I was once chilling with a friend drinking wine, but every time they'd leave the kitchen, I'd open the fridge a little bit and take the vodka bottle from there and pour a little into my wine. I wanted to even the playing field bc they are a huge lightweight and I needed stronger stuff to get as drunk as they were, but I did not want to offend them by spiking my drink right in front of them. But I am thinking of a fantasy of doing it with someone who's sober, and who's noticed, and who leaves the room as often as possible on purpose.
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anon your mind...
sorry for the delay in answering this lol, i wrote most of this like two weeks ago and then got distracted
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You go over to your friend's place for dinner and ask if they have anything to drink. Your friend knows just as well as you do that you have no sense of moderation; left to your own devices, you drink until you're completely wasted. But you're hardly a lightweight, so your friend suggests wine, and you agree. This way, you can relax and get tipsy, but there's no chance you'll get drunk and make an embarrassment of yourself before it's time to go home.
At the time, it seemed like a good plan. You could always get wasted after you went home, and for now you could chill out with your friend and savor the wine!
After a few glasses, your friend excuses themself to the bathroom. You wander around the kitchen, wishing you were more than just vaguely tipsy. You glance at your glass and wonder if you have time to chug it and refill it before your friend gets back. You probably could... but god, it would be so embarrassing if your friend caught you. You don't even have the excuse of being drunk, because you're not. Even if you would very much like to be.
You make another circuit of the kitchen and then open the fridge, more out of boredom than anything else. Your gaze immediately falls on a large, mostly full bottle of vodka. Now that's more like it, you think to yourself.
Except you'd agreed to stick to wine for the evening, for reasons that still make sense now. You didn't want to get drunk — okay, you did, but when you got drunk you inevitably got wasted, and your friend hadn't signed up for that. It still made sense to stick to wine until you got home.
You bite your lip.
You were barely even buzzed, was the problem. And at this rate you wouldn't get to buzzed, not unless you chugged the wine... or...
Hmm.
Just a little would be fine, right? Just enough to get you to buzzed, and then you can stick to wine the rest of the evening, and have a good time. It's a foolproof plan, you think, and glance around one last time to make sure your friend is nowhere in sight. Then you take the bottle over to your glass, pour a little vodka into it, and then return the bottle to the fridge.
By the time your friend gets back, you're seated at the table, sipping your glass of wine calmly and unhurriedly.
You're beginning to feel pleasantly fuzzy by the time you've finished this glass and your friend pours you another. You glance at them, but they don't seem to suspect anything is amiss. They haven't made any jokes about cutting you off, so you know you're in the clear.
There's a crashing sound from elsewhere in the house, and your friend groans. "My cat probably just knocked something over," they say, "but I should go make sure nothing's broken. Just wait here."
You nod, and the moment they're gone, your eyes are on the fridge.
You... probably shouldn't. You're feeling a nice buzz by now, and you were already pushing your limits the first time, after all. You shudder to think of your friend catching you pilfering their vodka.
But surely a little more couldn't hurt? It's not like you're drunk. You're just... buzzed, and you'd like to get a little more buzzed. That's all. What your friend doesn't know won't hurt them.
So you spike your drink again, though this time you pour in a little more vodka than before. Better make the most of the opportunity, right? Especially since you'll be sticking to wine after. You're still on your feet when your friend re-enters the room, but they don't seem to notice, and you sit back down with your glass and join them in commiserating about the woes of pet ownership.
Maybe you drink this glass a little quicker than your elegant sipping of before. You're not really sure; everything's starting to get delightfully blurry. But not as delightful as your friend offering you another glass before you head home!
"If — hic — you're shure," you demur, but your eyes are fixated on the wine.
"Of course," your friend says warmly.
You take a sip of your glass and then put it back down. Moderation. You totally know how to... to moderate. Drink moderately. You're the best at that.
"I'm gonna go feed the cat," your friend says. "Just wait here."
Oh no, says a dim, muffled part of your brain.
Oh yes, says the rest of it.
Quick as a flash, you stand up — so quick you have to hold onto the table for balance for a moment. Then, before you even have time to think about it, you have the vodka bottle in hand and are pouring it into your glass. Your vision fuzzes slightly. How much vodka did you just spike your drink with? Your glass looks... a bit fuller than you'd intended. Noticeably fuller.
You hear footsteps. Quickly, you put the bottle back, then take a few generous swallows of your drink as you lean against the counter.
"Everything all right?" your friend says as they come back in.
"I'm good!" You hiccup. "Totally, um, good. This wine iss great, whas the... uh... vin, vintage?"
Your friend answers, but you're too busy taking another eager swallow to listen. And then another. And then before you know it, your glass is empty.
You sway slightly, empty glass held loosely in your hand. "Oopsh," you slur. "Godda lil carried away."
"No worries," your friend says, smiling slightly. "Would you like another, or do you want to head home?"
"I'll take anoth — hic! — another rounddd!" You grin and stick out your glass for your friend to take and refill. They hand it back and you take a drink. It doesn't have the same bite as before... oh right, it's missing the vodka. "Jus needs a lil..." You blink, realizing you're speaking aloud. "Neverrr mind, iss perfect." You take another drink.
"Glad to hear it," your friend says. "Let me just go check on something real quick."
The world's beginning to spin a little around you, but you know what your friend's absence means. You wobble over to the fridge and pour vodka into your glass. Then you realize if you drink real fast you could pour more vodka in before your friend gets back. So you slam most of your vodka-y wine, belatedly noticing that some of it spilled onto your front. "Oopsh," you giggle as you pour some more vodka. It barely even burned going down, perfect time to have some more...
"Having fun?" your friend asks warmly.
You turn and the world tilts around you, glass in one hand and vodka bottle in the other. "Sho much fun!" You beam at them and take another drink.
The next thing you know, they're helping you sit on the floor because the world was so so spinny. "I miiiiight be a lil drunk," you confess.
"Only a little?" they say, amused.
"Jus' a lil," you slur as you polish off your glass. "S na like 'm wassed or anythin. I jus had thish vodka to get more drunk. Cus I wanted to be a lil drunker." You hiccup. "Or meybe a lot more drunker."
"But you're not wasted," they say with a smile.
"I knowww my limmish," you insist.
"Of course. So if I were to ask if you wanted to finish off the wine bottle or drink straight from the vodka bottle, you would say...?"
You squint at them blearily. There's a right answer here, but it's so hard to think. Much easier to drink. You glance down and oh right, you're still holding the vodka bottle! You take a swig, though some of it falls out of your mouth and onto your chest.
"Spoken like a true lush," your friend laughs, and then they offer you the wine bottle, and you don't remember much after that.
hi, i’m psi (pronounced "sai.") he/him, trans man, 29. decided to experiment with a kink tumblr, so here i am. remade this blog so i could have an entire nsfw account and not just a sideblog.
my ask boundaries:
these things are all good:
telling me about your intox experriences (including ones that involve sex) ✅
telling me about your intox fantasies in general (including ones that involve sex, so long as they're not about me) ✅
asking me to encourage u to get wasted ✅
encouragin g me to get wasted ✅
but please do not:
tell me about sexual fantasies starring me ❌
misgender me (duh?? i shouldnt have to say this one. ❌
(further explanation in this post!)
kinks you may see here include:
intoxication (weed, alcohol, aphrodisiacs), intox kink, and forced intox/drugging
breeding, pregnancy (including mpreg)
hypno, brainwashing
dumbification, bimbofication
bellies, stuffing
cnc, somno, dubcon, and some flavors of noncon (especially likely: brainwashing & intox/forced intox)
mommy kink/daddy kink/ageplay
omorashi
(ABDL/diaper-focused side blog: @babypsii. might still reblog those here by accident sometimes.)
there may occasionally be other kinks as well, but those are the main ones.
not into (you can follow, just don't add these to my posts):
detrans/misgendering
birth/labor
breast implants as part of bimbofication
scat/messing
"AI" generated text or images (note: if you post untagged AI-generated shit, I might block you)
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my tags:
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