intoxicate me nowww

Adi | 24 | intox & feedism | new here!! feel free to say hi :)

[plushefemme]

get me tipsy and i'll be so easily convinced that it's a good idea to drink an entire box of cake mix blended with heavy cream and milk. get me drunk and i'll let you pour it down my throat. when my stomach starts to strain and i realize it was a bad idea i'll try to push it away but you're stronger and sober and you hold my face still while you force me to chug the rest, and i'm too gone to put up much of a fight

[blushingcurrently]

guysssssss gentle intox?? you being tipsy and someone teasing you for how flirty you get??? Them buying you a few more drinks, your brain getting fuzzy and all you can do is claw and beg and whimper for them?? Their eyes growing dark because they see how desperate you are... how easy it would be to give you everything you want.....

[unsustainableeuphoria]

Daydreaming about hosting a party and hiring an alcoholic girl to play waitress for us, paying her more than she’d make in a month just to walk around with a tray of drinks and serve snacks in a classy dress. As the night goes on she helps herself to the martinis on the trays, as she gets drunker she gets a bit bolder about flirting for tips; at first it’s a polite cheers while she shares a drink with one guy, then it’s taking a shot with one generous tipper, then she’s sitting in another’s lap and drinking a martini as he gropes her,

By the end of the night she’s too wobbly on her feet to carry the tray so she’s stumbling over to the bar, grabbing one drink at a time, and downing it before she gets back to the table. She’s spilling out of her dress, the classy dress looks more like a slutty cosplay stuffed with bills as everyone tips her, occasionally someone grabs her butt and pulls the dress up over her panties, giving everyone a show of her ass.

Even once the party is over and her phone is buzzing, her friend waiting to give her a ride downstairs, she still finds time for one more drink, practically blacking out and sprawled on the couch with her tits pulled out of her dress while me and the other partygoers decide to help ourselves to her as our personal party favor

[nb-incubus]

I legit just wanna smoke so much weed that I don’t know what’s happening to me and I can’t say no to anything u do to me 😊

[int0xicate]

taking a girl on a cute summer picnic and plying her with sweets and drinks. buying loads of canned cocktails but not letting her look at the label- it's so hot, she'll be too desperate for a cool drink to care all that much. and in this heat it's far too easy to get down a few cans, especially when you think they're just some fruity sodas. and when she's nice and loose and tipsy, that usual restraint she has goes out the window. sure, she'll take another sweet treat. and another. and oh, didn't she just have one? no? sure, what's one more! with a nice sweet drink to wash it down

filling her up with food and bubbly drink until her belly is bloated and round against her sundress. she thinks the sun is making her a bit woozy, so you offer her another drink. hiccuping and giggling and falling over. she's too gone to care about sucking in, and her sundress is pulled tight around her rounded stomach. she'll let you rub her tight belly and feed her more treats, anything you want really. you're so nice, always making sure she stays hydrated in this heat

[uhhhhhhhh-might-go]

thinking about forced intoxication…encouraging a sweet, naive little sub to keep taking hits because “if it isn’t hitting yet, it must not be strong enough.” eventually they’ll get so dizzy that they’ll barely even feel Me moving My hand up their leg and between their thighs.

[goblinlace]

Pour shots down my throat. Mix me a drink with strong mixers that cover up the taste of just how much alcohol you added. Get me nice and drunk so the room spins and I can’t resist you as you pull my pants off me and jerk off with my pussy. Turn me into your drunk, pliant little toy, too inebriated to resist you or shove you off of me. My holes are yours for the taking

[queercoshon]

Getting sloppy drunk is hot as hell. Completely losing all control, every part of your body out of sync. Stumbling, bumping into things, dropping heavily onto furniture. Slurring, taking forever to turn a hazy thought into an action or sentence. Your body is no longer yours, and anyone can take advantage of that.

[lilchubster-deactivated20220725]

getting really high and gently being handed snacks every five minutes, and then going out to eat and wondering why i’m so incredibly stuffed but still munchin away happy and dazed... the dream

[int0xicate]

something about a girl who's usually responsible and her boyfriend who loves to see her let go once in a while. it's always "you're allowed to have fun tonight" until she's unsteady on her feet, loud and slurring words, unconcerned with how high her skirt is riding up or how her tits are starting to spill out

[int0xicate]

and maybe as she lets go, she doesn't notice how her belly is bloated from all the drinks, pressing round against her waistband and rolling up her cute little crop top. sloshing with liquid and growing bigger through the night, but it's okay right? she's allowed to have fun tonight

[creature-unlimited]

a pleasant evening to all girls getting a little sloppy on a monday night

[theghostofjayne]

“tell me to stop… go on…” said to a sub so out of it, so dizzy and floaty and whiny that they can barely keep their eyes open, willingly spreading their legs and gripping onto your shirt, so desperate to be filled that they don’t even care who does it at this point

[befuddledbliss]

What if we were at a house party and you pulled me into the bathroom every hour or so to fuck my brains out while you keep refilling my drink so I get drunker and drunker until the end of the night when I'm so far gone on alcohol and orgasms that the only thing I still know how to do is seek out your body so that I can cum again

[int0xicate]

it's so basic but refilling their cup while they don't notice... hhh... thinking to themselves "wow I've really been nursing this one for a while!", telling you about how this drink must be really strong because they are really feeling it for some reason

[chamxmxle]

elf princess x band of orc mercenaries

(kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, forced intoxication)

Kidnapped elf princess has been bound and gagged for days now. She was beginning to think the orcs had forgotten her back here, tucked into some random tent near the backline of their forces. They had been pretty drunk when they'd snatched her up, after all, pulling her shirt up and pinching at her soft, plush hips.

But no. They return tonight, three nights later, even more raucous and intoxicated than they night they'd stolen her.

She spots why almost immediately: a giant, dark cask being carried by the tallest one, dripping deep purple liquid from its wooden tap.

Orcwine.

Elf princess doesn't really have time to process the implications of this before the smallest and most brutal of the orcs is grabbing her by the harness they've tied around her bare chest. He pulls her clumsily onto her feet. Even the shortest of orcs towers over her by a foot and a half.

"There we go," the smallest says, grinning wickedly, his tusks flashing in the low light. "On your feet, pretty thing."

"Pretty?" one of the others asks, skeptically. "She's too small to be pretty. Those hips..."

"--are plenty wide for an elf," the smallest one snaps. He grabs them greedily, pulling her against him, his cock already half hard under linen trousers. Her fat, soft skin gives way easily under his bruising touch. "You've never been able to 'preciate the finer things, grub. S'why you can't hold your Orcwine."

Elf princess twists a little, struggling against his rough grip. This only makes the orcs laugh.

"And you think your 'pretty thing' can?" the skeptical orc asks. "Come, now. We found her stumbling after just a few fruity little elf drinks."

"I think she'll do just fine," the short one smirks, grinding his cock against her thigh. "We're s'pposed to be takin' care of her, right?"

They start out giving her sips from their tankards. The Orcwine is foul and strong, tasting of berries and moss and something astringent. She's never had anything this potent before. They all laugh as she coughs, letting her struggle, getting it all out before pressing another pewter mug to her lips.

But soon, she's drunk. Very drunk. She's never had anything like the thick liquid the orcs drink, and it goes right to her head. And between her legs. She slumps in a lap as one presses more into her mouth, bucking her hips against nothing.

"D'you like that, yer majesty?" one of them slurs, groping at her breasts. Her nipples harden instantly under the calloused fingers. "Y'ever feel like this before?"

She tries to shake her head, but the room swims. Gods.

"I thhhink I'm drunk," she murmurs. She hears she slur but can't stop it. "I think mmm... That I..."

"Good, good," the little one coos. "That's right. No fear. No worries. Juss some night warmth, right in that belly."

He reaches out and squeezes it, so soft and warm. He licks his lips, tongue sliding over tusks, staring at it unsteadily. The princess shudders.

Because it does feel good. Because the Orcwine is making her so fuzzy... So warm. The colors start to bleed together like watercolors in the rain. At one point, she hiccups and jerks to sudden awareness; someone is groping her breasts. Is it her? Sharp teeth bite down on a deep red nipple.

The orcs are drinking quite a lot, too. Especially that big one: the tall, broad one who carried the cask into the tent. He starts picking it up and drinking straight from the tap, stumbling only a little as he does so.

"You want some of that?" the small one asks, tilting toward her dangerously. "Y'wanna... try?"

No, she doesn't really want to try... The idea of drinking from that filthy tap is disgusting. But one of the orcs grabs her delicate jaw and makes her nod.

They out her on all fours in front of the cask. The largest orc steadies her, settling above and behind her. She can feel him throbbing against her as he settles his hands on her waist, pressing against her ample behind.

"You ready, little princess?" he murmurs quietly. It's the first time she's heard him speak. It's almost gentle.

She's not ready. But the feeling of the creature above her, and the sensation of the wine pounding through her veins like it wants to escape, it's all so heady... Just the very idea of drinking more of the strange liquor goes to her cunt. Something drips down her leg, and she can feel large, thick fingers spreading her thighs apart, playing around the slick folds.

"Sss'too musch," she tries to explain. The orc that is holding her just nods, petting her hair gently.

"I know. Open wide," the big one says, and she doesn't know if he means her legs or her mouth; it becomes clear, as something warm and wide spears her from behind without warning, that he means both.

Someone squeezes her cheeks and her jaw drops, lips wrapping around the wooden tap in front of her.

The elf princess's vision goes gray. She sees stars as her mouth fills with thick, sweet, sharp liquid; her hole filled with throbbing, molten flesh. She gags and chokes, but she soon forgets the pain as the Orcwine washes over her. Her eyes roll back. There's nothing left but the sensation of being filled.

In the castle of the elf king, a month later, the newest report arrives from the front. All attempts at negotiation for the hostage has failed; it seems, they say, that she doesn't want to come home.

[sweetfaeriegirl]

i want him to take advantage of me after i’ve had a few drinks, ignoring my giggly protests and pounding my drunk little cunt until i’m just a whimpering mess

[intoxwhore]

I don't want to do all the work to get drunk on my own, I need someone to tell me when to drink and what to drink, so that I can't even question if it's the right choice. Tell me when to take shots and hits, so that I don't even notice when I'm blacked out because you keep giving me booze. You care for me, so why should I stop drinking? You care for me, so why does it matter if I can't walk straight anymore? You care for me, so I can just let loose and wet my pants, it doesn't really matter anyways, here, have another shot. Until I'm so drunk I can't get up anymore and you can use my sloppy body however you want.