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call me nori, it/they, 21+, minors dni
personal intox archive, i'm only here to jerk off, sometimes sober, sometimes high/drunk/both
not into feedism/gaining
dms and asks open for respectful convos
Pretty little drunk thing
If you're comfortable, you should show us some proof of how drunk you are, for science!
last bewr an im like tofallt sobre so no problème
if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules
this is dfrom a backlog i have no idea whwn i recoredsed
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Short story #2
"Do you want to see a magic trick?" It was the last thing you said before snatching the freshly opened bottle from my hand and darting to the other side of the room.
You raised the bottle, your lips curling into a playful smile as the harsh liquid touched your tongue. But you didn’t stop at a sip. You tipped the bottle vertically, leaned your head back, and performed a move I’d never seen before.
Your throat seemed to relax, and suddenly the liquid poured straight into your stomach, bypassing any need to swallow. Tiny bubbles rose through the liquor as it drained rapidly. You raised your free hand, signaling for me not to interrupt. I couldn’t have, even if I wanted to. I was mesmerized.
The bottle emptied faster than I thought possible, and when it slipped from your fingers, you let out the sexiest, breathiest gasp I’d ever heard. For a moment, you stood there, your gaze locking with mine, your expression daring me to respond.
Then the alcohol hit.
It started subtly: your head tipped forward, your shoulders softened. But within seconds, your posture collapsed entirely, and you stood there swaying, utterly undone.
“Goooodddd…” you murmured, your voice thick and languid - a string of drool slipping from your lips and disappearing into your cleavage.
You tried to steady yourself, but the alcohol was relentless. Your movements turned clumsy as you stumbled sideways, barely catching yourself. Your glassy, unfocused eyes met mine, and you attempted a smile - though your lips struggled to obey.
"Come here," I said, my voice low but commanding.
You took a single step before your knees buckled, and you crumpled to the floor. Crawling was your next choice, but even that was an effort. I could see how much the alcohol was affecting you, making each movement heavier, slower.
You were the most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen.
I moved to meet you halfway in a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of alcohol was strong and heady on your tongue, making me crave more.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against your ear, my voice barely more than a heated whisper. “And after that, I’m going to come in your mouth. You’ll wash it down with another bottle.”
Your eyes widened, an startled look crossing your face. “I-I don’t… I don’t know if I can…” you slurred, your words barely coherent.
“You can,” I said, scooping you into my arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “And you will.” - inspired by my favorite Hachamachee story -
this is oft said but it bears repeating: I need to get really high with a girl and make out with her and let her take advantage of me when I'm half conscious
yall ever get di drunk anrbhigh you cant even syandup and then have bo one to take advantage of you...... this is bullshit
i'd buy us drink after drink until neith of us coukd mumble a single coherent word and stumble home leaning on each other so we wouldnt fall over
honestlyyyy best case scenario. just stumbling around helping each other stay up when we’re soo wasted we barely know where we’re going but having a blast with it
@ work and i canttt stop thinking abt the next time i get to be wasted and needy like last night
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Just keep drinking, just keep drinking, just keep drinking, just keep drinking
[To the tune of Dory's *Just Keep Swimming,*]
So like on Monday ( I'm pretty sure) I woke up and got encouraged into getting drunker that I ever had before. Too drunk to stand for long. Way too drunk to walk. At one point I had to crawl to the bathroom and climb into the tub to pee cus I was too drunk to sit on the toilet.
It was so hot. I legit rolled around moaning how hot it was to be the drunk and I already want to do it again. I might be cooked lol
you invited me over to hang out and play games, and offer me a bit of your weed to smoke while you scroll through menus. i take a hit from your blunt and cough, its Way stronger than i anticipated. my throats a bit dry, so in between coughs i ask for some water. you turn to me, cup in hand. “drink up”
the drink burns as it goes down. i get a little lightheaded and sputter out a bit onto my shirt. “whats wrong? did you choke?”
“no, why did you give me alchohol? i need water?
“that is water.”
i do a double take at the clear liquid in the cup. it looks relatively normal, but im not easily fooled. “are you sure? it tasted weird.”
“maybe you should have another sip to double check. are you feeling well?”
with seemingly no other option, i do just that. and a bigger gulp too, because i was feeling a big dehydrated. it still burned, but it felt like less of an issue. something that was just an inconvenience instead of a cause for concern.
“it still burned,,,but,,,”
“but what? thats just normal water, you must have weird taste buds or something. take another hit, itll help”
you were… maybe not right.. but another hit couldnt hurt…. could it?
i take another hit, and see you waiting in front of my face when i open my eyes again. “did it taste good? you might need another hit, this is a really low-thc strain.”
“uhhh,,, uhhm,, okaay:)” you were sooo much smarter than me, i dont know why i ever doubted you in the first place…
another hit. another chug of water. repeat. repeat. this was a normal hangout sesh and yet im laying down with the room spinning while you hold the cup of water next to my head. “drink up boy, you can take more than that, cant you?”
uhhhhhh,,, thcielingfan isnice,,,,,
“poor baby boy cant think about anything, huh? maybe youve had enough,, you look so nice and fuzzy for me :) ill put on something for you to take a nap”
you push me to the side facing the tv, and put on a brainwashing loop. im too out of it to notice you sneaking behind me and wrapping your arms around me.
“,,,thaankyeeww” before i let go completely and sink.
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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.