me like a kid…” SpongeBob breathed.
Coralline frowned, “How come you let people walk all over you all the time?"
“People don’t walk all over me?”
“SpongeBob, I literally saw Mr. Krabs use you as a ramp the other day.”
“The floorboards were broken.” SpongeBob stated before Coraline grabbed his shoulders.
“SpongeBob, please, I’m being serious… You need to stand up for yourself more.”
“I do stand up for myself.”
“But you always brush it off!” Coraline then glance away, shy now, “I hate seeing you treated like your dumb. Like sure you’re more…” she paused, “whimsical than others your age, but that’s your charm.”
“Charm?”
“Yeah.” Coraline then blushed, “It’s cute.”
SpongeBob pointed his spoon at the sea monster, "If you think flattery will help your chances at getting the secret formula from me, think again.“ he teased before Coraline started to panic.
“What? No! I’m not trying to get to formula-” she explained before feeling a soft hand rest on her’s.
“Coraline, I was joking.”
“Oh.”
“You worry too much.”
“Sorry.”
SpongeBob couldn’t help but stare at the sea monster, smitten as he watched her turn a deep shade of purple in her cheeks, making her more shy before catching himself.
“We better get going before it’s gets too late. Those patties aren’t gonna flip themselves tomorrow.” the sponge laughs awkwardly.
Watching him, Coraline soon followed after before noticing the sponge wobbling a bit before she rushed over to catch him from bumping into a chair.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, this always happens when I eat a few triple goober berry sunrises.” the sponge smiled up, drunk before placing an hand on the sea monster’s cheek, patting it, “It’s fine.”
Blushing from the touch, Coraline laughs lightly before tucking the sponge under her arm, heading out the door, “C’mon, let’s get you home.
The bartender watching the pair leave as he exhaled, wiping his brow.
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nyxiswrites1200 · 8 months
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𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 ♡ 𝘿𝙖𝙮 3 ♡ 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘
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Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Resident Evil: Vendetta
AO3 Link
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Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, Sexual Activities, Semi-Public sex, Light degrading, Pet names, Praise kink, Older man/younger woman, All characters are adults, Alcoholic drinks, Intoxicated, Situationship, Out of character
This one is diabolical, loves-
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Leon was your usual hookup. Anybody who saw the relationship between you two would define it as the 'what are we' situation. You both slept together, comforted one another, drank with each other, and overall were close but not labeled by anything. Maybe he was also a little older than you.
Tonight was no exception to that.
Leon was sitting at a hotel bar, drinking away as usual. His hand wrapped around a clear glass of whiskey.
You approach him, sliding your hand across his shoulder, and that catches his attention. "Mm.. hey pumpkin," he responded as you sat down next to him. "How's it going, Leon?" You ask, always genuinely interested.
"You know.. the same old" he responded, which was often his default response. "How many in are you?" You asked as your hand motioned to the glass he was drinking from. Leon shrugged in response and gave you a smirk "You know I don't count".
The night went on like usual. Drinks, laughing, Leon talking shit about his job, and you becoming a flirt.
You rub your hand up and down Leon's thigh as he talks. But it's easy to see the growing erection in his jeans. You purposely move your hand up a little higher, just grazing the side of his strained, and erect cock.
Leon was quite a few drinks in. You knew too well what that meant. He was more sensitive and rough.
"God sweetie..." he mumbled before he grabbed your waist, dragging you up from your seat. "Come on," he said in a raspy tone as he walked off to the bathroom with you in tow. You weren't about to complain, either.
Leon pushed the bathroom door open, the room luckily being empty.
He pushed you back up against the sink, kissing you hard. His hand gripped your chin, and you kissed back without complaint.
"So fucking needy..." he mumbled as he bent you over the sink. You looked up and met your reflection in the mirror as Leon pulled up your skirt. "Your panties are already wet, darling" he chuckled as his thumb brushed over your clit through the fabric, drawing a moan from you.
Leon pushed the useless fabric aside, unbuckling his belt. You felt a heat pool in your stomach at the excitement you felt.
In a quick motion, you feel Leon's tip on your entrance and then his cock fills you to the brim. A loud moan leaving your lips that you tried to cover at the last second.
"No no, you wanted this" he leaned over your back, his chest pressing into you as one of his hands wrap around your neck "You're gonna be loud and hope nobody walks in on me fucking this needy pussy" he smirks before he fucks into you.
You moan out shamelessly. Feeling every thrust, the way Leon slides in and out of your warm walls. His hand tightens around your neck, moans and grunts, leaving Leon's lips as well.
"Look at you.." he said softly, prompting you to look in the mirror. You meet your own gaze, your eyes hazed over in lust, half lidded, and Leon's hand tight around your neck. The sight makes you tighten around his cock.
Leon always knew how to drive you over the edge. His cock always hitting those sensitive spots that make you squirm.
"You like this? You're such a naughty girl..." he spoke softly into your ear. "You like taking my cock? You like when I bend you over and fill you up. You want this older man to breed this pretty pussy?" He smirked.
"Yes, yes-" you whine as you get closer to your end "Breed my pussy, Leon~"
"Mm, that's my good girl," he praised.
Leon thrusts into you, filling you up each time. You almost worry about the sink from the way you're gripping onto it. You moan loudly; the noises echoing off the walls of the room.
"Leon Leon- I'm gonna-" you stutter out before you jolt forward and cum on his cock. Leon lets out a whiny moan as you tighten around him. "S' good…good girl, tightening around m'cock," he says breathlessly. He fucks you through your orgasm until you feel his cock twitch.
He leans forward and buries his face in your neck as he fills you with his cum.
You both stay there for a moment, breathless. Leon then slowly pulls out, his cum trying to drip out of you.
"Oh, no," he says softly as he fingers his cum back into your cunt, making you whine. "Gotta keep you nice and full. Maybe I should plug you up one day?" He teased, and you blushed at the thought.
He pulls your panties back into place and fixes your skirt before kissing your cheek. "Come on, pumpkin. Let me take my pretty girl out to dinner." He said softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist again, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
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sigmahimejoshi · 1 month
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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
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high-kite · 7 months
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Sometimes I like to think about what I want and need. I need to be kept in a dream like state. I want to be kept so stupid and high that I am just helpless.
Time keeps passing without me knowing. I don’t know when to eat, when to sleep, when to get up, anything. I need to rely on someone else. I want to be someone’s stupid pet, constantly cared for.
Come on, I’ll do anything to stay fucked up~ Anything to be high~ Anything to be a good slut~ I need it~!
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callme-a-good-girl · 4 months
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oohh fuuuuck i made the mistake of snoking after drinking a while bottle of wine
my head is spinning so much snd my pussy is leaking
ph god i absolutely want someone to break jnto my apartment and raoe me like god damn
guess mt fingers will have to do
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xx-pretty-toy-xx · 8 months
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Just imagining we’re at a party or even home and my partner lights a joint or a bowl and hands it to me telling me to smoke. I do and hand it back and he continues to pass it to me eventually not even taking hits himself. I keep getting higher and my head gets hazy and fuzzy. He pulls me into his lap with my back facing his chest. He tells me to take another and when I do he shoves his hand into my boxers and plays with my T cock. Feeling the immediate connection I take a longer hit of the joint/bowl and hold it longer as he plays with me. Immediately sinking into hun as I let it out. I’m too high and my mind is too foggy to try and do anything to stop him from doing whatever he wants. He ends up trying my hands above my head and my legs to the bed with the silk wrapped around the feet of the bed. As he slowly claims me I moan more and more every minute. Growing increasingly louder and I try to hold back my moans, it just feels so good. I want his mmm to shove his cock into me and pin me there with him inside of me and me just a moaning wreck. I want to feel him inside of me and feel how big he is at my highest state. Waiting for him to pound into me.
Ugh imagining him putting my collar on me during this? Amazing
I’ll do anything to make my Daddy happy, even if if means being his fleshlight, I’ll be as dumb and needy as he wants, willing to give him all of me~
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blacksatinroses · 8 months
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just wanna be high and dizzy and get fucked :<
i just wanna feel all floaty as daddy rams his cock deep into my dripping cunnie
i'll whimper from how big he is and whine about how it hurts but he won't stop until i'm full of cum
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ssuicidesslut · 9 days
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wanna get high and rub tdicks with a cutie but I'm shy and terminally online :(
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i-love-you-very-much · 4 months
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okay so imagine you're a murder mystery. not "you're a character in a murder mystery," you ARE the murder mystery, and you're trying to solve yourself.
but there's a catch: the only clues you have are the entirety of fictional literature; every story that's ever been written, spoken, dreamed, all at your fingertips; all of these little lies are the only key to ascertaining the truth.
but there's another catch: the only way you're allowed to read this grand library of fiction is if you intoxicate yourself with whiskey. once you're drunk, you have full access to everything, but ONLY when you're drunk.
so you begin drinking, and once you're drunk, you begin reading. then it occurs to you that you can take notes; the notes are *technically* nonfiction because they're merely *about* the stories, not the stories themselves, so you can look at them later once you sober up, and you'll have a significantly condensed version of everything you've had to muddle through, but only the bits that your intoxicated brain thinks are relevant.
once you're sober again (and it's a long time before that happens), you look at the notes you took and try to pare it down as much as possible into something resembling comprehensibility. this is more difficult than you thought it would be.
and THAT'S how Ghost Quartet is structured.
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numberonewhimperingfan · 11 months
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im so funcijfng highj rn.. send assks so ican rub my stuipd cunt whiel imm so spaceyd
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