#tw: drug mention

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

#mushy writes .𖥔 ݁ ˖ #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #fluff #one piece fluff #pining #tw: drug mention #m.luffy #m.op #battle scarred;

[ninjasmudge]

that bull clone just lives like that now

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #sun wukong #six eared macaque #red son #qi xiaotian #lady bone demon #lmk nezha #long xiaojiao #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #video #mk video #my art #mk animation #tw: drug mention #it was a chaos emerald tho SURPRISE

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Meeting.

TW: Drug Mention, Non-Con, Dub-Con, alcohol, toxic relationship

Note: L/N = Last name

The air was turning crisp from the Chang of seasons, you were bundled up in a fuzzy blue sweater your grandma had made you as a collage gift. The campus was huge, you had to speed walk to make it to your English Class.

You entered the large building, heading to your normal classroom, sitting in your usual spot, pulling out your books. You felt someone push behind you, and heard them settle next to you. The bell rung, and the professor walked up to the front of the class, clearing his throat.

“ good evening class. We have a new student in our class, but most certainly not new to the school. Ms.Shelly, why don’t you introduce yourself, I’m sure you don’t need one though. “

Your teacher slightly pointed up near you, looking over it was the person who sat next to your. She was a taller girl, with pale skin and thick blonde locks. She glared down at the professor, she had the iciest blue eyes you had seen.

“ my names Vanessa Shelly, I’m a Law Major, and newly elected president of Kappa Theta, surprisingly the only Sorority house in this stupid college. “

Her voice echoed in the hall, your heart raced, she was strong, intimidating, and beautiful. The Professor scoffed, heading to his desk.

“ it’s good we only have one, we can hardly keep your in control “

“ Watch your mouth. I’ll say some shit you didn’t even know where words. “

Vanessa barked down, before sitting down silently. The professor ignored her, and put the day’s assignments on the white board, it was just some reading and writing, nothing bad. You pulled out your notebook, and flipped through the pages, going back to your short story page, carefully writing your make it fluent.

You hummed, before feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Looking over, it was Vanessa.

“ so. What are we supposed to be doing? “

“ oh, we’re writing our short stories, do you want help with yours? “

“ oh it’s the free period here too? Sweet. “

Vanessa leaned back in her seat, and began to scroll through her phone. You akwardly chuckled, looking back at her.

“ well, uhm no. If you need help I’d be happy too- “

“ don’t. I only do shit if it’s important, like a quiz. “

She side eyed you, before smirking.

“ your pretty cute for a nerd. What’s ya name. “

“ O-Oh! Y/N, Y/N L/N. Why are you in an English class if you’re a law major? “

“ needed the credits. God you are gorgeous~ “

Vanessa held your chin, chuckling slightly. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling yourself grow hot.

“ She’s also my Star Pupil, so I’d be happy if you didn’t infect her “

The professor called up. Embarrassed, you tried to pull back, but Vanessa kept her hold, pulling you even closer.

“ Mind your fucking business asshole. You’re fucking lucky I show up. “

He didn’t even attempt to respond. Vanessa turned her attention back to you, her eyes half lidded, but glistening in the light.

“ Kappa Theta is holding an opening party later, anyone who’s interested to join is welcome. Why don’t you stop by, I’m sure you’d be a delight to have there~ “

“ N-no I couldn’t, I’m not into that stuff. “

“ but your into my stuff, i saw you looking at me..what, do I look good? “

You blushed again, and Vanessa laughed, letting you go. You turned back to your assignment, trying to write again. Vanessa slid you over a small peice of paper with the adress.

“ cmon, dress pretty, you’ll have a amazing time baby~ “

You nodded, finally able to settle down and finish your assignment you were already planning what you should wear, not that you had anything like she wore, but you’d make an attempt.

*~*

You showed up to the address,you could hear the music already blaring from inside the white and pink house. You tugged on your white blouse, and fixing your black legging, before knocking on the door.

The door swung open, a shorter blonde greeted you.

“ heyyy, welcome to Kappa Theta. Names Caroline. Who invited you? “

“ oh uh, hi. I’m Y/N..Vanessa Shelly Invited me. She gave me the address in our English class “

The girl turned around into the house.

“ Hey Nessa! Your English girl is hereee “

You looked into the house, watching as the tall blonde stumbled into the mud room of the house, looking up at you.

“ Y/N~ come on in, I’ve been waiting for you. “

You smiled, nodding at Caroline before heading in, wiping you feet and walking up to Vanessa.

“ hi Vanessa..I hope this is alright, it’s one of the nicest outfits I have. “

“ god don’t you look adorable, I love it. Cmon, you’re my special guest tonight, you can hang out with me. “

Vanessa lead you into the living room, it was a rather large room, two couches, one on each side of the room, a large TV that was playing some sports game, and a few coffee tables that you supposed had been moved around. Vanessa sat down on the larger of the two couches, patting the spot next to her for you to sit.

You sat down next to her, and she pulled you into her, playing with your hair while she watched the party. Vanessa was rather…handsy, but you didn’t mind too much.

“ do you want a drink sweetheart? We practically have every alcohol on earth. “

“ uhm, maybe just a high noon? I’m not too worried about flavor. “

“ HEY, GET MY GIRL A HIGH NOON “

You jumped slightly when Vanessa shouted into the kitchen, a red headed man came out and tossed you the can. You opened it and drank slowly. The room around you blared with music, and lights flashed. It was rather overstimulating, but you stayed quiet. Suddenly, a girl walked up to you two, fidgeting akwardly.

“ h-hey Vanessa do you..got it? “

“ how much you got? “

Vanessa rustled through her purse, the girl infront of you pulled out a wad of cash.

“ Y/N will you count that for me real quick please? “

You nodded, taking the cash, counting quickly, it was all one’s.

“ 50 bucks. “

“ you fucking with me Cindy? “

You looked back up at the girl, Cindy. Her eyes pleaded, you where concerned on what they where taking about, and what she was even trying to buy.

“ your lucky I got a little something. But next time it won’t be this cheep. “

Vanessa tossed a very small bag to Cindy, you could see a loose white powder inside and gasped. When the girl left, you stared at Vanessa.

“ was that crack? “

“ yeah. “

“ You a law major?? Trying to be a lawyer?? “

Vanessa held your chin again, giving you that smile you fell for before.

“ don’t worry about it, no one ever finds out…cmon..relax, it’s a party after all. “

You went quiet, drinking your alcohol again. A horde of girls led into the living room by Caroline,you felt Vanessa grip on your shoulders tighten, and you could see here eyes darken.

“ Vanessa, these…lovely..group of ladies wish to enlist in our lovely sorority. “

“ I see…well..what brings you all to join? “

The girls chuckled amongst themselves, pushing one up to talk for them.

“Well, we just wanna fully enjoy college life, so why not join The Soroity. Is there some initiation or something? “

Vanessa chuckled, standing up. Your stomach twisted with what she’d do, but she seemed so polite, she wouldn’t hurt them, right?

“ yeah, here. “

Vanessa lead the girls into the kitchen, you quickly got up and follow them. Vanessa bent down behind her kitchen island, pulling out 4 bottles of scotch.

“ if yall can finish these off without cheating, you can join. Bailey, make sure you watch them. Let’s go sweetheart “

Vanessa’s tone was harsh, and you followed her back to the couch, sitting with her again. You stomach twisted at the thought of drinking that much scotch.

“ are you gonna make me do that? “

“ no, never! You’re my honorary member, besides, those girls won’t get past the second bottle. No one ever does. Well, no freshman does. “

Vanessa wrapped her arm around you shoulder, her other hand on your thigh. You hated to admit it, but you liked her, she was gorgeous, and she clearly liked you. You never let anyone touch you as much as she was touching you.

“ soo…Y/N…have you ever..been touched? “

Vanessa asked softly, making small circles with her finger nail on your thighs. You chuckled, glancing off.

“ no..n-not by someone else…”

“ but have you touched yourself~? “

You felt embarrassment rush through your veins, you gripped your blouse again, before letting yourself nod.

“ w-when my roommate’s not home..”

“ yeah? What do you do? You seem like you love a bit of grinding~ “

You squeezed your legs together, burring your face in your hands. You hated this feeling, but it burned in your stomach, it made you feel something, and you’ve never felt like it before.

“ aww..don’t be flustered beautiful…I haven’t had anyone else touch me either, only my own two fingers..and maybe a toy or two~ “

She pulled you closer to her, sitting you on her lap. She traced her fingers up and down your waist, eyeing your chest.

“Cmon…tell me beautiful~ “

“ I-i..I grind on my pillow when my roommate’s not there…sometimes I just m-m…masterbait..”

“ fuck..”

Vanessa pulled you in and kissed you deeply, running her fingers messily through your hair. You pulled back quickly, your heart raced from the rush of the kiss.

“ come on baby…you know you want it…I can take such good care. “

You contemplated the options, you hadn’t had such a feeling ever. You pushed yourself back into her, kissing her gently. She smirked, gripping your hips as she kissed you harder.

“ how about me and you head upstairs…let me take care of that body of yours…”

You only answered in a nod, and Vanessa was dragging you through the living room, and up the stairs. She lead you into the her room, it was painted pink, with a large bed in the middle. A white vanity was on one side, and a large cabinet on the other side, along with posters and other things around the room. She pushed you into the bed, pulling off your blouse and tossing it aside. She pulled your bra off aswell, putting it specifically on her vanity.

“ fuck..look at those tits…”

She began to fondle you, dragging her thumbs gently across each nipple. You whimpered slightly, and she laughed

“ don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you…”

She turned around and stripped off her top and bra, tossing them both near your blouse. She began to work down her skirt, before stopping, turning to you.

“ you wanna help me get these off~? “

You quickly nodded, reaching up to the waistband and slowly pulling them down, admiring her panties. She chuckled, teasingly playing with her waistband.

“ cmon L/N…these too “

You pulled them down at her, practically panting at the sight of her pussy only a few inches from your face.

“ good girl~ now let me get yours. “

Vanessa pushed you down, pulling off your leggings and panties at once. She put your panties ontop of your bra, and threw the leggings aside. Finally, you two sat in the silence of the room, starting at eachothers nude bodies.

“ well, I won’t waste anymore time. Sit still. “

Vanessa turned, digging through her vanity. You watched her grab something, and slide something up her legs. She turned around, she wore a bright pink strap. You blushed profusely, looking away entirely. Vanessa pushed you down, and kissed up your neck, biting down on your shoulders and leaving hickeys on every open part of your skin from your neck down.

“ oh so beautiful…god I’ll enjoy this…”

“ n-Nessa please be gentle…I-I’ve never taken something like this. “

She quickly covered your mouth with her palm, growling into your ear.

“ stay fucking quiet, your mine right now…the only noises I want to hear coming from you are moans. “

Vanessa held your legs open, dragging the tip through your folds, before plunging in. You let out a moan of pleasure, and immediately gripped the bedsheets. Vanessa thrusted into you, her pelvis hitting you with a wet slap.

“ god..for a fucking virgin you sure are soaking. .”

She hooked your legs over her shoulders, and thrusted into you harder, keeping her steady pace while also ruining you. Tears had already began to swell in your eyes, the size was ripping you apart, your moans were practically screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

“ v-Vanessa! Oh god I-it hurts!! I can’t do this..I can’t please s-stop! “

She ignored you, instead thrusting into you harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers gripped your waist, leaving dark bruises from the pressure, her nails leaving marks just above the bruises.

“ Fuck. Fuck your good. God you..pathetic fucking whore …”

“ Vanessa p-please!! I can’t do this please please please stop!! I can’t I can’t do this “

You felt the sting of a slap on your ass, and with a few finally aggressive thrusts, you cum. Your moans are ruined, you can hardly control your own breathing. She pulled out for a moment, panting, before grinding through your folds again.

“ n-no…please n-not again…”

“ you won’t even feel it after your third round..now be a good girl for me and shut up. “

And with a single thrust, you were moaning again, gripping to the sheets again, looking up at the face who only moments ago was looking at you with such love. It was going to be a long night.

*~*

The sun peaked through the blinds, and made you awake. You shot up, panting, holding the covered over your nude body. You could hardly remeber last night, only that you had to of been 6 rounds deep before you were absolutely screaming for her to stop. Vanessa was stil asleep next to you. You got up quickly, grabbing your phone from your leggings pocket, you missed two of your classes already, and actively late in English.

“ fuck fuck I’m dead- I’m dead- “

You turned to grab your undergarments from the vanity, but they were missing, she must of moved them somewhere. You didn’t have time to deal with that, you slowly slid the leggings and blouse back on. You could still see hickeys and bruises around you neck, you quickly turned to her cabinet, digging through and grabbing the first full hoodie you could find, throwing it on. You then slid your shoes on, and dashed out the front door, not even caring to look back.

You ran down through the campus, skidding into your English class, moments too late. The dismissal bell had rung, you had missed one of your most important classes.

“ Ms L/N. I wasn’t to shocked to see you missed. I already emailed your other professors and said you had slept in late and had gotten sick, sit. “

Your professor spoke, point towards the chair near his desk. You sat, guilt ate at you like a dog who hadn’t been fed in days.

“ you went to that party, didn’t you. “

“ she wanted me to…I didn’t know what was going to happen. “

“ what did happen, Ms L/N. “

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what she’d do if you told, but you didn’t want to find out.

“ we know what happens. I will tell you now, Ms L/N. She is a parasite, and she has latched on. You need to stop seeing her if you have any chance off successfully graduating in three years “

“ but I just missed today! And trust me I’m really sorry, but it won’t happen again, I promise! “

Your professor stood up sighing, heading towards the door to let you go.

“ you have a bright future, don’t let her ruin it. Have a good day Y/N, you are excused from the rest of the classes. “

You got up and walked out, she couldn’t be that bad, right? Sure, she was a bit aggressive last night, but she was drunk and into it.

You made your way back to your dorm room, stopping suddenly, Vanessa and another girl stood infront of the dorm building chatting. She must of woke up when you left earlier.

“ Oh, Y/N, there are are…in my 80 dollar hoodie. “

You went quiet, trying to walk through them. She grabbed you by the hood, pulling you into her.

“ you took my virginity last night, i think the hoodie is a good trade off. “

You mutter, they both burst out laughing. Vanessa held your face, kissing you gently, you felt her put something around your wrist. Looking down, it was a bright pink scrunchie

“ here you go~ now you’ll wear this everywhere you go, and everyone will know your mine~ “

“ y-yours? “

“ well yeah. You’re my pretty little girlfriend now..we’re going out to lunch later so I can show you off to everyone…you’ll be good and come, won’t you~? “

You swallowed the air in your lungs, and nodded. Vanessa smirked, and let you go. You hurried to your dorm room, and threw off the hoodie. The scrunchie felt like a chain on your wrist. You were hers, like she said last night.

You’d make it work. Shed get better, everything would be alright.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #sorority!vanessa #tw toxic relationship #toxic!vanessa #tw: drug mention #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw alcohol

[harveywritings92]

[P1 for context}

[Ghost is coming down from the ‘magic’ smoothie, he’s not as rowdy as he was before but is still acting pretty goofy. Anyway, he and R/n are taking a shower together. (He was convinced that stall was shrinking and wouldn’t go in without R/n, his doped up logic was if there’s two people in the stall together, then stall won’t shrink). Anyway, Ghost helping R/n wash her hair.]

Ghost: You know, you have the perfect head. Like, your skull.

R/n: Um… thanks?

Ghost: No, really. It’s just the right shape. I just wanna… *snuggles her head*

R/n: Tell ya what, Si, If I ever die? I’ll leave it to you in my will.

Ghost: Yes!

{Needless to say Ghost was freaking mortified as he’s being retold these event by R/n.]

#S: not always right #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #tw: drug mention #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw ghost

[starker-sorbet]

Peter loved Tony Stark, he always had. It's why he dedicated himself to his studies all so he could take a job at SI to get closer to the man. What he hadn't expected was for Tony to actually talk to him one day in the staff break room. Apparently the coffee machine in his lab had broken down so he came here to make himself some. It seemed like destiny to Peter. An opportunity to actually talk to the man and to try and get himself noticed as more than just another worker. And it must have worked as Tony kept coming down to the break room for coffee when after his lab's coffee machine had been fixed, and he never failed to strike up a conversation with Peter whilst there. Peter was overjoyed at this. The frequent conversations allowed him to get closer to his boss until they could almost call themselves friends. But most importantly Tony now trusted him enough that if Peter made a cup of coffee ready for him he'd happily take and drink it. So all it took was one day with not many people about to lace Tony's drink with something to make him sleepy and to 'help' the man up to his penthouse. After that it was simple to use Tony's private elevator to go down to the man's garage and drive away. And now Peter had Tony all to himself without anyone getting in the way.

#starker #dark peter #stalker peter #kidnapper peter #kidnapped tony #obsessive love #obsessive peter #moodboard #my moodboard #tw: kidnapping #tw: drug mention

[treason-and-plot]

Ninety minutes later…

“The feelings I have for Anya are on a whole different level to anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone, you know?" says Roy. "I mean, she’s obviously my soul-mate, she’s as necessary to me as air, or water. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. But when my wife, I mean my ex-wife Sonia told me she needed to cut off all contact with me, when she killed my dream of us all living to together with one cruel, cold sentence, it felt like she’d got a knife and plunged it into my heart. The fucking pain….sorry for swearing, but the pain was physical. Okay, so it probably didn’t help that I hadn’t had any sleep and that…that there were some other factors at play as well, but the fact remains, I was gutted. It was comparable to when Sonia and I were going through IVF. Every cycle we’d hope for a miracle, but every cycle our hopes and dreams were shattered. It was the same feeling when Sonia said she needed to cut off all contact with me. Just….the most profound, aching sense of loss and disappointment.”

Roy sighs and stares at the ceiling. The edges of his vision are dancing with a silvery light, and his eyelids feel heavy and grainy. A headache is starting to gnaw a jagged hole behind his right eye. But at least he's alive.

"A profound, aching sense of loss and disappointment," Jane repeats, steepling her fingers together as she leans back in her chair. "That's very descriptive, dear. What else did you feel?"

Just this yawning, gaping chasm that I tried to fill with more cocaine, thinks Roy.

"I dunno," he says, closing his eyes. "Sadness. Obviously."

"Do you think your sadness could also be described as grief?" says Jane.

"Grief? The f...what exactly am I supposed to be grieving?" says Roy.

"Your marriage," says Jane. Roy makes a scoffing noise.

"My marriage ended a long time ago," he says.

"Did it, though?" says Jane.

#Roy #Jane simko #back to bridgeport #5 years later #tw: drug mention #sims 3 #ts3

[the-west-meadow]

omg! kendall and I’ll be home soon. please!!!!

oops I made this a lil smutty. 18+ for safety

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: I'll be home soon.

It was late when your phone rang. You were curled on top of Kendall’s bed with the TV flickering silently. You didn’t remember falling asleep. 

You grabbed your phone, blearily looking at the name. Your heart leapt. It was Kendall.

“Hey baby,” you said.

“Hey,” came his familiar voice on the other end. “Did I wake you up?”

“Can you tell?”

“I can hear it in your voice.”

“It’s okay. I’m so glad you called. Where are you?”

“About a mile above the Atlantic.”

You propped yourself up on pillows, leaning back against the headboard.

“How did everything go?”

“Great.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, I can’t get into it now.”

“Oh, I get it. Is your family around?”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“God, Kendall. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We’re almost back.”

“How soon?”

“About two hours.”

“Should I wait up for you?”

“Are you sure you won’t fall asleep again?”

You could hear the grin in his voice. 

“I’ll try not to.”

“What have you been doing while I was away?”

“Thinking about you.”

“Stop. That’s not all.”

“You’re right. That’s not all.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve been lying in our bed wishing there was someone here with me.”

“Uh-huh. Who would that be?”

“You, Kendall. Just you.”

“What else?”

“At night I turn off all the lights. Then I take off my clothes and slide into our bed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s no good when you’re away. I need someone here to help me. I can’t do it all myself.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to come here to me. I need you to put your hands on me. I need you to get high with me and stay up all night.”

“I can absolutely do that.”

“Good. Then get here faster. I’m in bed now but I still have all my clothes on.”

“Well, maybe you should change that.”

“What should I take off first? Start from the top down?”

“Yes.”

You put the phone on speaker and set it in the center of the bed. Then you lifted your shirt over your head and dropped it on the floor.

“I’m not wearing any underwear at all.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m sliding off my pants. I wish you were here to do it for me.”

Your pants slid off the bed, onto the floor.

“Do you want me to touch myself?” you said into the phone.

“Not until I get there.”

“Well, too bad you’re not here to stop me.”

There was a long pause on the other end. You heard muffled movement. Then Kendall’s voice came through.

“Everyone’s asleep,” he said. “I just stepped into the bathroom. Now listen to me closely.”

“I’m listening.”

“Stay just like you are. Naked. In our bed. On top of the sheets. In two hours I’m going to walk in the door. I might be a little high already. I’m going to come in the bedroom and take off my shoes, my jacket, all my clothes. Then I’m going to crawl over you and proceed to fuck you like I haven’t seen you in three weeks. Then we’re going to do another bump and we’re going to fuck some more. And you’re going to wish you could go back to sleep but I’m going to keep you up all night, Y/N. I hope you’re ready.”

“Fuck, Kendall. I’m so fucking ready.”

“You better not be touching yourself."

“You’re making it really fucking difficult.”

“I’ll be home soon,” he said. “I promise. Then I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

“I know you will.”

“Wait up for me.”

“Always.”

#kendall roy x reader #kendall roy/reader #kendall roy #succession #reader insert #tw: drug mention

[teddybearsims]

you really can't write another song about your broken heart x

[Machines hum and rattle around Jude in agonizing dissonance, like nails on a chalkboard. He just needed to get out a little, cleaning up his apartment had left a sour taste in his mouth.] [The little things he finds have memories swarming the forefront of his mind, like spare arcade tokens, stowed away in his desk drawers.] Stevie: C'mon, one more round? I'll let you win! [An old pair of drum sticks, worn out after years of use. A little 'S' carved crudely on one of them.] Jude: You gotta pick up the sticks first. [Her laughter echoes in the small space. Jude would’ve done anything to make her laugh.] Stevie: Shut up, you dork! I know that. [Crumpled concert tickets, the ink of them wearing away over time.] Stevie: We should've gotten high before we left. Jude: I'll buy us drinks. Stevie: It's a fucking Oasis cover band. I'll need something stronger. [Journal Entry: Jude is attempting to write another song, the lyrics are from the song Look What You’ve Done by Jet. Half of the second verse is scratched out, with the words "FUCK THIS" written next to it. For story purposes, he’s writing these as his own lyrics. ]

#sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sim: jude #sim: stevie #YEAH... #story tag #I wanted to use this song for a while.. its just so him.. pls listen to it its so beautiful #was she ever really in love with him #he thinks about that constantly #Jude wanted to please her so bad always #and it ruined them #at least that's how he sees it through his fuzzy memory.. and how nasty the breakup WAS ;-; #tw: alcohol mention #tw: drug mention #gosh I love that first shot of Jude sO much #and I mean.. all pics of Stevie.. #when they'd dated she had long dyed purple hair ;-; #and now its cut short and her roots have grown in #ugh #love her

[hannahssimblr]

There is heat. Actual heat on my skin.

While Jen and I amble along the edge of St. Stephen’s Green I'm dimly aware that she’s saying something, and really, I should be listening because it is her birthday and she deserves my undivided attention, but the sun has just appeared from behind a building and for the first time in months I am experiencing its warmth on the side of my face. Months of dark, wet gloom have almost made me forget what this feels like. It’s a familiar rush, actually… MDMA. Yes. That’s what it's like.

“Are you listening to me?” She says accusingly, and she snaps sharply into focus. 

“Yes, of course.”

“Well then what did I just say?”

“Um,” I peer around for clues. It is the fourteenth of March. The shops and restaurants surrounding the park have begun to put cheery little shamrocks in their windows, and the Shelbourne Hotel has hung tricolour flags up above the grand doorway. We squeeze in close to the iron railings to allow a slow moving crowd of Canadian tourists with fluffy green Viking hats, and Guinness t-shirts under their coats pass by. “Uh, you were saying that you hate St. Patrick’s day.”

She scoffs, “Um, well, I do hate St. Patrick’s day, it’s gimmicky, but that’s not at all what I was saying,” she makes a swing for my arm and I manage to dodge her, “I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me on my birthday.”

“I’m listening now, sorry, sorry…” The sunshine glints between a gap in the bud laden branches overhead and I squint against it. God, that really is nice…

 “...driving me kind of crazy, like, honestly, if we could even talk about something else for a minute…”

Oh, shit. I focus really intently on what she’s saying. “Michelle,” I announce triumphantly, “This is about Michelle.”

She rolls her eyes, “Yes. Of course. If someone could enact a ban on her going on and on about Evan all of the time, it’s like, Evan this, Evan that, ‘Evan is so sweet, he’s just not like those other boys’…”

I snicker, “Oh, they’re just in love. Don’t be such a misery guts.”

“Yeah, nobody goes on about it as much as them. I get it. It’s been like, six months now can they not just cool it?” She heaves out a sigh, “And I’m just saying, I’m not a selfish person, right?”

“Nuh uh, never.”

“But if we meet them in a minute and all they do is gaze lovingly into each other's eyes I’m going to be mad, okay? I’m going to be fully upset about it. It’s my birthday. They can bloody think of things to say to me.”

I sling my arm around her as we amble through the gates of the park. The spring flowers are in full bloom now, and the smiling faces of the daffodils beam up at us from the borders along the path. “Of course they’ll make a fuss about you, Jenny, they’re not monsters. Yeah, they’re full on with the PDA and talking about their big feelings but they love you and they’ll want your birthday to be special.”

“Well, good,” she says primly, “This is my one day.”

“They’ll have me to answer to if they don’t behave.”

“Ooh, big scary Jude,” she giggles, “Will you shove them in a locker or flush their heads down the toilet?”

“I never did that to anyone!” I elbow her gently in the ribs, “who do you think I am?”

“Like I don’t remember the breast-pocket-ripping rampage you went on in first year!”

We’re both tittering as we round the gentle curve of the path and are assaulted by the sight of Michelle and Evan in the grass by the Pavillion, lying horizontal and open mouthed kissing each other. I gasp and shield Jen’s eyes with my hand. 

“Ugh! No! Too late, I’ve seen them,” She cries, and I spin her around to me and get into her eye line instead so that she has something appealing to look at instead. “Do you think it’s too early in the year for ice cream?”

“No,” she says. “Are you gonna buy me some?”

“Yeah, as many scoops as you want. Maybe when we come back those two will have finished their little performance.”

“Ugh, yes please. How do you always know what I want before I do?”

I shrug, “talent.”

“Jude Turner,” She shakes her head as we walk towards the exit together, “you're such a friend to women.”

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#lucky boy 2009 #FINALLY spring #i got so sick of that awkward winter lighting #everything looks better with flowers #tw: drug mention #lets be honest nothing hits like those first rays of sunshine after the winter #especially for us northern folks wooop #today 4th march is actually Evie's birthday aww happy 31st

[pastafossa]

Sis is not having any my shit today 😂

#tw: drug mention #i'm just saying if it worked for Freud apparently 😆

[ghostlyfirn]

i saw this fuckin meme and i lost my shit to it. therefore i had to draw it. heLP

#kirby series #magolor #meta knight #taranza #lor starcutter #susie kirby #marx kirby #bandana dee #bandee #shitpost #anyways i found this funny as shit i am over here crying #also i dont know how to draw boats for the life of me #tw: death threats #tw: drug mention #art #digital art #doodles #firn's doodles #firn's shitposts

[dhmis-twitter-idk]

#dhmis #dhmis twitter #dont hug me im shit posting #shitpost #dhmis tag #dhmis sketchbook #dhmis sketchpad #dhmis paige #dont hug me im scared #don't hug me im scared #don’t hug me i’m scared #tw: drug mention

[allelitewrestlings]

#jon moxley #wrestlingedit #aewedit #aew #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling #tv: dynamite #ours: gifs #maker: s #* #dynamite: s04e44 #aew world championship #tw: drug mention

[dear-yandere]

›  tw: alcohol and drug mentions, date rape ‘jokes’, nonconsensual touching, implied noncon, gaslighting if you squint. ›  a/n: not sfw, 18+ only please.

darling @khaenruin​ says: mind if i buy you a drink, sir kaeya? after all, i've heard that death after noon tastes best with good-looking company~ 

♡  — yandere! kaeya alberich

“oya? how can i trust you won’t slip something into my glass when i’m not looking?” he asks, flashing a haughty but drunkenly-lopsided grin. “and don't lie, you’ve been eyeing me up all night. clearly you’re interested in me, it’s only fair to assume you have ulterior motives.” he adds, laughing as if these accusations are commonplace for him.

‘w-what?’ you balk, wondering where he finds the gall to presume such things of you. just how guarded is this man that his first assumption is you're trying to drug him, much less to vocalize that with such gaudy contempt? you were aware that he has quite an unpleasant demeanor after a particularly bad day and a few glasses of drink, but to even doubt the kind offer of someone who wishes to get to know him better...

if you were anyone else, you’d give up right then.

you collect yourself. 

‘sir kaeya... i assure you i’m not a liar nor a criminal. you’re free to check my records if you’d like.’ the wooden stool creaks softly when you shift away from him ever so slightly, under the pretense of fixing your posture. if he’s comfortable accusing you like this, getting any closer might raise eyebrows, and you’d prefer to spend the night anywhere besides a jail cell. ‘though... i’m sure the acting grand master wouldn’t be too pleased with your misuse of civilian records.’ you push. pursing your lips, you focus your attentions on the untouched glass of dandelion wine before you. ‘tell me... is slinging accusations without evidence how the knights operate these days?’ 

kaeya is on edge; despite his aloof exterior, even you can tell that much. he hasn’t taken another sip of his drink since you talked back. if you weren’t so busy suppressing the smile that threatens your lips, perhaps you would’ve noticed that something in his eyes had... clicked, right then.

“quite big talk for someone shaking like a kitten.” he chuckles under his breath. before you can protest, a warm, gloved hand clamps down on your forearm, stilling it from quivers you hadn’t noticed were there. you would have shrieked if he hadn’t closed the distance you created within seconds; his face is mere inches from yours, so close you feel yourself intoxicated by the alcohol in his breath.

in an instant, he reaches down and lays a gentle kiss on your jugular.

‘w-what are you...’ you ask, but the words quickly catch in your throat. a thick layer of ice encapsulates your neck, so cold it sends your vocal chords into a shock. it all happens so quickly that your instinct is to scream and thrash, but your voice is stuck and that look in his eye stills you, like prey caught before a predator.

his grip on your arm tightens. “now, pray tell, kitten... is there a reason you’re so keen on getting in my pants?” with his other hand, he firmly captures your chin, pressing your cheeks together so harshly you can feel his thumbs pressing your gums against your teeth. “even if you weren’t planning to drug me, you had intentions to take advantage of me if i drank past my limit, didn’t you?” he’s smiling as he asks this. as if he finds the very notion of being taken advantage of amusing. “did you get excited thinking you’d do—” he lets go of your arm and lets his hand fall downward to rest atop your thigh.“—this to me?” he mocks, not once taking his gaze from yours. “or perhaps you wanted to do...this?” fingers inch agonizingly across the valley of your thigh, before resting in the heat of your inner thigh.

you want to scream and cry, but only a tear pricks your eye. and even that turns from water to ice in an instant.

“aw, there’s no need to cry, sugar.” the look in his eye could only be described as pity. “i’d be happy to set those plans into motion on your behalf.” he thumbs the buckle on your pants. “but i can’t promise you’ll be the one who’s conscious.” 

he kisses you before you can scream.

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

#yandere kaeya x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere kaeya alberich x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #*interactions #genshin impact interactions #tw: alcohol #tw: drug mention #tw: noncon

[treason-and-plot]

Roy’s eyes swivel behind his sunglasses from Michael to Anya’s mother Jane and finally to Anya, standing pale and pigeon-toed, her face bare of make up. She makes an apologetic grimace towards him.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she says. “I know you hate me over-sharing but I couldn’t help telling Mum and Dad about our night, I just get verbal diarrhoea when I’m on coke, it’s like a truth serum! I tried to ring you and tell you they were coming over but I think your phone's out of battery. Anyway, I couldn’t say no because Dad threatened to call the police. Not that I think he meant it for even a second, but-“

“Oh, I meant it alright,” says Michael. He gestures towards the couch. “Sit down, Roy. “

“I’m good,” says Roy. “I think I’ll just-“

“Sit down!” shouts Michael. Roy studies his reddened face for a few moments, wondering how he’d look with no teeth.

“Dad, you promised you wouldn’t lose your temper,” says Anya. “Mum, tell him!”

“I think your father has every right to be angry, Anya,” says Jane.

“It’s okay,” says Roy. “I’m always happy to chat. I just need to go to the bathroom. Can you wait here while I go to the bathroom?”

“You’re not going to the bathroom unless I go with you,” says Michael.

“Hey, I'm the last person in the world to kink-shame anyone, Mikey," grins Roy, "but don't you think there's a time and a -"

“Shut your stupid face," shouts Michael. “You know what I'm talking about. The only reason you want to go to the bathroom is to take more drugs.”

Roy opens his mouth in protest, but then it strikes him how absurd and farcical it is that this scene is mirroring the events in Harrison Steiner’s hotel room last night. Wait, is he now Harrison? Is Michael going to lock him in his apartment? He sits down on the couch and wipes his hands on his trousers, trying to get a hold of himself.

“Are you okay, baby?” says Anya, sitting down next to him and taking his hand. “How was your visit to The Oaks? How was Sonia?”

The mention of Sonia's name instantly triggers her voice inside his head. Roy groans and rubs his temple, trying in vain to erase the words once again ricocheting around his skull.

“Do you want to talk about it, baby?” Anya says to Roy.

“Your mother and I did not come here to listen to Roy’s issues with his ex-wife, Anya!” says Michael. “We came here to make you understand that you’re destroying your future by living under his roof! We came here to help you reclaim the values you were raised with! We came here, Anya, to remove you from the clutches of this drug and sex-crazed degenerate, and to take you back home where you belong!”

#Roy #Anya #back to bridgeport #5 years later #Michael simko #Jane Simko #sims 3 #sims 3 story #tw: drug mention

[reaperlight]

Dinah, [in line at a coffeeshop]: Hi, can I get a venti vanilla latte with uhhhh, seven shots of espresso?

Frances: Jesus Christ, Dinah. Just do cocaine.

#venombirds #black canary as shriekingcarnage kid au #dinah lance #black canary #frances barrison #shriek #birds of prey #venom let there be carnage #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #venom #marvel x dc #incorrect quotes #incorrect venom quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #tw: drug mention #comedy #source: tumblr #tw: food issues #villain parents #villain parent #hero daughter #kid hero