#tw.drugs

[miupow]

──★ 𝚝𝚡𝚝 + 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚑𝚌𝚜

NSFW, MDNFI! drugs, obviously. sub!soobin, perv!sookai, masturbation (m. rec), couch sex, daddy kink, lazy sex, oral sex (m and f rec.), shotgunning, service top!beomgyu, vaginal fingering, anal sex (f. rec), dom!hueningkai, himbo kai vibes, manhandling A/N: this is a repost from my old account!

soobin ★

he gets SOO horny when he's high oml.... all he can think about is getting his dick wet ><

 turns into a bigger perv than he already is, gets so hard over the tiniest things… n he’s so embarrassed ab it too!! tries to go n hide in the bathroom so he can fist his cock.. but he’s so noisy n you know him so well so you catch him every time heehee

 so subby!!! too out of it n desperate to take what he wants n take control, just use him n make him feel good :( he’s always such a service top, always focused on pleasing you… esp loves having his face ridden omg loves the suffocating feeling loves the lack of air LOVES how you whine n pull on his hair <3 ughhh sitting on his face w his glasses on, the lenses getting all foggy as he laps at your cunt :(

 gets so dumb n so fucked out… only able to whimper n whine, stuttering out broken “s-so good!”s and “so tight!”s when he’s fucking you :( likes lazy sideways sex on the couch or draping himself on top of you on bed, just lazy n staccato thrusts in n out of your cunt 

yeonjun ★

daddy kink upped to level 100. will call himself daddy even if you don’t, even when you’re not having sex. can you get up and grab daddy a bottle of water? thank you, princess. come sit on daddy’s lap? that’s his good girl.

 will whine and beg for sex absolutely lol 

 gets soooooo lazy when he’s baked heehee >///< will not put much effort into sex at all, absolutely will make you ride him while he just lies back n watches!! makin fun of you for being so needy n slutty when you’re bouncing on his big dick, acting like he wasn’t groping your ass n tits the entire night >< need daddy’s cock so bad, huh baby? there we go, show daddy how much you need it~

 also loves having his dick sucked when you’re smoking together ack!!!! loves you between his legs giving him head while he smokes a joint n runs his fingers through your hair… ugh i need him so bad 

 jjunie loves shotgunning so much omg, loves having you on his lap while you make out, loves breaking away to take a hit just to blow it into your mouth <3 you always take whatever he gives you so well~

beomgyu ★

weed has the opposite effect on beomgyu than it does on the other boys, where it makes him so sated n vanilla :< 

 doesn’t get super horny, just cuddly n affectionate :( wants to spoon you n make out, lay his head in your lap, have you play with his hair…

 but if you’re the horny one? high gyu is such a service top, doesn’t care about his own satisfaction and is 100% focused on making you feel good n making you cum hard ><

 slowly SLOWLY fingerfucking you, letting you feel every drag of his fingers against your walls… landing gentle slaps to your clit to watch you squeak n squirm,, holding your thighs apart while he eats you out so nice n thorough :(

 high sex for him is all about you, how many times he can make you cum, can he get you to squirt? laughing sweetly at all of your cute reactions… he’s so in love :’<

taehyun ★

i’ve always seen tyun as the most “vanilla” out of all of them, so concerned about your safety n pleasure :( but getting him high would make him so much more open to dirtier, kinkier sex heehee

 more dirty talk, new positions, trying out some fantasy you’ve had tucked away in your mind… tyun is just so much more open to experimentation ><

 especially loves anal when he’s high UGHHHHHH,, when he’s sober he’s too worried about hurting you ;< he’s not very long but he’s THICK n he doesn’t wanna stretch out your lil hole to the point you’re hurtin :( 

 but when he’s high, anal is allll he can think about eeeeek >///< i think he’s secretely such an anal enjoyer but only indulges when he smokes.. can’t help but sit on the couch baked out of his mind daydreaming about his girthy cock in ur tiny tight ass, listening to you scream as he pounds you @_@

 def a little more talkative too, mumbling shit like “fuck yeah, take it, that’s it, daddy’s good girl~” when you move your hips back to meet his thrusts… tyun will not stop calling himself daddy when he’s high, just like jjunie!!!

hueningkai ★

is actually a worse pussy fiend than soobin when he’s high

 he tries VERY hard to hide it, sweet boy, but he’s sooo obvious, squirming with a pillow in his lap, trying to be secretive adjusting his big stiff cock in his sweats… ugh the dick bulge

 it’s so fun to tease hyuka when he’s high n horny cos unlike soobin he’ll eventually snap and take what he wants eeee >< showing off your legs n curves, letting your cleavage peek out from your low cut top, being a little touchier than usual… baby can only take so much before he’s flipping you over n prying your legs apart <3

 literally uses you like a pocket pussy, so high n focused on his own pleasure, head completely somewhere else!! deaf to your cute lil whimpers of “too big!” “slow down!” “hyuka, too much!”, only spurring him on more to wreck your poor tiny pussy even more :( he just doesn’t understand how big n strong he is!!

#lia’s hard hours 🔥 #tw.drugs #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #taehyun smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #soobin smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai smut #nightly.nsfw #nightly.ot5

[maliciouslove]

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡

✧ pairing: fuckboy smileball barista!denki x reader  ✧ summary: having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work.  ✧ word count: 5.5k ✧ tags: dubcon(?), manipulation(?), weed and alcohol use, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, pussyjob, unprotected sex, pulling out, size difference (denki is Tall and Lanky TM), unappropriate work relationship, scummy denki, no feelings.

✧ my submission for the @bastardblvd Slimeball collab ✧

✧ AN: happy birthday to my little slimy fuckboy denks <3 this was so fun to work on, genuinely love being a grimetown resident now. the fanart is made by me but i'm no pro so.. be kind please. :D it was written in a daze so if you see discrepancies.. look away. based on my own tiny starbucks where i work (i am slimebucks denki incarnate). you may expect of me to make this a slimebucks series.. katsuki or touya next? ;)

Denki doesn’t like morning shifts — he doesn’t like how grumpy people are first thing in the morning because it makes scoring dates much harder for him. No matter how bubbly and pleasant he is, Monday mornings are just a bad time to flirt with clients. Most customers don’t even spare a glance at him, too busy figuring out their schedule for the day and burying their noses in their phones. He does, however, enjoy the morning business attire — stockings, pencil skirts, white shirts that allow him to see the outline of a bra underneath… and those heels. Something about office fashion always getshim riled up. 

Typically, if he couldn’t strike up a conversation with the morning customers he would settle for watching them, eyes trailing down their crossed legs when they sit down to enjoy their coffee. He would follow their elegant movements and the curves of their bodies — from the corners of their painted lips turning upward in delight after a sip of hot coffee, to their dainty ankles decorated by the ankle strap of their heels swinging to the rhythm of the music playing softly on the speakers.

That is how his Mondays usually go, yet today he couldn't even enjoy that, all because of a new recruit.

His manager Katsuki (that angry bastard) had not even mentioned to them that he was hiring; he announced only yesterday that there would be a new trainee, pushing the responsibility of showing them around the store and kicking off their barista training onto him. Of course he wouldn’t ask Touya to train them — he would end up with his cock in his hand less than ten minutes into the start of his shift due to his “side hustle” schedule conflict, which in turn would scare off any new hire… and then the hiring process would have to start all over again. Katsuki himself is not much better off as barista trainer, his constant irritation and habit of screaming at everyone and everything has made many employees quit (and cry) early on, but the reason he was shoving the responsibility onto Denki was simply that he wouldn’t be in the store due to a manager’s meeting in Tokyo.

Bummer. 

According to the clock on the wall, the new hire should be coming in any time now, so Denki settles for focusing his attention and efforts on that instead of his grumpy morning customers. And then, there you were in your yellow raincoat, all sunshine and smiles from the moment you step inside the store. Denki gives you a once over and decides maybe this Monday morning wouldn’t be so awful after all — you were cute and far too innocent and optimistic looking for him not to take advantage and have a little… fun. 

His plan begins to form before you’ve even laid eyes on him.

“Hi! You must be the new addition to our team, pleasure to meet you!” The blonde extends a hand to greet you, his most charming smile plastered on his face. “Our team is a bit of a sausage party right now, so I hope you can bear with us and not get discouraged. We desperately need someone like you on our team.” 

“Oh I can tell, your merch cabinets look very… dry. You fellas are not big on decorating, are you?” Your heartfelt laugh nearly disarms the blonde man as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, admitting that the three men working there did not have the best sesne of aesthetics and beauty. 

Oh, you were just his type — confident, energetic, and just a bit too kind and trusting. 

“Well, you’re here to save us, right? How about we get started on your training, get the boring part over with so we can get to know each other better.” 

There was not a single pure intention behind his words, but his face remains the picture of innocence and kindness. He’s had time to practice this look after all — can’t let people find out what’s behind the sunshine facade now, can he?

“Oh well training shouldn’t take long, I worked at a different Slimebuckslocation before moving to this part of town, hence why I’m being transferred here. I can get around drink making just fine, so you can just show me around the store I guess?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Denki thinks of you as a pure miracle. This expedites the timeline he had in mind.

With a pep in his step, he shows you around the store and back of house, informing you where they keep extra syrups and toppings at the front and the storage in the back. He hands you a new apron and name tag while informing you of the usual cleaning routine and covering all the basics that you need to get around the new store on your own. Not that he follows these cleaning routines that closely anyhow, but hey, you were here to pick up the slack now.

“So, think you got everything? Any questions?” Denki leans back against the bar on his elbows, long black painted fingers interlocking in front of his torso. He’s laid back and so pretty it’s almost distracting. A regular person has to exert effort not to stare too long at his honey colored eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

However, you cannot get too distracted — you must remain focused and make a good impression today. 

“Yes, can I please rearrange and restock your merchandise cabinets? They do not spark joy and desire to buy in their current state. No offense.” 

“Have at it.” Denki does not break eye contact, not once — feline eyes following your every move, gears turning in his head and schemes hatching in his pretty little head. 

He doesn’t want to seem too overbearing, but he also doesn’t want you to think he isn’t interested. So, as it is pretty quiet in the store right now, he decides to give you a hand with the merchandise, chatting with you — learning about you. After all, the only times he actually puts effort into his minimum wage job arewhen there is a prospect of a cute girl removing her panties for him. 

“So, you live nearby?” he begins to prod at you with innocent questions.

“Ah, not quite. I have to take a bus to get here since I don’t have a car anymore. I live on the east side of town, close to that big mall they built recently.” 

Denki is easy to talk to, a nice balance budding between the two of you as he takes boxes out and hands you colorful cups and tumblers to put on the shelves. 

“Hey, I live around those parts, too, I can give you a lift after work, save you some bus fare. Unless you have some super jealous boyfriend or something?” Despite flunking out of college, Kaminari isnot stupid — he isplaying his cards just right, creating an opportunity to learn if you’re single and give you an option to spend more time with him, which isn’t really an option. Unless you do have a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have a reason to say no, not after the deliberate way he phrased it. 

“Haha, no, no boyfriend — kind of the reason I don’t currently have a car and why I had to move.” There’s an edge to your voice, maybe even a trace of anger, but to him they appear as feelings that seem to have simmered down. “I got out of a long relationship recently. We used to live together and share a car, but I had to get my own place after the breakup, and he took the car. And the dog.”

“That bastard!” Denki chimes, a bit too exaggerated, but he figures making a small joke won’t actually hurt. “Really though, that sucks. I’m sorry it happened.” 

The way he switches from being a clown to being a gentleman can give a person whiplash. 

“Don’t be, I’m not sorry it happened.” You shrug your shoulders and give him a wide, genuine smile. “Now I get to hook up and have flings whever I want.” 

You keep the tone light, and you mean what you said — you’re not looking for anything serious right now, and the satisfaction from your answer was well written on the blonde’s face. He was cute, so maybe you’ll play along, have fun for once. 

“So this means you’ll let me give you a ride?” 

“If you really don’t mind?” You put the final tumbler on the shelf and examine your work in delight. Meanwhile Denki examines your body in delight. 

“Oh, I’d be honored to.” A devious grin adorns his face as he follows you behind bar to help serve customers. 

The day goes on, the playful banter between you and the blonde continuing — turns out you have similar hobbies: you like the same movies and games, you even have similar music taste, and Denki relinquished the store music rights to you for the day. 

Your shoulders would brush as you work side by side at the coffee machines, and he would laugh shyly, complimenting your pace and how well you’re adjusting to the new store. The exchanges between the two of you were flawless, seamlessly passing each other lids and pitchers without so much as saying a word. 

Kaminari gave the perfect performance of a man who enjoys his work; he didn’t even obnoxiusly flirt with every beautiful girl that placed an order. 

“Hey, can you grab some more caramel drizzle from the back?” Denki asks after a huge line of people finally dissipates and gives room for some tidying up and restocking. 

“Yea, absolutely. Need anything else?” 

“Also grab some extra bags of coffee beans and vanilla syrup if you can?” 

You nod and head to the back of house energetically.

Denki’s been working here for over two years now, so he knows that after this rush there won’t be anyone in the store for another half an hour at least, so sending you to the back of house away from customers was a calculated move. As soon as you disappear behind the doors he follows — after all, you wouldn’t be able to carry all that back to the front on your own.He should give you a hand. 

Smiling to himself, he enters the storage area to see you standing on your tip toes trying to reach the bags of coffee on the top shelf. Quietly he walks up behind you, one hand on your waist to pull you back a bit, the other hand reaching above you for the coffee beans. 

“Be careful. If you can’t reach somewhere, just call for me. Don’t want you getting hurt back here.” He can feel you melt into him and rest your back against his chest as he takes the four-pound bag down for you. 

“Oh, sorry… I thought I was gonna be able to reach.” You smile at him, realizing how he was surrounding you in that moment, and something about itmade your skin tingle. “Thank you.” 

“Of course! I figured you wouldn’t be able to carry everything at once so I came along to give you a hand.” The two of you stood very close to one another in the cramped storage, but you didn’t mind, as it was far too cold back here, and Kaminari was pleasantly warm to the touch. “The caramel drizzle is all the way down on that same self, if you want to grab that?” 

Eager to complete the task, you turn around and bend over to open the box labled “caramel drizzle,” giving Denki a perfect view of you round ass, making him gulp hard. If he just reached forward he would be able to trace the curve of your ass with his hand, squeeze one cheek as his other hand trails down your side. 

He shakes the thoughts out of his head as you stand back up, several bags of caramel sauce in your hands. You were squishing them playfully which was not helping Denki in keeping unholy thoughts at bay. 

“I always loved the texture of these bags; it’s so stress relieving to play with them.” Grinning up at him, you were the picture of innocence. 

“Yea, they remind me of tiddies.” Denki blurts out without even thinking, too enthralled by his imagination showing him images of you wrapping your pretty lips around his cock and playing with his balls. Once he realizes what he said he waves his hands around in defence. “No, no, not what I mea–” 

“You haven’t touched boobs recently, have you?” You deadpan, and he can feel his heart sink. “Boobs are much more firm. I get where you’re coming from, but a bag of caramel sauce can not compare to a tit.” You say matter of factly while squishing a bag with your hand. “Can’t do that to a boob, can you?” 

Denki snorts out a laugh. 

“Yea, you’re right — tiddies do feel better. And it has indeed been a while since I got to touch one.” He dramatically wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye, a big pout on his lips as he turns to exist the storage. 

“Aww, poor Denki… Wanna cop a feel?” You can see him physically freeze up at these words, turning to give you a bewildered look. “I’m joking! Obviously. You that desperate, pretty boy?” 

You walk past him with a gleeful look on your face. 

The look in Kaminari’s eyes changes as soon as you’re out of sight, and he cannot wait to get his greedy hands on you. In fact, he was going to challenge himself and get between those plush thighs of yours by tonight. 

When the two of you are behind bar again, he continues to orbit close to you, watching videos on your phone over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin when he passes you a milk carton, caging you between his body and the bar while he reaches for something behind you. 

And every time you accidentally touched, you could feel electicity run down your spine and butterflies flutter in your stomach. His light amber eyes trailing down your body lit a fire in your lower belly. The day went on just like that — standing a bit too close to one another, making inappropriate jokes, flirting. And so came time to close and go home, riding in his car. 

“You done with the trash?” you ask as he takes his apron off. 

“Yeah, if you’re done with the floor we can head on out.” You head to the back of house together to grab your stuff from your lockers and lock up. 

“So, got any plans for tonight?” he asks, leaning on his locker while waiting for you to put your jacket on. 

Now that you’re officially off the clock, you take the time to pay attention to small details about the man — how long his eyelashes are, how he cockily half smiles at you, how veiny his forearms are. 

“No plans, no — I’m probably gonna end up watching Desperate Housewives with a glass of wine by myself.” 

And there you go — giving him another opportunity. 

“Oh you watch that too?” He’s excited, presenting this as an interest that not many share with him. “That’s basically my plan for the evening, except I was gonna get high instead of drinking.” Sharing with you that he smokes weed is also tactical; it indicates trust that you won’t misuse that information, and it also opens a gate for you to bond with him over weed if you smoke. 

“Oh, well...” And there you go, taking the bait. “If it’s not too forward of me to offer, I’ve got alcohol and pizza on speed dial, you have weed and good company. Maybe we can merge resources, watch tonight’s episode together?” 

Score.

“Sounds perfect.”

He places his hand at the small of your back as he leads you towards his car, being very caring and gentle — making you feel comfortable and safe, letting you open up to him. It was going to be a fun night for Denki. 

Your apartment is exactly what he envisioned: small but cozy, full of plants, color and art. The small space reflected your personality, a variety of interests on display, different styles clashing in every corner of the room. It was cute. And your chouch seemed very comfortable for eating pussy.

“Cute place.” 

“Thanks. I finally got the chance to decorate my own space however I want, so I went a bit crazy with it.” 

Kaminari doesn’t miss the emphasis in your voice; you lived for a long time with no control over small and insignificant things such as decor. You were frustrated. At the same time, he notes that now you seem to cling to control. He noticed it at work, too — you rarely gave yourself time off. Things are really looking up for the blonde man, and he can barely contain his wolfish smile as the gears in his head turn. You’d love to give up control, wouldn’t you? 

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll grab us some drinks and we can order pizza.” 

As you make way to the small kitchen, Denki takes two pre-rolled joints from a cigarette tin and places them on the table. Wine and weed should make you nice and pliable for him. You return with a glass of white wine and a cold beer. 

“I figured you’s prefer a beer over wine.” You offer with a smile, and he accepts. 

“How observant of you. I just wanna check first:Are you sure you want to mix alcohol and weed? Might hit you hard.” He shows concern, but it’s fake — the more crossfaded you are, the easier it would be for him to get you naked. 

“Yea I’m uh.. More practiced than I care to admit.” You give him a coy smile and sit next to him on the couch, phone in hand ready to order food. Once that is out of the way, you both finally lean back and relax on the couch, the episode of Desperate Housewives starting with a recap. 

“So, do you invite people you just met to your apartment to get stoned often, or..?” He offers jokingly as he lights one of the joints up. 

“No, just the pretty and charming ones.” You’re no longer being coy about it like you were at work; you like him, and you aregoing to make it known. 

“Oh, you think I’m pretty? So you only want me for my face?” He retorts with faux disappointment, eyes focused on yours intently, curious and full of desire. 

“Not just your face. You have pretty hands too.” You answer with a straight face, reaching for his hand that was holding the joint and pulling it towards yourself, taking a drag from the joint between his slender fingers. 

Denki swallows, the lust thick in his throat. The way your lips wrap around the joint is sinister, the eyecontact you maintain while doing it — electrifying. 

His body responds before his brain can process, leaning in towards you to capture the smoke from your lips with his own, inhaling it and placing his free hand at the back of your neck, keeping your lips close to his. 

Honey-colored eyes stare down at you as your cheeks begin to heat, mind and heart racing as your tongue darts to wet your lips and taste him. Screw your plan to just tease him, wind him up for a week or two, make him eager — you don’t have the patience for all that. You set your glass on the coffee table and close the gap between the two of you, pushing him back, straddling him. 

“Feeling bold tonight, sweetness?” He smiles up at you, letting you get your dose of control, let you simmer in the illusion that you initiated this, you took the lead. His free hand rests on your thigh, thumb drawing circles over your jeans, gently squeezing you. 

You don’t dignify him with a response as your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss, fingers carding through his blonde locks. He can tell how needy you are by the way your body moves — pulling his hair a bit harder than you should, nipping at his lower lip, canting your hips over his. You’re leaning into his every touch, almost aggressively taking what you want from him, claiming control. 

He smiles into the kiss and in one swift move shifts you to lay flat on your back on the couch, his larger frame towering over yours. 

“Don’t move.” He sounds almost like a different person as he yanks the control from you, and you obey. You lay still and watch him intently as he lights the joint again, taking a long drag and putting the joint back on the ashtray. 

Leaning down, he places his hand under your chin, parting your lips and blowing the smoke into your mouth. You inhale and hold your breath as he traces kisses down your jaw and collarbone, warm hands sneaking under your shirt. He only speaks after you slowly exhale the smoke.

“You’ve brightened my day, you know. Let me thank you properly.” 

His fingers trail down your body and unbutton your jeans, feather light kisses pressed against your tummy just above the hem of your pants. You don’t protest, so he continues his ministrations, pulling your shirt up above your head and leaving you in your pink lacy bra. He pushes one of the bra straps to the side and—

Ding dong!

The pizza has arrived. 

“Fuck–” He scrambles to his feet to go answer the door while you qucikly throw your shirt back on and head to the kitchen. Denki follows with pizzas in hand that he quickly discards on the table. 

“Are the pizzas cut? Do you need any sauce or—” You’re scooped up in his hands and pressed against the kitchen counter. His lips are on your again, insistent and needy. “Denk— The food?” 

“I was hoping for a different meal.” 

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he lifts you up to sit you on the marble counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he makes desire bubble inside you once more. 

Discarding your pesky shirt again, he wastes no time in removing your bra and cupping your breasts, lips enclosing around your pert nipple. 

“You’re right — much better than a bag of caramel sauce.” His words are barely above a whisper as he tweaks your nipple between thumb and index finger, leaving wet kisses across your sternum and stomach. His hands grip at the hem of your still unbuttoned jeans, and you follow his wordless instruction, lifting your hips and letting him slip the jeans off. 

There you were, practically naked on your kitchen counter while he, still fully dressed, devoured you with predatory eyes. Large hands rest on your bare thighs, and he gently spreads your legs and drags you closer to the edge of the countertop.

You’re pretty and soft, and you smell nice. Denki can’t help but wonder if you’ll taste sweet as well. A single digit traces the outline of your lacy thong, marveling at the wet spot forming on the material. Hooking his finger behind the material, he roughly pulls it upwards — the feeling isn’t exactly pleasant, but it doesn't hurt either; it’s simply not enough friction. You need more. Your nose and eyebrows scrunch, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, a pleading whine leaving your parted lips.

“Aw, I’m sorry pretty girl… I won’t tease you too much, promise.” 

Another quick peck to your lips and he sinks to his knees in front of you, eye level with your needy wet cunt. Pushing the pink fabric to the side, he inspects your pretty cunt, glistening with arousal. Kissing from the inside of your thigh and making his way to your core, all you can do is tug on his hair and hold on while he devours you whole. 

Kaminari finally delves his tongue into your heat, leaving a long stripe from your needy hole to your sensitive clit and then focusing on the latter. His tongue is gentle, teasing — like he has all the time in the world to enjoy this tasty treat, working you up until your body starts moving on its own against his tongue. Your head is so far up in the clouds that you probably aren’t even aware of how tightly you’re gripping his hair and how you’re moving your hips rhythmically against his mouth. 

You sound cute: breathless and whiny, softly begging under your breath, head tilted back in pleasure as the muscles in your thighs stiffen and your legs shake. Yet, Denki does not speed up, maintaining his languid pace and dangling true bliss right in front of your eyes. 

“F-fuuck… Denki, please...” 

Your heart is in your throat, and your body aches from the tension, you need release. You can feel the smirk on his lips as you beg him. 

At the peak of your high, delirious from the need to cum but not being given enough friction to tumble over the edge, Denki lifts two long, slender fingers to your wet cunt and slowly pushes them inside you, the feeling of being filled up driving the air out of your lungs. 

Quickly, Denki finds that spongy spot inside you and presses against it, moving his fingers right against it while his lips and tongue focus on your clit. 

It takes seconds for you to ascend, body going rigid as your muscles contract around his fingers and your orgasm is forced out of you with a strangled moan. He does not slow down. 

One strong arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you still while his mouth continues to ravage you, fingers slipping in and out with precision. He was intending to force another orgasm out of you without giving you time to recover from the first. 

Your arms and legs feeltingly and limp, and Denki has to support your weight all while eating you out like a man starved. His cock is painfully hard in his tight jeans, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum one more time on his face. 

You taste like wild honey, and your whiny pleas fuel him to keep going, marveling in the feeling of you becoming tighter and tighter for him, chest heaving erraticly and shaky fingers scratching at his arms and shoulders. You are about to come undone for him. 

Before your mind can respond to your body, the coil in your belly snaps, and you gush onto his fingers with a scream, squirting in his earger mouth as he licks up every clear droplet. He removes his fingers and helps you come down from your high with gentle kisses over your swollen clit and soft thighs. 

Your mind is spinning, but your ears register the sound of a belt unbuckling. Groggily opening your eyes, you are met with the image of him keeping his t-shirt tucked between his teeth as he fists his cock to the sight of you. His pupils are blown — only a thin ring of gold remaining. He closes the gap between you again, his warm length resting on your sticky cunt, slowly gliding between your folds. 

You open your mouth to ask if he has condoms, but he seems to have already read your mind. 

“Don’t have any on me, but I’m clean, and I won’t put it in.” His words are rushed, and he is far too entranced by the feel and sound of wetness to even look you in the eyes. 

You can’t even bother to argue, too tired and blissed out with a new sesnse of hunger growing in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instinctively move to meet his thrusts, the mushroom tip of his cockhead grinding into your sensitive clit, and you just want more. Tired hands reach out to him, thumb rubbing over his cheek as he leans into your touch, kissing your palm with his eyes shut as his hips thrust faster against your sloppy wet cunt. 

“Fuck, gorgeous, you have no idea how bad I wanna be inside ya.” He nips at your hand still resting on his cheek and growls lowly, frustrated by his own imagination of how snug you would feel around his cock. 

Drunk on his words and the previous two orgasms he forced out of you, you want him just as bad. Throwing all logic and reasoning out the window you use the last of your strenght to lift your hips and line him up to your entrance, slamming your hips down and taking his cock all at once with a yelp. 

“P-Please, please…” You mumble in a chant as your velvety walls spasm around his girth, mouth loosly hanging open and a bit of drool trickling down your chin. You were so beautifully fucked out, heavy eyelids giving you the most seductive look. 

Finally overcoming his shock and managing to stifle his impending orgasm, Denki moves his hips and curses under his breath at the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in. Grinning wolfishly at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, small hands gripping his sleeve for dear life, he angles his hips to thrust his cock right into your sweet spot making you scream his name in pleasure. 

God, if he hadn’t edged himself half to insanity, he’d want to stay buried in your warm cunt for the whole evening, but you felt so good, he knew he wouldn’t last. Hooking his arms under your knees and then linking his finger behind your neck he rams his cock fervently inside you. The angle change of this position made you feel him all the way in your stomach, your clit slapping against his pelvis with each thrust. Snaking a hand between your bodies you circle a finger over your clit to help yourself while he uses you as a fleshlight.

“That’s right sweetness, keep doing that, you need to cum one more time f’me. One more.” 

Folding you even more and slamming you on his cock he could feel your insides trying to push him out as a third orgasm washes over you, more clear liquid splashing against his abdomen as you cry out his name.

Letting you out of the headlock, he pulls out quickly, pumping his fist over his cock as his balls thighten, and he empties his seed all over your wet cunt, smearing his cum over your clit and folds with a relieved sigh.  

Still caging you in with his arms at your sides, he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“You good?” You answer with a weak nod, and he can’t help but chuckle at how exhausted you are reaching over for the kitchen paper. “Sorry, it’s the closest thing I can clean you up with.” 

After catching your breath and no longer being covered in sticky cum, post-nut clarity finally settles in, and you chew on your lower lip, anxiously pondering the consequences of your actions. 

“Don’t freak out, pretty girl.” He’s his usual charming self now, feline eyes crinkling in a smile. “You don’t want anything serious, nor do I, and if word gets out at work we’d be both in trouble. So, how about we keep this between us?” 

Offering you a perfect escape — the final part of his plan. You smile widely glad to know you’re both on the same page, the anxiety dying down. 

“Also, sorry to bust a load and hit the road, but my landlord has left me like 12 messages about some emergency at the flat so I think I should really go check it out, might be a flood.” He awkwardly scratches his neck, showing that he feels bad about this. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Go, I hope it isn’t flooded.” You turn to grab one of the abandoned pizzas on the table. “Why don’t you take this with you? You never got to eat it anyway. Won’t be as good as fresh pizza, but it’s something…” 

He grins widely, accepting the pizza and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you. I’ll see you at work then, newbie?” 

“See you then.” 

Escorting him to the door you lock it behind him and rest your back to the door taking a deep breath. 

Walking outside of your apartment complex, Denki pulls his phone out of his back pocket and dials a number under the name “Landlord Toshi”. 

“Hey man, thanks for always having my back with the apartment ‘emergencies.’” The blonde laughs into the phone. “Yea, I told you she was gonna be easy — fresh out of a relationship, wants to let loose and make up for lost time, constantly feels like she has to be in control so naturally gives the reins away when it comes to fucking. It was a fun little challenge.” 

“You dog.” The man on the other line chuckles and a bong can be heard in the background. “You gonna tap that again?” 

“Nah, she seems the type to catch feels.” Denki lights up the other joint in his cigarette tin and gets in his car, revving the engine. “Plus, the only reason I did this was to even the bet scores at work while Touya is still on vacation.”

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#unholytext.exe #denki kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari smut #denki smut #kaminari smut #bnha smut #mha smut #tw.dubcon #tw.manipulation #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol #tw.weed #slimeball collab #slimeball denki #slimebucks series

[minhavn]

Yeonjun who slowly manipulates his best friend and fucks her 😩😩

this is sick, i love it <3

"Keep going, sweetheart"

Yeonjun smiled, keeping his hold on thigh and digging his nails into your skin, leaving the reddening crescent like marks all over it.

Without missing a single beat, he pulled you closer and threw your leg over his shoulder, face an inch away as his nose barely touched yours.

"Are you close?" He bit his lower lip, still cannot believe how he was able to rail you on his bed with only a bottle of spiked beer and some cheesy pick up lines along with 'i love you' in-between.

"Don't hold your breath—I'm here to make you scream, okay?"

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #tw.manipulation #tw.corruption #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol

[writtenwillow]

Muse ⇥ Louis Piquet, 21-28, He/Him, Bisexual, Underground Fighter/Dealer. Connection ⇥ Fling that's becoming something a little more serious... something Louis fears/doesn't really understand because he isn't big on relationships. Plot ⇥ In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I'll write you a starter based on the song. You chose #28 (Sympathy by To Close To Touch) for no specified muses. Open To  ⇥ Closed starter for @musicallyiinclined.

"There's a sickness living inside me... you can spare me all your sympathy." Louis spoke as he stood in the doorway to Tanner's apartment. Perhaps he shouldn't have shown up to the mans house unannounced with no idea if his roommate was home or not but he couldn't help himself. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the fact that he had mixed it with a Xanax or two but the man was allowing his feelings to get the better of him and at the moment they were devouring him, forcing his fight or flight instincts to kick in and Louis had long ago decided that flight wasn't an option anymore.

#|Louis Piquet ● Tanner Haywood| #|Louis Piquet ● Threads| #[ooc - When I saw this was the song you got I couldn't not do them... this song simply screams Louis.] #tw.alcohol #tw.drugs

[nkogneatho]

funny how all the good ideas come flowing like a river when i smoke a blunt

#i love weed!! disassociating is my fav thing #tw.drugs #pasi.txt

[ndcultureis]

dpdr culture is having never drunk or taken drugs but feeling like you're always drunk or high for no reason because reality is so blurry

.

#neurodivergent culture #mod milo #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol

[azurexsnake]

This City is a Graveyard

Reader x Millions Knives

Gender Things: Fem!Reader. Knives uses ‘her’ for Reader once. Reader dresses fem and is described as curvy. Reader has a vagina (that is not made direct reference to) and a prosthetic strap (referred to as a penis/cock).

CW: DARK!!!!! DEAD DOVE. Morally ambiguous reader, dom!reader, sub!knives, virgin!knives, toxic relationship, death in reader’s backstory, fem physical descriptions used for knives’ body, body modding (reader has a lost tech detachable dick they can feel through), petnames (angel and princess -> knives)

TW: Drugging (Reader -> Knives), Lethal Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon AF (Knives has an implied soft spot for Reader but…….), Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Fuck or Die, Vaginal Penetration (Reader -> Knives), Choking, Degradation, Mocking Praise, Sadism, Virginity, Implied incestuous feelings (Knives -> Vash), Implied passing out due to Overstimulation

All my works are set to registered users only to prevent A.I. scraping. Thank you for understanding. Support your human artists.

#reader x nai #reader x kni #reader x knives #reader x millions knives #reader x trigun #fem!reader #dom!reader #tw.drugs #tw.dubcon #tw.dubious consent #tw.body modding #tw.body modification #tw.virginity #tw.xenophilia #tw.sadism #tw.choking #tw.overstimulation #tw.incest #you get bonus points if you know the song this fic is named after #cuz I’m fully obsessed with it #top!reader #trigun smut

[miupow]

⭑𓂃 GETTING STONED W/ TXT .ᐟ ୭ ˚. [ HEADCANONS]

☆〜（ゝ。∂）txt x gn!reader ⋆ cw// drugs/marijuana mentions! sfw, tooth rotting fluff <𝟑 kissing, cuddling, implied established relationships

⤷ what i imagine it's like smoking with the boys . . .

연준 YEONJUN

i imagine him high is a lot like him drunk lol

soft, sleepy, cuddly and just the biggest baby whining that he wants kisses now

likes using your lap as a pillow for his head, the type to nuzzle his face in your belly and wrap his arms tight around you-- won't you play with his hair? tell him what an amazingwonderfulhandsome boyfriend he is?

tries very hard not to fall asleep on you but fails every time

pls take care of him :(

finds the other boys annoying when they're high lol but still does it with them because they're his baby brothers and he loves them no matter how much they piss him off <33

cannot smoke without you because he'd spend the entire sesh going "where's my baby?? i wanna see my baby, i miss them so much :(("

수빈 SOOBIN ⭑𓂃

the kind to just stare blankly at the wall for hours

"bin, you okay?" "uh huh..."

probably gets sensory overload easily, don’t have too much going on at once or he’ll get a headache :<

soogyu is my dream blunt rotation im gonna be honest they're so fucking funny they just be sayin shit

high bin says the some of funniest things you've ever heard in your life but he has no idea he's even being funny

"why are you laughing at me??? :(("

gasps when you tell him you love him even though you tell him every day

“REALLY??? I LOVE YOU TOO!!!”

will get into the dumbest arguments, especially with gyu?? “what do you think would happen if you put a werewolf on the moon…” “what the hell is wrong with you??”

“no, dumbass, that’s not even how ufos work. look it up.”

범규 BEOMGYU ⭑𓂃

true delulu headcanon time here but hear me out okay

he's so crazy adhd brain high energy when he's sober but i feel like when he's stoned he's so. chill?

put a movie on or something and he'll be quiet for hours he's just so transfixed by the moving colors and lights

just wants to cuddle with you in silence or like. talk about deep shit

you honestly kind of love it because you'll have conversations about your future and your relationship that gyu wouldn't take seriously sober

he's very upfront and straightforward with his feelings when he's stoned, which is so unlike him

says some corny shit with stars in his eyes like "i wanna spend forever with you" and then regrets it later because he sounded like a dweeb

he's so whipped for you and he can't hide it :<

let him lay on your chest, playing with his long pretty hair, calling him beomie while he looks up at you with hazy, unfocused but so in love eyes

again soogyu = dream blunt rotation gyu is so funny

“do crabs think fish are flying??” type mf i love him very much

태현 TAEHYUN ⭑𓂃

this might be an unpopular opinion but tyun is absolutely the biggest stoner out of the five of them

i feel like he would smoke to relax, not necessarily to get high-- he's on stress overdrive 24/7, especially during comeback season,, he smokes to finally make his brain go quiet for at least a night

big social smoker but also enjoys smoking alone or just with you

i see him the most like his sober self, quiet and content and not really paying much attention to anything

normally you have to fight him to get his picture taken but when he's stoned he'll just let you shove a camera in his face and you love it sm,, "tyunnie!! baby! smile!"

very content with letting you sit on his lap while he zones out, nuzzling his neck-- he loves feeling needed, loves taking care of you

thinks everyone else is very entertaining, just enjoys watching his brothers act like idiots

he's such a bottled up guy, doesn't like to show or talk about how he's feeling ;; but he'll open up easily once you get him loosened up

휴닝카이 HUENING KAI ⭑𓂃

i want to smoke with this boy so bad. it's not even funny.

he's so cuddly and sweet and giggly,,, i lob him,,

he gets too out of it to kiss you so he makes your plushies kiss eachother instead hehe

kiss his freckles :< just give him so many smooches all over his face while he laughs that it tickles

spooning is a need not a want. he'd rest his chin on the top of your head and hold you soso close while you lay on his bed watching a movie ;;

like soobin he probably gets overstimulated easily,, he needs the lights off and he likes when you wear soft/fuzzy clothes,, ur his plushie now :<

will not let you get up for anything at all. will literally follow you to the bathroom and wait outside of the door like a puppy

SOOO much skinship he needs to touch and be touched so badly

goes totally nonverbal when he's stoned. will not say a word for hours

TUMMY RUBS also lays his head on your belly ;;

thinks literally everything is funny. show him a picture of like. a horse and he'd laugh at it

#ɱเµρσω𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ౨ৎ #tw.drugs #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #soobin fluff #beomgyu fluff #taehyun fluff #hueningkai fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun soft thoughts #soobin soft thoughts #soobin soft hours #beomgyu soft thoughts #beomgyu soft hours #taehyun soft hours #taehyun soft thoughts #hueningkai soft hours #hueningkai soft thoughts

[goldentwst]

hello! can I please req vil + no.1 from the prompt? thank you!!!

1. 🔪🚫 Your fave is a closet pervert. What does their behavior look like behind closed doors?

Pairing: Yandere!Vil x afab GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) Warning(s): Yandere, Non-consensual drug consumption, Non-con oral

“Vil,” you uttered, a hand to your temple as you entered his room. “I don’t suppose you have anymore of that headache medicine, do you?”

Having found him situated in front of the vanity, Vil turned towards you, a look of exasperation creasing his expression. “Again? That’s the third time this week.”

You offered an apologetic smile when you closed the door behind you and made yourself comfortable on the love seat at the foot of his bed. “I know, but nothing works faster. Plus, I tried to wait this one out, but it’s been an hour and it still hasn’t gone away. I’m dying here.”

“You waited an hour?” Vil huffed, reaching for a vial in one of his drawers before standing and making his way to you. “What did I tell you about those headaches?? If they last more than five minutes, you’re to find me immediately. I swear, you have the worst time taking care of yourself.”

You chuckled before wincing, the pressure inside your head heavier than before. Like a mallet constantly thumping against the inside of your skull. “Hey, I have been taking care of myself… mostly. I go to bed on time and drink water when I can.”

Vil only studied you for a moment before waving his hand, a silent gesture to let you know you were free to get comfortable. “You’re so simple. You’re lucky the ingredients for this are so plentiful. Otherwise, you might actually have to face the consequences of your actions for once.”

I’ve heard him say that before, you thought, only rolling your eyes after you stood up, turned around, and shuffled to his bedside. Despite his lectures, Vil was still helping you and even offered his bed and hard-earned potion for your recovery, so you couldn’t exactly be mad at him.

Honestly, you didn’t know what you would do without him. One day, everything had been completely fine, the next, you would get this splitting headache that seemed to appear from out of nowhere and neither the school nurse nor any of the teachers could pinpoint as to why you were getting these weekly occurrences.

But all had been improved when Vil caught sight of you doubled over in the courtyard one afternoon, one of your fancy new headaches having rendered you too immobile to attend class.

Vil told you his offered method wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but it would ease the pain, and out of everything? That’s what you wanted the most. You couldn’t take this ongoing pressure thrumming from the inside of your head anymore. Sometimes, it felt like someone had filled your brain with lead. Temporary or not, you would take what you could get.

As per the routine, Vil handed you the small vial filled with a teal liquid. Despite being a quick-fix potion, it actually tasted pretty good and went down smoothly. Soon enough, you were removing your shoes and lying back on Vil’s bed, waiting for the effect of the medicine to kick in. It surprised you the first time around when Vil offered for you to do so while you waited, but the process felt like therapy at this point and you were just happy to have a moment of calm after such an arduous experience.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Vil said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and observe your shift in condition.

“Mm, I won’t,” you replied, closing your eyes and relishing in the bliss of a fading headache. This was always the most satisfying part. All the pain, all the throbbing, just dissipating into nothingness. Although, maybe nothingness wasn’t the right word. It was always better than that. You would probably describe the feeling as none other than warm, and calmative. Like nothing could possibly bother you.

Which was exactly what Vil wanted you to feel.

“You’re such a handful, you know that?” He gently sighed, reaching his hand out to pop the buttons of your uniform’s jacket. Like undressing someone who was drunk, he went down the row of fasteners, doing the same to your vest, followed by your collared shirt and bra. Yet, the actions only made you laugh as he pulled the layers from your arms and discarded them to the floor.

“I promise I won’t be too long. I don’t even feel it anymore.” You smiled, seemingly unaware of how vulnerable your top half was.

Of course, Vil had to pause, forgoing a sliver of his composure to place his hand on the lay of your stomach, his nails dragging up to palm at one of your breasts. The glass containing his composure spilled a few more drops when you involuntary mewled upon his touch. In response, Vil emitted an eager noise of his own before climbing onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs.

As unsightly as it was, Vil had to swallow a few times to prevent himself from over-salivating onto you, the rise and fall of your bare chest enticing him more than any delicacy could possibly offer. He hadn’t even the chance to taste you, yet the blood steadily rushing to his cock throbbed under his dorm uniform. Not that the blood wasn’t rushing to his face either. No blush he owned could paint his cheeks and ears so vividly red.

With hot, quivering breath, Vil lowered his head to latch onto your nipple, applying slow circles to the bud with his tongue. He moaned upon doing so, uncaring when he briefly pulled back and found the stain of his lipstick marking your breast. If anything, it spurred him further as he shifted to kiss your other nipple, leaning back to admire how the two mirrored each other now.

“This really does ease my pain,” you said casually, making him flicker his gaze to you. “I wish the nurse had something like this.”

Vil smiled coyly, his fluster still present as he shifted his body to cup your face with both his hands, utilizing a little more pressure than necessary. “But they can’t because the drugs used are native to the Land of Pyroxene, and only someone who’s lived there knows how to grow them.”

“Oh, really?” You rose a brow, earning Vil’s grin.

“Yes, and you want to know the effects they can have on a person?”

You lethargically nodded your head, intrigued.

Vil almost simpered. “Delusions of comfort, faulty listening comprehension, enhanced pleasure. Of course, it comes with its version of side effects, too: chronic headaches, amnesia, dizziness, just to name a few. Which is a shame really considering the addicting properties of the drug. It’s difficult to stop craving it once you’ve had a taste.”

Not that you comprehended even a hint of what Vil had just told you. But he couldn’t care less, the dorm leader was positively enamored with the wide-eyed stare you were giving him, coupled with that adoring mouth of yours curled into a small smile. Vil beamed, plunging his lips against yours as he used the grasp on your face to angle your head better. Vil molded his mouth against yours, breathing through his nose and pressing deeper. You had but a moment to inhale before he latched on again, his tongue leaving no room for you to push back as he lapped against the roof of your mouth, the feeling warm yet invasive.

Another beat of blood traveled up the veins of his cock, straining against his pants and instinctively making him rub against you in slow, agonizing strokes.

“…Just a bit more,” he muttered through your heavy kiss, his hand briefly traveling from your face to the heat between your legs.

Reluctantly, however, he pulled himself back, your lips and the parts of your skin surrounding them smudged with red. Vil likely bore a similar appearance but cared little for that aspect of his session with you. After all, things were about to get a little messier.

Roughly tugging off the bottom portion of your clothes, Vil spared no time biting the hem of your panties to pull them down your legs until they were dangling from his lips. From there, he neatly folded them before sliding the garment behind the collar of his robe for safekeeping.

Afterward, his eyes narrowed down on the slick of your sex, breath catching in his throat while his heart pounded against his ribcage. Wasting no more time, he gripped the flesh of your thigh and delved down to press kisses along the skin, his mouth eventually reaching the center between your legs and licking up a stripe with the flat of his tongue. Vil needed a moment to steady himself once he tasted you. It didn't matter how many times he had eaten you before, you always had this effect on him, and every session was better than the last.

Again and again, Vil drew his tongue over your cunt, momentarily pausing to suck on your clit and force wanton noises from your throat, ones you didn't even know you were making. He carved the sounds into his heart like a well-memorized song as he continued to lap the entrance to your sex.

"V-Vil," you panted, the pieces of your comprehension never having registered why you were so out of breath. "I'm glad that you-" your breath hitched- "glad that you could help me out. I was so worried about having to endure that sort of pain all the time..."

Vil slowly traveled his gaze to your face, mouth still latched onto you.

However, you continued speaking, your breathing evening out just the slightest. "So, thank you. You're my hero."

Pausing in his ministrations, Vil rose his head from in between your legs as his thumb shifted to wipe the excess of your secretions from the corner of his lip. His eyes gave little to no indication behind his expression as he regarded your exposed form.

With a sigh, he crawled over you like he had done once before, your own gaze following his movement but not acknowledging it. For just a bit longer, he stared you down, that haze in your eyes reflecting just how much you really knew.

Resigning himself, Vil craned his neck to press his forehead against yours, the strands of his hair tickling your skin as he closed his eyes, the warmth of your body consuming his better judgment.

"And I always will be."

#goldentwst writing prompts #n/sfw #yandere #yandere twst #yandere vil schoenheit #tw.noncon #tw.drugs #ask to tag #azzberry #thank you for the request! #I hope it’s alright that the gn reader is afab since I wanted to work with some body parts #got a little indulgent partway through lmao #I probably used ‘closed doors’ subjectively #as long as the reader isn’t aware of the charas behavior I would hope that counts

[sukunasstarlight]

starting yapping abt arthur selfship shit i need to go pinterest that is ENOUGH

#it’s been a while since i had weed. this syrup’s kicking in faster than expected #shouting in the void #tw.drugs #tw.weed #only in the tags but still dhshgehehdh

[minhavn]

BULLY BEOMGYU!!!

yes

"You whore!"

Beomgyu hissed into your ear, groping your left breast through your thin crop top as he trapped you under his figure on his bed.

Under the influence of the drug he slipped into your drink, it wasn't easy for you to recognise his face and voice, experiencing the moment as if it was a fever dream where everything could happen with no rules to hold your sanity.

Hooking his thumb under your miniskirt and lingerie, he took them off swiftly and undressed you under a minute — staring at your curves as he traced them with his palm, memorising the moment that you would never remember.

"If only you could shut the fuck up and dress up like a nun you were."

He gritted his teeth, spreading your legs wide enough to show him the view of your glistening folds, running his fingers and began to circle your clit with his thumb before spreading your hole wider and pushed two digits inside, coating them with your juice as he pressed your sweet spot and pulled them out.

"Then, this would never happen."

He smirked, smearing your juice over your chest as he pushed his cock inside — watching how your eyes lit up with excitement he never found whenever you saw in at the college, pinning your hips onto the sheet as he began to toy with your clit while his tip hitting and rubbing against your cervix.

"Aww, begging for more, aren't you?"

He chuckled darkly, watching you licking your fingers and playing with your clit before cumming for a few times on his cock as he filled you up — pulling out to look at the pooling cum under your now puffed up pussy before taking a picture inside a gallery and named it as 'day 23'.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #beomgyu smut #tw.slut shaming #tw.alcohol #tw.drugs #tw.noncon #tw.record

[ofallthingsnasty]

hi! id like to request for the event

“but what if I choose to leave?” (with yandere giran or something dark)

went with giran 💕 nothing but love for our sleazy old man

tw. fem reader, implied drugging, inappropriate quirk usage, yandere

MILESTONE CHARACTER INTERACTION EVENT

"'Choose to leave'? Sweetheart, you're acting like I'm keepin' you here against your will.” His eyes light up alongside the cigarette between his fingers as he takes a drag, perched behind his desk without a care in the world.

As always, he’s mocking you. That little smile as he pushes the smoke through the gap of his teeth, the curl of his lips when he opens his mouth afterward to say something, the light in his eyes as he looks at you over the edge of his glasses - he isn’t taking you seriously and it immediately makes anger flare up in your chest, hot and sharp. “Really wonder where you’re getting all these silly ideas from, woman”, he says and laughs a little at his own words. “Reading too much, are you?”

"I don’t think this is funny.” And you don’t. You can’t quite remember the last time you slept at your own apartment, hell, the last time you went to work. What day is it? How long have you been with him? At least a couple of days, maybe more than a week? It's dizzying and you feel like you have been here before - everything is weirdly familiar but you can't place your finger on it. You aren’t even wearing your own clothes, he put you in something scratchy, garishly colored number you’ve never seen in your life. You stare at each other for a second, his smile suddenly a little strained behind the smoke. He shakes his head at his desk, clicking his tongue in disbelief before making a sweeping gesture with his right hand. He’s looking for excuses, you just know it.

"You worry too much", he murmurs and subtly rolls his eyes as if you aren't standing right in front of him, as if you aren't genuinely distressed underneath your sharp voice. 

"Do I?", you shoot back and cross your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what you mean, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you - only you aren’t too sure of it. Something is off and only he can be the source.  Giran scoffs.  “Always so dramatic, you’re gonna make my heart give out one of these days”, he says and takes a long drag from his cigarette before tipping the ash off.

"You're avoiding my question", you snap back, not backing down now. 

“Alright, alright. If it irks you that much, go. Can’t believe it’s too much of me to want to have you around for a little while. ”, he says and throws his hands up in defeat, both defensive and dismissive. He stumps out the cigarette with a little too much force and scratches his chin in contemplation, clearly not done yet. "But at least give your old man a kiss before you go home. Don't like it when you stay mad at me, you know that." The demand is so off-color it makes you physically recoil.

"Are you serious?"

"Does it hurt you?", he shoots back,  "Never said you couldn't leave, darling. Don't be like that now, hm?" “You’ll be lucky if I ever come back after this”, you say and you mean it. You’re so mad at him it takes everything you have not to strangle him right here, right now. He laughs. Again. “Aw, you’re just angry with me now. ‘Said that the last time, too.”

Your brow twitches. “I-”, you want to protest, want to slap that sly smile off his face but he is right. You did come crawling back after your last big fight, although you only remember it now that he’s mentioning it. How long has it been? You don’t even remember why you had fought.

One knowing look and you fold like a wet paper bag, ashamed and ridiculed. You feel like a child caught in a lie, small and pathetic. “See? Always so quick to fire, aren’t you?”, he smiles and gets up. You barely manage a step back before he’s right in front of you, his hand reaching for your face, a gesture you know all too well. He sighs.

The telltale clink of metal on metal jingles away at your cheek as he caresses it and you can’t stop yourself from sinking a little into his touch. He can be so good to you, but something is off - you need some distance, some time to think-

Everything turns hazy.

Your anger subsides with the sensation and you have to keep your head from lulling into his hand with all its weight. It’s nice, calming and completely makes you lose track of the whirlwind of thoughts that had made your mind spin just seconds earlier. Giran smiles down at you, warm and reassuring.

"Keeping you? Ridiculous...", he murmurs, his voice soft and eyes dark. "I’m not doing anything, darling.” You hum in response, still wrapped in cotton and more focused on his necklace than anything else. When he pulls his hand away you have half a mind not to chase it but he quickly placates you with an arm around your shoulders and a kiss to your temple. He smells like smoke and coffee and something sweet and you melt into his touch. It feels nice. Nice and safe.

"C'mon, sit down and have a drink with me", he laughs as your head swims and you can only manage to give him a loopy smile in response. “I certainly need one.”

#tw.yandere #tw.fem reader #tw.drugs #yandere giran #giran x reader #giran #yandere bnha #character interactions event #thank you!! this is long overdue but it was so fun... i need him hhhh

[nkogneatho]

oh oh oh what if gojo comes home to you acting so weird and clingy, wanting to be fucked and creampied, asking him to just give you his pretty babies and he's so confused because you're not like this even on the nights your horny. and then he finds out you took an aphrodisiac instead of a contraceptive

#let me cook #pasi.txt #tw.drugs