#he just wants me to do it so i'll be pliant and high and needy

[valentinoappreciator]

Doing hard drugs for the first time with Valentino 💞

Valentino grins at you as you enter his living room. You're visibly nervous; tugging at your earlobe and biting your lower lip. Yet, for all your nerves, if not downright fears, your steps are measured and confident as you walk over to sit next to him on the massive, overly spacious, red leather couch. Your high heels click against the polished floor.

"Good girl," he grins, immediately grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. He kisses you roughly, and the taste of his cigarettes lingers on his tongue as he shoves it down your throat. It makes you moan without even thinking, without even needing a script.

Your eyes close, and only when Valentino laughs mockingly, do they open again. Realizing you must've looked comically blissful, you blush a bit.

"So, baby cakes," he purrs and strokes a long, clawed finger down your cheek, "I hear from... reliable sources, that you've never done drugs. Are my sources to be trusted on this? Have you really never tried anything fun?"

You shake your head.

"N-No, I haven't. Some guy at my previous job offered me weed, but I... refused."

Valentino tilted his head slightly, grinning, but clearly confused.

"And why did you refuse, honey?"

"Well, I... he was a colleague. I wanted to remain professional with him. I didn't know him. If I'm to do drugs, I want it to be with someone I trust not to hurt me."

"Aawww, and you chose me to do drugs with for the first time? Darling, you flatter me," he purrs, tilting your head back with a finger under your chin. He kisses you again, but this time without tongue. There's not tenderness to it, because Valentino doesn't do tender, but, you think to yourself, if it was anyone but Valentino, it would have been tender.

But you don't want anyone but Valentino.

No, you want him. With all his deranged talk, all the debauchery he has you put up with. It's all him, and that's who you want. It's who you desire.

"Yes," you breathe against his lips, closing your eyes a sliver once more.

"Well then," he grins and pulls back, simultaneously pulling out a small bag of white powder from a pocket in his long coat.

Your heart skips a beat, and you suck in a breath. Valentino hears, of course, and skewers you with his sharp gaze.

"Nervous?"

"Yes," you repeat.

He grins.

"Aaww, baby, no need to be. Daddy will take good care of you. Don't I always?"

"Yes, Daddy. You always take such good care of me."

His grin widens, pulling his eyes into narrow, red slits. From another coat pocket, he withdraws a folded stack of bills. They're as crisp as a winter morning back on Earth. Probably as new as they come, too. Hot off the press.

"Now, doll," he begins in a sultry drawl, removing the clip from the money, and puts the notes on the coffee table. "You just let Daddy take care of this, okay? Don't want nothing to happen to my favorite girl, now do we?"

You giggle nervously.

"Of course not, Daddy."

"That's a good girl."

He shakes out a - to you - sizeable amount of coke. When you had said that you had never tried hard drugs before, you had assumed you would start out with a small dose. Not... this much. This looks like it could and would put you six feet more under the ground.

But, being a good girl, you don't say anything. Nothing to disturb Valentino as he uses some of the bills to line up the coke in several neat lines. Nothing to suggest that you're getting cold feet. Because, oddly enough, while it is scary, you aren't getting cold feet.

No, you're actually... excited about the idea of doing drugs with Valentino.

So, when he pulls you between his long, skinny legs, asking if you're comfortable, you snicker and nod.

"Yes, Daddy. Very comfortable." As if to emphasize just how comfortable, you snuggle back against him with a loud, dramatic sigh of content. He purrs, kissing your cheek.

"There's a good girl," he murmurs. With his insane height, he can easily loom over you, and he does. His body towering above yours, two of his hands help yours to grab a bill.

"Here, baby," he coos. "You want to do it like so." He shows you how to fold the bill to form a sort of tube. For once, he is actually gentle with you as he guides you.

"That's it. And then you just sniff it up into your pretty, little nose."

You're trembling - quite a lot, actually - by now, but Valentino is stroking your back and hair soothingly.

"All.... all of them, Daddy?"

He laughs. There's no mocking undertones this time.

"God no, baby! I don't want you to die again, however temporary that might be. No no, you start with this one," he points out a small, thin line in front of you, "and then you can do this one, if you're feeling brave." He points to another line, roughly the same size as the first one, but maybe a bit thicker.

You nod and swallow heavily.

"O...Okay."

He squeezes your shoulders before letting go of them again.

"No rush, baby doll. You can take your time," he purrs into your ear. "Daddy won't be mad. Promise."

You smile weakly.

"Thank you, Daddy," you mumble.

Squeezing the crisp bill a bit tighter, but without crumbling it, you lean down over the table. You position the hole of the tube over the start of the line, the other end of the tube at your left nostril.

"Remember, move quickly. Don't give the scary thoughts time to settle, baby." He sounds... excited.

You nod slightly and let out a deep, careful, shaky breath.

Then you do it. Moving quickly, while sniffing deeply, you end up snorting the entire line without difficulty. However, it stings something awful, and you wince once you sit back up.

Valentino is instantly over you, pushing you on your back and shoving his tongue in your mouth once more. You moan excitedly, grabbing the front of his coat, and return the kiss as best you can.

"That's it. I knew you could do it, baby," he purrs once he pulls back. "I knew I did right by making you my favorite."

The coke isn't kicking yet, but you know that Valentino has access to, and only dishes out, the purest drugs. Something tells you it won't take long before you're high out of your mind.

[celestialpearls]

➱ reflection

➱ Husband! Jeon Wonwoo x afab! reader ➱ fluff, sexual themes, established relationship/marriage, implied idol! wonwoo, told from wonwoo's pov. ➱ 700 words ➱ Wonwoo always misses you whenever he has schedules overseas. So, you make an offer and he would be stupid to deny his wife. ➱ Warnings: reader has boobs and a vagina, mirror sex, consensual sex tape, use of pet names (baby, love, my good girl, wife). lmk if i've missed anything!

"Look at you. You're so pretty, baby."

Wonwoo coos when you whine and feels himself grow harder when he sees the reflection in the standing mirror. You and he fit each other like a glove as he runs his fingers over your tense stomach. His phone matches his actions so he can film both of you, to immortalise this moment. He wants to relive the memory whenever the darkness of his hotel surrounds him, thoughts filled with how much he misses you as he sloppily cums into his hands.

The sight of you bare while he's fully clothed, coupled with the needy sounds that leave your parted lips, makes his heart thunder. His gorgeous wife is pliant and desperate for him. And he's barely touched you, barely even started.

"Can't believe you're my wife. Mine to cherish forever, I'm a lucky man."

He gropes your boob roughly, then flicks your nipples repeatedly and smirks when your thighs shake. Just the smallest of touches is enough for you to react and a tinge of possessiveness flares up whenever he witnesses it.

"What do you need from me, baby? Say it, you know I'll give you anything."

Truthfully, he doesn't know how he's able to film as steadily as possible when all he wants to do is fuck you silly. But his patience and persistence are what he prides himself in, so he keeps at it. He recalls your casual demeanor at first when you asked if he wanted to film an intimate video to keep while he was on tour.

Taken aback (and highly keen on the idea), all he could was stare at you. He snapped back to reality when you groaned and buried your face in your hands, assuming his silence was his rejection. His wife, his beautiful wife, offering to film a sex tape that he can keep?

He'd be a fool to deny you.

Your breathing is heavy when you take the hand that was playing with your nipples. Wonwoo groans when you take two of his fingers in your mouth, your wet tongue warm and soft. Entranced, his phone follows and he almost keels over when you guide his fingers to your pussy. He smears your wetness all over your folds and harshly breathes in when your hole sucks his fingers in with ease.

"Fuck, you're already drenched. You want my fingers, love?"

Your response is almost incoherent and gosh, he's so hard that it's painful.

"Pl-please, Woo. Been so good for you, haven't I? Want - want your longers in me. Want your cock, wantyourcu-".

If he let you finish, he'd have come right there. You sounded so sweet as you begged but he'll get more out of you later. For now, he turns your face to taste your lips and sighs when he tastes the familiar strawberry lip balm.

It's difficult to pull away from your lips, from you but he manages. Luckily, the tripod stand is right next to the mirror and he grabs it so he can attach his phone to the stand's phone holder.

He chuckles when you pout, eyes glimmering as you look at him. "Why'd you stop touching me?"

Wonwoo stops filming so he can position the tripod stand to his preference. He wants to relive it so vividly that it would seem like you were there making those needy sounds for him and him alone. He goes behind you after he presses record again, squeezing your hips as he utters, "legs apart, baby. That's my good girl."

You shiver at the praise, turning your head to place a fleeting kiss on his lips.

He shakes his head in amusement, deciding to surprise you by plunging two fingers into your dripping heat. Your drawn-out, high-pitched moans and the lewd sounds that stem from pumping his fingers in you make his head spin to no end.

"Gonna put on a show for the camera, love," he curls his fingers, causing your body to twitch in his hold.

He hopes you're up for it. Judging by the squeak of his name and the bruising grip you have on his wrist when he rubs his thumb over your clit, he knows you are.

[sending-love-letters]

Comin' in hot with some smuty thoughts! ( On on anon cause I'm embarrassed for some reason 😳 I'm normally so shameless...) Ok so I recently discovered the joys of edibles (got legalized in my state not too long ago) and I've been a mess ever since. 🥴🥴

So I APPARENTLY get suuuper chill and mushy brained and low key but HIGH key horny and affectionate when I'm high, like some real dreamy heart eyed cartoon character stuff 😅 , and last night a had the best thought. Slashers seeing you get high and turn into the most submissive, obedient, cloud brained thing. Up for just about anything, and wanting nothing more than to please them and feel good. Assuming prior consent of course. I might have to write a whole fucking post about this JFC.

Since I know you love creep!bottom!Vincent, I'll deposit those particular brainworms here~

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Jesus... he doesn't know where to start with you.

You've practically laid yourself out on a golden platter for him, with a sign stating "Use me as you please!" His mind is swimming with the possibilities, unsure where to go first, and you climbing into his lap to pushing your face into his neck and run your hands all over him isn't helping! You make up his mind for him when you sink to your knees in front of him and start grabbing at his zipper. He spreads his legs and lets you get to work, doing everything he's taught you he likes.

Before he lets you finish things though, he's gonna use you like his personal toy, which... you basically are ;). He's gonna be the biggest handful of bossy, bratty, asshole bottom you've ever seen. He's grinning as he pulls you off his drool covered cock, the pathetic whine you let out making him feel every bit the smug shit he is. He brings a finger to your chest and your addled brain can just barely make out him tracing SLUT across your skin, all you do is nuzzle his thighs in response.

He stands up, shedding his clothes under your hungry gaze, he wanders over to the clothing wrack to grab a thin scarf, then over to his bed. He lays himself down on the bed and crooks a finger at you in a "come here" motion, then huffs a raspy laugh when instead of standing, you crawl over to the bed before joining him on it.

He ties the scarf around your neck like a leash and collar, grabs the lube from the nightstand and tosses it at you, and tells you to get to work. The next hour or so is spent with your fingers pumping in and out of his hole, while he moans and sighs and humps up into your pliant mouth, tugging on your "leash" when he wants you to go harder, all the while you're sitting there doing everything you can to draw more from him, please him, give him much pleasure as possible. The night ends with him forcing you over his face and sucking and licking at you and into you, while you shiver and shake and gasp and sigh above him.

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Fuck that was long. This is by far the dirtyest thing I've written/confessed. 🫢😳

Is okay, I am also a little shy about my own thots and likes~ I am not the type to judge. Feel free to drop any other brainworms in my inbox. 👀💘

I am happy to know that the edibles have been hitting well. 👀

ALSO, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU DECIDE TO WRITE ABOUT IT!!!

And you know me too well, creep, submissive and bottom Vincent (or any other of my sweethearts) is my undoing ahajsklsla.

NONNY... NONNY...

I am barking, frothing at the mouth, biting my pillow, screaming, crying, throwing up, punching the walls.

Gosh, I know Vincent will be so mean about it too. He's going to take full advantage at how pliant and needy and just plain on pathetic you are acting. Holding you down and pulling you off whenever he wants. Like an excited puppy I'm-...

Oh gosh... the (not so) subtle tracing of s l u t on your chest and just thinking too long on it before he sees the spark of recognition and just grinning at it.

I am also LOSING MY MIND AT THE "USING A SCARF AS A LEASH"!? Vincent... please... I am not into choking but please... scarf me up daddy (cringes). I will do my best to pleasure you please one chance. He's going to get so damn whiny and flustered. Considering he is so greedy he'll push you into overstimulating him till he cries so don't you dare stop.

Also... he might be a bottom who is being absolutely needy but in this case, you definitely aren't in control... I am dead... I am dead. Just picturing him holding tightly onto your hips as he pleasures you with him mouth and no matter how much you try to tell him to slow down he just goes faster and sloppier...

He's going to mention that to his lover once the fog goes away from their brain. He can't wait to see how you react after all is done.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, they're absolutely sinful 🫀🫀🫀