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"No green leaves, no bubbly brew – proud of you! No more funny smells, no dizzy bubbles – you strong friend! "
I'm 5 days sober today, so I made this to celebrate
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urm0o0m · 27 days
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"Too Sweet"
Synopsis: You and Nanami were together for 5 months now and you both have never had sex together. Neither of you were virgins but you've only had sex maybe once or twice before your current relationship. Kento invites you over and he tells you that you both have to talk. You grab your things and head over to the house where you walk in to see Nanami man spreading, leaning back on the couch holding a low-ball glass with whiskey in it.
Content Warning: Smoking weed, drinking, light impact play, spitting, praise, degradation, pet names (Love, Doll, Baby Girl & Princess), Face fucking, AFAB! reader, Sub & Bottom Reader, Dom & Top Nanami, masturbation, Cow girl, light overstimulation and brief aftercare 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ
“Kento?” I ask. “What did you need to talk to me about?” Nanami gestures for me to sit next to him and I do so. He pulls a small black velvet box into his lap that used to sit next to him and pulls out a blunt along with a zippo lighter. “I thought you quit…?” I say to fill the silence between us other than the music. “I did. But then I had a thought and that thought led me to another and now we have to have this conversation” Kento sets the blunt against his lips and he ignites the flame before pulling the lighter to it.
He takes a long drag of the weed, throwing his head back and allowing the smoke to escape from his lips. ‘God he looks so fucking hot when he smokes’ I thought to myself. Nanami takes another drag before blowing o’s in my direction and inhaling the last one he does. He exhales once more. “I’ve come to the realization that you’re too sweet for me. We are opposites and our relationship can’t possibly work.” My eyes widen and I say “What the hell are you talking about? Our relationship is just fine?!” Kento chuckles. “Of course you think that. You would do anything for me. Won’t you, Love?” I nod, the concoction of love and lust apparent in my eyes.
“I would” He takes another drag from his blunt, his free hand pulling my chin up and he presses my lips to his, moving the toxic smoke from his lungs to mine. Nanami breaks the kiss before saying “That’s the problem. You can’t think for yourself and I don’t want you to end up like a mindless cock hungry bimbo” I slipped from off of the couch, landing on the floor in between his legs, my hands starting from his knees and moving up his thighs. “Love, you’re playing a dangerous game here”
I begin unbuckling his belt. “Please? Just let me show you how much of a perfect pair we are” Kento takes a long sip of his drink, placing the glass on the coffee table before taking another drag. I pull my shirt off of my body, revealing my breasts that were cupped so perfectly by my blue lace bra. Nanami chuckles.  “Did you want this to happen? You thought I was calling you over here to fuck you?” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just didn’t feel like looking for a different bra” 
“Oh really? Take the pants off then” I stand up, pulling my pants off and revealing my matching lace panties. “I take it you didn’t feel like looking for other panties but you wanted to find the matching set?” I blush, looking away. “Knees pretty girl”  I get on my knees in between his legs again, this time making quick work of Nanami's pants and boxers. I take Kento's tip into my mouth and work the rest of his length with my left hand and he groans.
“God damn. You sure you’ve only had sex twice?” I giggle a little bit before saying “Mhm. I’m just that good” Nanami takes another drag from his blunt before saying “Allow me to draw my own conclusions, Doll” I begin to swirl my tongue around his tip, my eyes eagerly watching him as he takes another drag and doing a ghost. I begin to take more and more of him into my mouth. Kento lets out another low groan. The smoke fills the air as Nanami exhales. 
I decided to take him into my mouth fully and I felt his cock begin to slip into my throat. I gag a little bit and when I go to pull my head up Kento's hand keeps my head down on his dick. I choke a little bit as I try to pull myself up but eventually stop. Nanami finally lets go of my head and I say “Fuck my face” He chuckles, lifting my chin and forcing my gaze to meet his. “Are you sure that’s what you want Princess?” I swallow, nodding. 
“Yes please” Kento places the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table before saying “Open” I stick my tongue out, drool beginning to run down my chin. “Good girl,” Nanami purrs, his cock entering my mouth. His hand pushed my head down, having me bob up and down on his erection. My hand slips into my panties, creating gentle circles around my clit. The more he fucks my throat, the more aroused I found myself getting. 
I ruined the panties I was currently wearing and my slick was beginning to run down my thigh. My fingers dipped into my cunt, curling up and pressing into my g-spot. I moaned around his dick and he laughed. “Look at you. You don’t have an ounce of self control. The moment I started fucking your throat you just couldn’t wait to touch that slutty cunt of yours” The degradation was going straight to my cunt.I could barley even think straight. All I wanted was him deep inside of my pussy.
Kento pulled me off of his dick and I whined. He helped me into his lap and he drank the last little bit of his whiskey before spitting in my mouth and kissing me. He then takes another pull from his blunt and pulls me in for a deeper kiss. Nanami's tongue begins exploring my mouth as he transfers the smoke, his tongue tastes like whiskey. Nanami takes another drag of his blunt before putting the blunt out on my neck, causing me to let out a soft whimper.
Kento places a soft kiss on the burn mark before creating a hickey on top of it. I began to rock my hips back and forth, wanting some kind of friction against my clit as he littered my neck with hickies and love bites. “Look at you. Already turning into an air-head and all you’ve done is had my cock down your throat.” “I want you inside of me. Please let me ride you” I say, lifting my hips and beginning to line his dick up with my cunt. 
Nanami doesn’t answer but instead he pulls my hips down, my pussy enveloping his cock. He throws his head back again. “God damn Doll. You’re so fucking tight. Are you sure you’ve had sex before me?” I nod. “That just means my pussy was made for your cock” Kento slaps my ass and I let out a yelp. “You wanted to ride me right? Start bouncing on my cock then” I place my hands on his shoulders, having my hips move back and forth, grinding my hips against him.
A soft moan escapes my lips  and I bite my lip, trying to suppress the sounds, trying to come from my lips. “Come on. Be a good slut for me and let me hear those pretty noises you make” My hips begin to bounce up and down, the sounds of our pleasure ricocheting off the walls and the smell of our arousal and the weed in the air. My vision blurs for a moment, realizing that an orgasm had begun building up in my gut. “I’m gonna cum” I whisper in Nanami's ear as I pick up my pace.
“You wanna cum on my dick?” Kento asks and I nod, my legs beginning to shake. “Go ahead. Prove to me how much of a pair we are and cum on my cock” My back arches and my fingernails begin to dig into his shoulder as my orgasm washes over me. I collapse onto him and Nanami laughs. “Oh pretty girl we aren’t done yet. I haven’t filled you up yet” My eyes widen and Kento begins to buck his hips, rutting his cock deep inside of me, hitting all of my sweet spots with each thrust.
I yell out in pleasure and he continues to fuck up into me as he take off my bra and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, biting and flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud. I lose control of my neck, allowing my head to fall back as his free hand reaches down and rubs my clit. My breathing grows more rapid and I continue to moan loudly, trying not to make a mess all over his dick again. I whimper, feeling another orgasm beginning to build up and feeling Nanami's cock twitch inside of me. 
Kento begins to pick up his pace, fucking into me harder than before. My eyes slam shut “I’m cumming!!” I yell out as another powerful orgasm washes over me. Nanami groans, pulling me down onto his lap and reaching his own orgasm, filling my cunt up with his seed. Kento pulls me in for another kiss and he says “I think we were made for each other. Which means I’ll keep you around longer and keep fucking this pretty pussy” Nanami says, laying me down on the couch and pulling out as his cum begins to seep out of my pussy. 
Kento pulls his boxers back on and walks to the kitchen and gets me a bottle of water from the fridge and a snack. He sits me up and opens the bottle of water, helping me drink from it. “Thank you” I say, taking a sip of the water. “Now let's get you in the bath and in some comfortable clothes” I nod, and he picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. He places me on the counter and begins to run the water for the bath. Nanami then sits me in the bathtub before getting in behind me. “You did so good baby girl”
Word count: 1.625
Start date: April 29, 2024 7:13 PM
End date: April 30, 2024 7:52 PM
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duckduckbear · 3 months
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Make me a drunk alcoholic weed addled 750 lb cum dump
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zoidx-x · 2 months
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artwork by me (im pinkie pie)
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emeraldsummers · 2 months
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Smoker!Dean headcanons (aka if Dean was a smoker throughout the series)
As a teenager, Dean would smoke whenever he could get his hands on a cigarette, but it was pretty rare. Money was too tight to buy them, and it wasn't worth the risk of stealing them, but occasionally, Dean was able to trade for loose cigarettes. He loved the head rush and loved feeling like an adult.
Pre-series, Dean didn't start smoking in earnest until he started doing hunts without his father. John didn't like the smoking, so Dean hid it from him. Still, money was tight, so Dean only smoked a few cigarettes a day at most. His favourite thing in the world was being whiskey buzzed and sharing a cigarette with a girl.
Dean never, ever smoked inside the Impala.
Seasons 1-2 Dean is still smoking a few cigarettes per day, properly addicted at this point, and irritable when he isn't able to get a smoke break. Sam is constantly bugging him to quit, and Dean pretends he could quit any time he wants to. Sam gets non-smoking motel rooms whenever he can, which annoys the hell out of Dean.
Season 3, with the demon deal looming, Dean starts smoking more now, and by the end of the season, he is fully chain smoking regularly. Sam finds it gross but generally allows it to slide because he knows Dean needs it.
Season 4, Dean comes back from Hell with zero physical dependence on nicotine and decides to treat it like a fresh start. He doesn't smoke. He uses his experience with smoking to try (and fail) to empathize with Sam's blood addiction.
Season 5, Dean starts smoking when he's drunk, which turns into smoking when he's stressed, which by the end of the season, when he almost says "yes" to Michael, turns into him smoking all of the time again.
When he lives with Lisa and Ben, he tries to quit for their sake, but he still sneaks a cigarette outside on really bad nights. Lisa pretends not to notice.
Season 6, the smoking continues, but not as heavy as season 5. Sam is actively annoyed about it at this point, and Dean has long stopped finding smoking to be fun.
Season 7, as Dean spirals downwards after Cas' betrayal, he smokes much more heavily. It's starting to affect him physically, especially without Cas to heal him. He starts saying things like, "I'm getting too old for this." Since he isn't able to drive the Impala for most of the season, he smokes in the cars they steal, which really bothers Sam.
In Purgatory, Dean has no choice but to quit cold turkey, which is miserable, and once he's home, he continues that streak into seasons 8 and 9, his longest smoke-free period.
Unfortunately, demon!Dean picks up smoking again, and even when he's cured, smoking becomes one of his coping mechanisms for quelling the Mark.
Seasons 11 and 12, he struggles with trying to quit, going anywhere from days to months at a time without smoking before falling back into it. When Cas dies at the end of season 12, he begins chainsmoking again along with regularly getting black-out drunk, and Sam really worries for his brother's health.
After Cas returns in season 13, Dean begins working to quit again in earnest, creating a system with Sam, Cas, and Jack's help. This time, it sticks through the end of the series, but Dean does heavily consider starting up again as he spirals towards the end of season 15.
Post-series Dean is trying to maintain being smoke-free, especially since Cas is gone and Jack is hands-off. He knows any damage he does will be permanent this time, and he doesn't particularly feel like dying of cancer. But it turns out the boredom of the world not ending is worse for his cravings than the stress was. He starts smoking weed, trying to convince himself it's a proper substitute, but eventually, he just smokes weed because he likes it.
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lebuc · 1 month
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with a swerving touch
* alcohol - may send you 'back' (whatever that means) in spirit when you imbibe & too much;
but, cannibus - sends you forward - every time & with a swerve. *
4/24 - lebuc - with a swerving touch
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So these first 10 days of sobriety have been really important to me. I know I've been posting about it once or twice a day, and that may slow down now, but it was posting about it that helped me get through.
I can now say, I've done it! I've made it through to the end of day 10, the end of my first set of double digits!
I'm 10 days sober!
Life seems to be getting harder and more complicated as these early January days trudge on, but I haven't buckled. The longer I'm sober the harder it is to not rationalize that one puff or one glass of wine is fine. But despite those thoughts, I'm troopin' forward.
Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to reach out, genuinely. Ten days is a big deal to me.
10/365 ... let's keep going.
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ancientorigins · 3 months
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Did Vikings get high? Was there more than alcohol in mead, their “drink of the gods” and did berserkers rely on hallucinogens to give them their fearless fury? Opinion is divided, but there’s more evidence than you might think.
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ellisdee161 · 1 year
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Lightning Aesclepeon 2022
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goodbyemaryjane · 10 months
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10 things I learned from 10 months of sobriety
(in no particular order)
1. Feelings can't hurt me as long as I don't do anything self destructive to make them go away. They'll pass - like clouds blowing over the sky.
2. Everything good that I thought being drunk and high helped me do - socializing at parties, making art, emotional intimacy - I'm actually better at when I'm sober.
3. Getting intoxicated was a shortcut (a maladaptive coping mechanism) to silence my self-criticism and shame.
4. It caused more problems than it solved.
5. What I really needed was to practice self compassion and let myself be vulnerable with others sober. Scary, but the rewards are great.
6. If I satisfy my loneliness by getting drunk and high, I will be too busy with my addiction to seek out real love or accept it when it comes. I feel lonely for a reason; if I just keep numbing the hunger, I'll starve.
7. I have to take all of the energy I may spend wishing for others to change for me and just change myself.
8. Withdrawals were uncomfortable but my fear of them was much worse. When I look back, I felt more joy and relief in the first few days than pain. Like swimming in the ocean: once I stopped struggling and just let the current pull me under and toss me around, trusting that eventually I would be pushed to the surface, I knew I would be alright no matter how strange and sick I felt. It was such a relief to stop fighting what I knew deep down was right and true: that I had to quit today - not tomorrow, not in a week - or I'd be using for the rest of my life.
9. Denial is a powerful and terrifying thing. Nobody is too smart to be an addict. If anything, it makes you better at coming up with excuses.
10. At some point you will be more afraid of staying the same forever than you are of changing.
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absurdistcervid · 5 months
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he hates furries but if he WAS a furry hed be the coolest and funniest one :3 cscoop fursona!
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mycatsaidno · 7 months
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Welcome!
If you found my blog, I am already amazed.
I used to use smartwentcrazy, but moved here to start fresh.
But the important question, who the hell am I?
Hi, I'm Elizabeth, a millennial navigating through life with at least one broken oar, an outdated map and shoes that don't fit right.
I managed to make it to 31, intact, with hopefully only minimal damage …
I currently live in the Midwest with my two cats, Darcy and Kasper. Originally from Long Island.
Am I really from NY if I don't tell you at least once? It's like being vegan, don't worry, I’ll let let you know.
I am an accidental chef and an on-purpose student studying English and Creative writing. I made the decision to go back to school after dropping out back in 2013. Some think this degree is useless, but it's my money to waste and I love what I am learning; that is all that matters.
My mom passed away when I was 18 from breast cancer, and my Dad passed away two years ago due to stubbornness. The relationship and grief I feel for both parents is too complicated to explain in my welcome post, but this is your trigger warning for future content.
Although I have never been diagnosed, I do consider myself part of the neurodivergent crowd. My parents were definitely diagnosed (Multiple diagnoses). Considering I am their child, it makes sense that something funky is going on in my brain. Exactly what? maybe we find out together.
My goal is to write about my life, share my own writing, jokes, art and adventures. Maybe I make you laugh, maybe I make you cry. Most likely both.
My friends say I'm funny, and I believe them. If you like to laugh at weird jokes or funny quotes....I have a lot of material to try out on you.
Hopefully this post was convincing enough to get you on the ride.
Maybe my choice of bold and italics freaked you out. Maybe I did that on purpose to weed out the weak….or maybe it’s a secret message, or maybe it means nothing, but now you are going back to find the message…..
….there is no message. I’m just weird.
I have no idea where this blog will go, but I know I needed to start.
Looking forward to moving forward!
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etheral-moon · 2 months
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I sympathize with people who rely on substances to have fun. Either when they're like completely drunk or high or any type of substance. I'm not hating I'm being fr. It's not about judging; I know some of them are trying to fill a void or cope with mental health issues by seeking euphoria or relaxation through substances. It's just sad. Like lately my friend did something foolish while she was drunk, embarrassing both of us and leaving me feeling disappointed so i feel the need to address this.
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reasonsforhope · 1 year
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"In a landmark paper, economists have collected evidence on the societal implications of cannabis legalization and found it lowered the rates of suicide, binge drinking, traffic fatalities, and perhaps ironically, cannabis use in teenagers.
Now that recreational cannabis is available in 18 states, and medically authorized in 36 states, concerns over the effects of widespread societal access are appearing as the motivation behind scientific research.
Much of that scientific research has now been collected in a meta-analysis of 36 different papers published between 2013 to 2021. It shows that the societal impact of cannabis legalization has led to some significant positive outcomes.
One criticism from concerned parents or conservative politicians was that increased legalization would lead to increased teenage consumption of cannabis...
It seems logical to say that if cannabis were legal it would be more commonly consumed—but that wasn’t the case. In fact, the meta-analysis, published in the Journal of Economic Literature, found that teenage access to cannabis decreased by 8%, and frequent use decreased by 9%.
The reason was believed to be that once drug dealers were replaced by dispensaries with a legal obligation to check ID, far fewer teens were able to access it.
In another study, cannabis legalization was found, during the period 1999–2010, to be inversely associated with opioid overdose deaths, although once the years 2011-2017 were added into the analysis, the effect waned.
This was believed to be representative of the evolution of the opioid epidemic, reasoning that “perhaps marijuana and prescription pain medications are substitutes, but marijuana and heroin are not.”
However that wasn’t the only study which linked cannabis legalization to reduced opioid deaths. Two others published in 2019 and 2020 found the same; the second of which determined it to be 16-21%.
Another finding significant for individual health concerns was “strong evidence that legalizing marijuana discourages the use of alcohol, especially binge drinking.”
Perhaps as a result of this decrease in alcohol consumption, there were significant reductions in annual numbers of traffic fatalities.
“Anderson, Hansen, and Rees (2013) were the first researchers to estimate the effects of [medical marijuana law] adoption on traffic fatality rates,” the authors write.
“These authors found that legalizing marijuana for medicinal purposes was associated with a 9–10% reduction in traffic fatalities… with larger negative effects on traffic fatalities involving alcohol, traffic fatalities on the weekends, and traffic fatalities at night.”
In yet more good news, cannabis legalization was linked with reduced state-wide rates of suicide in males, with an 11% reduction in 20–29-year-olds, and a 9% reduction among 30–39-year-olds."
-via Good News Network, 3/15/23
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