#intox cw

[florencebirdsong]

Intox kink with Wanda but she doesn’t even need to drug you. A small tweak of her powers and the world is getting a bit hazy and you’re getting a bit giggly.

She makes you whatever kind of high she’s in the mood for. Horny, needy, spaced out, hyper. Whether she wants to watch movies with you placidly against her side or fuck until you can’t move anymore, she can start it with a twist of her fingers.

[cenotaphghuleh]

Oh, to be cockwarming Perpetua whilst simultaneously shotgunning the fattest joint.

Just... no thoughts, head empty, nothing to think about except how good he tastes, how the slightest brush of fingers sets alight oversensitive nerve-endings. How his gaze pierces; pools of shimmering moss and moonlight capturing the flickering of flames within.

How his cock feels inside, every inch of him expanding and warming exactly where he's needed. How he swells, throbbing harder with every tainted kiss; each one chased by a languid, exploring tongue.

Just being cocooned in a bubble of seemingly endless pleasure, with nothing but the low purr of his smoke-roughened voice, coupled with the soft crackle of a fireplace as a soundtrack. Beholden to nobody.

[blushingcurrently]

casual dominance 😳😖

someone encouraging me to drink another drink.... hand on my thigh at the party.... praise that could mean anything..... laughing at me when I blush and pretending they don't know why I'm so distracted.......... slow teasing...praise..... manhandling.... reminding me how easy I would be to take advantage of........ but not actually acting on it for hours and hours until I'm wet and begging and clawing at their clothes for it

[leafs-lounge]

Contrary to popular belief, fairies have an extremely high resistance to being intoxicated. As such, there are several types of "fairy" alcohol, weed, and other drugs that, while often lethal to humans if ingested, give fairies a pleasent high. However it was also discovered that by having a fairy become intoxicated by one of these before consuming the fairy, the fairy effectively acts as an edible! Not to mention how desperate many of them are to be devoured when not sober, and it's no wonder they've become a popular way to enjoy oneself.

[vivalaswhumpblr]

James Spader - Dream Lover (1994)

[cranialpressure]

Age gap baekar and Maekar trying to prove to his beloved eldest brother that he can handle his wine now...

CW: Unspecified age gap. Incest. Intox. MDNI

It started the evening in a wine sink, but while Baelor's common-enough coloring could buy him an evening of revelry so long as he dressed the part, but Maekar's silver crown and pretty purple eyes were harder to hide and Baelor knew he did not want rumors spreading of this night, not when Maekar's cheeks were flushed so pink, glassy gaze trained on his brother no matter how many whores tried to distract him.

Maekar had something to prove after all, and he wasn't one to disappoint his brother. Indeed he'd managed to behave himself right up until Baelor gets him sequestered safely back in his rooms - Baelor's rooms -, where he'd flopped on ceremoniously onto the bed, golden hair threading through crimson silks. Maekar complains of the room spending, but when Baelor teases him about still having a child's tolerance, the man sits back up defiantly.

And he is a man now, even if he can't get drink like one. Snowy stubble frosting his pockmarked face. Baelor wonders if ladies ever compliment the texture like they do his own. He wonders if any ladies have even had occasion to do so yet.

Baelor sits at his table and pours them both in other cup, his eyebrow cocked in open challenge. Maekar accepts with an uncharacteristically cheery laugh, though he never quite manages to meet it, stumbling over Baelor's toe as he passes. Baelor is quick to catch him, tucking the younger prince against his chest despite him barely fitting anymore.

"Perhaps you've had enough?" Baelor suggests, settling his brother's weight more comfortably. For his part, Maekar seems surprised but not upset with his new position.

"Not until you have," Maekar insists, petulant, and Baelor fights back a chuckle, no more than a deep Rumble in his chest and lips caught between his teeth. He has always found Maekar's stubbornness quite fetching, but never more so than now, when the young prince's inebriation makes him...

Baylor checks, just to be certain. With no warning, Markar jerks in surprise when his brother's palm settles solidly upon his crotch. He is limp at first, just as Baelor had suspected, but when Baelor smirks triumphantly up at his brother, Maekar groans and slots his own fingers through the others, pushes them more firmly against his rapidly growing erection. He's greedy instantly, sloppy thrust accomplishing nothing except to push his bony ass against Baelor's lap.

"Well you can take more, I'll give you that" Baelor admits, steadying Maekar's movements with a firm grip on his hip. He squeezes the younger's cock in warning when it earns a petulant wine, and Maekar takes it upon himself to slip from Baelor's lap, down between his legs. Suddenly, Baelor wonders how many lordlings have complimented the fine wisps of hair contouring his brother's face, and the notion has him reaching for his goblet again, drowning the accusations in Dornish sour.

But not the associated anger.

Maekar is nuzzling along the folds of wool at his crotch when Baelor pulls him away, his thumb pressing hard into the hollow of his job. Pink lips part easily, wine-dark eyes hooded and soft, unfocused. Trusting.

Baelor hinges his jaw open wider, denying Maekar the kiss he so eagerly wants in favor of pouring the spirits from his own lips instead.

It's messy, Balor unwilling to tilt closer; Maekar flinches at first, confused, and some drips like blood down his chin, staining his pretty new beard. But he collects himself quickly enough, always so attuned to his brother's wishes. Maekar sticks his sweet, pink tongue out, moans when the bitter dregs stain it.

Baelor hums as his mouth runs dry, his thumb pinning Maekar's tongue in place so he can watch the other struggle to remember how to swallow with his mouth pried open. He spits on the other's tongue as reward when he figures it out, two four fingers massaging it back across the muscle just to feel Maekar's throat vibrate when he moans and appreciation.

"It seems you might be right, brother," he muses, focus caught entirely on where Maekar's stained lips wrap eagerly around his fingers. "Perhaps you can swallow it down like a man."

[junkyard-puppy]

I'm DRUNK I just ate a WHOLE ROAST CHICKEN now I want to be POUNDED INTO THE MATTRESS and SLAPPED WHEN I WHINE ABOUT MY BELLY BEING FULL

[overstuffd]

thinking about all the amazing options feeders have to give their little piggies to drink

🥤sugar stuffed soda with plenty of carbonation to stretch your stomach to bursting point and then melt into a soft layer of blubber

🍺cold beer, lining your stomach with liquid carbs while making you light headed and easy to feed more salty treats to

🍦milkshakkeess extra thick gainer shakes with a slice of decadent cake blended in with with the icecream and heavy cream

☕coffee filled with cream and extra, extra syrup, topped with more cream and chocolate drizzle. an extra shot of espresso or two to get you craving more and more cups a day

🧃sugary juices i persuade you as a still-in-denial cutie are the healthy choice, plying you with thousands of calories of sugary sweetness on a hot day and agreeing whenyou say you have no idea why your pants are getting so tight