#molly rolls like rolling a blunt

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in new york i molly roll

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[dolcekissy]

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: ̗̀➛ dealer!rafe lets reader get high on something other than weed, he's always liked you but doesn't want to get attached to you. but ends up giving in and fucking you anyway.

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disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of drugs, taking & using drugs. mentions of sex, p in v, and mentions of drug deals.

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rafe has it bad for you. you're absolutely gorgeous, your body is beautiful, your smile lights up the darkest rooms, and you're the sweetest bun he's ever met.

he refuses to admit it though ─ he's a drug dealer and doesn't need to be worried about a girl or better yet, bringing a girl around his deals and around his money. his money is dirty and so is he ─ there's no need to get attached to a girl that's too precious to be around that shit.

especially a girl like you ─ you're too sweet to get addicted to some random shit like he did. you're too sweet to end up like half of the fuckers he sells drugs to. you're too sweet to be around the negative, dark side of drug dealers.

he refuses to give you anything but weed, too pretty and too sweet to let drugs corrupt you. he refuses to be anything to you but your drug dealer, too pretty and too sweet to let him corrupt you.

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"hey doll, got your shit right here." he smiles softly as he leans over and grabs a bag of weed for you ─ you start to notice every time you're buying off of him, the bags get bigger and bigger and you pay less and less.

"thank you, rafey." you smile up at him ─ grabbing the bag from him while your manicured nails drag over his hand. with the furrow of your brows and the sight of you biting your inner cheek, he's already asking what's going on.

"what're you thinkin' about?" you shrug your shoulders lightly while inspecting the bag of weed he handed you. "wanna try something else." he shakes his head and sits down on the couch behind him ─ his thumb swiping over his nose as his legs spread.

no, no, no ─ too sweet to be dealing with anything else other than weed.

"no can do, doll ─ already told you all you can get from me is weed." he looks up at you with a stern look, "cant have you fuckin' up knowing its my fault."

you whine and pout your plump, glossy lips at him ─ walking closer to him and sitting down next to him. "please? pretty please, rafey? i'll only do it once, okay?" he shakes his head, his eyes darting around the room as he scratches his jaw. "nope."

but you look so fucking pretty when you pout, so pretty.

you grab his hands, subconsciously bringing them closer to your chest as you intertwine your fingers with his. his breath hitches as you beg him and his hands being dangerously close to your chest.

but you sound so fucking pretty when you beg, so sweet.

"fuck ─ okay, okay fine. but you're stayin' with me 'til it wears off, got it?" you eagerly nod your head as rafe stands up and walks over to his stash ─ grabbing a pill and walking back over to you. you grab the pill from his hand and observe it, "what is it?"

"molly."

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you felt so fucking good. rafe looked so good, the music he was playing sounded good, every time he brushed against you felt good. everything feels and looks so fucking good.

you look over at rafe sitting next to you with a giggle, his head turns to you with furrowed brows and a soft smile. "you good?" you nod your head slowly ─ still staring at him while giggling.

"feel so good." he chuckles softly, smoking on a blunt he just rolled not too long ago and turning his attention to the tv. "yeah?" he says quietly, looking at you again with raised brows.

you nod your head slowly again, your eyes slowly moving around the room with a soft smile on your lips. "yeah." you whisper. you lean your head back against the couch and let out a soft, content sigh while closing your eyes.

he watches your chest rise softly, your long lashes fluttering against your cheeks ─ your glossy, plump lips part as soft breaths leave your lips.

you're so fucking pretty it hurts.

he watches you open your eyes, looking at him with a dazed look and a soft smile. you stare at him for a moment, studying his lips and his nose ─ his pretty eyes and eyebrows. he looks so good.

you don't say a word as you lean closer to him, slowly moving your body onto his lap ─ never breaking eye contact with him. he watches your legs wrap around his waist, his eyes trailing up your body until he meets your eyes.

you look so fucking pretty on top of him. no, no, no he can't get attached.

your lips slowly attach to his neck, kissing and sucking and licking ─ it feels so good but you're too sweet, too pretty to be around the shit he's around. he knows if he fucks you ─ you're not leaving him. he can't do it.

but he's groaning and leaning his head back, giving you more room to lick up his neck and suck tiny, sweet marks on him ─ his hands gripping your hips tightly, grinding your hips into his slowly as your lips finally meet his, moaning softly against his lips as his hard, clothed cock brushes against your clothed clit.

but his eyes are rolling back when the sounds of your pretty moans fill his ears ─ his hands trailing up your back for a moment before he pulls your baby tee off of you, his eyes wide and a throaty groan leaving his lips at the sight of your bare chest. he stares up at you for a moment before his lips attach to your pretty, pretty nipples ─ sucking and licking them like his life depends on it.

but he's slowly pushing you back to pull your shorts down, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the sight of your pink, lace thong ─ harshly grabbing at your hips to bring you back to him after pulling it off.

holy fuck, you're so fucking pretty ─ can't fuck you, no, no, no.

but he lets you pull his gray sweatpants down, his underwear sliding down his thighs too. he lets your hands slowly reach his shirt, pulling at it as he rushes to take it off. he lets you lean forward and kiss his lips again, he lets you lick his teeth and suck on his pink tongue.

but he lets you reach down and line his hard cock up at your entrance, groaning softly when you move his cock to rub against your puffy clit ─ groaning loudly when you sink down on him with a loud moan. it feels so fucking good.

he lets you bounce on his cock, throwing your head back. you feel so good, he feels so good, everything feels so good - so high you can feel his cock sliding in and out on you on a different level. his lips find your neck, leaving his marks - marking his territory.

no, no, no. cant stop it feels so good ─ you're mine. mine, mine, mine.

he lets you whine and moan, his hands gripping your hips as he meets your thrusts. he lets you stop bouncing on him as you lean your head against his shoulder ─ crying out as he fucks his cock up into your soaking pussy.

"feels so good, rafey. so good." he groans, his head leaning forward and resting against your pretty tits as he moves faster ─ his eyes rolling back when your moans get prettier, louder, closer together.

he lets your pussy clench around his thick cock, suffocating him. he lets your nails dig into his back and shoulders, he lets you cry out his name.

say it again. rafe, rafe, rafe. it's yours to scream, it's yours. yours, yours, yours. fuck.

he lets his hands grip onto the fat of your hips and ass as he moves faster ─ you're so high, so fucking high and it feels so fucking good. the sounds of your skin slapping against his, his groans, the feeling of his cock is the only thing you can feel, all you can hear ─ so euphoric.

he lets you cry and scream his name as you cum around his cock. he lets himself cum inside of you, marking you. his territory. his girl. his.

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[popcornforone]

All Inclusive

A Dave York Fan Fic

Sorry it’s been a while people. Life, the Olympics & lots of WIP trying to work out what to do next has consumed my mind. But here we are, it’s a Dave York Saturday & we are here to get naughty with our favourite Stabby Murder Daddy.

Synopsis:- Dave asks you his nanny to accompany him & his family on holiday in Hawaii, but does the trip have alternative motives.

Word count:- 3500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Unfaithful, affair. Anal, oral, PIV, consenting adultery, swearing, alcohol, choking, squirting, cum play ,controlling Dom vibes, rough sex, spanking, sex toys. Basically Dave is a menace at home & away.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy. All feedback is welcome .

He’s been fucking you for months. Carols job means that often she’s not around when he’s back from a mission. So why not use the nanny. You didn’t protest. You’d fancied Dave for the 8 months before these daliances started. Now on a Tuesday morning after his run, you make sure you’re just in your underwear cleaning the kitchen. He will stroll in, sweating & grab a glass of orange juice from the fridge before bending you over the island in the kitchen & fucking your arse. You’d never done anal before Dave but you now wish you had, knowing how ferocious & good Dave is. He also fucks you after any mission & a Sunday night. In fact Dave fucks you more than your last boyfriend did in total.

So after months of sex, Dave comes home one day looking excited. He bounces towards Carol as you make dinner, the girls are watching cartoons in the other end of the kitchen.

“Ladies, we’re going on holiday”

“Really?” Carol screeches, clapping her hand.

“Yep, 2 weeks in Hawaii in 2 weeks time”

“I’m not sure I can get the annual leave at such short notice” Carol says concerned her husband is being so reckless & spontaneous.

“You don’t like your job anyhow, just quit” Daves blunt in his response. This makes Carol laugh.

“I’m sure work can cover me”

“Exactly” Carol then give Dave a huge kiss on his cheek.

“Hear that girls a nice little family holiday just for 4 of us…”

“5”

“5?” Carol ask & then Dave points at you.

“She’s coming too, I want some alone time with my wife, she can look after Molly & Alice” you turn your head & look at Dave.

“Really? Mr York?”

“Really, & don’t worry you will get some days away from us too & I’ll pay you double for when we aren’t with the kids too.”

“I don’t know what to say, thank you”

“That’s more than generous Dave” Carol raises an eyebrow. “But it does mean I get time with you so, thank you deary” Carol says in a condescending way.

That night Dave fucks you hard & rough. Carol had gone out with friends so Dave made the most of his opportunity once the kids were asleep, & you were bent in half, feet up by your head as he pounded your pussy. He’s very interested in trying out new positions after finding out you were double jointed, especially as he has now been able to make you squirt for him. He also loves to look at you flutter & clamp around him as you take his girthy length.

“Fuck fuck fuck Dave fuck…” his hand goes over your mouth.

“Don’t make me smother you with a pillow again” all this this makes him go faster. His thumb on your clit not missing a beat as you give in & drench him. “Oooh fuck sweetheart” he growls as he then rolls his eyes into the back of his head before he cums. He stays in position catching his breath watching your chest heave, looking at the mess you’ve both made. Enjoying the squelching noise as he withdraws, your cunt leaking. He slides his penis through the mess & you know it’s time to sit up & clean the shaft for your boss. He doesn’t cum again but he lets out several deep moans.

When your done you look at Dave who then grabs his boxers. He never sleep in your room, it’s always just sex.

“Carol was pissed off when you said I was going to be on holiday with you all” you say.

“She’ll get over it, she will read free bar at the resort & forget you’re there” he scoffs & watches your naked body head to your ensuite bathroom. Your bum & boobs both jiggling.

“Well she had better,” you reply. “I’m guessing I’m gonna have a different room to you & Carol & the kids?”

“Yes we are staying in a little hut in the resort where Carol & I have one room & the girls will had another. Unless you want to sleep on the sofa, I’ve organised you to have master suit in the hotel 2mins away.” Your face does drop when you realise you will be a little bit away from Dave, but you also know that he can sneak out & come see you for some time away from the kids.

“Sounds like paradise already”

Hawaii is beautiful. The hotel is fantastic. The food delicious & the beach & pool exquisite. You could be here forever & never feel guilty.

Yes you have had to work. Each morning you take Molly & Alice to the kids club & there have been 2 evenings so far where you’ve had the girls while Dave & Carol have done stuff but Dave has still attended to your needs too. You tried not to laugh one day when Carol said Dave had been for a morning swim, he technically had, he’d just been in your bath tub which was huge in your luxurious hotel room & hed made the water splash over the side of the bath as he held your head under the water & took you. He even at one point put the shower head on jet mode to watch your clit tremble under the water pressure, neither unsure what was soapy residue or cum. He made you orgasm 3 times in 30minutes. But today is a weird one.

“You can have the night off” Carol says as you top up Alice sun lotion tonight “& tomorrow morning until 2pm, go enjoy the bar & go party, you deserve it”

“Really Mrs York” you raise an eyebrow. Dave not told you they are having the kids or that somethings going on, in fact you’ve not seen Dave at all today.

“I want to take the girls to the sleepover movie by the kids club to watch Paddington tonight” she says.

“Well thank you mrs York.” You had met a couple of girls at the resort who are reps & always ask why you aren’t out longer. Tonight you can enjoy being technically single in paradise. Dave hasn’t told you, you can see other people. So after applying lotion of both the kids you then start thinking about where your going to go tonight & what your going to wear.

You have dinner with Carol & the girls, still no sign of Dave & then head back to your hotel room & get ready to go out. You pick out your short silver glittery dress. It’s backless & does just about cover your bum. You straighten your hair & do your best make up. You put on your heels & look in the mirror at your outfit.

“Yea I look sexy” you say to yourself twisting your blonde hair & downing your Prosecco. Everything is on Daves account & he said you could have what you want & you’ve taken advantage of that. Why not pre drink even if you’re alone. You then grab your bag & head out to find a bar full of singles to enjoy yourself tonight.

By the third bar you’ve met a group of girls & are drinking with them, not showing off your unlimited tab too much but you’ve got a round in & some shots. You are coming back from the bathroom to go join them on the dance floor. You are walking past a couple of secluded tables when you see those eyes. The eyes that undress you not matter how they look. Your knickers dampen straight away, as you see Dave sitting in his own, whisky on the rocks in his glass sitting on the far side of the table to not draw attention to him, but much like every man you’ve walked past tonight, he has to look at the girl in the short silver dress, oozing confidence, strutting in heels.

“Dave?” You say as you stand next to the table. You twist that strand of hair & open your body up for a friendly open aproach.

“Evening” he replies coldly. Trying not to be affected by his instantly hardened penis under the table.

“Haven’t seen you all day” you say as you lean on the table perching your bum on the edge. The dress raising a little almost showing your underwear. “Where have you been handsome”

“None of your business” he’s looking stern.

“All right, calm down” you say casually & smile. Your eyes beaming. “So what are you doing here?”

“Drinking”

“Can I join you?” You say & reach for his wrist & he pulls his arm away & doesn’t reply. Your a little to tipsy to care why he’s here at the moment. “A simple no would have been fine” you say.

“How much have you drunk”

“Clearly not enough for me & too much for you”

“I think you should go back to your hotel room” Dave says not looking at you. He’s trying to act angry but he honestly wants you under the table sucking his dick until he can’t cum anymore.

“Only if you’ll join me” you say seductively. Dave has to look up this time, he sees you lick your lips, & then watches your hand go into his glass to get an ice cube out & press it against your lips. “You wanna know how relaxed & good I am tipsy”

“You need to stop”

“Thought you liked me being naughty” you roll the ice cube down your neck. Your hot from the busy bar, alcohol & the fact you’re in a warm place.

“I said stop” Dave slams a hand int he table. You jolt a little, leaping off the table. He notices your knickers are blue. He’s trying to not like them.

“Bloody hell Dave,” you respond “just calm down”

“You need to stop drinking & go back to your room”

“No Carol gave me the night & tomorrow morning off”

“Go back”

“No” you grab his whisky & down it. Leaving lipstick on the glass. Condensation from the glass dripping down your neck to your chest & then down your cleavage. Your nipples harden instantly from the cool touch. He’s trying hard not to get a full erection.

“Don’t make me do something I regret” he snarls.

“I said that the first night I sucked your cock”

“For fuck sake” he pounds the table with a fist & stands up his eyes looking crazed & incensed. He towers over you so broad & big & all you want to do is wrap your arms around his neck & make out with him, but you can see from the way he’s staring at you that he really isn’t teasing. He suddenly realised he’s stood up & raised his voice. He sits back down.”leave me alone,” he mumbles.

“A simple no thanks have a nice evening would have done Dave” you then hear heels approaching behind you & a busty ginger is walking this way & you catch Daves eyes light up. He’s being unfaithful to both Carol & you. You sigh & glance back at Dave.

“Well enjoy your evening Dave, remember to use a condom” you blow him a kiss & walk off not hearing his”wait you don’t understand”. You walk past the ginger & whisper in her ear hoping she hears you say “he’s married” as you go & find that group of girls. You see her sitting next to Dave a few minutes later. As you & the girls head to the next bar, you can see his thumb on her chin & the other hand stroking her arm tenderly. You can’t be shocked Dave would cheat on you too, you are already the affair from his wife.

You eventually get back to your room at about 1:30am, truly loose & relaxed. You lock your door but don’t put the chain across it in a tipsy state, & walk across the room shedding your clothes as you go. You look at your naked body in the mirror & sigh.

“Bet the ginger had fake tits”’you say to yourself before you reach into your mini fridge & get out a cold bottle of water drinking it all the way down, also enjoying the coldness from the fridge feeling on your skin. You then get into bed & put your phone on charge & reach into the bed side table. You packed a couple of toys with you for the holiday & you need to feel the friction. You don’t even use lube, you slowly insert the gspot tickler in & turn it on low.

“Oooh fuck” you grown working up to your favourite setting, which when it pulses on your clit, you call it the Dave setting. It’s the same rhythm he has when he pleasures you. You reach that setting in about 5 minutes as your legs open wide in the moment & you start moaning his name.

“Fuck Dave Dave ooh more stabby more more more” your almost at your high with your eyes shut & your thighs trembling, your wrist working your pleasure, when you hear the latch click on the door. You open your eyes which are met with glare & are shocked in silence. Did you not lock the door? Yes you did. The door is now shut, someone is in your room. You go to shakily scream for help with the vibrator still inside you, but a large hand smothers your mouth. You’d recognise that hand anywhere, & then you feel another hand push the vibrator further in you. You look to the left & see those deep brown eyes, staring at you. They are so wide & dilated & he licks his lips. I’m your drunken state you forgot Dave had a room key.

“Gonna teach you a lesson sweetheart” Dave hits the button to change the vibrator setting & its short & sharp pulses on your clit keep it fluttering, your cunt oozing as you moan into his hand. “You might not have been working for us tonight, but I still fucking control you.”

“Fuck Dave” you moan into his hand & then he squeezes his hand over your mouth more.

“No you showed me up tonight, it’s Mr York, anything else & youll be punished” he then very quickly pulls the vibrator out of you & shoves 3 fingers inside your quivering sex, the movement & friction so quick. The wet sounds filling the room.

“Fuck” you scream is muffled slightly as you squirt drenching his hand. A wave of pleasure making your whole body twitch. He cackles watching you come undone so quickly. The hand covering your mouth leaves & you take a big inhale of air before his other hand drenched in your fluids is shoved in your mouth. You obediently suck, eyes wide getting all of the residue off. He snaps his hand back before he then forcefully turns your over. You hear him unzip before your head is pushed into the pillow.

“You almost fucked tonight up sweetheart” he says & then he moans as he swipes his cock through your slick, so he doesn’t need lube. You then jolt your head up as he fills your arse with one swift thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he raises your head & his hand goes round the back of your neck.

“No you’re being quiet” you head slammed back into the pillow as you moan. His pace relentless. You can feel he’s still fully dressed as he fucks your arse. “Thought you could distract my informant, thought you could fuck up the job I’ve been working on for the last 6 months” your trying to take in what he says but your to busy trying to not scream in pleasure. “No sweetheart, no way” he growls. “God your arse is so good to fuck” he smacks your buttock & lifts your head so he can hear you.

“OOoh fuck” you manage to get out in pure pleasure before he pushes your head into the pillow again. He’s being dominant & forceful & you like it.

“& you had to wear that short, slutty dress” he snarls. “You know I can’t control myslef when you wear that oooh fuck” he can feel you clamp around him, puckering, so he completely withdraws not wanting to cum yet & lifts your head up again.

“Fuck Dave please please” he smack your arse twice.

“Sorry what’s my fucking name sweetheart”

“Mmmrr mmm mr yyy y yo York?” You are overstimulated ready to have your next orgasm, words not forming.

“You’d better fucking believe it” he sharply pushes back in & you try to hold on, knowing he doesn’t want to cum yet. But then that trigger finger that’s not holding your head in the pilliow slips inside your cunt & it’s too late.

“Fuck Dave” you cum again “fuck fuck oooh yes oohhhh ahhh ahhhh fuckkkkk”

“Damn it sweet heart,” he’s jolting. He’s tensing up you can tell he’s about to burst. Usually at this point especially with your arse, he’d ask if you want him to cum inside you or give you a facial. You don’t get that option tonight. You shudder feeing his seed spill inside your arsehole. Oozing out of you, as he screams your name. Completely forfilled & satisfied. “Oooh sweetheart I needed that” he then let’s go if your hair & withdraws. Your body going limp & dropping flat onto the mattress as you pant, trying to regain cognitive function. You try to move but everything aches from his ferocious pounding of your arse for the last 30minutes.

“Dave” you mumble & you suddenly feel a long hand move a stand of hair off your face & he kneels next to the side of the bed.

“That will teach you for disobeying orders & interrupting work” he says, lifting your head by your chin & kissing you passionately with his tongue inspecting every cavity. He bites your bottom lip & is smug as your head drops back to the mattress & you pass out, fast asleep. You don’t know that Dave sits there & watches you to make sure you’re okay for the next 30mins. Before he leaves he makes sure some water & headache tablets are on your bedside table for when you do wake up.

“So how was last night” Carol asks you when you join the Yorks by the pool the next afternoon at 2pm.

“Fantastic” you say as you”drinking dancing bit of flirting, just a really good night off, thank you for letting me have the morning off too” you sit in the Sun lounger & flinch. Daves lasting memory from last night, your arse still feeling sore.

“Hmmm looks like someone over did it” Dave chuckles & peers over the top of his mirrored sunglasses on a sun lounger 2 away from you. He’s more ogling up your bikini & how easy it will be to take off.

“Go hard or go home” you reply in a happy up beat voice trying to not allude to Carol or the kids that you got up to anything naughty with anyone let alone Dave.

“I’m sure you went too hard” Dave says & Carol playfully hits him.

“The girls are right here” she scoffs at him.

“Yes they are” he then smirks. “Girls do you want ice cream?” They shout back enthusiastically. He then looks at you as he stands up in his blue & white swim shorts, his man hood isn’t hard but you can see its outline. “I need an extra pair of hands want to help?”

“Of course mr York” you stand up. “Usual girls? bubble gum & strawberry?” they cheer & you walk to where the ice cream place the girls like with Dave. Carol not suspecting a thing as she opens the next chapter of her book.

“Do you want ice cream?” He ask.

“Yes but…” you raise an eyebrow at him”I’d like something saltier to suck on” you lick your lips.

“Good girl sweetheart” he pulls you behind the shower block which is secluded, just a few meters away from where you were sitting. Your gasp & then his lips crash with yours, his hand caressing your face as the other had squeezes your bum. You wince a little as it’s from where he smaked you the night before.

“Dave were literally meters away from your family”

“So…” he raises his eye brow. “Thought you liked being naughty”

“Only for you Dave” he pushes you to your knees.

“I’m sorry what’s my name?” You pull a face “you still need to understand you place from last night”

“Yes Mr York” your small delicate hands slowly pull on his draw strings in his swim shorts. Your eye beaming.

“That’s my girl”

[mypearlsareclutched]

Look at You, Looking at Me

High By The Beach | Prologue

Modern!Aemond x Original Female Character

Otto Hightower hatches a plan to fix his second grandson's reputation by dating the it-girl of Westeros. Aemond is not up for it, but maybe Otto is on to something.

This is a prologue to the story, giving a bit of context to Aemond and Mila's relationship.

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Sexual Content (MDNI, 18+), drug use, alcohol consumption, Targaryen daddy issues, smoking, fuckin in a bathroom, brief allusions to grooming, Westeros except it's England, football European style. Referring to a cigarette as a 'fag', because British. Oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, tit sucking. Writing this from horny jail.

Word count | 4.8k

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The heavy bass shakes the floor beneath Mila’s feet. Her blocky platforms vibrate, though the movement of her own dancing distracts her hazy mind. Music seeps into her veins, the Molly she had taken earlier making her entire body feel like a gentle tidal wave, her arms light above her as she dances. Her eyes are closed, letting the evening wash over her, oblivious to the world around her-

“Mila! Mila, come on, we gotta go!”

She opens her eyes, blinking in the low, fluorescent lights to see the panicked face of Baela Targaryen.

“Baela! Dance with me, sexy.” Mila giggles rolling her shoulders and hips to her own rhythm.

“No, Mila. Sweetie, come on! Jace texted me, there are press outside, we need to go! Now!” Without another word, Baela grabs Mila’s arm, pulling her gently through the gyrating crowd on the dance floor. The world around her is a blur of colours, the gleaming moonlight shine of Baela's hair brightening when the pair escape out into the night.

Immediately, people yell out, and cameras flash around them. Baela covers her own face, wrapping a protective arm around Mila. Rhaena, Baela's twin, appears on Mila's other side, tugging her towards their parked limo.

Inside is much quieter, and Mila slumps against a chair, smiling at Jacaerys Velaryon, who sits at her side.

"You look rough." Jace chuckles, flicking her nose.

"For fucks sake!" Baela yells as she slams the car door, running a hand over her mussed curls.

Jace hands Mila a blunt, and she takes it eagerly, blinking at the camera flashes outside the car.

“Oh, seven hells, we’re fucked!” Rhaena groans, “Dad’s going to kill us.”

“Forget him, Rhaenys’ is going to kill us twice.” Baela sighs, rubbing her eyes, "I thought this place was supposed to be underground, how did they find us?"

"Must have followed us from Storm's End." Jace shrugs, taking a hit from the joint before passing it to Rhaena, "I think Larys Strong sent out a memo."

"Fucking reptile." Baela spits.

The rest of the conversation goes over Mila's head, as she stares out the window at the stars in the sky.

Aemond taps his fingers on the glass table, staring at his grandfather with a sneer. Otto casts a scrutinizing look over the newspaper in front of him, humming occasionally as he reads the front page. A silence had descended upon the dining room after Otto's opening statement to his grandson, plunging the one-eyed man into a deep and contemplative silence.

“Morning, dear.” Alicent greets her son absentmindedly as she hurries through the kitchen, “Did you sleep well?”

“Fine.” Aemond grumbles, poking his tongue into his cheek. Otto sighs as he finally looks up, rubbing over his forehead as he regards his grandson.

“Well?” Otto sighs.

“Well?” Aemond counters, narrowing his eyes at the older man.

“Well.” With a swift move, the newspaper slides in front of Aemond, who looks down at irt disdainfully.

The front page displays a slightly blurred photo, depicting a group of women being ambushed by paparazzi. Aemond recognises his cousins, Baela and Rhaena. But the girl in between them he does not recognise. The headline reads ‘Dragon Sisters join the She-Wolf in a night of partying and drugs in the Silk Streets!”

“The She-Wolf?” Aemond chuckles mirthlessly, gazing over the rest of the article without any interest.

“Emiliana Stark, known to most simply as Mila. She is Cregan Stark’s younger sister.”

“The footballer?” Aemond had heard of him. He was a pretty big deal, having been scouted for his centre-back skills a few years back, and quickly becoming one of the most high paid footballers in the North, soon to be all of Westeros. Mila, however, had a completely different reputation.

“The party-girl?" Aemond sneers.

"Aemond, be nice." Alicent scolds, barely looking up as she rushes around, grabbing her coffee before walking out.

Aemond rolls his eyes before looking back to his grandfather, "The girl who spends most of her days drunk and high with other famous people, people with real talent?”

“Yes, that one.” Otto says with a roll of his eyes.

“You want me to pursue her? Have you gone mad?”

“Pursue who?” Halaena asks as she enters the kitchen, her hair a wild mess as she has just stumbled out of bed, the faint smell of weed following her.

“Mila Stark.”

“Aemond’s pursuing Mila?” Halaena asks, blinking in confusion.

“You know her?” Otto raises his eyebrows.

“She’s close with Baela and Rhaena, I’ve met her at a couple of their gigs.” Halaena shrugs, “She’s nice. She held my hair back when I had too much to drink, and sat outside with me when I got overwhelmed by the music.”

“Was she high when this was happening?” Aemond grumbles.

“Aemond.” Says Otto warningly.

“She might have been, but she was still lovely.” Halaena smiles, taking an apple and biting into it, “Why should Aemond pursue her?”

“Because he needs someone new on his arm.” Otto says simply. Aemond bristles, and Halaena’s eyes widen slightly.

Aemond’s relationship with Alys Rivers was a difficult one. She was a therapist, a highly paid one. And she was Aemond’s therapist since he was sixteen. A few months back, they were spotted together, and it made headlines. Both their reputations took a hit. She was twenty years his senior, in a position of power over him. The arrangement ended not long after that, under Otto’s instruction. Aemond knew it was not healthy, but he couldn’t help falling in love with her. And it was too fresh to want to start a new relationship.

“Otto-”

“Aemond, I know.” Otto sighs, “It is not ideal. However, your… relations, with that woman, has hurt your reputation, and the reputation of the company.”

“How is me dating a druggie party girl going to help it?”

“It’s not like she’s shooting heroin in the Big Brother confessional booth, Aemond. She goes out, has a good time, and only occasionally is photographed by press looking worse for wear.”

“Like Lindsay Lohan.” Halaena smiles.

“But without the arrests.” Otto says firmly, “Despite what the press tries to paint her as, the public love her. She has made the right connections in the entertainment industry, she has modelled and appeared in music videos with well known artists, she is known as a kind hearted girl who loves her family. Mila Stark is well known, well respected, and simply… needs guidance.”

“Please.” Aemond scoffs.

“You and her could form a powerful couple.” Otto says, sitting down beside Aemond, “Two young individuals with difficult pasts, coming together to form new reputations for both of you.”

"Gods." The young man sighs, rising from his chair.

"If you ever want to inherit your father's company then you will rebuild your reputation, Aemond." Says Otto finally, before he rises as well, and leaves the room in a blur of green and grey.

Halaena looks to her brother, his rigid posture and stormy eye as he glares down at the paper in front of him.

"She's not so bad, Aem." She says softly, "Give her a chance, maybe you'll like her."

"She's a useless party animal who loves booze and getting high, taking no responsibility and refusing to abandon her wild youth. Remind you of anyone?" Aemond snaps.

Halaena presses her lips together, shaking her head before going to leave. With a final look to her brother, she says, "Aegon's trying. I'm sure Mila is too."

Aemond watches her leave, before looking back down at the newspaper.

“Why are we even going to this?” Mila sighs, adjusting her lip-gloss as she glares at her brother. Cregan rolls his eyes, flicking her nose playfully.

“We were invited by the Targaryen’s themselves to attend this gala. What were we going to say, no?” Cregan scoffs, rolling his neck. He himself did not feel comfortable dressing up in a suit and readying to spend the evening with a bunch of rich people, but he knew it was good for making connections.

The pair stand beside Cregan's chevy corvette, staring up at the grand hall which was hosting the Targaryen's gala. It was an illustrious event, the family ran investment bank was booming despite the CEO's declining health.

“It’s so… uppity.” Mila chuckles, looking at the stone building surrounded by classy people milling about.

“That’s Kingslanding for you.”

“Why did they even invite us?”

“We’re going up in the world, Emmie.” Cregan smiles, bumping his sisters shoulder, “We’re influential figures. I’m Christiano Ronaldo and you’re Paris Hilton, without the sex-tape.”

“First of all, don’t call me that, Creggie.” Mila rolls her eyes,. “And second, give it time. I know Larys Strong has been sniffing around Jason Lannister trying to get some nasty stuff on me.”

“Gross. You didn’t shag Jason Lannister did you?”

“No… but his cousin Cerelle has a few stories to tell.”

“Whore.”

The two laugh as they approach the large glass doors, eyes widening as staff open it and immediately swarm them to take their coats and offering them champagne.

“Velaryon is over there.” Cregan states, pointing out Jace in the crowd, standing proud beside his mother Rhaenyra. Jace is one of Cregan's teammates, and also Viserys Targaryen's grandson, “I’m going to go say hi.”

“Give him a big old kiss from me.” Mila winks.

“Freak.” Cregan laughs, ruffling her hair before wandering off to greet Jace.

“On the lips!” Mila calls after him, giggling as he glares at her before he disappears into the crowd. Nerves suddenly hit her, and she looks around for anyone she knows.

Most of the Targaryens were in attendance. Viserys Targaryen stands rigid with his wife, looking sickly. Cancer sucks. Alicent Targaryen looks radiant on his arm, much younger and glowing. While Mila watches her, she notices Alicent's eyes keep flickering to another man nearby. Tall, dressed in a suit, Dornish. He is a member of security, and his eyes are on Alicent as well. Juicy, Mila thinks, smiling to herself.

Viserys is talking to his brother, Daemon, Baela and Rhaena’s father. They’re not close, and the Dragon Sister’s avoided coming here in favour of spending time with their grandparents. Ever since Rhaenys, their grandmother, had taken over management of their band, they had been happier, avoiding the money hungry clutches of their family.

And quite a big fucking family, Mila realises, as she spots more blonde heads dotted around. Another silver-haired man stands with the CEO. Young, mid teens, eager eyes which display none of Alicent's sadness and Daemon's ruthlessness. One of Viserys’ and Alicents many offspring, possibly.

“Hi!” A chipper voice calls. Mila turns, as a smiling blonde woman approaches her.

“Halaena!” Mila greets, eagerly accepting her hug.

“You remembered me!” Halaena beams, the arms of her purple dress smothering the pair as she holds onto her.

“How could I forget?” Mila smiles, holding her at arm's length to inspect her, "You look so beautiful."

Halaena gives her a toothy grin as she spins, her dress floating around her. It is decorated with embroidered dragonflies, and sparkles under the light.

"I'm glad you are here, I don't know anyone." The Targaryen confesses, her face dropping slightly as she looks around the large hall.

"Oh, sweetie, do you want to go outside?" Mila remembers once holding Halaena's hand as they escaped the loud music of a club, the blonde being overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd.

"I'm okay..." Halaena gives her a weak smile, "Why are you here, She-Wolf?"

"Otto Hightower invited Cregan." Mila shrugs, "Apparently the invite said to bring a plus one, with a little note implying he should bring his sister."

The Targaryen looked contemplative, humming slightly as her eyes drift to her family, "Yes. That makes sense."

"Hm?" Mila asks, tapping her crimson-painted nails against her glass of champagne, not paying much mind to the blonde's expression.

The two speak for a while, catching up and sharing stories. Halaena eagerly tells Mila all about her collection of creepy crawlies and various pets, especially her pet snake, Dreamfyre. Apparently she wanted to bring the albino reptile to the gala, but Alicent stopped her. Mila expresses how she would love to meet Dreamfyre, and Halaena's face glows like a star, glee evident in her doe eyes.

"Dreamfyre will love you." Halaena sighs happily, "I'll be so glad when we're family."

"What-?"

"Halaena!" Alicent calls, beckoning her daughter over to speak with Jeyne Arryn. Halaena pouts, before giving Mila a soft smile, poking her cheek and drifting off like a purple and silver cloud. Mila watches her walk away, blinking.

"I see you've met my aunt." Jace says as he sidles up to her, finishing his champagne with a final gulp as he looks around the room.

"She's an enigma." Mila smiles, fondness for Halaena and Jace in her eyes, "Having fun, Velaryon?"

"Bucket loads." He sighs, shaking his head to get a brown curl out of his eyes, "You?"

"I've just been standing here in my corner, talking with the best Targaryen."

"Good game plan."

"Where's Cregan gone?"

"Vanished into thin air." Jace rolls his eyes, "Mum was showing both of us off to everyone, I turned around for two seconds and, poof, gone."

"I'll come and catch up with her soon." Rhaenyra had been something of a surrogate mother to the two Stark children. Ever since their parents had passed away in a car collision eight years ago, Rhaenyra and her husband Laenor had opened their arms to them. But it was not easy for Cregan and Mila, having lost their parents at seventeen and fifteen, both had ways of coping. Mila's had not been so healthy... Guilt lingered in her mind for the things she had done in her late teens, causing everyone around her grief. But alas, the Velaryons never held it against her.

"Why's Otto Hightower looking at you?" Jace asks, furrowing his brow. Mila follows his line of sight, raising an eyebrow when she makes eye contact with the man himself. Steely eyes hold hers, and he says something to the man standing next to him. Whoever it is, is Targaryen blonde, but the rest of him is hidden by the crowd.

"I don't know." Mila shrugs, "Perhaps he's going to ask me to do a line in the bathroom."

"How dare he steal my idea." The brown haired man wiggles his eyebrows, and Mina tuts.

"I thought the Direwolves have a big game this week?" Mina tilts her head, feigning disappointment, "If I get the star midfielder high, everyone will think I'm some kind of delinquent."

"Pretty please." Jace pouts, "How about we just smoke a spliff?"

"Tempting, but I'm not getting high with you again when your mother is around. Remember when you fell from the window last Summer?"

"I was fine!" He defends.

"No way in the seven hells am I facing the wrath of the dragon again, Velaryon."

"Goody two-shoes." Jace rolls his eyes, elbowing her. They remain silent for a second, the chatter and gentle violin music sounding like white noise, "Gods, this is so boring, I would rather be watching paint dry."

"Go and mingle, you child."

"Is that what you're doing?" Jace raises an eyebrow, "Mingling?"

"I'm mingling with the voices in my head."

"Okay, Professor X, why don't you try mingling with Otto Hightower." Jace nods to where Otto begins walking towards them, storming in long confident strides, "That is a man on a mission."

"Maybe he's trying to hit?" Mila chuckles, though she starts to feel nervous, "Or call me a slur?"

"Want me to distract him?" He says with a cheeky grin, a plan forming in his eyes. Any excuse to liven this party up.

"Please. As distracting as possible."

"You owe me a spliff and a blow job." The Velaryon goads with a wink as he runs his hands through his hair and puts his champagne flute down.

"You're fucking gross." Mila laughs, readying to run away from Otto Hightower and Jace's distraction skills.

"Love you too." Jace smirks.

As stoically as possible, Jace walks over to a clearing in the room, before gasping dramatically and falling down, clutching his calf like he was shot by a sniper.

"Gods! I'm down, I'm down! Oh, the horror! A young, devilishly handsome man struck down in his prime!" He bellows.

The dramatic howling catches the attention of many, the crowd moving like a tidal wave over to aid the fallen man. Otto gets entangled in the mess, and Mila slips away with a badly hidden smile.

Gods, which one of the hells am I in? Mila sighs, stepping out into the cool night air.

The gardens are huge, but the patio is filled with well-dressed individuals. Walking away from them, Mila wanders further into the dark, entering a darkened hedge maze.

Surrounded by shadows and leaves, she can finally release a breath as the sound grows further and further away. Pulling out her pack of cigarettes, she picks one out and puts it between her lips, searching in her purse for her lighter.

"Bollocks." Mila sighs, throwing her head back in frustration, "Why, gods, why?"

"Need a light?" A voice asks, and Mila turns her head.

He stands across from her in the maze, shadowed in darkness. The cherry of a cigarette shines like a tiny sun pinched between his fingers, and when he brings it up to take a drag, his face is illuminated.

He’s beautiful. Sharp, angular features. Full lips, a jaw that could cut glass. His eyes is covered in a leather patch. Aemond Targaryen. Second son of Viserys. Private, intelligent, infamously handsome but wildly unapproachable.

"If you wouldn't mind." Mila smiles.

With a flick of his wrist, a metal lighter flies through the air. Mila catches it with both of hers, flicking it open and lighting her cigarette.

"Appreciated." She thanks, sighing out smoke as the nicotine floods her mind.

They remain in silence for a moment, the wind whistling around them. Mila looks up at the sky, feeling her skin tingle as the strange Targaryen watches her.

“And who are you?” Mila asks, though she knows who he is.

“Aemond.” He answers, “Targaryen.”

“I guessed that.” She smirks, holding up the lighter. She tosses it back, and he catches it. With a step, he comes out of the shadows.

There's something intense about him, his face statuesque in both beauty and stillness. His one eye looks her up and down, his hand twitching at his side before he lifts it to take another drag. He seems almost nervous, but keeping his thoughts to himself as he regards her.

"Like what you see?" Mila asks, raising an eyebrow as she puts out her fag. Aemond blinks at her, remaining silent as he flicks ash off his own cigarette. But his body language is taunt, his jaw flexing as he looks over her figure hugging dress.

She saunters over to him, pinching the cigarette and bringing it to her own lips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He watches her, his one eyes flitting between her lips and her eyes, his adam's apple bobbing.

"You're dangerous." Aemond murmurs, the words escaping before he can stop them.

"Oh, you have no idea." Mila says, licking her lower lip as she offers the cigarette back. “Sorry, got lipgloss on your fag. It’s strawberry flavoured.”

Aemond looks down at her hand, before leaning down and taking the cigarette between his lips, smoking it from her hand. Mila's heart races as he remains staring at her, his larger hand coming up to ghost over hers.

The air is alight with tension, sharing each other's space as they smoke from the same cigarette, Aemond allowing Mila to hold it as she presses it to his mouth, the act sensual and sending sparks through them. Before the cigarette ends, Aemond brushes his lips over her fingers, and she shudders.

With the cigarette crushed beneath her heels, Mila looks up at Aemond, holding his intense eye contact.

"Thanks for the light, handsome."

With that, she walks away, hips swaying. She knows he’s watching. And it feels exhilarating. Aemond stares at her, his blood pumping as he takes a shuddering breath.

Returning Mila returns to the gala, all excitement leaves her body when she looks around at the bland and pompous party.

Jace has risen from his injured stance, listening abtly as an attratcive woman talks to him, brushing his curls from his face as she looks up at him worredly. As Mila walks by, he throws her a wink, and she pokes her tongue out.

"There she is!" Rhaenyra calls out, opening her arms to pull Mila into a firm hug. Mila holds her close, her body releasing all tension at the familiar feeling. Rhaenyra's expensive perfume fills her senses, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against her bare arms.

"You look lovely, Nyra." Mila smiles, and Rhaenyra takes her hands, beaming.

"What about you?" Rhaenyra squeezes her hands, "What a beautiful woman you've grown into, sweet girl."

"Don't say that, her ego will get even bigger!" Jace's younger brother, Luke, says. Mila ruffles his curls, hugging him too.

"Saw you in the news." Rhaenyra says, raising an eyebrow, "Been having fun, dearest?"

"Taking a page out of your back, Realm's Delight." Mila teases, earning a playful swat.

"Watch your tongue, missy." The three laugh.

"Laenor not here?" Mila asks, looking around for the man.

"Joffrey is having a sleepover at his friends, Laenor decided to stay back and be on call if something goes wrong." Rhaenyra eyes her younger son, who is distracted by a platter of food, "He and Qarl are having a guys night."

"Ah." Mila smiles. She was well aware of Laenor and Qarl's relationship. Rhaenyra and Laenor got married when Rhaenyra got pregnant at seventeen. The two were best friends, and only did it to make sure there was no backlash on the Targaryen heir. Laenor and Qarl had been together for years, and Rhaenyra had her fair share of partners through the year. Currently she was seeing her yoga instructor, Mysaria. Mila didn't care, all of them were happy, or unaware.

"How are you, darling?" Rhaenyra asks, taking Mila's hand, "Really?"

"I'm fine." Mila smiles, "Nothing... bad, has happened."

"Good." Rhaenyra smiles, relief on her face, "Remember you can talk to me if anything happens."

"I will. I promise." It's been three years since Mila had touched a needle. It had almost ruined her life. She was alright, at the moment, and had no need for that escape.

Leaving Rhaenyra and Luke to go and search for Cregan, Mina walked out into an adjacent hallway, her heels clicking against the marble flooring. Hushed, angry voices echoed from down the corridor, and Mina followed them cautiously, curiosity getting the best of her.

Around a corner, she watches as Otto Hightower and Aemond Targaryen heatedly talk, vicious words slicing through the air. Otto says something firmly and finally, turning on his heel and storming away. Aemond watches him leave, his face tight in a scowl and his eyes conflicted.

An idea strikes the Stark, biting her lip as she runs a hand through her hair.

Making her way over to Aemond, he gives her a questioning look as she approaches, clearly not expecting her. When she comes to stand in front of him, she offers her hand with a raised eyebrow.

"Come with me." She whispers.

After a moment's hesitation, he takes it. She leads him away, pushing into the bathroom adjacent to the hallway. Closing the door behind them and locking it, she presses her lips to his.

Aemond freezes in confusion, before kissing her back. It's fast, rough. Teeth scraping and tongues meeting, Mila twists her hands into Aemond's hair, tugging it slightly at the root. The Targaryen groans low in his throat, pushing her backwards to press her against the sink.

Mila pulls back, and Aemond's lips chase hers. She laughs breathlessly, as he stares down at her with a lust filled eye. Leaning forwards to nip his lower lip, she descends down him, hands swiftly undoing his belt and pulling out his half-hard cock.

She takes him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around him before pushing her head down, taking him as far as he will go. Aemond gasps from above her, his large hand wrapping itself around her hair to ground himself. Mila bobs her head, her tongue flicking over his sensitive tip, causing Aemond to groan, throwing his head back.

"Fuck..." He breathes, closing his one eye as his body thrums.

Mila moans around him, sucking him hard as he throbs inside her, his precum leaving a salty taste in her mouth. He tugs on her hair, pulling her off of him and upwards, kissing her harshly.

Pushing her back against the sink, Aemond's fingers lift up her skirt, thin digits pulling Mila's panties to the side. He plunges two fingers into her, scissoring her wet cunt open. She rewards him with a choked mewl, spreading her legs for him.

Worked up and throbbing, the Targaryen wastes no time in shucking her skirt up around her waist, stepping in between her legs and hooking her knees around his hips.

"Condom?" Aemond asks, the thought suddenly hitting him.

"I've got an IUD." Mila says breathlessly, "And I'm clean. You?"

"Spotless." Aemond growls, before pushing her backwards against the sink and slamming inside of her.

Mila gasps, eyes rolling back as Aemond bottoms out, his svelte hips pressing against her thighs. He's huge and thick, splitting her open on his cock. Aemond groans, head hanging as his eyes clenches shut, body shuddering at the euphoric feeling of her surrounding him so tight.

"Move, please..." Mila pleads, and Aemond immediately retreats, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into her harshly, repeating the action in hurried movements. The pace is breakneck, Mila has to grip onto the edges of the sink as she is thoroughly fucked by the Targaryen man in front of her.

Aemond is a mess of groans and gasps, sweat shining on his forehead as he pummels into the She-Wolf. The breathless moans she releases motivates him further, his mouth hanging open and his eye rolling back as she clenches on him. It's never felt like this before...

Gripping onto the front of her dress, Aemond pushes it down, revealing her lace bra. Mila unclips it from the front, giving Aemond the access he badly needs. Leaning over her, he captures her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it as he fucks her with abandon. Releasing incoherent babbles, she grips onto his hair, holding him in place as she moves her hips to his rhythm.

Neither of them last long, the pleasure of their brutal coupling and the thrill of fucking a stranger in the bathroom sending them both careening towards the egde.

"I'm so... c-close." Aemond grits out, his nails digging into Mila's soft thighs as his balls tighten.

"Fuck, I'm right there with you baby." Mila moans, pulling his hair tighter as her peak creeps up her.

Releasing a long breathless curse, her orgasm crashes over her, her body seizing and her cunt gripping on Aemond harshly. Aemond splutters, thrusting harshly thrice before he releases, his hips flexing and his one eye screwing shut. Devoid of strength, he slumps against her, his sweaty forehead pressed against her bare chest.

The bathroom is filled with pants as the two regain their breath, Mila wordlessly carding her hands through the moonlight coloured tresses of Aemond Targaryen, and he sighed against her, content.

Blinking around the room, she catches sight of her fucked out face in the mirror, her makeup streaming down her face.

"Fuck. I gotta fix my eyeliner." Mila laughs, and she was sure she could hear Aemond breathlessly chuckle against her.

Mila left the bathroom first, fixing her hair subtly as she looked around. The corridor was empty, the sounds of the gala were muffled against the thick walls. Checking her phone, the time was eleven. Cregan was probably looking for her to make some excuse for them to leave.

The bathroom door opens, and Aemond pokes his head out, looking around with a wide, singular eye.

"The coast is clear, casanova." Mila whispers, laughing as Aemond flushes slightly. He steps out, straightening his tie and avoiding her eyes, appearing almost sheepish. Like he didn't just fuck the shit out of her.

Mila tries to bite back a smile, looking away from him to take a breath. Her hand is still wrapped around her liquid liner, flicking it around her fingers. Making up her mind, she turns to him, taking his wrist in her hand. He gives her a questioning look, but allows it. Using her eyeliner, she writes her phone number.

"Call me." She smirks, "If you find yourself bored and freshly scolded, I'll come fuck you in the closest bathroom."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks back down the hallway. Aemond watches her go, his heart thudding in his chest.

Maybe she’s not so bad after all.

AN// Maybe she's not, Aemond. Maybe she's not. Tune in for chapter two when both Aemond and Mina get some post-nut clarity and the angst begins. Sending love.

Lula x

[oneforthemunny]

the modern!eddie blurb. contains: drug use, language, mature themes, 18+

eddie sat on the leather couch of steve harrington's mcmansion, bass booming from the bluetooth speakers, blunt hanging loosely out of his mouth. his eyes were half lidded, drooping with every inhale of the weed, inked fingers wrapping around the rolled blunt, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke in front of him.

eddie had been selling in hawkins since he was fifteen. since rick approached him in the park, and offered to help him make some money of his own, selling to some high school kids. he'd get in a lot less trouble if he got caught than rick, plus with the cut he was getting he couldn't turn it down. plus, it was easy. eddie would post a snapchat, a bag of weed and some rolled joints, and his phone would blow up, everyone begging to buy some from him. he'd always charge the rich assholes, like jason carver, more and they were too stupid to know they were being ripped off. most high schoolers were, honestly. he used to overcharge steve too until they became friends, then he sold it to him at regular price, telling him he gave him a 'discount' and steve thought he was the greatest.

eddie had stuck around high school, purposely flunking twice his senior year to keep up his clientele. eddie genuinely believed dab pens were the greatest invention on earth since pornhub. he sold carts left and right, all over hawkins and beyond, making enough money to set him up and keep him rolling steady. once rick started dealing in with some heavier shit, eddie's bank account just kept climbing, venmo balance always full.

that's why he was here tonight. surrounded by a bunch of his 'friends' and people he didn't know or care about. they wanted drugs, and that he had. weed, molly, oxy, adderall- whatever, he had it.

he felt the couch move, a figure moving out of the corner of his eye. he turned his head slowly, exhaling his blunt, eyes trained in a daze on her. he didn't know her, had never seen her before- which was weird for hawkins. she was pouting, nose scrunched in displeasure, furiously typing on her phone, acrylics clacking against the dim screen.

"hey," eddie called. she ignored him. he groaned slowly, scooting down the couch, towards the opposite end where she sat. "hey." he repeated.

"what?" she snapped, eyes narrowed and furious with irritation.

eddie grinned, lazy. "what's the matter, huh?" he asked, throwing his hands out. "you look upset. are you upset?"

she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "do I know you?"

eddie let his eyes roll over her frame, slowly, taking in her features. her little black dress that rode up her thighs. he shook his head, curls bouncing. "nah, I don't think so. do I know you?"

she snarled, looking back down at her phone. eddie smirked. she was mean. god, he loved it. "you're not from here, are you?" he asked.

"obviously not." she huffed, not looking up from her phone.

"where you from?" eddie asked, inhaling his blunt slowly. he offered it to her.

she blinked up at him, unimpressed. "not from here." she scoffed, looking around.

eddie grinned. "yeah, I can tell." he muttered slowly. "you don't look like you're from here." she ignored him. "but you look familiar. like I've seen you before."

she rolled her eyes. "look, I'm just trying to find my friend, alright?" she huffed, looking around. "she's giving me a ride home."

"who's your friend?" eddie asked, inching closer and closer.

she eyed him carefully. "shina." she snapped.

eddie grinned. "I know shina." he smirked. "I know shina real well. went to high school with her."

"yeah, so did everyone else here apparently." she scoffed. "god, is this all you guys do? just hang out with the same people all the time?"

eddie shook his head slowly. "nah. not always. I'm hanging out with you tonight. you're new."

her lips twitched, pressing them together in a tight line. "we are not hanging out."

eddie held his hands out. "I think we are." he grinned.

she snuffed, turning away with a little huff but she didn't get up, din't walk away. eddie grinned, he knew he had a chance. chad walked up before he could continue, wad of bills extended towards him, begging for a cart.

"this is a good strand?" chad asked, slurring slightly.

eddie nodded slow. cool. "yeah. fresh one. new from out in oregon. gotta lot of good feedback. shit's strong tho. cost a little extra tho."

chad shook his head, fisting out more bills. "that's fine. I-I just need something. thanks." he grabbed the pin, hurrying away as eddie pocketed the bills, sliding them in easily into his pocket.

he could feel her eyes on him, trying not to make it obvious that she was watching him. he turned back to her, small grin on his face. she looked over at him, meeting his eyes for the first time of the night. "so you're the drug dealer around here, huh?"

eddie shrugged. "gotta make a livin' somehow baby. only fans wasn't cutting it, had to go to this."

she snorted, a small smile pulling on the edge of her lips. "I'd say so." she bit, but her eyes trailed down his physique, grazing a bit longer than she should.

eddie bit back a smirk, arms spreading on the back of the couch, hand near her shoulder. "so what do you do, huh?" he asked sweetly. "what brings you here?"

she rolled her eyes heavy, grunting. "I work at the mac store in starcourt." she grumbled.

eddie's brows lifted slowly. "the makeup store?" he asked. she nodded. "that's cool. went in there once to get eyeliner."

she lifted a brow, curious and eddie felt himself blush. "I-I mean not that I wear makeup all the time, obviously." her brow lifted even further, accusation. eddie grimaced, straightening his posture. "wait, not that there's anything wrong with guys that do. I- fuck, I'm in a bad and I needed it for my band."

"a band, huh?" she asked, tongue rolling on the inside of her cheek. "eyeliner wearing drug dealer in a... my chemical romance cover band?"

eddie laughed loudly, head tipping back onto the couch. he could see her grin through his lidded eyes, trying to bite back her own smile to keep up her tough, mean appearance.

"shit, that's funny. you're funny." eddie pointed at her playfully with a lopsided smile. "nah, it's called corroded coffin. we play like every once in a while for shits and gigs, honestly. nothing serious just for fun, but... we are on soundcloud so." he shrugged playfully.

she sputtered out a laugh, mean girlish and nasally. he'd gladly be the butt of the joke if it meant she'd stay talking to him. that's why he loved the mean girls, because once you got them laughing they were always so sweet.

"oh god, not soundcloud." she cringed.

eddie smirked, tongue rolling in his mouth. "so, you're a makeup person?" he asked, she nodded. "I can tell. your face looks real pretty." he bit back a smile when she blushed, pretending to look at someone behind her to hide it. "your eyeliner looks a hell of a lot better than mine. I watched a million fucking videos on youtube, and I don't know how they do it. I always stab myself in the eye or my eyes water the whole time after." he was talking exaggeratedly, bubbly and funny in a way that had her smiling, reluctant and a little guarded but genuine.

she was relaxing a little more, moving closer so he could hear her better. "you gotta pinch your nose and sniff." she said simply, tilting her head to the side. "stops the eyes from running."

eddie's brows furrowed, plugging his nose with his fingers. "like this?" he asked, voice nasally and a little high pitched from pinching his airway shut.

she laughed, shaking her head. eddie grinned, dropping his hand. "no, dumbass, you have to... here," she took her manicured nails, reaching over and pinching the bridge of his nose, right on the bone, she squeezed lightly as eddie didn't take his eyes off her, trained on her concentrated gaze. "then you sniff." she said, applying a little bit of pressure.

eddie sniffed hard, making her laugh. "wow, you really are a pro." he grinned. his face was close to her, her full lips nearly touching his.

she shrugged, eyes darting from his lips back to his eyes. "I guess."

eddie could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, knowing it was probably max asking him where he was- she probably sold out of her supply already-but he ignored it. "you want me to give you a ride home?" eddie suggested.

she scoffed, pulling back. "no thanks. I'll uber."

eddie laughed loudly. "jesus, you really aren't from here are you?" she furrowed her brows. "baby, there is one uber driver in this whole fucking place and he," eddie pointed a long, tattooed finger towards the man, propped against steve's wall, struggling to stand while his friends filmed him. "is right there."

she pouted, hesitating for a moment. eddie stood. "c'mon, I'll give you a ride. pretty sure shina left an hour ago anyways."

she looked at him carefully. "you don't need to stay here? do more business?"

eddie shook his head. "they can come to me if they need it that bad, but I'm straight for the night." he stood slowly, reaching out his hand to her.

she looked at it, unmoving. "I don't even know your name."

eddie grinned. "I'm eddie. what's your name, angel?" her movements stuttered for a moment before she reluctantly told him. "pleasure to meet you. now, you gonna let me give you a ride home?"

she narrowed her eyes at him, glaring before reluctantly taking his hand. "I have my location on, just so you know." she snarled. eddie laughed, leading her through the crowds. "and I'm texting my group chat right now. if I go missing, I'll make sure they go on all the true crime podcasts and make the world hate you."

eddie laughed. "alright. fair enough. you want me to text shina for you? would that make yo feel better?"

her eyes squinted, lips rolling slightly. "maybe." she admitted.

eddie grinned, pulling her out towards his mustang, all black down to the rims and seats. he'd given the van for max when she started working with him, he knew she'd earn herself up to a spot like he did, the way she was raking in cash right now, he was sure she'd pass him.

eddie opened her door, watching her slowly climb in. his phone plugged into the aux, ozzy osbourne's war pigs screaming through the speaker. she lifted a brow again. "wow, I'm shocked."

eddie mimicked her reaction. "yeah? what'd you think I'd listen to?"

she scoffed. "I thought you'd play drake for sure." her eyes rolled over his frame again, legs pressing together at his arm, inked up and flexing against the wheel. "you give kanye vibes honestly."

eddie winced exaggeratedly. "ouch. that's a low blow, baby." he grumbled. she grinned wide. she liked that response. "is it at least old kanye?"

she grinned. "sure."

"graduation?" eddie asked hopefully.

she snorted. "you wish. 808, maybe, that's being generous."

he smirked, looking over at her. she looked back at him, her eyes were softer now, sweeter. they were pretty, lashes framing them through heavy eyeliner. "am I taking a left or a right?" eddie asked at the stop sign.

she shook her head slightly, blinking a few time before turning forward. "right." she pointed.

eddie turned the wheel slow, engine purring when he pulled out. she pursed her lips, studying him for a moment. "you do this a lot, huh?" she asked. he looked at her. "you usually pick up girls at parties, or are you more of a tinder guy?"

eddie barked out a laugh. "baby, I'm only a tinder to sell molly to the sorority chicks before formal and spring break." he purred easily. his eyes met hers, she wasn't convinced. "seriously. I-I don't do this, really."

she hummed, unconvinced. eddie shrugged. "I don't. I don't even let anyone in my car." his eyes cut to hers. "you should consider yourself lucky."

she nodded slowly, contemplating. "I ask shina, is she gonna tell me the same thing?" she challenged.

eddie snorted. "ask your whole little group chat, they'll tell you the same thing." he said.

she scoffed. "what's that?"

"that they buy weed from me. I'm nice, not scary or creepy. I'm sure you'll ask them if I fuck around or if I've ever hit on them, and they'll say no. you'll ask if I have a girlfriend or some other girl, and they'll say no. you'll try to stalk me on instagram or get one of them to send you my shit, because I'm private, and then you'll still be unconvinced." eddie rambled, head rolling to look over at her. "left or right?"

"right." she said, tone back with an edge. he could see her blush in the dim street lights, even through the tinted windows. "so you are a psycho killer then?" she asked, but her tone was playful, teasing. eddie looked at her curiously. "private accounts? what kind of psycho is private on insta?"

"the kind of psycho who doesn't want people in his shit." eddie grinned.

she smirked back. "so if I requested to follow you, would you accept my request?"

eddie snorted. "how do I know you're not the psycho?" he teased.

"because my insta isn't private." she laughed.

eddie smiled. "yeah, I'd let you follow me." he nodded, hands gripping the wheel tight, he felt his heart race. "I'd even follow you back."

"how sweet." she cooed playfully, pointing towards her apartments.

eddie pulled into the spot in front of the building, putting the car in park. she hesitated for a moment, looking down at her hands. she didn't want to leave, he could tell. it made his heart leap a little, he didn't want her to leave either.

"thanks for taking me." she said, eyes meeting his with a softness he was surprised to see. "thanks for not killing me too."

eddie grinned. "you're welcome." he tilted his head to the side. "you need a cart, a blunt, anything before you go? last chance before me and my goodies are gone for the night."

she smiled. "would you roll it for me if I got a blunt?"

eddie swallowed hard. her voice changed into something sweet, intoxicating. her eyes rounded, batting when they met his. he was sure she was trying to get something for free, that's what the rational side of him screamed, but his heart was hammering.

"I'll roll it for ya, yeah." eddie nodded.

she giggled, looking up at the apartments. "you wanna come up with me? we can share it if you want." she offered. eddie froze. "if you don't have other girls or drug lord things to get to, I just..." she sighed heavily. "I like talking to you. you're like the first guy I've met here who isn't a total gross loser fuckboy." she snarled her nose.

eddie smirked. "that's high praise coming from you." she giggled again, and eddie's stomach turned. "I like talkin' to you too." he admitted, head tilting to the side sweetly. he could see her blush.

eddie pushed out of the car, quicker and more eager than he meant to, waiting for her to get out before he locked the door, following her up the creaking wooden steps.

they sat on her couch that night, he rolled the blunt and she opened the windows, passing it back and forth slowly, exchanging little stories and details about each other between them. she put on rick and morty, and eddie was sure she was his soul mate.

when he kissed her that night, slow and sweet on her couch, the glow of the sunrise peeking in through her shades, he was sure she was his soul mate. his twin flame or whatever weird shit machine gun kelly said; he kinda got it now. she fucked him nice and slow, riding him on her couch before she brought him to her room, letting him sleep there for the night, their shared blunt dwindling down in the living room, her back on his chest in her small bed.

[iamnmbr3]

Since you’re on the character asks and your thoughts are enjoyable to read maybe pick one of the non-Harry try-wizard tournament champions? I like them pretty evenly so your thoughts on any of them would be cool to hear, so pick your favourite/whoever you have most to say about/roll a dice to decide at your discretion?

What a lovely ask! You're so kind. I'm going to go with Fleur Delacour.

How I feel about this character

The way she showed her devotion to Bill at the end of book 6? Absolutely iconic. Best written intentionally romantic moment in the whole series. Hands down. No contest. The way she handled that dragon? Immaculate. The judges were just mean and veelaphobic and also JKR is super weird about her female characters.

Also kudos to her for being the only character when Harry got picked as a Champion in book 4 to be like 'no this is ridiculous he's too young.' Yeah she was a little harsh about it maybe. But wow. One of the only responsible adults in the whole series. Child me was like 'omg she's so mean' but now I'm like 'you go girl.' She should've been there to roast all of Dumbledore's questionable decisions. Can you imagine. Dumbledore: Don't worry. I have a plan. Fleur: Eez eet child endangerment again?

I genuinely enjoy her as a character and also find the way her identity as a part human who is fetishized to some extent and viewed as Other but not demonized in the way werewolves or half giants or half trolls are in her world to be fascinating fodder for a lot of interesting character work.

Also, I always have a soft spot for characters who I feel the narrative is actively telling me to dislike. I prefer stories that let the reader come to their own conclusions. As soon as I feel the story is too forcefully and artificially shoving down my throat "you must like this character" or "you must dislike this other character,” especially when it's not justified by what we actually see in the text, then I kind of want to do the opposite. So if you think my girl Fleur did something rude no she didn't or if she did that was her emotional support rude comment and she deserved to go off.

For real though. She put up with so much hate from Molly and the whole Weasley family for literally no reason. She deserved to be a little snarky. Ginny is so mean to her for literally no reason and the narrative wants us to laugh along and cheer on this immature, unkind highschool meangirl behavior as though it's some epic #girlboss moment when it's just mean. And Fleur's parents meanwhile are absolutely lovely (probably because Fleur covered for her in-laws and didn't tell her parents how she had been treated lest her full Veela grandmother show up and start throwing fireballs at them all).

You go Fleur. You never did anything wrong in your life. Ever.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I love her with Bill. I think Bill and Fleur are by far the best handled canon romance in the series. (Well, best handled intentionally canon romance - we all know JKR wrote a 7 book drarry epic but that was an accident lolol). They are so sweet together and so devoted to each other - despite any obstacles (including unsupportive family members). And they really compliment each other so well and just yeah. It's so sweet.

On a semi-crack level I do also like the idea of Fleur/Luna though because they both can be very blunt and directly state difficult truths in a way that can make others uncomfortable or seem rude. They do this in very different ways and also have very different outlooks but I think it makes them interestingly complimentary. And they'd both be confident and self assured enough to handle each other and not take offense. I feel like Fleur and Luna flirting would be so hilariously direct and entertaining. (Though it'd probably have to be postwar as. I think Fleur would be likely to scoff at Crumple-Horned Snorkacks).

I can also totally picture a Bill/Fleur/Luna poly relationship. I feel like it'd end up being improbably chill and functional somehow despite the big personalities. The three would probably be off living their best lives and eating metaphorical popcorn while all the other characters spent years having epic relationship drama.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I want to see her and Charlie hanging out so badly. After seeing her take on that dragon Charlie was probably pulling all kinds of shenanigans to get her together with one of his siblings because he doesn't want to get married but also oh merlin he needs this woman to be part of his family. Give me the Charlie and Fleur epic friendship and dragon taming duo.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't think Bill was attracted to her because he likes "glamour." I think he saw her as the brave, loving, and intelligent person that she is.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish other characters had apologized to her and stopped mocking her and treating her horribly.

[liiilyevans]

Next Gen Girls

Victoire

The big sister of the group

Always there to lend an ear and is the first to defend her girls when the need arises

Tries really hard not to let her cousins see her cracks (she's a lot like her dad in that way)

She teaches her little cousins (Lucy, Roxanne, and Lily) some French when they're around eight

They all end up on the floor laughing with tears in their eyes because the girls can't roll their r's well and it makes for some interesting pronunciations

She never misses a family dinner at her Grandma Molly's house

If she is not there, something is wrong

Has broken up a physical fight between her cousins before and will do it again

She is close with all the girls and doesn't really have one in particular who she's closer to

She always carves out time to talk to each of the girls and bond with them

No one dislikes Vic

They might hate her bluntness or have disagreements with her, but she does not keep receipts and all her cousins appreciate that about her

Dominique

Can you say wild child?

She's the reason Bill and Fleur have grey hairs for sure

She's two years younger than Vic and they are like night and day

Dom is the life of the party and also the family's budtender though most of the parents are unaware of this

She's very chill and loves hanging out with her cousins and gossiping

This has gotten her into trouble before

Once Rose walked in on Dom talking about her latest hook up and Rose ended up not speaking to her for over two months

She is really close with Molly

These girls are twin flames, both wild to the core

They go backpacking across Europe together after they graduate Hogwarts

Dom decides to get a tattoo while she's high and it ends up getting infected

Molly takes her to a Muggle doctor and the girls end up giggling over how cute he is

Molly

Molly is the same age as Dom, but she was born first

She is supper smart but never flashes it around

Organizes monthly girl's nights for all her cousins

Not all of them end up coming and that's ok, but they know the door is always open if they want to

If they do end up coming, she makes a bunch of 'junk food' like chips and chocolate chip cookies from scratch

She takes after her grandmother when it comes to cooking and the other girls love her for it

If Dom is the budtender, Molly is the bartender

She used to work at a bar and can do all sorts of fancy tricks when pouring shots or making drinks

One night when the girls are all together, she makes a mixed drink for each of her cousins and one for her sister and names them after each of them

Rose

The definition of the cool one

She's always off on some adventure or taking some cool vacation

She is six years younger than Vic, but they're still very close

She goes to Vic whenever she needs advice on anything from love to life to her career

The younger girls adore her and think she's the best thing since baked bread

She caught them doing weed (which they stole from Dom) once at the Burrow in the twins' old room and didn't tell the adults

Instead she grabbed them water, helped them add a little concealer so they didn't look so high, and reminded them that getting high with their parents downstairs was definitely not the best idea

Then she winked and was gone

Everyone is always shocked that Ron and Hermione produced such a chill kid

She's Healer so anytime that one of the girls end up with the slightest headache they call Rose

She pretends to be annoyed but she really loves it

Lucy

She's the quiet one

Not in the shy way but in the if you interrupt me again, I'll cut your head off way

A total bookworm

And swears like a sailor

She's the most reclusive of the Wotter girls

She's the one who comes to their sleepovers the least, even though her sister hosts them

It's not that she doesn't like them or the girls, she just values her peace and quiet

She's is six years younger than her sister and eight years younger than Vic

If any of the girls were going to pull up to a fight, they're bringing Lucy

She is tiny but mighty

Roxanne

Loudest of all the girls and definitely the most likely to accidently break something

She's the same age as Lucy, but Luce was born first

She loves the chaos that is the Burrow when all of her family members are there

Is probably the easiest of the girls to talk to and the most outgoing

Like this girl's mouth does not stop moving for a second

Are we surprised that she's really funny?

No, no one is surprised by that

She is closest with Lily, but Vic is like an older sister to her

She and Lily hang out a lot at school and once they graduate, they move in together

They definitely spend those first few years partying way too much and getting high way too often

But they grow and mature together and they're closer because of it

Lily

If you took all of Harry's bad traits and all of Ginny's bad traits and mixed them in a pot, you'd get Lily Lu

She is sarcastic and always has a comeback ready

She can also be a brat and Ginny blames Harry for that

She is the last grandchild born, three months younger than Roxanne

She has green eyes not brown, and yes, this is a hill I will die on

Loves her cousins, but can find them overbearing at times, especially Vic

When she's feeling overwhelmed, she goes to hang out with Lucy

They both appreciate the quiet and downtime

She sites the fact that she and Roxanne both have annoying older brothers as the reason they're so close

Also a wild child, but in a much more self-destructive way than Molly or Dom are

She blows through boys like they're candy, and it's especially concerning to her cousins

She's loyal though and no one is going to say a word about her family without answering to her

You can think Becky (aka @harryissuchalittleshit) for these headcanons because she asked me for them! You should send all the love her way because she is awesome!

[awlimagines]

Part One: Them being possessive of you.

CELIA/CECILIA

Cecilia feels jealousy and depression just like anyone else. She worries when she sees you with someone else laughing at what they said or when you tell her something someone else did that you appreciated. She does not let these feelings affect her actions in noticeable ways. Ceci wants you to be happy even if you won’t be with her. So, Cecilia wears her usual soft smile and takes an interest in your conversations with her. 

Despite this, Cecilia is highly attuned to you. She can tell you when you’ll have a cold from the rain. Ceci knows without looking when you’re upset over something from the simple change in your energy. She knows everything that could bring a smile to your face and effortlessly gifts it to you. Ceci seems puzzled when people say you’re quiet and difficult to get to know. She tries to help by explaining everything she knows. When the left corner of your mouth flicks upward, you’re trying to conceal a laugh. The slight furrow of your brow combined with a frown means you’re confused and thinking. Cecilia doesn’t understand how people don’t see these obvious to her details.

GUSTAFA

Gustafa always thought he was an even-keeled kind of guy. He went with the flow and didn’t let someone’s anger stoke his own. Everyone has their struggles, and he could roll with that. Things changed some when you came into the picture. Gustafa felt himself becoming annoyed when others would spend time with you. His grip would tighten on his instrument ever so slightly while he glared through sunglasses. Gustafa knew he shouldn’t feel this way. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating or engaged. You were free to hang out with whomever you wanted. Gustafa would just prefer those people weren’t other eligible bachelors or bachelorettes. 

That was before you started dating. Gustafa was over the moon happy you chose him. He wanted to make sure everyone knew, also. He’d lace his fingers through yours and pull you closer to his side as the two of you walked through town and gave you a peck on the cheek before parting ways. Gustafa quickly discovered how to make you swoon and focus on him alone. He’d lean forward just enough to allow his glasses to slide down and reveal his eyes when smiling at you. Gustafa abused this trick when your conversations drew on, and his arm around your shoulders didn’t divert your attention back to him.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

Marlin knows he naturally looks surly. It had never been a huge problem in the valley. People there were nice enough to greet him and leave him alone if he didn’t want to speak with people. Then you arrived. Your ceaseless attempts to see him every day wormed into his heart. Marlin was very blunt in sharing how bad he thought your crops were but admired your determination to get better and how you clung intently to his advice. 

It started small. Marlin would glare from your side as someone encroached on his time with you. He didn’t think it was any different from his usual look. Marlin is pleasantly surprised with how quickly people finish speaking with you, leaving the two of you alone again. As the two of you grew closer, Marlin expressed worry about your trips to the city to see friends. It wasn’t a safe place like the valley, especially with how late you stayed out. Marlin insisted on accompanying you to walk you home through the city streets and mountain trails for safety.

NAMI

You were at the beach chatting with Nami about wanting to visit Coco Island one day after Pui talked about it. He didn’t mention many details, which is why you were intrigued. During your conversation, Molly caught sight of Nami and you. The blonde greeted you both warmly, asking what you were talking about. Molly gushed about how sweet you were to donate money to Pui like that. Nami asked about the cafe and if Griffin was working alone, grinding Molly’s conversation with you to a halt. After Molly parted to return to work, Nami spoke to you. “You know she was flirting with you, right?” 

Nami left when you asked what she meant. Molly had acted the same as always. You were still fretting over the miscommunication days later when you came across Gustafa playing outside his yurt. You were talking with him about what could have made Nami so mad when she appeared on the path toward the beach. When she saw you sitting with Gustafa, she glared before turning around and heading in the opposite direction. You gave Gustafa a quick goodbye before hustling after Nami. 

“You must be into Gustafa now. I didn’t expect you to be the type to switch so quickly. But to each their own, not like I care.” You frantically explained both Gustafa and Molly were just friends. You liked her, not either of them. You were trying to ask what you had done to upset her to fix it. Nami stood quietly, taking in your worried look before muttering not to worry about it. She ignored your confused look with a blush and asked, since you were already there if you wanted to walk to the spring with her.

ROCK

Rock believed himself to be not only the most stylish guy around but the most laidback as well. After returning to his parents’ inn after a spate of bad luck in finding a job to make him happy, Rock was living his best life. Rock could laugh off most everything without an issue, but as he grew to like you, he began having trouble. Why did everyone always want your attention? His parents would whisper bets about what bachelor or bachelorette you would settle down with. They never included his name, even though he made you laugh more than anyone else. The feelings simmered away until they came to a boil when you talked about a funny story about something you did with another person. 

“They don’t deserve you - I don’t deserve you. But at least I’m aware of it,” Rock pouted. After overcoming your shock, you reassured Rock you weren’t interested in anyone except him. His goofy antics stole your heart a while back. So, Rock took that as a go-ahead. You were shocked when Rock gave you a high-class lip stain to wear. He claimed it was just something small to help your lips from being chapped. Rock asked to see the color on you. He thought it would match your complexion and just wanted to be sure. After checking it out on yourself and loving it, you kissed Rock on the cheek before getting back to work. That had been hours ago, so why was he still wandering the town with a stain on his cheek and a smug look?

[tokuvivor]

DuckTales Character Songs! (Part 4)

And now, here’s the last of 4 parts of my DuckTales character playlist. This time, I’ll be highlighting songs for recurring characters from Season 3 (with one exception, mind you). Sorry it’s a bit late, but regardless, it’s here.

Links to my previous songs:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2, continued

Part 3

Part 3, continued

And once again, a shoutout to @glowyjellyfish on brainstorming these some with me.

Black Heron

Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

First off, I’m kicking myself a little, because how did I forget doing a song for Heron to this point? That said, I guess it kinda makes sense having her song here, considering she was such a big part of F.O.W.L., the main villains of Season 3, so…yeah.

Anyway, this song is very serious, blunt, and kinda dark, like her. It’s also kind of a nod to the fact that the Darkwing Duck iteration of F.O.W.L. was largely a shadowy organization without a real concrete face of it.

Steelbeak

POWER by Kanye West

I was going back and forth as to whether I should use this song. But ultimately, I did. At times during the song, the title is a reference to a power trip, which Steelbeak ultimately did go on when he used the Intelli-Ray in The Last Adventure! Kanye is very bombastic and polarizing, a lot like Steelbeak himself. A lot of the time, he chooses to use his brute strength to forge ahead, and tries to prove all his doubters wrong, even those he works with. So really, regardless of what you might think of Kanye, his music works well for Steelbeak’s narrative.

Daisy Duck

Grown Woman by Beyoncé

No original version of the song? Come on, Spotify!

Anyway, as easy as it could be to choose a song about Daisy, it’s also just as easy to mess it up. She’s way more that just a pretty face. She’s an absolute go-getter that knows what she wants out of life, has worked super hard in the fashion industry, and given both her age and her status, she can do what she wants, but doesn’t let it go to her head.

Phantom Blot

Man in Black by Johnny Cash

Besides his attire, this song kinda plays off of Blot’s backstory, being against magic after Magica laid waste to his town. His attire presumably took on a more somber tone after this, and he started hunting magic users down. Until things can be seen as brighter for him, the Blot will wear all black.

Gosalyn Mallard

Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

Gosalyn has had a rough life. Her parents die, she loses her grandfather, she’s been on the run from her life circumstances. However, she thrives off of the uncertainty, pushing through barriers, just doing whatever she can to get through life. Also, I just feel like ID’s music in general really suits her edgy, sometimes jaded personality.

The Fearsome Five (well, Four)

Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood and the Destroyers

We didn’t get much of the Fearsome Five (especially Negaduck) in DuckTales, but I think this song sums them up pretty well as villains.

Kit Cloudkicker and Molly Cunningham

Learn to Fly by Foo Fighters

The Greatest Show by Panic! at the Disco from The Greatest Showman

Honestly, I gotta mention this TaleSpin duo in the same breath here. I’d say these songs are mostly self-explanatory. Kit’s a pilot trying to hone his talent (don’t really remember TaleSpin, but from what I’ve gathered, DuckTales did his character all wrong); Molly started her own sky circus, and what better song to embrace the role of ringleader with than this banger? (It has grown on me over the years, I won’t lie.)

May and June (Duck)

Who Are the Mystery Girls? by New York Dolls

Okay, like with a couple of the other songs I’ve used, the lyrics aren’t the most appropriate to describe the situation, but the title…yeah, it’s just the general sentiment for most of The Last Adventure!: “Who are the mystery girls?” Some of the characters, Webby especially, are just trying to figure out May and June.

And that’s it! My complete list of character songs for DuckTales! I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did making the list. As for my next musical foray into DuckTales, I will say this: it’s arguably a bit more complicated than just character songs. So stay tuned!

[notvoid]

i hate when slitherman take over my thoughts look at this machete i just bought six people in the house they all dying i put gasoline in they air fryer 7 grams of molly in the henny and offer that shit to everybody lace a blunt pass it to everybody im jim jones not jon gotti dump the backwood in embalming fluid convince a bitch to do a triple stack roll up a backwood and make some crack destroy your whole family with crack put gasoline all over your driver's seat soon as you light your blunt kaboom this machete i got is new stab you in your fuckin pressure point twist your neck until it snap fuck halloween i kill in september fuck friday the 13th i kill on the 1st fuck the 31st i kill on the 3rd i kill tuesday at 3 oclock i kill a bitch at sunday service slitherman produced this beat I put fish hooks through your eyelids and pour bleach all down your throat and tattoo i hate myself on your head knock your granddad out a wheelchair slap the fuck out your grandma and stab all your little cousins i break in your house with no hands put cuts all over your body with a razor and spray your ass with ammonia hoe you thirsty i got a concoction i wanna see you cough up blood i wanna see your family cry over your body and get sturdy on that bitch grave i pull up like i know what you did last summer freddy kreuger was a rapist i hate him F

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 9-Stripping/Glory Holes

The Ghost and Molly Mcgee-June/ OCs, Darryl/OCs

Darryl takes an horny June to a secret club for kids like them

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

June was having a problem. She was horny all the time and was having trouble finding a good outlet. She tried to grind herself against her pillow to little avail. On her nightstand, her phone started ringing. Sighing, she climbed off her pillow and picked up the phone. “June speaking.”

“Hey it’s your boy Darryl. Wanna hang?”

“Sorry, I’m busy masturbating.”

Darryl blinked. He was still getting used to June’s bluntness. “Ah well, I hope you're having fun.”

“Not really, nothing seems to be working. And my parents keep insisting I’m too young for toys despite evidence to the contrary. Hmm, do you know anyone who would be selling some sex toys?”

“Actually, I think I could do you one better. Meet me outside.”

“Should I put my skirt back on?”

“Yes.”

June found herself downtown with Darryl. He took her to a block of warehouses. After passing several of them, he knocked on one in the pattern of 'shave and a haircut'.The door rolled up just enough for the two to walk in before shutting again. An eighth grader approached the two. "Password."

Darryl cleared his throat. "I like your turtles."

He nodded and let the two go further in. June was amazed. Where they were at looked more like an inside of a particular fancy and old fashioned hotel, complete with a staircase leading to a second story, rather than an old warehouse. "What is this place?" Darryl handed her a card. She read it aloud. "Andrea presents Gentlelad’s: Adult fun for kids."

"It's a sex club. But you know, for kids."

"I gathered. Thanks."

"Well, you have great timing cause the big show is about to start!"

He led her to a big auditorium with a stage. June still had no idea how this all fit inside this warehouse. The curtain rose and Andrea herself appeared. She was wearing an elaborate green dress. "Welcome one and all to Gentlelad's. I'm happy to see so many faces here. Enjoy the show!"

Jazzy music started playing as opposed to the pop songs Andrea normally sang. June was surprised when Molly and her friend Libby came and joined her in song. Well Molly did.

"I don't know how to sing," Libby staged whispered.

"You don't need to know how to sing, just dance sweetie," Andrea told her.

Both Molly and Libby were in the same dress that Andrea had on, save for they were red and blue respectively. The three thirteen-year-olds danced in sync with each other. Molly and Andrea were singing together while Libby (poorly) lip synced to them.

The real surprise was when the three of them bent down and grabbed the hem of their dresses and tore them off their bodies. The three of them technically had clothes underneath but they didn't hide much. The sheer bra and panties were see through, showing off their hard nipples and bald pussies.

Molly kept on singing as Andrea brought in Libby for an open mouth kiss. After a couple of verses, the kissing broke apart and Andrea took up the song as Molly put her mouth on Libby's. Soon all three girls had turned around showing off their derriere.

June had heard a zipping sound and turned to see that Darryl had pulled his cock at and was furiously stroking himself. While June had seen dicks online, this was the first she'd seen in person. Her face flushed. June had to admit that the burlesque dance was quite arousing. And seeing half naked people in the flash was so much more exhilarating in person than on a computer screen. She looked around and noticed Darryl was the only one happily masturbating to the sight of his sister's butthole.

Molly's body was very attractive, June thought. When in Rome she guessed. She pulled down her tights and hiked up her skirt. Her sex was already wet when she slid her fingers into it. She let out a low throaty moan as she watched the three thirteen-year-olds practically fuck each other on stage. She felt herself cumming, her walls spasming around her fingers, her juices spraying into the aisle. Darryl also came, the sight of his sister eating Andrea's ass particularly driving him over the edge as he fired his cum onto the back of the seat in front of him.

As the current closed, June went to pull her tights up but Darryl stopped her. "You might want to leave those off." He had dropped his shirts and boxers over his shoulders. His penis dangled freely between his legs. "The night's just getting started. But first I gotta pee."

June could use a post orgasm urination as well. She entered the girls bathroom to reveal herself. She was greeted by a trans girl her own age getting a blow job from her friend. She could hear moans and the sounds of prepubescent bodies slamming together coming from the stalls. She entered a free one and relieved herself in the toilet. She wiped her vagina and washed her hands next to the trans girl who was now cumming all over her friend's face.

When she met Darryl in the lobby he had keys in his hand. His cock was already chubbing again. "Got us a room."

June's heart thumbed as she followed her friend. A trail of slick ran down her thigh as she walked around in public with her ass out. Most of the other kids in the place were in various states of dress themselves, so she and Darryl got little attention. June didn't know to be revealed or disappointed at this.

They entered the room Darryl got them. The ground was covered in cushions and padding. To the left were several very large beds while to the right was a wall covered in holes. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were for.

"I figured since this is your first time to one of these, you might be a little shy. So I thought glory holes might be for the best."

It was true. June had been feeling a knot in her stomach at the thought of fucking some strangers. This was so much easier. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged Darryl. He hugged her back. It was nice, even as their genitals briefly touched.

As she knelt in front of the holes, she heard a coughing noise. Darryl pointed to her shirt. Right, she thought to herself, don't want to make a mess. She pulled off the sweater vest and her white colored button down. Her parents considered her too young for bras, so her flat chest was exposed to the room.

Soon several cocks began emerging from the holes. Judging from the sizes, they were all children her age. The thought thrilled her. She began stroking a black one. Then she licked the head like she was licking an ice cream cone. She used her other hand to jack off another dick.

Behind her, Darryl was letting several more girls in for his own pleasure. Most were around his own age but a few as young as eight and as old as fourteen. He quickly got to work fingering one while sucking on the nipple of another.

June was finally sucking her first cock now. Her lips met sub inches from the wall as her tongue danced around the appendage. She was surprised by the taste of the dick, sweaty and hot. Like working out after a long day. It was intoxicating. One of the dicks she was pumping came, shooting the milky, good, liquid all over her chest. It felt warm on her skin. June was very glad that she was topless now.

Darryl had taken the eight-year-old from behind and was fucking her pussy hard. She screamed in a high pitched noise was she came, Darryl flooding her sex with his seed. When he pulled out a girl closer to his own age and the fourteen-year-old started cleaning it off with their tongues.

The black kids cock finally came, giving June her first taste of semen. It was not unpleasant. She took the next dick in her mouth and blew him until he coated her face with cum. Darryl was humping one of his preteen sluts, pumping his cum into her underage pussy.

June felt a twinge in her own pussy as a trail of slick ran down her thigh. Hearing Darryl fuck those girls combined with the scent of the cum covering her was driving her crazy. She turned around and pressed her behind against one of the glory holes. She gave a yelp as she felt a dick slide into her wet sex. Whoever was on the other side was very eager and filled her pussy nicely. He came without pulling out, flooding the preteen's vagina with his seed. It felt nice to have warmness fill her up.

He pulled out only for another to fill her dripping cunt. As she was rocked, June saw Darryl eating out one of the girls. He held his fist out in a fist bump. Which she returned.

[bittertrvgedies]

{ cis woman, she/her } ❝ These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume . ❞ huh, who’s ZENDAYA? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY. pronoun is a TWENTY SIX year old HALFBLOOD witch who is a MEDIWITCH. she is a GRYFFINDOR alum and the biological child of HERMIONE GRANGER-WEASLEY AND RON WEASLRY. she is known for being ABRASIVE, BLUNT, and STUBBORN but also CONFIDENT, CREATIVE, and LOYAL, so that must be why pronoun always reminds me of the song VIGILANTE SHIT & TAYLOR SWIFT and the warmth of summer sunrises, notes written between the margins, soft of a crocheted sweaters, rock N roll tee shirts and hair bows. i hear pronoun is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

E D U C A T I O N

SCHOOLING: Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. St. Mungo’s medical program HOUSE: Gryffindor

Best Classes: Potions, DADA, and Herbology

Worst Classes: Divination.

Electives: Ancient Runes

Honors: Head Girl, Prefect

Extra-Curricular: Chaser, Dueling Club

P E R S O N A L I T Y

THE LABEL: the heroine ENTJ -  is someone with the Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging personality traits. They are decisive people who love momentum and accomplishment. They gather information to construct their creative visions but rarely hesitate for long before acting on them. moral alignment: chaotic good ADDICTIONS: Sweets POSITIVE: creative, loyal, protective, innovative, & survivalist NEGATIVE: abrasive, blunt, untrusting, short-tempered, & impatient HOBBIES: crochet & knit, sews on occasion, loves a good karaoke bar, loves to bake, movie marathoning in a pillow fort

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

father: Ron Weasley

mother: Hermione Granger-Weasley

siblings: Hugo Weasley

grandparents: Arthur and Molly Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Granger

extended family: TThe Weasley/Potter Clan

H E A D C A N O N S

Has a Grey Maine Coon cat named Sherlock

Is rather proud that she doesn’t have any roommates but tbh, Rose is the worst roommate to have. Her clutter is everywhere.

Is often compared to Hermione much to Rose’s displeasure. They look almost the spitting image of each other with the exception of Rose’s hair colour and rose is quite a clever girl– she did get top marks in school– but that is where the similarities end. Rose is much more rough around the edges… in fact, her edges are frayed and she’s barely holding it together. She’s harsher and more impulsive. she jumps to conclusions a lot and while 90% of the time, she’s right, she can be wrong sometimes. Not that she will ever admit it.

10 out of 10 a daddy's girl.

Sarcastic af

She puts everyone she cares about before herself. Has always been that way and sometimes it tires her.

her full bio is found here.

[filthystill]

[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock,  hiding from something or someone.  (From holly for Jimmy )

jimmy gets a lobotomy.

Normally, he loved it when he makes the evening news. This time was different. There was nothing to love here. No glory. This was a defeat. This was the end of days.

Out the corner of his eye, traitor. Betrayer. Did it all mean nothing to you?

In front of him, drool. Christmas fucking past. If he'd only stamped on his head once more, if he'd only finished the fucking job, he wouldn't be here. He'd be in Alaska, drinking himself to death in peace.

And after everything we've been through, he wanted to say, to the shape in the corner of his eye, you're just going to stand there and watch?

We're going to do to you, what you did to us. We're going to find your daughter. We're going to cut her arms off, and her legs, and leave you braindead. You have done this to yourself.

"Come on..." Shape in the corner of his eye, flicker, spark of the past.

There it is.

The needle is in through his eye, touches something serious, pupils vibrate, and in the shaking he sees green leaves, thrashing water, new to these emotions, don't know how to explain, holy shit, HOLY SHIT.

He grabbed the back of the chair, and thrashed it to the floor, needle slipped out Jimmy's eye, and he was free, for the first time in a month he was unbound, all that hate, it had to go somewhere. Back to back with his betrayer, he fought like a hungry dog. All snapping teeth and high-pitched yelling.

Fell out the elevator, went through the door in hail of woodchips, cheap plywood, he'd done this before. Carried by momentum only he crashes in, violently blows chunks. Kitchen. Kitchen first. Keep that momentum up. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't scan the place for bodies, nobody's home. Nobody lives here anymore. Thick layer of dust over the pad, but, if he wasn't in the state he currently was, he might've noticed the disturbed patches. The fingerprints. The smudges. He's over the sink, fighting with something, noise coming out of him, rumbling like thunder, like lightning he's through the cupboards, every single one tore open until he found bottle, and pills.

He jams two in his mouth, hard crack, he jams the bottle to his lips and fires his head back, the liquid hits the back of his throat, and for a second he's sure he's dead -- his heart explodes, his mind collapses in on itself, they dragged him out of the cold, the beat him, they nearly ended his whole fucking career, he was blind, asleep at the wheel, cocksure, but they beat him. They won. He could still feel the empty space where the needle was, jammed in his eyeball, he was one tap away from demented torture. Sick fucks. Evil fucks. And his body screamed, yelled, buckled under the weight of the poison hammering his stomach, hand grabbed his neck, hard, held his throat open. He's falling back, against the bottle, against the counter, wipes out the toaster, microwave hanging limply by the cable, clatter, hits the ground.

And it's all over. All that noise is fading into the background. And he remembers the rain, against his fur, in that place beyond the lobotomy. Microsleep on the kitchen counter.

Those pills were really fucking good. Really fucking potent, really fucking clean. No food, dragging him under already, he's so heavy, peels sticky face off the cold marble.

He sleeps in the shower for five hours.

It's dark when he wakes up, he feels like a new man, in the grips of morphine and whatever spirit was still swirling around his mind. Luckily he's in a towel when he comes out, now aware he's not alone, figure on his couch, small frame, he knew her. No, not Molly, the other one. The smaller one. Holly. That's it. Holly. He knew her shape, before he knew her name.

He didn't say nothing. Just moved to the end of the couch, perched himself there, started rolling a blunt. Press of a button, bathed in the light of the flat-screen. Normally, he loved it when he makes the evening news. This time was different. There was nothing to love here. No glory. This was a defeat. This was the end of days.

Armed and dangerous. He'd shot his way out of there. Stupid to still be in the city. Knew Dmitri would be out of here. Nobody knew about this place. It was safe.

"Just hope it wasn't all in vein," he says, before his tongue flicks out, "this is it man," blunt in his mouth, he had time to burn, to recover, even without a door. Pigs didn't know shit. He was sure of it. Certain. Still. Light in the lobby, only place illuminated. "It was nearly all for nothing, nearly slipped through my fingers," thick cloud huffed out, sweet burn, her arms wrap around him, shhh it's okay, in his ear, "you know a brain doctor?" He asked, bluntly, as the worry set in, "I was almost fucked, Holly, you get me," poked his eye, laughed, "they almost fucking had me."

[pleasurehour]

⊹　open  to　⤻　all. ⊹　based  on　⤻　the  helpless ruthless final girl  whose  infatuation  with  the infamous  killer  has been just  as  obsessive  as  theirs  has been  with  her.  loosely inspired  by this and  this.

　“  please.  please.  ”  molly  could’ve  given  every  scream  queen  a  run  for  their  money  –  the  blood-curling  wail  that  drew  from  her  lips,  the  waterworks  streaming  down  cheeks  flushed  from  exhaustion.  she  looked  like  a  cowering  animal,  measly  prey  to  the  brooding  predator  …  but  that’s  what  she  wanted.  an  act  fit  for  a  silver  screen  that  would  only  lure  them  in,  make  them  feel  like  they  had  the  upper  hand.  she  waited  until  they  got  close  enough  before  the  switch. eyes  once  dilated  with  fear  darkened  into  a  hollow  stare  with  a  blink, one single tear rolling from her duct to the corner of her lip.  “  c’mon.  you  don’t  want  to  kill  me.  ” any trace of trembling in her tone vanished. it was almost maniacal the way her lips so easily settled into a smug smile.   “  if  you  did  you  would've  already,  right? ” she cocked her head and arched a brow. “ i mean, i've given you so many chances ... ” a step forward before her index finger took to the blunt edge of the knife in their hand, traced the steel from the shaft to the tip.  she  was  dancing  with  death,  a  game  she  was  all-too-willing  to  play  because  she’d  been  playing  one  of  her  own.  “  i'm starting to think  you’re  scared  you  might  regret  it if you do.  ”

[radiomogai]

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Weed

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-bluntic: A suffix for genders related to blunts* -bongic: A suffix for genders related to bongs -edibbic: A suffix for genders related to edibles -jointic: A suffix for genders related to joints* -munchic: A suffix for genders related to the munchies, cravings caused by the munchies, favorite foods when stoned, etc. but not weed in general/on its own -pottic: A suffix for genders related to marijuana/weed/pot/whatever -stoneric: A suffix for genders related to being a stoner, smoking weed, taking edibles, etc. but not weed in general/on its own. -weedic: A suffix for genders related to marijuana/weed/pot/whatever *for anyone wondering, the difference between a blunt and a joint is that a blunt is a hollowed out (most likely cheaper) cigar that was filled with weed and a joint is weed wrapped in rolling paper

Alcohol

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-beeric: A suffix for genders related to beer - subset of -holic -bourbonic: A suffix for genders related to Bourbon - subset of -whiskeyic -cocktailic: A suffix for genders related to cocktails - subset of -holic -cooleric: A suffix for genders related to wine coolers (the drink, not the thing that actually cools wine) - subset of -wineic -ginic: A suffix for genders related to gin - subset of -holic -ginnic: A suffix for genders related to gin - subset of -holic -holic: A suffix for genders related to alcohol -hurricaic: A suffix for genders related to the Hurricane cocktail - subset of -cocktailic -martinic: A suffix for genders related to Martinis - subset of -cocktailic -rumic: A suffix for genders related to Rum - subset of -holic -rummic: A suffix for genders related to Rum - subset of -holic -scotcheic: A suffix for genders related to Scotch (alcohol) - subset of -whiskeyic -scotchic: A suffix for genders related to Scotch (alcohol) - subset of -whiskeyic -vodkaic: A suffix for genders related to Vodka - subset of -holic -whiskeyic: A suffix for genders related to whiskey - subset of -holic -wineic: A suffix for genders related to wine - subset of -holic

Acid/LSD

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-aciden: A suffix for genders related to acid/LSD -lsden: A suffix for genders related to acid/LSD

Shrooms

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-magishroomic: A suffix for genders related to shrooms/magic mushrooms -psylocic: A suffix for genders related to Psilocin -psylocyc: A suffix for genders related to Psilocybin -psylocyic: A suffix for genders related to Psilocybin -shroomic: A suffix for genders related to shrooms/magic mushrooms

Vape and E-Cigs

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(I know vapes and E-Cigs aren’t exactly the same, but they’re similar enough for me to group them)

-cbdvapaic: A suffix for genders related to CBD vapes - subset of vapaic -cbvapaic: A suffix for genders related to CBD vapes - subset of vapaic -ecigic: A suffix for genders related to e-cigs -vapaic: A suffix for genders related to vapes -vitavapaic: A suffix for genders related to vitamin vapes - subset of vapaic -vitvapaic: A suffix for genders related to vitamin vapes - subset of vapaic

Cigarettes and Cigars

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(I know cigarettes and cigars aren’t exactly the same, but they’re similar enough for me to group them)

-camcigareic: A suffix for genders related to Camel Cigarettes - subset of -cigareic -cigareic: A suffix for genders related to cigarettes -cigaric: A suffix for genders related to cigars -marlcigareic: A suffix for genders related to Marlboro Cigarettes

Chewing Tobacco/Chew/Dip

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-chewic: A suffix for genders related to chew/chewing tobacco/dip -dippaic: A suffix for genders related to chew/chewing tobacco/dip

Ecstasy/Molly/MDMA

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-ecstic: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in its state most commonly referred to as Ecstasy - subset of -mdmic -ecstasic: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in its state most commonly referred to as Ecstasy - subset of -mdmic -mdmic: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in any state (pronounced em-dem-ick) -mollic: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in its state most commonly referred to as Molly - subset of -mdmic -mollyc: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in its state most commonly referred to as Molly - subset of -mdmic -mollyic: A suffix for genders related to MDMA in its state most commonly referred to as Molly - subset of -mdmic

General/Other/Unsorted/Combination

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-hyarousic: A suffix for genders related to drugs that cause hyperarousal or hyperarousal caused by drug use -hallucigic: A suffix for genders related to hallucinogens/hallucinogenic drugs -hallucinaic: A suffix for genders related to hallucinating and/or hallucinations due to drugs -hallucinagic: A suffix for genders related to hallucinogens/hallucinogenic drugs -highic: A suffix for genders related to getting high, being high, highs themselves, etc. -plantaic: A suffix for genders related to plant based/related drugs -rollipaperic: A suffix for genders related to rolling paper -ropaperic: A suffix for genders related to rolling paper -smokinaic: A suffix for genders related to smoke and smoking not caused by fires, heat, etc. (basically related to weed, vapes, etc.) -thcvapaic: A suffix for genders related to THC vapes -tripic: A suffix for genders related to drug trips of some kind, tripping on drugs, etc. -trippic: A suffix for genders related to drug trips of some kind, tripping on drugs, etc. -weedvapaic: A suffix for genders related to weed vapes

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Drogegender Suffixes

Warning for drug, alcohol, etc. mentions though all this and they’re all sorted by what specifically they’re related to. I think I coined everything I wanted to coin so I won’t feel the need to do another one of these big posts (for these specifically). These can also be used as individual identities if you want, especially since I’m not sure if/when I’m going to coin the gender forms of these and I kinda doubt a lot of other users will either.

So with that out of the way, let’s go!

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[simpurnatural]

Fucked Up - Fez

Fezco x Reader

Simpurnatural’s Grand Masterlist

Note from Nat: “Season 2 has been so good so far!”

Warning ⚠️: SPOILER WARNING FOR EUPHORIA, Smut, Swearing, Violence, Angst

Pairing(s): Fezco x Reader, Maddy x Reader (siblings/platonic)

As it turns out, the guy you’ve been hooking up with is the dude who just beat up your sister’s ex boyfriend. And just before you think it couldn't get worse, you still went home with Fez.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I AM WORKING ON (3) REQUESTS <3

“No Church In The Wild” - JAY-Z, KANYE WEST, FRANK OCEAN, THE-DREAM 

Growing up, Maddy was the kid her parents always put in the spot light. No matter how big or small her accomplishments were. It didn’t matter if what she was doing was molly or being in cheer, she was their little princess. 

Y/n on the other hand? Became overlooked the day Maddy came into this God forsaken world. Yet she loved her little sister more than anyone could even imagine. But when their mom began sticking her nose in where it shouldn’t be, that’s when shit went south.

“You know that Maddy looks up to you!” your mom sobs as she began throwing away all the weed scattered around the room. “¿En dónde te equivocaste? (Where did you go wrong?)“ she asks.

“Me? You should be asking yourself because frankly, you don’t give a flying fuck about me!” you reply, mascara running down your face. “It’s always Maddy did this! Maddy does that! Do you know why I smoke?” you interrogated.

“¡Oh Dios mío! (Oh my God!)” your mom proclaims and ran out of your clearly neglected room.

“Because it helps me forget for just a second how much of pain in the ass everyone in this house is!” you proclaimed before getting up and following her out the door.

“Don’t speak to your mother like that!” your dad hollers from his ottoman causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh please. You haven’t slept anywhere else besides that fucking chair for years. Shut the fuck up,” you spat as a door creaked open. 

“Y/n?” Maddy croaked, peaking her head out slightly. 

Now she didn’t deserve the brunt of your anger, especially if she didn’t fully understand why you were so upset. It became dead silent in the house for a moment. Your dad still taking swigs at his beer while your mom’s entire being shook with every quiet sob.

Instead of saying anything, you marched into your room and slammed the door shut. You checked every crevice and hidey hole in your room for a blunt but to no avail. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled before grabbing your wallet and keys then sneaking out your bedroom window.

Jumping into your car, Maddy stuck her head out her window. Sharing a sad smile, she waved to you and you waved back. 

You were heading to Fez’s apartment because you needed him to hook you up with the good shit. The two of you share an interesting history together, it was all touch and go from the start. He introduced you to marijuana at the beginning of last summer...

Fresh out of high school, you were planning on taking the fall semester off as an extended break. Someone hosted a house party for all the graduates but basically all of student body was there. As expected, the party was a fucking banger and you found yourself face to face with the all-around-town drug dealer, Fezco. 

“Ever tried weed?” he asks as you both walked around the packed backyard. 

“Nope,” you replied quickly, “I have never done drugs or smoked anything in my life,”

“I can tell. But you drink?” he asks, motioning to your red solo cup.

“Only on occasion. Mainly parties,” you explain and looked down at the tequila.

“Well you gon’ like this,” he chuckles before lighting a blunt. “Try,” he insists.

“Okay,” you blush, taking it from him and putting it to your lips. “Shit-” you coughed after taking a sharp inhale.

“Nah you gotta do it like this,” he instructs as he took it back and took a hit. 

You did as you were told and that was the moment you got hooked. At that point, you weren’t sure if it was to Fez or the drugs. Almost every day that summer consisted of you hanging out with him. And you didn’t tell a single soul.

Your parents would flip if they figured out that you were seeing Fez. But it was fairly easy to sneak in and out of the house since everything else took up all their time anyway. It’s not like they gave a shit about you in the first place.

“A kiss here,” Fez says, pointing to his cheek. “Here. And right here,” he says pointing to the other then to his lips.

You were having a smoke on the steps next to his place. The sun was setting and neither of you had a care in the world.

“Yeah?” you asked as the blunt stayed steady between your finger tips. 

“Yup,” he nods before you leaned closer.

“Here. Here. And-” you cut-off once your lips landed on his. 

One hand was on your cheek and the other was on your upper thigh. His kisses were better than drugs and that’s saying something. Despite his reputation, you had never been so at ease with someone like him in your entire life...

“Nah man,” Fez tsked, shaking his head.

“Why not? I have the money,” you reply, holding the wad of cash in your hand

“I don’t need you goin’ crazy and shit,” he says. “Weren’t you here like two days ago?” he asks.

“Yeah but my mom went through my room and threw everything away,” you groaned. “Please Fez,” you sighed and crossed your arms.

“Is that why you lookin’ like you been crying?” he asks.

“Yeah. So please just...” you voice trailed off as you handed him the cash.

“Okay,” he says, pulling some pot out of his back pocket. “But one thing though-”  he began as you leaned forward to grab it. “Come with me to that New Year’s party,” he smiles with your faces now centimetres apart. 

“Bet,” you hummed before swerving to give him a peck on the cheek and took the bag.

“Ay, gimme a real kiss!” he sighs as you made your way to the front door. 

“Come here and take one,” you reply, pouting your lips. 

Fez made his way over and pulled you in. You giggled into the kiss as his hand squeezed your ass slightly.

“Fuckin’ nasty,” Ash grumbled.

...

“What’s good McKay?” you asked as your former classmate approached.

“College. You?” he asks before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m about to head to the east coast for uni! Spring semester!” you replied, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“Dope, have you seen Cassie?” he questions and you turned to scan the room.

“Not yet,” you replied, “Her sister is looking for her too, said that she took off on their way here,” you inform.

“Oh thanks!” McKay responds before walking further into the house.

“Guess who?” a familiar voice asked as a hand covered your eyes.

“Fez?” you ask and spun around, making eye contact with his ocean blues. “Hey!” you smile then offering him your cup.

“What’s in it?” he asks as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Malibu!” you replied, watching him take sip a before handing it back. “Good right?”

“It’s tight,” Fez nods with a smile. “I like what you got goin’ on here. The aura and shit,” he says then motions to your black leather jacket and corduroy mini skirt. “Hey, is that my shirt?” he asks, tugging on your top.

“Yeah,” you shrug as you moved your body to the music. “Wanna dance?” you offered.

“Nah I don’t really dance,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ll watch you dance though,” he offers causing your ears to perk up.

“Okay,” you reply and moved towards the crowd, Fez watched in amusement as propped himself up against the sofa.

Raising your drink to the ceiling, you swayed your hips to the beat. You kept eye contact with each other and his smile just kept growing wider. Carefree suited you despite your ambitious dreams.

“I hope you get some dick tonight!” Maddy said as she shimmied through the sea of people. 

“What?” you asked, thinking you heard incorrectly. “Get dick?” you reiterated.

“These are like your final days of being a bad bitch!” she reminds, “You’re moving out for college and shit. So go all out!” she cheered and began grinding on the guy behind her.

“You’re right!” you hollar, nodding to her, “Have fun with him!” you oohed before going off to find Fez.

“Y/n!” he hollered, getting up from his seat on the couch. “Hold this for me?” he asks and handed you his sweater.

“Of course,” you nod and inhaled his cologne. 

“Everyone, everyone! One minute till fuckin’ New Years!” the guy who hosted cheered and everyone else joined in.

Fez took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But his eyes drifted to someone in the distance, Nate Jacobs. You quickly put two and two together. He was about to sucker punch him into the new year.

“We’re gonna head out soon, okay?” he asks over the everyone’s ten-second countdown.

“Yeah,” you smiled, still holding his hand. 

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“Happy New Years, baby!” he shouts before reeling you in for a kiss.

“Go fuck him up,” you whisper in his ear after pulling away.

From a safe distance, you watched him shatter a glass bottle over Nate’s head then proceed to beat the shit out of him. You didn’t know Fez had that much anger built up in him. A smile couldn’t help but creep its way onto your lips.

“Oh my God!” Cassie exclaimed. “Fezco stop!”

“Get off of him!” Maddy shouted as McKay tried to pull him away from Nate.

“Chill, chill, chill! Come on, guys!” the host sighed, pulling them apart before it got any crazier.

“Y/n help us!” your sister pleaded, you stopped in your tracks.

Fez grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the door. Maddy looked up from the floor to you, mouth agape in surprise.

“No wonder you’re so fucked up in the head,” she scoffed. “You’re dating a crack-ass!” she says and you dropped his hand. 

“Says the little girl that dressed up like a fucking slut!” you reply and pointed at her accusingly. “That lied to everyone about blacking out and getting raped! And always goes back to the same abusive psychopath! Quit acting like you’re the shit and grow up Maddy!” you ridiculed.

Everyone oohed as the scene unfolded, you flipped her off before heading out. Fez was right behind you with his hand on the small of your back.

“That shit was crazy,” he muttered as you both made your way to his car.

“Tell me about it,” you huff as his brother emerged from the driver’s seat. “Hey Ash,” you waved and crammed into the backseat.

“What took you guys so fuckin’ long?” he asked, the car pulling out of the driveway. 

“Fez just whooped Nate Jacobs’s sorry ass,” you inform.

“Damn,”

...

Ash said he’d rather shoot himself in the head than hear you two fuck, so he stayed in the car. You and Fez barely got through the door and his lips crashed against yours.

“Fez,” you moaned as his lips attached themselves to your neck. 

“Yeah?” he mumbled against your sweet spot. 

Something inside you bubbled at how his eyes looked into yours with such adoration. 

“I wanna ride you,” you confessed as you both stumbled into his room. 

“Be my guest,” he replies yanking off his shirt and kicking off his jeans and boxers. 

Pushing him on the bed, you climbed on top of him before pulling your shirt over your head. Fez pushed himself up against the headboard as you kissed him again, pumping his length. 

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he says, “Keep the skirt on,” he instructs before resting his hands behind his head. 

He watched you guide your pussy down his cock, moaning as your walls expanded around it. Rocking your hips back and forth and throwing your head back at the euphoric feeling. 

Fez wished he could capture this moment, not because of the sex but because of how intimate the moment was. There was something almost forbidden about your relationship with him which made it so thrilling. He was your poison and you were his antidote.