#Strawberry kush

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Buy Strawberry Kush Online. Strawberry Kush is sweet, strong and truly well-rounded. This strain certainly justifies its lineage and contains a musky artificial strawberry taste with a THC content of up to 23 percent. It is essentially found as a cross between the bitter OG Kush and the sugary Strawberry Cough and is mostly strong but not overwhelming.

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What Kissing NCT tastes like.

Johnny: Bong water, cherry tinted nicotine, warm beer, and day old coffee from starbucks he forgot was on his floor and he finished it when he found it.

Taeyong: Strawberry Milk and residual blue raspberry vape flavor.

Yuta: Hot whiskey, not room temperature but boiled on the stove and drank straight from the sauce pan.

Doyoung: Sensodyne, Listerine and Extra Polar Ice gum with a light hint of coffee.

Kun: Fatigue and room temperature coffee from the twenty year old coffee machine in the office he drank while making copies.

Ten: Horrible mistakes and a margarita he didn't have to pay for.

Jaehyun: OG Kush

Winwin: Limoncello La Croix and a mix of cigarettes people gave him because he didn't feel like buying a new pack.

Taeil: Marlboro Lights and Hi-C Orange Lavaburst from McDonald's

Jungwoo: Fruit punch, melted slushie that he created by combining multiple flavors, Newport's, and he licks the side of your lips leaving a vague nacho cheese from taco bell flavor behind.

Mark: Arizona ice tea lemonade, a taquito from 7-eleven and skittles.

Xiaojun: Bella's saliva.

Hendery: Monster Ultra Paradise, Moonshine, Menthol, and day old pizza from under his bed.

Renjun: Lemonade, cake pops from starbucks with a tinge of plant food he was curious about.

Jeno: Bud light and batteries.

Haechan: Sour patch kids and bath and body works body spray he accidently sprayed in his mouth, a thousand wishes to be specific.

Jaemin: Just pure coffee, kissing him is like drinking coffee straight from the teat of Starbucks.

Yangyang: Wild berry vape juice, stems, and lies.

Shotaro: Marshmallows, Cotton Candy, Brownies and love.

Sungchan: Pure peppermint from eating a box of candy canes he's kept since December.

Chenle: Fourth day unbrushed teeth and Daegal's saliva.

Jisung: Hamster food and bubble gum.

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Fastest Girl in Town - Angel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

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When Angel first meets you, he’s playing getaway driver as a favour to Riz, who stuck taking care of Club business up in Vegas. After the whole fiasco with the tunnel, Angel figures he owes him, so he does as he’s told and parks a Buick at the corner of some disused farmland and waits for his passenger.

He’s in the middle of his third cigarette when he hears a ‘WOOSH’ and he sees a surge of flames erupt from a field in the distance. The bright orange blaze licking up towards the night sky, like forked tongues. He can feel the heat from here, the raw power of the fire searing through the quiet. The air is thick with smoke, it bellows across the landscape in a thick black cloud, bleeding into the heavens. The stench of kush is in the air, not the fragrant scent he’s used to smelling but something more earthy.

It's the gun shot that jerks his senses into overdrive. It’s a pop in the distance and he sees the figure clad in a black hoodie hauling ass towards the car.

Another bullet pings off the Buick and before he knows it, he’s fucking behind the wheel, turning the key and bringing the engine to life with a roar. The passenger door slams shut as you throw yourself inside, yelling for him to drive. He doesn’t need to be told twice, he shifts gear and puts his fucking foot down.

It’s a few minutes into the drive that you tear the hood from your head, and he realises that his fugitive is a woman. A fucking stunning one at that. Your hair is wild from its confinement. It falls across your features when you turn to look at him, your eyes shining bright from the light of the moon. Your cheeks are flushed with adrenaline, your lips curving up into a sinful smile as you try to catch your breath. Clasped in your hand is a silver Zippo, he watches from the corner of his eye as your thumb runs over an inscription etched upon the surface.

It takes him 120 seconds to fall in love.

It’s not the beginning of a traditional fairy-tale but it’s the beginning of his.

That night he fucks you in the back of the Buick, or rather you fuck him. He’s never been with someone so dynamic before, someone as wild and fucking untamed as he is. When you pin his hands above his head, he submits to you entirely. You could do anything you fucking wanted to him right now and he’d take it, if it meant that he could make this brief snippet of time with you last.

It blurs for him, emotions and feelings tumbling together as you sink down on his cock. There’s an intimacy in the madness that he craves, something he’s never been able to get anywhere else. Your taste like strawberries, your lips soft and tender as your tongue dips into his mouth. You mark his skin in the throes of ecstasy, biting down on the curve of his throat as your cunt squeezes him so fucking tightly, he sees stars when he comes. The intermingling of the pleasure and the pain, taps something inside of him, he lets out a fucking sob, because it feels so fucking good not to be the one in charge for once.

In the aftermath you share a blunt, one that you pull out of a silver cigarette case that matches the lighter in your pocket. He sees the emblem on the front and suddenly he understands who you are, why Riz needed someone he could trust to help you out.

The Kush Queen, they call you back at the MC.

He’s never laid eyes on you before tonight, it’s usually Riz and Creeper that take care of that side of things. He knows your semi legit, that you have one farm that you use to sell in the California and the other one on Riz’s land, that ships out of state.

He knows that you’re the proprietor of Rose Kush, he read the interview you did discussing how the ever-changing state regulations were putting a stranglehold on small farmers. People with excellent quality products, that could help folks who couldn’t afford medical expenses because the premiums were too high. He knows that you donate to the Sweetleaf Collective, to make sure patients on a lower income get the relief they need because they can’t get it anywhere else.

In the hazy afterglow you tell him why you set the fire, that Simon James, a rival of yours blinded one of your workers when he wouldn’t give up the location of your second farm, the illegal one. Angel understands that loyalty begets loyalty. It’s an eye for an eye, so to speak and you couldn’t let that piece of shit get away with hurting someone you cared about so you decided to hit him where it hurt, his bottom line.

You aren’t afraid to get your hands dirty and Angel respects that.

You tell him you fully intend to salt the fucking earth, so the bastard can never grow another crop again.

As he sits in the back of the Buick, high and fucked out, shirt hanging open over his unzipped jeans, he thinks there has to be a fucking country song about this kinda shit.

“There is.” You tell him, plucking the joint from between his fingers and taking a drag. He watches as you blow the plume out from between your lips, and he thinks it might just be the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen. “It’s by Miranda Lambert and it’s called the Fastest Girl in Town.”

He laughs because he’s heard that song and yea, it’s about right.

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