#🚬snap

[catfortress]

Can you draw baby Scratch covered in amniotic fluid and his mom is cleaning him and he has big ol bug eyes and Snap is like “get that ugly thing out of my sight”

Sigh… here is the ugly baby! =^.^=

[drunkeddiediaz]

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[nymphoniah]

smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."

[bonnieg420]

Snap: bonnieg420

🚬🤍

[koiiiji]

tw ; suggestive, obsessive/posessive ex!Gun 🚬🧸⛓️📦🤎

author's note ; empty, ageless blogs DNI or you will be blocked

standing on the threshold of your apartment, Gun was thinking. he loved good fight, it was nice to swing his fists with men, no doubt. after all, gentleman like him can't fight with women and have that much fun. on the whole, women didn't refuse him, and were more accommodating, either from his natural charm, or from black, deadly eyes that looked into the most secret corners of the soul.

and yet, recently you got into the habit to misbehave, to refuse him, allowing yourself to contradict him, even snap. it was... intriguing, to say the least, especially the moment when you hit him with a pillow, gave him a ringing slap in the face when you refused to accept his kiss, and slammed the door behind yourself.

having fished out a spare key from his pocket, Gun opened the door, slipping inside the warmth of your own apartment.

the smell of you, of what usually surrounds you, your warmth enveloped him as soon as he crossed the threshold of your apartment.

the sound of water from the shower.

ah, that's probably why you didn't answer him when he ruthlessly broke in the door and called you just a minute ago. sitting down on your bed waiting for you, Gun felt completely relaxed, he wasn’t even angry or upset by the fact that you misbehaved. the fact that you decided to play your little games with him and run away, hoping that he would leave you so easily. he wasn’t even angry by the fact that your stupid little head simply allowed the idea that you could win this chase. on the contrary, it spurred him on, excited him. just as your cute shocked expression on your face was exciting right now, when you came out of the shower. hair was still wet, sticking to your neck, surprise, fear and horror were mixed in your eyes.

oh, it seems you didn't know that he had the keys to your apartment.

but damn, your whole appearance now excited him so much - the towel hugged your figure, the remaining drops of water dripped onto the floor, and you didn’t even dare move, letting your breath pass. Gun, glancing over you, noted for himself - you nervously clenched and unclenched your fists, shifted a little on your feet - you were nervous. good.

“what are you doin-”you wanted to start when his menacing figure rose from the bed and headed in your direction. all you could do was back away. “are you done with your running away?” - his voice boomed just a couple of centimeters from you. when did he manage to stymie you?

your breath hitched when you felt his hand creep higher, from your chest to your neck. he wrapped his arms around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make breathing difficult, but not enough to make you choke.

you felt fear roll in a wave of tears, when you looked into his pitch black eyes, trying to find in them at least something other than this darkness. needless to say, you saw nothing in his eyes, but the adrenaline that intoxicated him and his lips were decorated with that crazy smile that you had seen only once.

sobbing quietly and defeatedly closing your eyes, when his lips persistently covered yours in an impatient kiss, with shame you accepted your loss and the fact that it would be difficult to broke up with a person like Gun. impossible even.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I also request the marly guys (zeke, reiner,colt and porco) with an escaping s/o please? If it's to many people you don't have to write for colt or zeke. Thank you

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsessive behavior, delusional mindset, manipulation, threats, blackmailing

Tags: @shumidehiro

Escaping s/o

Zeke Yeager

🚬​He's probably been aware of your silly plans for a while now but has never spoken up about it as he instead chooses to wait and see how it turns out. Whilst you are making your own plans though, Zeke is gearing up to counter them as he does his own work. Two can play the game after all and if you are conjuring up schemes behind his back, he will return the favor. After all the Titan Shifter is fairly confident that he will win this as he has the intelligence and the influence. The moment you finally put your plan in motion, Zeke is already prepared for everything and the whole thing ends soon in your undeniable defeat. He visits you later as you were put under custody until he arrives and it is then that he explains to you that he has been aware of your plot for a while now. He could have stopped you obviously as soon as he had his suspicions but he thought that it would perhaps be better to let you see and feel that you would do better to stop such shenanigans in the future as you stand no chance against him. The next time you come up with such a hoax, he won't amuse you any longer. This is the first and last time he played such a game with you.

Reiner Braun

🟤​Even if Reiner were to discover hints of your plans, he would most likely refuse to believe them. This guy is quite dependent on his darling after all the trauma and pain he had to endure and he is quite desperate for them to love him too which is why he is extremely overbearing. The first stage is just denial when he finds out that you have actually ran away from him as he instead tries to come up with excuses for what you have done all because he doesn't want to accept the truth. You couldn't! You would never do that! The moment the truth comes crashing down though, Reiner has a meltdown and starts bawling his eyes out. He is a mess and it needs the likes of Pieck and Porco to shake him out of his misery. He isn't far away from transforming into his Titan and chase after you but luckily he is stopped by his comrades as well as the last bit of consciousness that there are people important to him living here. Some more amicable soldiers of Marley agree to help him and he himself joins them, though he looks only seconds away from another meltdown. He's going to scream, cry and beg for them to never do this again as he locks them away in his house from that day on, his trust broken.

Porco Galliard

🌫️​Porco should technically not be surprised if you should attempt to escape from him. After all it is no secret to him that he has forced you into an engagement as well as marriage without even considering your wishes in it. Yet when it actually happens, there is still the disappointed anger as he can't help but think that even if he did all of that, it ultimately enabled you a better life. His anger only heightens the longer you are gone as he even snaps at Marley soldiers despite knowing how his kind is viewed by them. He doesn't fully trust them either so he goes on a separate pursuit to go after you and the moment you are found, you will not be spared of his ire. He's pissed as he yells at you, insult after insult leaving his lips as he calls you an ungrateful thing and points out how he has done nothing but better the situation for you and your family alike. Briefly he considers threatening you to take all the privileges away for you and your family but that would only be really possible through divorce and he would never consider that. He either locks you away like Reiner does or actually goes the extra step and asks the Marley soldiers to imprison you for a while so that you realize how good you have it with him.

Colt Grice

◻️Oh, the poor lad would be absolutely heartbroken. After all he has done nothing but protect and dote on them. Sure, he has done some things he is not too overly proud of such as also pushing you into an engagement but he shares similar motives to Porco as he wants to ensure your protection as soon as he becomes the next Titan Shifter. He is in denial and honestly, he remains stuck in disbelief even as he goes after you until you are caught and he sees you again. The spiteful and frustrated look you give him is finally enough to smash reality right against his chest. Why...? Why would you do this to him? His mind is racing, although all thoughts scatter before he can even properly form them as he tries to dig up something that he can say to you as he stares at you but no words ever leave his lips in that moment. His trust has been smashed and is left in pieces and he doesn't know what to do around you for a while as he has to stomach the realisation that the relationship is perhaps more threatened than he ever would have wanted to think. He would probably find himself turning to your family who, given the opportunities he gives you and them, would most likely shame you for your attempt.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You've had an exhausting day, and eating out your mean lady is just what you need 💋🚬

Warnings: Smuttttt. Also Cruella is very mean 😅 XD

Nothing special. I just want more fics of eating out women... especially Her XD

Sighing, you close her office door behind you and drop your bag on the ground by the doorway, before rolling your tight shoulders. "Oh my god, it's been the longest workday... " You're tired, you have a headache and you're just done with the world.

"Go home, then." Cruella tells you like it's obvious, rolling her eyes at the papers she was going through; highlighting and underlining.

Huffing, you plop in the seat across from her desk. "I wanted to see you, though."

"Well, I'm busy." She puts down the papers and slips her sharp nails under another pile, focusing her snake-like eyes on those new figures without pause. "Make yourself useful, somehow."

"Can't work anymore. Head broken. Brain-dead."

She shakes her head, waiving you off. "Get me a drink then, or something. Go get yourself a snack. Oversee the window cleaning on the second floor. Ride the lift until your stupid little head goes fuzzy- I don't care. But don't you hinder me when I'm busy."

Your head's already fuzzy, you think.

...

...

...

It takes you a few minutes before you do it, so credit where credit is due. But it's not long, before you put your fuzzy brain to good use.

The steel doors of Cruella's office are sealed closed, so you simply settle under her desk and get comfortable between her smooth thighs after slipping her her sleek black panties off of her. Above you, you hear her release a sigh; muttering to herself. "Well, better then nothing... "

As soon as you start softly licking her pretty pussy you start to feel relieved from your day. Like her cunt's the cure to your headache and tight muscles, the moment you feel her soft lips under your salacious tongue you feel immediate relief. You think her pussy is magic, and you're addicted.

Every stroke of your tongue against her velvety cunt makes you feel better, more comfortable, and warmer. You don't even mind the hardness of the cold tile ground your bony knees are digging into.

When Cruella inevitably becomes drippy and needy under your attentions, her slick all over you chin and trickling onto your neck, you slip your hands around her thighs and hold her thighs against the sides of your head and really start to go down on that magic pussy. With fluid strokes, you draw your tongue deeply into her and suck her at the same time. When her sharp fingernails scrape against your sore skull you give a pathetic, fully contented moan into her. Then she tugs your hair s l o w l y, for a drawn out few moments, and you just want to melt.

You have to pause sucking her off to breath and pull yourself together, hair in your face, and give her thighs and pussy a few kisses, before returning to your tawdry activity.

After this you start rubbing your tongue continuously against her clit, and when you hear Cruella's pen be set down very firmly onto the desk with a snap, you can't help but smirk; drowsy and pussy-drunk. With one last, long lick across her wet, soft pussy, you finally take your mouth away from her.

When, finally, you drive two of your fingers slowly into her mushy, used hole, now beinb set back on your butt under the desk so that you can watch your fingers dissapear in and slick ooz out, it takes all of 4 good thrusts in-and-out for Cruella cum. To squeeze your hair around her fist, and clench your knuckles inside her so tight your lips part because god that's hot.

... she relaxes again after a few seconds and you slip your fingers free from her, and suck them clean, savouring the last bits of her flavour. Cruella sighs, and puts the flat of her high heeled shoe to your body and half pushes, half kicks you out from under the desk. You fall back on the heels of your hands, and give a giggle.

"Well I hope you feel better," Cruella sighs, frustrated. "You've just wasted my time. Out."

Shaking your head, you pop back up into your seat and flash Cruella a grin; chin covered in grease and hair a mess. "I do feel better, thank you very much. I'll get you that drink, now. What do you want, darling?"

She raises a brow at you, your boldness, before sighing and chucking a cardboard box of tissues at your chest and looking back to her work. "Make yourself presentable first. You'll get me jasmine tea, piping hot, and if you get it wrong you'll get back under the desk. Clear?"

With a wicked smirk, you nod. "... You want biscuits?"

"Of course I want biscuits, you little idiot." 

[catfortress]

Meowdic and Snap? Please oh please

Of course ! =^.^= like this? … or this? :3c

I was going to draw them separately as well, but another time!! I hope u enjoy for now, anon! ^^

[m4ttslvr]

˳ ៚ Lev’s Masterlist

📀 Across The Universe, Fiona Apple

0:26 ———♡——— 3:50 ◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷

🚬smut 🪶fluff 🏹 angst

MATT

🚬Good Girl

🚬Stars

🏹Texts w Bf!Matt & Bff!Chris Pt.2 Pt.3

🪶…in the process

CHRIS

🚬High By The Beach

🚬Never Enough

🏹Texts w Bf!Matt & Bff!Chris Pt.2 Pt.3

NICK

🪶Bff!Nick Snaps Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 & Pt.5 (Chris/Matt)

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Disclaimer: I take inspo from every request i get. I’m not ignoring requests i just suck at writing frequently!! I appreciate everyone who likes my writing enough to request:)

₊━ִ─ LEV ᡴꪫㅤ·⠀· 

[toxicanonymity]

Halloween anon did mean the latest gif set you reblogged lol. Your writing is so immersive! 🚬💚

Helping stepdad!Joel with his tie

500 / stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Halloween Anon asked: The gif set of Pedro doing his tie makes me think of like stepdad! Joel or DBF!Joel dressing up as the devil or a vampire for Halloween and it gets hot. I needed to tell someone that. / gif from @pedgito / dbf version here

The last time you saw Joel in something other than joggers and a t-shirt was  Halloween.  You came over to ride with your Mom and Joel to a family friend’s Halloween party an hour away.  Your mom wasn’t really dressed up but had an angel halo and wings.  You were in a short, red, bat-print dress and fishnets.  You already sent him a snapchat earlier to which he sent a snap of his hand resting against an obvious bulge in his joggers with the caption,  “Jesus, you really need to wear that?” 

 “Joel, we’re gonna be late!” your Mom called upstairs, then asked you “Would you go see what’s taking him so long?” Meanwhile, your Mom went to take the dog for a walk. 

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You went up to their bedroom and saw Joel concentrating really hard trying to do his tie in the mirror.  Poor guy probably wears a tie less than once per year. You slinked up and hugged him from behind.    His shirt was stretched over his pecs.

“What are you doin’ in here?” he asked and shrugged you off, looking nervously at the door. 

“She’s walking the dog.  Told me to check on you. Can I help?” 

“No. Still don’t know why the hell you’re wearin’ that, either.”   You wrapped your arms around him again and watched in the mirror as he continued to struggle with the  tie.  He either didn’t want to shrug you off again or was concentrating too hard to care.  

You ran your hand up his stomach then grabbed a pec, and you watched in the mirror as a tent grew in his pants.   

“Can I help with that?”  You slid your other hand lower, but when you got to his belt, he turned around and said. “The tie.  Fine.  You can help with the tie.”  

You took one side of the tie in each hand and pulled him into you.  He looked straight up at the ceiling, getting his head out of the way.  You pressed your nose against his neck and inhaled his balmy aftershave, dragging your nose a few inches.  You felt something hard against your dress. 

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, glancing toward the door again. 

“You’re telling me,” you said. 

“With the tie.  Just finish the damn tie.” 

You finished the tie quite easily.  You started to flip the collar down then said “I kinda like it up.” 

“I look like a vampire with it up,” he replied.  You kind of liked the idea of secretly coordinating with him – you covered in bats, he as a vampire, same color scheme.

You pressed yourself up against him for a hug and he indulged you for a moment.  He inhaled your hair and ran his hand down the back of your dress, grabbing a handful of ass. The hard shape swelled against your dress and made you throb.    

The front door opened downstairs and your Mom was back with the dog. “ALL READY UP THERE?” she screamed.  

“Yep! All good,” you yelled back.  

He put down his collar and grabbed his devil horns which were actually pretty well done  You looked down at his pants and he rolled his eyes and adjusted himself before going downstairs.   

“You sure you need to wear that?” he murmured again on your way downstairs.  

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson Headcons

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Girlfriend

Warnings: implied smut, dirty, modern day Eddie

Masterlist Part 2

🚬 Y/N making a tiktok to anaconda by Nicki Minaj, just as she's about to turn around to “ I got a big fat ass” she gets tackled by Eddie.

🚬 Y/N in the middle of sending a video on snapchat and Eddie just starts peppering her face with kisses. “Hey I'm talking here” 

🚬 “Im bored”

“Well listen instead of looking at the clock”

“Im horny”

“What a surprise”

“Mr.Munson, no phones in class!”

🚬 “Netflix and chill?” Eddie whispers in your ear wiggling his eyebrows “We're at the movies!” you whisper laugh back.

🚬 Sat in Eddie's lap listening to music and moving your hips with the music. He pulls an earphone out “Stop moving you're making me hard and we have gym next class” holding the earphone next to his ear “ARE YOU LISTENING TO LANA DEL REY?!” he asks overdramatically “Shut up” you snatch the earphone from him. 

🚬 “So we're dancing in gym” “Mhm?” Eddies barely listening “and Chrissy thought it would be hilarious to do a dance to I See Red” he snaps his head up “So that's what we're doing!” you say grinning. “Nope, nuh uh, pick another song”

🚬 Eddie watching porn on his laptop. Y/N storms in and he quickly shuts the laptop. You shoot him the stink eye “What are you watching?” you lunge forward to grab his laptop. He holds it to his chest and turns around, wrestling with you on his back. “Sooooo how was school?” “Don't change the subject!”

🚬 Sat gaming at his pc you crawl under the table to tease him “what are you doing?” “Oh nothing” you pretend as you palm him through his boxers. “Hey I'm winning here” “What's going on?” Gareth asks through the mic “Get off my dick woman!” he jokes

🚬Reader taking a selfie from above, Eddie wanting to joining in, "No he cant know I have a boyfriend" "EXCUSE ME?" proceeds to send a whole video about how hes gonna beat this guys ass to Chrissy.

[writingoddess1125]

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They find out you had their Child pt. 2🐊 🚬🫧

Sanji, Crocodile and Law

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ Tsundare Themes, mild Angst in one story and obsession in another. General Drama tho

Crocodile

"Crocodile you can't do that. It is not your place to keep me here and just have me as your house wife" You said offended, angry as Crocodile looked back at you with a amused smirk-

"Ssshh I got you I got you" You whispered softly. Gently rocking your son in your arms, fussy from his feeding and clearly wanting the world to hear about it.

It had been a few months since you'd given birth to your son, Kibo as Crocodile had named him. He was the light of your light and brought you more happiness then you could imagine.

Almost immediately after you'd given birth, Crocodile had taken you to his base having what was equivalent to a luxury pent house apartment set you for you.

And you'd been there since-

He would leave for a while, you assumed to whatever pirates do. But he'd return to you and Kibo always, finding it important to spend time with the two of you.

As you stood there, deep in your thoughts you didn't hear the sound of the door opening. Only falling from your daydream when a large hand hit the small of your back, snapping to see Crocodile peering down at you and the now quieting child.

"Oh hi Crocodile, Didn't exact you back already" You said softly, not wanting to get too loud and wake the baby.

"Of course- Dinner should be done soon as well and sent up. Is the lad alright?" He asked calmly, looking over his sons pink face and twisted pout.

"He's fine, Just fussy. Actually speaking of Kibo, I wanted to talk to you about something" You said rather cheerfully as Crocodile escorting you from the nursery and out to the lounge.

"I want to start working again soon anyway so a Nanny for Kibo may be nee-"

"Work? What Work?" He mused, you raising a brow at his words. His hand leaving your back as he had you take a seat.

"My Job- I have to return to work eventually"

"No you don't and no you're not" He stated calmly, you looking at him confused.

"And do tell, what are you going to do about it my love? Do you know where you are? Or even how you got here? I set everything up so you could never leave me again" He said, and it felt like ice had been injected in your veins. The Sinking feeling of realization hitting you.. this was once of the most dangerous pirates currently living, you we're without a home or income as well-

"So You are either going to stay here, play house with our son. Or I hire someone to watch over him till you come back to your senses and as you know, Im very persuasive~" He said calmly, staring down at you as you held Kibo close to your chest. The realization hitting you like a tsunami- he was going to drag you back here no matter what, When he came to your apartment that day it wasn't to just check on you.. it was the bring you back-

This wasn't love was it?..

This was obsession...

Gazing in his eyes you could see it now- Like he had found a treasure that he never intended to let go or have others risk finding. His Possessions-

Sanji

"Do you understand now mh flower?" He asked you calmly, seeing the way your eyes shifted as you thought through your options and finding non of them satisfying what your thoughts were.

A look of horror stretching over your face and Crocodile chuckled at this- Stepping towards you and kissing your forehead gently the smell of the tobacco making your eyes water a bit, or it was just tears welling.

"Sees like you do Darling" Your skin crawling at the feeling of his kiss as he stepped back and began to leave the room.

"I will return"

He said calmly, leaving you in the room as you heard Kibo start to cry in your arms as you stood there in shock-

This was your prison...

Sanji had been on cloud nine since he had found you and Sunaki. His Darling Girls- The loves of his life!

Law

The Chef of the Strawhats had been staying on your island for well over a month now. The new father wanting to soak in the joy of having his daughter- That and also spending time with you.

You weren't sure what he was trying to do, assuming you had just been a fling for him and nothing more- But you never expected to see the man trying so hard to woo you. Cooking dinners, gifts you knew he couldn't afford, the works.

That evening he invited you onto the ship, cooking you and Sunaki dinner and then helping you when the toddler inevitably got it all over herself.

The two of you sharing in the domestic bliss of bathing the squirming blonde toddler who was more interested in splashing the two of you then getting clean.

"Darling you gotta stop splashing Mommy" You giggled, Sunaki giving a loud squeal. Sanji who had his sleeves rolled up taking a cup of the warm water and carefully rinsing her blonde locks with a chuckle.

"I think that's all we're gonna get done (Y/N) without getting soaked ourselves- I'll grab a towel" He said calmly and went to steal the fluffiest towel on the ship to take the now mostly clean toddler. You grabbing some spare baby clothes Sanji kept for his time with her and a diaper.

Like a well oiled machine both of you worked to get Sunaki dressed, baby powdered, lotion on her face and ready to settle down for the night. Sanji holding her since she settled down faster in his arms-

"Thank you for dinner tonight Sanji"

Sanji smiled, a twinkle in his eyes as he held Sunaki who was hell bent on trying to use Sanji as a jungle gym.

"Of course (Y/N)"

Sanji sat before you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and adoration as he held Sunaki in hid arms. He took a deep breath, gathering his nerves.

"So ive been thinking and Please hear me out (Y/N), but come with me. Join the Strawhats on the Thousand Sunny. I adore you, and I want you and Sunaki by my side, always-."

His words made your face warm and your heart swell at this. You searched his eyes for any hints of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was sincerity. Sunaki seeing the tension between her parents and squealing as she reached a hand up to grab some of her father's hair which she managed to dodge.

"I can't imagine having to wait two years out at sea and leave you and Sunaki behind- but it would be safer if you joined us! I swear it would be great" He insisted as he sat closer to you, Setting your daughter between the two of you.

"B-But Sanji I don't know.. I could be invading your ship and having me and some toddler on a pirate ship could be bad- Besides we aren't even together so they may not be up for-" Sanji stopped you dead in your tracks and kissed you suddently. Your face flushing as red as a tomato as you stared at him wide eyed.

"Then I'd marry you-! Your the only one I'd want to marry anyway! You gave me our daughter afterall!"

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, the weight of Sanji's words sinking deep into your being. To know that you were adored by someone as incredible.

"Really?-" You whisper out. Sanji smiking as he stood up then, Pulling you up to your feet and handing you Sunaki who was babbling randomly and excitedly at the world. Sanji rushing to Nami's room and you hear crashing and the sound of the red head screaming which drew a giggle from you-

Soon Sanji came back, a fresh black eye forming on him as he fell to his knee before you- His eyes no better then hearts at this point as he held out a beautiful gold ring out to you.

"Marry me (Y/N)- Please do me the honor of officially making me the happiest man on earth"

"We are having this talk. Now-" Law said evenly, you sighing heavily at realizing their really wasn't a way out now and didnt think arguing with him while in his little prison was in your best interest.

"Fine..." You said as you patted your hands on your clean scrubs before pushing him away from you to create some space- anxiety building in your chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Why didnt you tell me? You should have told me (Y/N)! I could have helped. Looked out for him- for all you know he"

"I am a medical physician just like you Law- I can watch for signs of the genetic illness just like you and on top of that it's not like your exactly an easy person to get ahold of" you said calmly, clearly taking some of the wind from his sails as he awkwardly stared at you for a moment.

"You're a RN not a doc-" The harsh glare shut him up quickly from saying that mistake and he backpeddled "It's just.. A boy should have his father at least and I would have helped you"

You impatiently crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Law to figure out what to say.

"In that it may be good for him to come with me its far better fo-"

"Over my Dead Body-" You said sharply, His eyes locking onto yours as he clearly thought of your words. Carefully.

"There isn't a reason for-" You cut him off again with a harsh glare.

"Just because you have regret in not being in our child's life doesn't mean you get the right to take him away from me or push your own agenda onto him and this relationship" You hiss angrily making the Doctor sigh in annoyance.

"Why are you making this so difficult? I wish to be in the child's life in my way and make sure he isn't ill. I care about you as well-"

"Dont. You. Dare! You Gave that up- So don't you DARE act like it's me who is the problem here Law. You never wanted this do you remeber?" You hissed gesturing to yourself, your anger bleeding through which made Law blink at you in surprise.

Marching forward you jabbed your finger to his chest.

"I don't do well with things long term- Those were your exact words to me, we dated for less then a month just so you could get the edge off wothout having to pay for it" His face twisted in something that could only be guilt, seeing the anger in your eyes.

"So why in hell would you think I would tell you or bother to find your ass? Hm?"

Law was silent at this, staring at your face and seeing the rage painted on it.

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"Now release me- This conversation is done. If you want to see our kid then you have to go through the proper channels like every other deadbeat dad" You said still reeling from your anger. Law snapped his fingers and the room disapeared around the two of you- The man taking a step away from you.

"Fine... At least tell me his name (Y/N) and give me the chance. You forced me to he a so called 'deadbeat' by not telling me about him and despite what happened between us it shouldn't affect him" Law reasoned "Don't let your hatred of me deprive him of a father-"

You flinched at his words, rubbing your face as you knew this was on you- your anger making you slightly unreasonable.

"A-Ame.. His name Is Ame... and fine. You get one chance however- if you fuck up you leave us understand?" You clarify and the man gives a soft smile and nods.

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[neopuppy]

someone bringing up that blast from the past alpha princes jaemin&jeno drabble…. now i’m over here thinking about that jungwoo&jeno hybrid and veterinarian!yn fic we got a tiny taste of 🚬🤏

that was on my old side blog, I’ll post it here for funsies💚

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“Two of them? Why are they together if they aren’t related?” You question sorting through two clipboards laid out before you. Files for golden retriever and samoyed hybrids stare back at you.

Jeno Lee: 21, born April 23rd. Healthy pure bred samoyed hybrid. Found pan-handling near the beach with Jungwoo Kim. Displays codependency with the golden retriever hybrid.

Jungwoo Kim: 23, born February 19th. Healthy pure bred retriever hybrid. Displays manipulative tactics to get what he wants. Has run away from numerous shelters multiple times.

“Well, the samoyed does whatever the older one tells him to do. It’s like they’ve imprinted on each other. They’re not mates though, and have shown no sign of mating. The samoyed has not rut yet.” Your colleague taps over their sexual history. Jungwoo apparently spending many of his days working in and out of hybrid brothels. “Says he did it so they could survive. He’s a bit promiscuous if you ask me, be careful with that one.”

“Hybrids past 18 years don’t do well. What are we supposed to do with them? Especially two?” You step forward taking a closer look inside the glass revealing the two young boys sharing a bed. Both still in a sleep disoriented state with giant messy fluffy hair covering their ears. The blonde one must be Jungwoo, you think. Following his fingers skimming through the black ball of fur rested on his stomach. The other face mostly hidden still half asleep.

“Adorable right?” With a nudge into your side your assistant nods ahead. “But you’re right- it’s been five months now. They’re both a bit too old to be marketable unfortunately. We’ve had a few customers interested in Jeno, but as noted he seems attached to the retriever.”

As if he could hear you, Jungwoo’s head snaps locking eyes with you through the window. Hand protectively stilling upon the samoyed’s neck. He’s even more breath-taking front on. Sharp mystic eyes blink slowly observing you in return. Mouth puffier than usual after hours of napping.

“Is it.. safe to go inside?” You asks reaching for your lab coat. Both were healthy after all, no history with going rabid in their files.

“Physically? Of course.” Your assistant acknowledges almost sarcastically. A smirk pulling at her lip with a pointed stare to your chest. “But for your heart? You who just got dumpe-..”

“I get it.” You sigh, with hands held up. “I’m not new to cute puppy hybrids. I think I can handle a couple of dogs.”

Without allowing to draw the conversation back to your personal love life mishaps you unlock the door leading into the hybrids quarters. Jungwoo stiffens with a straightened up back, the younger puppy against him muffling in dismay.

Slowly approaching you smile familiar with the nature of hybrids. At times allowing them to scent over your wrist if they were too anxious. The retriever’s eyes dart around, pulling the smaller against him to sit up as well. Whispering something that sounds like- ‘one of the coats is here.’

Glancing up hazily the samoyed spots you, abruptly jerking up wiping his drooled over lips. They stare up cautiously, as if in unison their eyes bounce over your coat.

“Ah, not a fan of the vet are you?” You come to a halt a few feet away from the bed. Clasping your hands with a reassuring nod, you reach for your collar to remove the garment. “I come in peace, no poking and prodding today. Promise.”

The samoyed perks up immediately, shifting position to his knees breaking into a heart shattering smile. Eyes disappearing even more under the mess of hair covering his forehead. His teeth are sharp, small, features giving away his hybrid side. Tail swoshing around in excitement behind him.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” He squeaks out nearly jumping forward. The older hybrid placing a large hand over his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Jeno..” he warns. Eyes slitting into an icy glare in your direction. “Then what are you doing here? Looks like another psychoanalysis to me. I’ll keep it short for you- no one is going to adopt us no matter how many tricks you teach us.”

Taking a seat at the end of the small bed and giving the room a once over, you note only one bed. It’s no wonder the hybrids bond had not changed since entering the clinic.

“I’ve seen your files, I wanted to introduce myself.” You calmly let them know. The samoyeds smile lights up again. Repeating your name slowly, throwing in another comment of how a pretty name was only fitting.

“You two have been here quite some time, haven’t you?” Solemnly the two agree, faces falling mournfully, trapped with nowhere to go. Both lacking any real training and life experience, unable to fend for themselves in this world; having to accept the lowest form of hybrid work: selling their bodies to survive.

“What if we start you both on some basic education? Enough to at least get you on your feet.” You try to sound encouraging, earning wary looks from the two.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks right?” Jungwoo offers, scratching the side of his neck as a blush rises up his cheek. “They want to boot us from the clinic or something?”

“Not necessarily..” you sigh taking them both in. Knowing the next steps would end up in turning them both into experiments. Breeding dogs to see what new hybrids the government could concoct for selfish needs. Hybrids often abused beyond acts of pleasure. Used for warfare or violent entertainment to bet on. “…but..”

“I’d rather live on the street. We’re scum to you humans anyway.” Jungwoo interrupts. Jeno huffing in annoyance at his side over how cold it gets, mumbling that he refuses to go back to that life.

“That is not true.” You protests, cooling yourself before continuing. Knowing better than to argue with a hybrid. “It wouldn’t hurt to try something different. Better than losing the little human rights you have?”

Jeno tugs at Jungwoo’s sleeve with pleading eyes. The older hybrids cheeks puff out rolling his in return.

“Fine, we’ll work on learning or whatever.” Jungwoo says, pausing in thought. You’re just about ready to celebrate in clap before he continues- “but only if you teach us.”

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Jungwoo huffs struck with boredom, blowing his shaggy bangs away. Ears fluffing up looking around for entertainment, ending on you napping on the couch. His back straightens, slowly crawling over on his knees. You were fast asleep after a long day at the hybrid clinic. You worked so hard, exhausting yourself physically and mentally dealing with abused hybrid’s day in and day out.

His fingers trail up your calve curiously, head tilting pondering if you’d changed into anything else under your robe after you’d showered. Washing away the days scent of many hybrid’s the minute you came home. Knowing how sensitive Jungwoo could be to unfamiliar breeds.

He reaches up higher, lifting a flap of your thick dark robe, jolting in surprise when the drowsy half awake puppy shows up behind you. “What are you doing?”

Jeno questions mid-yawn, thumbs rubbing his puffy sleepy eyes, having just woke up from a nap. All he did was nap when you were at work, such a lazy pup. Jungwoo drops the fabric of your robe, scooting back like he just got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“I..nothing…I…” Jungwoo scatters, eyes shifting around buying time with an excuse.

Jeno sets down next to him, flicking his twitching ear. He sighs, dropping his chin to the older pups shoulder. “You’re such a bad liar.”

“I wasn’t lying.” Jungwoo shoves him off. Refocusing on your peaceful rested face. Annoyed Jeno ruined his chances to wake you up in such a stress relieving way. He contemplates for a second, licking his lips eyeing your exposed inner thighs. “Jeno..”

The younger yawns again, brows raising releasing a sound of ‘mmph?’ In response. Jungwoo breaks into a smile, nudging his shoulder.

“You want to see something? I think you’ll really like it.” Jungwoo’s eyes glint in excitement. Finally achieving some form if entertainment, he taps Jeno’s chin, nodding forward in the direction of your laying figure.

“What..” Jeno’s expression turns worried following Jungwoo’s movements. He reaches for the hem of your robe again, opening the flaps to reveal your bare core. Thighs slightly parted enough to clearly see your folds leading down to a tight puckered hole. Jungwoo sucks in a breath of air gazing between your legs, fingers snapping in Jeno’s face.

“Come closer.” Jungwoo orders, pulling Jeno near by his shoulder. The younger’s eyes widen, mouth falling apart, gazing at your most private area.

“We shouldn’t be…doing this..” he swallows, forcing his eyes to lower. A flush of heat rushing to his cheeks picking up the sweet scent emitting from between your thighs.

Jeno often snuck into your room once you’d left for work. Spilling your unwashed clothes from your hamper, sniffing and rolling around coating in your aroma. Whimpering into pairs of underwear leaving behind your most prominent scent. It slammed into him like a truck whenever you’d workout and let him hug around your waist. Cherishing each mixture of flavors whenever alone, daring to steal a pair of your underwear to drape over his cock; writhing and groaning, fucking the fabric trapped in his fisted palm.

“Should you be jerking off into the same pair of dirty stolen panties every night?” Jungwoo taunts, lip lifting in smirk. Jeno falters, mouth opening and shutting flabbergasted. He leans in to the younger’s black furry ear, whispering- “She let’s me touch her pussy all the time. She loves it, cries and begs for more. I know she’d love it if you gave her a kiss, right there.”

Jeno’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, gazing past Jungwoo’s pointed finger aimed between your legs. Large hand covering his shoulder gently nudging him forward. He gulps, shivering nervously, allowing himself to shift closer. Jungwoo reaches for your thigh to softly pull you open further. Both puppies gaze in awe as your folds open up, hole parting, shining enticingly.

Jungwoo settles next to the couch, hand splayed across your inner thigh. He looks up at Jeno seated between your legs, hands wringing nervously, chewing on his lip with an anxious bounce.

“She’s really going to love you if you kiss her right there.” Jungwoo comforts him, reaching closer to tap your clit. A muffled ‘mmh’ releases above as you stir and adjust your shoulders. Deep sleep from such a tiring day holding you captive. “Don’t you want her to love you Jeno?”

The puppy lights up, nodding eagerly. Always seeking praise, attention, pets and extra love. He sinks forward taking in a deep inhale of your scent, eyes shooting open as it travels up his brain. Horny puppy hormones shooting straight to his dick, awakening the feral dog he keeps at bay. His mouth drops, kissing your clit tenderly. Brows furrowed together in pain, cock fattening up between his legs. The dizzying scent pours from your entrance all the more as his lips brush around your sensitive nerves, drawing the pup into a deeper cloud of haze.

“Keep doing that puppy, she likes that.” Jungwoo encourages him. Tongue dragging up your thigh, nibbling soft bites along the way.

Jeno grunts, tongue lapping between your folds like a thirsty animal. Thirsting for more of your taste, seeping down his throat like the best thing he’s ever had. His grunts and ferocious ministrations grow louder and faster. Lips wrapping around your clit with an extra harsh suck.

Your eyes fly open in moan, back arching up chasing his mouth. Jungwoo bites down on your hip roughly, smiling as you look down and find them attacking your lower half. Bewilderment encases your slowly processing half-awake thoughts, spotting the cute ears belonging to your innocent pup between your thighs.

“Jeno?!”

[hischeapcigar]

Strawberries and cigarettes part 4

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 6k  

Warning: SMUT SMUT. Minor DNI. A little angst maybe 🚬 

a/n: this got longer than I wanted it to so im breaking it further in two parts. The first part got so much love than the other 2 but im so so grateful to the readers who stuck with this series. This means so much to me. Love you mwah <3 🍓🍓 

5 months. It had been 5 months since you left Texas. Since you left your hometown. Since you left the cafe and the people you had grown to love. Since you left Joel.  

5 months of utter and complete struggle to adjust in the new place. 5 months of trying to make the new apartment you rented feel like home, though it felt like your attempts were made in vain. The walls haunted you. 

You had gotten weak. The job that you took on wasn’t merciful to you. The routine it had you wrapped around was just as cruel. Each month you would convince yourself that it’ll get better soon, but the ‘soon’ never came.  

Joel and you had stayed in contact through texts and calls for the better of the first few months but that faded away as you tried to grapple with your profession and the wicked people it offered.  

Except for Luna, who stuck by you, holding you together, but he too was transferred to some other city; leaving you with the monsters.  

You wanted to leave the job and apply somewhere else, but you had signed the contract for 6 months. Plus, you didn't want to upset Luna who practically fought the head of department for your place in the school. Probably that's why they didn’t like you as much, they wanted someone else to take the position, as the head instructor.  

- 

  You paused as the reflection looked back at you, the silver hint of the chain disappearing under your shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked fresh and excited.  

With trembling hands, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. Her bloodshot eyes met yours, as she sniffled, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes.  

You sighed sadly, “Mom, you’re making it harder for me to leave,”  

She shook her head as she tried to get control of herself, “i just didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon,” 

You hugged her instantly, “it’s okay mom, I'll be fine,”  

She pulled back, grabbing your hands, “promise me,” you looked at her confused, before she clarified, “promise me that you will come back in 3 months, I'm not used to you being apart for such a long time-” 

“Mom 3 months is too early-” you argued 

“I don't care, you have to come back even for 15 days-” 

“This is not how it works-”  

‘Make it work, y/n” her voice was stern 

“Listen, I must make a good impression on the job, right? Can't go asking them for vacations in less than a half year,” 

Your mother looked at you unamused by your explanation,  

“Okay how about 6 months-” 

“No-” she cut you off 

Your father honked the truck, calling your name  

“Coming!” you craned your neck as you yelled your response, 

“For a month, I'll stay for a month, if I come back after 6 months” you offered, which caught her,  

“Fine, but you better stick to your promise and not excuse yourself and leave early”  

  Your mother’s sound echoed in your head as your eyes raked over your figure in the mirror reflection in the bathroom and a shiver ran down your spine as the images of your past-self flashed through your mind.  

Subconsciously you traced your fingertips on your cheeks, feeling the sickness.  

The sound of your alarm blaring from your room snapped you back to reality. Another morning you woke up earlier than you had to. Sleep was a luxury you were robbed of when you moved to LA. All night you twist and turn, then the small amount of sleep is quickly shaken away a few hours later; decorating your face with dark circles under your eyes.  

- 

  You entered your cabin as you started to catch up on the tasks at hand. Sitting in front of the computer, time passed quickly when you busied yourself, ignoring how no one invited you for lunch or breaks. 

“Hey, y/n!” Paul leaned over in your cabin  

Except Paul. He acknowledged your presence. Probably because Luna was his best friend or you could be wrong, who knew.  

He invited you for lunch, but you had started to politely reject his invitations after you learned that other colleagues didn’t enjoy your presence.  

- 

  “The only people who should be anxious are the ones awaitin’ ya there, the absolute sunshine in their lives, damn they’re lucky you’re blessing them with your presence”  

Joel said just before he blew smoke into the air. You had mentioned to him how worried you were about leaving the following morning.  

You scoffed, “I don't know, Joel,” you sighed, “it feels unreal”  

You both lied on the back of his truck staring at the dark sky that played the ceiling. Your head was on his shoulder as you fiddled with his hand. He brought your connected hands to his lips as he pressed a firm kiss on your knuckles,  

“I know you’re gonna rock it, and when you come back, you’ll tell me all about it, won’t ya?”  

You hummed in response    

“Don’t change for anyone, sweetheart,” he pecked your forehead 

“I won’t” you promised 

  - 

You sighed heavily, leaning back on the chair. As you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes to keep the tears from falling.  

Once again thoughts of Joel plagued your mind. You tried to keep them at bay during work and let them flood in as you sank to the floor in your kitchen as you get drunk on wine in the middle of night 

It was like you left Texas, but you somehow stayed there. 

  The month went disturbingly slow; You had a few hours of sleep at night before you woke up and lied in bed, feeding your mind with memories of Texas, memories of Joel. You’d go to the school and pray that the day was better than yesterday, but it hardly was. You’d come back to the apartment, try to eat but couldn’t. Then go back to the endless assignments. Drink wine at night to numb your brain before the effects of wine lull you to sleep.  

It was the end of September, the end of the contract, the end of misery, you hoped. You were packing your stuff from the cabin when you noticed an envelope. You would’ve had dropped it for later, but it was from Paul, so you stopped to read,  

It was a job offer from a different school. They needed teachers and not office work like the current. You were surprised at how a chance of new job still excited you  

You went to your apartment and had Paul drive you to the airport, you discussed the next job, it seemed better, but you put that topic aside, I'll apply when I return from Texas. 

Few more hours and you’re home.  

- 

Joel has always been a tough man but how did y/n seep through his heart, breaking the hard exterior was a mystery to him.  

Hell, he even had shed a tear as he watched you leave that morning. How badly he wanted to run up to you to hold you one last time till you both met again. If you meet again.  

Every night he twisted and turned in his bed, the memories haunting his mind. The texts and calls came to a halt after a few months. He still waited for your reply, but the texts never came. He hoped and prayed that you were okay even if you were too busy to talk to him.  

It had been 6 months since you had left. 6 months of absolute misery. 6 months of Sarah and Tommy trying to cheer him up. But he just couldn’t. y/n was a part of him, and no contact was eating him alive.  

He used to stare at the spot in the cafe where you usually stood. He couldn’t find iit in himself to step inside the cafe, knowing he might break down.  

“Shoulda stopped her man” tommy had said a couple times 

Sarah had caught on to your relationship from the way he stopped going out at night, the way Joel had lost his light.  

 She had confronted him a few days after the unusual bitter change in his attitude and he had admitted without thinking twice.  

- 

You were standing on the front porch of your house, hearing your heart thudding in your ears. Sweat covering your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists, nervous habit. 

With a trembling hand you knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute or two before the door swung open revealing your mother. She squealed as she took in your form. She lurched at you, engulfing you in a hug.�� 

“Hi mom,” your voice was strained from the bone crushing hug she had you in 

She pulled you inside, stammering about how excited she was, the smile not fading from her face. 

She turned to see you again and her smile dropped along with the bag she gripped.  

Moving closer, she grabbed your face as a layer of tears coated her wide eyes,  

“What happened to you?” Her voice was low as her gaze as she examined your entire face.  

You laughed though it lacked sincerity, you didn’t want to worry your mother. “Oh, it’s nothing mom, I'm just tired,”  

You were surprised to see your father was actually glad to see you. The night was relaxing to your mind that went haywire for 6 months straight. Your parents retired to their bedroom, and you returned to yours.  

A part of you wanted to wait for the next day to meet Joel but the bigger part of you wanted to see him as soon as you could.  

Your thumbs danced across the keyboard as you thought about the words to say  

J- “will you be able to call tonight?”  

His last message was left on delivered and you felt guilt consuming your mind. You regretted not talking to him, but you were too busy trying to fit in in with a place you weren’t welcomed in.  

After several minutes of contemplating what to text Joel to get him to go to the Haven, you gave up and texted David instead. 

David was a sweet old man, the owner of the hut close to the strawberry garden.  You were glad Joel had introduced you to each other all those months ago and somewhere in between you had exchanged numbers.  

You told David to call Joel to his gardens and not to tell him about your return. With an “okay” as his reply, you sat back and waited for his second text letting you know Joel was there.  

After an hour later, your phone chimed,  

David- “he’s here”  

You quickly rushed to the door and hopped in your car. Reaching there wasn’t hard since you had memorized the route.  

You parked your car beside Joel as soon as the hut came into view. The lights were on inside the hut and the blood rushed into your face as you took your steps closer to the door.  

You saw David coming out of the hut but there was no sign of Joel behind him. You were confused at first. As David came close enough, you asked 

“Where’s he?”  

“Inside” but your face was still questioning him, he then added, “didn’t want to interrupt your reunion, kiddo”  

You smiled gratefully at him, “thank you, David”  

“I told him I had a call to attend, now go before his restless soul come out looking for me” he chuckled 

You nodded your head as you continued your journey. The door was slightly ajar as you peaked in. Joel was seated on one of the small sofas. His head was rested on the back of the couch, eyes closed. He looked tired. 

You smiled at his sight before pushing open the door,  

His eyes fluttered open at the creaking sound and met yours. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth agape. It almost looked like the first time you had met.  

He got up quickly as you entered the small hut, 

As he drew near to you and grabbed your hands, he uttered your name like a prayer as he tried to convince himself that you were actually here and that he hadn't suddenly started seeing hallucinations of you. 

“Hi, Joel” the words left your lips and in an instant, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your flushed against his chest. Tightening his hold on you, as he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent. As if breathing for the first time again.  

“God, I missed you so much” his voice wavered,  

He pulled away, his hand moved from your waist to cradle your face before he littered kisses on your face, on your forehead, your right cheek, your left cheek, your nose, coming to a halt as his lips hovered over yours, it felt like the first time again when you were laying on top of him all the months ago,  

He gave in as he placed his lips on yours. You both sighed as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. You granted him entrance as his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand holding your face firmly, while the other was tangled in your hair. His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. You missed the taste of strawberries on his lips.  

All of your exhaustion vanished from your body just being in his arms; he was like a breath of new air.  

“When d’ya come back?” he asked as he pulled away, his nose nudging yours 

“Tonight” you replied untangling yourself from him as you moved to the couch,  

“Wait- where’s David- how did you know I was-” his face was confused, brows furrowed as he followed you, taking a seat beside you. You grinned at him, and like a click all the pieces fell together. 

“You set this up?” he asked, eyes wide 

You hummed as you let your head fall on his shoulder, hands intertwining like a habit. 

“How was everything?” he asked rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand 

“Eh, it was okay, I'm just glad to be home, missed you so much”  

He turned his face enough to kiss the crown of your head,   

“couldn’t have missed me more than I did” you heard Joel say, 

Your mind wandered to how Joel would have missed you, how he texted you and you couldn’t reply. As much as you tried to stay in the moment and not let all the bad memories flood in, you squeezed his hand to ground yourself, to tell yourself that you’re home now, you're with Joel and that the worst is over. 

Joel felt your trembling hands squeeze his and your breathing quickened. He nudged your head on your shoulder. You sat up, bringing your knees to your chest, your arms hugging your legs.  

His heart shattered when he closely scanned your face. Your cheekbones more prominent, skin was paler than the last time he saw you, you had gotten weak. Your collarbones were protruded out and that's when he saw the locket disappearing inside your shirt. His chest warmed at the thought that you still had it.  

Subconsciously he reached for the chain and pulled it out, his fingers tracing over his initial 

“I never took it off, y’know” your words made him look at you and you saw tiredness in his eyes. 

What had he been through? 

He let go of the chain as he grabbed your hands and tugged it towards himself. You were confused at first but gave in as you saw a silent plea in his eyes. He helped you sit on his lap.  

Your cheeks flushed at the close intimacy, sure you had kissed him like this before but after so long, it felt new again.  

He slid his hand on your hip. He rubbed circles against your skin that revealed, as your skirt had ridden up in the position. He was touch starved, he had spent too long without you, he didn’t want to be separated for a second now. 

With the other hand, he traced his fingers on the side of your face, before gently cradling your face.  

As if you were communicating with mind, you knew what he was looking at, you knew he was worried about the state of you.  

“You weren’t okay there” his voice was above a whisper, he wasn’t asking, he was concluding. it seemed he read your eyes about every day that you spent there, 

Taking his hand that cradled your face, you pressed a light kiss on his wrist. Another kiss on the rising pulse on his wrist,  

“I’m okay now” despite your efforts of keeping your voice intact, Joel caught on the part where it cracked,  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulled you into his chest, your head was hurting by how long you had held back the tears 

His hand on your thigh rubbing your skin and before either of you knew, you had started crying. The way Joel held you so delicately had cracked the walls that kept you from crying. Joel hugged you tightly as you unleashed your past pain.  

He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear,  

You’re home, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s okay 

After your crying ceased, you pulled away your head from his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks.  

With his hands holding you from your waist, you looked down between you as you fiddled with your fingers, 

“Tell me all about it, darling” he said quietly, not pushing you 

And so, you did. You told him everything without filtering any part. And he listened to everything attentively. You felt his hand tightening and his jaw slackening when you told him about how some people never welcomed you. He wiped tears that silently escaped your eyes without your notice, when it got to painful parts.  

You felt better, you felt lighter by the time you were done.  

“Though I don't know if I should take up on Paul’s offer,”  

“Darling, you’re here to relax, give it time and think about it when you’re well rested,”  

You hummed, dropping our head on his shoulder. A deep sigh left your lips as you felt his hands tracing up your thigh.  

You and Joel had never discussed about sex, none of you felt the need to. You both were way too lost in the non-sexual intimacy, but it didn't mean you never wanted to explore Joel beneath the garments he wore. Sure, there had been silent touches like this but that was it.  

Joel’s touch awoke goosebumps on your skin as you shivered lightly. You turned your head on his shoulder and your gaze fell to the clock. 2:15.  

You quickly faced Joel,  

“Joel, it’s 2:15! Does Sarah know you’re out?”  

His heavy tired eyes held so much adoration at your worry about Sarah,  

“Yes, she went to bed, told her not to wait for me”  

He leaned in and kissed your lips, “come over tomorrow night” he mumbled,  

You giggled, “you know we can’t” you kissed him, as if you were drunk on his lips 

He pulled away, getting a whine from you, smiling “I mean you leave your house anyway, we could hang out at my place,”  

You blinked at him, not finding any issue with that, except “but this is our place”  

“And it will be, just wanna treat you real nice, y’know-” 

“Joel miller, are you asking me out for a date?” you teased 

He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding, “I'm tryin’ darlin’”  

You pecked the corner of his mouth, “okay”  

You got up off his lap, “do you think there’s water in here?” you asked as you went further inside the hut,  

“David said it’s in the fridge, can you bring me too?” He called out but you had forgotten water as you looked at how beautiful the hut was. It was made of all wood. There was a small bedroom in the corner, the kitchen wasn’t spacious either, but the window opened to a field. You wondered why David stopped living here. 

 You turned around to check the fridge when you saw a picture of a couple stuck on the fridge, it was David with his arms around his wife. You had never met her, but she was beautiful. 

You took the picture in your hand as you swiped your thumb across the small portrait. David looked younger than he was now. The smiles they displayed were too pure and kind. You wondered what their love story would have gone through- 

“Hey,” Joel’s soft call startled you regardless of his efforts of not scaring you, 

“Oh-hi, sorry I just got sidetracked by their picture,” you apologized as you poured yourself and him water,  

After a casual conversation in the kitchen, you both went home with a promise of a date tomorrow. 

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    Your hands trembled as you put on lipstick. You were nervous and you weren’t even exactly sure why. Maybe the fact that you had a wet dream about him just an hour before you have to meet him.  

You had met Joel a thousand times but having a proper date, that too in his house was not something you had anticipated when you returned to the town.  

Your body was restless as you moved around the room looking for things. Your mind kept flashing the events from your dreams. You smoothed your hands down your dress one last time as you looked in the mirror.  

Red frock with thin shoulder straps hugged your curves perfectly and ended just above your knee. You wore your matching heels as you descended from the stairs.  

Your mother was in the kitchen making dinner when you sneaked up on her,  

“Mom, I'm going to my friend’s she invited me for dinner” you informed 

She took a double take looking at you, “honey, is it a fancy gathering?”  

You never really dressed up on friends’ dinner, “um yeah, sort of”  

You drove to Joel’s place; your palms were sweaty. You knew it was risky, so you parked the car at a distance from his house. You walked quickly, hiding your face, you rang the bell and stood back, your hands gripping the purse tight.  

Joel opened the door as if he was already waiting by it,  

“Hey- oh my God,” his eyes travelled from your head down to your toes, his breath hitched. He was completely speechless at how gorgeous you looked standing in front of him,  

You felt flustered under his intense gaze as he shook his head snapping himself from the reverie as he stepped aside, extending his hand for you to take,  

“Come in, m’lady”  

“Oh?” you giggled, taking his hand “your southern charm is kicking in”  

“Darlin’ I saved the best for night like these,” his hand was on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room,  

“Is y/n here, dad?” you heard Sarah calling from her bedroom,  

“Damn right she is” he marveled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling he’ll be back in a minute 

You took that small moment to check out Joel's house. It was warm and welcoming. Probably homier than your own.  

“y/n!” you heard Sarah squeal as she threw herself on you  

You caught her as she hugged you, “God, I missed you so much!” her voice muffled  

“I missed you too so much,” your arms tightened around her 

You both sat on the couch, “y/n, I'm so glad you’re back, dad was totally losing it” the revelation made your heart skip a beat,  

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed 

“Uh- y’know he was really stressed, like a cloud always hanging on his head, even Uncle tommy figured it was because of you-”  

“Sarah, what are you still doing here? Stacy and her dad are waiting for you outside-” Joel emerged from the kitchen 

“Yeah- yeah I was just going dad” she said before looking at you, “I'll see you soon, right?”  

“Yeah of course! We’ll catch up later, have fun!”  

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You and Joel sat at the table eating your dinner in a comfortable silence. You complimented his cooking, making him blush. When you both were done eating, you started to collect plates. 

“No, Joel, I've got it, no big deal” you protested 

“Darling, I can’t have you dealing with dishes, not when you’re looking drop dead gorgeous” he collected some dishes himself as he followed you in the kitchen 

“Its fiiine” you sang 

You stood in front of the sink, ready to wash the dishes when a pair of hands grabbed your waist and gently pushed you to the side,  

“Jus’ sit there and look pretty for me” he smirked as he pointed his chin toward the dining table 

“I can sit right here-” you hopped on the counter nearby before making sure it was clean, legs dangling as you watched him do the dishes. Sarah’s words ringing in your head,  

It was oddly domestic and surprisingly it felt natural. You had the glass of unfinished wine in your hand which you sipped as you watched Joel. You replayed the dream in your head, how the curve of his nose nudged your skin as his lips caressed the skin of your tummy, moving down to- 

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he countered  

“Yeah, it's so good” you smirked 

He dried his hands on the towel before making his way to you, “so, where were we?” His voice was low as he came closer. You subconsciously opened your legs to fit him in between. His slutty waist was even sluttier than what you saw in your dreams 

His hands found their place on your waist, “did I tell you looked so beautiful?” his breath fanned over your lips 

“Yeah, you did” you were shying away and avoiding eye contact by the way you were so turned on. You just wanted him to rip your clothes apart and just fuck you- 

“Hey,” his firm voice cut through your thoughts as he took the glass from you to put it aside, “look at me” he demanded, and you obeyed. 

His eyes were dark with love and lust, the look alone pooled heat between your legs. You remembered the look he gave you in your dream as he fucked you relentlessly. You nibbled your lower lip from keeping your thoughts to yourself. But your lustrous eyes had given away  

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, he knew but he still asked. Though it was written all over your face  

“N-nothing-” you stammered 

He tutted, “no lies, darling”  

You sighed as he led your hands to the back of his neck,  

“Joel I-” you weren’t sure if it was right to share your thoughts, what if he doesn’t like you off clothes what if-  

He read you like an open book, “None of that,” he gripped your chin, so you looked straight dead into his eyes, “calm your mind, honey” your mouth agape as how did he read your mind,  

He leaned in and captured your lips,  

“Tell me what you need,” his kisses left you mouth as he trailed down the side of your neck 

“Say it, I'll make it come true” he nipped and licked your sensitive spot on your neck 

“You, Joel” you gripped his shirt as he sucked a bruise beneath your ear, 

“Me what?” his kisses were feverish, intense, you couldn't hold it back any longer 

“I need you, Joel”  

You closed your eyes scared if you had crossed the line, but there was Joel again making you face him, cradling your face 

“Then you’ll have me”  

You gasped at his words as his hands travel to your shoulder straps which he pulled down. He kissed his way down to your arm.  

You couldn't help but squirm in his hold making him groan, “relax baby, will treat ya real nice”  

Suddenly he picked you as he carried you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.  

As soon as he reached the bedroom, he didn’t bother turning on the light letting the moonlight illuminate the bedroom.  

He set you on the floor, as he pulled away from the kiss, he turned you around as whispered in your ear, “may I?” as his fingertips found the zipper on your back 

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded frantically, aching for his touch,  

“Words” his voice dominant 

“Yes, please Joel” you meweled  

He unzipped the dress, letting his fingers trail on the skin it exposed. Once done, he let the dress pool on your feet.  

You tried to turn around to face him but his hands on your hips stopped you. He began kissing your shoulder blades, leaving butterfly kisses till he reached your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your front,  

Moving slowly, teasingly to trace the bottom of your breasts. He traced the lace of your lingerie,  

“You knew we’d get here tonight?” he whispered  

“I hoped to” you admitted 

 Enough of having his teases you grasped his hands in yours as you put them on your bra covered breasts. He grunted as he played with your boobs, 

He carefully unhooked your bra before turning you around. His breath hitched as he took in your form, 

“God you’re so-” he traced your boobs delicately, “so fucking beautiful” he breathed as he pulled you in for a kiss as he moved towards the bed,  

“Lie down for me darling” he says 

You did as he said and placed yourself on the bed, feeling bold you played with your boobs as you whimpered. He let out a strained sound as he watched you.  

He fumbled with his buttons as he tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could, he threw his flannel followed by his jeans 

As soon as he was done, he crawled up on you, smashing his lips. His hands squeezing your boobs. His lips left yours as he trailed his lips south. He kissed your neck, then moving down he took one of your boobs in his mouth. You cried his name at the feeling. His hand squeezed your ass as his tongue rolled over your nipple. He lightly bit your nipple earning another strangled moan from you, he paid the same attention to the other boob.   

His placed kissed on your stomach as he moved down and stopped right above your panties.  

“Dirty girl, you’ve already stained your panties, I haven’t even touched you there yet”  

“Joel please” you arched your back, just wanting him to take off the border between your aching heat and his touch 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties as he yanked them down,  

he pulled you to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down  

“All this for me?” he asked as he gawked at the juices you had spilled just by his kisses and touches 

“All for you, please touch me”  

He smirked, “so eager huh?” he said but whatever answer you had in mind was converted into a moan as he swiped his tongue along your pussy 

He moaned and your mind went dizzy at his sound,  

“You taste so good, baby,”  

He licked all the juices, eating you out like a starved man. He flickered his tongue on your entrance pulling out a streak of moans from you, “oh you like that?” as he repeated his action 

He put his finger inside you without a warning, receiving a gasp from you. His mouth not leaving your pussy as he started to pump his finger in and out. He hummed as you tugged at his hair tightly.  

You could feel the tightening in your stomach as you moaned his name 

Just like the first, he plunged his middle finger in, without a warning, “you were a moaning mess above him, 

“I’m close Joel, so close” 

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as he commanded  

“Cum in my mouth darling”  

His permission was all you needed before the coil snapped and you came all over his face and he drank in every drop. 

You covered your face with both hands as embarrassment coated you.  

Joel crawled back up, “hey, hey, let me look at the girl who just gave me a trip to heaven” he removed your hands from your face, pining them above your head 

He kissed you and you moaned, tasting yourself on your lips. You freed your hand from his hand as you sneaked it in between both of your bodies as you grabbed his hard member from his briefs,  

“His turn, now?” you smirked up at him  

“He just wants to be inside you” he rolled his clothed core to your pussy 

“Oh please,” you moaned just by the thought of it 

He got rid of the briefs and swiped his fingers on your pussy to collect the juices on his fingers as he stroke his member.  

Your eyes were wide as you took in its length, suddenly nervous, and Joel saw it  

“Joel I-”  

“Don't worry sweetheart, you’ll take it I know”  

He nudged the tips of his cock to your entrance, his eyes silently asking for permission before he slowly pushed in. Your breath quickened as he moved his way in  

Just as you thought he was in,  

“Almost there, just a bit more” his voice came in 

There was more? 

He rubbed your clit with his fingers as he pushed in until he bottomed out.  

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before you squirmed,  

“Joel move” 

He pulled all the way out before slamming back in swift motion,  

“Faster, Joel”  

“You’re taking me so well,” you heard him grunt 

You moaned as he picked up more pace, feeling his balls hit your inner thighs as he pushed in. He grunted as he maintained his pace. You could feel your second climax approaching  

He brought his lips to yours, swallowing every noise that you made. The bed rattled against the wall as he slammed into you. Your hands clasped his shoulders, making sure to leave half-moons on his skin with our nails. 

“Joel, I'm close” you gasped 

“I can feel you clenching around me, hungh it's so good, baby you're so good” he kept praising you  

The pleasure and pain combined was too much. He slipped his hand between your connected bodies as he rubbed your clit.  

Your eyes opened wide, and your climax skyrocketed. You were chanting his name like a prayer, “pleasepleaseplease Joel let me cum,”  

He stayed silent as he continued his sweetest torture on your clit, grunting every other minute, 

You shook your head, tears forming from pleasure he was giving you, but you just wanted to let go,  

“Joel-” you croaked, 

“Let it go, darling” he whispered, and you came undone right then and there 

Joel’s fingers didn’t leave your pussy and rode your high until you were done. Only then he pulled out his cock and spilled over your lower stomach and inner thighs.  

He flopped on the bed face first beside you.  

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. After lying limp for a while, Joel rose from the bed, a smile gracing your lips at the sight of naked Joel running to the bathroom.  

Having closed your eyes, you didn’t feel him returning until you felt the damp cloth on your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact with your over stimulated pussy.  

You watched him with hooded eyes, too lazy to say anything.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips placing a kiss on your clit once before cleaning the mess and tossing the cloth away.  

He was quick to return by your side, engulfing you in his arms, you felt content, you felt loved, you felt at home.  

“Wish you could stay the night” Joel murmured in your ear 

Your back to his chest, you traced your fingers on his arms that hugged you. “I wish so, too” you replied quietly,  

You both had the same thing in mind, one month till you left.  

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✧˖°ʚ🍵ɞ♡Sicktember Day 1[I’m not hungover, I’m just sick]Jeckole Angst- Class of ‘09✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

A/N: Day 1 of @sicktember’s 2024 Event! I really had fun doing this even though it was a time crunch cause I was just aware of the event like yesterday, but it’s fine. 🌊🫧Info!🫧🌊 730~ words

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Tw!- Heavy swearing, drug abuse + mention of vomit. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Jecka slams open Nicole’s bedroom door, an obscene amount of annoyance washed away as she spots the brunette rotting in her bed in the humid room, which feels like being in a gym locker room.

Somehow, Nicole still looks appealing to the male demographic even if she is sickly pale with eyebags so deep you could’ve mistaken them for potholes.

She coughs, and smiles wanly at her. “Hey Jecka,”

“Oh shit are you okay?” Immediately at Nicole’s side, Jecka looks at her, feeling the creases and wrinkles under Nicole’s eyes. Her ebbing annoyance spikes up again.

“Ugh, did you try that MySpace challenge, the one where they’d snort a foot long line of whatever drug they could find? You know people actually died from that shit right?”

“When did you keep up with the news? No, I’m just down with the flu. I’m not that crazy,”

“The Spanish Flu?! Yeah right, don’t fucking lie to me. No one looks this bad when having the flu. Where’s the stash?” 

“Well I am!” Nicole snaps. “I get sick easily.I’ve been convulsing and throwing up for hours, couldn’t you tell?” She points to the evident putrid vomit bucket, almost filled to the brim with puke beside the bed. 

“Ew, shouldn’t your mom, like, empty that?” Jecka scrunches up her face.

“No, she’s too busy stocking up her medicine cabinet with beta blocker to care… Speaking of, can you get me some Paracetamol from there? Everywhere hurts like hell,” 

Jecka sighs “Knowing you, you’d probably mix it with bedside stash of Xanax, crush it up and snort it, so no, stay hurting like hell,”

“Fuck you, whore,”

Jecka rolls her eyes and sits down on the side of the bed. 

“That being said, I’m really concerned about you Nicole. This life isn't good for you…”

“Who are you? My friend or a guidance counsellor that isn’t trying to fuck me?”

“Okay you know what? Fuck you, I’ll just tell you straight. You’re fucked up and need help, and not even the cool sexy way that people fantasise about. The way people are being put in the mental asylum fucked up. And I’m sorry I can’t be like you, or even want to be like you, bu-” 

“Oh don’t make me laugh. We’ve popped percs and have done drugs together, don’t act all high and mighty now, when you yourself is as bad as I am,”

Jecka hesitates, scrambling her brain to say something as equally smart as her statement only 10 seconds ago.

“Well- atleast I don’t take the illegal shit, just fucking around with kid stuff to blow off some steam! You know, the ones that literally every high schooler would take in high school?”

“Oh, just because what I use is illegal makes me worse than you huh? The outcome is the same, isn’t it? The reason we take it is the same, is it not? Using it to get off some steam. So when I use an alternative you don’t like, then, I’m in the wrong?” Nicole’s face is manic, insane, testing Jecka’s will to not just bend her back over to agree with Nicole, like she usually does.

“Stop trying to act all philosophical and shit to guilt me into agreeing with you. I’m just trying to help,” A tentative step backwards. Look at you Jecka! Making progress!

“I don’t need your fucking help Jessica.” Nicole chucks the bucket at Jecka, who swiftly dodges it, all but some vomit finding its new home on her shirt. 

After that, she just…

Snaps.

Jecka shoves Nicole, making her hit the headboard, earning a bunch of her hair being roughly pulled, almost ensuring her to be left with a bald patch on her scalp.

“What, the FUCK NICOLE? I WANT TO HELP BECAUSE WE ARE  FRIENDS! WHAT, JUST BECAUSE I’LL BEND MY BACK OVER FOR MOST THINGS YOU ASK ME TO DO MAKES ME YOUR LITTLE PLAYTHING? YOU’RE FUCKED UP AND NEED TO BE LOCKED UP!”

“I DONT NEED YOUR HELP, AND I NEVER DID. JUST FUCK OFF!”

Ouch. That must’ve stung. But if it hurt Jecka, no evidence of it showed on her face.

“OKAY I WILL” Jecka slams the door shut, a gross trail of footprints tailing behind her.

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