#tw hard drugs

[buzzkillr]

average girl nin fan

[gg-selvish]

predictions for hard drug use in LA that will lead to another dream team scandal:

grainy phone image of george doing a line of coke at a dimly lit house party, this is easily disregarded as someone else. then in a video or stream larray or issa makes a half-joke about the three of them doing poppers at a club and it rebirths the coke rumours. george def seems like an uppers guy so thats what i'm imagining

for sapnap i think he's downers + psychedelics so he'll probably at first just smoke more weed and then eventually dip into acid and shrooms. probably have a bad trip because of his anxiety and experience egodeath where he develops worse anxiety and more empathy for others. he shares this experience with us and apologizes profusely for anything wrong he's ever done even though we're all over it. then he gets on xannies and it's all over

dream takes one (1) hit from a spliff blunt and throws up from the nic rush and never does drugs again. he drinks more and gets sloppy at parties but thats the worst that goes down with him

[stellaeviventem]

Addiction drug cw maybe this doesn’t matter as much but as someone who had struggled with addiction and drug use for a very long time 🍉s constant portrayal of those topics was insane. Posting that drawing on her server of pastel bugging out with “lsd moment” written on the side and her cow oc snorting coke in that wip is so fucking weird. Why are you treating that shit like its some quirky aesthetic? Not cool at all. Oh and voided isn’t clean of this either, drawing someone overdosed with coke and blood on the table with no warning, wtf is wrong with you?

Weed jokes are whatever, haha 420 blazeit it’s funny! But when it comes to hardcore shit, in my opinion that needs to be handled carefully and not treated like something that looks fun. It literally ruins people lives. NONE of that was posted with a warning, “cw drug use” would’ve been just fine! I had to leave the server once cause as somebody recovering, seeing one of her ocs with white and red dripping out of their nose, a dead look in their eyes and having some sort of blissed expression is not fun to see. You can’t post shit like that without warning to a public audience.

hey, thanks for speakin out.

my partner’s mother was a victim of hard drug abuse. i am a recovering nic addict. i can safely say her portrayal of this shit is gross.

[thecupsmith]

Party Time in Martinaise

Song: Party Time by Northern Boys

[destructivekiki]

not enough people talk about the trauma of using drugs.

disconnecting yourself from everyone who loves you, not knowing when it’ll be the end, watching your friends overdose and die, witnessing yourself and everyone around you turn into monsters.

[novembers-obituary]

I love when my family talks to be about my excessive caffeine consumption as if I was not on hard drugs less than three months ago like guys I am not worried

[yourbelovedincel]

[dumbbunnyg1rl]

Need a gross older man to call dad

[amplexadversary]

Welp I just had a bizarre-ass dream about the infamous ending to a manga that almost definitely doesn’t exist.

I can sure name some stuff it reminded me of that probably made up components of this though. Not sure where the imagery came from though unless it was my absolute thirst for weather that did it.

Bulk of the work over all took place at this specialty school, which had this daily morning-evening commute via trains through some misty, unusually steep mountainous region. The trains were the fancy type that served meals and I’m hung up on this because a ton of the scenes featured food-porn type close-ups of everyone’s food, mostly but not all of it Japanese cuisine (the impression being like ehh ~85% nationalism plus a handful of the author’s favorite foods that weren’t from their home country? I guess?)

You had your typical frustratingly-passive female hero reminiscent of a whole bunch of 90′s manga and parts of Twilight (except this chick was super bubbly in an un-meyer-like fashion), a primary love-interest who from the start was that kind of obvious-endgame type of deal, and then a guy who shows up like a third (?) of the way through seemingly just to create a narrative love-triangle but was more akin to a younger-brother type figure to the protagonist who happened to get really tall and go through most of puberty since the protagonist last saw him.

Primary guy was kind of troubled and a big part of that was tied to the fact that he got his shit rocked by a bunch of undead before coming to this school, which had an odd effect on him where none of the weird-gothic-monster accommodations he needed matched up with a particular type of spooky gothic monster. Secondary guy had pretty standard symptoms of something I don’t remember, probably whatever the girl had (that unspoken fraternal symbolism was super noticeable, although both sets of parents were shown. Kind of reminds me of that one cousin from Jane Eyre tbh). Both love interests had an associated “rival” for the main girl’s affections too, the “secondary” guy’s being introduced very shortly after he was and the “primary” guy’s being introduced something like 5/6 of the way through.

Countdown to Failure State:

~ Again, 5/6th of the way through the chapters that actually got written: “Primary” rival introduced. “Secondary” guy makes hard turn into actual love-interest territory. A little later, Main girl swaps trains at a changeover point to have a meal and a serious talk with him. After this point, the translator’s notes start hinting at something being up with the author. Story goes on for a while like this.

4 chapters from the end: You know those goofy sort of non-canon skits that get collected in the end of the print volume of manga from about 1990 something to 2010 something? One of those shows up at the beginning of an actual chapter. Main girl and all her girl friends give something of a PSA about how this is where the manga stops being good. One of them is posed like Sailor V for some reason.

Things start getting more serious than before between main girl and “Primary” guy. Most of the cast prepares to head to a vacation home owned by Secondary guy’s parents.

3 ch from failure: Everyone is at the vacation house. Rivals 1 and 2 are getting along. Primary rival has expressed intent to pursue someone other than primary guy. Primary guy has ran off to the other side of the property to deal with a vague threat that was explained only to him. It’s kind of clear to the audience that this is some scheme to get him away from what’s about to happen, but there is Zero information hinting at who the hell is doing the scheming.

Second to last chapter: Everyone else is in or nearby the pool. Secondary rival comes out wearing most of a mascot suit. She starts saying something, counting up on her right hand as she does so. Both she and the back of her hand are facing main girl. Starting with her pointer finger and ending with her little finger and then her thumb, she counts upward as part of what she’s talking about, 1, 3, 6, 9, 10. Each time she counts upward, main girl looks a little dazed, staring at her, and slowly starts too look excited, and then flushed and breathing heavily. No one else notices anything wrong with main girl until she collapses, and then everybody freaks out.

Final Chapter: Main girl is shown in some kind of dream-state. She’s floating in what appears to be a partially destroyed wooden building, and is still dazed and flushed. There is nothing else in the room with her, until she suddenly notices a presence.

Instead of showing what main girl saw, we cut to another room in the same dream-scape building, where primary and secondary rival are having a full-on fight scene. Both of them are furious, primary rival being all “how could you just sit back and let this happen she’s our friend” and secondary being all “well I couldn’t do anything, secondary guy doesn’t love me like that.”

When we cut back to main girl we find out that the figure she saw was secondary guy, who floats up to her, and they kind of land on a bed which is there now.

What follows is a scene that is pretty damn graphic for the genre, depicting stuff where it can be interpreted as kind of a fantasy deal if the writer/reader is emotionally repressed but if you’re not in the right mindset kiiiiiiinda comes across as assault. And the chapter ends with main girl clinging to secondary guy, with no further explanation to what the hell just happened.

The final print volume came with an addendum after this: There’s this bit from the translator about the English publication being an undertaking of love from the fandom, urging fans to “[not] let the ending spoil any feelings they have for [main girl/primary guy]” and “We still love [Manga Title] in 1998, despite how it ended″ This is like a 2-page spread. Turn the page and you find:

An explanation of what happened to the author. Starting from the point mentioned earlier, she had a huge falling out with her artist. There were quotes from multiple people saying she was not herself and that they were concerned etc, and it eventually came out that the author was on meth, and that that ending was the last chapter she had written before going to prison.

[neowonderland]

Bully! Haechan + Breeding

Pairing: Bully Haechan x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, drugging, babytrapping, breeding Wc: 0.9k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Haechan swears he hates you.

He swears he hates everything about you, from your full cheeks to your lips that you bite in concentration, to your soft voice, to the way you’re such a pushover for others, to the way you stumble over your words when you get nervous. 

Haechan makes it apparent he hates you too, from the way he complains about you to anyone near him to the way he insults you. Haechan complains that you’re too much of a pushover, you’re too weak, you’re too annoying, you’re too pudgy, you’re too ugly. Of course Haechan makes it known that he thinks that way to your face too, always stating that your existence is an inconvenience to him, something that can’t be solved unless you were to fully disappear from this world because even if you transferred universities you’d still exist and inconvenience him.

 You don’t remember much, remembering being dragged to a party by a couple of friends, spotting Haechan with his friend. You’re not sure which one of his friends had been flirting with you and handed you a drink that you had drunk. Maybe that’s when you had started feeling strange, head beginning to get dizzy, body burning up, memory blanking. 

You can’t really remember how you ended up in Haechan’s bed, memories and head spinning as you lie and stare at the ceiling trying to ignore Haechan on top of you.

Haechan feels cold, his ice cold hands running across the expanse of your stomach and body, squeezing and groping at your flesh. It would feel nice against your flushed skin if it wasn’t Haechan. But, your heavy limbs and fuzzy head made it hard to fight back against his touches, leaving you pliant in Haechan’s hands. 

“You’re such a slut, going to that party and flirting with Jaemin. Do you not get fucked enough? Is that why you went for my friend?” Haechan says mockingly.

You try to shake your head to no avail, leaving you to only stare at him. 

Haechan lets out a laugh, hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to nod, “That’s the correct answer. You’re lucky I’m great at doing charity. You know how many people would kill to be in your position?”

Haechan moves to run his tongue against your nipples, tongue laving over your sensitive skin before harshly sucking. Haechan works to mark the skin of your chest with red splotches and marks, teeth sinking into your skin alongside his sucking. He only stops to pull his shirt over his head, hands work quickly to take off his clothing and throw them to a corner of the room. 

It’s not until Haechan’s marks run up your neck that Haechan stops, sitting back and proudly admiring his work. His hands reach for his phone halfway before freezing and withdrawing. You can hear him mumble “not this time.” 

Haechan’s hands grip your legs, uncaring of the yelp you let out when he folds you in half. He presses against the back of your thighs with his arm while he lines himself up with your entrance. Haechan teases your entrance and your clit, covering his head with your slick. Alarm bells ring in your head and you try to tell him to stop, to use protection, to do anything but this but everything comes out unintelligible, garbled and slurred. 

The stretch is painful without proper prep and it feels like you’re being divided into two when Haechan enters you. You’re in hell, helpless, burning up and in pain while it looks as if Haechan is in heaven. His eyes flutter shut while he lets out a loud moan. Haechan’s head dips down as he forces his eyes open to drink in your pained facial expression. 

“If I knew your pussy would be so tight, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” Haechan says through gritted teeth as he begins to thrust into you shallowly. You can feel the drag of him in your walls and your body producing more slick, easing his thrusts. Whatever you had drunk seemed to be wearing off, allowing your fingers to dig into your palm to ground yourself. 

“Look how wet you are, so ready for me. I knew you were a slut, getting off on me.” Haechan says as he increases his pace. You can feel him putting his weight on you, crushing you between him and the bed. You can feel the head of his length bashing against your cervix, his drooling tip crushing it in every thrust. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum, going to breed you, going to knock you up. You’re going to be full of my cum and my kid. You’re going to look so much better round with my kid. You’ll be all mine. Everyone will know you’re mine. You won’t even think of leaving me.” Haechan babbles, shifting his weight completely on you.

It’s not until tears begin dripping down your face that Haechan cums with a shiver and whine, filling you up. Haechan moves your legs out of the way, collapsing onto you and burying his head into your neck. 

It’s not until he rises and flips you on your stomach that you realize he wasn’t just babbling, that you’re in for a long night.

[neocentral]

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, drugging, stepbrother!jeno x reader

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Jeno knows it’s wrong but no one seems to get him off quite like you can. Jeno thinks it’s because there’s really nothing you can do in state of unconsciousness. When you’re so pliable for him to do as he pleases.

He sees you in his old, worn t-shirts accompanied by soft, thin panties, and even softer thighs. It’s like you draw him in intentionally with the way your legs spread in your deep sleep, and his shirt rides up to your waist, the washed out blue contrasting the color of your underwear.

Your chest moves steadily, deep, peaceful inhales followed by slow exhales. He can feel your breath against his fingers as he runs a gentle hand over your clavicle, testing the waters. Had it worked? You didn’t move. In fact, there was no indication of disruption at all. Jeno’s stomach flutters as the ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.

Jeno takes his time, soaking in every inch of your body as if it was his first time seeing it. Though, that was far from the truth. Jeno had been doing this for some time, slipping fine powder into your dinner as soon as backs were turned. Your father, his mother, and you were oblivious to his actions.

Jeno had just been so desperate the first time, having spent far too much time without any sexual satisfaction. You were so pretty that first day, kindly helping his mother prepare supper in a short sundress, a pure lightly colored pink and his fingers itched to dance over your figure, slip inside your soft walls and split you open to prepare you for his impatient cock. So when he thinks back to the drugs that had been dropped into his hands by a smirking Haechan, Jeno had acted on impulse. And he had yet to regret it.

You smell of vanilla, sweet and light, and Jeno absorbs the scent as he makes his way down your body and back up you legs. Jeno’s nose brushes your upper thigh as he inhales deeply, searching for your natural musk. He digs in closer as he senses it, pressing his face against the seat of your panties, using his tongue to poke at your hole and his nose to nudge at your bud through the barrier of fabric. You don’t stir, leaving him with access to your heat.

You are just as tight around his fingers as you were the first time, clenching down two of his fingers as he works them in and out. Jeno pushes the shirt you wore up further, pressing kisses to your belly as his thumbs work on sensitive buds, one on your heat and the other on your sensitive chest.

Arousal pools around his fingers, and Jeno’s mouth makes its way to your core, flicking his tongue and collecting the smallest bit of wetness. He rolled it across his mouth, savoring the taste as it fused with his saliva. The taste awakened something within him, screaming at him to use you brutally like he had so many nights before.

He bares his teeth as he makes his way up your body again, stopping to pull your flesh between his teeth and pull meanly, freeing his length as he does so. The leaky tip meets your core, lining itself up perfectly to your hole that squeezes around nothing, calling for his cock to fill it.

Jeno pushes inside with one quick thrust and his pace starts immediately, fast snaps of his hips meeting the insides of your thighs he desperately holds on to. He groans, deep and guttural as he stares down your abdomen taking in the curves.

Jeno bites his lip to keep his groans at bay, opening his ears to detect any movement within the house. It’s silent, as it usually was, but his mother was on edge ever since you confided in her, informing her of the soreness between your thighs and tender spots across your body. She tried to come up with excuses, anything to remove the wrinkle from between your brows, but you seemed less and less convinced as more time passes, and she seemed to be running out of explanations. His mother was a light sleeper when there was something so serious on her mind.

Jeno feels himself inch towards his climax as he thinks of what would happen if he was interrupted. If his mother or your father caught him ruthlessly using you, treating you like nothing short of a doll in your sleep, causing the mysterious pain that plagued your mind.

The thought has Jeno cumming, dull alarm rising in his mind as he realizes he hadn’t worn a condom this time. Jeno doesn’t stop until the last drop of him is shoved into your pussy. Watching the stream of pearly white semen slide out of your opening. He let himself wonder what excuse you could come up with to explain the unmistakable substance currently ruining your sheets.

[riizeblr]

thinking about seat mate anton who’s has the biggest crush on you but is too shy to initiate anything other than the occasional “good morning” :( he wants you so so bad and it pisses him off how the popular boys like sungchan and wonbin have no issue flirting with you in front of him. he just wants you to be his but he doesn’t know how to build up his courage so he slips something in your water and waits for you to get all dizzy so he can bring you to the nurses room and have his way with you when no one’s around and you’re too weak to fight back :(

…nursing major!anton

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, drugging

anton despised clinical simulations almost as much as he loved them. it was role play and you seemed to be a little too good at it. where anton was awkward and hesitant, blushing a vibrant red, you were calm and cool, playing a sick patient too well.

you laid on the mattress with a pout, relaying your “symptoms” with a soft slur. anton hummed and tried to search through his brain to conjure up any possible diagnosis but he failed miserably. how could he concentrate on anything other than your steady breathing and the way it began to slow, the slur in your voice became more genuine, your eyelids dropped further and further.

“I’m dizzy,” you drawled, going boneless on the scratchy sheets.

anton stuttered nervously, “d-did you take anything?”

“no,” it came out as little more than an exhale.

anton glanced over to the table beside you at a steel water bottle, soft pink in color, staring back at him. you were dozing off already, arms limp and legs still. he laid a hand atop your thigh, excitement creeping towards his cock when you remained unmoving.

anton released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I’m sorry,” he said, though he knew at that point you couldn’t hear him.

he knew you couldn’t hear the countless apologies he whispered in your ear as he nibbled on the lobe, sucking on the sensitive skin just below it. anton knew you couldn’t feel the way his inexperienced hips rutted into you, primal and unskilled. you couldn’t feel the premature spurts of cum pouring from the tip of his dick, filling your pussy. you couldn’t hear the whine or see his brimming eyes as he forced himself to continue on as his cock stayed stiff inside you.

[h34rtbeat]

I BEG A ROUGH NONCON WITH SUNGHOON

BECAUSE IM IN LOVE W/YOU (cunt)

okay ik u said super duper non-con but like I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to show my stalker sunghoon.. pls don’t be mad at me queen. There will non-con if yall want a part 2

PART 2 HERE

JUST BEAR W ME YALL.. BEAR W ME..

warnings: panty stealing and drugging

some-what based off of she

7 weeks.

It’s been 7 weeks since you started to feel like someone is watching you. An inching feeling, crawling up your spine as you undressed. Was it here? The thing watching you? Maybe you were really going mad, all this drinking…

You were sure enough that drinking wasn’t good, but, having your best friend over, Sunghoon, did help and you both shared some drinks.

You definitely drank more than him, you were sure of it. It didn’t help that you felt fuzzy after your third drink, it wasn’t normal, but at least you were safe with your friend.

Sunghoon was the only person you told. He was quiet to keep your worries away from people finding out. He was quiet enough to know how much it meant to you, for no one to find out.

Yet you didn’t know this only made Sunghoons arousal increase tenfold.

“Ah.. I’m so sorry this is happening.” He reassured, rubbing your back as you sat on your table together, drinking.

“I’m sure it’ll go away soon, no one would wish to cause you pain.” Sunghoon sipped some more of his drink, and lifted yours to your lips. “Let’s relax. You deserve to anyway, with all this stress of yours.”

In his mind, you had only told him about this issue (which was him), and that meant you trusted him and only him.

“Maybe you should have another drink.. I’ll have another too, before I get on home.” His voice was always so quiet, so calm..

“Yeah, you’re right.” You chuckled, rubbing your head. “I do need to destress.”

God, you were so naïve, he couldn’t help it. He knew you had no boyfriend, no other man in your life but him. A few girls here and there, but not romantic. He was all you had, and that made him so egoistic.

You had to love him. You just had to. You trusted him, a man, to make your drink.

Slipping two little tablets into your drink, he made sure to add some sparkling water in both the drinks to make it seem like the fizziness was coming from the water. In reality, he gave you something far more strong.

“Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” You laughed at his words.

“I’m sure it will, ‘hoon.” You took a sip, and your eyes widened. The drink was sweet, you could barely taste the liquor.

“Oh. Wow sunghoon, this is.. great actually.” You took more and more sips, he only took a few. You felt tingly all of a sudden, and kind of light-headed.

“Hey, I need to use the restroom real quick..” he mutters, tapping your shoulder. He felt how warm you suddenly became.

“Y-yeah.. s’down the hall, to your.. right.” You say, suddenly snapping back. What was this? Why did you feel so.. warm? And dizzy? You couldn’t even keep up with your eyes as you watched sunghoon leave the table and go down the hall.

Sunghoon checked behind his shoulder, seeing as you slumped over the table. He snuck into your room, looking your drawer. New panties?

Seemed you weren’t as worried as he thought. He wondered what you’d like look putting them on, how you’d look through the window, or maybe how you’d touch yourself.

While you were basically drugged out on the table, Sunghoon closed your bedroom door, quietly examining the panties. Who did you buy these for?

Surely it wasn’t for a man.. you’re way too pure. Just for yourself right? For you to feel sexy by yourself.

Gosh.. what an innocents girl you were, he couldn’t help but to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself with the underwear.

They were flimsy— lacy, light blue underwear. He’s never seen these while you got dressed. These are brand new! A breath leaving him, leaning only your drawer, holding onto it as he continues to rub it up and down his length.

He wondered what you’d look like, sucking his cock in this panties. Would you touch yourself?

Would you even wear these, no.. you’re too pure, too good. You’ve never even touched a dick before.

Heavy breaths coming out as he sprayed apures of white all over your panties, he tucked them in his pocket, before walking back. But before he fully walked back, he went into the kitchen.

opening your juice, he slipped around 5 tablets in, shaking it. If you happened to drink some later, while he was watching, you’d feel the same way.

He saw your body slumped over the table, and smirked to himself. He pressed a kiss against your lips.

“I’ll see you soon..” he muttered, and then exited.

[fluttershyes]

dude who remembers this episode

[dumbbunnyg1rl]

Older really bad vid of my little tits

[denim-wizard]

this is my vision