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playnextdoor · 5 months ago

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As long as you have me

summary: sesh with Sevika while she turns you out

cw: marijuana (whats new here), slight intox kink from Sevika, cunnilingus (r!receiving), Sevika is kinda rough, facesitting (r), tribbing, slight proofread, SEVIKA HAS BOTH ARMS!

The dizziness hits hard.

Sevika’s been letting you take hit after hit, teasing you about how easily you get high. By the time you’re a single drag in, you’re already teetering on the edge. Determined to prove her wrong, you pushed yourself past your usual two weak pulls of the jay she rolled. Now? You’ve nearly smoked the whole thing, and regret is setting in.

“All right, I can’t,” you mumble, unsure whether to laugh or cry because you’ve never been this high in your life.

“Yeah, I don’t think you can either,” Sevika snorts, plucking the joint from your fingers with a smirk. She takes one long, practiced drag, as calm as ever, before ashing the roach and setting it aside. Reaching for her glass of water, she takes a sip, then presses the rim to your lips. The lukewarm liquid feels like a lifeline, quenching the desert your mouth’s become.

The room swirls around you, even though the two of you haven’t moved from her bed in over an hour. Sevika lounges beside you, one hand buried in her hoodie, while you’re a twitchy, overthinking mess, trying not to forget how to breathe. Her free hand glides over your thigh in lazy, soothing circles, her touch grounding you even as the high drags you somewhere else entirely.

“Holy shit, your eyes, babe,” she gasps, her voice overly dramatic as she leans in close, cupping your face. Her thumb brushes your cheek as her sharp eyes scan your expression. “You good?” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

You wrinkle your nose like you’ve smelled something awful and pull back, your face hot. “Stop. You always say that and then I get paranoid,” you whine, sinking back into the pillows.

Sevika doesn’t move, just stares at you with that crooked grin that always makes your chest flutter. You glance at her, and it’s hopeless—you’re smiling too, unable to ignore the butterflies crashing around inside you.

“What?” you mutter, voice low, but the question hangs in the space between you two.

“Nothing, just trying not to say something that’ll make you paranoid,” Sevika says, voice low as she shrugs off her hoodie. She knows exactly what she’s doing—underneath, it’s just that armhole tank that clings to her in all the right places, showing off her dark, delicious arms and just enough side boob to make your thoughts spiral. You can’t resist; your finger pokes at the exposed skin, playful and far too curious.

She smirks but doesn’t comment, shifting to get comfortable again, one hand rubbing her stomach lazily. Then, without warning, her hand slides between your legs, slipping past the hem of your t-shirt. Her fingers cup you over your panties, casual as anything, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath catches. Sevika stays completely still, her face calm, her body relaxed, but there’s no denying the heat that blooms between you. You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, and her fingers twitch like they’re itching to press harder, to push right where you need her most.

She doesn’t move, just watches you through heavy-lidded, red-rimmed eyes. Her gaze makes you feel dizzy all over again, like you’re floating somewhere just out of reach. You’re here, but at the same time, not really.

The corners of your mouth lift into a grin without you realizing it, and Sevika’s sharp eyes catch the change. She exhales, her heart racing faster with every second that passes. You can tell she’s already plotting how to pull that smug, dreamy expression right off your face.

“Mm... what?” you mumble again, your voice soft and slurred as your heavy-lidded eyes flutter open and closed. The THC hums through your veins, settling you into a weightless, floaty state that leaves your body melting into the bed. The sensation pools low in your stomach, and you can feel just how soaked you are as Sevika’s hand teases you.

She doesn’t say a word, just watches you with that look—the one that makes your pulse race and your breath hitch, like she’s planning to devour you whole. Her sharp gaze alone has your skin buzzing, but it’s the contrast that undoes you, the cool blankets brushing against your heated body, her large hand cupping your mound with such maddening gentleness.

Every nerve in you screams to stay calm, to hold yourself together, but it’s no use. Between the haze in your mind and the weight of her touch, you’re barely keeping it together. You’re fighting demons, and Sevika knows it.

“I’m gonna fuck you, okay?” Sevika asks, her voice low and casual, and you can’t help but giggle. You knew exactly what she was planning the second she pulled out her rolling papers, but hearing her say it like that sends you into a fit of laughter.

“Why’d you announce it like that?” you laugh, rolling over, making her hand slip out between your legs. Sevika grabs you before you can escape too far, pulling you back into her.

Your laughter spills out uncontrollably, and she starts laughing too. It’s that kind of laugh, the ridiculous, stoned-out-of-your-mind kind where every little thing feels like the funniest thing in the world. You wiggle on top of her, squirming as you mistake her attempts to steady you for tickling, which only makes it worse.

“C’mere,” she rasps in your ear, her voice like gravel, stopping you dead in your tracks. The sound shoots through your core, and before you realize what you’re doing, you’re straddling her midsection.

Her relaxed state is almost too cute. She’s not as far gone as you—her eyes don’t get as low and hazy—but you can tell the high is hitting her, too. She keeps licking her lips and swallowing, clearly battling cottonmouth. You get it, cottonmouth’s a bitch. Still, something about her slightly disheveled, unbothered demeanor makes your chest flutter.

“Who knew how fucking dumb you get when you smoke, hmm?” Sevika’s warm, rough hands snake up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. You groan in response, too floaty and noodle-like to argue. She’s right, and you both know it. Sevika had already prepped the room before you arrived, knowing you would ask for something every five minutes.

“You like it when you’re like this? Can’t even think, just focused on how I’m about to fuck the shit outta you,” she mutters, her voice low and teasing as she yanks you down into a kiss. It’s sickly sweet, almost painful, her teeth grazing your lip before biting down hard enough to make you whimper. Sevika gets rough and filthy when she’s drunk or high, all blunt force and no filter. Her favorite thing? Showing off just how built she is. Carrying you, dragging you, manhandling you however she pleases.

And her mouth? That’s a whole other person. She’ll say whatever crosses her mind, like now.

“C’mere. Get that ass on my face,” she growls, breaking the kiss. Her voice drops ten octaves and rasp, making your stomach flip. You cling to every word, breathless, barely able to think as she pushes you higher up her body.

“Wait—Sev, my panties,” you stammer, scrambling to slip them off. She bats your hands away with a huff, nuzzling between your thighs like she doesn’t have the patience for your shit. Then, before you can protest further, she presses her warm mouth against the damp fabric, tongue soaking through to taste your heady slick.

Fucking hell.

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest, the high amplifying everything. The heat of her mouth, the wet slide of her tongue, the glint in her eye as she devours you like a woman starved.

“Wait, wait, can you breathe?” you gasp, stalling as your fingers card through her hair. You gently tug, trying to pull her away just enough to see her face. Sevika tilts her head up, licking her lips with her eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“Mhm. Now stop,” she mumbles, pouting as she pushes your hand aside to focus. And focused she is. Her lips wrap around your swollen clit, pulling soft whimpers from your throat as her tongue strokes you through the fabric.

You lift your shirt over your chest, exposing your tits. not just to watch her work but for her to see you too. The sight of your tits alone makes her groan against you, the vibration adding to overwhelming sensation.

If Sevika’s roommates walked in right now, they’d think they’d stepped into a porno. You’re practically sitting on her face, your high leaving you too sensitive, too reactive. You try to hold back, but fuck, the way her tongue lays flat for you to grind against, it’s overwhelming. She lets you use her, groaning because she loves every second of it.

One bad thing about when you’re high was that if you were to have sex, you came too quick and were far too sensitive than usual.

The final buck of your hip as you spilled in your underwear, soaking it as Sevika mouthed at it. Eyes rolled back to your skull, you find the dark tufts of Sevikas hair as you ground yourself. she flicks her tongue a bit as a way to soothe you, but it does the opposite, causing you to jerk away from her.

“Ah—no more,” you murmur, lying horizontal on her chest, your legs numb and trembling. But Sevika’s hands are already at your hips, sliding your ruined panties off with a smirk that promises round two.

You roll over, watching her gulp the rest of her water before she climbs back into bed. She yanks the blanket off you (of course she does) and starts peeling off her own underwear.

Her smile grows, her hair messy and damp, half-up, half-down strands sticking to her skin. She doesn’t say anything as she adjusts you, moving your body to her liking until her cunt presses against yours. The slick heat of her clit catches on your folds, and you both whimper in unison.

“Holy fu—fuck, you’re so wet. You like this shit, don’t you?” Sevika groans against your lips, her voice low and rough, but her movements give her away. She’s trembling, losing herself in the mess of you, her swollen clit grinding against yours like she can’t help herself. It’s frantic uncoordinated, but it doesn’t matter. All you can focus on is the heat, the overwhelming feeling of her taking exactly what she needs.

You can’t even answer, just nodding dumbly as she kisses you again, her tongue sweeping into your mouth. The taste of her, weed and desperation, making you dizzy. Her hips stutter, and you moan against her lips, feeling yourself come down all over again.

“Sev—ah, slow down. I’m gonna come again,” you whimper, your fingers digging into her hip to try and steady her. But she’s too far gone, her pace frantic, her breath hot against your neck.

“It’s okay, fuck—just let me,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she buries her face in your shoulder. She sounds wrecked, her control slipping completely. Her arms tighten around you, her hands gripping your body like you’re the only thing holding her together.

Your orgasm hits hard and fast, ripping through you as you cry out her name. The sound is all it takes to send her over the edge. She chokes out a groan, her body shuddering against yours as she comes—sticky skin, hearts pounding, breaths tangling in the heavy air.

For a while, it’s quiet. The only sounds are your breathing and the faint rustle of sheets as you try to remember how to move. Sevika’s face is still tucked against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin as she exhales.

“You know you’re, like… really nasty,” you whisper, your voice breathless but teasing. A lazy smile tugs at your lips as you glance down at her.

She groans, lifting her head just enough to glare at you, though the flush on her cheeks gives her away. “We’re never smoking together again,” she mutters, but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Sure,” you tease, too blissed out to care. You don’t even try to push her away when she shifts on top of you, her arms still holding you close. “As long as you get to have your way with me, I’m fine,” you murmur, your voice softer now as you brush your lips against hers. You can feel her smile before she kisses you again, this time slower, sweeter.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” she whispers against your lips, her voice low and possessive, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I hope so,” you reply, and it comes out like a promise.

a/n: can you tell i love writing about Sev? currently going through my drafts and revising them and so far this was fun to edit the most lol

#sevika smut #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x reader smut #arcane x reader #arcane x reader smut #orion's writing

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eddies-ashtray · 1 year ago

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The Taste of the Divine

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You get high with Eddie for the first time.

WC: 3.2k

Category: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors dni).

Content: Weed (edibles), intox. kink if you squint, you and Eddie are both high, descriptions of what it feels like to be high, kissing, oral (fem receiving), spit play (kinda?).

“Woah,” you say.

“What?” Eddie asks, turning to look at you, his frizzy hair shifting over one shoulder with the motion.

“I can feel it behind my eyes,” you explain.

Eddie grins at you lazily, his chest rumbling with a laugh as he says, “You are so stoned right now.”

An hour after you ate a couple blue raspberry THC gummies—effectively staining your tongue blue—you sit on Eddie’s bedroom floor, your backs pressed against the side of his bed.

Only the lamp on the bedside table is switched on, blanketing the room in soft, yellow light. The gentle hue and the feel of his slightly rough duvet at your back give the room a sort of muted feel, making you feel like you’re inside a pillow fort.

“No, seriously,” you insist, softly tapping the back of your hand against his bicep. “It’s like, the back of my head feels…fuzzy?” you say it almost like it’s a question, trying to come up with the words.

“Yeah?” Eddie hums, his tone gentle and understanding, but with a teasing lilt to it which makes your face burn up, sending tingles up your chest and neck that you’re not sure is a response to Eddie or the weed.

“Yeah,” you agree with a nod, swallowing as you recognize the dryness in your throat.

Eddie’s russet eyes flick down to your mouth for a moment, unconsciously flicking his tongue out to wet his pink pout. “Mouth dry?”

You just nod, transfixed for just a moment by his tongue wetting his lips again. They shine in the lamplight, such a pretty shade of pink.

You rub your thighs together, feeling like a cerulean wave has crested above your head, and you’re underwater, your whole body lax and calm as you float beneath the surface.

It’s odd, the calmness in your body. The awareness of your limbs and how your face moves. And that wonderful fuzziness. It’s making everything softer, gentler. But there’s also the feeling of your soft thighs brushing together. The slight friction between your thighs makes the back of your head tingle, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs.

It’s odd, but it’s good. New, but not unwelcome.

When you meet Eddie’s eyes again, he feels closer. Or maybe he is closer? But you want him even closer. You’d beg him for closer, you think as his eyes impossibly darken, tracing their way down your features.

You wonder what you look like to him. Are your eyes red? Do you look as spacey as you feel? Does he like it?

Your limbs feel slightly heavy, your skin buzzing. Softness everywhere.

“What else do you feel?” He whispers, his breath fanning across your mouth and chin. You crave the sight of his tongue to his lips. The touch of his tongue to yours.

“I-”

God.

Your chest begins to rise and fall with quicker, shallow breaths.

“Please.” It’s so quiet, you’re not sure if he’s heard you. But the look in his eyes is igniting a fire in your belly.

He holds your gaze and you lose your breath.

Water surrounds you, dampening the sounds of the world. Softness envelopes you. An ache between your thighs, a craving unsatisfied.

“Please, what?” Eddie laughs.

When you don’t respond, only avert your gaze and rub your hands over your bare thighs (the summer heat has you in just a t-shirt and your underwear), you can sense understanding washing over him.

“Are you feeling good?”

The question would be so normal. He’s just checking in with you, making sure you’re still okay. You trusted him enough to do this with him for the first time. You’d want to do this with no one else.

But his tone suggests a double meaning.

Without your notice, there’s suddenly the feeling of his hand (rough from playing guitar) on your face. It feels so good you could go cross-eyed as you lean ever so slightly into his touch.

“Do you feel it here?”

You nod slightly, meeting his eyes again and forgetting yourself for a moment.

His calloused fingers then trace a teasing path down your neck, past your pulse point, and his open palm lands just below your collarbone. His eyes follow the trail, and he can no doubt see and feel the quick rise and fall of your chest.

The warmth of his hand seeps into your skin.

“Here?” Eddie questions.

The room falls away as you say, “Yeah.” But it comes out rough, a reminder of your dry mouth.

Eddie hums, as if this is interesting to him, like someone has told him a fun fact he’s not sure that he cares about. His fingers continue their path down your chest, leaving a long trail of electricity in their wake.

You survey his face as he watches his hand trail down, before ghosting his hand past your chest and stomach.

Without even thinking about it, you gently split your thighs for him.

“Oh,” He says it like his heart ached the moment the plush of your thighs separated to accommodate his rough hand.

The inside of your thighs burn where his fingertips caress them, stoking the growing fire in your belly. You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling.

You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. Over his hands barely grazing your body. Over his dark eyes on you, his wavy hair creating a shade around you.

“There,” you agree before he utters the question. Your heart is beating rhythmically against your rib cage, begging for his touch as your skin tingles, everything slower.

Everything is so warm. You want his fingers everywhere.

“Touch me,” you breathe, and Eddie’s eyes dart up from your thighs to watch your face.

He sighs like he’s pained by your plea, melting into you. His forehead meets your temple.

Now it’s his turn to catch his breath. He just breathes, the soft air cooling your warm cheek.

After a moment, Eddie pulls himself from you, catching your eyes again as he moves back, but remains close. The scent of his shampoo and him invade your senses.

“Where?” He questions. “Here?” But it's so gentle, as his hand smoothes over the curve of your thigh, and drifts so slowly up, his pinky just meeting the edge of your panties.

A whimper slips past your lips as if he’s dripped hot wax onto your thigh, instead of the gentle caress he actually gives you.

He fingers the fabric with his thumb. “These are cute,” Eddie muses, then pinches your thigh between his thumb and forefinger, right at the top where you’re most tender and soft.

Your stomach somersaults and you can’t help but bring your right hand up to rest atop the back of his, where it rests between your legs.

The feeling of his warmth, the hum in your veins. The need for more. You shift his hand downwards, letting him graze you over the cotton with his palm lying flat against your clothed pussy.

Eddie sucks in a breath, his middle finger trailing up your slit over your underwear. He tsks softly as he presses into the wet patch.

Warmth blooms in your chest and you feel like your heart is going to leap right out of your ribcage.

His hands. So rough, but gentle against your skin. Those eyes, with pupils blown out from the weed and his desire that’s rolling off him in waves. His tone. Teasing and begging simultaneously. Like he wants to be a little mean, but he also wants you too much to play games for too long.

“Eddie-”

But that’s all it takes before he cuts you off, capturing your mouth in a desperate clash of teeth and tongues.

His presence takes you over, flooding your senses. His lips taste faintly of a lingering cigarette and your strawberry chapstick he must have borrowed.

Smiling into the kiss, Eddie pushes forward, leaning into you until you begin lowering to the floor. One of his hands is on the carpet behind you and the other is at your hip as he slowly guides you to the floor.

When your back meets the carpet, Eddie’s hair shields you once again, his lips never once having left yours.

Eddie is a welcome weight on top of you, pushing you deeper under that cerulean wave as you wrap your arms around his neck. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss by licking hotly into your mouth. His tongue grazes yours and you moan into his mouth, back arching off the floor.

Your head is still fuzzy from the weed, and getting fuzzier.

Groaning in displeasure when he lifts himself away from your mouth, you slide your hands out from around his neck. Hand trailing down his chest, you grab the end of his necklace and pull him back down to your mouth.

The groan that vibrates in his chest and feeds the fire in your belly makes you ache between your thighs. Losing yourself in the way your mouths move together, his bottom lip slotted between your top one, you both become increasingly sloppy.

It feels so good to kiss him like this, completely invading each other’s space. He gets so into it, like he could do just this forever and he’d be happy—elated.

When Eddie pulls away again, he flicks your top lip with the tip of his tongue and you can feel yourself throb. He breathes heavily, fair cheeks stained pink, and his hair a little more messy than it was before. His frizz; a halo.

But before you can pull him back down again, he plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. He’s on a mission, leaving kiss after sloppy kiss down your neck and chest.

Enjoying the sensation of his lips on your skin, you loosen your hold on him, allowing him free range as your hands coast down his back.

When he’s finally eye level with your tits, he diverges to the left one, flicking your nipple over your thin tank top with his wet tongue. You whine and thread your fingers through his hair, tug at his roots. Eddie grunts in response, but moves on quickly, pulling the fabric of your top loosely up your body so he can kiss the skin of your sternum and belly.

Finally, you glance down at him, his dark eyes flickering to yours as he plants a final kiss to the dainty bow at the center of your panties.

Your hips flex beneath his hold as he squeezes your flesh before parting your thighs. The pressure of his calloused fingertips digging into your skin is delicious. You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation.

You can feel him move between your thighs, eliciting the soft sound of his body brushing against the carpet.

“My mouth is so dry,” Eddie whispers, his breath ghosting against the soaked fabric. “And you’re so wet, angel.”

You throw an elbow over your face, shielding your eyes, not out of embarrassment, but because you are so overwhelmed by him.

It doesn’t help when his lips press against your panties, right where your clit is, and your legs twitch in surprise. All you can do is gasp, enjoying his teasing.

Then there’s the feel of his hands coasting up and down your thighs. Your skin heats as you bite your lip, heart rate quickening.

Eddie places another sweet kiss to your pussy over the cotton, this one lower, drawing a whine out of you as you wiggle your hips impatiently. He teases his tongue against the wet patch and your hips buck involuntarily. You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thigh and you huff.

He places one final quick kiss to your mound, before asking: “Can I take these off, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Eddie,” is all you can manage, and it comes out strangled and muffled beneath your arm.

But it's enough for him to tear your panties down your legs, and you kick them off as he dives back in, his arms encircling your thighs once you’ve got your feet planted on the floor by his shoulders.

“Fuck, look at you…My pretty, sweet thing.”

You cover your face with your hands, sweet humiliation warming your skin.

You feel so exposed like this, open for him. It makes your heart race. But the weed clouding your brain means you’re not as self-conscious as you might have been otherwise. Not about the coarse hair between your legs or how wet you are despite how little he’s really touched you.

Slowly, Eddie pulls your hands away from your face, and you rest them on your belly.

The intensity of his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. “Watch.”

He’s gentle at first, kissing the backs of your thighs, his eyes on yours.

But as he trails his kisses closer and closer to your center, he nips at your inner thigh, causing you to whimper pathetically.

And finally—finally—Eddie licks a thick stripe up your weeping cunt, and closes his eyes, losing himself in your taste.

“Fuck!” you cry out as his mouth devours you, his tongue lapping at your wetness as he licks you from your leaking hole to your clit.

Eddie pulls you impossibly closer, his grip tightening on your thighs, burying himself between your legs. He’s starved for it and your legs are already shaking. You’re so sensitive, and his tongue feels so warm, and it all feels just a little more. Just a little better.

Tears prickle in your eyes at the sensations as you trail your hands down your belly and bury your hands deep in his hair. You groan as his nose bumps your clit.

“More,” you beg, back arching just slightly off the floor.

Suddenly, his fingers join his tongue and he’s lapping at your hole enthusiastically while his thumb comes up to stroke your clit. Rubbing soft circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves, you practically squeal at the overwhelming feelings as your thighs clamp around his head.

For minutes, Eddie never comes up for air. His tongue feels like heaven as it sheathes inside of you, pumping the wet muscle inside of your warmth. His ringed fingers are like a blessing as they toy with your pussy.

He hums against your cunt, so content to be between your thighs.

The pleasure and the weed make everything hazy as you babble, “Feels so good. So good, Eddie…Please.”

Pulling back for just a moment, he breathes hard, chest rising and falling rapidly as he thumbs at your clit and you moan, rolling your head to the side as you catch his eyes. But they aren’t on you. They’re on your pussy and your face warms as he stares, mesmerized.

Eddie’s hand comes to rest on your mound as he thumbs at your clit. Dimples carve into his cheeks as he smiles lazily when you twitch. “So messy for me.”

You’re pouting down at him, out of breath when he spits thickly onto your already soaked cunt, the coolness of his saliva on your warm skin making your hips stutter and causing a gasp to slip past your lips.

It’s too much and you have to look away again, dropping your head back and shutting your eyes. Just feeling.

“Mmh,” Eddie hums before you feel him spreading his spit around your pussy with his thumb.

“Please-” You whine, but it morphs into a moan as he quickly dives back in, licking and sucking, completely brazen in his love for your taste. But you’re just as brazen, hips rolling into his mouth, practically riding his face. Eddie takes it in stride, reaching up underneath your shirt with his only free hand to pinch your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches off the carpet and you gasp sharply.

He kneads at your breast as his tongue and fingers become sloppy between your legs. Eddie shakes his head back and forth rapidly, no doubt staining his cheeks and chin with your wetness. All you can do is cry out, and moan, and babble on about how good he feels.

Your orgasm builds, that delicious burning sensation swirling and growing in your belly. “Eddie. Eddie! Gonna-”

But you can’t even get the words out as he groans, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, only pushing you closer to the edge.

Without pulling away fully, Eddie mutters roughly against your pussy, “Say it again.”

It takes you a moment to process his words. And when you do you don’t fully understand. Until you do.

Eddie is such a giver. He never tires of burying his face between your thighs and eating you out until you’re shaking in his arms, until you’re crying from the overstimulation as he goes in for seconds.

But he likes receiving praise for it too. Likes to hear how good he’s making you feel. Likes to hear his name on your tongue. At this point it’s the only word you can remember anyway.

“Eddie! Please, Eddie! Eddie,” You say his name like a prayer.

He becomes an animal, going wild at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

You’re so desperate to cum as you grind into his mouth, Eddie grunting, squeezing your breast in his hand, his other still working over your clit. You remove a hand from where it's tangled in his hair and cover the hand that kneads over your chest, back arching.

When he begins the lethal combination of plunging his middle and ring finger into your tight, wet heat as he practically makes out with your pussy, you’re at your tipping point. The feeling of his lips kissing your clit, then his tongue darting out to have a proper taste as he sucks it into his mouth makes your brows furrow as you moan for him.

One final thrust of his fingers inside of you and one last mean nip at your clit has your orgasm crashing over you, and your body convulses. Eddie continues to lick and fuck you with his tongue and fingers as you ride it out, cursing and moaning as you do. The feeling spreads everywhere, from your cunt, to your belly, to your chest, all the way down to your toes.

Heat spreads beneath your skin as you slowly come down, chest heaving with shallow breaths.

Eddie pulls away and you mewl when he playfully slaps the top of your cunt, making your clit flutter in sensitivity.

Groaning lowly, Eddie climbs on top of you and you finally open your eyes.

Your view is wonderful. His waves shield you from the lamplight, his mouth and cheeks glisten slightly as he grins down at you, and pieces of his fringe stick to his forehead which is covered in a light layer of sweat.

Smiling languidly up at him, you reach up and brush his hair back from his face, the fire in your belly briefly heating up again at the feel of his hard cock nudging against your bare thigh.

“Feel good?”

Licking your lips, you nod, your body limp and tired.

“Good,” Eddie whispers, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. You can still taste yourself on his tongue.

He strokes your face lovingly with the back of his clean hand. “Still feeling floaty?”

“Mhm,” you respond, completely blissed out.

He hums thoughtfully, eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again, a mischievous glint sparkling in his.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers cheekily and you nod.

Eddie leans down so his mouth is level with your right ear. “I wanna go again.”

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tpwk-formula1 · 7 months ago

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Hello, there! I love your writings and the order is bit long sorry for that!

Pizza crust: thin crust, pizza sauce: red sauce, with topping of sausage, olives, basil, garlic, bacon, arugula, roasted mushroom, buratta with drinks: beer, Dr pepper, lemonade, red bull, coke zero, and dessert: yes For MAX verstappen

If you can, could you please let The reader be leclerc or sainz, if you can't you can do whatever you want! THANKS WAITING FOR MY ORDER🤭😉

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex sausage "Better not waste a drop" olives "Swallow every last bit. NOW!" basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" bacon "What would your brother think if he caught us" arugula "I love stretching this pussy out" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" beer edging dr pepper dirty talk lemonade body worship redbull hickeys coke zero high sex dessert yes served by Max Verstappen

Max x Norris! reader

AN: I in fact took an edible while writing this so if some of it sounds goofy my apologizes <3

TW - oral (m receiving), fingering, mentions of weed, multiple orgasms, slightly edging, squirting, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 2700+

Y/N POV

"Maxie, you don't need to smoke with me just because Lando was teasing you for having a stoner girlfriend when you've never even touched weed," I tell him softly as I'm sitting on his lap and running my fingers through his hair.

"I know I don't have to but I wanna see what you like about it so much," Max replies softly letting his fingers softly trace along my hips.

"How about we take edibles?" I suggest softly making Max think about it for a second.

"Okay, but can we smoke together another time?" Max asks softly making me smile.

"Sure, but let's see how you like this first," I tell him softly while leaning over to my night stand and opening the drawer to pull out the little tin full of my assortment of gummies.

"Do you want strawberry or cherry?" I ask softly looking through my collection to see which flavors I had.

"I want this one," Max says softly pointing to the lime one.

"No, that's indica and will just make you sleepier than sativa already will make you," I tell him softly while plucking up the strawberry gummy and biting it in half and handing Max the other half while I eat the first half.

Max hesitates before he takes it and eats it as well. Before I put away the tin I grabbed another one and eat it.

"Why did you get more?" Max whined making me look at him with a raised brow.

"Tolerance babe," I reply softly while cuddling into Max's chest and wait for the effects to take course.

"I think I need more, I'm not feeling anything," max says after 20 minutes making me laugh softly.

"Love I think I might have given you too much already. Have some patience. If an hour and a half has passed and you still feel absolutely nothing I'll give you a little more," I tell Max softly knowing I gave him half of a 30mg gummy.

"If you gave me too much and you ate more did you take too much?" Max ask softly making me laugh and shake my head.

"No love, I gave you 15mg of THC and I took the other half of yours and took another 15mg gummy so I doubled your dose," I reply softly trying to explain everything I can to him.

"Is it really gonna take 90 minutes for me to feel it?" Max asks.

"Probably not but sometimes it takes a little longer. My guess is an hour you'll start feeling it and by the hour and a half mark you'll feel the full effects," I tell him softly before placing a kiss on his lips.

"How will I know?" Max asks making me laugh a little.

"You'll know I promise," I respond back.

As the time passes I can feel Max starting to get fidgety, and when I look up from resting my head on his chest I find his face starting to become flush.

"You feel it love?" I question with a faint smile on my face.

"Stront, yes! I feel like heavy but light. Something's got to be wrong! We gotta call someone, let them know I'm dying! If I die please make sure they replace me with someone good," Max says clearly showing that he's starting to get paranoid.

"Love, you're fine! Enjoy your high. You're not gonna die I promise," I respond while leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I already told Lando! I knew you wouldn't take this serious," Max says clearly still freaking out which makes me laugh.

"Love, you're overthinking which is gonna ruin your high. Relax and enjoy the feeling," I say while turning around in his lap and resting betsween his thighs so I can turn on the TV and play the first Kevin Hart movie I find.

"Watch the movie and laugh," I tell Max sternly while also grabbing his phone out of his hands and put it under my leg so I know he isn't sneaking it.

I send Lando a quick text letting him know his friend was in fact fine and just being dramatic.

Lando just laughs back at the situation and tells me he's here if Max needed anything.

"See you have Lando worried!" Max says clearly reading my texts over my shoulder.

"No! He said if you need anything like snacks or something not a fucking ambulance," I tell Max making him groan.

Another twenty minutes pass when I feel Max buck against my back making me feel his hard cock. I hold back the smirk I want to spread across my face and just ignore Max until he says something.

"Are you sure it was weed," Max calls out a few minutes later making me laugh.

"Yes, I'm sure I gave you weed love. You took an edible, it's a body high. This is normal," I tell Max softly while rubbing him through his pants.

"Fuck, is that why you're always all over me when you take edibles?" Max questions looking at me through hooded eyes.

"Yes, and when we have sex it's so good! Everything is so much more intense for me" I tell him with a bright smile making him groan at the thought.

"Fuck, please I need something. Oh my god are you feeling anthing?" Max says making me laugh and nod my head.

"Yes, love I'm fucking throbbing but didn't do anything until you said something cause it's different for everyone," I reply softly making Max reach his hands around my waist and push his hand into my sleep shorts instantly finding my soaked folds.

"Oh," I moan when I feel his fingers graze my clit which makes him start lazily circling it with his fingers.

"Watch the movie," Max whispers in my ear making me turn my attention back on the movie while Max continues to tease me.

"Fuck Max," I moan when I feel him speed up his actions.

"You gonna cum for me," I could hear the smirk in Max's voice as he continues to rub my clit.

"Please," I cry out when I feel him slip 2 fingers into my pussy finding my G-spot almost instantly.

"Go on, cum for me," Max says making me fall apart on his fingers.

"Fuck," I cry when I feel the pleasure start coursing through me, lasting much longer than it normally would had I been sober.

"So good Maxie," I gasp when I finally start to come down from my high.

"Fuck, you always look so pretty when you cum," Max groans into my neck before he places a soft kiss on my sweet spot.

"Maxie, go faster! Please," I whine and beg Max to sped up his actions knowing I can feel anothe orgasm start to build deep within me.

"Fuck, I love to hear you beg! Always sound so pretty for me," Max tells me softly while he speeds up his actions. I could feel the orgasm building almost instantly which had me throwing my head back onto Max's chest while I allow the pleasure to consume every part of me.

"Want you in my mouth next," I moan softly as I start to fall over the edge into a squirting orgasm soaking Max's hand, my panties and shorts as well as a little bit of out sheets.

"FUck," I cry when Max only speeds up his actions throwing me into an almost instant 3rd orgasm.

"Max," I'm screaming out as the pleasure starts to mount.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another, and then I'll let you do what you want," Max tells me while he continues to finger fuck me through my third orgasm.

"It's too much," I cry out but make no attempt at moving away from the brutal pleasure.

"Want me to stop?" Max asks with a smirk clearly written all over his face.

"No! You better not stop!" I scream out.

"Then quit your complaining about it being too much," Max replies back while he speeds his actions up again. I could feel my next orgasm starting to build again which had me slipping my hand into my panties to join Max.

Once my finger grazed my clit I scream as I fall over the edge again while I tease my clit and Max continues to fuck into my G-spot. I could feel my pleasure soaking everything once again making me gasp at the pleasure.

"Fuck, so good Maxie," I call out as I come down from the orgasm. Max and I have both pulled our hands out of my pants when I offer my fingers for him to lick clean.

"Better not waste a drop," I tease while he pulls my fingers into his mouth and licks them clean before he pulls his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean too.

"You're hot," I saw while watching my boyfriend remove his fingers from his mouth revealing his lips covered in a light layer of my slick.

I lean up and pull Max in for a kiss while I turn around so I'm not facing Max and away from the TV. I start grinding into Max's lap enjoying the way his cock slides against my drenched shorts.

I reach down and pull Max's shirt off while I reposition myself to pull Max's briefs off allowing for his cock to spring free. I watch as it bounces softly against his skin allowing for some of his precum to pool near his belly button. I take his length into my hand and lick from the base of his cock to his tip where I collect a bit of his precum before I start pulling his length into my mouth.

I can hear Max gasping and hissing above me the more I take him into my mouth. Once I've taken his full length into my mouth I gag slightly before I pull back and start bobbing my head on his cock.

"Fuck, feels so good," Max groans out making me speed up my actions using his groans and words as encouragement. As I'm sucking on his heavy cock I bring one of my hands up to his balls and start playing with them while letting my free hand rest on his thigh.

I pull my mouth off his cock and lean down to suck his balls into my mouth making Max hiss and buck his hips at the new sensations coursing through his body.

"What would your brother think if he caught us. You on your knees with your perfect little mouth taking my cock like it was made for it," Max says while gripping into my hair and pulling me in for a kiss before he pulls back before pulling my hair hard making me gasp leaving Max to lean down and spit directly into my mouth making me whine feeling his spit slide down my tongue.

"Swallow every last bit. NOW!" Max whispers against my jaw making me close my mouth and swallow his spit. Max gives me a satisfied smirk before pulling me in for another kiss.

Max flips us over so he's now on top of me while he grinds into my soaked shorts before he finally lifts my shirt off and pulling my shorts off next.

Once I'm completely bare for Max he slowly pushes into my pussy making me gasp at the stretch of taking his full length.

"I love stretching this pussy out," Max lazily grunts while looking into my eyes. I can see the effects the weed is taking on Max, but my favorite is the lazy look he has written all over his face but still so turned on his dominant energy is still present.

"Fuck! Maxie, so big," I gasp feeling Max bottom out in my pussy stretching me just right.

"Fuck," Max grunts when he starts thrusting his hips into mine, hitting all the right spots the faster he is going.

"Max," I moan when I feel the tip of his cock graze my G-spot.

Max starts fucking into me faster making the pleasure become increasingly more overwhleming while he leans down and starts kissing my neck before I feel him sink his teeth into my heated skin and start sucking, leaving a mark behind before he starts adding another one on the other side of my neck.

"Love putting marks on your perfect skin," Max grunts when he sees the little marks he's left behind.

"Fuck, I'm close," I moan making Max pull out of my pussy successfully edging me.

"No," I whine when I feel Max bring his mouth back to my neck leaving another hickey while he teases my clit with the tip of his cock before he finally pushes back into my pussy fucking me harder than he had previously making me scream out at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Don't cum yet," Max says before leaning down and kissing me before pulling his cock out when he feels me getting close to the edge again.

"Please Maxie," I beg not knowing how much more edging I could handle.

"You've cum three times already and you're begging for more?" Max teases making me whine.

"Please, so good Maxie," I beg again making Max finally push back into my pussy and start fucking me again.

"Fuck," I moan loudly clenching around Max making him hiss at the feeling.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Max grunts out making me snap my eyes open and look down to notice the little bulge in my tummy each time Max fucks into me.

"Fuck," I moan out as I pussy down on the bulge making Max and I both loudly moan at the added pleasure.

"Can I cum," I moan out making Max grunt out a quick hold it making me whine at being on the edge but not being allowed to fall over the edge.

"Fuck, feel so good around me," Max grunts out.

"Max I can't hold it anymore," I whine out making Max speed up his actions before he finally gives me the permission I was waiting for.

"Fuck Max," I cry out as I start cumming all over his cock, pulling him with me cumming with me.

"Fuck, Max, did you cum in me?" I whine when I feel his cum start to splash against my soaked walls.

"I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum," Max grunts hiding his face in my neck overwhelmed with the pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck Max," I gasp when he starts slipping his cock from my overly sensitive pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Max groans out as he watches his cum leak from my pussy. Max takes a few more seconds to gather himself before he slips out of bed and finds one of his discarded shirts on the floor before he slowly starts cleaning the mess between my thighs.

Once I'm cleaned up he grabs a clean shirt of his before slipping in onto my body and slipping a second shirt onto himself before pulling a clean pair of briefs on.

"I'm hungry," Max whines once he's settled into the bed making me laugh softly.

"We have food here," I reply back softly making Max groan.

"I wanna call Lando! Maybe he'll pick us up something," Max says softly making me laugh at him before finding his discarded phone tangled in the sheets and handing it to him.

"Go on and call your boyfriend," I joke making Max roll his eyes.

"I love you Norris's what can I say," Max teases with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Landooo, I want a burger," Max whines into the phone making me laugh at my needy boyfriend.

"Please!" Max says excitedly when I hear Lando tell him he could pick us up something.

"What do you want love?" Max asks me telling him my order before he tells Lando his order.

"He'll be here in 20 minutes," Max says with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Can't believe you called him," I laugh before cuddling into his side and allowing my body to relax and enjoy the high while we wait for Lando to arrive with our food.

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jadexbnny · 2 days ago

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OVERWHELMING - GETO SUGURU (nsfw)

content. "suguru was just supposed to be trip-sitting you. . .but then you started being a bit too touchy, leading to his boner getting a bit too hard, and suddenly he has you in bed with his touch leaving you flustered enough to green out.

warnings. 18+ !!!! established relationship, horny!geto x high!reader, fem!reader, dom!geto, substance use (THC), penetration, tittie play, oral (m!recieving), unprotected sex, cervix kissing, pet names, fluff, praise, missionairy, creampie.

author's note. i love geto. also, nobody greens out. dw. also if it feels like its kinda jumping around thats bc i tried my best to simulate what being high feels like. also this is my first ever smut so sry if it sucks ass.

word count. 2.4k

"are my fingers wobbling for you too?" you question, looking over at your boyfriend with your palm spread open. you can see it clearly, your digits waving as if they were ocean tides, spread wide open in front of suguru's face.

he looks over at you, brown eyes meeting yours with an expression of 'i fucking told you so' as he lets out a sigh, taking your headphones off and placing them to your side.

"baby, you're high."

you'd promised him that you'd only take 1/3 of that gummy. suguru had narrowed his beautiful brown eyes at you, brushing the hair spilling over the corners of his headphones back in a knowing manner.

"it's never just 1/3 of a gummy with you. . ." he'd murmured, rolling his eyes knowing damn well he'd give in.

and so he had.

you'd giggled, eating the share of the gummy as you'd promised, but as it was to happen, time slowly trudged on yet your high never hit. you'd given it minutes, then hours, and then grown frustrated. following this frustration, and a whole lot of pleading, suguru had agreed to trip-sit you if you ate the rest of that gummy.

which you did.

that brings us to present times.

you're too high. you know you're too high with the way you can feel every sensation ten times more than you normally would. for example, every time you see water you feel like you haven't drank any in years, and every time you look over at suguru you feel your heart ready to rip out of your chest.

"suguru~" you whine, throwing yourself at him, arms wrapped around his neck tight, so tight it feels like you're going to drown if you let go of him.

he doesn't flinch, only letting out a sigh following which his lips curve upwards slightly, a gentle smile that's reserved only for when you're being painfully cute. he hums, a slight question in his voice. in your ears, his voice echoes, as if it's a call for your heart.

"i feel like i'm talking through a megaphone. . ." you mumble before gasping, looking up at him with widened eyes, "am i? is everything i'm saying echoing?" you whisper that last part, as if afraid to talk too loud.

he only chuckles at you, shaking his head and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"no, my love, you're talking perfectly normal, i promise," he mumbles, matching your tone in a comforting manner, an assurance that you're safe. your heart races when he leans closer, and you swear you feel it leave your body when he nuzzles his nose against yours. you've felt his nose against yours a million times, yet every time it brings about that sensation of fluttering.

"i love you. . ." you mumble, looking up at him and smiling, what you think is a bit too wide but that's probably just you being high off your mind.

he mumbles something back but you can barely hear him, all your sensations dialing in on his lips and how they move. have they always moved like that? your gaze shifts to his eyes, looking at you gently. then to his arms, wrapped around you in an embrace. why couldn't you feel any of these sensations before?

the more you think, the more the panic rises in your body.

"fuck, i'm high. . ." you whisper, to which suguru only tilts his head slightly. before he can say anything, your panicked words interrupt him.

"baby! i feel so weird!" you whine, eyes widened with nothing but terror as you look up at him, "i feel like i'm going to die. . ." you complain, lips curving into a frown as you hug him tighter. he only lets out a chuckle, shaking his head a little.

"my silly girl, you won't die. i'm right here." he whispers to you. this however, does not calm your panic as you only sink further and further into your own head, farther and farther away from him.

"i am. . ." "you're not" "but i can't feel my arms-" "that's-" "or my legs. . ." "baby-" "suguru!! i feel so dumb right now!!" he tries to calm you down at first, but then just sighs and picks you up by your thighs, looking up at you with a gentle expression.

"let's go to our room then,"

the walk to your room is a blur and you forget it almost instantly. the only thing that you register is the soft plush of the mattress beneath you and suguru's body pressing on top of yours. you look up at him through your panicked expression and for the first time notice the blush thats dusted over his cheeks, the slight pout on his lips.

"do you even know how hot you are?" he mumbles. his voice is a quiet whisper, yet its filled with a hint of wanting. as you feel yourself snapping out of that panic you were previously in, you feel his body against yours. tight muscles pressed against your sensitive skin and his raging boner nestled right against your stomach.

"why are you hard. . .?" you mumble, looking up at him with a dumbfounded expression.

he looks embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at you and leaning further down so his nose is nestled against your temple, his lips pressed against the skin of your ear. you can feel his breath, warm and tempting as he whispers to you, "in case you didn't know, you've been rubbing up against me for the past hour. . ." he mumbles.

honestly, you've been penting him up for the past hour. rubbing your breasts against him at every chance you, fingers sliding up and down his arms, your body pressed against his. what to you was touch for comfort was to him absolute torture.

"hey," he mumbles, looking at your with that pouting expression of his, "i think you owe me something for being so patient. . .i've waited with this boner for so long, baby," he whispers.

you know damn well what he's doing and it's working. you feel that familiar warmth in your body, that blush creeping up your skin.

he slowly reaches for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up just far enough to expose your perking breasts, one hand reaching for it as his fingers brush over your sensitive nipple. you shudder slightly, your flustered gaze meeting with his eyes, so obviously filled with desire.

"i'll only do it if you're comfortable," he whispers. you bite at your lower lip before nodding a little, "i'm comfy." you mumble. he hums, "you remember the safe word?" you nod again, "lemon,"

almost immediately, his lips cover your nipple, tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive tip. his hands find your other nipple, pinching and rubbing at it, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him. the sensations are so overwhelming, making you feel as though you could cum from this alone. he continues to play with your tits, watching with eager eyes as you writhe beneath him.

your reactions are so cute, he finds himself wanting more. more and more of you until you're all his.

"your reactions are so hot, baby," he mumbles, his hungry gaze meeting with yours. his lips leave your nipple, the cold air leaving them hard as he presses his lips to yours "do you wanna use those pretty lips of yours?" he whispers, moving his lips against yours in what starts out as a gentle kiss. it devolves to one of pure need simply seconds later, with his tongue slipping into your mouth and teasing at the roof of your mouth.

you let out a whimper against his kiss, which only strokes at the fire more. a groan escapes his lips, his hands gently sliding down the side of your body to meet with your womanhood. your skin feels like it's burning, every inch of your body that he touches is left on fire.

and then somehow you're on top of him, completely naked, your lips pressed against his thick cock as it rests against his stomach. he's sat up against the headboard, watching you with eager eyes. you don't process anything, simply letting yourself get carried away as your tongue licks a stripe up his shaft, making him shiver a little.

"you're such a tease, baby. . ." he mumbles, biting on his lower lip as he watches you work your lips around the tip, his cock resting against your chin before you slowly sink it down your throat, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

he shivers at this action, cheeks flushed as the warmth of your mouth envelopes him, your tongue pressing against the underside of his dick, dragging in a teasing motion as you bob your head up and down slowly, deliberately, doing your best to pent him up further. your tongue dragging over his length, so teasing, leaves him groaning, his fingers reaching for your hair and tugging at it lightly.

"pretty girl, don't do this to me," he whispers, voice tinged with desperation. as his eyes meet with yours, you feel your resolve crumble away. his eyes always do that. make you feel like you just give in, trust him, and he'll handle the rest.

you suck at the tip lightly, tongue darting out to lick it in a teasing manner before you actually get to it, sinking down on his cock once more, taking it in your throat and actually giving him some conviction. with every bob of your head, out and in, he lets out a slight groan.

"you're so aggressive when you're high. . ." he mumbles. you can't even feel him in your throat, it feels like an out-of-body sensation, and so you simply continue for a bit before releasing his cock with a 'pop', your hand wrapping around his length to continue the job while you give him a lopsided smile.

and something about the smile sets him off. he reaches for your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss and pushing you onto your back. the plush of the bed meets your back once again as you let out a groan against his lips. he breathes heavily, warm breath mangled with yours.

"can't take it, my love, i need you," he whispers, hurriedly pushing your legs apart to reveal your wet core to him. "need this cunt," his words are rushed as he lines himself up with you, leaving little room for you to react. all your eyes can see are his abs, tense as he holds your legs apart, his thick cock pressed against your entrance and teasingly rubbing against your folds.

"tell me you want it too," he mumbles, his voice hoarse and thick with need. you nod hurriedly, "please, suguru," you mumble.

those words are all he needs. the sensation you feel is delayed but he presses into you, your walls stretching to accommodate his length as he nestles his cock into you. you let out a moan, the sensation of him inside you leaving you breathless. he groans a little, feeling the way you tighten around him.

"relax," he groans, giving you but a second to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. it's ruthless, an obvious sign of just how long he's waited for this. "fuck, you feel so fucking good," he curses, cock dragging against your gooey walls as he fucks you into the sheets. you're a moaning mess, arms gripping at the sheets as you try to find your words.

but you can't. it's so overwhelming. his cock stretching you out, pounding you with a speed much faster than your thoughts are processing at the moment. pleasured moans escape your lips, only encouraging him to continue fucking you harder. it's insane how good he makes you feel, how his dick fits so perfectly into your cunt, how every thrust hits that exact spot that makes you shiver. you can see it in your head, his cock pumping in and out of your tube, a sleeve that's made to pleasure him.

and he knows this. "such a good girl you are," he praises as he leans down, arms to the side of your head as his lips press against yours. his hips continue slamming against yours, unrelenting in their pace as he kisses you roughly. he continues hitting your g-spot, nearly bruising that spot as he continues pleasuring you.

"f-fuck, baby-" you moan against his lips, letting out a whine of pleasure as abuses your g-spot. it feels so overwhelmingly pleasuring. it leaves your cunt contracting against him, and his lips leave yours for a second, his pace slowing a little.

"baby, did you just cum?" he questions through pants, somewhat dumbfounded. you let out a breathless moan, too lost in the sensations to even say anything, "i...i don't know," you moan, "but i want more,"

he smirks at your words, starting to thrust deeper, "mmm, like how i'm filling you up?" he rasps, panting as he continues fucking you. your legs shake slightly as you feel him stretch you again, mind practically blanking from the overstimulation.

"look at you. . .high out of your mind and you still want more. . .my good girl," he grunts, pressing sloppy kisses against your face. you feel his length inside you, your vision hazy as the pleasure takes over your mind. you can't feel anything except for his dick, so deep in you, almost kissing your cervix with every pump.

he reaches down with one hand, pressing his thumb against your swollen nub, teasing it a little. you let out a startled moan, eyes widening as you look up at him. he smirks, shutting you up with his lips again as he continues his ministrations. his shaft pressing deep into you, paired with his rough fingers against your clit

"are you gonna cum for me again, baby?" he grunts, wet thrusts turning sloppier as you nod fervently. he groans, pumping into you faster, wanting to cum alongside you.

"fuck, i'm close," he rasps, and you feel it this time. the orgasm ripping through you, every nerve in your body shivering as the warm sensation ripples from your core to the rest of your body. his fingers overstimulate you as they continue rubbing despite your orgasm. he lets out a hot groan against your ear, his tip kissing your cervix as ropes of sticky, white, cum floods your insides. he fucks his cum into you, gently, his finger shifting to your eyes to brush your hair to the side. his lips press a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out, letting the liquid drip out from your cunt.

his warm arms wrap around you, pulling you close as you feel a kiss pressed to your forehead. "my high baby," he whispers.

credits to @/cafekitsune for the dni banner.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk geto #—jade.writes #—jade.nsfw

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ericscroptop · 3 months ago

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Faded With You

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, marijuana usage, reader and eric are both high, high sex, no actual description of smoking but the after effects are extremely present, cowgirl and missionary position, riding, unprotected sex (sigh…), creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, an ounce of dumbification, pet names, ‘daddy kink’ ‘cause hell yeah

✦ word count: 3k words

✧ synopsis: two words: high sex

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“Your eyes are so red.” you chuckled, amused in seeing the expansion of blood vessels decorating the whites of his eyes, and how glassy they appear.

The front row view of his stoned expression is captivating. You sat fully over his cock shoved up your tight, dripping hole, heart racing from a mixture of the THC coursing through your bloodstream and from adjusting to the heated sensation of his length inside you.

Unable to resist, your body leaned forward to reach out and cup his chiseled face, obsessed with how extra hot he looked when he’s smoked.

He can say the same for you. Your face and mannerisms mirrored his own: eyelids swollen and wearing a smiley, playful expression that hadn’t faltered one bit since the effects of the cannabis hit your system.

His cock pulsed with its own beats while wrapped and smothered by your slick walls, especially from the sight of that sultry, yet cute look on your face.

“So are yours. Such a pretty baby.” he purrs with a dopey smile, hands running down along your backside to settle over your rear.

Your craving and fervent feelings for one another are exchanged through lips, devouring at the other’s plump appendage.

Earth and piney flavors danced over your tongues, sloppily puckering and nipping lips despite the cotton mouth that’s threatening to creep upon you both.

The racy rate you’re moving at has you rolling your hips over his length, breaths needy as you’re already overwhelmed with passion for Eric just from the kissfest and being stuffed with his hearty cock.

He was also feeling out of this world. The subtle but desperate rubs of your pussy over his cock paired with your fleshy breasts and erect nipples pushing and prodding into his pecs provoked him further, over and over again.

Kisses grew more demanding and urgent, too impatient and sexually charged to demonstrate how strong the appetite and lust for the other person is.

Suddenly his lips string feverishly along your jawline and neck, moving his hands to hold the back of your head steady, trailing his lips to every inch and corner of your skin he’s able to reach.

His mouth does work to bless all your weak and sensitive spots, licking his lips and licking a stripe up your neck before leaving more traces of his affection.

Gentle bites in between kisses are going straight to your core, sizzling inside from the lovemaking towards your nerves, and swooning over the fact that his efforts are firm enough that’ll leave blotches of him behind.

His mouth climbs up to your ear, giving your lobe kitten licks before capturing different parts of it in his mouth, brushing his lips over it playfully and messily giving it open-mouthed kisses like the devilish-fuck that he is.

Any sensation is too heightened right now, so you’re practically gone, unable to breathe just from the faintest touch from Eric. You mewled shamelessly repeatedly, whining from the profuse ecstasy, but also for more where it aches the most.

“Use me, baby. Fuck me like a good girl.” Eric rasps into your ear, dragging his teeth faintly over it before pulling you back, lazy grin encouraging you to finally ride him.

So you sit up, rocking your hips slowly to start off, airy moans voiced out your throat.

Your palms rest flat over his torso, holding onto him as you get a kick out of how his girthy length is so full and heavy inside your hole, the weight and crammed feeling making you throb and squeeze.

“Good, baby, good. Such a good girl; doing so good. Just relax, ‘kay?” he praises through groans, smoothing over your ass cheeks. His lower lip gets put in between his teeth, the grip your walls had on him felt like his cock was being choked and already on the verge of being milked.

Your pussy does adjust when he reassures you with his husky words that were low but still dripped with honey. It spurs you to give his cock a thrilling awakening.

You actually start to ride his dick, testing out a mellow pace when raising your body just enough over his shaft before plopping carefully back down.

Your eyes lock with his own, growing even hornier with the way those dark, droopy and daring eyes of his focused on you. He was absorbed in how your naked figure caressed his cock with every passing and spring. How you were truly bent on bringing out the animalistic and saucy side of you to prove to him how much he meant to you in an intimate way.

Eric was such a wonderful boyfriend that he always made you feel sexy, but right now, you believe the weed is playing a good part in aiding him for that.

The weed gave you amplified confidence and desire to be the best girl to him, craving to make him feel good.

You varied your techniques, alternating between speeds and occasionally bouncing giddily and lifting up your ass carefully to provide him with solid strokes.

To make it even better, you tilted forward a bit to get the angle just right, sighing contentedly. You bring your hands up towards your mounds, squeezing them and groping your own supple breasts, providing yourself with extra stimulation as you continue to slide your pussy over his shaft.

Eric’s eyes never leave your figure, dilated pupils fixed on every bounce you make, the way you toyed with your tits and the loose, fleshy skin of yours shaking with every movement.

It’s so appealing, so beautiful seeing you on top. You’re working hard for him and yourself, feeble breaths and spaced out expression intently watching him back.

This current uncensored view and sex never got old. You sent his mind and cock into sparks and a frenzy each and every time. You were a sacred piece of work.

You devoted yourself to his cock during moments like these. Every rise and fall was powered by your sexual drive and burning desire for Eric.

“Fuck, daddy…” you moaned, using that special nickname reserved for heated times like now or whenever you wanted to rile him up.

His cock and breaths responded strongly, dick throbbing and throat grunting when you referred to him as such.

“Love when you call me that— fuck, hon.”

He pinches at your rear before double slapping your butt with both hands, arching your back as a result of the unexpected impact paired with euphonious whines.

“Fucking yourself dumb, huh? Yeah? Feels good, don’t it?” he teases your elevated and clapped-out state, finding his baby so cute when his cock makes you lose your mind.

There is no perfect way to describe the elation you’re in. It’s not like your stupid brain could think of anything coherent under these circumstances, anyways. How could you while you were air-headed, brain cells declining from the high off dick and weed.

The room carried no sense of decency, the potent smell of pot intertwining with the various pheromones excreting your active bodies.

You’d compare being on top to a ride to heaven; there’s no negative energy, mind fogged out. Carrying no weight on your shoulders, instead, you’re filled up with that weight of his thick erection shoved up in between your legs, blessing your sex.

You’re closer to reaching fulfillment and enlightenment with every breath and bounce. While satisfying, your body can only withstand moving in such a way for so long. Yes, your libido was skyrocketing while high, but riding cock grew tiring fast.

You let up on your riding, directing your attention elsewhere while you recharge for a bit.

Refusing to fully take a break in showing his body delight, you run your hands up and down over his toned abs, tracing the pronounced shadows and lines that made your pussy pound with attraction.

He held your gaze as you loved up on his abdominal muscles, still panting as you raked your hands over him so sensually.

The look in your eyes was carnivorous, one that held motives of a succubus. An ungodly, playful glint in your eyes made his inflamed cock throb, his nerves and thoughts shaking and anticipating your next move.

You stick your tongue fully out, dragging it upwards from above his navel, all the way up to his sternum.

The sensation of your flexible, fleshy muscle moving throughout his body hangs heavy over him. His adam’s apple bobs at your act, skin shivering yet sultry.

You let your tongue circle and run laps over his pecs, coating his chest with your DNA. Hungry, enthusiastic kisses were pressed and left deep into his chest.

You even teased his firm nipples, teasingly tickling them with frisky flicks. It made him whimper and buck his hips up as you had all the control, leaving him to twitch and forced to submit to letting you have your fun with his body— which, he honestly cannot complain. He’s clearly responding nicely, writhing and whining from the lavish attention underneath you.

It increasingly becomes more dangerous for him. Your lips enclose over one of his nipples, starting to messily kiss at his tit and suck with devout. Your hands cling onto his body, gripping at his skin as his also did, too sucked into the moment.

“You dirty, baby— fuck.” he groans, pinching at one of your ass cheeks with his fingers as you continued to salivate and stuff your face into his pecs.

You were insatiable. You pushed yourself further down into him, predatory as your mouth moved madly.

There was this overwhelming inclination to swallow and suck every square inch of skin you can reach. Your lips and tongue attack and swirl all over his sexy build, hopelessly enraptured by his entire being.

“Like that, daddy?” you breathlessly murmured, grinding down into him as your insistent make out continues, moaning pathetically every time your clit rubs against his pelvis.

Eric growls, having had just enough of your teasing and uninhibited behavior. The ultimate rattle to his cage is when your teething becomes extra gritty, too invested in biting and sucking like you’re famished.

He whimpers and hisses quietly, trying to keep himself from busting now. He can’t allow you to milk him dry before he entertains your pretty little self some more.

In the blink of an eye, your positions are reversed. You find yourself flipped over with your back against the mattress, pushed down and caged by his weight.

You squealed as he now hovers over your form, raggedly breathing with a keen gaze. He couldn’t bear letting you continue with your love bites to your heart’s content, for he couldn’t fight his own temptations to fuck you senseless.

The battle for dominance ends with him on top, cupping your cheek with his right hand while giving you a knowing look, that same titillating look that only seemed to further enrich as the weed possessed your body.

“My turn.” he utters, then snaps his hips awfully rough into you, cock pushed deep into your cunt, friction felt on your clit from his move.

You gasped, body reacting with a jerk up into him. Eric groans lowly, his turn now to fall into the spot between your breasts. His pounds into you are intense but uneven as he’s stuffing his face with your ample, jutted tits.

He delves into your mounds, sucking and slobbering over them, his weight and movements over and inside of you putting you into a trance.

His mouth taints your skin with visible sentiment that’d ensure you have a reminder of how much Eric really does admire you.

He then makes his way up to where he nipped and kissed the skin of your neck, persisting with his mouth. Going over those spots again would definitely create darker and long-lasting marks— of which, you’d be pissed at him for how slutty he would make you look, and what a bitch it is to cover up. But in the heat of the moment, your pussy and mouth purrs for him to have his way with you.

“I always take care of you, don’t I?” he says with a breathy chuckle, voice tickling the nerves and hairs on your neck.

Nothing comes out of you but broken moans, his kisses and fatty cock sucking the comprehensibility and clarity out from you.

“Say ‘yeah’, baby.” he commands nicely, falling back into your tits to give your pretty buds a couple more kitten licks and flicks.

“Yeah, ah,” you croaked, back arching up into him, your own tongue hanging loosely out like the dumb baby you are.

Eric smirks, wetting his lips and then directing full focus and charge into his thrusts and rhythm, ramming his dick in and out of you.

The pace and his control has every fiber of your being absorbed and bewitched by his manhood drilling inside your fluttering hole. Your body lay vulnerable and frail, allowing your boyfriend to blow your senses, working on finishing the job for the both of you.

Through heavy lids, you watched him fuck you. He grunted repeatedly, face flushed and glowing in sweat.

The movement of strands of hair that fell messily over his forehead, and the swinging of his silver chain is beyond arousing. Occasionally, the jewelry tickled your chest, dangling in the air between you two otherwise. The gorgeous view as he lays the pipe makes it hard to look away— even with how your eyes are threatening to draw shut from the strong, sweet pleasure.

“You’re all mine, eh?” Tell me… you mine?” he utters gravely, his hot breath practically touching you.

Your hands are holding onto his back, sharp nails digging into his shoulder blades, the depth matching his strokes: deep and hard.

You were so consumed in his efforts that you clung onto him to keep yourself from completely drifting away mentally. Marks and scratches would probably blemish his back, but neither of you seemed to mind it. If anything, your clawing only gave him more of a rush, knowing that you were on the verge of falling apart because of him.

“Mhmmm… yeah, daddy!!!” you manage to speak in between desperate breaths, eyes watery as you’re growing tense and increasingly tingly.

The sounds of you crying and huffing over the way he moves and feels inside you has his cock swelling. Making you break sounded so harmonious.

Your heartbeat was fucking kicking, an overwhelming, itching tension was present in your lower region. You were beginning to crack, clenching over his girth as the sensation was achingly intense. As a result, you continued to whimper, so breathy and whiny.

“C’mon, baby… you gon’ cum for daddy?” Eric voices with a throaty tone, his breath traveling down your neck as he nudges his nose affectionately against it, inhaling your sexy sex sweat while he fucks you through your incoming orgasm.

That rich voice of his makes you melt, nails digging into his skin harder if that’s even possible, head tilted and noises broken, yet emotive and glorious.

“Mhm— yeah. Wanna cum for, ah—daddy!” a big cry comes out from you, pushing up on your toes with an elevated heart rate and ringing in your ears as you feel yourself burst.

Eric lets a prolonged groan out, dick feeling some of your muscular contractions and how instantly silkier, wetter, and warmer your cunt became.

His hips start stuttering into you and throat rumbles, a couple last uneven jerks into you and he’s spurting drops of his seed into your heated hole.

“Ah, fuckkkk. Fuck… my baby.” his voice comes out unsteady, slightly whiny. He ensures every last drop gets gushed out of him and into your warm sex. Emptied out, his body gives out and fully falls into you.

While your craving was appeased, your body felt heavy and tired. The orgasm was so long awaited that you twitched a bit, legs practically numb and brain miles away, everything blank and faint.

You felt like a harp that has been strummed, vibrating, yet in a dreamy frame of mind as the buzz of orgasm hit you.

You can barely process Eric’s movements on top of you, his heavy breaths and cock growing limp inside of you now that he’s busted.

He carefully pulls out of your beat-pussy, moving your limp body to switch positions and rest your weight on top of him, head laying on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing and thumping heartbeat while it tries to regulate again.

“So proud of you, hon.” Eric coos once you’ve both settled, dropping a few affectionate kisses into your hair, caressing your glowing spine to soothe your body.

You two rest comfortably pressed together for a moment. The free hand of his moves behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with nothing but a floaty, fuzzy feeling in his body. He continues rubbing slowly along your back, savoring the peaceful intimacy that came after a good time.

After some time, Eric lets the responsibility of getting you two cleaned up hit him. He takes note of your lack of movement, thinking he ought to remind you to go freshen up.

“Hey, sweet girl. You asleep?” he murmurs, stroking at your skin and letting the hairs of your head tickle his nose as he brushes it back and forth in attempt to get you to react.

“We gotta get you cleaned up. Gotta go use the bathroom, Hm?”

Nothing but a weary moan comes out from you. You merely snuggled further into his warm pecs, still in a dream-like state as you lowkey did fall asleep, and you refused to be bothered.

It was too comfortable and tiring to get up. You were sure your legs would turn into jelly and plummet if you got up— or, you’d be sore as fuck to move a muscle.

Honestly, Eric didn’t have the energy in him either. He just wanted to look out for his baby and ensure you both are clean. As sexy as it was to feel the fluids run down from your bodies, and as sweet as it was to feel the exchange of heat through each other’s bodies, you’d regret it if you don’t get up.

“Five more minutes… only ‘cause you’re too cute right now.” he huffs out, feeling more like he’s telling himself that instead of you, as you’re basically checked out.

Until you do the darling thing of kissing at his chest, a small gesture of acknowledgment that raises a grin on his face.

“Just five more minutes.”

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sugurugetoshairbrush · 5 months ago

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tl;dr shotgunning w/ stoner!suguru getou [next]

stoner!suguru doesn’t need to tell you he smokes; the distinct, earthy scent clings tightly to his clothes, mingling with the rich undertones of sandalwood from his cologne. sometimes, a faint trace of vanilla wafts from his shampoo when he sweeps his long, dark hair over his shoulders. he keeps to himself, avoids unnecessary small talk, and rumor has it he co-owns a local cannabis greenhouse with shoko ieiri.

when you first catch his eye, he’s absolutely blasted—slanted eyes heavy, glazed, and tinted crimson red. he's stuck, his gaze rakes shamelessly up and down your body, locking you in place. he’s dressed in black fitted jeans, ripped at the knee, and hanging low on his hips to tease the grey waistband of his boxers. a chunky silver chain is strung through his belt loops and disappears into a pocket where a lime-green bic lighter peeks out.

he’s usually sporting an oversized essentials hoodie, but every now and then, you're treated to the sight of him in a form-fitting white shirt, the fabric bunching slightly at his broad shoulders before stretching tight across his biceps. his black gauges are permanent fixtures, but he frequently swaps out the jewelry in his tragus, industrial, and helix piercings. a slit runs through the tail of his left eyebrow, quirking slightly when he catches you returning his stare. his lips curl into a lazy smirk.

when he asks to smoke you out, it’s comically polite, layered with reassurances: "no pressure—it's not for everyone." a large hand settles gently on your shoulder as he waits for your answer, the lilac flecks in his deep violet eyes glinting in anticipation.

that’s how you end up sliding into the passenger seat of his sleek black dodge charger later that night. the rhythmic thump of his bass announcing his arrival long before he pulls up. his pitch-black tinted window rolls down just enough for him to call you over, his voice low and smooth.

you greet him with a smile, your fingers brushing over the fabric of your cargo mini skirt as you settle into the seat. a low whistle reaches your ears, followed by a murmured curse as his gaze lingers—his hands grip the wheel, rotating slightly as he speeds off. it’s oddly sweet, the way his usual indifference melts away when he asks about your day, his hand warm and firm on your thigh. he nods attentively, tossing in a comment every here and there, as you rant about your annoying coworkers and micro-managing boss, all while seamlessly weaving through traffic.

once parked, he reaches into the console and retrieves four pre-rolls with a playful wink. "hybrid, twenty-eight percent thc," he explains, mentioning that his homeboy, gojo had copped a shitload of grape pie gelato in sacramento last week. he sparks the first blunt, tucking his loose bangs behind his ear. the soft glow of the lighter illuminates his sharp jawline and cheekbones, brows furrowed in concentration as the paper sizzles to life.

leaning back, he takes a slow, deep inhale, tilting his head to reveal the taut line of his neck. smoke ghosts from his lips as he exhales, a thick cloud lingering in the air before dissipating. the car fills with the warm, sticky scent, the atmosphere thick and intimate. when he finally passes the blunt, your fingers brush clumsily, and his gaze lingers on you, eyes heavy-lidded and flushed.

just as you lift the blunt to your lips, his expression shifts. without warning, he leans forward, his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin. his breath fans your face as he swipes a thumb across your bottom lip.

“too much gloss, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low. “hate to see it go, but we don’t want a wet blunt, do we?”

you nod mutely as he wipes away the shimmery residue, his thumb smudging the corner of your mouth. annoyed, you pout, but he only chuckles.

“aww, don’t make that face. I'll buy you more—whatever you want. now go on.”

still reeling from his proximity, you draw the blunt to your lips. the paper feels rough against your now-dry mouth, but the first pull is smooth, a wave of euphoria washing over you. you take a couple more hits, chasing that feeling until your body begins feeling unreasonably heavy. you slouch into your seat, exhaling twin streams of smoke through your nostrils. lightheaded, you begin giggling at nothing in particular and offer him a lazy thumbs-up, earning an amused laugh as he reclaims the blunt.

in retaliation, you reach for his bangs, tugging gently. his hand covers yours, halting the movement as he tilts your face to meet his gaze.

“didn't think you'd be this gone, this fast—not that I'm complaining." he smirks, taking another long drag before leaning in close. "let's share. apparently, I need to catch up."

the blunt hovers between his lips as he cradles your face, his thumb grazes your lip, slowly tugging your lips apart. his exhale is slow and deliberate, warm smoke spilling past your parted lips as your breaths mingle. you press your palm against his chest, the firm muscle flexing beneath your touch. slowly teasing your fingernails down his abdomen, his breath hitches releasing a breathy groan into your mouth. grasping at the fabric beneath your fingers you yank him closer until his lips softly press against yours.

the kiss that follows is messy and heated. his chapped lips brush yours, stinging slightly until his tongue darts out, coaxing moisture into the parched skin. you fall into a rhythm, lips slotting together, teeth grazing, tongues curling. the car is silent save for the soft smacks of your kisses and the faint hum of the engine.

the blunt lay forgotten, a single ember flickering weakly on the floor.

#self indulgence at its finest #need him #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk #jjk au #jjk aesthetic #jjk x black reader #jjk x fem reader #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #tw cannabis

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mangobabygirl · 1 month ago

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Skin- Luigi Mangione/Reader

Summary: You get high with your boyfriend and convince him to fuck you to Mac Miller <3

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), P in V penetration, Cunnilingus, Recreational Drug Usage (Marijuana), Unprotected Sex, Squirting

(A/N: Inspired by an ask from @luigis-wetdream )

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The joint glowed red as you took a deep puff in, the warmth spreading from your lungs to the tips of your phalanges. You laid against Luigi’s chest, his hands running mindlessly through your hair as you exhaled into the air. The smoke lingered above you under the dim glow of your fairy lights, the faint sounds of Mac Miller playing in the background. Tonight, your dorm room transformed into your little slice of heaven, all thanks to the angel that was your boyfriend lying beside you.

Your fingertips touched for a brief moment as he took the joint from your hands, putting it up to his lips. It looked so small, dangling from his long fingers as he took a deep drag, meeting your stare as he breathed a long inhale. His eyes are so dreamy, you thought. Doe-eyed, hazel with tints of green peering at the edges. He looked at you so intently, so lovingly, like he was hugging you with his gaze.

Until, his face scrunched up and he let out a loud cough, his chest fluttering up and down as he struggled to breathe.

You giggled, gently punching him across the arm. “Lightweight,” you joked, taking the joint from his hands to your lips once again. He rolled his eyes, pulling you in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“You know I only smoke around you,” he remarked, “you’re a bad influence.”

You grinned at him, holding smoke in your cheeks as you grabbed his chin, angling your face against his. Your lips contacted his, closing your eyes as you blew the smoke into his mouth. His tongue massaged yours, gliding ever so gently as he leaned into the kiss, the two of you melting into a mixture of fumes parted by lips and tongue.

You pulled away slowly as he exhaled the smoke, grinning back at you with his radiant smile.

“See what I mean? Bad influence.”

You shrugged, putting the joint out on an ashtray on the nightstand, leaning in closer to his chest. For a moment you just laid there, tranquil in your high state, your body feeling completely relaxed against his. You listened to his heartbeat, watching the way his chest fluttered up and down as he breathed in and out, absentmindedly listening to the song “Hand Me Down” playing in the background. His hands found their way back to your hair, his fingers running gently through your curls, tugging them softly.

You looked up at him, and he looked back at you like you were his everything. His eyes softened into a puppy-dog like gaze, his mouth forming into a gentle smirk, his dimples rising slightly against his cheeks as he broke out into a blush.

“What is it?” You asked. “You’re just very beautiful bella,” he says, stroking your cheek gently. “I think the THC is having… vasodilator effects.”

You felt him shift beneath you, his erection evident.

You smiled as you positioned yourself above him, rocking your hips back and forth as your heat grinded against his clothed cock. He grabbed your face with his thumb gently, bringing his mouth to collide against yours. He kissed you deeply, passionately; you felt the wetness of his tongue as he stuck it down your throat, his lips moving slowly against you, hungry for every part of your mouth. You closed your eyes and leaned in, giving him complete access as you ground your core against him harder, rolling your hips down across his length. His hips bucked against yours slowly, his hands rummaging under your shirt, squeezing your curves gently within his fingers.

You broke the kiss when you heard the opening moans of “Skin” by Mac Miller, the sounds of a saxophone filling your apartment. You leaned over to grab the remote off the nightstand, turning up the volume of your TV.

“I need you to fuck me to this song,” you told him.

He smiled. “Your wish is my command, tesoro.”

He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you to lie on your back. He slowly ground into you as he helped you take off your shirt, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. He started kissing your clavicle, running his lips up and down your collarbone slowly, like he was studying you through his mouth. He looked up at you briefly, his eyes darkened with lust, before closing his eyes and gently suckling against your skin. You felt his teeth bite slightly as he increased the suction on your neck, a small red bruise forming between his lips. He gave the mark a small kiss before moving his mouth downward, peppering the skin between your collarbones and breasts with light feather kisses.

“My girl,” he said in between kisses, “my beautiful, smart, sexy girl..” He continued to praise you, the traces of his lips running everywhere throughout your body. His mouth, hot and heavy, circled your naval, sucking and biting at every inch of skin it could find. You closed your eyes as your whole existence became his wet mouth devouring you, the sensation of his fingers gripping your hips harshly as he claimed every inch of you as his own. You moaned, breathlessly, bucking your hips against him involuntarily, feeling every kiss run through your body like an electric shock.

“I’m swimming in your skin like a river in the Caribbean,” you heard Mac Miller sing out sensually. Luigi steadied his grip on you, tugging furiously at your skin with his canine teeth, determined to leave you covered in hickies- traces of him, his ownership, his red claims upon you.

He stopped his ministrations upon your body, and you whined at the loss of contact. You opened your eyes to look into his, his face perched close to your breasts, as if waiting for some silent permission to continue. You nodded, guiding his head towards your breast, your fingers gently gripping onto his curls. He took a nipple into his mouth, licking it with the stripe of his tongue, his eyes gazing into yours with a tender devotion. You loved this duality, his ability to completely ravage you one moment then tenderly worship you the next. It made your head spin in the best way possible.

He started to suck on your breast, his other hand rolling your left nipple between his fingers, his eyes transfixed onto you as if begging for silent approval. The sensation rattled your body, the THC flowing through your bloodstream only heightening the sensitivity. You grabbed his curls, pulling him closer to your breasts as you let out a low moan, sure you could come on the spot if he kept suckling your tits like this, his fingers magically twisting and teasing your other nipple.

If you weren’t wet already, you were most definitely soaked now, feeling the heat pool in between your legs. Luigi continued his assault on your breasts, moving his lips to suck on the opposite nipple. His free hand reached downward, pushing his hand past the waistband of your pants, feeling the wetness seeping through your underwear.

He grinned at you, his canines poking out from his straight-smile. “Looks like someone’s ready for me, hmm?”

“I’m takin’ care of each and every part, I open up your legs and go straight for your heart.” Luigi hooked his fingers in the sides of your pants, pulling them down past your legs, exposing your dripping cunt. His hands gently guided your legs open, his face crouching down in between aching sex. He gave you a knowing look before he licked a stripe across your clit, causing you to throw your head back in a hearty moan. He laughed slightly against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine before burying his tongue inside your folds, licking your clit ever-so-slightly, ever-so gently. You whined, grinding your cunt against his face with the shift of your hips. He slapped the side of your thigh in response, the stinging sensation only turning you on more, desperate for whatever pain and pleasure he may bestow upon you tonight.

His mouth finally sunk down upon your clit, sucking harshly and firmly, sending shockwaves rolling throughout your body. He flicked it gently with his tongue as your hips lifted to meet his mouth, your hands finding their way to his hair as you tugged against his curls, pushing his head further into your aching cunt.

“Dolce Nettare,” he purred, catching his breath before diving his tongue inside your dripping hole, his nose rubbing up against your clit. He fucked you with his tongue, bobbing his head as he pistoned it inside you over and over. You rode his face, desperate for his tongue to sink further into you, whimpering as your hips bucked involuntarily.

He grabbed your thigh in approval, giving it as squeeze as his tongue circled your most sensitive spots, his nose continuously bucking against your hardening bud. You moaned his name over and over, hanging onto it like a prayer as his mouth destroyed you from the inside out, leaving no mercy as he began to lick the special spot inside you that made you see stars in your vision.

You knew you weren’t going to last long, your inner walls clenching upon his tongue, your clit tingling from the sensitivity of the tip of his nose. He pistoned his tongue harder, deeper, desperate to make you cum, to feel your juices coat his face like an unholy baptism. His nose rammed into your clit, rubbing it at just the right angle as you mindlessly grinded into him, chasing your release.

He moaned into you, and the vibrations were enough to send you over the edge, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy, tugging his hair harshly as you engaged in a final thrust against his face. He opened his mouth wide against your cunt, sucking all the juices that flowed generously, his visage covered in your essence as you screamed his name so loud you were sure the whole damn floor could hear you.

Your breath became ragged as you came down from your high. Luigi licked you slowly, sensually tasting your essence with every lick between your folds, lapping up every last drop. You whimpered as he placed his lips gently against your clit, shuddering from the sensitivity.

He laughed, repositioning himself above you so he could stroke your cheeks and look you in the eyes. You met his gaze, softened but proud, as he brought his mouth to yours once more, tasting your essence on the edge of his lips.

“You and me, super freaks, here we are.” He took off his shirt in a swift motion, revealing his toned physique as you ran a hand down his chest, feeling his breath hitch at your mere touch. Your hands snaked down to his athletic shorts and underwear, pulling them both down to reveal his sprung erection. It was flushed pink, its’ veins pulsating, precum leaking generously from the tip. You were honestly taken aback by how beautiful your boyfriend looked, stark naked in front of you with his hardness on display before you, his chiseled abdomen toned against the soft glow of the fairy lights.

“You’re stunning,” you said, giggling up at him with a smile, “you look like a renaissance statue.”

A blushing smile crept onto his cheeks as he gently guided you to lie back down onto the bed. His lips found your neck once more, peppering kisses as you used your free hand to guide the tip of his cock against your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning your name against your neck as his tip leisurely stretched out your pussy. He bit down softly against your neck as he continued to thrust himself inside, letting you take him piece by piece as his hands wrapped around you in a tight embrace, like you were porcelain that would inevitably shatter if he let go of you.

“I love you,” he moaned into your ear as he sheathed himself completely inside you. You stared up at him and met his eyes, faltering under the weight of the emotional sensitivity of the moment. He looked at you like you were the only woman to ever exist in the entire world.

“I love you too,” you told him, and he slowly closed his eyes and drew his mouth to yours, his tongue proding its way past your lips in a sensual tango. You gently sucked on his tongue as it pressed into your mouth. He rested his hand on your abdomen, feeling the imprint of his cock beneath him. Your pussy adjusted to the sensation, your muscles instinctively relaxing around his cock, imprinting his shape within your walls.

He moaned into your mouth as he began to thrust, taking his time as his tongue shoved down your throat. You moaned at each sensation, your pussy clenching around his cock as it slowly maneuvered in and out of you. He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder within you. You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to grasp for the air you desperately needed as he continued to thrust inside of you, his cock twitching within your walls as he shifted himself in and out your aching pussy.

He grabbed your leg, angling it above his hips as he fucked harder into you, hitting you at an angle that felt just right, making your head spin with every thrust. You grabbed the back of his neck, watching his torso repeatedly rut against you as he groaned, his face scrunching up as he continued to wreck your body. You latched your legs around his waist, entrapping him as your nails scaled down his back, desperately chasing your own high.

“Oh God, Luigi!” You moaned, and he dug his teeth into the side of your neck, fucking you with abandon, chasing his own high at this point.

”Such a good- fuck- such a good fucking girl for me,” he rambled on, pounding you into oblivion, “going to make this pussy cum on my cock.”

A tightening sensation coursed throughout your body, your cunt gripping him like a vice as your orgasm impended upon you. Your nails dug further into his back, your mouth screaming his name over and over like a broken record as he propelled himself continuously against your g-spot.

You suddenly felt a rush pool within your cunt, as if you were holding back something liquid, your body a tightened bow string ready to snap at any moment. He thrusted as deep as he possibly could within you, groaning as he buried himself to the hilt inside you.

“Fuck Luigi!” You screamed out. Your body twitched and shaked uncontrollably, struggling to hold onto his back as your walls clenched around him. You felt a release from your uttermost core, your cunt gushing liquid onto his cock, coating him in a wet squirt of juices that ran down his thighs, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

His eyes widened in surprise as he realized what just happened, pulling out slowly to survey the evidence of your explosion. You felt embarrassed, your cheeks running hot as you realized you soaked the bed sheets with your juices.

His face, however, was furthest away from disappointment. He looked at you awestruck, his pupils widening as he ran his fingers slowly over the wet spot beneath you.

“You’re incredible,” he said, thrusting inside you deeply, “my amazing girl, going to paint this soaked pussy white with my cum.”

With a final thrust, he delivered, ejaculating inside you, hot streaks of cum painting your insides white. He groaned, throwing his head back, his arms tensing around you as he locked you tightly into his embrace.

You stayed like that with him for a moment, his head collapsing on your chest. He planted a gentle kiss against your temple as his arms pulled you further into him, his softening cock buried tightly within your center.

“Il mio splendido angelo,” he said, cradling you, playing with your hair. You kiss his forehead, the sweat making his curls glisten, sticking to the area. He looked so pretty flushed out like this, the afterglow radiating through his skin, giving him an angelic look as his eyes pooled into yours.

He shifted slightly, pulling out his cock from the depths of your cunt. You whine, sensitive at the stretch, the loss of contact. A mixture of his cum and your wetness began to leak out onto the already soaked bedsheets, dripping between your thighs. He watched the cum pool out of you intently, staring at you with a mixture of love and reignited lust.

“Such a pretty sight for me,” he acknowledged, “I’ll go get a towel… or two or three.”

Just as he promised, he came back with two towels, gently lifting your legs and placing one beneath you as his cum continued to leak down your thighs. He gently wiped your thighs with the other one, the warm fibers soothing against your sensitive skin.

“I can’t believe you squirted for me,” he said, looking like the bird who caught the canary.

You shrug. “The power of Mac Miller,” you say, and he collapsed beside you, laughing as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

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fayes-fics · 1 year ago

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Breathe (In The Air)

Pariring: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, 1970s AU

Summary: A night camping out under the stars

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, recreational drug use (cannabis), body hair used in foreplay, vaginal fingering, blow job, woman on top, unprotected vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.6k

Authors Note: Request fill for Anon (HERE) asking for a sequel to 1970s hippie Benedict, travelling around in his VW bus selling his artwork at music festivals. Sorry for the gif; there was nothing else that remotely fit. The original story is HERE. The title is a Pink Floyd song. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for the beta. I hope you enjoy Nonny. I do enjoy this AU ngl. <3

“What do you want from life?”

You loll your head to the side to observe his handsome profile as he stares towards the dome of vibrant stars above.

“I have no idea,” you confess, turning to look skywards again, moonlight glowing through the swirl of smoke you exhale, your fingers toying with the tassels of the soft cotton blanket you both lay upon.

“I want adventure…” he declares, rubbing a hand over his bare midriff absentmindedly.

“Hmmm, that sounds wonderful,” you admit, handing him back the joint, that languid feeling enrobing your mind as the THC kicks in.

It's a temperate summer night, and you are lying together naked, tinny strains of music from a portable radio as you camp in a wildflower meadow en route to the next festival. After a series of magical nights with Ben in his VW bus at the last one, you couldn't resist when he offered for you to continue the journey onwards together.

He takes a deep drag, the tip glowing like the campfire you are lying in front of, before placing it aside into a metal ashtray and rolling over so he hovers above you, warm skin upon yours.

“I am glad you are on this adventure with me,” he remarks with a lopsided grin, the captivating beauty of his face dancing in the firelight.

“Same.” you concur, reaching to touch the daisy chain buried in his halo of riotous curls, somehow the blooms looking more vibrant in the serene state you are slipping into.

His hand slides languorously down your body from your throat to your lower belly, mapping your fire-warmed skin before lacing his fingers into the downy hair at the apex of your thighs, stirring that nascent buzz between your legs.

“I think this beautiful garden needs some flowers,” he opines silkily, his fingers circling in the strands there, petting gently as his brow twitches into a tempting arch.

He leans over you and plucks a few forget-me-nots from the tall grass, carefully separating each bloom on your stomach. Then, delicately, he weaves each tiny flower into your small thatch of hair, a mild tickle as the stems brush over your skin, making you giggle quietly. He smiles softly, your eyes meeting, then both tracking down the plane of your body as he continues to work quietly, humming gently along to the music.

“There… perfect,” he pronounces proudly; a few moments later,

It does indeed look pretty: bright blue tiny flowers that contrast strikingly with your hair and skin.

“Even in this, you are an artist,” you quip blithely.

He smiles demurely through his lashes, shuffling lower and resting his head upon your diaphragm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns around your belly button, his breath puffing warm over your flesh. Allowing the jangle of electric guitar from the radio to fill your bones, your fingers run idly through his luscious locks as your mind floats like cotton in a breeze. The moment seems fleeting but everlasting all at once, profound but insignificant, being so small under the twinkling constellations above. It all coalesces into a sharp need to feel rooted in your body. So you draw your knees up and allow your legs to fall open—a blatant invitation. The apple of his cheek presses into your belly as he smirks knowingly without looking up at you, sensing your need without you needing to voice it, so in tune with your body and desires since the night you met.

“Every beautiful garden should have a sacred fountain…” he rumbles, fingertips spidering down again over the floral weave to tease your splayed inner thigh before sliding casually lower, parting your folds, exhaling roughly at the wet warmth he finds there.

You moan; the mellow cloud you float upon heightens the sensation rippling through your being as his fingers circle your clit, his warm lips suckling gently on your stomach as you writhe under his touch. His name is a sigh upon your lips, his movements unhurried but the perfect amount of pressure. He huffs sonorous praises into your belly as he forms a tighter circle over your swollen bud, moving faster now, your hands flying to the blanket, scrunching in your fists as your head rolls to one side, wanting to bite down upon something, the pleasure coursing through you amplified by your high.

Whimpering as he slides his fingers lower, two breaching your body, desire thick and viscous dripping upon him as he pushes further in your pussy. The sensation of his knuckles dragging over your walls makes you gasp and call out, your body arching up off the blanket, a heavy throb in your abandoned clit.

“Please, Ben…” you implore, greedy for more.

He shushes you and unfurls slightly, his fingers flexing inside you as he rearranges to press his whole body into your flank, his cock teasingly hard against your hip, using his free hand to haul one of your legs over his, pulled open to his attention now.

“Don't be impatient; we have all the time in the world,” he tuts sinfully, his lips hot on your throat, grazing the tip of his teeth lightly over your jugular.

Your protesting mewl is cut short by his fingers twisting inside you, a dragging sensation that makes your eyes roll and your whole abdomen clench.

“I could do this for hours,” he confesses silkily, his breath hot on your temple. “I love the look on your face when I do this…”

He curls his fingers, a probing sensation that makes you groan and your face contort, your mouth now hanging open. He chuckles triumphantly before twisting his wrist again and beginning a rocking motion, wringing a sound from your body that, before you met him, you may have been ashamed of, but he lauds every time. Him murmuring how proud he is that he can do this to you.

But it is not quite enough to push you to the edge as fast as you are craving, more of a slow swirling ascent that has you lighthearted and with laboured breathing, your abdomen rippling as all your muscles tense and release in waves, as if willing your orgasm closer, an itch in your brain you need to scratch. It has you pleading with him to take pity, go a little faster, rougher, anything…

“Syncopate, sweet girl…” he purrs, “listen to the music, breathe in the air, float away with the universe…”

Each word is a lyrical wave tumbling from his lips in a rhythm that matches the movement of his fingers inside you. So you relax back, savouring the multisensory journey, allowing the flow to take you rather than chasing immediate pleasure. Something morphing in your body as you do so, a serenity that is bone-deep, riding the gentle waves of pleasure that lap at your edges while his fingers dance lightly upon your g-spot.

“That’s it….” he rumbles approvingly, intuiting your surrender.

He slips down to enclose your areola in his hot, wet mouth, once again causing a spike of pleasure that has you clenching upon his fingers and canting up. A firm hand on your solar plexus pushes you back down with a chuckle that vibrates your nipple, now firm under his tongue. And so he continues the slow, wondrous torture, swapping to your other breast.

You swear you can feel every blade of grass under your shoulders through the soft cotton weave, the energy of every star above you in the sky coursing through his touch deep inside, every note of the song playing reverberating under your skin. A high, so delicate but earthy, as if everything is turned up to eleven on a dial, tangy and bright, like popping candy throughout your entire being.

It's then he swipes his thumb over your engorged clit; you could swear a supernova fires in your synapses, the sensation all at once too much, and with a few flicks, you are clawing at the blanket and his skin, biting your lip, circling that phenomenal bliss.

This time, he doesn't relent, his lips sucking your neck as with a cry that you are sure startles every animal burrowed in the surrounding fields; you are breaking. Almost febrile, your entire being flushing hot, every muscle tensing, your pussy grasping his fingers to the point he growls, driving his stiff cock into your hip, precum smearing over your skin. Still, it’s something you barely sense, your entire focus pinpointed on the sensations coursing through your body.

At last, you fall back, exhausted and panting, feeling his fingers slip slowly from your body with a gush of moisture that leaks across your bottom. You turn your head to look at him, mind awash, unable to form words. His responding smile is smug, crooked and sheer debauchery, his fingers still wet with your arousal, tracing soothing patterns over your ribs as you come down.

“May I return the favour…?” you croak finally.

Before you know it, he is rolling onto his back next to you, an expectant, joyous look upon his face, eyes tracking pointedly to his navel as do yours. His cock standing proud and leaking slightly—a mouthwateringly inviting sight.

He howls, and his whole body flexes as instead of taking him in hand, you dive low and bring his cock into your mouth, so rigid and searing. That tart taste is strong on your tongue as you suckle upon his head, allowing your tongue to press against his frenulum in a cresting wave. He groans staccato, his pelvis tilts, unable to resist the urge to push a little deeper, one hand landing heavy in your hair, twining some strands between his fingers, an anchor he needs as you begin to bob up and down sucking hard, your cheeks hollowing.

The wash of your high enhancing every second, as if in tune with his body—the micro spasms rippling across the plane of his washboard stomach, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the blunt scrape of his rounded fingernails over your scalp, the pulse of his vein on your lips as you slowly allow him to pass through the tight ring of your mouth, teasing him as much as he did you.

You chuckle as he huffs as you pull away and instead lick the length of his shaft with a questing tongue, your hands encircling his base and squeezing softly, enjoying the handful he provides, watching a bead of precum form that you lavishly lick up. He groans again, his head thrashing upon the blanket, the delicate fronds of daisy petals scattering like confetti into his chestnut waves as he does so, his lip flushing magenta where his incisor worries it.

It makes you sit up and stare down upon him wantonly, so utterly beautiful in his untamed arousal. His eyes fly open, glassy and pleading in the campfire glow, pouting fractionally at the lack of your mouth upon his cock, your hand still pumping him gently. Instead, you swing a leg over his and, without a moment of hesitation, sink onto him, inhaling shudderingly at the invasion, your pussy still inflamed from your recent orgasm.

The look of absolute pleasure and reverence that claims his handsome features feels burned into your retinas as his hands fly to your hips, pushing you down flush to his body, his pubic hair tickling your distended slippery clit, his tip rocking into your hilt in a way that makes your eyes roll.

“Don't move, not yet, just feel…” he counsels, his eyes closing, licking his lips and encouraging you, with the flex of his fingers, to rotate your pelvis, to feel him drag against all your walls.

And so you do, scratch your nails delicately down his abdominals as you stare out to the inky horizon where the navy sky meets the blackened outline of the hedgerows in the distance—again, letting the melodic song seep into your bones, feeling the heat from the dancing flames.

You lean back and arch your spine, placing your hands upon his kneecaps, his legs bending slightly to meet your grip. His hands roam upwards, over your belly and ribs, enclosing each of your breasts in his large grip, a beeline right to your core, already a live wire again, desire coursing in every fibre of your being.

Then in a deliberate slow drag, you rise slowly before dropping swiftly, revelling in the way his cock pushes you open. A groan from deep inside your being a match to his—throaty, low, wrecked. You begin to set a languid pace, riding him, gripping his knees behind you and staring at the stars above, feeling as if they surround you, tiny lanterns floating just beyond your reach.

“Look at me,” his call is soft, unfocused, imploring, and you tilt down, your breasts squashed into his palms as your eyes meet, something profound in the glimmer you find in the dilated blackness.

Sex has never been this unrestrained before now. Being with him is liberating, wild and luxuriant every time, be it under the influence or not. But tonight, somehow greater than the previous, an inherently verdant setting, alone in the wilds on a balmy night, away from the crowds always in your periphery at the music festival. A large part of you wanting this to be your new forever—naked and feral, entwined together for a blur of future days and nights. A want to live a primitive life of base urges, to feast and to fuck, to be at one with the land, the seasons and the bounteous simplicity of nature.

Time feels elastic as your thighs start to burn from the exertion. Still, you do not stop, not for a moment, too caught up in the tide slowly rising once more and sensing the same in him. A growing desperation in the way his fingers dig into your flesh, in the wild beating of the prominent vein in his neck, in the rise of his hips to meet yours, spearing up as you bear down so it feels like there will always be the imprint of him inside you.

He calls your name, the callus where he holds his paintbrush catching perfectly over your clit as his fingers quest between your legs, hooking you with unerring precision. Catapulting you fast towards a dizzying high again, his movements growing urgent, his jaw tight, so close to breaking. It is barely a moment before you snap again, stilling upon him as you scream with abandon, fluttering around his rigid cock. He groans loudly and, with a few final jerky spasms, comes hard, his toes curling over, his ropey thighs turning rock solid under your bottom as he fills you, a symphony of praise falling from his lips, some not even in English.

And then you are slumping on top of him, his smooth chest tacky under your cheek as you gulp for air, the rustle of the breeze through the nearby trees and the hiss and pop of the logs upon the campfire the only sounds now, the radio falling silent, likely needing new batteries. He slips from your body as you curl your hands around his biceps and snuggle upon him. His long, lean arms wrap around your torso, enveloping you within the large blanket you were lying upon and dropping a kiss upon your dewy brow.

“We can bathe tomorrow in the river,” he hums gently into your hairline.

You nod drowsily, the pull of sleep too beguiling to resist. And that is how you drift off, resting atop him, his heartbeat strong and steady under your ear, the burbling sounds of nature encircling you.

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lost-time19 · 2 years ago

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Apple juice💜

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the-teufort-nine · 5 months ago

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Ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it no worries. Can we do an reader x merc (particularly medic, sniper, engie, demo, spy, and maybe heavy) Where they find reader greening out (super pale/passing out) and the mercs have to “save” you? Establish relationship please! Super hurt/comfort! I need a pick me up after a bad bad sesh.

anon you're so real for this. The one and only time i tried weed i greened out so bad that it scared me off drugs 4 ever (don't do edibles in the woods kids!)

I hope this makes u feel a bit better. get plenty of rest & water <3

Mercs x GN!Reader | Too Much THC

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Hurt/Comfort | SFW | Cw: drugs, bad trip, thc overdose symptoms, vomiting ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Medic, Sniper, Engie, Demo, Spy, and Heavy

Scenario: When Respawn goes down for a routine bug check and maintenance, Reader decides to take advantage of the ceasefire to partake in some of Pyro's "special" brownies. However, things take a bad turn when the fire bug's edibles turn out to be too much for them to handle.

🕊️+Medic+🕊️

"Y/N? Taube, are you in here?"

The effort it took to pry your eyes open was truly Herculean, though you couldn't, for the life of you, remember when it was you'd actually closed them. Nausea made your vision swim, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't respond to your boyfriend's concerned voice. Words seemed beyond your capabilities, as was doing more than slowly blinking your eyes.

You were in the medbay, slouched down on the floor with your back pressed against a frigid metal cabinet. With great, great difficulty, you recalled that you'd stumbled in here when you began to realize that something was wrong, hoping to find Medic tending to his birds or riling up the living bread loaf he kept in a large jar, or whatever the hell it was he did on your rare days off. However, the medbay had been empty, and your legs had decided that they'd had enough of holding your weight.

"Y/N? Pyro told me you looked as though you vere going to be sick before you ran off, and zhat zey haven't been able to find you since. Please tell me you're in here, because ve searched the rest of ze base and I don't think I could handle you getting stuck inside ze walls again."

The tiled floor in front of you was starting to look like a choppy ocean, so you squeezed your eyes shut and knocked your head back against the cabinet behind you. It made a dull 'thud', and you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you.

Success had never felt so headache inducing.

"Ach! Mein liebling, are you okay?" Medic's voice was suddenly right next to you, and you jolted slightly, eyes opening in panic.

Your boyfriend was crouched next to you, an extended hand held aloft in the air as he waited for you to settle. When your breathing evened out once more, he gently wrapped and arm around you, frowning when he felt how cool you were to the touch. Even through your uniform, the doctor could feel that you were much colder than you should be, especially given the New Mexico heat that permeated throughout the rest of the base.

"I think I'm paralyzed." You responded, eyes moisiting as you leaned into the touch, "M' legs stopped working when I tried to find you."

"Y/N, I promise you're not paralyzed. You're simply having an adverse reaction to ze cannabis you ingested." Medic soothed, before slightly jabbing the back of one of your knees. You kicked out with a yelp, drawing a slight chuckle from him, "See?"

Unfortunately, you were feeling more than a little sensitive at the moment, and it only took a moment before tears filled your eyes.

"Don't laugh at me!" you warbled, lip wobbling a bit as you voiced your hurt feelings.

The look of amusement on Medic's face was wiped off the instant he saw your tears, and he quickly shifted into damage control mode.

"Scheiße! Please don't cry, taube, I'm not laughing at you!" he pulled you in closer, letting you rest your head against his chest as he shifted his hold on you, getting ready to pull you to your feet, "Come now, you vill be alright. Let's get you to your room so you can warm up and lie down, ja? I do believe Pyro intends to bring you one of zeir, ah, what's the word, weighted blankets?"

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and sniffed wetly, grateful that he'd changed into his casual clothes, because the smell of his usual work coat was far too 'hydrogen peroxide and blood' scented for you to handle right now.

"Will you stay with me?" you asked quietly, clinging to him as he helped you become vertical once more. "Please?"

Medic smiled and gently pet your hair, taking the brunt of your weight with little trouble as you staggered up onto your feet. "Of course. I vill stay with you until you feel better, and zhen I vill go kill Pyro for letting you run off by yourself in such a state."

"Mnh, no you can't kill Pyro. No Respawn, 'member?" you muttered into his chest, not wanting to pull away yet, lest the world turn into an optical illusion yet again.

"Ah, verdammt, must have slipped my mind." he tutted, voice tinged with false disappointment, "I suppose I vill simply have to settle vith cuddling you instead."

⎚-⎚⌖Sniper⌖⎚-⎚

"Roo?! Roo?! Bloody 'ell, I swear if you don't wake up, I'm gonna lose my damn mind!"

Consciousness was slow to return to you, but by God did it make sure you knew how much it didn't want to be here. The only indication that you were actually awake, aside from the sound of your boyfriend's panicked voice coming from somewhere above (behind? Christ, you couldn't tell at the moment) came in the form of a disgusting, semi-familiar taste in your mouth; the patented Dustbowl combo of sand and blood.

With a sputtering cough, you managed to pull your hands beneath your prone form and shoved yourself up enough to hack and spit the vile mix out. A shaky sigh of relief came from your boyfriend's direction, wherever that was, and suddenly there were hands patting your back, helping to clear your airways.

"Christ alive, Roo, you nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" Sniper barked, though his voice was filled more with relief than any form of anger, "What the fuck are ya doin' out here?"

"What?" you croaked groggily, rubbing at your aching head, which felt as though it had taken a direct hit from one of Scout's bats. Hadn't you just been on your way to your boyfriend's camper van? "Where'm I?"

"Middle'a the damn battlefield, Roo." Sniper frowned, "Yer right lucky I was nearby an' spotted ya. Dunno how long you've been out here for, but ya look right crook, luv."

You groaned and sat up fully, nearly toppling over as a rush of dizziness washed over you. Sniper was quick to catch you, plonking himself right down in the dust behind you as he drew you in closer, hugging you to his chest. He listened to you breathe for a moment, watching as your face scrunched up as you licked gritty sand out of your blood-stained teeth, the sight reassuring him that you were, in fact, alive. It looked as though you'd somehow managed to fall off one of the nearby bridges, judging by the amount of bruises that were starting to form on your face and arms.

"Fucking Pyro." you hissed, before spitting out another mouthful of blood and dirt, "That is the last time I trust them to make edibles, Jesus Christ."

"Strewth, ya' took one'a the fire bug's eddies?!" Sniper ran a hand through his hair, dislodging his hat slightly, "No wonder ya' fell ass over backwards, you must be greened as all hell! It's a bloody miracle ya' made it this far!"

The australian slid one arm beneath your knees as he adjusted his hold, grunting as he wobbled to his feet. He was hardly the strongest mercenary on your team, but you didn't survive out in the Outback for most of your life, and then survive traveling around with 9 other lunatics to fight and die and fight again in an endless gravel war, without picking up some muscle.

"Right, let's get ya' to Medic. I'm willin' ta bet ya' broke somethin', givin' your right shit luck, darl." Sniper said, eyes flicking over your battered body. While he couldn't see any obvious signs of serious injury, it was obvious that you were in pain. "She'll be alright, Roo. The Doc'll fix ya' up, then you can rest up in the van. Sound good?"

You let out a weak approximation of an agreement, not feeling well enough to form a proper response. Instead, you tucked your face into your boyfriend's neck, smiling slightly when you felt his stubble scratch against your cheek. The scent of coffee and gun oil filled your senses as Sniper started off towards the medbay, and it gave you something to focus on other than the pain that radiated throughout your entire body.

The next time you wanted to get high, you'd just smoke with Sniper. It would be a hell of a lot less painful and embarassing.

🧰🔧Engineer🔧🧰

You were having a heart attack.

Your nails dug into the skin nearest your heart as you fought to calm the erratic organ, your breaths coming in rapid, pained pants. Cold sweat dripped down your neck as you panicked silently, unable to find your voice to call for help, to scream, to do anything. If you could just speak, then perhaps you could get Pyro's attention. The masked mercenary was lounging on their bed only a few feet away, their head tilted back as they gazed up towards the painting of a rainbow unicorn on their ceiling, nodding along slightly to the record the two of you had put on earlier.

The mega baboon heart in your chest, though incredibly useful in battle, was now working against you, the increased rapid blood flow causing you to feel lightheaded. If you didn't do something fast, you were going to pass out.

Taking the deepest breath you could, you attempted to call out to Pyro. Unfortunately, all you managed was a near-silent rasp, the attempt taking more out of you than you'd anticipated. You blinked, and suddenly you were on the ground, Pyro frantically mumbling in front of you. It was harder than usual to pick out their words, especially with how rapidly they were speaking, but you managed to glean that they were frightened by your collapse, and that they were going to go and find your boyfriend.

As quick as a wildfire during the dry season, Pyro left your field of view, throwing open the door to their room and running out. The slam of the door hitting the wall made you flinch, and made you very aware of the fact that you still weren't breathing right.

The panic that had left when you fell unconscious returned full force, and you writhed on the floor as a stabbing sensation radiated out from within your chest. No matter what you did, or how you positioned yourself, the pain would not relent, and your vision began to blur.

"Y/N!"

A southern-tinged voice broke through your panic, and suddenly there was a muscular arm supporting your back, tilting you up slightly. A warm, calloused hand gently rubbed your chest, applying a light pressure.

"Easy now darlin', ah got'cha." Engineer soothed, his own rapid breathing starting to level out. When Pyro had burst into his room in a frenzied panic, yelling about his partner suddenly passing out, he'd run out of there like the Devil himself had been nipping at his heels.

The gentle pressure and familiar voice of your beloved southern boyfriend slowly brought you out of your fear-induced panting. You blinked up at Engineer, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. A gloved hand gently wiped them away.

"There we go, sweetheart. Try'n match my breathin'." he murmured, continuing to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "That's it. You're doin' so good, darlin'."

You finally managed to take a deep breath, sighing in relief when the pain in your chest began to wane.

"Thank you, Engie." you said softly, leaning into your boyfriend's arm. Engineer smiled, and with his goggles pushed up as they were, you could see his eyes crinkle as his mouth turned upwards.

"It was no trouble, doll. I'm just glad you're alright." he said, gently pressing your foreheads together, "Y'gave me 'n Py a helluva fright. I think they just about burst into tears."

"Oh no." you said sadly, managing to sit yourself up as the topic of your conversation finally made it back to the room. Pyro warbled out an apology in between exhausted pants, the arsonist clearly wiped out from the 'fuck off amounts of weed in their system/dead sprinting to Engie's room and back' combo. "Ro-ro, it's okay! We'll just lower the dose next time, yeah?"

Engineer merely shook his head with a laugh as Pyro wheezed against the doorframe, a shaky thumbs up being your only response.

🍾🗡️Demo🗡️🍾

+ Soldier is here too. He's not your boyfriend, but he is boyfriend adjacent most of the time.

Oh dear God, why did no one warn you about the dangers of mixing weed with alcohol?!

"Aye, there ya' go, mo luaidh, just get it allll out." Demo comforted, rubbing your back while sharing a sympathetic look with Soldier.

The two men had invited you to come and drink with them after they had found you lounging on one of the common room couches, and although you were already feeling quite buzzed after hanging out with Pyro, you weren't one to turn down the opportunity to spend time with your two favourite boys.

Unfortunately, the liquor in your stomach had decided to start a war with the edibles already stationed there, and neither of them were being very kind as they knocked you on your ass with the shakes and forced you to upchuck your lunch into the nearest bucket.

"Demo, I think 'm dying." you groaned, before sticking your head back into the bucket, a wave of uncontrollable shivers wracking your body, "Tell Medic he can't experiment on my body, okay?"

Suddenly, you pitched forward, and it was only Soldier's quick reflexes and Demo's hand suddenly snagging the back of your shirt that kept you from face planting into your own vomit.

"Fuck off, yer not dyin'." your boyfriend insisted, though you could, through the sudden wave of dizziness that had assaulted you, hear the worry in his voice, "Ye just had a wee bit too much to drink, that's all."

"Weed's not helpn'." you managed to bite out, before vomiting once again.

"Yer high?! Christ, ah' bloody knew there was somthin' off about'cha!" Demo groaned, smacking his free hand onto his face. Beside him, Soldier grimaced.

"Son, take it from me, it's gonna get worse before it gets better. You WILL feel as though you are in the trenches, but we will help you!" he shouted, before remembering that loud sounds were probably the last thing you needed at the moment, "I could try contacting Merasmus? He made me some kind of wizard voodoo potion that helped me feel better the last time I was higher than an eagle."

"No." was the firm reply from both you and Demo. The last thing you wanted was Merasmus dicking around with his magic while you were greening out.

Another round of shivers ripped through you, making the bucket rattle in your grip as you fought to keep yourself upright. Soldier tucked his arm around your midsection as Demo resumed his back rubs. Their presence grounded you, and you smiled weakly, though neither could see it, since you were still face down in the bucket.

"Thanks, guys." you said, wincing as your stomach turned and your vision swam.

"Do ye want to try an' move to the couch, love?" Demo asked.

"Nah, I think I'd just end up down here again if I tried to stand up." you replied, "Will- will you two stay, though? I know you probably have better things to do, but..."

"Negatory, private! I have never left a man behind, and I will not start now!" Soldier stated, and Demo nodded in agreement.

"Solly's right, a thasgaidh, we're stayin' right here 'till yer all better."

🚬🔪Spy🔪🚬

There was someone in the base.

Now, usually that would be a given; you lived with nine other mercenaries, after all, but this was different. Your teammates were supposed to be out, taking advantage of the ceasefire to get some much needed shopping done. Even your boyfriend, Spy, who usually never accompanied the others, had gone along this time, citing a need to pick up a few things at the local post office. You had decided to stay, since you had been waiting for Pyro's 'special' brownie to kick in, and hadn't wanted to deal with the bustle of Tuefort while you were high.

Now, though, as you stood with your back against the corner of one of the hallways that led to the intel room, your trusty melee weapon clutched in your hands, you were sorely regretting your decision.

You swore you'd seen something moving around the base, always just out of sight. It had sent a thrill of fear through you and put you on high alert. Respawn was down; what if the other team had decided to risk a surprise attack? Take care of one of their enemies permanently? You were all alone, inebriated, with only a close range weapon to defend yourself. Easy pickings.

Swallowing hard, you let your gaze snap back and forth, a snarl pulling at your lips when you saw the air flicker slightly, just for a moment, at the edge of your vision. You whipped around, eyes wide and searching, your ears straining to pick up any possible sounds.

"Y/N?"

A scream tore itself from your lips, and you jerked your weapon up to a defensive position as you turned once more, this time to see-

"Spy?!"

Your boyfriend stood only a few feet away from you, hands raised defensively. You blinked, before shakily lowering your weapon, relief flooding you, "Oh, thank God its just you."

"Were you expecting someone else, mon amour?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N- no I just-" you ran a hand through your hair, still feeling a faint prickle of unease dance across the back of your neck, "I kept thinking I was seeing someone moving around the base. I- I think maybe Pyro messed up the dose in their brownies, because I am freaking out."

Spy made a soft sound of concern, and stepped closer, extending a hand to rest on your cheek. You smiled at your lover, but something still felt... off.

'Jesus, I must be greening out bad.' You thought to yourself, leaning into Spy's touch.

"I'm sorry to hear that, mon bijou. Would you like to retire to my quarters? Or, if you'd like, I can bring you to yours?" Spy offered sweetly.

"Yeah, that'd be-" you started, before his words suddenly caught up to you, the weed in your system making you a bit slower to react, "I'm sorry, honey, what did you call me?"

"Mon bijou. A fitting name for someone as beautiful as you."

My jewel. The one name Spy didn't like to call you. He'd never given you the full story, just saying that it was a nickname he associated with an unsavoury character from his past.

This was not your boyfriend.

Swallowing the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, you gave the enemy Spy your best smile. "Aw, you flatter me, darling. Do you mind leading the way? I'm a bit out of it right now."

"But of course." he replied, turning to walk down the hall, fully expecting you to follow him.

The second you were sure he had turned fully, you swung, your melee weapon catching him in the side. The wet shhhhck! of metal cutting through flesh was promptly overtaken by the man's cry of pain and shock. As he crumpled to the floor, his disguise melted away, revealing the colour of your enemy team.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" You screamed, arms raised as you gripped your bloodstained weapon tighter. Your breathing picked up as your adrenaline kicked in, your whole body seeming to buzz.

The enemy Spy hissed in pain, his hand instinctively going for his knife, before you swung your weapon down again, barely missing the appendage. Had you not been higher than the moon, the masked man would have been short a hand. Realising he was in a losing battle, and a potentially permanent one at that, your enemy scrambled up and became cloaked once again, racing back down the hall and, presumably, out of your base, leaving a trail of blood splatters as he ran.

With the danger gone, you dropped, shivering and shaking so badly that your weapon rattled loudly against the ground. Your breaths came in shallow, wheezing gasps, and you had to fight to keep your lunch from coming back up. Not knowing what else to do, you curled up in a defensive ball, pressing your swimming head into your knees.

"Y/N! Merde, merde, merde! Y/N! Where are you?!"

You jerked back to awareness, sucking in a breath through your teeth, jaw aching with how long you'd been clenching it. The base was alive once again, though the familiar sounds of chaos seeming much more frantic than usual.

How long had you been dissociating for? Christ, you were lucky that enemy Spy hadn't come back to finish you off.

The sound of rapid footsteps reignited your panic, and you squeezed the handle of your weapon. Had the rest of the enemy team come to finish you off? It sounded like your team was the ones here this time, but how could you be sure? You'd been right last time, after all.

Suddenly, Spy, your Spy, rounded a corner, looking uncharacteristically frazzled. When he spotted you, you could see the relief on his face, plain as day.

No, no you couldn't trust him. What if this was another trick?

"Y/N! Oh, ma moitié, you're okay, thank God. We saw ze blood and-"

"Get back!"

Spy paused, clearly caught off guard by your aggression. Wobbling to your feet, you glared at the man before you, putting all your effort into staying upright. You wouldn't be fooled twice.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes flicked over him, searching for any obvious tells. When none presented themselves, you cautiously stepped forward, weapon extended. Spy eyed you warily, but didn't make any sudden moves. It wasn't hard to piece together that something had happened while they had been gone, and if this was what his partner needed to feel safe, then he would allow it.

Once you were close enough, you roughly tapped the blunt part of your weapon against where you knew you had struck the enemy Spy, watching for any indication of pain. Spy continued to look at you with concern, but the colour of his suit and mask didn't change. This really was your Spy.

A relieved sob tore itself from your throat, and you all but fell into your partner's waiting arms. Spy wrapped his arms around you in an instant, only wincing a little bit as you cried into his suit. This one was less expensive that his usual work wear, and he could excuse it getting a little wet if it was in service of your comfort.

"What happened, mon rayon de soleil? Who has frightened you so?" he questioned, wondering who exactly it was he needed to kill. You didn't scare easy, but considering when he'd left you'd just recently had an edible... well, he wasn't exactly surprised that you were emotional than usual.

You just cried harder, unable to wrangle your emotions. Everything was just too much, and you justed wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and teammates.

As if reading your thoughts, Spy gently maneuvered you so that you could lean on him and walk down the bloodied hall, "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, petit tigre. You don't have to speak now. Let us get back and let ze others know you're okay before zey tear ze base down looking for you."

You nodded weakly, and this time, you let the man lead you down the hall.

✊🥪Heavy🥪✊

"This was poor choice, yes?"

You squinted at your boyfriend, trying your best to look ticked off from your place beneath a mountain of blankets. You were already suffering, did he have to rub it in?

Now, to be fair, you did make a poor choice recently. That poor choice being the decision to eat three of Pyro's weed brownies. At the time, it had seemed like a good choice. What better way to spend a lazy ceasefire day than by getting high with your buddy? Well, things had quickly gone sideways when you realized that Pyro had no idea of how much was too much when it came to THC, and thus the two of you were now high as balls and greening out hard.

"Yes." you muttered, snuggling down deeper in your blanket nest as you continued to hold Heavy's hand. You'd been holding onto it for the past half hour, having asked the giant to hold your hand when you'd started to get scared, only to grip his hand like you were making a business deal.

"Hmm, good. Heavy does not think лапушечка will make the same mistake again." your boyfriend mused. "Would you like snack?"

"I do," you started, squinting harder as you tried to sit up, "but I can't move. My bones are soup."

"Do not worry. Heavy will fix."

Suddenly, you were being picked up by the back of your shirt, not unlike a kitten. Heavy sat you on his lap, letting you rest against his broad chest. He produced a bag of pretzels, and your eyes locked onto the salty snack, your stomach growling. You attempted to lift your arms, but your limbs had decided to go on strike.

Seeing your struggle, your boyfriend took pity on you. Heavy fished out a few of the pretzels and placed them in your mouth. Processed grain and salt had never tasted so damn delicious.

"I love you." you sighed, leaning against Heavy as much as you could. Nothing said true love like feeding your partner when they were hungry, in your opinion.

"Я тоже тебя люблю."

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ellieslefttit · 6 months ago

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SLEEPOVER PART 2!!!

warnings: a tinny bit of smut😊 (lets thank ala for helping me write this cuz i dont write smut but if yall want more ill try to write more), smoking, making out, shirtless ellie, half naked reader, ellie x femm!reader, my grammar🫶🏼

a.n.: if you see mistakes in my english…. no you didnt. i had this ready yesterday anx i was about to post but this whole coloring deleted and i just gave up so im posting this today😊🫶🏼 im gonna make this a series PROBABLY

(ellie - 💙, reader - 🩷) “you okay?” ellie breathed out. “yeah” you mumbled and cupped her cheek. your nerd leaned into your touch and closed her eyes. “tired?” you asked sweetly. “no… just enjoying you” her hand went up to your upper thigh. “yeah?” you looked down at her hand and back at her. your hand met her sports bra. “hm?” ellie opened her eyes “nothing… just enjoying you” you mocked her “okay, thats it.” ellie hid your vape in her sports bra. “elsss…” you whined. “thats what you get for teasing and mocking me!” ellie exclaimed. you and ellie never really got intimate. you never saw her naked. she never saw you witgout clothes too. the THC was getting into your head and you became a bit bolder. your hand tugged onto her sports bra and when she didnt push you away you decided to pull it up. when you completely took it off your eyes fell on her bare chest. she was perfect. her small but perky tits made you wet just by looking at them. ellies first instinct was to cover up but before she could do it you grabbed her hands and kissed her. your hands went down to massage her chest and the moans falling from her lips into yours were driving you wild. you kissed down her neck. your lips stopped at her nipples. “this okay baby?” you asked. ellie gave you an eager nod and you slowly continued your work. small love bites covered her chest. her strong hands gripped your shirt and she tugged on it. as you pulled away you spotted that she was completely red and she looked like she was about to pass out “omg are you okay?” you asked concerned. “yeah just… you are so hot and you make me all hot …” she breathed out. you let out a chuckle and massage her cheek. “relax baby… i can open a window if you want” ellie just nodded. you hopped off her lap and went to open the window. cold, autumn wind fell into the room. ellies red cheeks were starting to fade. you laid down next to her, your head on her chest and your arm wrapped around her waist. “els?” you checked up on her. she looked down “yeah, pretty thing?” “i love you… you are so perfect for me…” you mumbled and kissed her bare chest. it was moments like this that made ellie glad that she went to school that one day and decided to talk to you. its moments like this when she has you in her arms all safe and healthy. its moments like this that she just appreciates you… even tho she likes to be alone, sometimes she likes to be alone with you. “do… you want to continue… this?” you asked unsure. “nahh we can take a nap and finish this at night… we can even get high and do it… we can always do it another time… we dont have to do this today…” you nodded “you are right… i still love you… even if we never do it… im with you for you not for…. you know” you two grew up with pretty strict rules about sex and being gay. you had catholic parents and ellie was always bullied about being gay. “i love you pretty thing…” ellie mumbled and rubbed your back. “yeahhh… i love you… and shimmer… and your hands” ellie raised her eyebrow “yeah? what about my hands?” “dont start something you cant finish” you teased. “i always finish what i start” ellie rolled her eyes playfully “we just stopped cuz you were overheating because of a half naked girl on your lap.” then you got hit with a pillow and laughter filled the room “i did not!!” ellie was offended “yes you did!” you chuckled. “i still love you… my overheating baby…” you took a puff “addicted hoe” ellie rolled her eyes and pulled you into a kiss. ohhh you were so in love with her. tag list: @abandonedstars1 @hellothisiskitty13 @snowy-vee @mellifluousgirll

#ellie the last of us #ellie willams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #fanfic #lesbians #the last of us #ellie williams smut #fluff ellie williams #i hate smut

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winterrrnight · 1 year ago

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writing more on this at 12.42 am at night cause I am really in my feels and I need this so bad… <3 listen to redbone by childish gambino at 3.47, trust me <3 cw: smoking weed, suggestive content (no actual smut, just a lot of intimacy), intentional use of lower case <3 for @congratsloserr <3 (ily bb 🌷) <3 pictures are just for reference and to help you imagine what I have in mind!

part of this little universe <3

you don’t remember how it happened.

your best friend rafe came over like all the other times he comes over at your place. you sit next to each other in your bed as you play music, just like all the other times. you both share a joint, just like all the other times.

but this time, there’s something different in the air. maybe it’s the new cologne he’s started wearing which is taking a toll over your brain, or maybe it’s the white t-shirt showing off his formed biceps, or maybe it’s the dim, pink lighting of the led lights you just installed; but whatever it is, here you are, sitting in his lap with your legs on either side of his waist, your face nuzzled in his neck, and the sensual instrumentals of redbone are filling the background.

if anything, it’s only elevating the moment more and more. the joint hangs limply in between rafe’s lips as his head remains tilted to the other side, his eyes closed as your lips press soft, saccharine kisses to his heated skin, your hands holding his face. his eyes remain closed, the current moment heightened not only from your deeply intimate touch, but from the thc hazing his and your mind.

his hands remain firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your t-shirt up just a bit so he can feel that soft skin under his touch. deep exhales leave his nose, the pungent, skunky odor of weed surrounding you both in its cloud as you remain wrapped up in the moment.

his fingers press into your skin and a sigh escapes him as he feels your lips slowly travel to his throat, his head leaning back against the headboard to grant you as much skin as he can. your lips trail up and up, finding his chiseled jawline as you press kisses along the strong bone, making your way up to his cheek, and then finally his lips.

you hover over his lips for a second, gently tracing his bottom lip with your thumb and he looks at you through his lashes, your gentle touch being just about the best thing at the moment as the thc creeps more and more into his brain.

you slot the joint in his lips between your index and middle finger and slowly slide it out of his mouth, before letting your own lips wrap around the end. you take a deep, long drag and flutter your eyes shut as you throw your head back, letting the smoke roll off your lips.

rafe watches you, so entranced by every movement of yours, and the melody of redbone only makes him crave more and more. you bring your head back to his level, meeting your own dreamy gaze with his as you pull the joint out of your mouth, and lean in closer to him.

there is merely a few inches of distance between you two, and he knows he can’t control himself anymore; causing him to push his lips against yours. you adjust yourself in his lap so you’re even closer to him, your fingers gently circling his shoulders through his t-shirt as your lips slowly move against his, the taste of the mint lip balm he always uses along with the weed spilling onto your own tongue, sending you in a high beyond euphoric than the one provided by a simple blunt.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, my writing is really a social experiment lately as I’m trying out different things, so any sorts of feedback is really highly appreciated!! <3

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bettercallwillow · 2 years ago

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LATE NIGHT SMOKE

pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

summary: while your parents are asleep, you sneak out into the garden to have a smoke. little do you know, your dad's best friend joel is staying the night.

warnings: pre!outbreak, smut, weed, dom!joel, dbf!joel, rough sex, p in v, fingering, degrading (slut, whore), sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie

note: im BAAACK, i know i say that after every fic but im fr this time i promise. anyway, here's a joel fic because i have loved pedro for so fkin long and him as joel is just perfect

You smiled to yourself when you finally heard your parents' footsteps climbing up the stairs and heading towards their bedroom. It felt like you'd been waiting years to go into the garden and spark up a joint.

Being as quiet as you could, you climbed out of bed and grabbed your dressing gown, wrapping it around you since it was a cold night and you were only wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were smart enough to preroll a joint, the tapping of your metal grinder would have probably alerted your parents.

After double checking you had a lighter in your pocket, you slowly opened your bedroom door and made your way downstairs, being as silent as possible. Once you had finally made it to the kitchen, you slipped on a pair of slippers you had near the back door and entered the garden.

The night sky was beautiful. It was clear, stars speckled the darkness like freckles and the moon shone bright. The air was crisp and cold, you were thankful you'd decided to bring your dressing gown. After sitting down on the wicker patio furniture, you placed the joint between your lips and lit the end, breathing back the smoke and fluttering your eyes closed as a calm feeling washed over you.

"You shouldn't be smoking that," a voice from the back door startled you, making your heart race as you whipped your head towards the voice. Your dad's best friend, Joel, was leant against the door, his arms crossed and a smirk playing at his lips, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you,"

"I didn't realise you were staying the night," you spoke, your heart rate settling when you realised it wasn't some crazed murderer, "Don't tell my dad about the joint,"

Joel laughed, "Don't worry, we were all your age once,"

You smiled and motioned your head towards the seat next to you, "Care to join?" you took another hit of your joint, "Since your up anyway,"

"Might as well," he shrugged, stepping out from the doorway and taking a seat next to you, "Do you mind if i have some?"

You nodded, putting the joint between your lips and taking another drag before passing it to him. You couldn't help but watch as Joel smoked it, your cheeks heating up as he blew the smoke out. As wrong as it was, you had always had somewhat of a crush on Joel, but could anybody blame you?

Saying Joel was handsome was an understatement, the man was plain drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his rugged, working-man look that made you so fucking turned on every time you saw him.

"You see something you like?"

Fuck, he had caught you staring. Heat rose to your cheeks and you stammered, "I- uh, sorry-"

"It's alright, darling, nobody here but us," he took another hit of the joint, "No need to act so shy,"

He passed the joint back to you so you chose to smoke instead of answering, making Joel raise an eyebrow, "It's rude to ignore somebody, y'know,"

You don't know what came over you, maybe it was the THC in your system, but you turned to look at him, "Maybe I do see something I like, what would you do?"

Joel let out a soft chuckle and shook his head slightly, "What would you want me to do, sweetheart?"

Heat rushed down to your core and you squoze your thighs together, taking another drag before leaning towards him. You mustered up every inch of courage before whispering, "This," and crashing your lips against his.

Joel immediately kissed back, he tastes of cigarettes and whiskey with a bit of weed and you couldn't get enough of it. Whimpering into the kiss, you deepened it, placing the joint on the patio table before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Fuck, darling," Joel broke the kiss for a second, "You're gonna drive me crazy if you make noises like that,"

"What if that's what I want?" you chuckled before kissing him again, this time shifting so you were sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, letting you feel his hard bulge against your clothed cunt.

Slowly, he moved one arm from around you and started to snake it up your thigh, the feeling of his calloused fingers against your bare skin making you even wetter. When his hand was centimeters away from your core, he stopped, pulling away from the kiss so he could speak, "Can I?"

"Please.." you whispered, giving Joel the go ahead to dip his fingers into your shorts. As soon as he made contact with your dripping cunt, you let out a soft moan, making sure to stay quiet as to not alert your parents.

"No panties?" he raised an eyebrow and moved the tip of one finger to rub at your clit slowly, "And you're already fucking soaked, such a slut for me aren't you?"

You bit you lip and nodded, your hands falling from around his neck and moving to grab at his shirt, "Y-yes,"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir, such a slut for you," you whined, rutting your hips against his hand slowly.

"Atta girl," Joel grunted as he moved his hand down to slip two fingers inside you without warning, making you let out a loud gasp-like moan, "Fuck, Joel.."

"Gotta stay quiet, darling, I know it feels good but your parents are inside," he reminded you, his thumb planted on your clit. Biting your lip again, you nodded, screwing your eyes shut as Joel began to curl his fingers inside you.

"Look at you," he chuckled as he set a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing at your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, "Little whore, letting her dad's best friend finger her while he's asleep upstairs,"

You tried your best to stay quiet but Joel's filthy words alongside the heavenly feeling of his hand were just too much. You moaned loudly once again and Joel rolled his eyes, "So fucking dumb, stay quiet," he spoke through gritted teeth, "What would your mom and dad say if they caught us, hm?"

"It feels too good, sir," you whined, your hips rocking in time with him. A familiar heat began to bubble in your abdomen and you knew you were approaching your orgasm, "I-I'm close," you moaned as quietly as you could, your head falling against his shoulder, "Please, can I?"

Joel's pace got impossibly faster and you cried out, thankful the fabric of his shirt was able to muffle you. "Go ahead, princess, let me see you fall apart on my fingers,"

The older man was smart enough to cover your mouth with his hand as you came undone around him, a whoreish moan rolling off your tongue as your hips bucked uncontrollably, "Sir!" you cried out into his palm.

Sloshing sounds could be heard as he worked you through your orgasm, making you blush. "Good girl, fuck," Joel groaned as your release coated his hand, "Can you hear the fucking mess you've made, gonna have to throw these jeans out,"

He pulled his hand away and you looked down, blushing hard when you saw the wet patch on his blue jeans, "Sorry," you mumbled, slightly out of breath from your orgasm. Joel chuckled, placing a kiss just below your ear, "It's alright, you're gonna make it up to me, aren't you?"

You nodded eagerly, a quiet whimper leaving your mouth as he rocked his hips up. Not wasting any time, Joel grabbed your hips and lifted you off him, placing you on the seat before standing up, "You gonna be a good slut and let me fuck that tight little pussy, hm?"

Nodding once again, you wrapped your fingers around the hem of your shorts and pulled them down as he worked on his belt; feeling yourself somehow get wetter as you watched him pull down his pants to mid-thigh, giving himself just enough room to free his leaking cock, "Words, darling,"

"Yeah, gonna let you fuck me so hard, sir," your eyes widened when you saw how big his dick truly was. Joel had always radiated big dick energy, but this was insane. You were slightly worried that it wouldn't fit.

"You sure you can fit?" you gulped, your eyes flicking from his length to his eyes. Joel smirked, placing a hand on your knee and spreading your legs wide for him, "I'll make it fit, don't worry your pretty little head about it,"

A shaky breath rolled off your lips as he placed himself between your thighs, the tip of his cock resting on your clit, “So wet for your dad’s best friend,” Joel chuckled, moving slightly so his cock moved down to prod at your entrance, “What would he say if he saw us right now, hm?”

You looked down and shook your head, trying not the think about it. Another soft chuckle was heard from Joel before he placed a hand on your chin and forced you to look up at him, “He probably thinks your so innocent, he’s absolutely fucking clueless about the fact you’re a dirty slut for older men,”

“Joel..” you whined, wiggling your hips as you began to grow inpatient, “Please just fuck me already,”

“As you wish, princess,” The older man smirked and slowly began to sheath himself inside you, the slight burn of the stretch making you gasp and throw your head back. Joel grunted as your pussy sucked him in, the feeling of your tight walls against his cock just heavenly.

“Fuck, baby..” He breathed as he bottomed out, “This pussy is just perfect, can’t believe I waited this long to claim it,”

“So big,” you moaned softly, your hands flying up to tangle in his brown locks and pull you both closer together, “Wanted this for so long, sir,”

Joel placed one hand on your hip to help you wrap a leg around his waist and the other on the side of your face; his palm resting against your cheek and his thumb just under your pouting bottom lip, “You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock, babygirl,”

“Please move,” you spoke, your cheeks and chest flushed, “Don’t be gentle, fuck me with everything you’ve got,”

“You’re gonna regret saying that,” Joel smirked cockily before pulling out and slamming his hips forward, making you gasp and throw your head back.

Joel forced your head back so you could look at him, his thumb now pushing past your lips and into your mouth, “Eyes on me, I wanna see your face while I fuck you dumb,”

As you began to suck hungrily on his thumb, Joel set a brutal pace with his hips, angled perfectly so the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“F-fuck, so fucking good,” you mewled around his thumb, arching your back and grinding your hips slightly against his, the coarse patch of hair on his pubic bone stimulating your neglected clit perfectly.

“Look at you,” he cooed, moving his hand so it was wrapped around your neck, “Taking my cock so well like a good little slut,”

The name went straight to your cunt, a feeing starting to bubble in your lower belly, “Sir, I-I’m close,” you managed to say quietly, speaking being quite hard due to the hand wrapped around your throat.

“G’won, baby,” Joel groaned as he felt his own release begin to build up, “Cum for me like the little fucking whore you are,”

As soon as he moved the hand that was holding your waist and started to rub soft but fast circles on your clit, you saw white, a whoreish moan rolling off your tongue as you came hard around his cock.

“Gonna fill you up, fuck- have it dripping out of you and running down your legs,” Joel cried out as he felt your cunt squeeze him, his thrusts beginning to get sloppy as he approached his high, “Everyone’s gonna know who this fucking pussy belongs to,”

As soon as he finished speaking, Joel thrust his hips forward roughly, burying his entire length inside you as he came with a loud moan. You hummed in content as you felt his load full you up, “Fuck..”

Moving his hand from around your throat, Joel stroked your cheek softly before pulling out, a whimper leaving your lips from the loss of feeling full. You both looked down, a blush forming on your cheeks when you saw his cum dripping out of you.

“You better be on the pill,” Joel chuckled, running a hand up your thigh, “Or we’ll be in real trouble,”

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