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Taking you into the woods and drowning you in the creek and then using my dick and fingers to help you puke and cough up all of the water you just took in

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i like centaurs a lot cause you can have the allure of horsecock with all the intentionality of someone who thinks (knows) that humans are only good for use as fleshlights. like this big mean powerful creature is going to kidnap and rape me on purpose because he wants to put a dozen foals into me, and not because of some biological prerogative. no no, the centaur wants to ruin some stupid pathetic human 'cause he knows humans are made to be broken in on his flare and he loves how humans cry when he shoves three solid feet of cock into their guts or down their throats. especially when they're pushing out the third or fourth or tenth round of foals. he's lost count by now.

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its turns out suicide by deer rape is the only way to get into heaven. yeah :/ yeah you have to go out into the forest naked right now. no there's not enough time to say goodbye to your friends 🙄🙄 you gotta go out there and get die impaled on animal dick now or you'll go to hell forever !! this is the only way !!!

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making my sub take hit after hit and cooing over them pretending to be concerned when they're starting to disconnect from reality. telling them i'll get them a snack and something to drink to help them calm down down, only to hand them a plate of edibles and a glass of something spiked

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look, everyone knows it's not rape if we're both drunk, so just have another glass with me, and when I undo your pants just shut the fuck up and let it happen, yeah?

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Sleep tight. It’s that wet dream again, the one that hits you like a freight train when the sleeping pills dissolve under your tongue. Plop, plop, plop they fizz out, bitter and chalky, and you’re already sinking into the mattress, limbs heavy, head buzzing. The bottle warned you about those side effects, but the fine print never mentioned this…

That hazy line where reality frays and the dream stitches itself together. The feeling of his hands on you. Your half conscious brain sloshing like a spilled drink, trying to piece it together. Wait, am I awake? Is this happening? His fingers are hooking into your waistband, tugging your shorts down with that impatient pull he’s got down to an art. The air’s cool against your thighs, but his palms are hot, rough, spreading your legs like he’s cracking a book open to his favorite page.

“Fuck, you’re so out of it,” he mutters, voice gravelly, but you’re too dazed to answer. You catch the glint of his teeth in the dark, a smirk you’d slap off him if your arms weren’t lead pipes pinned to the sheets. He knows the pills knock you into this twilight zone, knows you’re a ragdoll for him to play with, and he loves it.

He’s not gentle tonight. No warm up, no teasing, he shoves into you with a grunt, and the stretch burns sharp and sudden, jolting you out of the fog for half a second. Your eyes flutter open, catching a blurry snapshot of him. He’s shirtless, sweat beading on his chest, hair sticking to his forehead like he’s been at this for hours. Maybe he has. Time’s a soup in this dream, all thick and runny, and you can’t tell if he’s been fucking you for minutes or days. Your cunt clenches around him, wet and sloppy, and he laughs. It’s a dark, jagged sound that makes your toes curl.

“Still with me, huh?” he says, thrusting harder, the bed creaking like it’s about to snap. You try to mumble something — yes, no, fuck you —but it comes out as a groan, your tongue too thick in your mouth. He leans down, close enough to smell his breath, a faint hint of whisky, “You’re so fucking wet. Your body’s begging for it.”

The pills keep you tethered, but you still feel it all, the drag of him inside you, the way your thighs quake, the sticky heat pooling under your ass. But not enough to fight back. Or maybe you don’t want to. Maybe that’s the dirty little secret here, you like being his toy when the lights go out and the world turns syrupy. Your fingers twitch, clawing weakly at the sheets, and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other slides down, thumb finding your clit. It feels more like a collision than a caress.

Your head lolls to the side, vision swimming. There’s a mirror across the room, and you catch a glimpse of yourself: legs splayed, hair a mess, his shadow rocking into you like some feral thing. The scene sends a spike of heat straight through you, sharp enough to make you gasp. He notices, of course he does, and his thumb presses harder, relentless, until you’re bucking against him, a broken little sound spilling out of your throat.

“Thought so,” he growls, hips snapping faster now, chasing his own edge. You’re just along for the ride, body jolting with every thrust, mind a kaleidoscope of static and sparks. The room smells like sex and sweat, and it’s all too much, too good, too wrong. You’re splintering apart, orgasm creeping up like a thief, stealing the last shred of coherence you’ve got left. When it hits, it’s not fireworks or poetry, it’s a gut punch, raw and messy, leaving you trembling under him as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

He finishes with a long moan, cumming inside you, hot and sticky, and you’re too far gone to care. He collapses next to you, one hand still draped across your stomach like he’s claiming you even now. The dream starts to unravel then, edges blurring, but you feel him kiss your temple, soft, almost tender, a fucked up contrast to the rest of it. “Sleep tight,” he whispers, and you’re out before you can decide if you hate him or love him for it.

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Take me out to a party with your friends. Pour my drinks extra strong. Laugh when I can’t keep up and tell me I need to drink more. Pour shots down my throat. Make me drink until I’m dizzy and can’t think straight. Tease me as I stumble and stutter. Watch my eyes glaze over. Say you’ll take care of me as you wink at your friends and pull me into a bedroom. Push me onto the bed and use me for your pleasure. Take advantage of my drunken state as you fuck me like a slut. Cum in me. Ruin me. And when I finally think it’s over, call your friends in and let them fuck me again and again. For I am nothing but a drunk cumdump.

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Putting a bottle of tequila down her throat till she passes out so I can rape her on our perfect little first date

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Push the tip of your dick into my ass even though I told you I didn't want it. Tell me that its okay and just to relax you weren't actually going to fuck me you just wanted to test something. Holding me in place so I can't pull away, shushing me and telling me I'm fine and I don't need to be so dramatic, that you can feel my body wants this even if I'm telling you to stop. Slowly pushing deeper in, saying things like "see your ass wouldn't take me this deep if you didn't want it stupid slut." Once you're all the way in giving me praise saying you knew I could do it, before pulling back and fucking my ass hard

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Since my brains an endless well of intox scenarios heres one more.

Intox vacation in a log cabin in the mountains. Away from stress, social expectations etc.

Staying wasted for 2 or 3 days. Starting to drink before the sun comes up, your partner and you in the bathroom, starting off after brushing your teeth, chugging your first drink before your shower and a second drink after, your partner going on a small walk with you already tipsy, enjoying nature and drinking a couple beers before breakfast. Mimosas or margaritas with breakfast or maybe just spiked tea or coffee. Whatever is more your speed. Starting to hiccup and slur heavily by the time your pancakes are finished.

Stumbling to the living room and turning on a movie, taking out a bottle of your prefered heavy liqour and playing a movie drinking game (take a sip everytime x character does y, you know the ones) passing out on the couch in your partners arms from getting too wasted.

Waking up and realizing its time to get started on what could be late lunch or early dinner. Stumbling to the kitchen. Setting down a bottle of wine too heavily and opening it. Pouring a glass , too clumsy and heavy handed, all the way to the top. Drinking it too fast, when youre this drunk everything goes down like water. Your partner lovingly watching from the doorframe, watching you already so sloppy only getting drunker, already opening the next bottle for you once only about a glass worth is left.

By the time dinners in the oven youre half through the second bottle. Your partner will take care of the rest while you stagger back to the couch, having to hold on to every wall and table nearby, to even make it there. Theyll sweetly wake you for dinner, even if you can barely see your plate.

The next day youre still wasted waking up but its time to go grocery shopping…

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once a guy gave me a full dose of his prescription muscle relaxers, and given my size and generally low tolerance, i was so fucked up. i was awake while he raped my pussy open, slurred all my words and could barely move, let alone fight him off me. but i passed out before he gave me the next load in my mouth.

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I want to be forced to get super high before being taken out in public, wearing a short, tight dress. He pushes an edible between my lips before we go into the dark bar. He sits next to me at the table so his friends can sit across from us. Periodically he'll slip his fingers between my thighs and tease my already dripping wet slit, while his friend talks to me about something I can't quite grasp. His friend will make a joke about what a braindead little slut I am, and they'll all laugh, while my man says they haven't seen anything yet and slides two fingers inside of me without warning. I can't help but moan at the feeling, and the conversation shifts to all three men quietly degrading me in the back corner of this dark bar while I try not to be too loud. One of his friends pushes my legs apart with his knees under the table, keeping them spread wide. The waitress comes by and brings us shots that I don't remember anyone ordering, and all four are held up to my mouth to drink, those two fingers still slowly sliding in and out of me, making me unable to focus on anything but being the good little fucked up whore I am. He asks if his friends want to give me a try, everyone should feel how tight my wet little hole is at least once. "Come sit over here, princess," one of them says, pulling his chair out and patting his lap. I can see his bulge through his pants and as I get up to stumble over, he pulls his cock out for me to sit on. He covers my mouth as he slides deep inside me, bouncing just slightly to keep me overstimulated. He can feel my little cunt tighten and twitch around his size, and says to me "aww, is the little whore going to cum already? If you cum now, the three of us are going to take that as a sign to use your worthless holes all night, is that what you want you little cumdumpster?" He thrusts a little harder and I can't help but cum all over his big cock, flushing scarlet red but so high all I can feel is the pleasure.

"well boys, you know what that means."

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people who say they only want to be sober during sex so that they can be present are so valid and it def makes sense

but im tryna be on the brink of blacked out, a giggling slurring mess who can barely keep my head up. ragdolled as fuck. not to mention how sensitive I get when im fucked up.

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I need someone to get me drunk to the point where I'm almost falling asleep, and they just start grinding their bulge against me, laughing when I roll my hips against them and whine. I don't even realize what's happening, I just know that it feels so fucking good. I want them to pull my clothes off, groping my pliant body however they want to before they're pulling out their hard, thick cock and pressing it against my soaked hole. I want them to enter me in a single thrust, my mind fuzzy and my eyes glazed over as I moan brokenly while they start using my body for their own, sick pleasure. I want them to cum deep inside me while rubbing my dick, making me cum around their cock while they keep pumping their cum into my wet, needy hole. I want them to use me for hours until they're finally satisfied, and I want to wake up the next morning with an ache between my thighs and their cum dripping out.

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Before getting wine drunk you MUST consider if you have a man you can feel up. If not, you must seriously consider if you are ready to be wine drunk without having a man to feel up and do not overestimate your mental fortitude

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Y’know those people that come to a party just to play with the dog?

Leash me up in the spare room, allow your guests to come use me to get away from the noise of the party. They’re so loud out there, no one could hear any sound I make while your friends use my holes for stress relief.