#kush close up

[sativaslvt]

Lemon Frost 🍋❄️ 20%

#weed #420 #kush #bud #kush close up #stoner #stoner girl #girls who smoke #buds #cannabis #mine

[brian4rmthe6]

kush mints🪻

#close up #california weed #kush mints #gs12

[collegeoflore]

ramza told me today that gale would start growing weed on his balcony just for when xar visits him in waterdeep and i’m extremely obsessed with this idea now

#they think his homemade hot sauce is nice but they’re not wowed. he needs smth that will Wow them. he has to be the best possible host #it takes him exactly 30 seconds of thinking to come up with his plan bc after all he knows if there’s one thing xar likes #it’s weed. #he always has that good waterdhavian kush waiting for them when they arrive but he can do better. he knows he can. #he’s exchanging letters with halsin he’s sampling 15 different strains to decide what to grow he’s going wild #(he has forgotten xarrai will happily smoke dirt weed mixed with tobacco they do not care at all. LOL) #(they make a show of being impressed tho. to make him happy. and tbf his many months of labor do produce some decent weed) #(i’m rly mad the dispo down the road from me closes at 7.) #漫言 #oc. xarrai

[hua-fei-hua]

every day i check the ao3 tags for my otp like a listless little homeless kitten rummaging through the dumpster

#sometimes there's good kush in there... usually... nah....... #花話 #also that saucy fic i wrote a while back. saw it on a rec list last night. #(i'm gonna have to live with this for the rest of my life aren't i? lol) #i think at this point it's inevitable that it'll end up w/more hits than my j/jk works... #rip diner fic n while we're at it rose red as well i love you both #glad my arbitrary standard for taking any of my gnshn fics out of anonymous is #'becomes the most *kudos'd* on my acct' and not 'becomes the most *viewed* on my acct' #not like it's coming close to approaching either of those (lol) but this seems to be one of those fics #where it racks up hits a lot faster than kudos #either way i have (as usual) pretty complicated feelings around anonymous publishing... :qiqifallen:

[hoesformatt]

PASS THE BLUNT

Chris smut, ykwtfgo, the freaks know

dom!chris (all my writing is all inclusive unlike some of y’all hoes and is poc friendly)

contains: smoking weed (I’M ON THAT GOOD KUSH AND ALCOHOL), pet names (use of mama, baby), hand-jobs, blow-jobs, heavy petting, no use of y/n

word count: 1.1k

not-proofread

Contemplating on the bean bag in room, my eyes wandering around my room, the tin of kush on my bedside table glaring at me. I gave in grabbing it marching down the stairs.

“What’s good” Chris sat on the kitchen stool glancing up at me then looking back at his phone which was propped up on a water bottle.

“Hey” He said dryly

“Hello, what are doing” I waved my hands around seeking for his attention. “I’m on live” He looked straight at me smiling with a ‘Don’t say anything smart’ face.

I nodded then opening the fridge and searching for water as I took one popping the cap off the bottle.

Taking out the tin and my phone out my pants turning it off. “What are you turning your phone off for?” He asked

I hand signalled paper putting it on the table, crushing up weed, placing it on the ‘air’ paper, rolling it up, licking it and smoking it. He got the idea pretty quickly gazing towards his phone contemplating if he was going to come out and smoke with me or keep being on live.

I stood there and waited but I just rolled my eyes took my shit and walked to backyard. I slid open the back door to sit on the patio furniture.

Opening my tin, it already had my blunt I rolled up earlier and I grasped on the lighter igniting it and placing the fire on the end of my blunt.

Setting in it my mouth breathing in taking a puff, releasing the smoke almost instantly calming me down. “Pass the blunt”

Chris pulled out one of the chairs next to me sitting down manspreading before stealing the joint from my hand. He was making me so fucking horny and I wasn’t even that high yet, I just want to kneel in-between his thighs and suck him off.

I watched him drag the blunt and hold the smoke in his chest then throwing his head back then exhaling slowly.

Chris’ adams apple bobbed out as he opened his eye to look up at the night sky the stars within his gaze. The starry night gave us a chance to adore the world around, At this point we don’t even know how many hits we’ve taken, half of the joint is blown but I’m just happy and high. And horny.

Almost the whole thing was down and I placed the weed back in my tin before I closed it and glanced over at Chris who was already creating a hole through my head.

“Are you thinking, what i’m thinking?” His speech was almost perfect it was just the redness of his eyes that threw me off. “No what are you thinking” I giggled.

“I think we need to fuck” I stopped giggling when I saw his face which was dead serious. And dead hot, like what the fuck, I got nothing let to lose and this high bout to make this spicer than it can already get. Just him saying that made me notice the way brown hair fell on his face, his pink lips that could match the color of his tip, perfect straight nose, very rideable.

I walked around to sit on his lap, eyes locking in with each other. “Grind.”

I did what he asked grinding on his clothed dick with my wet cunt. Chris groaned loudly holding his hands on my waist guiding me to press down harder on his bulge.

Moving my hips up and down Chris would buck up his hips once and a while for extra stimulation and his moans got louder. “Get on your knees” I followed his lead pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers revealing his length making me gasp at his size.

I began on the end of his length, slowly kitty-licking Chris’ pre-cum leaking out his slit which I rubbed all around his shaft for lubricant. I kissed his pulsing tip as he became impatient with me.

I fully put his cock in my mouth bobbing my head at a fast pace, gaping up at his face his lips parted, moans and whimpers stemming from his mouth. “Oh fuck mama”.

Chris pushed my head farther down fronting his balls, his tip hitting the back of my throat and my moans sending vibrations through his dick. He twisted the blunt in-between his long fingers before I heard the joint burn and crackle before he placed it back on the ashtray. Chris was still gripping my dark curls as I fought the urge to gag as I was being distracted by how heavenly he looked, my panties were soaking with wetness.

The squirming and his cries told me that was ready to cum, I felt his legs shaking around my head until Chris pushed my head down completely his length choking me out till thick liquids streamed into my mouth.

Chris lifted me up, gripping my neck then my waist to place me on his lap, sitting on his hard raw dick under my clothed cunt. I turned for my back to face him and his hands snaked up, unclipping my bra and throwing it onto the chair I was on.

I held his cock in my hand positioning it to my warm and wet pussy slowly lowering myself onto him, my mouth refused to stay closed as I huffed. “Chris y-you’re so f-f-fucking b-big”

He smirked at me before I completely nuzzled around his cock and Chris wrapped his arms waist helping me shift up and down. “Fuck mama you’re so fucking w-warm and tight”.

Bouncing on his dick I was reckless, I’ve never experienced so much pleasure in my life, feeling his length abuse my cunt as he thrusted his hips going deeper into me. “S-Shit, Chris!” He quickened his pace surprising me, as a high flushed through my body.

Moving on my own Chris laid back on the chair just staring at me bouncing on his cock, mostly watching my ass recoil with every motion I did. He snook his hands into my shirt holding my tits, “Come on mama, work that shit” He placed the blunt to my lips as I dragged it and slowed my movement until Chris yanked on my curls, my head pulling back.

My stomach tied up as I reached my orgasm and my breaths got heavier “You’re gonna cum baby?” I nodded profusely “Cum all over my cock baby, cum for me.” With his go I came with ease making a mess all over him. Letting go, I let my body fall back as he pulled through his last thrusts into me and before pulling out and cumming all over my back and his stomach.

“Shit, you gonna clean me up?”

this took longer to write than I thought…

tags:@chrisenthusiast , @miguelsangel , @lunariaxzz , @angelic-sturniolos111 ,@littlebookworm803 , @79sturniolo , @alinaa131 , @luv4kozume

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #smut #fan fiction #fics #fan fic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #hoesformatt #riyahspeaks

[soaked4mk]

(Mk1) Flirty Intro Dialogues (part 3)

-Suggestive Content-

Bi-Han,Kuai Liang,Tomas Vrbada Peace Maker,Shao Kahn and Sindel

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Bi-Han 🌨️

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

★Y/N: “I’ve heard, contrary to your chiromancy, you’re actually not a chill guy, Bi-Han…”

-Bi Han: “And I’ve heard enough of your words.”

★Bi-Han: “Prepare for a cold loss.”

-Y/N: “Don’t tell me what to do, Frosty the snowman.”

★Bi-Han: “Liu Kang has never cared about your life.”

-Y/N: “And you do…?”

-Bi Han: *Scoffs, shaking his head* “you truly are blind….”

★Bi-Han: “You’re getting stronger with each fight, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “Rare of you to flatter me Bi-Han…”

★Bi-Han: “Your allure burns a fiery passion within my frozen soul.”

-Y/N: “Shang Tsung has definitely rubbed off on you…”

★Bi-Han: “If only you would listen-

-Y/N: “How dare you assume I would ever consider such an offer…?”

★Y/N: “I will never form an alliance with you….”

-Bi Han: *Scoffs* “Of course not, Y/N…”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Kuai Liang 🦂

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★Kuai Liang: “You have a fiery spirit, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “I can set your heart ablaze if you wanted~”

★Y/N: “What a hottie~”

-Kuai Liang: *Shakes head while chuckling*

★Y/N: “Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just you…?” *corny smirk*

-Kuai Liang: “Are you trying to charm me, Y/N?”

-Y/N: “Is it working?”

★Y/N: “You fan the flame in my heart.” (Didn’t know about Harumi until hanging out with Tomas.)

-Kuai Liang: “I am honored”

★Kuai Liang: “I couldn’t help but notice you and Tomas getting rather… close”

-Y/N: “Does that bother you…married man?”

★Kuai Liang: “Of course a woman (man/person) as stunning as yourself can fight just as adequately.

-Y/N: “I’m flattered, Kuai Liang”

★Kuai Liang: “Have you prepared for this, little spitfire?”

-Y/N: “No need to prepare when I’ve already won.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Tomas 💨

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★Y/N: *whistles* “What a smoke show”

-Tomas: *smirking* “Very clever, Y/N…”

★Y/N: “I hope you’re ready to lose, Vrbada.”

-Tomas: “Whatever you say krásné.”

(Beautiful)

-Y/N: “Huh-?”

★Tomas: “This will not be an easy fight.”

-Y/N: “Tell me something I don’t know.”

★Y/N: “Johnny says you talk about me often…?

-Tomas: *Clears throat* “Yes…but only good things…”

★Tomas: “I won’t be holding back this time, Y/N.”

-Y/N: “It won’t matter either way, smokey.”

★Tomas: “pěkný…”

(Pretty…)

-Y/N: “Tomas, I have no clue what

you’re saying…”

★Tomas: “Lord Liu Kang talks highly of you.”

-Y/N: “And you are about to see as to why”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Peace Maker ☮️

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★ Peace maker: “Seriously…? How much kush do you smoke?”

-Y/N: “I have 20 bucks bro, sell me the sack.”

★ Y/N: “So if I just say ‘activate sonic-‘

-Peace maker: “do NOT-”

★ Y/N: “I’ve heard your actions are contrary to your message.”

-Peace Maker: “Dude, I’m just making peace, any way I can”

★Peace Maker: “Ready for this, sweet cheeks?”

-Y/N: *Rolls eyes* “Sweet cheeks…? And I thought Johnny was bad…”

★Y/N: “That helmet is certainly…”

Peace Maker: “Bad ass? I know right?”

★Y/N: “You and Kung Lao would get a long well.”

-Peace Maker: *confused* “What makes you say that?”

★Peace Maker: *smirking* “I see you checkin’ me out, cutie pie”

-Y/N: *lightly chuckling* “No, I’m judging your choice of uniform.”

★Y/N: “Naming your eagle ‘eagly’ is uhm…”

-Peace Maker: “Genius? I know, I know…”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Shao Khan 💀

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★Y/N: “You have single handedly ruined your reputation, skull face.”

-Shao Kahn: *Scowls* “How dare you state something so foolish!?”

★Shao Kahn: “I’ve done nothing but serve the out world just as my family has, for generations.”

-Y/N: “If causing treasonous conduct is a part of ‘serving’ out world, then I don’t want to hear it, general.”

★Y/N: “Tell me you have toxic masculinity, without telling me you have toxic mas-“

-Shao Kahn: “Silence! you incompetent-“

-Y/N: “And here you go, proving my point…”

★Shao Kahn: “Why must you keep attempting battle with me?”

-Y/N: “You can’t beat a person who won’t give up, general.”

★Shao Kahn: “Why spar, when I can detect your fear, Y/N…?”

-Y/N: “A true warrior isn’t immune to fear, she (he/they) fights it out of spite.”

★Shao Kahn: “You could be victorious, in condition you submit, and join me.”

-Y/N: “Better to fight you with the possibility of falling, than to live without hope, Shao…”

★Shao Kahn: “Foolish of you to assume you won’t die during battle”

-Y/N: “I would rather die, than bow at the feet of a king, wearing a crown, studded of jewels of every life he has ended.”

★Shao Kahn: “You earth realmers, provoke me”

-Y/N: “Sounds like someone’s mad cause bad.” *smirks* “You mad cause bad Shao Kahn?”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Sindel 🔊

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★Sindel: *snickers* “How quaint…I’ll be sure to enjoy this spar.”

-Y/N: “As will I, Empress.”

★Sindel: “I do hope you’ll be able to sustain during this battle”

-Y/N: *smirks* “I’ll be able to sustain, and then some, queen Sindel.”

★Y/N: “I just have to say, it’s an honor sparring with a beauty, such as yourself empress.”

-Sindel: *lightly chuckles* “Quite the flatterer, I see.”

★Sindel: “Aren’t you a bit young to be flirting with me, earth relamer…?”

-Y/N: “Heheh—It’s not about the age… it’s about the mileage, empress.”

★Y/N: “So what’s this ‘royal treatment’ I keep hearing about…?”

-Sindel: “Come over here and find out, my dear…”

★Sindel: “Liu Kang tells me you’re quite the formidable fighter.”

-Y/N: “And I’ll prove his case with this battle, your majesty.”

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fandom #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #mortal kombat fanworks #rainyworx #shao kahn #sindel #bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #peacemaker #peace maker #mk peace maker #soaked4mk #mk fandom #writing #dc comics #dcu

[marleyybluu]

hey! could you write an oscar x reader about the reader smoking with oscar for the first time? maybe the reader says something stupid and he clowns her and they’re just being stupid together. ty🫶🏽

Stoned

Oscar x fem!reader

Wc: 2.2k

Warnings: marijuana use, swearing, a bit of self-insert, driving while high (but don't be this stupid irl), stoner phrases. bit of fluff.

A/N: I loved writing this, it was fun I felt like I got to put myself in a story yk. I based some of the behaviours and everything off of what I've experienced. and I wrote this stoned. had to.

“You got a lighter?" You rolled your eyes at the stupid question. He knew you didn't smoke so why would he ask you for a lighter?

You knocked your head to the side, your hand froze in mid-air with the remote resting in your palm as you paused the action of changing the channel just to stare at your boyfriend until he got the message but he was too busy sprinkling his shredded green bits inside the thin paper. He usually smoked backwoods but he was out so RAW papers would have to do today.

He quickly glanced up after noticing the time it was taking for you to answer. He looked to the side and looked back at you. "What?"

"You know I don't smoke."

He shrugged. "You know I do, so you should start carrying extra lighters." Your jaw dropped at his sassy response, you grabbed the pillow from under you and whacked him in the head with it, he sucked his teeth as a little bit of kush fell out of the paper and onto his rolling tray. "Really?" You poked out your bottom lip and batted your lashes. "Sorry baby, my brother probably has one in his room go look."

Oscar put everything back on the tray and placed the tray on the table, he rose from the couch and disappeared to go find what he was looking for. You looked down at the materials that were spread on his well-decorated tray, you look behind you and back at the table, the mischievous voice in your head telling you to just smell it at least.

You reached over and picked up a bud that he hadn't ground yet, assuming he'd save it for later, and held it to your nose you took a deep inhale and were immediately met with an earthy yet sweet and fruity smell-- almost like a dessert. You looked down at it, examining every piece of the bud, it was a mixture of colours such as green, a light brown and a small hint of yellow right where the stem was.

"What are you doing?" Oscar laughed having stood there long enough to see everything. You flinched placing the gram back where it was. "Nothing, just... inquisitive." You smartly answered. He bent his lips inward to hold his smile, he thought it was a bit cute you were curious. He'd been trying to get you to smoke with him but you continuously declined and he wasn't the type to force you to do something you didn't want.

He sat back down in his spot and resumed back to rolling, but once your interest peaked you couldn't let it go. Your head faced the television but your eyes cast to the side watching Oscar carefully wrap up his kush in this thin and almost fragile brown piece of paper, you liked watching him roll-- the way his big fingers suddenly became small and nimble in order to swaddle his precious baby tightly but then came the use of his tongue, leaving a little bit of paper so it could overlap and close everything. His tongue swiped across, getting it wet but not too much, he would gently fold it over, press down on it and done. It was ready to smoke.

"What's it like being high?" You asked. "Uh, it's like you're floating... sometimes you feel your body swaying even though you aren't actually moving. It could also depend on where you are when you're high." He informed. You bit your lip weighing your options, you'd been wonderous about this for a while but didn't know how to go about it, plus you were nervous you'd make an idiot out of yourself the first time.

Oscar noticed the look on your face and smiled. "You want to try it?"

You nodded your head. He looked out the window noticing orange slowly replacing the blue in the sky. "Aight, come on." He said placing the blunt behind his ear and the lighter in his pocket, he stood up and headed to your kitchen grabbing water bottles for the both of you. "Bring your bag too."

"Why?"

He made his way back over to you, bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Because I want you to have a nice experience with this, we're not smoking here. Imma take you to the beach, but we gotta grab food and snacks first because you will get hungry." You squealed, you were lowkey excited about this. You changed into some shorts and a loose top, you grabbed your backpack and stuffed it with the water bottles a blanket and a little speaker just in case.

The two of you left the house and ventured off to find some food. You went to your usual spot and he picked up your usual orders. The drive to the beach didn't take long. Oscar parked in the lot and you guys left with your things. The place was scarce, which was for the greater good, maybe you wouldn't get too paranoid about other people staring at you.

Oscar led you down a little further away from the steps and a bit closer to the water. You spread a blanket on the sand and plopped everything on top of it. The cool breeze tickled your skin producing goosebumps on every surface. You watched as your boyfriend removed the blunt from its cozy spot and dug the lighter out of his pocket.

"You still sure about this?" He asked sparking a light. You nodded eagerly. He placed the tail end between his lips, he cupped his hand over the lighter so the wind wouldn't blow the spark out. Smoke emerged from the little shelter he created, that same earthy sent has become more pungent now that it was burning.

Oscar took the first pull, you noticed the thick cloud essentially disappear into his mouth— he puffed out his cheeks and blew out a thinner puff of smoke. He handed you the weed, you took it between your thumb and index finger as he had it. "You just have to inhale baby."

You nodded, copying his actions you placed it between your lips, you inhaled as much as your lungs could let you and held your breath. Oscar's eyebrows scrunched together. "Ma, you don't have to hold your breath, just inhale."

It was tickling your throat and not in a good way. You let out a loud and hoarse cough, you sounded like someone who'd been smoking cigarettes for thirty years. Oscar patted your back while you banged your palm against your chest. "Shit!" Cough. "What the fuck!"

"Drink some water." His voice was shaky trying his best to hold down his laugh. You handed back the blunt and reached into the bag for your water. "You wanna try again?" You put your finger up as you chugged the h2o. Once you felt like you were fine you responded with a yes.

Oscar took his time to explain what he meant by inhale, that to just smoke and blow was a waste of weed and you wouldn't get high off of that technique. Once you understood you took another swing at it. Pull, inhale, blow. You did it just like that and a quick flash of pride ran over Oscar's face. "Nice." He nudged, you handed it back to him and he took it between his fingers.

"So, when does it hit?" You asked. He chuckled. "Trust me, you'll know." And until then the both of you kept puffing and passing, enjoying the view of the water, the small waves running up to kiss the sand. You sighed contently, your body completely relaxed and loose. So relaxed you didn't feel the need to use your own strength to hold it up anymore so you decided to lay down on the blanket.

Oscar chuckled. "You good?" You nodded with a smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Your lids felt so heavy... so tired. You struggled to keep them up, you looked over at Oscar who had been holding the last of the blunt in your direction for a while. The both of you are too stoned to mutter a word.

Your hand felt wonky and distorted as you accepted it. As you smoked Oscar dug through the bag for the other water bottle and the speaker. "You want me to play or you?"

"You." You answered way too lazy to even touch your phone though it was right next to you. Your eyes were laser-focused on the sky, you felt like you could see every detail of the clouds. So light and fluffy, colliding with one another and you wish you could touch them. Maybe you could.

Your arm extended to the sky, your hand gripping and releasing constantly you felt like you were touching them— they felt like cotton candy. Your daydream was interrupted by Oscar lightly smacking your hand down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm touching the clouds bitch."

"No, you're not." A brief moment of reality settled in and you were back on the ground, back on earth just watching those misshapen things float by in the orange sky. You looked down at the blunt and back over at Oscar. Both held a gaze until you two busted out laughing. "You are so fried." He chuckled. "Holy shit am I? Wow."

This feeling was different. You didn't feel like you, you felt like a passenger just enjoying the view and vibes while someone else drove. Your sense heightened, you could hear every flap of a bird's wing, every whoosh of the water. You could hear your own heating in your eardrum. "Are you high?" You asked taking one more drag before passing it back. "Finish it." He challenged, you shrugged and placed the butt end back between your lips. 

"I smoke a lot so it's not gonna hit me like it's hitting you. I'll smoke again soon." 

You nodded. You closed your eyes just taking this all in. The last puff of marijuana had left your throat while you smushed the end in the sand. Oscar was already working on his spliff because he didn't feel like smoking another big one. "I like flamingos," You randomly burst out. "They're so pink and pretty." Oscar snorted and shook his head. "I thought your favourite animals were penguins." 

"I love penguins." You giggled like an airhead. Oscar quickly finished his spliff and dusted off whatever was on his pants, he tucked behind his ear before moving closer and laying next to you. "How do you know so much about me?" You pouted feeling sentimental for some reason, and a sudden rush of overpouring love took over. He leaned down gently plopping his lips on yours, you could taste his neediness on your lips-- your tongues passing by, occasionally colliding. Why were you so hot all of a sudden? 

He pulled away and you pathetically whimpered for more. "Because I only study what I love." He wooed. You pinched his chin and rolled your eyes. "Well, I love you too." 

"Good." 

You sat up watching the sky become darker and darker, you looked out to the water and smiled. "I wanna live by the beach." 

Oscar glanced over at you with awe in his eyes. "Long as it's close to the restaurant I don't mind." You blushed at the fact he saw you in his future. The sound of the lighter flickering caught her attention. "Trynna go again?" 

You eagerly nodded. You let him take the first few hits while you bit into your burger tasting flavours you'd never experienced in your life, you hummed in satisfaction as you stuffed your mouth with the salty fries it came with. It tasted better when you were in this state. Oscar offered the last little bit and you gladly took it. 

His eyes matched yours, lids low with glossed-over red eyes. He looked so cute like that, that's why you liked being around him when he was high. "You good?" You asked, he nodded reaching for his own burger now. "I love food." He said. Your eyes disappeared as you smiled. You switched between smoking at eating until the spliff was done, you flicked it onto the sand and returned to the rest of your fries. 

The night sky had come in, it reflected off of the clear water, tides slowly dying down. You two had lay there not saying a word, just enjoying each other's company-- you didn't know if it was the weed dying out but you were suddenly tired, all you wanted to do was sleep. Had a few close calls too until Oscar nudged you. "How did your first time getting high go?" He asked. You kissed his chest and said. "Mmm, we should do this more often."

"Yeah?" He replied with a bit of excitement in his voice. "Yeah. Thanks for letting me try it." Oscar planted a kiss on your head. "Anytime, baby." 

"I'm as high as giraffe titties right now." You slurred. Oscar belly-laughed, all the things you were saying were just cute and hilarious to him. "Maybe we should take you home. Sleep this off." You groaned but agreed, you two packed up everything and Oscar held onto you as you stumbled behind him, your feet completely forgetting their job. He dropped you in the passenger's seat and buckled you in before heading to the driver's side. He rolled down the windows for some cool air, started the car and pulled out of the lot. 

The ride home was silent, other than the low music playing through the speakers. You were zoned out beyond belief as you leaned your head against the car. You had given up the fight, the drug was winning and you were floating off to sleep. Oscar looked over after hearing a few little snores, he laughed shaking his head. He'd never forget the day that his goodie-two-shoes ass girlfriend finally smoked some weed. 

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3D: JJK💋 Part One

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: jungkookxOC’s in closed traid/polyamorous relationship. Sex (raw and protected), oral (female and male recieving), threesome. Some fluff and mild plot because theyre loveds afater all 😌✨

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The smell of cherry bomb body oil, weed and sex coated the air. Notably Jungkook's favorite combo, and he was a coni'sour of scents.

Incense.

OG Kush.

Shea Butter.

Pussy.

ESPECIALLY, Pussy.

Every woman was different based on various factors of diet and hygiene of course but there was a distinct musk that Jungkook found intoxicating. So much so, that his tongue licked at the air before curling over his top lip, his eyes rolling back as he savored everything.

Katya's pussy bloomed like the flower it smelled like, sucking his length in loudly as he drove himself deeper.

"Ah..ah..ah..shit..." she huffed against the bed, her gold ringed fingers fisting the crumpled sheets. From behind her, a tatted hand comes over her tawny waistline to squeeze her flesh, pulling her back to bounce against his dick.

"Oh fuck —- like that. Just like that.." she cried, Jungkook chuckling sharply through his nose.

"Hmm? like this Kitty?" He rasps, his eyes dropping to the silver piercings denting her dimples of Venus. He snaps his hips a bit harder, forcing gusts of air to jut from Kat's lungs.

"Look at you gripping my dick like you love it..My pussy? hmm? This is mine?" He taunts her with a heckling grin in his voice.

Normally, Katya would resist his need to dominate and make him really work for it. She'd deny his claims and make him prove it, ultimately ending in a mess of both of them. But today she didnt have the fight in her. She just wanted to cum again and again so she'd have an excuse to binge eat whatever was in the snack cabinet.

Sex burns hella calories after all.

"Shut up and just fuck me.." she muttered into the sheets. Jungkook grunts at her brash response, only happy to oblige as he lifted one leg up and planted his foot for balance, commencing to plow into her even harder and faster.

"Yes..yes...yesss.." she mewls, tearful eyes rolling back. Jungkook grunts as he kicked up his rhythm , his jaw slack and his brow crinkled as Katya tried to lift her head from the bed.

"Oh fuck yes..dont stop!"

"Uh uhn..down.." Jungkook shakes his head and he further enforces the demand by getting hold of her by her hair, a wavy knot of copper tangled in his fingers, pinning her head down to the mattress.

The pounding continues for another minute straight, Kat's inevitable undoing on loud and messy loop as Jungkook sought out to prove his point repeatedly.

The loud and messy sex is muffled effectively behind the door, far off at the end of the hall on the east side of the apartment.

Janelle is blissfully unaware as her key turns the front door's lock and she enters on tired feet, grimacing as she crossed the threshold.

Today was shit.

Everyone was rude.

Minor inconveniences felt monumental.

And her uterus felt like it had been doused in gasoline and tossed in a dumpster fire.

And her air pods just fucking died on her!

The telltale downward beeps further dampening her mood and muting the lofi she'd been on the whole walk home.

Today was shit, as previously stated, and it seemed to only get shittier.

"Fuck!"

Jungkook's voice is heard from the end of the hallway and based on his tone, Janelle assumed he was gaming or something. Her tummu fluttered at the sound since it confirmed he was home.

She just wanted to curl up under her man, sniff his neck while he rolled her a blunt and forget about the day she'd endured.

That was exactly what she needed.

Setting her keys and bag on the kitchen counter, Janelle shook her week old silk press out from its messy bun on her way towards the growing sound of her partner's voice ready to dump her troubles on him.

When she opened the door however, she's pinned by two sets of wide and surprised eyes at her sudden appearance in the doorway..

Her boyfriend of a few years, Jungkook. The tall and pretty idiot with dream boat hair, fuck boy tatts, abs for days and a toothy smile.

Although he wasn't smiling now..

"Nell.." he stammers, frozen where he was looming over the freckle faced ginger whose head was hanging off the side of his bed.

"Youre home early." He states the obvious , furrowing his brow as he's still nestled deep inside of Kat, both of them regarding Janelle with equal concern while not separating.

"Hey Jelly Belly.." Kat , her girlfriend of less than a year , greets her with a smile as sweet at the nickname spoken and Janelle mustered a weak smile in return.

"Hey Kat. Hey babe...I didnt mean to interrupt.." she begins, already about to close the door and leave them to it.

"Its fine/You didnt.." both canoodlers chime in tandem, shooting eachother a scorned look before putting the spotlight on the woman simpering in the doorway.

"Did you have good day at least? You look sad.." Jungkook goes on to ask and from the way Janelle's bottom lip trembles and her hesitance to answer, it was clear.

"Aww Belly.." Kat sits up on her elbows, pushing Jungkook back so that he has no choice but to pull out. His dick sheathed in cream-covered latex drooped under its weight, and he immediately begins pulling the condom off.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" he lifts his brows earnestly.

Watching the two of them scrambling to get away from eachother as if they weren't just engaged in what she knew was very intense sex, Janelle's blank expression gave little away as she shook her head.

"Naw. Im just gonna go lay down. Yall carry on..." she says.

There wasn't any room for a response since she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her to leave a half dressed Jungkook with a semi poking at his boxers and a topless and messy-headed Kat exchanging dubious and guilty looks.

Nearly a year ago...

"So who's in charge here? You or her.." Katya pointed her half eaten french fry between the couple sitting across from her in the booth.

The post rush buzz in the old-school-themed burger joint was supposed gave the three of them the space and comfort to have conversations such as this. Katya was fresh off from work with aching ankles from bartending all night. A gig she found to be her niche after her meager attempts at typical 9 to 5's flopping. It wasnt odd for her to get offers out for a late dinner and night cap post shift, with these two specifically, but tonight's meeting was different than the others for many reasons.

Janelle takes a sip from her soda through a straw, her pretty eyes lifting through her ebony bangs at the copper-headed redbone across from her. Beside her, Jungkook chewed lazily with his arm stretched over the back of the red tufted booth behind his girl's head. He glances at Janelle expectedly as he rached for one of her fries, the two of them smirking knowingly. She gives him a little nod and he returns it before speaking.

"No one's in charge of anyone." Jungkook muffles over his food, adding the stolen fry to the pile in his mouth. Janelle nods in agreement, swallowing her sip of soda and pushing her cup aside.

"Yeah, come on Kat. You know us. Theres no heirarchy here. He's with me and Im with him." she insists. Katya narrows here eyes at them both, still using her fry as a stylus drawing an accusatory figure eight between the two of them.

And she did know them. Mostly in passing at first. Jungkook frequented the outside of her bar with his gorgeously loud group of friends on their bikes with their tattoos and growling engines like mating calls on a Saturday night. She rarely paid them much mind.

At least until he brought those tattoos inside, flashing her with that stupid pierced smile before asking for a drink. Through small talk they became mildly aquainted, nothing unusal or overly flirtatious. Something Katya found intriguing until it became clear to her that Jungkook was taken.

Janelle was nothing like who Katya imagined Jungkook would date. With the sweet and innocent face of a baby doll but the body that most women show to the doctor as an example of what they want, Jungkook's girlfriend was opposite of him in almost every way. Flawless brown skin and shoulder length yaki textured tresses that swayed as she moved. Minimal make up apart from her NYX lip liner and Fenty Gloss Bomb'd lips that caught Kat's eye immediately.

No tatts. No piercings other than in her ears. Dressing in shades Kat never observed her man donning. Bright and bubbly and way out of his league if you asked her.

She stuck out among the grunge when she entered the bar behind Jungkook the first night she saw her, intriguing her even more...

"Mmhmm...So now yall want to add me to the mix, right? Not just on some 'one night' basis.." Kat finishes what she assumed Janelle was going to say, popping the pointer fry in her mouth.

Kat normally wasnt this straightforward on her dates, despite being a naturally shrewd individual, but this date felt like more like an interview from the way Jungkook and Janelle sat across from her with open eyes and ears for any questions she may have.

Proposing for someone to be a part of a nontraditional polyamorous relationship wasnt as uncommon as people liked to think. And it surely wasn't Kat's first offer.

She just didnt expect it from them.

"This was your idea wasnt it?" Kat adverts her glare to Jungkook now, making him choke on his drink mid sip.

"What? Why would you assume that?" he coughs humorously and Kat shrugs with ber elbow on the table.

"Iont know. Because its always the mans idea. You know how many bitches fake being gay just to appease their dude or keep them from cheating? How should I know this isnt that?"

"Because it isn't." Jungkook grunts, not showing anything other than amusement at Kat's demeanor. Janelle seems taken aback by the the statement however, her soft eyes widening.

"No one is faking anything, first of all.." she shakes her head, her pout pulling Kat's attention back to her. She lifts her brows at the implication, looking Janelle up and down with even more interest and a smirk.

"Oh?" she mirths.

"And I'd never cheat on Nell. This is something she suggested..." Jungkook cuts in, Kat's eyes jumping back to him.

"Hmmph..I have a hard time believing that but ok.." the ginger shrugs, leaning back on her side of the booth. Finding the skepticism a little vexing, Janelle scoots closer to the table to assume the position Kat had just been in with her elbows and forearms resting on the table.

"Its true. And the part about it being my idea is too. Look, Jungkook and I have been together a while. We get eachother. Likes and dislikes. Bad habits and pet peeves. Fantasies and ambitions. He's legit my best friend."

Janelle pauses to look over at her boyfriend, who just gives her a smile that told Kat the feeling was mutual.

"I know it's probably hard to explain but...I brought up the idea of opening our relationship up a little and Jungkook was hesitant because he never considered being with anyone else. And neither did I but, I dont want one of our needs for something different to seperate us when we could experience it together. Or at least with some level of understanding between eachother."

"So is this about sex or..." Kat cuts in, still wanting to get to the root of the situation. Janelle grimaces lightly in thought, her eyes lifting towards the ceiling breifly.

"Eh..yes and no. The companionship aspect is relevent here too. We're not just looking for someone else to have sex with. Sexually, we have zero complaints when it comes to eachother, but that's not to say theres things we're not open to try..."

Kat sits with both of her arms resting on the back of the booth, her short legs tucked underneath her comfortably. Her hard expression softens the longer she listened to Janelle.

She had a nice voice. Soft and slightly raspy. Easily the most placating tone Kat had ever heard. She'd listen to her read a grocery list and be this invested.

"...Point is..We know you and you know us. We both find you attractive and Im comfortable with coming to you with this. But Kat, if youre not interested, that's fine. And Im sorry if this makes you uncomf..." Janelle pauses when Kat shushes her, one black coffin nail lifted.

"Hush babe. Im interested for sure. In you more than him..." the nail tilts in Jungkook's direction.

And that was saying something because he was most definitely her type. From the charcoal tinted tattoos, broad shoulders and chest, height, and urban style of dress. But something about his girl made her tongue water in ways she didnt want to say out loud just yet.

"Youre cute though , so No offense." she adds.

"None taken." Jungkook smirks and she continues.

"I just wanna make sure this is a legit arrangement where all parties are on board and participating on their own free will. I dont want you feeling weird or imposed upon by my presence. Because Im not sure if you knew but Im alot to handle."

"Im not worried. Are you babe?" Janelle smiles over at her partner with expectant eyes, and its too damn sweet and enthusiastic for the context of their conversation.

Even Jungkook's eyebrows go up in surprise at his girlfriend's bold response.

He picks up his drink again, smirking around his straw as he shakes his head in amazement and disbelief. He takes a quick draining sip that gurgles the ice cubes,setting it back down.

"Yeah..Im not worried at all either, Kitty Kat."

The unsolicited nickname makes Kat's eye twitch, and something else deep between her legs. She hated it and could already see that Jungkook was going to be an issue. Unlike Janelle, who seemed to be the more accommodating of the two despite her calling the shots.

She regards him with a lifted brow and Jungkook mereley smirks back at her with a challenge in his eyes that made her want to come across the table.

Kat mirrors his expression, licking her top teeth sexily before lifting her chin.

"Ok. Im in."

A few knocks at the bathroom door were followed by its creaking hinges and Janelle opens her eyes just as two guility faces peaked through the steam.

Feeling rather sticky from being outside all day, Janelle decided to soak her stress away in a steaming bath of essential oils and relaxing fragrance. Her face had been scrubbed of her make up and outside exposure, her straightened hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. She knew the sweat from her scalp would have her roots reverting but she didnt care.

The sharp pains in her pelvis had just began to subside,  but she knew this was just the beginning considering her cycles in the past.

She says nothing as her partners approached, her expression tired and stoic as she turned her head to face them.

"You alright?" Jungkook is first to speak, stepping ahead of Kat to sit on the toilet lid. He was fully dressed now, the only evidence of his activies being the way his messy hair.

Kat stands near the sink, leaning her hop against the counter in her crumpled gym shorts and bralette.

The bubbled water ripples gently at Janelle's slow nod, a weak smile gracing nude lips.

"Yeah..just tired. And sore."

"Period?" Kat scrunches her nose in disdain, folding her arms over her chest. Janelle nods again.

"I think so. Im not bleeding but the cramps are just over the top today. I popped two pain pills an hour ago and its barely taking off the edge."

"So thats why you left work early? Damn...Why didn't you call me? I could have came to get you." Jungkook scolds her, knowing the distance bewteen her job and their apartment wasnt small. He was generally the one taking her on the back of his bike when he was available.

Janelle gives him a weak smirk.

"Well I called but..." her eyes go to Kat breifly before continuing.

"I think you were busy." she cringes, sinking lower into the water as realization slaps them both in the face.

Yeah, they were busy.

Busy fucking.

All while their sweet little succulent was in need, calling both of their phones before ultimately deciding to hoof it 5 blocks before her manager changed his mind about letting her leave early.

Jungkook's head dropped, smacking his face into his palm.

"Shit..Im sorry babe...really." he mutters, guilt-eating him from the inside out. Kat steps towards the tub, dropping to her knees to come closer to Janelle's level.

"Yeah sorry Belly. Our phones must have been on vibrate or something.." she pouts guiltily. Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement.

"Even then, we should have been more aware. What if it was an emergency?" he directs his fussing at Kat, who turns to him sharply.

"No shit Sherlock. You were the one who could have been the most aware considering the fact that it's your responsibility to pick her up. So dont blame me.."

"Im not blaming you." Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Sounds like you are.." Kat seethes and Jungkook is ready to continue arguing when Janelle slaps the water in frustration.

"Stop fighting! Damn..Its fine. Im not dead. It not the first time Ive had to walk somewhere in my life and it wont be the last. Plus it was early...You could have just as well been asleep and missed my calls so..its no big deal. Shut it.."

In the way she always did, Janelle effectively ends the bickering between her overprotective boyfriend and her vigilant girlfriend with the simplest reasoning.

They still glowered at eachother resentfully, as it they werent just doing loud and raunchy sex with eachother 30 minutes ago.

Jungkook sticks his tongue out st Kat childishly before dismissing her presence, returning his full attention to Janelle.

"Ok but Im still sorry. It wont happen again, I promise." he assures her. The stress melts from her face at his unnecessary apology.

"I know babe. It's ok, foreal. Im just glad I'm not at work anymore. Everybody was unusually more rude and aggravating today than normal. I think im just gonna stay in this weekend. I know yall wanted to go out tonight but I dont think im gonna make it. It hurts to walk. Hurts to stand..." she trails off.

Kat reaches over and dips her arm into the water to rub Janelle's thigh in empathetically, resting her chin on the edge of the tub.

"Awww Belly. I hate seeing you like this. Makes me sad.." she pouts.

"Same. Yeah we're definitely not going anywhere tonight. I'll just tell Tae to sell those tickets he copped for us. There was a show I wanted to take yall to but fuck it." he shrugs casually. Kat looks at him over her shoulder, her normal frown nonexistent at the knowledge of his plans.

"You got tickets to see Bad Omen's?" her voice is small, most likely her attempt at not seeming too excited. Knowing her favorite band was in town for one night with no available tickets had her in her feelings all week, and learning that Jungkook got the hook up on tickets anyway made her wish she'd been a little nicer to him.

Just a little.

Janelle looks to Kat's hopefull face and wilts with guilt.

"Awww no. Kat was so sad she couldnt get those tickets. You guys should just go. I'll be ok.." she insists, resting her hand on Kat's under the water. Both Jungkook's and Kat's snap towards Janelle.

"What? No..." Kat begins.

"Yeah, that wouldnt be right. You wanted to see them too." Jungkook adds.

Janelle shrugs her shoulder.

"Only because of you and Kat. I know like..one song. That was yalls thing. I wouldn't be upset if you went." she locks eyes with both of them.

Theres a moment a silence in the bathroom as Kat and Jungkook considered her words, neither of them feeling comfortable with her suggestion to leave her behind.

"Nell.." Jungkook frowns, his eyes forlorn and in avid disagreement. Janelle just shakes her head.

"Just go. Both of you. I'll be fine, I promise. Tell me all about it. Kat, record if they do my song, record some for me?" she squeezes Kat's hand with the gentle ask and Kat's pouted lips twisted in conflict.

"Please?" she lifts her brows, giving the world's most irresistible set of puppy eyes anyone had ever seen.

With s reluctant smile of her own, Kat nods slowly.

"Of course Belly. I'll record the whole thing." she ensures her.

Feeling satisfied with the agreement, Janelle smiles tiredly at Kat before releasing her hand.

"Good. Its settled then. Now if y'all don't mind, talking is starting to make my head hurt and I want to soak a little bit longer.."

"Say less.." Jungkook is first to stand, gesturing for Kat to follow him with a irrefutable look in his eye. For once, Kat doesnt protest and she nods before leaning to kiss Janelle's wet temple.

"Let us know if you need anything, Ok?"

Janelle nods, beaming weakly at Kat's show of affection before speaking.

"I will. Now get out." she smiles and the two do just that, Jungkook following behind Kat. He gives Janelle one last look with fondness as well as melancholy in his gaze before shutting her back in her steamy candle lit oasis.

In the hallway, Kat taps Jungkook on his chest with the back of her hand to get his attention.

"Hey..Are we seriously gonna go to that show and leave her here in pain?" she whispers roughly so Janelle had no chance of hearing them.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, glancing at the door breifly before shaking his head.

"Fuck no...I just wasnt about to argue with her. I might go to the store though. Get her some shit to help her feel better.."

"Ok good because I was gonna say..."

"Hell naw." he chuckles.

Jungkook's about to walk away when Kat stops him again. He lifts his brow curiously at her soft grip on his forearm.

"Why didnt you tell me you got those tickets? You knew I was trying to get them.." Kat says lowly, not quite in a whisper.

Jungkook smirks at the question.

"I know. I was planning to surprise you with em. You know Tae works security at that venue sometimes so he pulled some syrungs for me." he shrugs nonchalantly.

Kat's peircing eyes thaw instantly, the corners of her mouth perking up in a smile.

"You asshole..I could kiss you. I didnt know you liked me that much." she perts her lips, nudging Jungkook's pec with her fist. His nose crinkles with his smile, feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction at effectimg Kat this way. He reaches up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger affectionately.

"Aww. Come on now. You know me better than that Kitty Kat.." he teases.

At the sound of the dreaded pet name, Kat's smile vanishes and she snatches her chin from his hold.

"aand you just had to ruin it.." she grimaces but Jungkook merely grins as he leaned in for a chaste kiss, pecking Kat's pout loudly.

"You'll be ok." He slides in cheekily, giving her ass a smack and squeeze before they go their separate ways towards their respective quarters.

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Botany: Angel Reyes x Reader

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Angel always washes his sheets when he knows you’re coming over, there’s something about being surrounded by the scent of fresh laundry and you that completely ruins him. He finds he sleeps better in clean linen, and it becomes a weekly thing instead of fortnightly, even when the two of you haven’t made plans.

He drinks less these days, his fridge actually full of food instead of orange juice and beer because he likes to make you breakfast in the aftermath, sometimes you like to cook when you come over. He enjoys having you around, he looks forward to the nights where you’re his and only his.

There’s a domesticity to the relationship, one that he’s never allowed himself to have before. The women he’s been with since Luisa are fast and fleeting, a place to drown himself when the world becomes too much to bear, and he needs to lose himself.

It’s when he comes home to you, wrist deep in dirt, pulling weeds from the flower beds that line the front of his house that he realises how serious shit has got between the two of you.

“Sorry.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to brush a strand of your hair away from your face. “It’s been bothering me for a while.”

“Yea, no it’s fine.” He tells you, kneeling down and taking up residence next to you. He looks at you wearing one of his shirts thrown over a strap top and those Levi’s that fit you just right. You’re completely in your element, your face streaked with soil, hair tied back as you work. His lover, the kush farmer, the gardener, the botanist.

“We need to prep the soil.” You tell him, letting the gritty, dry earth slip through your fingers. “All of this is devoid of nutrients, I’ll get some compost from the farm, maybe some manure from the horses up by Riz’s place, dig it out and liven it up a bit. Is that ok with you?”

“What will you grow?” His voice rough as he speaks because he’s never had someone so invested. He thinks it means that you’re here to stay because you know, he sure as shit has no fucking idea how to keep something other than himself alive.

“I was thinking we could choose something together.” You say, nudging your shoulder with his. “Play into your vibe, probably some succulents and cacti. I don’t think you’re a lilacs kinda guy, although they are a great pollinator, you’d probably end up with some butterflies and bees. They’re pretty good at smothering weeds too and the smell when summer hits…” You trail off, your cheeks colouring as you tilt your head to meet his gaze. “Sorry I’m getting ahead of myself. Your garden, your rules.”

Fuck you’re captivating to watch. He doesn’t know anything about this horticulture shit but for you it’s a passion, you light up when you talk about it, you’re in your element with your fingers in the earth. He doesn’t know what the hell he did to deserve you.

“I love you.” He blurts out suddenly and he expects you to be taken aback, to reel away from the force of the words that leave his mouth.

“I know,” You tell him, a smile gracing your features as you take in his surprised expression. “You think I don’t see it?”

He’s got nothing to say to that, he really hasn’t. He knows he’s not the most forthcoming of men, he plays his cards close to his chest when it comes to his feelings because he’s been burned before. However, he is impulsive, emotion driven, he feels deeply. He’s not surprised that it bleeds into his physical actions.

“The shit you do for me, it means the world. Making sure I eat in the morning, when you know I’m about to spend a day in the fields, giving me a ride home when I’m too tired to function, running a bath when you know I’m sore. I’ve never been with someone so attuned to me. So, yea, I love you too, and this…” you point at the flowerbed. “is my way of showing it. I’m just really shit at expressing myself, hence why I’m letting you pick the plants instead of just throwing myself into it.”

He laughs because what you don’t realise is that all of these things you’ve listed reflect the shit you do for him. The nights you hold him close in the darkness after he’s had a nightmare, hands soothing over his back as you whisper in his ear, the fact you know he always needs physical reassurance when the two of you are together. You never judge him for it, you never make him feel needy or clingy.

“C’mere.” He mutters, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close. You smell like fresh earth, musky and rich, he buries his face in your hair, the contours of your body fitting perfectly against him.  “I love you and you can plant whatever the fuck you want.”

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YES! Denji x gyaru girlfriend.... a lil fluffy drabble

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Your perfume. That’s the first thing Denji notices when he walks into your room. It’s sweet and fruity—reminds him of walking by a bakery. Or even one of those fancy beauty stores he’s let you drag him into, was it kush? That can’t be right. LUSH. The smell kinda reminds Denji of that lush store. Or maybe the store reminded him of you since he’s known you longer…

Regardless, it’s nice. Then he always notices the walls, covered in art and cute little decorations, a perfect reflection of your interests. Girly. It’s girly. It feels refreshing compared to his room—not that he doesn’t appreciate his room for what it is. His room is practical, his bed is big enough to comfortably sleep two, there’s a calendar on the wall, he even has a nightstand with a picture of you and him on top. 

His mattress certainly doesn’t have a skirt though. Nor will you find a pretty little vanity next to his closet, or printed curtains over his windows. Your room feels like the type of place where he should be barred entry—a no boys allowed sign would fit perfectly on your door, sealing all pink tidiness inside a safe haven.

So he’s flattered everytime you take him in. Butterflies and everything when you tug his arm through the doorway, guiding him to sit on the bed while you go to grab your speaker. He has to shove stuffed animals out of the way to make room—noting the familiar button-eyed faces, his heart skipping a beat when he sees the giant Kuromi plush he won for you at a fair next to your pillow.  

You turn music on then, playing something lo-fi for the morning, and Denji expects you to continue getting ready—you’re still in your pajamas and fuzzy slippers—but then you’re crawling onto the bed next to him. 

“Good morning, Denji,” you say all sweet, smushing your cheek into his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him. He melts against you while his heart skyrockets.

“G’morning.” He feels your pretty long nails drag up his back the way he likes—the way you know he likes. Suddenly his plans for the day seem unimportant—if he could just lay in your bed while you scratch his back forever he’d be content to never leave. 

He heaves a deep sigh, grabbing one of your squishmellows to lean his head on in his lap. “love when you do that.” 

You giggle and widen the circle you’re drawing over his spine. 

“You love when I claw you?” 

“Mhm.” 

You smile to yourself, running your acrylics over his shirt with a little more pressure for a minute before leaning over to kiss his shoulder blade. 

“Need to finish getting ready.” 

Denji’s eyes open—they’d drifted closed to the feeling of your hands on him—and he sits up with a subtle blush. “‘Course! Finish your makeup or whatever.” 

“Actually my makeup’s already done,” you say, standing in front of him and grabbing his cheeks with your face right in front of his. You close your eyes and turn to show Denji different angles of your masterwork. 

“Woah.” 

Denji would honestly be lying if he said he noticed the carefully applied lines around your eyes before you pointed it out—he’d just thought you looked pretty as always. But now that he’s really looking, he can appreciate how tough it must’ve been to make the lines so straight. He’s thoroughly impressed. 

“I like this part.” He points to his eyes, gesturing to his outer corner to refer to your wings.

“Hehe thank you!” His smile grows at your maintained proximity, his cheeks warming when you plant a little kiss on one of them. 

You frown then, looking at his clean skin where you kissed. 

“Wait, I’m forgetting something.” You turn to rummage through your vanity while floating hearts twinkle around Denji’s head. You pull your pink, bubblegum-flavor lip gloss out of a drawer.

Denji nods knowingly—this is the one makeup item Denji can always recognize, thanks to its ability to grant extra messy kisses. 

“You want some?” You ask with a mischievous grin. 

“You’ll get some on me either way, I hope,” he grumbles. He doesn’t like wearing lip gloss on principle, but for you he’ll tough through it. 

Soon you’re scooting up next to him on the bed, applying a generous amount of product before pressing your lips to Denji’s, careful so you don’t smudge it everywhere. 

When you pull back, he’s wearing a cute expression, trying to pout through a smile. 

“Aww you look so cute!” 

“I better! This stuff’s more pain than it’s worth in my opinion. Leaves ya all sticky.” 

“Whatever, meanie! I like it,” then you’re tugging his hand up towards your closet. “Now help me pick my outfit for the day!” 

HEHE .. i think i can guess who requested this and sending u LOVE baby, i hope ur into it

#denji x reader #csm x reader #denji x you #denji headcanons #boyfriend denji #bf denji #Denji fluff #csm fluff

[clementineskesh]

Transcript:

Here we go again, Baldwin Home AKA Black Screen AKA Mister I Wish You Would AKA Sovereign Community AKA Crysanth Kush AKA All the News That's Fit To Sprint Up To You In The Streets And Tell You What's Really Real, delivering another message to the masses:

You already know what it is!

And I don't mean that rhetorically. You ain't heard the news. 

You lived it!

(from far away) Hey, Black, why do they call it the Bontive Valley?

(close to the mic) They call it the Bontive Valley ‘cause the harvests are high yielding. And bit by bit, they're coming back into hand. 

We're talking more crops. We're talking our land. 

After all, we worked it for 

how many thousand years? For 

how many glass Dukes? We cried 

how many midnight tears? 

It ain't worth it to do the damn calculus. They'll just tell us we needed to use trigonometry instead.

“Your numbers aren't right. It wasn't really exploitation.” 

So let me do some simple subtraction: 

Three minus three is dead. 

Y’all sent out your shooters

from your crystalline castle 

from your beige coloured campus 

from your jewel-encrusted church. 

Well, I got news, I’m the paperboy, open up 

front page story

your shooters was flawed, your Duchess a fraud, and we're really, really them. 

And I know what you're thinking. 

I know where your mind's at. 

You're ready to punch back. You’re gonna find out who caused you all of this pain. 

Poor Stargrave, finger on the trigger

poor prophet, dig a little deeper

poor Mr. Entrepreneur,

we've opened a door 

and you're facing it for 

the first time

ever. 

We made you imagine 

a whole world 

without you. Now, get this. 

We do that 

every 

single 

day. 

And it ain't just a vision, it ain’t pipe dreams and conversation, it ain’t blue sky hypothetical, it’s really, really real. All that talk 

all that violence yet our energy remains. 

We're vibrant while you piss poor tyrants got tired just holding our chains.

#palisade #friends at the table #f@tt #baldwin home aka black screen i love you so much #the anaphora in this is just *chef's kiss* #also i thought he was doing 'Black comedian white person voice' but after listening a bunch #i think it's also his keith character voice?? JHDFSJHFS

[skittlesfics]

name: company ink pairing: Argyle x Reader word count: 3010 summary: During a bad shift at the pizza shop, Argyle offers to smoke you out. contents/warnings: tits, weed usage, vague descriptions of being high, tagged smut for sexual content but no actual sex, mostly fluff author's note: okay I was going to post the request, and then I remembered this idea kicking around and I had to get it out. Something the tiniest bit spicier, may be potential for a part two read part 2 here

- You huffed as you hung up the phone, yet another irate customer yelling about prices that you had zero control over. Some days you had a lot of fun at this job, and others you were this close to throwing in your thematic Hawaiian shirt and visor for something less soul-sucking.

“That’s not the happy face I’m looking for.” Argyle popped into view from around the corner as if to remind you of why you stayed at this place, his empty delivery bag dangling from one shoulder as he returned from the most recent round of deliveries. He was lucky; another driver had just taken the newest stack, leaving him an actual break from driving for once. You wrinkled your nose at him and leaned back against the wall, your head hitting the shitty bulletin board with more force than you had intended.

“Don’t give me that ‘smile’ bullshit today, Argyle, I’ll scream.” You said, closing your eyes against the impending stress headache. The regret set in immediately. You felt gross, snapping at your one work friend like that, but you were just about at your limit, and you didn’t need anyone prodding at you further. Not even your cute coworker who occasionally sold you weed.

“Whoa, man.” You heard Argyle’s footsteps and thought he was leaving, but just as quickly as they receded, they returned, coming towards you behind the counter now.

“Need a smoke? I’m out of purple palm tree delight, but I scored some black triangle kush that’ll get you real mellow.” He sounded about as concerned as Argyle was capable of, which only made you feel more guilty for snapping at him. You pressed your lips together, opening your eyes to see the dark-haired boy looking at you with genuine concern. Fuck.

“It’s just been a rough day, I’m sorry. I’ll be okay. I honestly don’t have the spare cash for weed right now.” You normally used your tips to get enough weed from Argyle to make it through the rough days, but your last few shifts had been pretty stingy and you had your half of an electric bill to worry about this week.

Argyle’s brow knitted together thoughtfully, and you swallowed a thought about how adorable he was when he tried to think, especially when he was already toasted.

“I could smoke you out, if you wanna take your break now. We’re friends, you don’t always have to pay.” He offered. He shifted his delivery bag off his shoulder and dumped it onto the counter like it was a done deal. You chewed your bottom lip, glancing between him and the phone.

“I don’t want to put you out. You can’t give away weed every time a girl is in crisis. I can pay you later, or make it up to you somehow?” You offered guiltily. Argyle simply shrugged and gestured for you to follow him outside.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You hesitated only long enough to yell that someone in the kitchen would have to grab the phone and scurried behind him, eager for any sort of stress relief.

-

You shifted awkwardly in your seat as Argyle rolled a joint in front of you. He was explaining the differences between this strain and his usual one, but you were only half listening, your eyes following the expert movements of his fingers.

“… hybrid, so it might make you a little sleepy, but you’ll definitely be more relaxed. I always get cotton mouth, but I didn’t give the last house their pepsi since they yelled at you on the phone, so you can drink that if you need it.”

You nodded along as if you were listening. He twisted the end of the joint and admired his own rolling job before holding it up to his mouth to light. You had always been attracted to your coworker, but “don’t shit where you eat” had been heavily ingrained in your mind from the drama at your first job. You were doing your best to respect that, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t look. He held the joint between his lips, using one hand to shield it from non-existent wind and the other to light the end with his lighter. He let the twisted paper burn down, taking a few puffs to draw the flame into the weed, and then offered it to you.

You tried not to think about the slight dampness from where he had kept the filter in his mouth for too long as you took a long pull, holding the smoke in your lungs for a few moments before exhaling.

He still hadn't given you a way to repay him, but you didn't bring it up yet as you returned the joint carefully pinched between pointer finger and thumb. He took it with ease, eyes trained on your face as he leaned back to take a hit. He inhaled deeply, holding for a beat before exhaling through his mouth and nose, smoke pouring from him like some sort of fancy incense holder. 

You couldn't help but laugh, grinning as he broke into a smile. 

"That's it. There's my smile. Consider your debt paid in full." He said cheerfully, reaching out to gently pat your cheek. His touch shouldn't have burned the way it did, but then, none of the way you felt around Argyle made any sense. You shouldn't get jealous when he told you stories of customers flirting with him. You shouldn't hang on to his every word. You shouldn't mope around the pizza parlor until he comes in from each delivery with some story or snippet of something that he thought might cheer you up. You really, really shouldn't shit where you eat.

You let him place the joint between your lips, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed gently against your lips as he pulled away. You were sure you imagined the slight intake of breath on his part, the way his eyes lingered on your lips, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed before tearing his eyes away. 

Fuck, the weed was hitting quick if you were already this horny. You took another hit, inhaling slowly and holding the smoke in your mouth for a second before breathing it into your lungs. You exhaled, feeling yourself start to melt into the floor of the van. Argyle took the joint as carefully as he had placed it, dropping it into the ashtray he kept on hand.

"I don't think a smile is enough to pay you for weed, Argyle." You slurred lazily, flicking your eyes up to gaze at him through thick lashes. You didn't remember when you laid down fully, but there he was, sitting upright and towering over you. 

"No?" He asked, still smiling. Argyle was always smiling. That was one of the things you liked so much about him. You reached up and poked his cheek, grinning when it made his smile widen. 

"No." You repeated, shaking your head slightly. He shifted closer, his leg bumping up against yours as he made himself comfortable. There was a brief silence as your brain processed the new input and he just watched you, waiting. Finally, his curiosity got the best of him.

"What would be enough to pay me for weed?" He asked, finally. You hummed. The logical part of your brain was telling you to stop now, that he might reject you and that would be awkward and you couldn't get a new job quickly if this went sour because you got frisky after a little weed.

The less logical side of your brain was telling you that you knew the way he looked at you. How his eyes lingered when you stretched to get the boxes from the top shelf, your shirt slipping up to reveal the slightest bit of skin. How he always looked your way when he made a joke to be sure that you were laughing. How he undercharged you for weed, or slipped extra in the bag when you weren't looking. You liked that side much better. 

You played with the collar of your shirt as you considered the best way to answer, not missing the way his eyes followed your hand and then drifted down before deliberately, dutifully returning to your face. 

"Remember that delivery to the apartments down Oakside last Tuesday, 3A?" You asked. You watched his face as he thought back, trying to count the days backwards to remember what you meant. His lips moved silently as he thought, mouthing the pizza orders of the places he remembered. You couldn't help but smile at his moment of realization, the tips of his ears growing a deep red at the memory. Large white pie, extra sausage.

"You mean the one with the..." he mimed opening a robe, his eyes slightly wide as the implications of your words slammed into him all at once. "No way, dude, you don't have to..." He trailed off. His eyes were already drifting back down, Adam's apple bobbing with the force of his nervous swallowing. 

You smiled and gave him a slight nod, fingers already fiddling with the first button on your work shirt. 

"That's the one. I think you said something about a pizza costing more than just a look." You teased, moving on to the next button when the first finally popped open. "Does that apply to weed, too?"

Argyle's lips parted like he was about to say something, eyebrows knitted together as he grappled over what to say, but no words came out. He blinked hard, shaking his head slightly like he was making sure you were really there, then he looked down at the joint, inspecting it for anything he hadn't added. 

"Argyle?"

"If it's for the weed, you don't have to." He repeated, his voice high with nervousness. You had one button left, and you made quick work of it, letting your shirt rest, partially open, on your chest. You felt incredible. High, powerful, sexy, bold... You could take on the world, if the world were the cute boy sitting with his mouth slightly open across from you. The world around him was hazy, tilting slowly, but that didn't matter when you felt like this.

"I want to." This was stupid. This was brilliant. This was ridiculous. This was... everything. You couldn't decide as he shifted next to you, moving closer like he was waiting for you to take it back. "Aren't you curious?" 

You could tell from the way he looked at you that he was more than curious. Maybe he was hoping for this, or something like this. Maybe this hadn't been the first time he thought about you in the back of his delivery van. Maybe he wanted more than you were even offering him right now. He said none of that out loud, his fingers gingerly finding the edges of your shirt and pushing them apart, inch by inch. 

The fabric was silky against your bare chest, the whisper of friction sending chills across your skin. You wondered if, this close, he could tell your heart was pounding in your chest, leaping at his careful touch. The places his fingers grazed against you were impossibly warm and the sensation of his skin on yours was nearly enough to send you spiraling. His eyes flickered between your face and your chest, searching for any sign of reluctance. Finding none, he finally just pulled your shirt open, a small groan falling from his lips at the sight of your bare tits beneath him.

"You are, like, unreal." He mumbled, his eyes devouring the sight of you like you were going to disappear. You flushed under the intensity of his gaze, fighting the urge to cover yourself or pull your shirt closed again. Your head was spinning in an entirely different way now, the weed paling in comparison to what Argyle was making you feel right now. You watched as he wet his lips with his tongue, goosebumps forming across your skin at the thought of what he might do with that. 

You took a breath, watching him as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, memorizing the curves of your torso as you just existed. Argyle had always been cute, but the way he looked at you made you ache for him. The world was hazy and soft, the weed having filed off all the hard edges, and yet Argyle was the only thing in sharp focus. You smiled, reaching for his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he took yours just as easily. You pulled it towards you, dropping it only inches away from the swell of your breast. 

"More than a look, right?" You breathed and the look he gave you would have melted you if you weren't already there. You were playing coy, but you were practically begging for his touch, laid out all pretty beneath him like you belonged there. Even just sitting there, not moving, his touch sent flames across your skin, quickening your breath and making you desperate. 

"You're sure?" Argyle was in just as much of a state, his face a dark red, breath coming heavy and deliberate. He shifted uncomfortably, cock straining against the rough denim of his jeans in a way that neither of you could ignore. If you'd had doubts before they were gone now, replaced only with the desire for him to just touch you already. 

"Don't make me beg." That was enough to get him moving, shifting to his knees like he had only been waiting for you to say the word. His hands were rough, calloused, awkward, but they felt so fucking good as he finally cupped your breasts, fingers pressing in slightly as he experimented with a gentle squeeze. You inhaled sharply, your back arching slightly into his touch and he took the encouragement for what it was.

He touched you carefully, experimenting to find the things that made you gasp, that made you look at him like you wanted more. It was when he leaned in, lips parted, pupils blown wide with desire that you knew you were a fucking goner. "Can I?"

You almost cursed at him for asking, reaching up to thread your fingers into the thick curtain of his hair and pull him closer to your chest. He smoothed one steadying hand across your abdomen and leaned in, his breath fanning across your nipple in a way that already had you shivering. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to press a hot, warm, kiss to the side of your breast. You moaned, the sound floaty and distant to your high mind. If his fingers were warm, his mouth was searing, leaving you needy and breathless as he decorated your chest with open-mouthed kisses, lips and teeth and tongue seeking out all the sensitive places his fingers had mapped out before.

Your grip on his hair tightened, your body arching into him as he came tantalizingly close to one of your nipples and then kissed around it, sucking at the skin just under where you wanted his mouth most. If it were anyone but Argyle, you would've thought it was a deliberate ploy to make you needy, pliant under him. It worked anyway, your brain swimming with want for him, his mouth, his fingers, his everything. 

When he pulled away, he was enraptured, dark eyes trained on your body, lips slightly swollen from kissing your chest. Neither of you spoke for a moment, eyes trading questions about intentions rather than risking words. 

You were ready to speak, to ask when it happened. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three sharp raps on the side of the van that sent you scrambling away from each other, nearly colliding in your haste. 

"Come on, Argyle, I can smell you in there." It was the other delivery driver, no doubt irate that he had been left to do back to back runs. 

"Uhhh," Argyle's voice came out thick and raspy, and he had to clear his throat before trying again. "Dude, my bad, lost track of time. New strain." He called out, eyes not leaving you as the excuse fell easily from his lips. You envied his composure, still struggling to rebutton your shirt under his scrutiny. 

"Whatever, just go pick up your pies, dude." The annoyance was clear even when muffled and tinny through the doors of the trunk. You bit your lip, casting Argyle a guilty look as you considered what chaos you might be returning to. He was all smiles, though, as he reached over to his ashtray and picked up the blunt, plucking it to place between his lips as if he hadn't missed a beat. He relit it and took a hit before replying.

"Alright. My bad, man. Won't happen again." He assured, passing you the blunt. You took a small hit and passed it back, exhaling for longer than needed in an attempt to calm yourself. Your body still felt like it was on fire with want for him, but you couldn't just say that when he seemed to bounce back to his normal, unbothered self. "Guess we have to get back." he intoned, just for you.

"Guess so." You responded breathlessly. He smiled guiltily and reached out to help you fix the button you had messed up, leaving a gape right at your cleavage. Somehow that's what made you squeeze your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as he helped fix your clothes. 

"Maybe we could hang out later?" He offered, his eyes promising all the things he wasn't saying out loud. Or maybe that was just the weed and desire talking because right now all the bullshit warnings about getting involved with coworkers were far from thought, lost somewhere on the tip of Argyle's tongue, or perhaps in the palms of his hands, or in the gaze that darkened ever so slightly when his eyes fell on you again, contrasting his easy smile. 

"Yeah, maybe." 

#Argyle x Reader #Argyle Imagine #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Stranger Things x Reader #Stranger Things Imagine #Argyle Fluff #Argyle Smut #3000 - 3500 #x reader #fluff

[scotianostra]

The 9th January 2000 saw the death of the historical novelist Nigel Tranter.

Tranter was the most prolific Scottish writer of all time, writing mainly factual and fictional books related to Scottish history, if you haven't read any of his work I recommend you do, the attention to detail takes nothing away from enjoyable stories. In my opinion the only other Scottish writer to come close to the volume and quality of work in this field is Sir Walter Scott.

His grandfathers were church ministers, but a great-grandfather invented the Tranter pistol. He was descended also from James Watt, inventor of the steam engine. He himself wanted to become a restoring architect, but the early death of his father forced him to stop studying. Instead he trained as an accountant and worked in the Scottish National Insurance Company. He served in the Royal Artillery during World War II.

Tranter went to George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh, which may have inspired his love of castles. His earliest writing on these was at the age of 13. As a boy he spent hours cycling to castles and mansions, and drawing them in meticulous detail, before going on to write about them in his first published book, The Fortalices and Early Mansions of Southern Scotland, 1400-1650, at the age of 22. This was followed by the five volumes of The Fortified House in Scotland. In later life he loved to take visitors out to castles and assisted many castle restoration projects in Scotland such as Fa’side.

He married May Jean Campbell Grieve in Athelstaneford Church in July 1933 and they had two children. He and May worked together on The Queen’s Scotland series, giving a short history of parishes in four Scottish regions until her death in 1979, when the project stopped.

Their son Philip was a climber, who sadly died in a car crash in 1966 on his way home from an expedition in the Dolomites. Tranter wrote No Tigers in the Hindu Kush from Philip’s notes.

Tranter saw himself primarily as a storyteller rather than a historian, and his first novel, Trespass, was published in 1937. Although criticised by some academic historians for writing fiction, he developed a huge new audience, who loved his tales of Scottish historical events and people. He wrote his fiction with increasing knowledge of Scottish history, introducing the subject to millions of people worldwide. From 1947 he decided he could earn a living by writing, and produced several novels for children, as well as adults. The Bruce Trilogy sold over 1 million copies and he had fan clubs in many countries. He also wrote Westerns, using the pen name Nye Tredgold.

Nigel Tranter received many honours and awards during his life, and was also actively involved in several organisations, including the St Andrews Society of East Lothian, Scottish PEN, Athelstaneford Flag Fund and the Saltire Society. He believed Scots should ‘be responsible for our own decisions’, and as chairman of the East Lothian Liberal Association for 15 years, he was part of the Scottish Convention, a cross-party pressure group set up to push for devolution. ‘We Scots are different, not better, but long live the difference’.

He continued to write into his 90s, starting each day with a walk across the wooden bridge at Aberlady Bay which he called ‘The Footbridge to Enchantment’. He was a familiar sight walking on the coast, stopping to jot down neat notes for his books on cards or even shells picked up from the beach. Some of these can be seen in the Tranter Museum, which is currently in Athelstaneford Parish Church. His last novel was Envoy Extraordinary. On his death thousands mourned and many friends and residents in the county remember him with great fondness.

Tranter and his family are buried in Aberlady Churchyard. There is a memorial cairn to him at the carpark near the footbridge which leads over to the nature reserve at Aberlady. The Scottish Castles Association have an annual Nigel Tranter Memorial Award in his memory.

There is a lot more on Nigel Tranter at the following link [http://cunninghamh.tripod.com/2001/index.htm](http://cunninghamh.tripod.com/2001/index.htm)

#scotland #history #scottish #author #writer #historical fiction

[iambabygorl]

Cherried

Eren Yeager x Reader

My literal notes on this idea from a month ago: Eren is your drug dealer and he likes you secretly and sends you money for your nails when you ask and it’s hot asf

Warnings: drug use, very much 18+

Word count: roughly 4K

Masterlist

“You’re seriously going to meet this guy in an alley outside a bar at midnight? Is this some top secret agent Cody Banks shit?”

You rolled your eyes at your friends questions as you pulled your dress over your head, careful to not smudge any makeup.

“Yes. I am going to meet him there. He’s my brothers/sisters dealer. I’m not too worried about it. Besides, you’ll be there with me.”

Your friends eyes widened as she waved her hands frantically in the air.

“Oh no no miss ma’am. This is all you. I’ll be your get away driver but I am not about to die in an ally at midnight for some good kush. Why can’t you just buy it at a licensed seller like most of us do?”

“Because,” you started, sliding your feet into your heals, “(siblings name) said this guy has the best shit known around here. I just want to see for myself.”

“Whatever you say. You look hot by the way. Maybe you’ll get it for free.” She said with a wink, handing you your purse to match your heels.

“Maybe I’ll throw on some charm then. Is this dress cleavagey enough?”

Your friend stood back, looking you up and down before nodding.

“Oh yes. If he doesn’t fuck you and give you free weed, I’m sure someone will.”

**********

The neon lights from the bar reflected off the puddles of water left in the street. The sidewalk traffic had dwindled down as you made your way outside the bar, checking left and right for passerby’s.

Checking your phone you noted the time.

11:58 P.M.

Your chin began to vibrate as the cool wind of the night cut right through you, making you shove your hands in your jacket pockets to pull it tight around you.

You shook your nerves away as you forced your feet towards the alleyway beside the building. It was a small walkway between the bar and the apartment complex next door, but you thanked whoever was listening for it being relatively clean.

A flicking sound made your head snap up, eyes catching the glimpse of a small flame a few yards ahead.

You slowed your pace, eyes never leaving the man that leaned against the brick wall, one leg propped against it as his hands cupped the lighter in his hand as he lit a joint that was nestled between his lips.

He didn’t look up as you stopped beside him. He took a long drawl, puffing out smoke into the air that soon filled your nose with the familiar smell.

“H-hello.” You said once you gathered the courage to speak. He was intimidating. A very large, and handsome I might add, man with his hair in a bun. His leather jacket was slightly worn and the dark circles under his green eyes seemed to deepen as he cut his eyes at you.

“Hello.” His voice was deep. Gravely. Something that any normal person would want to run away from if they heard it.

But it drew you in further, making you take another step forward, closing the gap a bit more.

“I think you have something for me.”

His left eyebrow raised at your statement. He dropped his leg down from the wall, turning to fully face you as he looked you up and down.

“There is no way you’re (siblings name)’s sister.”

It was your turn to pop your eyebrow up in question. You crossed your arms across your chest as you cocked your head to the side.

“And why do you think that?”

You didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips as he eyed you up again. He took another puff if the joint as he bent down close to your face.

You felt your stomach turn at the man’s actions. You choked as you tried to swallow the nerves that were beginning to build back up again. How’s green eyes that bored into you didn’t make it any easier.

The next thing you know, smoke was blown into your face making you cough. You rubbed at the corners of your eyes to alleviate the burning.

“No reason. No reason at all. Here.”

You caught the small bag that he tossed at you with ease. Examining the contents, you furrowed your eye brows at him.

“This is more than a gram.”

“I know.” He said with a shrug. “It’s your first time. I always give a bit more than needed for the first time in everything I do.” His wink made your chest heat up, noting what was probably an innuendo.

You thanked him, shaking off his smirk as you reached for your wallet.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just tell your brother/sister that they owe me.”

And with that, he walked off. You stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you replayed what just happened.

You knew this guys stuff was good, so why would he give it to you for free? Especially when you were doing to pay him full price.

Pulling your phone out, you dialed your siblings number as you walked back to the bar entrance.

“Yo.” They said as they answered your call.

“Hey. Your guy is weird.”

“Who? Eren?”

“Yeah.”

They chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

“What makes you think that?”

“He just gave me more than what we agreed on. And he didn’t want me to pay him.”

Silence fell over the both of you making you wonder if they were still there.

“You ther-“

“He gave it to you for free?”

You nodded as if they could see you. You hummed in reply, stopping your walk as you stood at the front window to the bar, peeking in to wave at your friend.

“Yep.”

A sigh was heard from the other end.

“I guess I’ll be paying that off….or you will.”

“Me?”

Your brother/sister hummed to answer your question.

“Yep. Eren is like that. But I’ll see if I can just pay it off for ya. No worries.”

“Thanks bestie.”

“No problemo kiddo. Talk to ya later.”

You hung up as your friend exited the bar, shaking their coat on as you smiled at them.

“Well, nice time?”

“Mhm. Very.”

*************

Unknown: so, did you like it?

Your eyebrows furrowed at the text that glowed on your phone screen.

You: Huh

Your phone dinged not even a second later with another text from the number.

Unknown: you know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. Don’t play coy.

You: Eren?

Unknown: Who else?

You rolled your eyes, taking a drag from your blunt as you opened your camera. You snapped a picture as you blew out the smoke, hooded eyes making contact with the lens. You attached the picture, sending it with your text.

You: not too bad

Eren: that’s it?

You roll your eyes, wanting to enjoy your smoke in peace. Does he want you to compliment his stuff so bad?

You: fine. It’s great. Best smoke I’ve ever had.

A minute passed before his next text. You jump up to answer, a smile creeping up your face along with your blush.

Eren: good girl. 

You turn your phone off, throwing your head back in your pillow as you put your blunt down in your tray, watching the cherry red end get snuffed out.

Your thoughts turn to the man responsible for your amazing high as your eyes grew heavy.

You bet your money his hair looks even better down. And you bet he looks good shirtless. He’s so tall and handsome….and he let you feel this good for free? What else would he do for you….

************

“Erennnnnn”

It had been about four months since your first meeting with Eren and you had come to him every other week for more of his product.

Eventually, you began to pay, no longer wanting your sibling to be responsible for paying up. Eren didn’t mind waiting though. He got his money, and he got to see you. That’s all that mattered.

Your meetings became longer every time you met. He allowed you to come to his apartment for pick up now, not wanting to “risk making you sick because he’d miss seeing that pretty little face of yours” as he put it.

“You know, I’m so glad you are coming to give me even more of your money, but please stop walking right in, babe. You’re annoying.”

His comment made you roll your eyes, making it easy to brush the pet name off.

He had started calling you “babe” and “baby” recently, and it’s not that you don’t like it, hell, you love it. But, it makes it even harder for your little fantasies to stay in check.

I mean, he is a very, very gorgeous man after all.

“Mhm, you love taking my money. You love seeing me even more. Admit it.”

He crossed his arms, standing tall in front of you as he cut his eyes down at your shorter stature.

“I despise you. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not worth the struggle.”

You scoff as you brush past him, plopping down on the couch as you laid down.

“I’ve become your best and favorite customer. You’ll have to deal with it.”

He smirked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch beside you, leaning down as he threw an arm over the back.

His nose almost brushed yours. You didn’t miss how his eyes flicked to your lips.

“Fuck you.”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to giggle in giddiness as you raised your leg, propping it up so it grazed his side.

“Want to?”

Eren pulled back slightly, sighing as he swallowed thickly.

He pulled himself up to stand, walking to the kitchen and disappearing behind the cabinets.

He returned moments later, a small pink bag in hand, and tossed it to you.

“There you are. Your punch card is full so you get this one free. Don’t tell (siblings name).”

“Why? What punch card?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You know, that thing stores give out. You buy so much and fill out the punch card so you get a discount? And also, I’m about to cash in a favor from (siblings name).”

You hummed in reply, sitting up and stuffing the bag into your purse.

You stood, ready to head to work. As you thanked Eren, you made your way to the door.

Once you reached for the doorknob, a hand reached out to stop you, slowly closing the door back.

“Also,” Eren’s deep voice said as he gazed down at you, “you were right.”

Your eyes flickered to the way he kicked his lips.

“About?”

He smirked, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

“You are my favorite little customer. My cutest one, too.”

You couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as you eyed him.

“Tell me, do you give all of your customers their own little “punch card”?”

Eren shook his head, eyebrows lifted as he smiled.

“Nope. Only the good girls.” He leaned forward a bit, stooping down to meet you eye to eye. “And so far, you’re my best girl.”

This tone had shifted into a whisper. His hooded eyes beamed into yours making your knees feel weak.

Why does Eren fucking Yeager have to be so damn attractive?

You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture.

“As I should be. Like it or not, I have you wrapped around my finger, Yeager.”

The man scoffed, head tilting back as he shook it in disagreement.

“You wished, sweetheart.”

You hummed in reply, knowing that if you just asked, he’d give you what you wanted. Anything you wanted.

“We’ll see. See you later, Yeager. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Mm, what a hard job that’ll be.”

**************

“I personally like the gel better than acrylics. They have more shine to the- are you even listening to me?”

You were indeed not listening to your friend.

You were currently staring at your bare bank account on your phone, wondering how you allowed it to get so low.

You heard your friend take a sharp intake of breath next to you, pulling you out of your quiet panic.

“Oh, girl. What happened?”

You shook your head quickly, eyes darting around to the listed prices on the nail salon wall.

“I-I don’t know. I did have an extra car payment this month, but I thought I surely had enough to cover it and nails.”

Your friends eyes knitted together in concern as she threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover you this time. It’ll be payback for the coffee you bought us last week—”

“No, I could never let you do that….but I think I have an idea…”

Her eyebrow raised in question as she watched you pull up your texts, silently opening the conversation between you and your dealer.

“Eren? Your you-know-what guy?”

You nodded, nerves beginning to eat away at your idea.

“You really think he will fork up the money for nails?”

“Well, we’ve kind of become friends, so maybe? I’ve gave him a lot of my money, so he should feel a little responsible for how low my bank account is.”

Your friend chuckled, waving you on as your fingers typed out the message.

You: Hey baby

A few seconds passed before your phone vibrated.

Eren: what do you want. What’s with the name?

You: what? I’m not allowed to call you cute things back?

Eren: not saying that at all. Glad to know I’m rubbing off on you;)

You rolled your eyes at the smirk. He seems to be in a good mood, so you prepare yourself to ask.

You: of course! Btw I have a question to ask you:)

Eren: what’s up

You cracked your knuckles, ready to risk it all.

You: could you pay for my nails pretty please

After pressing send, your eyes widened. The room began to feel hot as you felt sick to your stomach. You were prepared to get blocked, and your message had been sitting on read for too long before it dinged again.

“Oh, Jesus H. Christ.”

Your friend turned to you from her phone, leaning forward to see your nervous expression.

“What?”

“He asked how much.”

Your friends eyes widened this time. A smile took over her face as she grabbed your phone, reading through the messages.

“Y/N!! You could get whatever you wanted. Now would be the time since he’s paying!”

You shook your head, dancing your fingers over the text bar as you thought of a reply.

“No…I can’t do that to him. I’ll just get the regular.”

You: it should take maybe $50? Plus tip. That’s for what I usually get.

Eren: all right. Send me your PayPal.

You sent him your PayPal and turned to your friend.

“He’s sending me $50! I can get my nails done!”

You both cheered quietly as you were called to a chair.

As the minutes passed, you both made your way to the front to pay. You pulled out your phone to check your PayPal to see if the transaction went through.

However, you weren’t expecting to find what you saw.

Eren hadn’t sent you the $50.

No.

He sent you $250 with a note attached.

“Treat yourself with the rest, sweetheart?!”

You jumped at your friends voice that came from behind you as she read out the message Eren sent with the money.

“Geez! You scared the shit out of me!”

“If you do not fuck this man, I will gladly do it for you. What the hell?? He is wrapped around your finger!”

You felt something bubble inside of you. You had just told him you had him wrapped around your finger. He denied it, yet he just sent you $250.

Your friend grabbed your phone, accepting the payment for you and handed you your phone back.

“Well, what should we do now? You have some more money to spend.”

“No! I’m sending the rest back after I tip. I’m not taking all of that. He sent way too much.”

“You literally spend hundreds on his stuff sometimes. What’s wrong with taking a little back?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you paid, turning to your friend in slight annoyance.

“He’s a good guy. He’s trying to make a living too. I can’t take that money from him.”

“Fineeeee. I understand. Anything else you see that you want today though, I’m buying it. No take backs.”

You smiled as you linked arms, walking out the salon door.

Once you reached your friends car, you pulled your phone out again, sending the rest of the money you didn’t use back to Eren.

Not even a minute passes by when you felt your phone vibrate with a notification.

You hit the notification, opening PayPal again as you read the message.

Payment Declined

You found the smile that pulled at the corner of your lips.

That damn Eren Yeager.

**************

Eren: I’m having a party. Come.

The text was short and to the point. No further explanation given. But, you didn’t need one. You were going.

So there you were, walking up the stairs to his apartment because the elevator was broken, in your docs praying that you make it to Eren’s floor before you break a sweat and pass out.

You rounded the corner of your last flight, coming to a stop as you saw the form standing against the railing.

“Well, hello there.”

You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking a “hello” in reply.

The man was large. Very large. Blonde hair and honey hazel eyes with scruff that accented his smirk.

“I’m Reiner. Nice to meet ya. I take it you’re here for Eren’s party?”

You nodded as you stepped up the flight of stairs, now coming face to chest with the man.

“Y/N. And yes I am.”

“Well, Y/N, how about I show you the way?”

You didn’t say you knew the way. You just followed along, not bothering to shake off his arm that wrapped around your waist.

He was cute, so why the hell not?

As you arrived to apartment 845, you could hear the sound of Lo Fi music streaming through chatter and laughing.

Turning the doorknob, you showed yourselves in, Reiner escorting you through the cloud of smoke that hung in the air.

“Hey, guys! I found us another friend.” Reiners booming voice made heads turn your direction, making everyone cheer as they welcomed you in.

“And who might you be?”

“Jean, don’t make a move on the new girl. Let her get comfortable before you try to sleep with her.”

The one you assumed was Jean protested. “Sasha, what the hell? I just wanted to ask her her name!”

“Mhm. Well, what is your name, hon?”

You smiled, reaching out to meet Sasha’s fist bump with your own.

“Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”

Everyone’s head turned along with yours. The voice came from Eren who sat in a hammock hung in the corner of the room. A joint hung between his lips as he took a puff, blowing smoke that clouded his hooded eyes that held anger as he eyed you.

“Ooooo Eren, is she your girlfriend?” A boy with short grey hair asked, wiggling his eyes at the two of you.

Eren snorted, taking the joint between two fingers as he pulled it out of his mouth so he could stand. He walked over to you, eyes glaring at Reiner as he took the joint, holding it to your lips. A hand came up to wrap around the back of your head, holding you in place as you took a drag.

“Nah,” he said, licking his lips as he pulled you away from Reiner’s arm around your waist, “she’s my best customer.”

The joint lit up cherry red as you took a drag, eyes never leaving Eren’s as the group of people cheered you on and chorused “ooo’s” and “ah’s”.

Eren smirked as he bent his neck down to look at you, watching the smoke seep through your lips. You blew the smoke out, feeling your chest flutter as he sucked the smoke in his mouth.

Reiner chuckled as he backed up. He made his way to the rug where the others sat in a group.

You pulled your gaze away from Eren, swallowing the lump in your throat. You felt your cheeks burning, head already feeling light from the deep drag.

“Okay, you two, either get a room or come join the party.”

You giggle as you go to sit by the girl named Sasha. Eren sat across from you beside the blonde boy. Introductions were quickly made as you greeted everyone.

An hour passes as everyone makes small talk and smokes, all wanting to get to know more about you.

“Okay! Enough talk. We should play a game.” Sasha said from beside you.

“A game?” Mikasa and Jean ask at the same time.

“Yeah! Like would you rather or truth or dare. I could be fun.”

You heard a few groans as the others protested.

“Well- I think it could be fun.”

All heads turned to you as you spoke, a few smiling.

“Well there you have it. If new girl wants to do it, we do it. Let’s play truth or dare.” Armin said. “Annie, start us off.”

“Fine. Reiner, truth or dare.”

The buff man straightened his posture, taking a big sigh as he answered “truth”.

“Did you plan on going home with Y/N when you first came in with her?”

“I-I,” the man stuttered as he side eyed you.

“C’mon. You have to answer truthfully. I’ll go get the tequila if you don’t.”

Reiner swallowed thickly at Annie’s threat. Everyone giggled, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Yes.”

Connie and Sasha threw themselves back cackling as they tipped over bowls of snack foods.

“I knew it! You had your arm around her and everything! Sorry about that hunk, Y/N. He’s goofy as hell.”

You chuckled at Connie’s comment, shuddering when you felt a cold stare from across the room. Turning your gaze, you met eyes with green ones. Eren was mad. It was written all over him. But, what about? He didn’t have a claim over you. You were his favorite customer, who cares about some little game of confessions?

Reiner cleared his throat, wiping the sweat off his face to clear his nerves so he could get the attention off of his embarrassment.

“Jean, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to give Mikasa a lap dance.”

“If you want to keep your fingers, you’ll chose a different dare.”

Everyone chuckled at Mikasa’s threat, but someone didn’t.

Your gaze shifted back to Eren. His eyes never left you. He was staring right at you as he took another drag from his joint. The cherry red. Light flickered as it threatened to go out.

You tried and failed to focus on the game, your attention fully on Eren now. The soft smile that tugged at his lips mirrored your own as the chatter faded.

“Eren, truth or dare.”

You both turned your heads to Connie who sat rocking with anticipation.

“Dare. I’m not a pussy.”

“Connie’s dares are always the craziest.” You nodded as Sasha whispered this to you. You felt a spark of excitement in you as well.

“I dare you….” Connie looked around the room, eyes wandering as they slowly met yours, a smirk forming on his lips as he did.

“I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N.”

“Fine.”

Eren didn’t even give you a moment to protest. You’re not even sure you fully registered the situation before he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you up, half dragging you to the closet down the hall. Before you know it, you’re falling into winter jackets, blankets and a broom inside the closet as Eren closes the door behind you both. The sound of a click was heard from outside as someone locked the door, walking away to give you both privacy.

“Well….this is nice.”

Eren sighed as he leaned against the wall across from you. His eyes bore into you once again, eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“Nice outfit. Your mom dress you?”

“No. Yours did.”

He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

You furrowed your brows at him this time, folding your arms across your chest as you sized him up.

“If I’m so insufferable, why’d you invite me to YOUR party and agree to do this stupid dare with me?”

He but the inside of his cheek, raising a hand to card his fingers through his hair as he took a step closer to you.

“Because as insufferable and annoying as you are, I enjoy having you around. And I guess you’re alright.”

You’re not sure if it’s the fog in your brain or the closeness between you both, but you started to drift closer to him. The both of you taking small steps forward to close the gap between you two.

“I’m alright?”

“Yeah. And I’m this light, you’re kinda cute.”

“…..it’s almost pitch black darkness in here….”

“I said what I said.”

You groaned as you twisted away from him.

“You know, you can almost be so sweet sometimes. Then you’re just a big jerk—”

Your sentence was cut off as his lips met yours, a heated kiss burning on your lips.

Eren hummed as he slowly slid a hand up your arm, brushing your hair behind your ear as it cupped the back of your head. The other arm wrapped around your waist, gripping to your top tightly as he pulled you flush against his chest.

You moaned quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, green eyes meeting yours for a moment before he planted another chaste kiss to your lips, then proceeding to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.

“Shhhh. Not that I care, but we do have some guests outside.” Eren said as he bit your collarbone, placing a light kiss on the exposed skin.

“Fuck it. Let them hear.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he knelt down on the floor before you.

“Gladly.”

Before the word was even out of his mouth, he was lifting up your skirt, putting his head underneath as his fingers pinched at the plush skin of your thighs.

You yelped, throwing a hand over your mouth as you felt his warm tongue lick a stripe up your underwear, his nimble fingers pulling at them to push the fabric aside. He sucked the material right wear your clit was, making you lift your hips to meet his face. A dark chuckle rattled in his throat, sending vibrations through you.

Once he pushed the fabric out of the way, you gasped as he licked a long stripe once again on your bare cunt.

“Oh fuck, Eren!” You whispered as he groaned, toying his tongue across your clit.

His mouth was relentless as it licked and sucked every part between your legs. You welcomed the bruising grip he had on your thighs and hips as you neared your release.

His mouth popped as he pulled it off of you for a moment, bringing two of his fingers into his mouth to wet them. He prodded at your entrance, admiring the slick shine and puckering hole as you welcomed his fingers.

He smiled at the noises he pulled from you, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that only he could pull from you.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your sensitive clit. You jumped slightly at the contact, bringing a hand down to grip his hair, slightly tugging it as you grinder your hips to meet his face and pace.

“So close. I’m so close, ‘Ren.”

He kept his pace as he licked your slit, devouring as much of your juices as he could.

As you came, a hand came up to your mouth as you bit into your palm to silence your moans. Your thighs tightened around his head and hand as they shook, spasming through the shocks of pleasure coursing through your nerves.

“Atta girl. Good fucking girl.” Eren’s praise had you throwing your head back, no longer worried about concealing your moans as they escaped your lips.

Eren pulled his head up, taking in your worn out form as he chuckled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.

“That was….wow.” You managed to say through pants as you tried to catch your breath.

“mm. I know. You taste good.”

You smacked his arm, sitting up as he pulled at your hand.

Just as you went to speak again, the door to the closet was thrown open. Eren moved in front of you, shielding you from prying eyes from the group stood outside the door.

“Well, your seven minutes have been up for a while. You guys done? Or should I reset the timer?” Jean asked in annoyance.

Eren rolled his eyes, pulling you to your feet as he pushed the others back towards the apartment entrance.

“Actually, how about you all go home. I’m going to need a bit more than seven minutes for this and I’m sure you guys don’t want to stick around for it.”

The group groaned as they picked their things up on their way out the door, some poking fun at the two of you and others shouting at you to “get some” already.

Once the door was locked, Eren was pulling you once again, down the hall further than you’ve ever been in his apartment. You came to his bedroom, illuminated by a lamp with blue lights.

You didn’t have much time to look around before he had you sprawled out on cotton sheets.

His face hovered above yours, noses brushing each other’s.

“You’re okay with this?”

“Please shut up and keep going, ‘Ren.”

Before you knew it, clothes were being thrown across the room and in the floor. Eren was licking and biting every surface of skin revealed as stripped you.

Once he stripped his underwear, his cock sprang free, leaking tip almost a cherry red as it bounced in anticipation.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

The head of his cock pushed at your entrance, stretching your hole as he moaned at the warmth.

Once he had slid all the way in, you felt your walls flutter, pulling a deep groan from Eren’s throat. He rested his head on your chest, delivering kisses and small bites to your breasts as he pinched at your hips again.

His hand ghosted over your thigh, bending your leg as he wrapped his arm around your thigh and calf to press it up for better access.

You bucked your hips, begging for him to start moving. He sat out with a slow pace, slowly dragging the length of his thick cock out and in, drawing moans from you as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner.”

You chuckled as his hips became frantic, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“I’m insufferable, remember?” It was his turn to chuckle as he planted a kiss on your lips, hips bucking into yours as he moaned into your mouth.

Both of your highs had worn off, cloudy minds now clear as you reveled in the pleasure that coursed through your bodies.

Ain’t no way y’all are forgetting this moment.

Your highs approached quickly. Your body began to burn with need as you wrapped your legs around Eren’s hips, clinging on to his body as he kept his pace. He buried his face into your neck, planting sloppy kisses and silencing his delicious sounds.

Your walls tightened around him as you came, freezing his thrusts. He groaned at the increase in pressure on his dick, his own body shuttering as he pulled out, painting the outside of your pussy and the inside of your thighs with his load.

He crashed on top of you, head buried in your chest as you both melted into each other. Heavy breathing filled the room, replacing the sound of skin to skin slapping.

Once you had both calmed down, your hand came up to brush at his hair. You pulled it out of his face and drug your nails through it, pulling a soft mewl from him as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.

“That feels good. Like a drug. You’re like my own personal drug.”

You smiled at his sleepy words, heart fluttering at his gentle tone and how soft he looked. You had never seen him look so innocent.

“Let’s keep this cherried then. I kind of like this.”

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May I request another prompt, this time Ramayana??

Where after Sita's bhumi pravesh, Luv -Kush live at Ayodhya's palace. They are merely 8, feel scared at this new place and battle resentments against their father for abandoning their mother. Who love their mother but are angry at her for forsaking them. Grappling with loss of their familiar forest and pleasures of simple lives, find the city walls strangling them.

Hi there, and sorry, this is a little late. This is also a little depressing, and I do not apologise for it.

Prev ask: Karna and Arjuna character swap is here

 

1.

 This day Luv is eight years old, and the world is gray.

“You may play here if you wish to, you will be safe,” the King, their father, says, gesturing at the gardens. The trees are trimmed and gray, the walls are high and soot.

Their father leads them to the throne room; he doesn’t know it is their birthday.

“This is where we talk about... er, important affairs,” Rama explains, stilted and awkward.

High on the dias, a sculpture sits hard and cold upon the Queen's seat. It looks to him an ashen thing, but Luv has learnt it is a golden memorial to Sita's enduring place at Rama's side.

There is gold of the coin, and the gold of the wheat, and then there is the gold of Sita's smile. He thinks of his mother at the aashram, bent over the flour mill with calloused hands and crinkled eyes, and pities the statue that seeks to compare.

“Your eyes deceive you, Your Majesty,” he tells Rama. “That is not my mother.”

The King looks stricken, and Luv turns away. Perhaps this is what the King needs, a statue that is silent and chaste and dear.

“I know,” Rama whispers, kneeling by his side. There are tears in his royal eyes, and Luv has never loathed anyone more.

 

2.

Angada's mother is tall and beautiful, and the quietest of all his aunts. She sits on the steps to her husband’s room, and beckons them closer.

“Greetings,” Kush bows, and Luv follows.

“Sit by me, my dears,” she says. Her hair is coiffed up in a high bun, and Luv imagines the pins in them gleaming with gems.

Urmila notices him watching, and plucks one from her head. It is gray in her palm as she holds it out to him, like all other things, and he takes it in silence.

“May I help you?” Kush asks, ever polite and well-mannered, and she laughs.

“I am not doing anything,” she says. “Do you want-”

The door opens, and Lakshmana appears at the end of the hallway. He rubs a hand over his haggard face, spots them, and staggers.

Kush jumps up, bows. “Greetings, uncle.”

Luv remains seated, staring at the soft gray carpet and the forbidding gray walls, and thinks of Lakshmana swooning at his arrow's end.

“Forgive me,” he says abruptly, “I have to go.”

He holds out the pin, a flower atop a long straight needle, and bows. Kush touches his arm in concern.

“Keep it,” aunt Urmila says. “It was your mother’s.”

Luv looks down at the little trinket in his palm, turns it over. Kush peers over his shoulder with hungering eyes.

“It is red,” his aunt says, as if she knows about the gray, “and there is a ruby at its heart.”

Luv clutches it to his breast, watches the colour spill across it like the red sun bleeding on a newborn dawn. The world is gray and he is a colourless blot, and Sita sits at the centre of it, burning in the fire's test, bright red and lost.

 

3.

 In his dreams, Luv is a weevil in the flour. Someone is shifting through it, running vivid gold fingers through the dusted grains. He bites at the right and bites at the left, lets the starchy sweetness flood his tongue.

Then there are great gold walls closing upon him, and it is his mother who hauls him out, who throws him to the grass to starve and die.

“Maa!” he calls, clinging to her hands, but he is weak, and he is lost, and he falls, and then he wakes up.

The walls are gray, but no less imposing, and he clutches at Kush's arm. His brother is draped in a blanket as black as a washerman's heart, and Luv crumples the fabric in his fist.

Kush sits up beside him, an ashen smear against an ashen world. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Luv twists the dark cloth between his fingers, contemplates on how to answer. Their uncles claim Kush takes after Sita; Luv knows he needs a little brother to lean on, just like Rama.

“You had a bad dream too, didn’t you?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” Kush hums, and Luv takes his hand.

“You first, then me,” he says.

Kush taps his lips and stares at the dark ceiling. “In my dream...” he recounts thoughtfully, “I was a weevil in the flour.”

Luv tugs on the blanket, wraps himself in their shared sorrow. The world is gray, his mother’s love is a flame, and his brother’s blanket is night.

 

4.

At the furthermost wing of Ayodha’s palace sits a sunroom of dramatic proportions. The windows here are wide and open, facing the east, so mornings are warm and evenings cool, and Luv could stay here forever.

Uncle Bharata, who leads him with a hand on his back, settles on one of the footstools before a large canvas. Luv watches as aunt Shrutakeerti follows, and their spouses settle on the big couch to the side, pretending to be annoyed at having their portraits done.

“I feel like I should have Luv with me,” aunt Mandvi says, swinging her legs. “And Shatru can have Kush. The heights match that way.”

Luv does not want a portrait done, not when he would never know the colours again. Uncle Bharata beckons him to get another stool and says, “Next time perhaps, darling. Let him observe first.”

Luv plops on the stool with a thump, and studies his uncles and aunts. Shrutakeerti is sketching rough outlines, unlike Bharata, who meticulously draws one eye, then the other.

“Do you want to try?” she murmurs quietly. “You can say ‘no’.”

Luv twists his fingers, feeling warm and shy. He can say no, even though he has no mother and knows none of his family.

“I can try,” he mutters.

Shrutakeerti gives him a conspiratorial smile. “Let’s use brown for the walls,” she says conversationally, as if she knows the grays.

Luv takes the brush and swipes at the corner. It is the colour of earth and mud, of dates and cows and a potter’s clay. The world is gray, but his mother’s love is red and his sorrow is black, and his family is reliable and brown.

 

5.

Rama wears a yellow dhoti – Luv knows this because the washermen mutter about it all the time. He keeps a close eye on them – they hate how easily the cloth stains, and they hate his mother.

Kush’s condemnation of this practice falls on unheeding ears. His brother is too sweet and too trusting, and Luv must protect what their mother could not.

Brinda, who is some washerman’s wife, brings them lunch at the river everyday. She bows when she sees him, all flustered with shame, and walks faster.

That day he returns from the river with quick steps, excited to see the browns on the barks and the black of Kush’s hair. He has found a pebble on the banks, a pale, smooth rock, and uncle Bharata, he knows, will tell him the colour.

Outside, the gardener burns a heap of fallen leaves, dried by the passing of the rains, and dead with the sorrow of oncoming winter. Some of them are red like his mother’s flower, stark amid the grays. They crumple in the flames and burn, and for a moment he sees Sita engulfed in heat, smiling.

“Maa!” he screams, throws himself at the soaring column of fire.

“Put that out! Now!” someone says, hard and commanding. A hand snatches his shoulder, draws him close and away. He can see no higher than their waist, but their dhoti is the yellow of sunshine and an oriole’s breast, a hundredfold more vibrant than the paltry fires.

Luv lifts his head and finds himself swung up in the air, to where his father’s cheek presses against his. Rama’s face is the brown and black of alluvial earth, and he smells of lotuses and rain.

 “It will be okay, little one,” he murmurs, voice quivering. “I am here.”

The world is gray, but it recedes bit by bit, like hope rising from sleep; it is red with his mother’s love and black with his grief, brown with his family’s presence, and bright with his father’s refuge.

 

+1

His cousins play in the royal gardens all day, unbothered by walls that choke him, unafraid of a parent dying. Luv sits in the shade with his bright red flower and dark black blanket, stroking a brown bark. The world is gray, and Luv’s dhoti is hay, and does not care.

Uncle Lakshmana comes to sit beside him with a huff, ruffles his hair distractedly.

“Will you not join them?” he asks, blunt as ever, and Luv sighs.

“Everything is gray,” he says, as if that makes any sense, but uncle Lakshmana shakes his head as if he understands.

“That is not,” his uncle says, pointing at a lonely little sapling poking out of the earth.

The ash leaches from it like rain clouds fleeing from sequestered plains, and it is the green that defies the winter’s chill.

“It is a weed,” he says weakly. "I have seen the forest."

Uncle Lakshmana scoffs. “Weeds, weeds, weeds,” he grumbles. “All arrogant words made by men who think to tame who grows where. There are no weeds, dear one, and no season either. You grow where and when you will, like all things in this world.”

It is too great a thing to hope for, but the gray is fading like dust blown off an old painting, and it is true. There is green on the leaf and green on the grass, green on the bower and green on the bough. The barks are brown and the flowers are red, and the sun of the Raghu clan shines bright yellow.

“Will you wait till the gray goes away?” he asks Lakshmana.

His sorrow is black, and Sita is gold; when he looks up, his uncle kisses his forehead with a smile. “Always,” he says. “Always.”

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