#snorting benzo

[hisjunkiegf]

i’m too young to be thinking about death.

#💭 #bipolor #soberlife #living with bipolar #bipolar problems #benzo addiction #benzo addict #junkie #snorting benzo #girls who do drugs #girls who like drugs #drugs addict #drug addiction

[benzodolli3]

#tw drugs #coke lines #dr0gs #cokegirls #c0ke #drugblr #drugcore #c0caine #girls who snort #girls who do lines #benzo baby #benzodiazeplease #benzothoughts #drvgs #tw drvgs #dru #drug addikt #drug abuse #xanned out

[anaaxiety]

I like to play this game called how much alcohol and benzos can I take until I ✨blackout✨

#please don't try this at home #it's dangerous #it can cause respiratory depression #drugblr #drugs #addiction #drug blog #addict #junkie #girls who do hard drugs #girls who do lines #girls who snort #drug addict #benzodiazeplease #benzos #pillhead #snorting pills #popping pills #xanax bars #oxazepam #vodka #girls who drink #alcohol #active addiction #substance abuse #junkie girls #junkies #drunk #liquor #smirnoff

[the-rayman-show]

hey rayman jus wanna know were you the guy in the 20,000 credit trenchcoat buying the space dust in the eastside? me personally, i wouldn't be wearing something so nice when im buying some space dust, but that jus me

Huh???? That doesn't sound like me at all- where'd you get that from???

#you're live! | asks #raym thinks | not eden #?????? #| #fakeman clh #fake rayman #captain laserhawk #OH fun fact the thing ramon snorts is actually benzos! #theres a whole post about it its neat #ill link it in the replies #rayman kids don't read #<- forgot to put that in the ic section whooopssss

[localtrapwh0re]

everyday she live n die for benzos,

new drug dealer, whats his info?

her + heartbreak = xans,

need a new equation she gon die tryna do the math

#girls who like drugs #snorting drugs #xanax pills #benzos #juice wlrd #girls who do pills

[misanthrop99]

Visited hengelo (nl) with train 2nd time now together with a Friend today. Came with speed benzos sugar ~ h first stop bi + methadicct 40mg one for each and 2 tenner Age. Weed Hash Speed/amphe and Pills yeah Ich 👻🤍🗯

Not sick at moment ! 🔥💯❗

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And of Course speed last night in Train in nl and so on.... soon one last shorty line

Now nice 5g of a Good hash not the 3€ cheapest one, 7/g , but of course not the cfazy 40€/ 1/2g bubble hash or wax (70-1xx€ - dabbing)

Took 60mg (i think so) of metha middle of day yesterday 160mg, and normal 40-100 is enough with halflife addicated blood concentration 80mg enough for day Zero heroin but with no too big Cash Problems best 4 days meds only 24h+ no metha H, and 20mg after that and 40mg befpre sleep.

Having 1g good Brown sugar ('Stein' /stone called in germany on street 99% powder stone mixed with mannitol Paracetamol Coffein katma so it looks different comparing plugs of a small town City 140k LOL

🔻Urban Legends...😑 :

~ Stone is not better than powder

~ Darker stuff is #

~ When smorting it must burn. (...)

Bin in Bielefeld Hbf warte auf Zug nach fzcking home sweet paderboring.... Gestern Abend spontan zu kollege weil kp wo sonst nacht verbringen kalt Regen usw war so lieb lies mich rein Couch mein Reich heute nacht auxh... Fuck The hamsters Born Raised / Pushed in normal Rules / working when your body works your brain your Psych hlpefully for money status family pls die young and no long sick Phase (not for you for the Healt care system...)

[ ~Misanthrop99~ ]

#high #fly high #lets get high and fuck #smoke weed everyday #weedlife #benzodiazepine #happy pills #cnc drugging #benzo addiction #hashtag #snorting opioids #heroine #opiate addiction #tw drugs #madness #fly #mad #addict #polytoxisch

[black---dahlia]

amphetamines, benzos (Norflurazepam) & not in the pic; Pregabalin, tianeptine, grapefruit juice (for the Norflurazepam), Valproat (at least something lol)

say yes to life or something 🤭

(yeah I love both Trainspotting films 🙈)

While. Listening to:

🥰

#snorting lines #lines #sniffing lines #opioid #benzo #amphetamin #actually traumatized #being borderline #norflurazepam #tianeptine #popping pills #happy pills #pills #pill poppers #Spotify

[cheesebearger]

me when i think im jordan peterson for cishet women

#jk rowling #literally tweets like she is currently snorting a rail of benzos off a ladies room toilet

[flatstarcarcosa]

does my torment simply never cease lately or what

#txt.txt #the concept of snorting benzos is so funny to me though like my guy just swallow the thing whole and give it 20 minutes jesus #as it is you're wasting most of it! #drugs tw

[soapskneebrace]

@ceilidho tagged me in a wip challenge, i think it's a 1k word thing? (checks notes) Oh it's WIP Wednesday!

no pressure tags: @smoggyfogbottom @lunarvicar @391780

Meanwhile, have 1k of a gangbang I may or may not finish. Set in the neighborsverse but completely noncanon. Or is it??? (It isn't.)

“That comfortable, love?” John asks as he adjusts the blindfold. “Not too tight?”

“Feels fine,” you say, blinking against the fabric. 

The silhouettes of the other men are dim through the weave, but you can pick each one out by where they are sitting from before John tied your eyes. Ghost is leaning against the front door, arms crossed loosely over his chest. Soap is sprawled across John’s couch, and you know he’s still wearing that rakish grin. And Gaz has his elbows on the back of John’s armchair, drumming his fingers against the cushion.

All of them have their eyes on you. You don’t need to see it to know. You can feel it. Their gazes on you, as you sit kneeled on the rug, are every bit as tangible as the warm air that billows from the radiator across your bare skin. You are in a filmy, sleeveless dress, and nothing else.

“Rules of the game,” says John, fingers lightly tracing the sides of your neck, “you have to figure out which of my men is which. If you do, we get to move on. If you don’t, you have to try again.”

You nod. “Yes, John.”

Someone takes in a breath. “Shite.” You’re pretty sure it’s Soap. You don’t hide your smile.

“Meanwhile, you lot have your orders,” John addresses the other men. “And you know I’ll step in if I have to. She’s also got her killswitch if she needs it. Don’t you, love?”

“Benzo,” you relay obediently. 

Someone snorts. “The ex? Really?” Gaz says aloud.

“It’s a pill,” you reply sweetly. “There’s no relation.”

“Sure, hen,” Soap chuckles, “and I sailed a banana boat down the Clyde.”

“English, Johnny.”

“Awa’ an bile yer heid!”

You feel John press his lips to your hair, feel him cup your jaw on both sides with long fingers. “I’ll be here the whole time,” he murmurs.

Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, begins to seep into your skin. Your pulse is a steady, strong beat behind the drum of your breastbone. “Yes, John.”

You know he’s given the men a signal to begin, because Soap rises from the couch to approach you.

John’s hands leave your neck and travel, flat and fingers spread, down your back as a new pair cradles your face. Fingertips trace the outlines of your browbone, press into the hinge of your jaw as warm lips brush teasingly against yours, breath fanning across your mouth.

You part your lips to let out a shaky sigh, and that’s when he kisses you, firm and playful. The hands slide from your face to the sides of your neck, encircling as the thumbs press into the soft underside of your chin, while the tip of his tongue grazes the edge of your teeth. It’s a kiss that knows it’s getting seconds, and wants to make sure you look forward to it.

Soap pulls away, dragging his hands up your neck and along your jaw before his touch retreats.

“Gaz,” you pretend to guess.

“Wrong,” John murmurs. He presses his mouth against your bare shoulder, and you can feel him smile. “Next.”

Next is Gaz, who kisses you without preamble, hands resting on your hips and squeezing. He’s smiling, too, and rather than one kiss he gives you several, tiny pecks from one corner of your mouth to the other that are unexpectedly ticklish.

You can’t help your giggle, and you know if you get them all wrong the jig will be up. “Alright, that’s Gaz.”

“All day,” says the sergeant, a laugh in his tone. He kisses you again for getting it right, his hands ascending to squeeze you around the waist, and then he retreats.

Ghost comes to you then, and he does not touch you. Even on his knees, he towers over you, and you feel his hands brace on either side of your thighs as he leans down to your level. You can’t feel his breath on your face, but you can feel his eyes as he looks at you.

He leans in a moment later, and presses his mouth very softly to your chin.

“Oh,” you breathe, tender and trembling at the gentleness.

“S’alright,” John says over your shoulder, low and rumbling, and you know he’s not talking to you. His hands are warm and soothing on your low back. “She likes it just like that. Go on.”

Then Ghost’s lips press to yours, feather-light, coaxing, moving along the contours of your mouth. You can’t help leaning into it, magnetized, and when you do Ghost seems to get more comfortable—he kisses you harder, one big hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue easing between your teeth to stroke your own. A moan leaves you, completely unbidden, low and needy.

“Christ,” Soap says. You hear the sound of a hand against fabric, and your whole body throbs when you realize he’s rubbing himself over his trousers.

“How’s this supposed to be a game if you give it away, sergeant?” Price grouses.

You laugh against Ghost’s mouth, and he rewards you for it with the slide of his hand into your hair, gripping firm at the root as he tilts your head and licks deeper into your mouth. Your hands come up to steady yourself on the broad plane of his chest, his pectorals flexing beneath your palms. You can barely breathe as he practically drinks from you, his lips wet and noisy against yours.

“Jesus, LT, you’re just going for it,” Gaz says, clearly impressed.

Ghost finally pulls away, and you pant for oxygen as he breathes evenly, seemingly unaffected. “Someone’s got to show you muppets how to do it.”

Price’s hand strokes over the hair that Ghost had mussed. “Watch yourself.”

“Sad you can’t join in, Cap?” Soap laughs. “Wouldn’t be fair, would it? You could pick him out right away, aye, hen?”

#all x reader #cod x reader #og post #tag meme #neighbors

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Hi! This is your drug TW!

Okay, so, I've deduced what Rayman is snorting in this scene:

It's benzos. he's snorting straight xanax.

How do I know it's benzodiazepines? Here we go:

The blue color

Originally, I choked the blue color up to being a stylistic choice. I didn't think the blue color mattered, and that he was in fact snorting cocaine. However, the blue color does matter—cocaine is white, and benzodiazepines (in the hard pill form you can crush up and snort) are colored, usually blue.

The red eyes

For a while, I was like "Is this a Breaking Bad reference? Is he snorting biker meth?", but I did more research, methamphetamine doesn't make your eyes red. So we look at the (common) drugs that abuse causes red eyes: Marijuana, Cocaine, Crack, Benzodiazepines, Depressants, and Inhalants. And when we look at which one of those is famously blue, we get benzos!

The symptoms

Some symptoms of benzodiapines are: shaking (like the twitching seen after he snorts it, which can also be choked up to the act of snorting itself), confusion and thinking problems (he's having trouble calming down, has racing thoughts, etc.), aggression (most commonly when used with alcohol), and nystagmus (repetitive, uncontrolled movement of the eyes)

(Check the beginning of Episode 5 at these points for twitching and nystagmus)

Why he's taking them.

Cocaine gets you excited, but benzodiapines are calming. Rayman is stressed and scared, taking cocaine would only make that worse for him. He's taking something meant to calm him and relieve stress.

What about the alcohol?

Rayman has mixed benzodiapines with alcohol, very clearly. This comes with it's own host of issues: impaired judgement, unusual behavior, and increased risk of violence. All of these can potentially be seen during episodes 3 and 5, and 6.

Other evidence:

Benzodiapine abuse can leave to nausea and appetite loss. When Rayman throws up later in the episode, we can see that he's not eaten anything that day, and the only thing in his stomach was the juice Bullfrog gave him:

He likely didn't have an appetite, either because of stress or because of the drugs he was taking.

#cl rayman #cl ramon #drugs tw #xanax tw #benzodiazepine #emeto #emeto tw #show analysis #analysis #sav rambles #captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk a blood dragon remix #clabr

[kikiiswashere]

Terms of Agreement - Chapter 2

When my bestie, @sand-sea-and-fable, asks for Zaundad smut, she gets Zaundad smut. However, I am gonna do it my way and make it longer than necessary. So a little, baby novella it is! Here's chapter 2!

Chapter 1

Summary: Vander shows Silco just how devoted he is to him.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Established Vander/Silco

Word Count: 3k

PURE AND UNADULTERATED SMUT FROM HERE ON OUT! MDNI!

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Warm, sticky steam enveloped Vander as he stepped inside the small, tiled room. He closed the door quietly behind him and tossed Silco’s shirt onto the rest of his clothes piled by the toilet. He shrugged off his vest and began to undo his belt.

“Mind if I join you?”

Silco’s silhouette paused behind the shower curtain, considering.

“It’s your bathroom, too,” was the snide reply.

Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Mindfully, he slipped into the shower behind his partner, and sighed at the sensation of hot water against his skin. Silco’s back was to him, and his gaze raked down his slender form appreciatively.

Vander enjoyed all body types, but Silco was by far his favorite. The most beautiful. His silver eyes tracked the breadth of those sinewy, strong shoulders; down the narrowing planes of his back to a slim, slim waist. He lovingly smirked as his gaze dropped to Silco’s comically small and perfect ass. He loved to grope and bite those pert and round cheeks, like they were the sweetest pieces of fruit from the market. Below, his long and lean legs sprouted. Like the rest of him, his muscles were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.

Vander felt his cock stir. He tamped down its excitement and gently reached out to run the tips of his fingers down Silco’s spine. The smaller man, who had been running his hands through his hair, stopped at the touch. But still did not turn to look at Vander.

“I missed ya, Sil,” Vander murmured, stepping closer. His front wasn’t flush to Silco’s backside yet, but it was a near thing.

Silco snorted and reached for the bar of soap nestled in the shower’s corner. He began lathering his arms and chest with feverish attention.

“Did you now?”

Vander sighed and dropped his head, brow pressing against Silco’s damp crown. His giant hands settled on those narrow hips. And Silco stilled.

“I did,” he said, and stepped closer, allowing their bodies to mold against one another. Vander’s heart thudded furiously to feel Silco go ever so slightly slack against him. A bodily response even Silco’s conscious mind couldn’t fight against. Proof that they had been meant for each other, Vander thought.

“I haven’ seen ya for three days. I get fuckin’ worried sick when yer out there. By yerself.”

Silco began soaping himself up again. “You seemed to be managing just fine.”

“Sil – “

“Aren’t you needed up in the bar?”

Vander flinched at that. But he rallied, and slid his hands around Silco’s middle, drawing him tightly against his belly and chest.

“Benzo’s got it covered,” he said, nuzzling at Silco’s temple, kissing the hair plastered there.

“Benzo can manage the bar, yes,” Silco scoffed, “but what about your friend?”

Vander loosed a weary sigh. “It’s just business, Sil. I didn’ know you’d be back t’night. An’ I didn’ know she was comin’ by.”

“I told you I’d be back in three days.”

“Yeah, an’ half the time ya say that an’ it ends up bein’ double.”

“Sometimes things happen – “

“I’m not blamin’ ya, Silco,” Vander insisted, firming his grip on his partner enough to spin him around. He took the soap and placed it in back in the corner. Silco glared up at him. “It’s just . . . we agreed. I let you do these missions – “

“You let me?”

“ – An’ I help Zaun on the home front by . . . well, ya know.” He waggled his head from side-to-side, not quite meeting Silco’s ire-filled stare. “It’s just business.”

“Yeah, well, it hurts me when you bring your ‘business’ into our home,” Silco spat. His glare became watery and he broke Vander’s gaze. “I know you are only doing what we agreed. I know it’s not . . . personal. I just . . . don’t want to see it,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the running water.

Vander’s face softened and he drew Silco closer to him, a large hand splayed on his lower back. His other hand cupped and lifted Silco’s chin, allowing their eyes to meet once again.

“’M sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’ mean to hurt you. I won’ bring it here anymore.”

After a moment, Silco’s face softened and he felt him give the tiniest nod against his palm.

“You missed me?” he coyly asked.

Vander grinned. “You bet yer sweet ass I did.”

He leaned down and closed the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders and leaned up into the kiss. Mentally, he was kicking himself for being such puddy in his partner’s hands.

Physically and emotionally, he was flint – Vander, the spark. Together, they became aflame with desire.

Silco slanted his thin lips against Vander’s full ones, his silver tongue flicking across the miniscule space between them. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat as he thrust his own tongue forward, sliding across Silco’s, probing the roof of his mouth.

Silco couldn’t help it. He whined. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes to kiss him more intensely.

Insistently.

Desperately.

One of his hands slid up and fisted itself in Vander’s brown hair. His locks were smooth and thick between Silco’s fingers.

“Did ya miss me too,” Vander teased, pulling away to nip at his partner’s ear.

“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Silco, wrapping his lips around Vander’s throat, and sucking fiercely. Leaving his mark on the Hound.

Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He gripped Silco’s ass – hard – and felt his partner’s own growing cock against his belly. Vander’s balls tightened and something small and excited fizzed tantalizingly low behind his navel. He wrestled Silco back into a kiss that was all tongue and lips. His right-hand slip down around his partner’s small ass. His fingers pet the defined cut that bisected his buttock from his leg. And then slid lower. And under.

Silco started and gasped at the first tender stroke placed on that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and anus. His hips pressed back into Vander’s digit. His lover did it again. And again. Each time, the swipe would end nearer and nearer toward that tight ring of muscle. Silco whined and panted into Vander’s mouth, kisses becoming too wide and hungry. His cock grew and thrummed between them, the tip of him pointing up seeking attention. It pressed into Vander’s flat, strong belly, and the pressure was as euphoric as it was maddening. Silco groaned, his hips rocking between Vander’s finger and stomach.

The Hound broke away and looked down between them.

“Janna Almighty, Sil,” he breathed, crowding his partner against the shower wall, and sinking to his knees.

Vander’s hands raked up and down Silco’s front – just as slim and defined as his back. In the glistening light of the bathroom, under the spray of water, the delicate cut of his physique glimmered and shone. Like starlight on the Pilt. Vander’s cock ached at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. How could he ever think Vander would prefer anyone to him?

His thumbs flicked Silco’s dusty pink – nearly mauve – nipples, and raked down his ribs. Silco shuddered. Not only at the sensation, but at the sight: The Hound of the Underground on his knees in front of him.

For him.

It made Silco feel loved. And powerful. He reached out and ran his hand threw Vander’s hair, guiding his head to tilt up. For their eyes to meet. They looked at each other, eyelids heavy with lust, lips kiss swollen. Vander grinned at Silco, and nuzzled the thatch of wiry hair near his hip crease.

“I missed ya, Sil,” he said into his skin, and then licked a long, wide stripe up the groove of his hip flexor.

Silco sighed and shuddered, his hips jutting forward into nothing. His cock seeking out something, anything. A low chuckle rippled through Vander’s throat as he shifted his head over – making a point to lightly drag his lips across the purpling head of Silco’s dick – to the other hip crease. Another teasing, erotic swipe of his tongue.

Silco grunted, the back of his head bumped against the tile. In frustration. In elation.

“Vander – “

Before he needed to ask, there was wet, delicious heat tracing the underside of his shaft. Then a seal around his head. Light suction before Vander bobbed his head down in increments, running his tongue along veins and Silco’s frenulum, until he was nestled at the root of his partner.

Silco’s hands threaded through Vander’s hair as his eyes closed, his eyebrows pitching up in ecstasy. Vander drew back slightly, adjusted the angle of his head, relaxed his throat, and began a gentle rhythm.

Pleasure rattled up and down Silco’s spine as Vander repeatedly swallowed around his cock. When his hips jerked forward, Vander’s hands gently, but firmly, held Silco in place. A touch that said ‘I got this. Let me take care of you.’ He created a particularly tight seal and swirled his tongue around Silco’s flushed glans. A gesture to assure, tease, elate, and promise.

“Y-yes-s,” Silco moaned, scraping his nails against Vander’s scalp.

Vander hummed in thanks and the sound vibrated through Silco’s sensitive cock wonderfully; another bolt of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his abdominal muscles flexing excitedly.

“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling as his lover continued to lavish him.

Vander’s right hand stroked down Silco’s thigh once, twice, before carefully lifting the back of his knee, and slinging his leg over his shoulder. Before Silco could question what he was on about, there was a gentle press against his hole. He gasped, and accidentally pulled Vander’s hair. He winced, but chuckled around Silco and pressed his index finger against him again, circling. His heart soared when the tip of his digit was welcomed in. Water was fine, but it wasn’t lube; so Vander very slowly and very gently pumped his fingertip in and out. Above him, Silco whimpered and cursed, his body opening effortlessly. His hips pressed down as he took in Vander to the second knuckle.

“Faster,” he ordered. Although, Vander knew it was a plead.

He obliged, pumping his finger in and out in time with the contracting of his throat. Silco’s thighs began to tremble.

“Another. Please.”

Vander pulled off of Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its tip and his bottom lip. He grasped the shaft in his left hand and began a languid, but steady pace. Hand jobs were easier to give when his attention needed to be elsewhere. His middle finger zipped up tightly against his index, and the pair slowly breached Silco’s opening.

Silco flung his head back and groaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. The fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across Vander’s face as the pad of his middle digit lightly pressed against that spot he knew so, so well. Silco jerked and choked. Vander drew his fingers back and slid them in again and again, each time brushing that knot of nerves with more conviction.

Vander smiled as he watched his lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good. Gods above, Vander loved him.

With the pace set, Vander prepared to take Silco back in his mouth. To finish him off and take his cum down his throat. But as his lips pressed against the tip of him, Silco batted him away.

“No,” he gasped, shaking his head. “No, no. I want – I want you inside.”

Vander’s heart leapt. He chuckled, “I am inside ya, Sil.”

He rubbed the tips of his fingers against his prostate pointedly. Silco yelped and ground his hips against Vander’s hand.

“The other way,” he panted, swinging his leg off Vander’s shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. I’ve missed it.”

Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed having sex with him. Had missed his cock. It was all true. He would deal with the vulnerability hang over later. Right now, with his prostate and dick well-primed, he just needed to be fucked.

At once, Vander was reminded of his own dick. He’d been so wrapped up in and around Silco, he’d forgotten his own turgid member. Since dropping to his knees, it had grown and swelled in the wake of the sounds and sensations of his lover. It ached and dribbled.

Silco carefully stepped out from in front of him, and Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard member. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, turning toward Silco. His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. His blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, hazy and lust-filled. Vander’s mouth went dry with want. He surged forward and grabbed Silco’s narrow hips.

He curled over his back and whispered, “’M gonna make ya feel so good.”

“You better,” Silco purred, tilting the cleft of his ass to catch the cock prodding him.

Vander laughed lowly, before taking hold and guiding himself toward Silco’s winking hole. A zip of pleasure rocketed up from his toes to the crown of his head as the tip of him was pulled in.

Heaven. Silco felt like heaven, if there was such a place. Vander drew back before pressing forward again, digging deeper. He didn’t suppose he’d ever make it to heaven, but he didn’t care. Not when he could hold it in his arms; not when he could be wrapped up in it, feel it from the inside out.

After another couple rocks and sways, Vander was seated to the hilt – his pubic hair scratching at Silco’s cheeks, his heavy balls caressing the back of his slender thighs. Vander sighed in relief and bent over, resting his forehead between Silco’s shoulder blades. Beneath him, the smaller man trembled and panted.

“Ya okay?” Vander asked, kissing his back.

Silco nodded. “More than okay. Move. Please.”

“Anything fer you.”

Vander kissed between his shoulder blades once more and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began thrusting back and forth. The sound of wet skin slapping together rang throughout the bathroom; Vander’s grunts and Silco’s whines were quick to join, the small space becoming a cacophony of sound. Neither had enough bandwidth to consider or care if the sound of their love-making traveled up to the bar.

Silco’s nails scraped against the tile wall. His ribcage swung frantically with his breath, like the bellows that kept the furnaces alive in Augmentation Alley. Intense pleasure built up his spine like a heating thermostat; his cock jumped and dripped. With each pass and press of Vander’s dick against his insides, he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away. His thighs began to tingle, his knees began to knock.

“Fuck, Sil,” Vander gasped behind him. “So tight. So. Fucking. Good.”

He grit his teeth and increased the pace. Silco cried out and his back arched. He babbled and agreed.

“Vander!” Silco yelped. “I ne – I need – “

“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured, knowing exactly what Silco needed.

His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him, taking hold of his impossibly rigid cock. The smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down as Vander began stroking him. Silco gasped and pleaded and rocked his hips into Vander’s hold.

“Yes yes yes yes – hng – YES!”

Silco came with a cry, ropes of himself splattering over Vander’s fingers and against the tub. After working him through his orgasm, Vander made to pull out, but Silco reached his hand back and grabbed his thick wrist.

“No. Inside. Inside, please,” he breathlessly asked. And then, with more snark, “You’re not done making me feel good.”

A grin that toed the line between sweet and wicked curled Vander’s lips, and he renewed his grip on Silco. Truthfully, he was grateful for the request. There was something about finishing inside his partner that felt untouchably intimate. It made him feel close to the man he loved.

Vander set a vigorous pace, as much for himself as it was for Silco. The muscles cradling his cock squeezed and massaged as the head of him beat against that bundle of nerves repeatedly. The fizzing behind his navel swelled and bubbled in mounting pleasure.

“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled as the pressure against his prostate threatened to release. Vander’s hips stuttered. His cock swelled. “Fuck, I love you.”

Vander erupted at the proclamation. Yelling in relief as he unloaded inside of Silco, his hips rutting against his backside. The firm, consistent sensation of Vander’s cock massaging him, coupled with the feeling of his seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge. He moaned lowly as the deep, gooey feeling of release seeped through his muscles and bones, threatening to shake his legs right out from under him.

Before he could slip away, strong arms were gathering him up and lifting him away from the wall. Vander pulled Silco into his chest, his softening dick slowly slipping out of him. He winced at the emptiness and sighed. Vander kissed his temple and held him tighter.

“I missed ya, Sil. I love you, too.”

Silco hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms in front of Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked his head down, kissing him softly.

Belatedly, Silco heard the patter of the shower. Then he felt the water. He’d forgotten where they were. He shivered.

“The water’s gone cold,” he said against Vander’s lips.

The Hound huffed a small laugh, and reached behind him to turn off the spigot. “Let’s get ya into some warm clothes, yeah?”

Silco smiled and nodded, following his partner out of the tub.

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Notes: *blushing furiously* I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. If you did, please comment and reblog! I'd really appreciate it!!

There will be at least one more chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it up in the early days of the new year.

Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander why he belongs to him

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[sygol]

hi here are some things about drug use ive learned in my days that i would like to impart

always test your drugs. unless youre friend who you trust with your LIFE has said they tested them or it is their medical prescription, a drug test kit is the cost of entry to doing drugs, you will eventually get laced drugs and you could very well die or kill your friends. fentanyl is a HUGE problem now.

magnesium supplements are your friend, most drugs will deplete your magnesium levels, including but not limited to: alcohol, weed, stimulants, downers (opiates/opiods/benzos), dissos, and most likely psychedelics. taking magnesium will lessen your cravings and crashes, AND allow you to get higher, you will feel less drained and be able to sleep easier

never mix downers with alcohol, there are things worse than death, like permanent hypoxic brain damage

drink water, eat food, sleep, and try to exercise. keeping your body in good condition will diminish crashes and improve highs

an addiction is an unfulfilled void within you or the avoidance of an issue, the act of quitting the drugs is not enough, you must fill that void with something else to make you happy, or address the issue you are numbing.

NAC supplements rapidly kill most all drug cravings

more specific tips below cut:

dont make plans while you are abusing stimulants, you will not enjoy them later.

do not smoke weed when you do acid, in my opinion the experience of weed + acid is like an entirely separate drug, and it's a very difficult trip. if you still decide you are going to, just have literally ONE (1) hit

if youre going to redose amphetamines, only redose ONCE, and make the second dose about 50% or less of your original dose, you arent getting that first rush again, the crash will get worse and worse, its better to rest up and just get high another time.

snorting benzos doesnt work

many drugs will affect your circadian rhythm, 1mg of melatonin before bed can help sleep come easier, magnesium also aids sleep

vitamin B drink mixes are great

taking cold showers or baths can help ease anhedonia

shoot me a DM if you need any drug advice or have questions (if for some reason this post gets a ton of notes then ignore this please for my sake)

#t2