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littlemisskookie · 10 months

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Crocodile Tears: Intro

Crocodile Tears: Index Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!BTS Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Weed (sorry it’s what helps get me in the mood to write these), Dirty Talk, Kink Shaming?, mentions of the reader being into kind of dark/taboo kinks, Jimin is incredibly mean for no reason, Reader is ridiculously horny and is good at weed Word Count: 2,397 A/N: This has now been edited and finalized which means I can get started on the first segment!

You coughed, smoke erupting from between your lips. You feel Jungkook's large hand offering a comforting (arousing) pat on your back, rubbing gently to comfort you out of your coughing fit. Damn, why'd you have to get horny when you were smoking weed? It didn't help that you were surrounded by perhaps the hottest guys on campus. Who would've thought that befriending fellow stoner, Hoseok, over a blunt in a party would lead to introducing you to his other stoner friends? Before you knew it, you guys would hang out regularly, bonding over a bong.

Today wasn't supposed to be any different from those days. You had smoked with these seven plenty of times before. Most of the time it was in Yoongi's studio apartment, practically hot boxing the small space.

Today though you guys were lucky. Namjoon's rich parents were going to be gone on a cruise for two weeks. You guys could smoke carefree in a nice ass mansion and not have to worry about the smell, as Namjoon assured you the maids would take care of it. (They much preferred Namjoon to his parents despite the weed smell assistances, probably because he's so charming. You didn't blame them. Namjoon had that old money charm, the type that would make you not hesitate to do whatever he asked.)

You guys brought bongs, edible gummies, baked goods, weed, pipes, snacks, water bottles, pens and carts- anything a proper stoner hangout would need.

Part of the reason the guys adored you so much was because you had the highest tolerance of any girl they ever met, which was very contradictory to first glance. You could outsmoke any man you met, and could brag you had never greened out despite the amount of weed you'd smoke once challenged. You could simply keep going, you were a beast, this was your talent. You were proud to say you had outsmoked each and every man in this room, earning their respect and the privilege of joining their smoking group. You weren't going to argue. You've never gotten so much free weed and attention from hot guys in your life. You were used to the attention it would bring you now for the most part. Cute girl who smokes weed? It's stoner boy kryptonite, basically your super power.

Except against one. There was one guy that definitely wasn't the most respectful to you, treating you like he barely even liked you, but for some reason you didn't find yourself minding. You don't think you'd mind it from any of these guys, but as it was, your stoner powers gave you a leg up on these guys. Most of them wouldn't dare think about disrespecting a deity like you.

That didn't mean you didn't have your moments of coughing, though. Usually you were better and holding it down nowadays, but it was a bigger hit than you were anticipating.

Jungkook pulled the bong back, face in front of yours to examine your expression. "You ok?" he asked. You look up at him, eyes locking. He's got that hooded eyes, hazy look in the eye that looked so similar to "fuck me" eyes. You didn't want to assume, though. Too many times guys told you it looked like you were giving them fuck me eyes when in reality out were simply stoned.

"I'm good," you assured, trying not to think about how good his lip ring looked. Shit, you were probably staring at it right now. You quickly turn away, feeling flushed, reaching for the plate of brownies you had pulled from the kitchen. "God, I'm having insane cravings right now, though!"

"Wait, Y/N, where'd you get those brownies?" Jin inquired, squinting down at your plate.

"In the kitchen. Namjoon said I could help myself to whatever food's there." You paused after scarfing down another bite. "Oh no, do these have more weed in them? I mean I think I'll be fine, but shit."

Jin's mouth dropped open. "Uh, no... not weed."

Your brows furrowed as you stared back at him. "What is it, then? Did you put fentanyl in brownies, Jin?!"

"God, no! Not fentanyl... aphrodisiacs," Jin sheepishly admitted.

"What the fuck, man, why'd you bring sex brownies to the party?" Yoongi laughed. "Trying to start an orgy or something?"

"No! Me and Y/N were just joking about it last time we hung out and were talking about those chocolates on tik tok that make you horny. She was like what if we all took one and saw what happened? I decided to make some myself and brought them. I didn't know Y/N was going to end up eating half of them herself!" Jin explained hurriedly, eyes glancing to you quickly for help.

"So you were trying to start an orgy!" Yoongi accused.

You bursted out laughing. "Well, that explains a lot. At least I can't overdose on aphrodisiacs. Teaches me not to let my munchies get the best of me." You turn to Jungkook, biting your lip at the sight of him. These sex brownies were really doing something to you. You're all giggly, though, from the weed. "Munch. Munchies. Do you think munches get munchies?"

"Y/N definitely seems high enough," Namjoon laughs. "Sorry you're just going to be stuck with the brownies... effects. You sure you'll be ok?"

You wave your hand dismissively. "I'll be fineeee. I'm basically horny most of the time anyways, this will be no different."

"TMI," Hoseok jokes, rolling his eyes.

You were fine.

For all of, like, ten minutes.

Once an hour had passed, you were practically wanting to jump out of your skin. You found your mind wandering off, you were biting your lips far more often than usual, your eyes weren't just blazed stupor, but full on fuck me eyes. You found yourself staring intently at your guy friends. Jimin's thick lips wrapping around a blunt, letting smoke pour out. The way he was staring back at you, almost suspicious. God, he'd probably be disgusted if we knew what sort of thoughts you were having about him. He always acted a bit disgusted by you. You eyes flitted away to his best friend next to him. Taehyung's hands gripping around the bong, elegant fingers wrapping around it, veins tracing along the middle. You wondered if he'd choke you if you asked. Wait stop. You try to keep your high mind from wandering off to dirty places and focus on what's in front of you. Jungkook's tattooed fingers as he rolled up a joint for you, doing so with such delicacy and precision. He was so careful, and was definitely the best at rolling. You sucked at it, and were grateful that Jungkook's attentive personality made him volunteer to be your personal roller. Without thinking, you bring your fingers up to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail as you stare at Jungkook with a certain intensity.

It was Taehyung who spoke to you first. "Y/N, you good? You looking kinda zoned out, there."

You snapped out of it, hand flying away from your mouth. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

"Your joint's done," Jungkook said, tatted hand offering it up to you.

"Thank you, Kookie," you grin, tussling his hair in front of you. Fuck, you wanted to grip it while his head was between your legs. You reach back, clearing your throat. "It's kind of hot in here, actually. I think I'll go to the balcony."

You hope they don't read too much into your need of absence, but who were you kidding. You were obvious.

You leaned against the railing of the balcony, enjoying the fresh air. You lit up the joint and inhale the smoke, opening your phone to distract yourself. With smut. Hey, horny brain has a one track mind? You pull up your fanfiction recommendation blog, mainly used to store your favorites and save for later, for times like these. You scroll past the stories, each depraved tag and recollection of the smut's materials not seeming like enough.

You clicked on the third story, entrenched in the words as you try to imagine the scene before you. The weed made your mind hazy. You didn't know how much time you had spent out here reading porn. The joint was already halfway finished.

You didn’t even notice the balcony door being open and shut behind you, finding yourself too engrossed in the words on your screen. Perhaps if you were sober, you’d have felt his presence behind you, eyes peering over your shoulder.

"What's sex pollen?"

You practically jumped out of your skin, squealing at the feeling of hot air against your ear. You spun around, lower back soon pressed against the railing as your space was invaded, to see Jimin, his red tinged eyes meeting yours. The one man here not impressed with your surprisingly high tolerance. Maybe because he of all people knew about deceiving appearances. He leaned in closer, far closer to you than he had ever been in the time you’ve spent with him and his friends. His chest was a mere few inches in front of yours, hands clasped against the railing beside yours, trapping you. The aphrodisiacs weren’t helping you, and you were feeling a certain type of way about having a handsome man so close to you.

"Jimin! What're you doing here?" Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, the anxiety overwhelming you at being caught.

"You've been out here for a while, the guys were getting worried about you," Jimin explained. A devious smirk formed on his lips. "Guess I should explain to them you're fine, just out here basically reading porn."

"I-I'm not-"

"Oh? What's sex pollen, then?" Jimin grabbed your phone, your reflexes too slow to stop him. He wore a shit eating grin as he watched your eyes flit between your phone and his face, unable to even process the beginning of your defeat. You were completely defenseless and stunned, not sure how to understand how he had beaten you so swiftly, or why he was particularly smug about it. You don't think he's ever smiled at you before, whether out of kindness or humor. This smile lacked both. This was a grin of enjoyment at the sight of you fussing and at his mercy. "Explain, Y/N."

You gulped. "I-It's just this like… trope.”

“Trope?” His thumb slides up the screen, the sentences scrolling by. “Seems pretty scandalous compared to your typical romance tropes. I don’t think I’ve heard of this one, before.”

“It’s more of a fanfiction trope than an actual literature trope…”

“Oh? How’s it work, then? What’s so appealing about it?” Jimin’s amused expression was in stark juxtaposition to your flushed, embarrassed one.

“U-Um… it’s w-when the person gets affected by this pollen or something in general that makes them all... needy. And they need someone to take care of it for them."

“Take care of it how?”

You huffed, irritated with his teasing. “What do you think? You already know. It’s called sex pollen for a reason, quit teasing me.”

"Oh?" Jimin quirked up a brow, obviously pleased with your embarrassment and stammering. His hand came up to your throat, and there was a hitch in your breath. "But it’s so fun.”

“No it’s n-not-“ It was hard to keep your sentences structured well as Jimin tilted your head back, hand sliding further up to your jaw, making you lean back. Adrenaline pumped through you has your anxieties increased, all to aware of you dangling halfway off the railing at this height.

“This trope of yours sounds very familiar. Taking aphrodisiacs, familiar.” His chuckle was taunting in your ear, his soft breath noticeable in the night air. “Hoping for something to happen, Y/N?”

"No, I-"

"Did you do it on purpose, sweetheart? Wanted one of us to take care of you? Put you out of your mercy and fuck you cause you need it so badly?"

You gasped at his words, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Your back was still arched against the railing, and both of your hands clasped around Jimin's arm for support, afraid of both falling back and falling into him. His muscles felt so firm underneath your fingertips , and you tried not to think about how much you had missed the feeling of digits on your throat. Jimin's eyes flit over to your screen, going back to scroll through the stories you saved. He could probably feel your heartbeat against his fingerprints quicken as he delved deeper into your trove of dark and twisted fantasies. "Fuck, this is some really nasty shit, Y/N. You're into some depraved shit. Alpha/Omega? CNC? Step-siblings? Always knew you were a pervert. Bet you've thought about us gang banging you before, huh?"

His canines gleam in the dim light, taunting you. Your wide eyes met his with terror, and you whimpered in his hold.

"Fuck, Jimin, please please please don't tell them-" you pleaded.

"But how can I keep this to myself?" In horror, you watched his devious fingers tap against your phone screen, airdropping your blog of fanfiction collections to the rest of the house. He let you go, allowing you to catch your breath as he backed away from you. Fishing out his own phone, he accepted the request. He waved your own screen in front of your face, taunting you with your own powerlessness. You grab it from him, staring in horror as you see that three people accepted the airdrop. Fuck. It wasn't like you could even pretend it wasn't you, your name was attatched. The worst part is you didn't even know who accepted it, the names only being "iPhone".

You stared up at Jimin in horror, only to see his sadistic grin as he scrolls through your personal porn stash. "Don't worry, I'll make all your dirty fantasies come true," Jimin chuckled. "I’ll be a bit busy for now, though. Have to catch up on some light reading. Besides,” he turned towards the door, looking back to you with devious excitement. “You’re a big girl, I’ll let you take care of this by yourself.”

He left you alone on that balcony, gawking and trembling, wondering just what would happen if you were to step back in that house.

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erosmutt · 1 month

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SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

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#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#bnuuy answers #exam girlie anon #anon!#asks!#sam monroe #sam monroe smut #he's so fucking pathetic #i hate josh booo

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melswifeasf · 1 year

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Safest in your arms pt 2

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: Samantha tries to take her mind off a certain blonde.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, drug use, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

IT WASNT IDEAL HAVING TO BE THE OLDEST DAUGHTER.

especially not when you had to pick up your siblings from school everyday. Samantha was never the type to complain but it was getting hard to do so when Maxine wouldn't get in the damn car. with not much of a choice she had to park and wait for the girl to be done talking to the girl she now knew was named Ginny. it was all she could talk about on the way to school and Samantha had already grown tired of the name.

thankfully Marcus went out with Padma so she did not have to worry about having to hear him complain about how their sister takes too long. the girl was listening to the song playing through the speakers that was being controlled by Jade. Nia and Mathew were in the back. Oliver and Natalie had a date so they weren't planning on hanging out with them.

"seriously, how long does it take for your sister to say goodbye" Nia complained from the back seat as she scrolled through her instagram feed. Samantha rolled her eyes in annoyance, she wished she could just honk until Max got the hint and hurried the fuck up but she did not want to draw any attention to her.

"she's lucky i'm not leaving her ass behind" Samantha muttered and threw her head back against the back of the seat.

"why don't you?" Matthew chuckled. the boy was sitting in the middle and watching whatever it was Nia was doing on her phone. at first she glared at him until he looked away but after a couple of seconds he would just pry again so she gave up.

"because i don't want to hear her nagging about it for the rest of the day" the raven haired girl answered with a huff. Jade was in the passenger seat also scrolling through her feed and every once in a while she'd show a picture to Samantha and make a sly remark about the post.

at one point the girl laid her head on Jades shoulder through the console to see what she was looking at. Maxine was taking her sweet ass time and she figured they'd be there a while. she was caught up on Jades phone and didn't realize a certain someone had pulled into the school parking lot across from them. that is until a whistle sounded from the backseat.

Samantha looked behind her slightly confused only to see Matthew staring at someone outside with a huge smirk, the girls head whipped around. a silent and thankfully inaudible gasp escaped her lips at the sight. the woman she had shared a blunt with the night before was a couple feet away from bed. Georgia was wearing an all white pantsuit and a black sun hat along with glasses, it all really made her look like a housewife and if Samantha were being honest, she loved it.

memories of her laugh and voice and everything they said just a couple hours ago flashed in a fury. the blonde was staring at her daughter who was just wrapped up in a conversation with Max. up until Brody approached them staring right at the blonde mom, all of Maxine's friends following his eye sight. Samantha could see Ginny storm away angrily, she seemed to have said something to her mom before she got in the car as quickly as possible.

her eyebrows furrowed at the sight. she wondered if they had a bad relationship and if they did, why. last night she smoked weed with the mother as if it were nothing which made her believe she wasn't a strict mom. or maybe she just didn't care because Samantha wasn't her daughter.

"god i'm in love" Nia sighed out dreamily taking Samantha out of her mind.

the raven girl chuckles at her friend, "id expect that from Matthew but not from you" she said looking at her friend from the rear view mirror. Nia shrugged carelessly.

"what? i would literally let her run me over and then i'd thank her for her charity" the curly haired girl said with a smile.

they all laughed at her words, "yeah, okay" Jade chuckled.

the events that took place the night before hadn't been mentioned to the group and Samantha was starting to wonder if she should say something. on one hand she needed to tell someone desperately but on the other it somehow felt like a secret. they didn't really do anything wrong or inappropriate but somehow it felt like Samantha had to keep it to herself. it was stupid though.. right? she could tell her friends they smoked and that's that, it's not a big deal. besides, they weren't exactly the kind to gossip, they only hung out with each other because they didn't like anyone else.

"can i tell you guys something and you all won't freak out?" Samantha said turning her body to the side so she was looking at all of them. Jade looked at her friend slightly worried.

"of course" she said quickly.

Samantha swallowed nervously, why was she acting like this? they'd probably just give her props for scoring a smoke sesh with the hot mom across the street and move onto the next conversation topic. "so i kind of had a smoke sesh with her last night" she rushed out her eyes moving from one face to another to see how they'd react.

they all looked equally confused by her words and one second turned into two and then three and four until finally Matthews loud laugh reached their ears. "holy shit. no way. howd that even happen?" he asked extremely amused.

the raven haired girl shrugged, "honestly? i don't even know. i was just smoking up front like always and she was just chilling on her balcony. i went over there to ask her if she'd keep me smoking on the dl and she said she would but only if i shared and yeah that's pretty much it" she nodded.

Nias eyebrows raised in surprise before she broke out into a huge grin just like Matthew. "damn, Sam. now i'm jealous your making moves on my future girl" she said earning and eye roll from the raven girl.

"shut up," she groaned in annoyance. Matthew laughed and held his hand up for a high five and Nia hit it with her own hand. "seriously though," she spoke once more her tone of voice indicating she really was serious. "what do you guys think that means?"

"honestly? probably that she saw the opportunity to get free weed from a teenage girl who's got the hots for her" Matthew shrugged

Nia nodded in agreement, "he's right" she said pointing at him.

in the end she was right when she said they'd just change the conversation topic because soon after they began to gossip about some girl who's pregnant in Matthews third period. she tried to listen into their conversation but she just couldn't wrap her head around it. was Matthew right? did Georgia just see an opportunity to get high for free? she wasn't sure why that idea hit a certain spot in her heart but it did and the tightened in her chest simply wouldn't go away. maybe it was just the fact that Georgia was using her, although she'd feel that way if anyone used her in general. at least that's what she told herself.

five minutes later Samantha realized they were still waiting on Maxine and decided she had enough. the girl buckled herself in and put the car in drive. the white Camry slowly pulled up to the front and the older sister rolled her window down. she saw Nora point at her and Maxine turn quickly after. "let's go" she said.

Max groaned, "but i'm still talking to Nora"

Samantha shrugged, "i don't care. i have to drop you off and then i have a shift at six so get in the car, Max"

the brunette rolled her eyes, "whatever" she sighed and said her goodbyes before marching toward the car angrily.

her shift was from six to ten. it was like any other work day and the three teens she drove home from school kept her company for an hour before Oliver dropped Natalie off and stayed for another hour. once it was eight Oliver and the other three teens left making him drive them all home. it usually always consisted of either the twins or Samantha driving them around. Matthew always offered to take his car but they didn't fit (and they were always afraid of fucking it up) and neither Jade or Natalie had one.

even though it was like any other work day she did see Ginny on a date with Hunter Chen. no idea how that happened but as soon as she got home Max bombarded her with questions, asking if she had seen them and what had happened between the two. in all honesty it looked like any regular date, they got fries to share and they seemed to be talking freely. there really wasn't anything to say about them, it was kind of disappointing. she would've loved to see one of them embarrass themselves or catch them making out in the bathroom.

Samantha shook her head at the thought, not everyone's first date was like here, she thought. the girl was in her room, she had just taken a shower and was in shorts and an oversized shirt. Ellen and Clint had gone to the school board meeting meaning Samantha and the twins went out to eat and she had to hear Max rant about how hot Georgia was and how Hunter and Ginny would make an amazing couple. it was just weird seeing Marcus so uncomfortable at everything Max was saying. she tried not to read too much into it though, if anything did happen between the two she'd rather not know about it.

the girl laughed at Matthews message from the group chat.

Teen titans

Matty: you gonna have another

smoke sesh wth the milf Sam?

Sam: ha ha. i'll make sure your the

last to know if i do;)

she felt her phone flood with more messages but decided to ignore them as she went to her closet and got out another bud. she already had two rolled, she was going to smoke one at work but she was too distracted by her friends talking about Ginny to do so. now she had an extra and she wasn't sure what to do with it. truly she did but she wasn't sure if the blonde woman was still awake at this hour.

the raven haired girl walked up to her window and pulled back the curtain, the house across the street was dark, much like it had been the day before. she bit her lip deep in thought, chances are she's asleep or not in the mood to talk to a high teen yet another night. but what if she was awake? and what if shes just waiting for her to come out. she groaned in frustration and walked away from the window, she grabbed the sweater she had worn the day before and threw it on before going back to the window and unlocking it. without much of a struggle she slid it open and began to climb down.

she hit the floor with ease and turned around, the girl sprinted down the street and toward the quiet house. the blonde woman wasn't there like she had been the day before and a defeated sigh left her lips. she felt stupid for even feeling this way, they smoked once, it wasn't something special or monumental that meant anything to the woman. she was just a teen that had the hots for her, just like Matthew had said. she felt stupid for even thinking otherwise, she was a seventeen year old who had a crush on her neighbor, what a fucking cliche.

she looked down at her white shoes and bit her lip, she'd probably just smoke them both by herself or save the other one for the party this Friday. with that the girl turned around ready to walk back to her house but she was quickly stopped from doing so. a light flickered on and a door opened behind her. she furrowed her eyebrows confused at first but any questions were quickly answered by a familiar voice.

"you got more weed?" the voice said making a smile turn on the tan girls lips. she turned back around and looked up to see Georgia looking down at her with an amused smile.

"had an extra, better then smoking alone, right?" she answered holding up the two blunts in one hand for the woman to see. Georgia rolled her eyes in slight amusement and motioned for her to come up. Samantha did so with butterflies in her stomach and a heart that seemed to want to beat out of her chest. the anticipation was too much and her hands were slightly shaky along with her breath. she hadn't felt like this in forever and it felt weird.

she climbed the railing a lot easier then she did the day before and when her feet landed she didn't let out a dramatic sigh of relief, even though she really want to. the blonde was sitting with her legs folded to the side, she had on a robe and a pair of shorts like the day before. and just like last night they didn't leave much to the imagination. Samantha tried her best to not stare, though. she sat down next to the blonde with a shy smile and took out the two rolled up blunts. she handed one to Georgia who grabbed it happily.

"i see you've upgraded" she commented as the younger girl took out her lighter.

the shorter girl shrugged, "had one left over and your a good smoking buddy" she said and motioned for the blonde to put the blunt up to her lips. Georgia did so and watched intently as Samantha flicked the lighter on and brought it up to it. she could see the freckles litter the girls skin, she didn't have any makeup on just like last night and she could see the slight eye bags under her eyes. the shorter girl trapped her lip in between her teeth as she focused on getting the blunt to burn. she could feel Georgias eyes on her and she was turning her best to ignore her.

finally the blunt lit and she pulled away almost instantly, she brought the one in her hand to her own lips and burnt it a lot quicker than she did with Georgia. she inhaled and then exhaled the smoke, a wave of calmness setting inside her. none of them spoke, all that could be see between them is the smoke they were each letting out of their mouth. they waited until they smoke about a fourth before Georgia decided to talk, she could see how nervous Samantha was and figured she wouldn't be making the effort to initiate a conversation like she did last time.

"Ginny went on a date" she said and blew the smoke out of her mouth. Samantha tried her best to not show a reaction, she was looking down at her shoes. her knees were up to her chest and she was hugging them with her arms.

"oh" Samantha nodded calmly, almost as if this was the first time she had heard about it.

Georgia raised a brow at the girl who still wouldn't look at her, she didn't buy it that Samantha wasn't already aware of it. she had seen first hand how much Max talked and there was no way it didn't come up at least once. "you didn't know?"

Samantha finally glanced at the blonde and shook her head, "oh no i did, i just wasn't sure if you knew" she shrugged.

Georgia looked at the girl even more confused if that was even possible. it took her a second to realize what she meant by her words, "you keep your dating life from your mom?" she accused, her eyebrow still lifted in question and Samantha chuckled.

"of course" the blonde was slightly shocked not only be her answer but by how carelessly she said, almost as if it wasn't a big deal at all. Samantha looked at Georgia when she realized how quiet she went and laughed at her reaction. "it's just easier," she shrugged "i can bring girls home and say they are just friends"

"and you think she believes you?"

Samantha shrugged again, "probably not but she'd never ask" she said and took a long drag.

Georgia nodded, "so you're the favorite?"

Samanthas back shook as she let out a humorous laugh "hah no. i just earned her trust, i never gave her a reason to have to ask questions so she just doesn't" she said and ran her hand through her hair lazily.

Georgia nodded in understanding. she watched the way Samanthas free hand would tick every couple of seconds, it seemed to be uncontrollable and Samantha didn't seem to be aware she was even doing it. that made her think about her conversation a couple hours earlier. they were in the same spot she is now with her daughter smoking the weed she confiscated from Marcus. the irony. she thought about how Ellen told her Samantha and Max were gay and how she and Clint were supportive of it. she never mentioned either of them having a girlfriend though and that made her wonder about the girl Samantha was always in the car with. the girl she was sitting beside at Blue farm when they first met or on the hood of her car when they were with their friends. there were so many times she saw them together and wondered if they were together. "are you dating that girl with black hair?"

Samantha looked at the woman in question, who was she talking about? the only girl she could think of that Georgia had seen her with was Jade but that was ridiculous. they'd never done anything to make anyone think they were dating. "Jade?" she asked with furrowed brows.

the blonde finally pried her eyes away from the raven haired girl and glanced down at her hand. "i don't know" she said simply.

Samantha chuckled at the thought of anyone thinking they were a thing. it's not Jade wasn't her type but she just never wanted the group dynamic to get messed up. it was already feeling really weird with Matthew and Nia, she didn't want to add onto it. "no. she's my best friend" she explained.

the blonde nodded and blew the smoke out of her mouth, it was godly. "she's pretty"

Samantha nodded in agreement, "oh incredibly so" she confirmed "but that would fuck up our friend group dynamic and we just don't care for it"

the blond hummed, "so your not dating anyone?"

with a shake of her head the girl responded "not right now. i don't really date if i'm honest" the words were leaving her mouth with a lot more ease, she was high to the point in which she didn't really think about her answers before saying them. in fact by now she had put out the small blunt and left it in the ashtray between them. she wondered if Georgia smoked cigarettes as well. she was never a fan of them or the smell but simply the thought of the blonde beside her holding a deadly stick in her hand and smoking it made her stomach twist.

the blonde looked at the girl confused, "why not?"

Samantha shrugged, "it takes up a lot of time" she sighed with a slight shrug. she dropped her head onto her knee caps for support.

Georgia laughed "aren't you a teenager?" she asked almost as if what Samantha had just said sounded unbelievable to her.

"sure, that takes all AP classes, works and has to make time for her needy siblings and friends"

"you work?" the blonde questioned.

the girl nodded, "at blue farm"

she looked at Samantha confused, in fact at this point at this point the look on the woman's face was engraved in her head. it seemed as if everything Samantha said confused her. maybe it was just the high. "the twins don't" she stated.

she chuckled "the twins also don't have their own car or are able to go out at night without an explanation"

Georgia smiled with a nod, "so you've got it all figured out huh?"

Samantha shrugged a bit sheepish "i guess," she said and watched as Georgia hit the blunt lightly to get rid of the ash piled at the end of it. she was taking her time smoking and even though Samantha didn't know it was because she still felt a slight fuzz from when she smoked with Ellen. she realized Georgia wasn't going to talk, maybe excepting Samantha to elaborate more so she did, a lot more serious now. "i don't know, i did date someone last year but it was in secret and it got kinda fucked up"

finally Georgias attention was intently set on her at her previous words, "and who would that be?"

Samantha almost laughed, she wouldn't be getting an answer this quickly or at all, really. "wouldn't you like to know"

the blonde pouted, "oh come on, i'm not one of your friends, like i'd know or tell anyone" even though she looked incredibly cute and a part of Samantha was burning at the thought of Georgia begging her to know something about her life. it was almost ego boosting.

"i don't know about either of those, you probably know them by now and how can i be sure you won't go and blather go Ginny"

Georgia laughed loudly, "please, like i ever tell her anything"

Samantha looked at the blonde slightly amused at how she reacted, "maybe you have a point about that"

the blonde looked at Samantha intently expecting her to add to her sentence but the raven haired girl simply looked at the blonde with a smile that even though she shouldn't, she found incredibly endearing. "so your just not gonna tell me?"

Samantha shook her head. "nope." she said and stood up. "i'll see you around though Georgia" she said and winked at the blonde. Georgia looked at the girl climb down her balcony in slight bewilderment, mod expecting her to just up and leave her alone in the middle of a conversation. the raven haired girl glanced at the blonde one last time before running to her house with a huge grin displayed on her lips.

in that exact moment she knew she was fucked.

the rest of the week passed in a flash and friday came faster than expected. all four girls decided to get ready at Samanthas house. Oliver and Matthew had gone to the store to pick up a bottle to pregame and Samantha was more than ready to get wasted and not have to think about anything else other than who she's taking home. the raven haired girl was curling her hair, makeup already done. Nia had helped with her eyeliner and even offered her lipstick but Samantha declined. Nia only looked at the girl with a knowing look and continued on with her own makeup.

Jade and Natalie were already done, Jade was vaping on Samanthas bed whilst Natalie was talking to her. it didn't take long for the bedroom door open and Matthew and Oliver walk in with a black backpack. "what'd you get?" Samanthas asked and set the curling wand down. she ran her fingers through her hair to break the curls and make them look more natural. once she was done she stood from her vanity chair and looked at the two boys.

"vodka and fireball" Matthew said with a huge grin. he took the bag off his shoulder and threw it on the bed, the bag landing beside Jade who straightened up and began to unzip it.

"seriously? fireball? what the fuck?" Jade asked holding the bottle in her hand, practically reading everyone's thoughts.

"what?" Matthew chuckled, "it's the quickest and easiest way to get drunk" he said with a slight shrug.

Oliver laughed and hit the boy on the back twice, "yeah, the quickest way to end up on Anna's bed" he said referring to Matthews crazy ex. the boy shook his head with a horrified look.

"fuck no. i just didn't have any cash on me" he said and Samantha laughed.

"you could have told me, i have money" she said holding up a fifty. Matthew shrugged and sat down on the girls bed, his eyes lingered on Nias frame for a second too long before he craned his neck to look at Jade.

"you look very pretty" he complimented the girl with his signature smirk.

Jade laughed loudly, "fuck off. there'll be plenty of girls willing to have sex with you there"

Matthews mouth fell open in shock, "ouch. i was just giving you a polite compliment"

"to get into her pants" Natalie murmured bringing the vape Jade just had up to her lips. Oliver smiled proudly at his girlfriend and sat down on her lap, who was sitting on the beanbag at the corner of the room.

"i love you" he admitted and kissed her lips.

everyone let out a dramatic groan at the sight, "get a room" Nia said and grabbed the closet pillow near her and threw at her brother and his girlfriend. Oliver laughed as he held his hand up and caught it easily.

"you guys are so single. seriously, every single one of you needs to get laid asap" he said pointing at each of them.

"oh god, i know" Samantha admitted with a frown and walked toward Jade. the taller girl welcomed her with open arms, a genuine smile on her lips as she caught the girls body with her own and let her stay there.

Nia glanced at them and then turned to Oliver who was already looking at her. a second later Matthew stood from the bed and grabbed the bottle of vodka. "who's up for shots?" he asked and held the alcohol up.

Samantha's ears perked at the statement and she pulled away instantly, not fully just to the point in which she wasn't practically laying on the girl under her. "fuck yes. i need to get drunk as soon as possible" she said and took one of the plastic shots Matthew was handing out.

the teen boy went around with the bottle pouring everyone except for the twins a shot. they were both driving and they all had an agreement that the designated driver could never drink, even a drop of alcohol. once they all had their cup filled Matthew held his up in the air. "to the best senior year ever" he said making Jade and Samantha laugh.

"you are so corny"

he rolled his eyes, "come on, i'm serious"

the two glanced at one another with an amused smile before they turned toward Matthew and held their cup up as well. "to the best senior year ever" they repeated Matthews words and all hit his cup before bringing the cup to their lips and downing the liquor in one go.

once they had all swallowed Matthew put the bottle away and slung the bag over his shoulder. "we ready?"

they all nodded, each grabbing their perspective things and following the boy out of Samanthas room. the raven haired girl was wearing a long cardigan over her black mini dress. she'd rather not have her mom see her wearing a dress that barely covered her ass.

"hey guys," Ellen said smiling at each of them who greeted the woman back enthusiastically. "your leaving?" she asked directing her words to her daughter.

"yeah." she nodded with a smile.

the blonde nodded, "okay. just be back by two" she said earning a nod from her daughter.

"okay, Nia will probably bring me home" she said pointing at her friend who held her hand up in a slight wave at Ellen. the blonde mom smiled at Nia in appreciation.

"okay honey, just please be safe and call if you need anything" she said and Samantha held up a thumbs up. she kissed her mothers cheek and waved at her dad who recuperated the gesture. they each said goodbye to the woman as they shuffled out of the house.

"i love Ellen" Oliver said with a huge grin.

"you say that every time you come to my house" Samantha rolled her eyes.

"and i will never get tired of it. she's the best, i mean she asked no questions and let's you go out until two without you having to beg. i mean seriously, im in love with that woman" he concluded making his girlfriend smack his arm softly with a shake of her head.

"yes, Oliver. we know you have mommy issues now get in the damn car" Nia rolled her eyes at her brother and shoved past him.

Samantha got in the passenger seat of her friends car whilst Jade got in the back. Matthew had decided to ride with Oliver considering he had been victim of having to listen to their 'girl talk' more than once. the raven haired girl let out a cloud of smoke from her nose and mouth as she rapidly texted Marcus to leave the back door open.

"so," Nia spoke glancing at her friend who threw her phone on her lap. "are you actually going to get laid tonight or was that just all talk?"

Samantha threw her head back in a laugh, of course she'd ask her this. ever since her breakup with a certain girl last year she had been wanting her friend to move onto someone else. in all honesty Samantha had slept with other people since but they never led to anything further than them leaving their number and her throwing it in the trash the next day.

"i don't know," she shrugged, "i hooked up with Kim from spanish didn't i?" she asked looking at her friend.

Nia snorted out a laugh, "and when she asked you if you wanted to go out the day after you said no so that really doesn't count" she shook her head.

Samantha sighed, "so what i'm hearing is that you don't want me to get laid but that you want me to get a girlfriend" she confirmed.

Nia shrugged, "maybe? would that be so bad? you have to get over A-"

"don't" Samantha snapped immediately cutting the girl off before she could even get another syllable out. Nias mouth closed shut in that instant watching as her friend turned to look at the road with her arms crossed.

the girl sighed heavily, "look, i just think it isn't healthy that you can't even say her name anymore. why don't you hook up with Sophie?" she offered and Jade wiggled herself between the consoles. she turned her head toward Samantha and pointed a finger at her as she nodded her head.

"yeah, i actually kinda miss hanging out with her. plus she's actually in our grade and there's history there" she said making Samantha laugh.

"yeah and my sister has a massive crush on her so she'd kill me for that"

the two girls in the car groaned at her words, "seriously, Samantha? when are you going to stop doing everything simply because it'll hurt Maxine's sensitive ass feelings?" Nia asked looking at her friend with a suddenly more serious expression.

the raven haired girl stayed quiet at that. she didn't exactly have anything to respond to that. she knew she coddled Max's feelings a little too much but she couldn't think of herself being the reason why her sister was hurt. she'd hate herself for doing that. besides, it's not like she could ever see Sophie that way. they had known each other since kindergarten and she had only ever been able to see her as a friend.

"not Sophie" she said simply and turned her eyes back onto the road. Jade and Nia looked at each other then Nia nodded.

"fine. but you have to give someone else a chance"

"and i will" Samantha agreed.

quiet giggles echoed throughout the dark and empty house as lips met one another in slight fury. hands were groping the girls waist and the other was holding her neck. the raven girls hands were wrapped in blonde locks and her lips were kissing the girl back hungrily. even though she had heels on the blonde holding her was still too tall and it was getting harder and harder to kiss her without tripping over her feet.

she pulled away from the kiss, her chest heaving and her lips swollen with red lipstick that belonged to the girl in front of her. the blonde - Emma, she thinks that's her name looked just as disbelieved as her. the girl had on a sparkly skirt and black tube top that showed the slight swell of her breasts, her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed. Samantha was sure she had on a matching color. "everyone's asleep so we have to be quiet" she said and the blonde quickly nodded.

an excitement filled her stomach at the thought of what was about to happen and she grabbed Emma's hand tightly, the two tried their best to tiptoe upstairs. even then Emma couldn't keep her hands off of the shorter latina. once they were on the top step Emma shoved the girl into the wall and leaned down to press her lips against the shorter girls heatedly. Samantha let out a small whimper in surprise, she let the kiss go on for a second before she shoved the blonde off by her shoulder softly.

"my room." she said simply and dragged the girl through the hallway until they were finally met with her door. she reached for the knob and twisted it to reveal her empty bedroom. the lamp on the girls nightstand was left on so she could see where to step, there were clothes scattered on the ground that were left when she was deciding on what to wear.

Emma's hand travels down to the girls buttocks where she squeezes firmly. Samantha giggles against the girls lips, she pulls away for a second before connecting their lips once more. she moves backwards until her back hits the closed door, she moves her right hand down the door until it reaches the doorknob, she twists the lock and then withdrawals her hand to place it back on the blondes shoulder.

"we have to be quiet" Samantha mumbled in between kisses, Emma nodded quickly and chased the girls lips. the raven haired girls lips moved against the blondes, greedily almost as if they were would be pulled apart at any second. Emma shoved her tongue in Samantha's mouth and the raven haired girl felt a rush of heat run down her body.

"fuck" she whispered and pulled away, Emma chuckled as she tried to control her breathing. Samantha leaned up to ghost her lips against the blondes in a teasing manner, Emma was about to connect them but the raven haired girl pulled away with a teasing smile. she grabbed the girls hand and walked backwards, leading her toward the bed. the girl had a smile on her lips, walking toward the bed until the back of the blondes knees were touching it and Samanthas back was facing the window.

she pushed the blonde down onto the bed with a smirk earning an amused smirk from Emma. Samantha took her heals off and kicked them to the side, Emma watched her intently and her breath stopped for a second as the shorter girl bent down, some of her chest being exposed as she climbed onto her lap. Emma was more than okay with her actions as she placed her hands on the girls waist and watched as the girl looked down at her with slightly parted lips and hooded eyes.

"you look so hot right now" Emma said lowly, Samantha's eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at her. her dress had risen up and was exposing almost all of herself from waist down. if she wasn't looking at her with those eyes, Emma would've already looked down to take a peak.

"yeah?" Samantha whispered in a sultry tone. Emma nodded immediately and the raven haired girl smiled, she reached for the blondes hand that was on her waist and moved it toward her front. the blonde glanced down at their hands and watched as the shorter girl trailed her hand inside her dress until she was met with her laced panties. a whimper echoed throughout the room as the blonde pressed down, Samantha arched her back at the feeling and Emma took the opportunity to lean up and press her lips on the girls neck. slowly Emma's free hand caressed the girls arm until she was touching her dress strap and began to pulled it down. the raven girl smiled and pushed the blondes head further into her neck whilst her left hand pushed her other dress strap down to help Emma pull it down.

once her chest was exposed Emma pulled away from her neck and looked at the pierced nipples in front of her. Samantha smirked cockily at the blondes reaction, after a year she had grown used to people reacting like this.

Emmas mouth latched onto the girls nipple making a breathy moan escape Samanthas lips. as the blonde was distracted on her body the raven haired girls mind drifted to something else or rather someone else. she wondered if the blonde was on the balcony, waiting for her to come out and have another smoke sesh. wondered if she was in her room doing things she shouldn't even be thinking about, wondered what if would feel like to have her mouth on her instead of Emma's. maybe unintentionally it was why she even chose Emma to take home. she was blonde, pretty and kind, the type of girl anyone would love to bring home to their parents. she just wasn't the girl Samanthas was thinking about.

instead she was thinking about the woman across the street who was watching the two teens hook up from her balcony. Samantha had thought of just that happening when she left the curtains open before she left for the party.

her smirk widened and she pushed the blonde down by her shoulders. Emma looked up at Samantha with pure excitement and shorter girl reached over her to turn the lamp off.

she didn't have to look out the window to know she was looking at them. she just knew. and she wouldn't be giving her the chance to see any part of her, no matter how much she wished she was on Georgias lap and not Emma's.

#georgia miller #georgia miller x reader #ginny and georgia #maxine baker #marcus baker #ginny miller #gxg #lesbian

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billyharringson · 4 months

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Not sure if you ship Jason (in case you don't, Sorry 🥹)

I'd love a sfw (fluffy?) Jason/Eddie with the prompt child friends that grow apart

I've been meaning to write more Munver for ages. However, I somehow missed the fluffy part of the ask and whilst there's some fluff near the end I think this is mostly angsty? It's really hard not to write Munver with angst though.

TW: religious trauma, homophobic slurs

Jason was drunk. Not overly but definitely enough that the careful facade he’d created as the top jock, good Christian boy was wearing thin. It usually didn’t matter, when he was at parties with his ‘friends’ drink normally just made him louder.

However, this wasn’t a party with just his friends. It was an open-door high school party where anyone could walk in. Which is exactly what had happened.

“Ugh, they’re really just letting anyone in here, aren’t they?” He said, his lips curling into a sneer. He expected Eddie to say something back, something over the top and ridiculous, like he always did. Somehow the simple, unimpressed eyebrow raise was much more devastating.

Eddie turned on his heel and walked out of the party, leaving Jason standing there feeling like perhaps the biggest tool in the world.

“What? You got nothing to say freak? That’s really all it took?” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. He swallowed painfully as Eddie tossed him one last, curiously blank, look over his shoulder.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to spar, supposed to toss insults at each other. Eddie was supposed to have that little half-smile that he always did when they interacted. He wasn’t supposed to be acting like this.

Because this was scarily close to how he’d acted all those years ago. Back in middle school, when Jason had first turned on him. He could still remember Eddie’s innocent, child-like face when Jason had told him they weren’t friends anymore. He saw it in his dreams enough that it was seared into his memory.

Eddie had looked hurt initially, which was fair. They had been best friends for years, and Jason’s betrayal had surely come out of left field. Eddie had never been one to mask his emotions, so Jason had seen, clear as day, when his pretty brown eyes had filled with tears. But then he’d shaken his head, his shorter, soft curls bouncing as he did so and when he’d opened his eyes again, they had been blank.

And then he’d nodded, told Jason that if that was what he wanted it was fine. He’d walked away without looking back.

Well, Jason wasn’t going to let him do it again. Ignoring the ever-present voice in the back of his head telling him that this was all his fault, he stormed out of the house and over to Eddie’s familiar van. Wrenching the back door open, he was hit with the sickly-sweet smell of weed, his nose wrinkling before he could stop himself.

Eddie stared at him, taking another drag of his joint before resting his wrist on his bent knee again.

“You’re really just gonna walk away?” Jason asked, desperation entering his voice as he climbed into the van and sat down opposite his childhood friend.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Eddie asked, blowing smoke in his direction. “Look Jace, I may have to put up with your bullshit at school, but this is my Saturday night. I'm not gonna stay around to get shit on if I don’t have to.”

“I...” Jason clumped back against the wall of the van, staring down at the half empty beer bottle in his hand. “Sorry.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a long while, just took another drag, stubbing the joint out in an ashtray on the floor. “Whatever man, just get out of my van.”

“No.” Jason replied instantly. “I want... I want to talk to you.”

Eddie snorted and looked away, head thudding gently against the wall. “Why now? It’s been like 3 years dude.”

“Because I...”

“Look, if you’re about to give me some bullshit apology then save it. I don’t wanna hear it, especially from some drunk asshole.” Eddie waved towards the still open doors of the van, rolling onto his knees and reaching for Jason like he was going to physically push him out.

“Wh-why didn’t you ever fight me?” Jason asked, pressing himself harder against the van wall. “When I told you we couldn’t be friends anymore. Why didn’t you ever try to keep me?”

Eddie flopped back onto his ass, staring at Jason in bewilderment. “Why didn’t I keep you?” He repeated, his voice rising in incredulity near the end of the question. “Jason, do you not remember how you ended things? You didn’t say we couldn’t be friends anymore, you said...don’t you remember what you called me? What you accused me of?”

Jason felt a chill go down his spine as the memory resurfaced. He must have blocked that bit out, remade their last friendly interaction into something softer to protect his own feelings from how awful he’d been. “I... I didn’t mean it.” He whispered.

“Then why the fuck did you say it?” Eddie asked, which was a fair question but not one that Jason wanted to answer. “Why did you call me a fag? Why did you act like it was the worst thing in the world to like men? Why did you call me a fucking devil?”

“Becau... I... they made me.” Jason stuttered, tears gathering behind his eyes.

Eddie blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“My parents found my diary. They saw... they saw what I wrote about you. They told me I had to stop being friends with you... because you were causing me to stumble... because if I wasn’t around you then I'd stop... being a fag.”

Eddie knew about his parents, about the things they did to ‘discipline’ him. Jason could only assume that that was why, instead of kicking him out and refusing to ever speak to him again, Eddie pulled the van doors closed. “Jace, are you gay?” Eddie asked gently.

Jason shook his head vigorously before he could stop himself. “N-no... I'm good, I'm a good person.” He said desperately, like if he spoke the words out loud it would make them true.

“I’m gay Jace, do you think I'm a bad person because of that?”

“No.” Jason couldn’t stop the tears flowing down his cheeks now. “And I don’t think you’re a bad person... even if everything I've been taught tells me otherwise.”

“You’re also not a bad person Jason.” Eddie smiled at him. “You’re an asshole, but you’re not a bad person.”

Jason pulled his knees up, pressing his forehead against them as he sobbed openly, his beer bottle still clutched in his hand. “Then why can’t I stop?”

“Stop what?” Eddie had edged closer at some point, and was now using his fingertips to tilt Jason’s chin up.

“Stop being in love with you.” Jason breathed, his words stuttering out of him as he waited for Eddie to react with disgust.

Eddie pried the beer from him, placing it on the floor before cupping Jason’s face with both hands. “I think it’s because that doesn’t make you a bad person either.” He leant forward slowly, clearly giving Jason time to pull away if he needed to, but he couldn't.

Instead Jason closed his eyes, accepting Eddie’s kiss with a sigh of relief.

“I love you too, Jace. Even after all these years.”

#stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson #jason carver #munver

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avianreptiles · 11 days

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I realized i actually dont know much about kenny, so if you want you can take this as a prompt to talk about him cuz he intrigues me....

This is not a place of honor

Okay so this is the general summary of his bullshit. I have a lore doc on the way. The lore doc goes soooo much into more detail on particular events and especially more on the reasoning and psychology of the actions in the story. The whole story itself is insane and gruesome and horrible, but i singled out on Kendrick cuz he's the most interesting in my opinion and I don't like him.

If you are waiting for the lore doc, I applaud your patience. It's coming, I swear.

Tw for talks of death, brief mentions of gore, suicide, main character deaths, politics, drugs, alcoholism, whatever. There is no happy endings in the shay/avian cinematic universe yadda yadda yadda okay

OKAY so Kendrick Poste was a transgender man born in 2098 in the right-winged, one-party dominant "democracy", the United States of Albany, to his parents, Mac and Haisley Poste. Mac and Haisley were both left-leaning and tried to raise him away from being rightwinged, but Kendrick ended up growing up not caring that much for politics. Anyways important bit, THEY WERE GOOD PARENTS. Haisley was a wonderful woman. Mac cared deeply for his son. Kendrick was When Kendrick was 12, the three of them got into a car wreck by a drunk driver, with Haisley passing away rather gruesomely, with the nature of the direction that the car hit. Namely, a good chunk of Haisley's lower and mid face had been ripped off by the carnage of the passenger door. Kendrick saw this in full view. It is very important to know that Kendrick saw this.

Kendrick and Mac are neverrrrrr the same after this. Like at all. Kendrick ends up recovering enough mentally after a couple of years and graduates high school early, applying for and getting into college at 16. The first half of the year goes by without a breeze. The second half of the year rolls by, and Kendrick falls like Icarus, got a little too close to the sun, a little too confident. After he lost all the drive to finish school, he started taking up smoking and ended up becoming "friends" with the guy that deals him weed, Percival. I can write so much on how Percival sucks but instead, I'm gonna write about how Kendrick is worse. So this guy manipulated and threatened anyone and everyone to his benefit, including his ex-girlfriend and his father. He was just some egotistical, jackass kid who got caught up gang violence and drug deals who took advantage of the people around him to make a name for himself in almost every circle of the city he lived in. He was known for just about one thing, though: Percival's big scary personal guard dog. He was a violent and often times cruel kid, cementing himself as one of the morr dangerous people to butt heads with AT FUCKING 16.

Anyways I am skipping a lot of important info but the day he turned 17, he got drafted into the war that Albany was in at the time, the Massachusetts/Albany war. The draft was basically a death sentence, as kids who got shipped off to war tended to not come back at all. For what he thought was going to be his last three weeks on earth until he had to go to the selective service office, he proceeded to let himself go almost entirely. Specific events? Threatened to kill Percival a couple times, did cocaine off of a hooker's leg at a party he went to, broke someone's wrist, and drank almost every other night. Mac at that point had given up on him, but their last conversation was when he was dropping him off at the service office, where Kendrick told him to go to hell. Anyways that was fucked up. What's up next is worse

Being drafted sucked dick. He was already pretty damn fit, and the government determined he didn't really need any physical training, but he was still a rebellious, jackass kid, and that needed fixing. Recently in the war, more draftees were going awoll, so the govs solution? Deadend. Deadend was a compound/training facility that I once described as "not supposed to make you love your country, but to fear it." At Deadend, it was basically physical torture under the guise of "if you dissent from the army/go awoll, you will have wished that the enemy had flayed you alive, with the shit we're going to do to you". It was about 2 months of that. This compound is also the reason why a lot of Albany soldiers, especially in the later years of the war, were reported to have looked "empty" or "souless" in the eyes. You had to drop your morals at the door, cuz if you didn't do everything your superior told you to, you were getting shoved into the drywall.

After 2 months, he got put into a special little group called Great Lakes Special Forces. Now I'm going to summarize some of the shit that happened in GLSF in some sort of timeline, because so much happened in the period of about a year:

-Late July 2115, placed into group with four other members.

-Late August, 2115, first kill, a girl about his age

-December 2115, Kendrick (Huron 01) is ordered to kill Ontario 01, to which he complies out of fear.

-Later in December, Ontario 02 is assigned to the group, a reminder that anyone is replaceable.

-December 2115 to about July 2116, Kendrick, distraught about having to carry out Ontario 01's execution becomes more reserved and West (Superior 01), starts to place him on more solo missions. In a combination of unsupervised warfare, cruelty, bloodlust, guilt over Ontario's death, and what not, becomes the most dangerous man on the Eastern Seaboard. His existence becomes a boogeyman tale, with titles such as "Deerhead" and "the devil with white eyes" become tossed around while describing assassinations, killings, and what not that happen within his domain. West (technically his commanding officer) around this point realized that this would be her fatal flaw, letting Kendrick get too cocky.

-In late July 2116, he is sent on more cooperation missions, and actually talks to Ontario 02, the replacement for Ontario.

HEY THIS IS NOT DONE BTW. I POSTED IT TOO EARLY. IM JUST GONNA WORK ON THE LORE DOC FOR NOW

#avian speaks #avian ask tag #avian oc tag #oc: kendrick poste #oc: mac poste #oc: haisley poste #i call him by the gov name cuz i dont like him

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blondedmuse · 2 years

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HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS

steve harrington x fem!reader

a late night smoke sesh with steve.

warnings: drunk reader, smoking/drug use, shotgunning, fingering, oral (f recieving)

author’s note: I'm a slut for steve, thank you

word count: 2k

"Hey, feet off the dash," He grumbled as he put the car into reverse, backing out of the parking space.

You tilt your head towards Steve. "My feet are killing me, Harrington."

"Okay fine, just..take your boots off, I'll carry them inside."

You smiled and he only rolled his eyes. Yes, admittedly you were a pain in his ass when you were drunk, but he would do just about anything for you whether he would admit it or not; and if that meant driving you home in the middle of the night because you stayed just a little too long at a party, then so be it.

You were beyond grateful to have a best friend like him. But you didn't know how long you could stand the thought of only being his best friend.

You bare feet were on the dash now, your head looking out the window, preoccupied with these million other thoughts—and Steve was quick to notice.

"Hey, sweetheart, you okay?" He asked, trying to keep his focus on the road.

You jerked your head towards him. "Yeah, just..."

"Drunk?" He laughed.

"Who would've guessed?" You grinned.

"Well you're lucky the ride's short, because we're here." His car pulled into the empty driveway of your house, satisfied with the lack of cars in front of your home.

"Parent's out tonight?" He questioned, furrowing his brows.

You shook your head. "The weekend. My dad has business in New York and my mom went with. They're not gonna be back til Monday."

He nodded. "Alright, well let's get you inside, yeah?"

"Yeah," You sighed and Steve grabbed your boots while you grabbed your bag and walked to the front door.

Once inside, you immediately aimed for the kitchen, your body dying for a glass of water.

"How do you feel?" Steve asked making his way towards you, watching intently as you chugged a glass of water.

Part of you wanted to spit some snarky comment like you always did, something along the lines of Stop worrying about me, it's not a good look on you, because it wasn't. You wanted him to stop caring about you so much, to stop feeding into the idea that you could be more than friends. But instead, you gave a truthful answer.

"Better. Like I could smoke some weed- we..could smoke some weed" You quirked a brow at him, a complacent smirk forming at your lips and was soon infecting his.

"Whatever you want." He returned your smile and you went to your room to grab your stash.

You came back with a brown bag in hand, holding it up in all its glory. Back in the kitchen, you propped yourself up onto the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the side which Steve stood between.

You pulled a blunt from the bag and placed it between your lips as you pulled your lighter from your pocket, but Steve was quick to snatch it from your fingers.

"What was that for?" Your scoff muffled by the joint hanging from our mouth.

"Pretty girls don't light their own blunts."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Who wouldn't," He said, igniting the joint between your lips and you inhaled.

You were slightly annoyed at how casual he flirted with you, at how he probably didn't even realize he was flirting with you, because you wanted to be anything but casual; and you hadn't a clue what he wanted. One minute he'd be all over you and then nonchalantly friend-zoning you the next.

It was tiring—you were tired. Your eyelids were harboring heavyweights that became harder to keep open the longer he looked through you while the faint sound of your thoughts bled into your ears, meddling with your head like a slow, sensual kiss.

"Whatever, Steve 'the hair' Harrington," You mocked with air quotes and all, brushing off his compliment and breathing out the clouded fumes.

He scoffed as you passed the blunt to him and took a drag. "You're funny when you're drunk."

"I know. Someone's gotta be the funny one, and it's definitely not you." You declared as your finger landed on his chest.

"Hey! I'm funny-"

"Sure you are. Are you gonna go on about how the ladies love your humor?" You rolled your eyes jokingly.

He shook his head, laughing. "They do y'know."

"Whatever. Y'know in Vegas casinos it smells like weed all the time? it's gotta be like heaven in there, you could practically get high off the air," You said, before sucking delicately on the smoke once more. If the alcohol hadn't loosened you up by now, the weed definitely did. At this point you were just talking just to talk and Steve enjoyed every second.

"That's what you think heaven is?"

You exhaled the gray stench in his face and his expression crinkled in disgust. "Of course I do."

"Of course you do," He chuckled. "Clearly you haven't been to heaven then."

You furrowed your brows while feeding the blunt between his lips. "And you have?"

"No, but I can get you there," He breathed, reciprocating your puff of smoke in his face. "If you'll let me." You stared at him for a few seconds before fully understanding the gravity of his suggestion.

Your brow shot up. "Cocky much?"

"Maybe...but I just want to make you feel good." Your gaze flickered between his eyes and lips, and only now were you realizing what a pretty shade of pink they really were.

You wrapped your lips around the blunt, inhaling what you could before grabbing Steve's face, putting your lips on his. You exhaled the smoke from your mouth into Steve's, which he gladly accepted.

"I didn't get an answer, baby." He pulled away and you could see your smoke evading his lips.

Baby. You didn't know if you had become so intoxicated and reached the point of delirium or if this was really, truly happening. Part of you didn't want to know, because what was worse? Being used or fleeting sincerity?

"Eyes on me babe, c'mon."

You focused on him again and decided fuck it. "Yes, take me to heaven, Harrington."

This time Steve's hands were on your face, thumbs running over your cheekbones and wasting no time in dragging you back in for another kiss. A soft moan spilled from your mouth into his and he knows he's got you where he wants you, running a hand up your thigh before quickly finding the button of your pants.

You lean back on the counter, elbows supporting you as he takes them off and drops to his knees. You're half focused on him and half focused on whether or not this is still happening, but all doubting thoughts dissipate when you feel Steve's tongue drag over your clothed cunt.

Your whole body felt aflame and he's barely touched you.

When he finally takes your underwear off he can see how wet you truly are. Your heat was hot against his face, your scent alone was intoxicating, maybe enough to get him high on its own. Even more intoxicating was your taste, it'd only been seconds and he felt like he could spend hours between your legs.

His tongue swirled around your clit while you lean back on the counter, your elbows no longer supporting you.

Your fingers clawed at his scalp, messing up his hair, which is quite a pet peeve of his but he would let you do it a million times over if it meant he could have you like this. They dig deeper when his teeth brush up against your clit just enough to have your back arching off the counter, hips bucking up as a moan escapes your lips.

"Oh god, Steve."

If you thought you knew what heaven was, you were wrong. His breath set your cunt ablaze while his lips closed around your clit. His tongue flicked around the sensitive bud, his hands running up and down your thighs and gingerly holding your body down before your hips can buck up to meet his mouth once more.

"Try and stay still for me," Steve mumbled into your heat, his voice sending vibrations rolling through your body causing a chill to run up your spine, your head hitting the kitchen counter. The joint in your hand was forgotten long ago, deserted from the moment your tongues intertwined with each-other. You only remembered it then, feeling it between your fingertips, and in that moment you went to put it out. Only when you did, you felt Steve slip a finger into you and your hand slammed onto the counter at the motion.

"Fuck," You breathed, your legs tightening and forcing his head further into your cunt and he couldn't help but groan.

"Need another," You said and swallowing thickly, as his mouth sucked relentlessly while he curled his finger.

"Another what, baby?"

"Another-" You were interrupted by a moan erupting from the back of your throat. "Another finger, please."

Steve did exactly what you asked of him and you shamelessly pushed your hips up against him. The tension in your lower stomach was steadily building, and quicker than you'd like to admit.

His mouth was so effortlessly driving you insane, he was driving you insane. The way his warm hand felt around your thigh while he fucked is tongue into you with so much fervor had you reeling.

It was mindless, the way he knew exactly where to touch, where to brush his fingers to have you squirming, writhing under him. The feeling was so intense, you wouldn’t be surprised if you just blacked out then and there on the kitchen counter. His name rolled of your tongue like a desperate prayer while your hips rolled against his fingers, lips around your clit.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna-" The pleasure was so much you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"Cum?" He asked and you only sobbed in response. "Let go for me, sweetheart, m'right here."

His arms released your thighs, entangling with your hands and whatever he'd said about staying still was definitely forgotten by now as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, finally pushed over the edge. The orgasm that washed over you made your vision go white and you were sure you were in heaven. It was harsh and near brutal, but you swear he made you see stars.

Steve's tongue continued to languidly thrust in and out of your cunt, helping you ride out a new high. After a moment, you reached down to scratch his head attempting to pull him away from your heat and he obliged. When you finally came down from your orgasm, his lips were in view, soaked with you and a smile tugging at its ends. The sensation of his mouth and fingers were now gone, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

Steve's no longer between your thighs, but pulling you toward him on the counter, a firm grasp on your ankles. Once you're sitting up and he's standing between your thighs again, he doesn't hesitate in kissing you, but this time it's chaste and you can feel it; he kissed you just to kiss you, and when you pulled away you were met with hopeful eyes and a shit-eating grin.

"So, what's better? Heaven or Las Vegas?"

"I think you know the answer," You giggled.

You were both still so clearly high and you were still drunk, now fucked out too. So, you both silently agreed that whatever was between you two would be a conversation for the morning. But a part of you knew that you'd find yourself in heaven again soon.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve my beloved #blondedmuse.nsfw

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stargirlwrites · 2 years

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Smoking starlovers

Jungkook x cute pothead/Dealer F. reader

-> smut

-> Age gap,, Huge mention of weed, unprotected sex, [don't do it unless you want to have a child and die.] Cussing, teasing, just sex tbh, domish jk??-

☆ ------ ︻╦╤─ ҉ -¨ * ‧₊˚*♡ * *” ♡. ♡ ------ ☆

Jungkook visited your apartment you shared with your friends, you had something you can provide him with. And that thing is weed. Jungkook is 7 years older than you, you're 18 and he's 25. He met you when you were 15 and you were selling weed to him. Jungkook was a casual smoker, he did it for fun. While on the other hand you were a straight addict but for some reason it was hot. Jungkook knew he shouldn't find his crazy teen plug hot but you were.

Jungkook knocks at your door to be greeted by sana, who was the girlfriend of Yoongi who happens to be Jungkooks childhood best friend. She smiles as she pulls jungkook in for a huge, he's like her little brother.

"You looking for __?" Jungkook shyly smiles as he nods his head, he's not a big fan of talking.

" __ JUNGKOOK IS HERE SO GET YOUR ASS DOWN AND GET YOUR BAG, YOU STILL NEED TO PAY THE ELECTRICITY BILL IT'S YOUR TURN THIS MONTH." sana yells, of course she loves being loud and silly.

You come down quickly, in baggy black pajama pants, your short wavyish curly black hair nappy and crazy, your baggy black shirt with some kind of devil ritual lettering and your all black socks with your silly sheep plushie slippers. Jungkook notices your fit and smiles immediately. Of course you're just waking up looking like a cute hobo as if it's not 3:42 pm in the afternoon.

You look up at him, your sleepy face with tiny dark circles under your cute doe eyes. Your face lights up and bit but he can tell you wanna be in your bed slumped right now.

"Hey bro, before you say anything I got your shit ready don't worry. Also you get a little extras for the Halloween special" you smile as you say that. And FUCK jungkook loves the smiley piercing that shows whenever you smile. He's so whipped.

"Yeah thanks __, I appreciate it, also is it fine if I kick it here for a couple hours?" his cheeks blush up a bit, odd..

"Yeah of course fuzzy make yourself at home. Ima get your shit and be right down and get something to eat I'm still high as shit and got the munchies" you smile again and the same smiley piercing welcomes Jungkook even more. The little nickname "fuzzy" you gave him since you were 15 made his heart flutter. You were always a wonderful person to be around especially when he's feeling down.

Jungkook sits down on your couch, the couch where you and him smoked at least 400 blunts over the past year since you moved in, the same couch you told Jungkook you were bisexual, the same couch were you and your ex girlfriend broke up, the same couch you smoked so much you started spitting out all this gross liquid, the same couch were Jungkook realized how much you meant to him. It was just THAT couch.

Jungkook gets comfortable on the couch and it doesn't take you that long to come back with a bag full of goodies.

"Alright here's your stuff, the Halloween bag has a wax pen, 2 blunts and candy" you say while stuffing left over pizza from the crazy night you had last night down your throat, gulping down sprite you just randomly found on the little night stand next to the couch. You then let out a burp, you honestly didn't care who was around if you had to burp you're going to fucking burp. And Jungkook loves that about you. He loves that you just don't care about little things like that. He loves that you're real and don't try to sugarcoat anything and try to get validation from everyone else.

"Guys I'm going out with Yoongi, Soobin is at his mothers house and Chaeyoung and Taehyung went to this thingy since their twins and get to get free stuff if you bring your twin or whatever, so its just going to be you too" sana says as she waves her goodbyes, you guys wave back and nod your heads in confirmation that you got it.

"Wait Jungkook I'm going to go get something in my room I'll be right back" you say and get up to dash to your room, jungkook just nods. It's been a while and you're not back from your room yet, Jungkook gets up to head to your room, he's halfway there and can hear faint screaming. He automatically opens the door to your room, His eyes widen as he sees what's in front of him.

He walked into you changing. You're in nothing but a pair of boxers and a bra. Your tits looks so good, so big. Your ass is begging to be freed from those boxers. Jungkook can feel his cock stiffening in his sweatpants. His eyes meet yours. Your eyes widen a bit by not as much as his are.

"So are you just going to stand there and watch me change or.." you shy away, you look at Jungkook with the cutest eyes. Your eyes trail down his body and you notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants. You're so glad you're not the only one who's experiencing sexual tension.

"__ I uhm I-" he doesn't know what to say, his body is in fire and doesn't even know what to think at this point

"Your dick is up" he looks at his dick the looks at you, he's humiliated that you saw it.

"I'm sorry this isn't me it's just, I'm sorry I'll go now" he says as he's about to leave your room.

"do you want to touch me Jungkook? If so you can." His eyes widen, he looks back at you. And holy hell you're already stripping out of your boxers. You pull down your boxers and all he can see is your squishy thighs and your legs clenched together, covering any sight of your womanhood.

"__, you're not thinking straight, I uhm I think I'm going to just.." he looks back at you, you gave him 'That.' Look. The look that confirms that you both just have to do what you guys have to do.

Jungkook and you end up on your bed, completely naked. Jungkook toys with your pussy gently, dirty talking a bit to get you extra wet for him.

"Fuck your little cunt is so wet and pretty baby" Jungkook licks your skit and rubs his finger on your clit gently, he knows you're a virgin and new to this so he'll treat you with care.

"Mmh, Jungkook just put it in please" high pitched little whimpers escape your mouth as he works on your clit and outside of your pussy, making sure you're nice and wet for him since he is about a good 8.5 inches.

Jungkook hums as he grabs his erected cock and slaps your cute wet cunt with his tip, making you both moan at the feeling. He slides his tip up and down your slit making you whimper, waiting for the right time to enter your virgin hole.

Your face twitches cutely and your body wiggles a bit when you feel the tip of Jungkooks cock enter you, Jungkook feels his cock twitch the second he enters you.

"Fuck baby your greedy chubby little cunt trying to suck me in full, you think you can handle huge cock just yet baby? No, not when this is your first time sweetheart." He groans as he continues to open you up a bit pushing at least half of his cock inside of you.

"You can m-move now kookie" a tear falls from your eyes as he snaps his hips forward, his cock reaching a little too deep for your comfort. He notices and fucks into you ever faster and harder making you scream out his name and tell him to slow down but he just does the opposite.

"Fucking hell __, your pussy is taking me so well baby" he lifts your legs up over his shoulder, your walls clench and you get wetter, his cock fills you up so good. A little too good. The stretch he was giving you and the way his cock started to hit the perfect spots. Feeling nothing but pleasure and no more pain in your lower region.

"F-fuck your dick is so good p-please don't stop kookie!" you feel like you're about to pee but in a pleasurable way. Waves of pleasure hit you when Jungkook reaches for your throat and squeezes it a bit, he notices how your pussy clenches around him and the gush if wetness that he felt in his cock while he was basically ramming into your pussy.

Jungkook doesn't stop moving his hips, the way he groans and moans out your name makes your pussy flutter. The way his hand has a hold of your neck and the way he's pinching and playing with your nipple here and there makes you come to a climax.

"Mm- Fuck! Kookie ima, ima cum" high pitches sounds come out of your mouth, Jungkook goes ever faster and smirks when you scream when he hits that certain spot in your pussy.

"F-fuck cum baby, cum on my cock like the good girl you are" his hands go down to your clit and rubs it to bring you closer to orgasm. As soon as he hears this hot sound come out of your mouth and feels your cunt tighten, you cum hard on his cock. The sight of you cumming so hard for him had him reaching his own orgasm, squirting his release all inside your sensitive cunt.

Heavy breathing was heard all around the room. It took a fat minute to realized you just had sex not just for the first time but with you long time crush Jeon Jungkook. And being honest you can't believe you let him dom you, you have to dom his ass back just to feel the girl queen pussy boss power.

"I can't believe we just had sex oh my God. And don't think you're getting any free weed or anything just cuz I let you hit mister" you say jokingly. You were about to crack another joke but you feel Jungkooks muscular heavy tatted arm wrap about your waist. He pushes you closer to him and gives you a sweet kiss. Your eyes widen but you give into the kiss within a couple of seconds. You can taste a bit of weed and sweet frosting while kissing him, it feels like heaven.

• Let's just say they end up dating and start making a lot of love•

(Sorry for the sudden rush at the end, its my first "long" smut I guess)

Thank you for reading!!

#bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook fanfic #bts #kpop #jungkook x you #nastygal #freaky #jungkook fic #taekook #bts jk #jjk smut #smut

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fritextramole · 2 months

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striving to find the right road

part 3 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Feeling Good ~ Nina Simone

Dragonfly out in the sun You know what I mean, don't you know? Butterflies all havin' fun You know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done That's what I mean

Everyday People ~ Sly & The Family Stone

I am no better and neither are you We're all the same, whatever we do You love me, you hate me

The Adults Are Talking ~ The Strokes

You were waitin' for the elevator You were sayin' all the words I'm dreaming No more askin', questions, or excuses

High School Never Ends ~ Bowling For Soup

The whole damn world is just as obsessed With who's the best dressed and who's having sex Who's got the money, who gets the honeys Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess And I still don't have the right look And I still have the same three friends And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then High school never ends

The New Year ~ Death Cab for Cutie

The clanking of crystal Explosions off in the distance

Atomic Dog ~ George Clinton

Why must I feel like that? Why must I chase the cat?

The World Is Ugly ~ My Chemical Romance

These are the lies and the lives of the taken These are their hearts, but their hearts don't beat like ours They burn 'cause they are all afraid But mine beats twice as hard

Picket Line ~ Bobby DePace

My head is getting weary and my body is worn But i’ll keep on walking til i can’t walk no more

Royals ~ Lorde

Life is great without a care We aren't caught up in your love affair

War on the Workers ~ Anne Feeney

Listen up, we've got a war zone here today Right in our heartland, and across the USA These multinational bastards don't use tanks and guns it's true But they've declared a war on us, fight back! It's up to you

What Is Hip? ~ Tower Of Power

So you became part of the new breed Been smoking only the best weed Hanging out with so-called hippest set Been seen in all the right places Seen with just the right faces You should be satisfied But still it ain't quite right

Seven ~ Sleeping At Last

How wonderful to see a smile on your face It costs farewell tears for a welcome-home parade A secret handshake between me and my one life I'll find the silver lining, no matter what the price

Right Back Where We Started From ~ Army Navy

Love is good, love can be strong We gotta get right back to where started from

Stand by Me ~ Ben E. King

If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountains should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Baby I Need Your Loving ~ Four Tops

Some say it's a sign of weakness for a man to beg Then weak, I'd rather be If it means having you to keep 'Cause lately I've been losing sleep

I Heard It Through The Grapevine ~ Marvin Gaye

You could have told me yourself That you love someone else, instead I heard it through the grapevine

The Hollow Sound of the Morning Chimes ~ TOPS

You've been up all night Clangin round The thoughts that you cannot make right

Big Wheel ~ Samia

I got a lover in my bedroom Or the smell of him at least If he's somewhere getting smarter On a free man's odyssey

Expert In A Dying Field ~ The Beths

The city is painted with memory The water will never run clear The birds and the bees and the flowers and trees They know that we've both been here And I can flee the country For the worst of the year But I'll come back to it

Train in Vain (Stand by Me) ~ The Clash

All the times when we were close I'll remember these things the most

Right Place Wrong Time ~ Dr. John

I was in the right trip But I made it in the wrong car

Nasty Gal ~ Betty Davis

I said, you went around tellin' everybody Yeah, you just put me down now You dragged my name in the mud All over town

#gg #ggplaylists #vanessa abrams #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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confessions-official · 3 months

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Tw ed and possible depression?

I feel sick when I think about if I'm depressed or not. I dont like using that word, I havent earned it. I have a loving family and the best girlfriend in the world. I dont wanna die, I just dont wanna exist. I dont wanna do anything except smoke weed, Which helps things not seem so dim. It makes me feel less. Bored I guess. I sont wanna do anything. I dont wanna game, I dont wanna talk to my family, I dont wanna talk to my friends, I dont wanna talk to my girlfriend, I dont wanna draw, I dont wanna do my work, I dont wanna get out of bed. But I do. I know people who are depressed who cant make themself gwt out of bed.

I feel like a faker. I cant tell anyone I feel this way because it'd be unnecessary burden to them, And their lives are already hard enough without me adding to it. I don't want to tell anyone the bad stuff because then they'd think the same way, But mt life isnt even that bad. Its hard to say or send anything because my body just. Doesnt let me. I'll be trying to post a silent cry for help and automatically exit out and cancel the post. I'll write it all up and instead of hitting send I delete it all.

I dont even eat half the time anymore. I wait until its unbearable and affecting me to eat. I used to tell my gf because when she tells me to eat I do, But I stopped. I dont wanna bother her. Nobody notices either, Since in our house we usually only eat dinner together, And that's if my dad doesnt have to work. He leaves at 3 o'clock every day so its not like he can see if I'm eating or not.

Im doing better in school now, I was trying but. Now I'm not. It doesnt matter though. I dont even remember what grade I'm in. Being homeschooled means I never have to see or speak to anyone. Its what I wanted anyways. Less work. Less hours. Less effort lower goals yet higher outcomes. I had 3 F's almost constantly in school, Now I only have one, And the rest are A's and B's.

Its easy when you can search anything and everything up. If I have an essay I read the wiki page for whatever its about and I've only gotten 100%'s in english so far. My overall grade is a 100% for english actually

I just dont understand. I dont hate myself do I? I thought i finally loved myself. I thought i finally fixed it i fixed myself i was finally better i was normal. Theres no reaskn i should be feeling so desprately lost and so alone nd so. Sad

I'm sorry. I know this isnt the blog for this, I know this is for confessions but this is the only place I can say any of this. I couldnt tell anyone in my life that I dont wanna exist, Or that I think my brain snapped, Or that I have serious problems. I hate this. I just want someone to know and care. I just want someone to notice something is wrong. Itd make it so much fucking easier if I coulrnt jide behind the lie of 'im okay'

#confession #suicide #eating disorder

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freeworldallahexecutivembaclass · 1 year

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Well it is official I got an invite from the King and Queen you know my two leading ladies from Hip Hop that is my arm pieces that is a given they gave that to me for me being a sincere fan of those ladies truth their husbands or boyfriends would step aside and gesture me to those Queen ladies those the ones I'm trying to get with , my ladies and women friend one from Trinidad Nicki and the other from the Bronx see here there she look like Cardi B Meagan wow what is it going to be like working for them and with them that is a lot of books to learn from also and audio and video to do research from I'm feeling real optimistic about the future my personal training no eyes there please alot of pounds to lose and make something something of myself just a joke I'm happy so happy my life turned out good I hope I don't flop or be a disaster and not go meet them they called for me asked for me and invited me the King and Queen of the British empire that is big I'm amazing I do it from the weirdest places then again I'm the first of my kind a comeback and alot of people don't really mess with me no more they not into like a person getting a second chance at a good life so I gotta go it alone then turn around and hire them like their my star employees that I gotta draft then train them and teach them how to do the job that is funny so I'm coming back from alot alot of things like wow darn you gotta love it , thanks I love you so much its been one wild ride in my time here on earth . I'm gone got to go do my training in a private location and go to business school and a step by step normal life see you soon I hope . I must let you know that I gotta struggle to get there the top of the world I'm royalty a king true how do I say this baby I'm the man from New York City and I run it without a job but I'm black listed because of my politics not about race because I'm not racist it means even my own community won't celebrate the fact of all I do for the hood so that is what I mean even my own like shun neglect to help me and try to leave me in the dumps and won't help me get off the ground in life and I run it mean not like how gang members run it I respect them they got their own lane and where at the same table and got a mutual friend 50 Cent were different though and we're cool and to intelligently explain how I am my priorities are mixed up and I used to have poor job skills but I'm learning I get mines from books I don't drink or do drugs and yes I did legalize marijuana weed but as soon I did a year later I Quit smoking myself and I still stand by it legalize it and hopefuuly city law enforcers like politicians leave it alone and put no restrictions on weed sales or locking people for possession for simple as marijuana or the sale of it something as harmless as marijuana I do say that people that use it or sell it need to be more responsible because drugs are quote unquote dangerous and alot of other crimes happen because of drugs while under the influence of a narcotic like while working and your high don't that's dangerous and selling around kids be careful man no good parents bug out over that they don't want their kids doing drugs they want them have a future to them whatever and chill when you do you aight don't like act up you caught get them put more restrictions on it but I'm asking them to take the restrictions of off my law I passed with the Governor on March 31st , 2021 before he left office I did it for the public you got it and yeah I got to complete my job then I'm off to do me so do you and be an responsible and mature person whatever you do and good luck . So close eyes and watch me do it I'm red hot and good at everything touch so far has been a success and yes curing HIV Aids in Africa will be my biggest accomplishment I want in on that , the miracle man how much miracles I gotta do in front of you dude I'm the guy that legalize marijuana weed that is like wow where they do that at in New York and so much other states now following so my track record is good I'm good and feeling real great right now .

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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I don't know if I posted Part 6 and forgot to pit it on my masterlist or if I simply never posted it 🤔

Part 6

"I still think that was a little much. I don't like the guy either, but HIV? Damn!"

"You still beat his ass nonetheless, you couldn't have thought it was that bad."

"That's different. A broken nose can heal. You broke his immune system."

"You broke his nose after I did that though, that's just as bad."

"Naaaaaah.. Naaaah nigga," Shawn's head shook aggressively.

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Erik stood cramped in the motel room's hot closet next to Shawn as Tamera's musical moans cut through the rhythmic creaking of the motel bed. She was fuckin the shit out of Trent. Every nasty utterance could be heard through the closet door, the two fucking like animals.

"Let's go," Shawn gestured. He looked to Erik in the limited light, and the closet door was kicked open by Erik's boot.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Trent jumped as the two men emerged.

Erik dropped into the chair facing the bed, legs kicked out ahead of him as he slid down comfortably.

"Don't move on our account."

Shawn rounded the side of the bed to lean against the wall.

"Nah, continue," he smiled. "Act like we ain't here."

Trent's energy deflated on the spot. He rolled his eyes falling on his back to stare at the ceiling.

"Why y'all won't leave me the fuck aloneee," he groaned covering his dick with the blanket.

Tamera hopped up quicker than an under-toasted poptart, redressing to head out. But first she kissed Erik on the cheek.

"These the Yeezy Boost," Shawn's small knowing smile peaked noting the yellow-orange kicks on the floor.

He picked them up to look them over.

"These my size too, thanks bruh."

"What is this..," Trent muttered.

"Throw me that hoodie, that shit fire." Erik reached to catch it mid-air. It was Nike.

"Hm. I hope y'all don't think y'all keeping my shit," Trent mumbled.

Shawn sat the shoes on the floor by Erik and Erik put the hoodie over his shirt, pulling it down to admire.

"That look good on you bro," Shawn nodded.

"I think so too bro."

Trent groaned.

"What?.. What the fuck y'all want?.. Y'all still bitter bout that bitch? I'm over the shit. I don't care."

Shawn looked to Erik. "You wanna tell him or should I?"

"Oh me? You so good at breaking bad news gently, I'm a lil rough."

"Nah, you're good at communicating. I get tongue-tied."

"Someone say something," Trent interjected.

"You burnin bruh. Sorry to tell you," Shawn shrugged watching confusion swirl on Trent's frowned face.

"You don't get it yet.. This is real boy, and it ain't no clap. You got the real shit. Premium," Erik announced.

When it finally kicked in, Erik grinned.

"Yes.. She was burning. Yes.. I paid her. You thought that pussy was good as fuck though, I heard you," he laughed watching Trent's frozen expression.

"And I'm still gonna beat ya ass," Shawn stepped up slamming him in the face with his knuckles.

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"Don't tell me you feel bad for that nigga.. Aight I'm the only fucked up one here," Erik's eyes rolled as he turned the car down the street to Shawn's place.

He shared an off-campus apartment.

"You just take shit too far is what I'm saying."

"Says the nigga that go along with it and add some," Erik muttered throwing the car into park.

"Whatever. I need a smoke," Shawn mumbled sending a text to his weed man. "You do too cuz the shit you be coming up with.."

"He deserved it."

"Ken's gonna be pissed she ain't get her one in."

"She'll survive. Long as he ain't talking shit, right?" He thought about it. Really thought about it.. as long as he knew Kendra, he knew what she was like."....Nah.. she gone be pissed."

Shawn sighed.

---

Ken was irritated. Having talked to Kenneth, it was clear that Trent's mouth was permanently shut on her but now Kenneth was mad at her because of what happened to his brother.

It was another friend lost and despite their initial drama she'd liked him.

She crushed the empty Dr. Pepper can in her hand and tossed it across the floor standing from her wedged place on the couch.

"Here she go." Shawn rolled his eyes.

"And so the fuck what," she snapped on her way to the kitchen. She'd been doing little things here and there like throwing little shit and snapping, but it was only because her whole existence was turning into a joke. She'd just rolled off a mini depression and now she was still dealing with the bullshit.. just showering more. Her place was still a mess.

She bumped a kitchen chair a lil rougher than necessary and it skid a little.

"Easy on my shit, Ken," Erik gritted, determined to keep his calm.

Travis shook his head. "Just let her go."

"Y'ALL KNEW I WANTED IN," she yelled from the kitchen.

"You the one wanted to be Ms. Feminine, we ain't want you to get your acrylics dirty.. We handled it."

"I'll pretend you didn't say that," she spoke from the doorway.

Shawn kissed his teeth. "You need to make up your mind what you wanna be."

"I'm a be what the fuck I wanna be."

Travis grimaced, looking away.

"Kendra," Erik tried. "Look it's done. You can still get yours on campus because they'll go easy on you, but it's handled. I can promise he not bringing up your name again."

That wasn't fully the issue. Trent wasn't fully the issue. She wasn't happy. All this effort, money spent.. She still couldn't get what she wanted. If anything things got worse.

"I'm taking the potato skins out."

She returned to the kitchen and used the oven mit to move the pan to the stovetop. Erik had made loaded potato skins with cheese, bacon and there was sour cream in the fridge.

"Bitch," she flinched at the heat from the potato she'd lifted. It dropped from her fingers back to the tray. She had to suck her fingers to cool them.

"What about fresh out the oven do you not understand? And you forgot to turn my oven off."

"Shut up, Erik." He always had something to say.

He ran the sink and she stuck her fingers under the cold stream, feeling a little relief.

"So how did y'all do it? Pull up and jump him?"

"Something like that yeah."

"No you didn't because Kenneth said Trent gotta get tested and now he won't talk to me either. What y'all do?"

"Tss," he looked to the door as if looking for an escape but Ken insisted on knowing the truth.

"What you do," she pressed looking him in the eye. "Look me in my eye. What did you do?"

"I did it for you." His eyes met hers honestly.

"Did what for me? And get specific."

"I paid a girl I know... to take him to a motel and fuck him..," he paused.

Ken put the pieces together.

"You gave him an STD.."

Erik's silence told her that her conclusion was true.

"SHIT. YOU GAVE HIM AN STD?!"

"Shut up," he muffled her with his hand but it was too late, Travis and Shawn were in the kitchen watching them.

"You did what?" Travis was shook.

With all eyes on him, Erik dropped his hand from Ken's mouth. She too was shook and staring at him.

"Look. I just wanted to scare him a bit, it wasn't real. I paid this girl I know to fuck him, then we lied and said she was burnin."

"HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER THAN WHAT HE SAID ABOUT ME, ERIK," Ken gripped his shirt squeezing at the neck. She wanted to choke him. "You said she had an STD and she didn't! Even if she did!"

"She knew about it, that's the difference. She was in on it. Plus, I paid her."

"Fuck that, you didn't tell me it was a prank. I thought that shit was real," Shawn frowned, angry.

"Nigga, you can't hold water or liquor! You think I'm a trust you with that information so you can spoil it?"

"...I need some weed."

"Sadistic motherfucka.. you really mad! And I'm the fucked up one?"

"I'm a be outside."

Shawn headed out to light up and Travis shook his head walking out with him. Erik chuckled dryly in irritation.

"You can go ahead and tell your new best friend that Trent is clean. Now he can stop acting like a bitch. I'm going to bed."

"Pause, that's what this is about, you think I like Kenneth better than you?"

It would make sense the way Erik got all uptight before she knew he liked her. She grabbed his elbow halting him in the kitchen doorway.

"I haven't even spoken to him since I left his apartment."

"I told you why I did it. His brother was cocky and I sent him a message.. Watch his fuckin mouth."

"You sure that's the only reason?"

"Yeah..," he nodded. "You done? I'm a head out."

"Whatever, I'm going outside to smoke."

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"So you gonna call Trent and tell him?"

Ken was bombarded as soon as she walked outside. She got the joint from Travis and puffed it handing it to Shawn.

"Iunno. He'll figure it out when he gets to the clinic."

"Savage Ken unlocked," Travis teased. "Well.. You know we here no matter what. It don't matter."

Ken stuck her hand out for their friendship handshake, a collab of a few moves they'd done since kids.

"How's Erik," Shawn asked looking ahead. Ken knew no matter how much they argued, Shawn would always fall in line behind Erik. It was a respect thing.

"He's on his period, sleeping it off."

Shawn didn't laugh like usual. It threw Ken off. Instead, he handed her the joint and went back in.

"What's his problem," Ken squinted puffing the joint and passing it to Travis. He puffed it and shrugged.

"Everyone acting weird as shit," she sighed looking up at the sky.

Travis snorted. "Right."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look.. I'm a go in and eat one of them potato skins. You can do the same or you can stay out here."

"I feel like y'all mad at me.."

"No one's mad at you. Okay? No one is.. Just think you a lil... selfish sometimes- Look.. Let's just go back in. Aight?"

Ken ashed the blunt on the tray outside.

"This about me and Erik..."

Travis sighed walking inside.

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #erik x oc #mirror mirror

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daughterofhecata · 2 years

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hello~ so uhhh 🌹🍃🌻🔥🎭🍂🎵 for Skinny/Cotta (young or not is your call)? 🥰

[ship asks]

I'll just... go with them generally considering how brilliantly in character they still are in the AU, and specify if/as needed?

🌹⛈Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Skinny definitely is the one with nightmares, although he does anything he can not to let Cotta notice. Probably just wakes up with a racing heart, gets up and outside (on the porch/roof/balcony/whatever's available) to have a smoke and try to calm himself down. If/when Cotta wakes and notices he's gone outside, he probably just goes to join him and they just sit quietly, until Skinny is either ready to go back inside or maybe, after a while, is actually able to talk about it a tiny bit. And maybe he doesn't complain as much as usual if Cotta tries to cuddle when they get back to bed afterwards.

🍃 What do they do when the other is stressed?

Well. @bistdueinbaum had something to say about professionelle Stressbewältigung for Cotta xD And like, that's absolutely it, Skinny would definitely offer sex to get him to chill. Also probably cigarettes and/or alcohol and/or some weed xD Or, if he's trying to be more serious about it, maybe a drive down the coast at night (sex on the beach optional). Cotta would probably try to talk it out if Skinny's stressed and very quickly learn that Skinny doesn't particularly appreciate that xD

🌻 How do they spend time if the other is gone?

I mean. It's not like they're the types to just sit around moping while their fwb/boyfriend/whatever-they-could-be-with-the-canon-age-difference is not with them, so, just whatever they usually get up to? Which probably means reading, working out, meeting friends, doing chores at home, etc for Cotta, and hanging out with Dylan and/or the campers and getting into illegal shit he definitely shouldn't be getting into for Skinny xD

🔥 Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Both. But like. The ~intensity~ of the gesture varies. Skinny will offer to punch anyone who as much as looks at Cotta wrong, especially in the AU, and Cotta would have to keep him from it, because he sincerely doesn't care that much. On the other hand, it would take a lot to make Cotta resort to violence, but if he can see that Skinny's actually *hurt* by something (be it something his father says/does, or something Cotta's colleagues say/do) he'd probably snap and punch them out quicker than anyone could even react. (It means more to Skinny that Cotta is willing/cares enough to *defend* him than he would ever admit.)

🎭 Who is the dramatic one?

Skinny. Skinny is definitely the drama queen.

🍂 What is an inside joke they have?

Oh, Skinny would probably use that "is there a problem, officer?" line or something similar aaaaall the fucking time and he thinks he's so funny. Can't currently come up with anything else, but there's probably more.

🎵 What's a song (or songs) that remind you of your OTP?

Oh! There's actually a very handy playlist here! (I'm hilarious, am I not?) But, specifically talking about the AU, I also like The Animals' "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood". More generally, I think Divide The Day's "One Night Stand" and Hey Violet's "Problems" also work very well for them.

#cotta/skinny #idk hope these make sense #young cotta au #ask #crazy-wall

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter One

Aster

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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As the new owner and supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate in Japan, it's up to you to look after your members.

However, since you are new, you don't entirely know all of said members just yet. Sure, you've met and introduced yourself to all of them, but you have a hard time putting a name to each of their faces. To be fair, though, you do a really good job at trying. You were only induced about six months ago, but it still feels like yesterday when you and your boyfriend, Osamu, met.

Your friends had convinced you that since you and he were only casual at the time, he probably had a girlfriend he was hiding from you. But that whole thing is a completely different story.

Now, you sit in the driver's seat of your deceased brother's car as you drive yourself to the laundromat that was previously owned by your brother's killer. Sure it's not in the best of neighborhoods, but you love it there. You even have the best manager who takes care of the place when you aren't around.

"Rhodes!" you call out to your 'I'm just here for a paycheck' manager as you step through the front door. He's quite an attractive man with long, pink hair tied in a ponytail about the same length as Asahi's hair. However, his freckles and light blue eyes make him more beautiful than handsome even despite the pout he's constantly wearing on his lips.

Rhodes steps out of the back office and groans when he sees you. "Why are you here?"

You know that look. Those red eyes give him away in an instant. Besides, he isn't typically this rude when you walk in. You shake your head as you step past him and walk into the office. It absolutely reeks of weed.

"Jesus Christ, Rhodes, you've got to get your shit together. You know you can't smoke in here! What if some cops come sniffing around? You do remember I'm part of the Yakuza, don't you?"

"Yeah, so they're not gonna come after you. Besides, I can just say I confiscated it from some customer who was causing an issue out on the floor," he shrugs as he leans up against the door.

"And then they'll ask why you didn't call the cops," you sigh as you sit down in the chair across from the desk that's supposed to be yours. You are the owner after all.

"Because I handled it, duh. Seriously, Y/N, I've got it covered. You trust me, don't ya? So it'll be fine," he replies as he walks across the room and sits behind the desk.

"At least pass me the damn thing then," you give in as you sit up and hold out your hand to him.

Rhodes rolls his eyes and passes you the blunt he was keeping right in the open. "When did you start smoking anyway?"

"I dunno, back in high school? I stopped though up until about six months ago," you admit as you take in a deep inhale from the weed.

"Since your brother..."

"Died and I took over as the supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate completely out of the blue? Yeah, got a problem with that?" you smile sarcastically.

"No, no. You do you, Boss."

Again, you take a hit from the blunt. "Do me a favor and don't say anything to 'Samu, though. He'll probably kill me and you, too."

"Sure, whatever," he nods. "It's not like I care about the guy anyway. How is it going with him though? Still dating I assume."

"It's going really well," you finally smile genuinely as you let out a breath of smoke. "I love him so much. I don't know how I'd do any of this without him. He, Kita, and Atsumu help me out more than I can even say."

"Is Osamu your biggest support?" Rhodes then asks, showing interest in your life. It's quite a surprise but you don't let it show or else he might stop the conversation.

"Well, yes, but with work stuff, it's typically Kita. He's kind of like my second in command even though it isn't official," you tell him as you pass him back the weed.

"Why not?" he asks curiously as he accepts it from you.

"Why not what?" you ask, the weed already affecting your brain.

"Why don't you make him the second in command?" he repeats for you as he places the weed to his lips.

"It's complicated," you sigh. "At least, I think it is. I can't even process my position in the syndicate let alone know how to rework everyone else into new positions."

"You sound like a shitty boss," he says with a straight face.

"And you sound like a shitty employee. Didn't you lie on your resume?" you snap back.

"Touché."

"Anyway," you roll your eyes. "I love Osamu and I love being with him. I don't think I can even picture a life without him. The two of us have gotten so close over the months we've known each other. Maybe one day-"

"Stop," he interrupts. "Don't get your hopes up, girl. You are his boss, after all. Don't you think he might be hesitant because of that? I mean, I think it'd be pretty awkward for him to ask his boss's boss to marry him, don't you?"

You pause for a moment as you process his words in your fuzzy brain. "No... Osamu isn't like that. If he wants to marry me, he'd ask me."

"Whatever," he shrugs. "If you believe that, fine. You know him better than I do."

"Geez, Rhodes, why are you always like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like... like, I don't know. Forget it," you sigh.

"Y/N, I've known you for six long, grueling months, and I know you aren't very good at making decisions by yourself. You need to start being more decisive. You are a Yakuza boss, for God's sake. Probably the first female one, too, for all I know. And the boss of the best goddamn laundromat in the entire red-light district!"

"There are other laundromats in the-"

"Dammit, Y/N, I was trying to compliment you but now you're making me forget what I was saying... Look, if you love this guy like you say you do, make the move yourself. If you want Kita as your second in command, do it! You're the fucking boss. You get to do what you want, Y/N!"

Your smile probably looks so ridiculous through your red, glossy eyes. "I knew it was the right thing to hire you," you sigh dreamily.

Rhodes smiles back fakely. "I'm glad, too, because I was so over the whole sex-for-money scene. I mean, it paid better and I do the same amount of work here as I did under some desperate slob... but I like it here. It's quiet."

"Quiet?" you repeat. "What about the customers?"

Rhodes shrugs off your comment. "They mind their own business. Don't really like to talk. We are in the wrong side of town, after all, boss."

"Fine, fine. That does make sense I suppose. Anyway, I think I will go talk to Kita and think about what you said regarding Osamu," you nod as you stand up from your seat.

"You're welcome," he says as he tilts his head to the side and grins, closing his eyes. "But if you're really like to thank me you could show your appreciation by giving me a raise."

"Didn't you just say how little work you do around here?" you shake your head as you reach into your pocket and hand him a white envelope with his check inside. "Dream on."

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impressiverunaway · 4 months

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Draft Dump: Why am I still thinking about you? (1/4)

No really, fucking why. Is it because in the time you were in my life I was able to care for myself better, knowing that I was seeing someone. Was it because you were someone I knew of for a long time.. like elementary school long time. Was it because I had a false sense of you being the one for me like I have had with every other man I've had in my life with a romantic interest. What is it. Is it because it was fresh. Is it because I haven't heard from you, when all the other men of my past always reach out after. Is it because you got my message, that I was fed up. That I didn't want any part. Why did I keep letting you back in the first place. My best guess would be that I am hoping you are working your ass off to get yourself right. Something I assume we both want. I am being selfish that you'll get yourself right so you can be someone that can meet my standards. I do want you, because when things are good we have a great connection. I just cannot stand by and partake in you continuing to do nothing about your life. I hope that you see where I am coming from. But, maybe I really don't believe in you. And maybe I think about you often because I pity you. I would have done whatever it took to get us both in a position to do this life thing together, just because that is the type of person I am. I would have guided you and done so much for you out of love. The thing with me too, is I can love any man I am with. I think that has been my biggest struggle, I haven't been able to identify that I can feel that way about any of them. And I haven't been able to see that love doesn't mean a thing. It's not going to help me get to where I want to be and there is no amount of love that can push someone to get somewhere. If his parents haven't done it yet, I'm not going to be able to. There's not even a way that I see, that he could get somewhere in the time that I need him to be. He's not going to make the sacrifices that need to be made, he's not going to cut out the vices that need to be cut out, he's not going to seek the help that is necessary, and he's not going to put in the consistent work to do so. I know he doesn't have the motivation. Well, maybe not always. I do wonder how things are with those that self-medicate with substances and alcohol. I hardly remember the period of time where I often experimented with drugs and the period of time where smoking weed was worked into my daily routine, as if it was a ritual. I don't remember doing much during that time I smoked heavily other than getting through every day like it was a dream. Days all blurred into one. Not doing anything more than waking up with enough time to get high and get ready for work, just to get home from work and get high until I fell asleep and do it all over again day after day. That was until I recall sitting in my living room overcome with an intense thought I hadn't had in a while, telling me that I wanted to die. It scared me. I thought I was past that feeling, that thought. It scared me enough to start making a change. I quit smoking to save money, I got a job interview lined up and I felt so good about the idea of leaving my job at the time that I didn't even hesitate to walk out at the first opportunity. I mean it was meant to be to leave, I should have just planned better and not been as impulsive. Because of it, I took a $3 paycut. Moved back home, and have been trying to build myself back up again. Well it's been 6 years since and counting and I am still living at home. I walked away from a company I enjoyed, lost a friend and connections that I had built while there. But, it was a stressful situation that i couldn't handle. I was, by definition, sexually assaulted by the manager above me. I had no connection with my parents, I hardly spoke to them. The only people I had were a few friends back home, and my roommate/coworker that was very close with him. It took me by complete surprise. It wasn't something that I could have ever been prepared for. At worst I displayed innocent flirtation, playfulness.

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ravelengths · 4 months

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Life is weird.

I always find myself coming back to this blog at strange times, moments of nostalgic melancholy, periods of reflection. It is freshly a new year, so I suppose it's an appropriate time to reflect like this. There's just something odd about me coming here this time. I guess I just wanted to add another chapter to this saga. I suppose I want to share to myself what I've learned, express my thoughts as of late.

So here I am, a boy in a man's body. A boy who has navigated a great deal of confusion and pain in my time on Earth. A boy who has grown significantly, and has learned a lot, but still just feels like.. a boy. It's funny to see that I ended the last entry saying that "I have finally entered adulthood". Its funny to think that, for the first time, younger me was right about something. I pretty much hit the nail on the head.

In the time since my last entry, I have continued to work my same job, in which I have attained some pretty noteworthy credentials. I pushed myself to learn something new, pass some difficult exams, and gain some notoriety within my company. The kind of stuff I would have never imagined 5 years ago. I transferred to a location closer to home, and even got promoted to a leadership role, which pays me a wage that most people without college degrees or vocational school dream of earning. I'm so proud of myself for getting to where I am.

I'm still in the same relationship, going on 7 years now. And things couldn't be better. We bought a house together, another thing that I couldn't have dreamed of doing even a few years ago. Hell, it's still hard to believe that we were able to do it. And it's been almost a year now. And to complete the picture, we found a kitten in the car lot behind our house a few months after moving in. I was nervous to have a pet at first, but after a week we decided to get him a little brother. :) Some friends of ours found a full litter of kittens right after we found our little guy, and we wanted him to have a buddy to play with to expel all the energy he had. It's been amazing. I never knew the kind of joy simply having an animal to care for could bring. It has tremendously helped my mental health.

Along with all this, I've been a lot more active with my hobbies, at least when I'm not working (which is quite a lot). I've become a decent mechanic, I make music a lot more, and I've been getting into circuit bending and live visual art. It's been a helpful deterrent from drinking and such, as I find that I am much more focused and driven if I haven't drank in a week or more. But I'm not perfect. I've gone about a year now without smoking weed, but drinking a couple times a week is still my crutch it seems. It's much easier to go without for periods of time now, but I just can't seem to give it up completely. God knew I'd be too powerful if I wasn't an addict.

I guess I really am an adult. I work full time for the city, have a big house with my beautiful girlfriend with 4 cars in the driveway, and two sweet but demonic young cats waiting for me when I get home every day. I really have more than I could have ever wished for. Yet, I still just feel like, a kid. Maybe that's a good thing. Obviously I've made it pretty damn far in life, especially for not even being 30 years old yet. What is it that makes me feel this way? Why do I feel so weird about it? I'm doing okay, I'm not as irresponsible as I used to be, I have more than I could've dreamt of. Is it because I still have hope, and drive? I haven't just folded and accepted my fate as a boring adult? That's a good thing the way I see it. I don't know.

I guess it's just that I yearn for a time when I actually was young. For a time when I could call up my friends out of the blue and we could meet up and get into whatever shenanigans. Without the worry of having to get up early to go to work or worry about being hungover the next day. In a way I do still have friends like that, we toss aside our reasonable judgement from time to time to work on our projects together and drink and bullshit with each other. I love that. I hang onto that for dear life. I guess there are just other friends that I miss dearly.

Music is my greatest passion in life. It's always music that gets me feeling this way. It's what brought me back to this blog tonight. Specifically, the song "Zodiac Shit" by Flying Lotus came on after I put my music library on shuffle. It always brings me back to being like 16 years old, taking psychedelics with my friends, going on random adventures, doing whatever felt right at whatever given moment. I frequently long for this time of my life. Being truly free to explore life and my identity. I was definitely a troubled kid, but I lived in a beautiful delusion. It was wonderful. No matter how naïve I actually was, I really did have it all figured out. But that definitely couldn't last. And that's okay. It's not meant to last. I think the thing that sucks about adulthood, especially after the life I've lived thus far, is that things stop feeling new. It's hard to imagine having an experience that I haven't already traversed. I've lived in the underground nightlife, worked in the criminal underworld, traveled to other continents and gotten completely lost with no cell service, toured around the country in a bus with no seats to play music to hundreds or thousands of people. I've lived both as dirt poor and spoiled rotten. I've tasted all the luxuries and amenities of the elite, as an underdog degenerate kid. I've done hard, dirty laborious work with people of all colors and backgrounds. I've sipped champagne and done drugs with extremely rich people in VIP booths at clubs. I've chauffeured legendary musicians more times than I can count at this point. Even now, at what feels like the most stable and boring time of my existence, most people would still argue that I live a very interesting life. And they are right. I get to do some really fucking cool shit. Even in my professional work life, I get to do and see things that average people couldn't imagine. But why do I still look back on who I was over a decade ago with such awe?

I guess it comes down to freedom. While I am arguably at my happiest now, living an honest and modest life, I do look back fondly on the time where my body felt invincible. Where consequences weren't something that I gave much thought to. I never worried about sleep, never worried about getting in trouble, never worried about my finances. I suppose its easy to romanticize about the time when I didn't truly value my life. A time when I had no future, when I only cared for the present.

For the first time in my life, I have everything to lose. I have love, I have support, I have a home of my own, I have little kitties that depend on me. That's a beautiful thing. I am so grateful for it all. At the end of the day, I couldn't have all this if it wasn't for my past self. That dumb ass kid somehow navigated me to this exact moment. And I can't thank him enough. I'm so proud of him. I'm doing everything I can to take care of him today. I'm so glad that I've kept that child alive, instead of letting him die in the race to finding a stable life like many of the adults I've met in my life.

Maybe being a man-child isn't such a bad thing. Maybe I've still got it all figured out. I know that I am still learning every day, learning how to be a good man, a good member of society, a good friend, a good relative, a good partner. But shit, I'm doing that pretty well.

I'm doing alright.

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