toxic bi4bi ocs I’ve been down bad over + writing intox kink stuff for recently
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blake kathryn
i don't do bad sauce passes
cherry valley forever

Andulka
will byers stan first human second

tannertan36

Discoholic 🪩
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Mike Driver

Janaina Medeiros
trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER

titsay
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art

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@intothex
toxic bi4bi ocs I’ve been down bad over + writing intox kink stuff for recently
Intox is unfortunately always on my brain,,, but rn im thinking specifically of someone giving me drinks and then forcing me to read out loud to them. A drink/a hit for every 10 pages (which is too many imo but whatever) and they get to hear me get more and more fucked up as it goes on. Maybe teasing me and making me reread paragraphs as I become more incomprehensible, which likely will just make me flustered and even harder to understand,,,
Aftercare? You mean like marrying her and giving her the world? Showing her that true love exists?
difference between. what was this post about. OH YEAH. alcohol and weed are perfecttt for eavh other because being high makes you feel underwater in like the way things look and feeel around you and then being drunk actually makes you move like youre underwate. so what im saying issss its good
an inexperienced drinker who wants to learn how to chug beers. they get halfway through the first one. damn. not wanting to waste anything, they finish it off and, determined to succeed, crack open another. eight ounces this time. not bad, but not there yet.
they continue to try and fail until several beers later finally they down a can all in one go. they sway slightly where they stand, a dopy grin on their face, letting the satisfaction of accomplishment and a full belly spread through them. did it! but maybe…they can do it faster.
better keep trying.
I suggest : TWO hits per chore
OKAY finally actually doing this. for your patience yes two hits per chore I’ll totally be able to get everythingggg done when im stoned.
I think maybe when I finish all the chores if I do I’ll reward myself with a couple shots :) it’s been forever since I drank
the art you just posted is sooo good it makes me wanna draw some intox stuff too
Thank you, Hart :D You should! It is a very good time kinda thing to do.
Have a quick doodle. Plenty of beer in this boy. Plenty of stronger stuff too.
They deliberated in the aisles, thinking about what kind of drunk they wanted their partner to get this weekend. Beer made for the mellowest experience, cause at this point it took so much of that to get them properly wasted. But low and slow was a nice way to savour the build up. With the added bonus that their partner was adorable when the discomfort of a full, sloshy belly caught up with them. All pouty and pillow princess-y if the night brought them in that direction.
Their partner was as a rule funny when wine-drunk, but there was a higher risk of melodrama, and the hangover was worse. But that made it easier to persuade them to have more in the morning. Would you like just one drink with your breakfast, to take the edge off, baby? It'll make you feel better.
More often than not they ended up in the liquor section. It didn't take many mixed drinks before their partner just asked for it neat and then doubled and then they could just fill their glass however much without any raised eyebrows with their partner getting more incoherent, loose and easy every round - until they could barely hold their head up and it was time for bed. They were never that hard to convince to come to bed, no matter what kind of drunk they were.
Ok I cant pisy this on my normal socials cause Im too drunk to tyoe cohernetly and its SLIGHTLY horny...
I FUCKING LOVE COMPERSION??? Like, seeing peiple I care about getting loved by another fills me with such fucking joy??? Like I want nothing more in this universe than yo see my beloveds happy and seeing that others also make them happy brings me the most purest of joys...
I love love...
dm’ing people on here is so embarrassing 🤦♂️🤦♂️hi it’s me the giant pervert who lives in your phone. how’s it going
feel like it would be really fun to match someone hit for hit on the internet. like it doesn’t have to be totally even whatever like tolerances and potency and stuff but like. both getting sillllier and more obviously stoned and you being able to get the other higher but only iiiif you get higher too. there could be someone amused watching both of them get incoherent but I kind of prefer just the both of them self-contained motivation to fuck the other person up for Kink reasons
I also tried to do the math the other day to figure out how a “I take a shot for every # hits you take and vice versa” challenge could be fair. mostly thinking irl for this one
You're two drinks in and feeling fine. Feeling free. And warm. And nice.
Four drinks in and everything is just better. Maybe it'll keep getting better forever if you keep drinking.
Six drinks in and you're feeling downright hot. Physically, but also you're just feeling yourself. It's so nice to be in a body so connected to the present. All the sensations are good and strong and fun.
Eight and you're starting to feel some distance to the world instead, but that can be good too. It's like you're wrapped in a weighted blanket. Limbs heavy.
Ten and things get a little spinny. But we're not stopping now, are we, baby?
That 6 - 8 drinks range is really the hot spot for me. However, if I’ve had that many drinks, I won’t stop until I run out of alcohol, or pass out. But, I could always try again the next day. 🤷♂️
they forgot 12 drinks: i can and will fight god and overthrow the government and everyone want me so bad and where did that floor come from who put that there-
I have one kink and it's not a good idea.
May not have been the best idea I've ever had to start a kink blog. Hard to think about much else rn lol.
You're two drinks in and feeling fine. Feeling free. And warm. And nice.
Four drinks in and everything is just better. Maybe it'll keep getting better forever if you keep drinking.
Six drinks in and you're feeling downright hot. Physically, but also you're just feeling yourself. It's so nice to be in a body so connected to the present. All the sensations are good and strong and fun.
Eight and you're starting to feel some distance to the world instead, but that can be good too. It's like you're wrapped in a weighted blanket. Limbs heavy.
Ten and things get a little spinny. But we're not stopping now, are we, baby?
That 6 - 8 drinks range is really the hot spot for me. However, if I’ve had that many drinks, I won’t stop until I run out of alcohol, or pass out. But, I could always try again the next day. 🤷♂️
There's always tomorrow :)
Your friend enthusiastically drags you to the dancefloor. Even though you're getting so uncoordinated that you feel like you might get bounced if you draw any attention, you let yourself get swept away.
They pull you close for more intimacy, but also subtle support as you're not holding yourself up entirely well. You're not the only one intoxicated in this crowd, and you get jostled around a bit, but it's still nice. There's still a strong current of rhythm, and liquor, and arousal pulsing through you as your friend shimmies their hips against yours.
They're shorter than you, and as they turn their head you spot a trail of fading hickies heading from their neck into their tee. You're too drunk to stop yourself from trying to leave a fresh mark. They giggle, but instead of letting you, they slip out from under your shoulder. You almost topple over, being suddenly solely responsible for your own bodyweight and balance. Shit, maybe you're getting a bit wasted.
Instead of abandoning you, though, they tug you in the direction of a more private little booth and park you there. You don't get a chance to ask where they're going before they disappear back into the crowd. You feel the sneaky tendrils of guilt snaking through your guts as you're left to your own devices, and resolve to go apologize once you've sobered up a bit.
They reappear before that has any chance of happening, though, with two tall drinks in their hands. After depositing them on the table, they turn on their heel and leave before you can get a word out. Confused, you start slowly sipping the drink they presumably left you, forgetting about the sobering up part of your plan.
As you're getting a good ways through your drink you're getting a bit lost inside yourself and you don't notice that your friend is back until they're shoving a shot glass in your hand and telling you to drink up. You do it on reflex.
"You were getting so frisky, so I thought we should even the playing field a bit. Here have another."
The next shot is down your throat before you really have a chance to process what's being said. You finish your drink as a chaser and try your best to focus on your friend's face. It keeps slipping away from you as the room starts spinning more and more. Wasn't there something you were supposed to do? Something you were supposed to say? Your head is getting so heavy to hold up.
The other drink they brought over earlier is now in your hand. Did you take it or did they put it there? You're completely losing track of things as more of the liquor starts making its way through your system. Your lids are getting heavy when your friend climbs into your lap and asks you if you wouldn't like to continue what you'd started earlier.