drug use or mentioned drug use

NEON CH 4

December 12, 2021

That said, the real star of this show might just be this couch because it was performing beautifully. Tonight, she’d learned that it wasn’t just a chic, aesthetically-appealing piece of designer furniture that physically fit in her apartment and maintained the Art Deco theme—It was also functional. These unusually deep cushions provided plenty room for this height-blessed stud to sprawl between her legs and engage in the heaviest mouth to mouth action of her life. Right now in this sexy as hell moment underneath Loki, she could finally justify purchasing a three-thousand dollar sofa.

New Year CH 10

December 6, 2020

“I don’t know how the hell to make it through two more weeks, Sig,” he said, sounding so SAD suddenly.

Looking sideways out the window, she swallowed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She could feel a thick layer of darkness in his tone, the same tone of Starboy’s unnamed narrator. She had always imagined his voice while reading it, but she’d never actually heard Loki speak like this. It wasn’t just dark. It was…what was the right word for it? Dangerous. Downward-spiral dangerous.

Bottle of oxy dangerous.

Not that she could ever be ready for hell, but she needed more time to heal from this awful year before she had enough strength to wrap her arms around him and kick and kick and kick to keep his unbearably heavy head above the water

New Year CH 8

October 9, 2020

“Loki Odinson, you sold your soul to be able to drive like that,” she said, shaking her head. “It is the only explanation.”

Killing the engine, he grinned crookedly as he unbuckled his seat belt. “Yet another reason to think I’m the villain in this story.”

He then carefully leaned over the parking brake, slid one hand up her inner thigh and the other behind her neck. Just as his lips touched hers, the cars that had been stuck behind the red light a block behind them drove by, several of which honked, then they heard several shouts and whistles.

“Look at this slick motherf-”
“He said SWERVE.”
“God. DAMN. That job was clean as HELL.”
“Boy told Vin Diesel HOLD MY BEER.”
“YOU HAVE LEVELED UP, SON.”

Other words and phrases were spoken, but he had no clue how the hell to translate what he assumed was Gen Z slang. Her shoulders started shaking, and he laughed out loud when she snorted against his mouth. The rapid fire back and forth conversation on the sidewalk outside was absolutely bonkers.

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