#lmao can it just be like when he realized i was smoking weed? sitting in the car like 'so...you smoke?' 'ya.' 'k just dont do anything dumb'

[purbiworl]

Wait, has dad been they/them-ing me beyond just that once???

[toxicanonymity]

Best friends dad Joel x innocent reader

Reader is sleeping over at her best friends house. Best friend ditches her for a party/bf which leaves her alone with Joel. Joel makes fun of her innocence and pressures her into drinking/having sex with him

Night Talks

2.8k words / best friend's dad!Joel x innocent!f!reader

NSFW 18+ / joel master list

gif from @serenaxpedroo , ask from @subby-bottom

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ big girthy legal age gap, it's 2008 so 41-19 lmao, first time marijuana use, light drinking, pressure, dubious consent, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, depraved praise. reader can sit in joel's lap. haphazard editing.

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"I know your parents are strict as hell, but you’re an adult." 

You feel uncool enough without Mr. Miller acting like you're such a square.  He takes “Cool Dad”  to the extreme.  Yeah, you're an adult, but you don't really party and you didn't feel like going. Yeah, your parents are strict. That's why you regret going to a commuter college. It's also why you didn't go home when Sarah left.  You didn't realize her hot dad was awake when you came down in your skimpy pajamas to get a drink of water.  Now your eyes are drifting to his biceps as you have this weird talk in the kitchen. But if you're looking at his biceps, at least you're not looking at his PJ pants. 

You feel defensive even though everything he's saying is true.  "I just don't like to party," you say. "Plus, they smoke weed."

He squints at you judgmentally.  "So? . . . What, you’ve never tried it?" 

You're not sure how to respond to that.  Mr. Miller is older and hot.  His judgment carries a lot of weight because of it.  You've seen him after a construction job before, sweating, arms bulging.  

"Damn, you're brainwashed as hell. . . ." He looks like he feels sorry for you.  "C'mon, let's have a beer. I've at least seen you with one of those before." It's flattering that he would notice, even though you probably didn’t finish it.

"I should probably go home"

He rolls his eyes and tilts his head as though to say "really?” Then he gets two beers out of the fridge and starts to open them.  “Let’s skip to the part where you take a sip and relax."

"Mr. Mill-"

"Oh. . ." he waves his hand dismissively. "Mr. Miller sounds creepy.  You can just call me daddy."  Your heart jumps to your throat.  Mr. Miller is creepy. 

Then he laughs. "Damn, the look on your face.  Nah, call me Joel.  Look," he hands you a Coors Light.  “Practically water."

You accept the beer. He takes a sip of his IPA, then teases, "We can watch somethin’ pg-13 if ya want.”

-

You watch Saturday Night Fever on DVD.  You think it's just gonna be dancing, but it's far saucier. He glances at you, watching your reaction to the most intense scenes.  You're embarrassed but try to ignore him.  After Joel goes to get a second beer, you’re startled when he sits down next to you on the sofa instead of back in the recliner where he was.  Your skittishness must show.  

“Relax,” he says and squeezes your knee.  His demeanor has changed. He has a whole different voice.    “I don’t bite. . .‘less you’re into it.  Can’t imagine a good girl like you though . . . Fuckin’ Miss America over here.”

Your cheeks burn.  “I’m not that good,” you protest. You're not sure why. 

“Yeah? Prove it,” he says and begins lightly stroking circles around your knee.  The challenge quickens your heart rate and sends a rush of blood to your loins before he continues, “let’s get high.” 

You're unsure if you're relieved or disappointed that's what he meant.  You resist, but he offers, “you don’t even have to smoke it.”

“What, brownies?”

“No, baby.”  The pet name makes you tingle. He reaches into the end table drawer and retrieves a small glass pipe and a lighter.  

“C’mere, I'll show ya.”  His free hand grabs yours and he leads you to the tiny bathroom.  You can't help but notice the way his soft pants hug his ass.  

-

He shuts the door behind you, then closes the toilet lid and sits down while you awkwardly stand there with your arms crossed.  You lean against the 6” of available wall space.  It’s a very, very small bathroom.   

His biceps stretch his t-shirt as he holds the pipe to his mouth and flicks the lighter on.  He moves the lighter around the weed in small circles and the glow spreads as he sucks the air through the pipe.  He closes his eyes and a sensual expression loads on his face as he inhales.  It’s a face of pleasure. His brow furrows and his eyes open.  He slowly exhales, politely pouting and pointing his lips away from you, but keeping his eyes in your direction,  shamelessly scanning your body. 

As the stench of the weed creeps into your nostrils, you reflexively reach for the exhaust fan switch on the wall and he says, “Nope. Can’t hotbox with the fan on.  That’s the whole point."

-

When the second-hand smoke starts to hit you, you feel a little woozy.  Good, but woozy.  You start to sit on the counter and he stops you.  “Sink’s not braced yet.”  

He pats his lap.  There’s nowhere else to sit unless you leave the bathroom, and you don’t want to.  So you sit on Mr. Miller's lap.  His pants are soft and his legs are warm.  You’re hesitant to put all your weight on him until he says, “Relax, I can handle it,” and he does have meaty thighs.  He strokes your bare thigh, making you wet and self conscious that you hadn’t shaved in a week.  

He looks around at the smoke in the bathroom.  “How’s it feel?” 

“Um, good,” you say.  He looks back and forth between your eyes and smiles.  

"Good, good. . ." 

You look at each other for what feels like a few minutes, playing chicken about who will finally talk next.  Then he asks, "ready for the next step?”

“Nah. . . I don't wanna smoke.”

“Don’t have to.  Just breathe out when I squeeze once."  He squeezes your thigh once to demonstrate.  "And breathe in when I squeeze twice."  He demonstrates again.  "And keep your mouth open."

You don't say anything, trying to envision what he's going to do. 

"You’re gonna love it.”

“Okay,” you say.  Why not? You’re feeling pretty relaxed. 

“Gotta face me though,” he says.  He nudges you to stand up, then he urges you back into his lap, but straddling him.  

You hesitate and resist a little. 

“Only live once baby”

-

You go ahead and straddle him, but you're very aware of how short, loose, and flowy your shorts are. You can feel the air between your legs. He takes a deep, horny breath as you settle in and his eyes darken.  

"God, you're hot," he mutters.  That's the moment you're certain he wants to fuck you.  You shyly look down and away.  

"I'm serious," he says.  

Then he spares you the need to respond, leaning back to make room between you for his muscular arms before he brings the pipe to his mouth.  He sucks in and holds the air in his mouth then turns and puts the pipe on the back of the toilet behind him.  When he faces you again, his large hands slide up both your thighs.  His chest expands as he inhales the smoke in his mouth, then he holds it in and squeezes your thighs once.  

You breathe out. He leans in, cradles your head  with one hand and opens his mouth, not exhaling yet, smoke curling between his lips, then squeezes your thigh twice.  As you begin to inhale, he blows the smoke right into your mouth. And he keeps his face close to yours as he watches you turn your head and exhale. 

“Attagirl,” he says and your heart flutters. 

Every part of you wants to kiss him right now, and it looks like he wants that, too.  He leans in a little.  

But the smoke burns, and you turn your head and cough. Joel pats then rubs your back.  "Damn, I shoulda gone slower."   When you stop coughing, your watery eyes meet his, and he cracks a smirk.  You're super high and very wet. He looks entranced by you. 

"Guess you're right," he murmurs.

"Hmm?"

"You're not that good a girl. . ." You feel conflicted hearing these words, until his hands return to your legs and he says, "Only one thing I like more than a bad girl." His hands slide all the way up your thighs and his eyes follow his hand.   His thumb easily nudges its way inside the inseam of your shorts - it happens so fast - and before you know it he lightly strokes the apex of your folds.  Your hips tilt into his touch and he strokes lower, feeling how wet you are.  With his other thumb he pulls the shorts to the side to see your pussy.  He inhales deeply through the nose, looking you in the eyes.  "Only thing better than a bad girl?  A good girl gone bad." 

His hands find your ass and pull you into his crotch where the stiffness of his warm length takes your breath away, and you softly gasp. 

“Yeahhh,” he says.  “You like that?”  

Yeah, you do, and he clearly knows you do.  But you’re super high and too embarrassed to say it.  

“Bet you're a virgin, too.”  

“I-"

“You don’t have to say it,” he whispers, to your relief.  Then he leans forward and his facial hair brushes your cheek as he brings his mouth to your ear and says, "Cause I know you don't wanna be." 

He leans back, pulling you into him harder and his arousal swells into you, making your walls twitch and your clit throb.

He wets his lips then wraps one arm around you and cradles your head with the other hand.  His lips press into yours and a wave of arousal ripples through your body.  Your nipples harden.  His tongue brushes yours and he grinds into you with a soft grunt into your mouth. You've never been more turned on. 

Your lips tear away from his as you literally swoon. He easily catches you as you slump to the side. 

"Whooaa, okay."  He holds you in one arm and reaches to open the door.  "Let's get you some fresh air."

-

He puts a hoodie of his on you and you go outside for a few minutes.  You're embarrassed.

"Sorry," you say, unsure what you're sorry for. 

"No, no, don't be sorry baby.  That was all me." He puts his arms loosely around you and you rest your head on him.  "Couldn't think straight cause you're so goddamn hot." 

You smile shyly into his shirt.  "I think I'm okay now."

"Good." He strokes the crown of your head with his whole palm. 

You ask, "Think Sarah will be back soon?"

"Doubt it.  Usually sneaks back in around dawn. Wanna watch another movie?"

"Um, sure."

"We can do whatever we want." 

-

It’s not long into the movie before things heat up again.  You’re at the end of the sofa and he has his arm around you.  He caresses you with that hand, starting with your arm, then your shoulder, then your collar bone.  Out of the corner of your eye, he adjusts himself.  “Lord almighty,” he says under his breath.  

“Why dontcha bring those pretty legs up here?”

“I haven’t shaved in-”

“Think I care?"  he urges your legs into his lap, pulls them all the way into his crotch, and presses them down on his solid wood with a soft grunt.  Your eyes go wide and you take a deep breath.  He stops pretending to watch the movie and eases your legs down flat on the sofa, scooting himself out from under them, getting on his side. 

"C'mere," he growls. He watches his fingers trail up your leg all the way to your breast as he lays down facing you, slightly on top of you.  His gaze remains fixed there as he slides his hand up your thin pajama shirt and palms a breast.  Your mouth falls open and he grinds his hard package against your hip.  Then he lifts your top up to see both your tits. "God damn," he says.  

He slides his hand into your shorts, brings his face to yours, and starts kissing you again, hard and slow, his tongue claiming your mouth, your lips softly accepting every movement of his while he gropes your dripping seam desperately and moans into your mouth.  His movements intensify, becoming more urgent as he gets between your legs.  Sweat is blotching his shirt.  He slides an arm under yours and a whiff of his armpit opens your legs. 

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes as your hips tilt for him.  He urgently tugs down your shorts, breathing heavily.  He expertly fingers you, making your toes curl.  He inserts one, then two thick digits.  Three is a stretch but not too bad.  “perfect,” he murmurs.  He fingers you for a minute, both of you getting hornier. 

-

Then he frees himself from his waistband and his thick arousal falls heavily against your slickened clit, sending a bolt of need to your chest. He drags it down and nestles his tip at your entrance, then his large hand lifts your thigh and you wrap your leg around him. He looks up at your face, reads your eyes and says in a low rumble, "yeah, you're ready for it. . . couldn't be more ready, could ya?" Maybe he’s right.  Maybe. 

He grunts as he begins to push into your tight, wet hole and you gasp at the stretch of his tip.  "C'mon now, you can do it baby."  He inhales deeply, then pushes further.  "Yeahh." It hurts, but the pain is nothing compared to the incredible feeling of being filled. He's pretty slow and gentle, but never asks if you're okay.  He pushes harder until about half his shaft is sheathed by your warmth.  "Perfect fuckin' pussy" he breathes. "Tight as hell. Wet 'n ready for this cock."

"C'mon, baby."  He retreats halfway before plunging to the hilt, parting your insides and bottoming out with a shudder.  There's an unfamiliar, primal look on his face that stirs something deep inside you.  He stays there, all the way inside for a moment as though trying not to come instantly at the feeling of you wrapped around him.  He pulls back again, all but the tip, then pushes forward, a little smoother but still a squeeze.  He does it again and groans "Yeeahh," he bottoms out.  His face makes him look like he's in pain.  

-

He lowers his chest over yours and the way he looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.  He slowly backs out and fills you up again, saying "Good, that's it baby" as you tilt your hips.  He kisses you and his cock slowly recedes then pushes in again.  Your ample slick allows him to slowly pump in and out of you even with you being so tight.  

He kisses you aggressively, then plants his lips on your neck as he buries his length in you again and again.

Slower, then at a moderate pace. He kisses you.  He looks at you. "Hot as hell, baby." He gropes a breast.  Then his lips graze your throat as he fucks you. 

You’re looking over his shoulder with his face in your neck.  Never imagined this would happen tonight.  Or here, or with him, but he feels incredible.     He fills you up harder, then a little faster.  The way his back stretches his tight t-shirt is a vision.

“God damn." Your whole body is rocking with this power of his cock slamming into you.  "You’re a natural, baby." He thrusts hard with a grunt.  "Already takin’ my cock this good?” He brings his filthy mouth back to yours and keeps filling you with his thick cock. "Ohh yeah. . . " His breathing changes.  "wanna come in this tight pussy so fuckin bad" 

"You can't, I don't-"

It looks like it kills him. He mutters, "fuck," holds his breath,  then pulls out, "Ahhh," he releases the breath with a loud sigh and spills his cum on your bare stomach.  His anguished face, his cock in his hand, his cum shooting out onto your stomach, it’s the hottest scene.  You feel it searing into your mind.  

-

He tucks himself away, lies down at your side again, and starts fingering you, circling your clit.  “Look even hotter with my cum all over ya.” He’s making you feel things you thought only a toy could do, not even your own hand.   “C’mon, baby, come for me.”  It doesn’t take long before your back arches and you’re seeing stars, jolting into his big, veiny hand, his dark eyes watching you in a trance.  

As your orgasm fades, a smirk spreads across his face.  “Damn, didn’t think it’d be that easy.” 

The blood drains from your face. 

“No, no, makin’ you come, baby.  Makin’ you come.”

He cups your face reassuringly.  “You’re real damn hot, you know that? Fuck.”

-

Thank you so much for reading and interacting 🖤

This Joel evolves into the menace that is night walks!Joel.

I have a NEW dads' best friend!Joel x virgin!Reader series Left in Lincoln.

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[moonstruckme]

i recently started following you and i absolutely love your writing! you have such great talent!

no pressure at all and feel free to scream at me if this is out of your boundaries (i read ur guidelines so it shouldn’t be but you never know). I’m curious if you could write reader with literally anyone, just in denial that they like them. like she used to go out with really shifty guys and is just appalled that this person actually likes them

(this definitely isn’t self-indulgent at all….)

Thanks for requesting baby! (I would never scream at you lmao) I did this with dealer Eddie, hope that's alright :)

cw: weed, mention of transactional sex

dealer!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Eddie’s grinning big when he opens the door to his trailer. He takes off his headphones, hanging them around his neck. You can hear Black Sabbath still playing from the speakers. 

“Hey.” His voice has a slightly raspy quality to it, and you wonder if he’s been singing or smoking. “You lookin’ for a fix, pretty?” 

You grasp the strap of your bag self-consciously, forcing a bouncy “yep” past your lips. Eddie’s got a way of saying things that makes you feel awkward and flighty, like your heart might lurch right out of your ribcage at any moment. It should be routine by now, but you’ll probably never get over it. 

Eddie only nods and opens the door further, inviting you in. He sets a hand on your back as you go by, and you try not to look as shy as the touch makes you feel. 

“Same as usual?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” You lean against the counter while he crosses the room to the drawer where he keeps his stash. 

You’ve been coming to Eddie for years now. You weren’t exactly friends in high school but you were always friendly, and every time you leave his place you’re freshly shocked by the realization that you actually really like him. You appreciate that he keeps it business. Well, as business as anything can be with Eddie. Flirting is just part of the package, but he doesn’t try to smoke your stuff after he sells it to you and doesn’t seem to expect anything other than money in return. Shitty as it sounds, a dealer like that can be hard to come by in your experience.

“I’ve been missing you, sweet thing,” he says, taking out a big zip lock bag of bud and a smaller one to portion yours into. “Thought you might’ve found someone else to keep you happy.” 

You don’t respond for a second, and Eddie’s head tilts up from where he’s picking through the bag, eyebrows going up in intrigue.

“I was seeing this guy for awhile,” you say, looking sideways out the window. “He got pre-rolls from someone else, and he’d let me have them sometimes.” 

“Well shit, I can roll for you if it’ll keep you coming over.” 

You look at Eddie in surprise. He grins at you, jutting his chin towards the couch. 

“Sit down, I’ll get you set up.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” you say. 

“Gotta keep my favorite customer happy, don’t I?” You don’t move, and his smile softens into something more genuine. “It’s no problem, just sit down. Tell me about this guy. Does he treat you right?” 

You follow directions, going to sit on the less saggy and dingy-looking of the couch cushions while Eddie bends over the counter across from you. “Not really,” you say indifferently. As if thinking about it doesn’t send a dull ache blooming through your middle. “We aren’t together anymore.” 

Eddie glances up at you, something odd flitting across his expression. “That sucks,” he says bluntly. “I’m sorry. I mean, it sounds like he sucked, so I guess I’m not sorry that it’s over even if I’m sorry that you’re sad. Are you sad?” 

A little laugh startles out of you. “Not really,” you say, and it’s halfway to honest. You’d been sad to break up with him, but Eddie is right; he sucked. You’re not really sad it’s over either. 

“Good.” He nods, appeased. “Thought I’d have to go beat someone up or something.” 

You snort, and Eddie’s mouth drops open in offense. He looks back down at the roll, sticking his tongue in his cheek as he shakes his head.

“Feels like you’re not taking my threat of vengeance super seriously.” 

“No, I am,” you laugh. “I am, it’s just—you don’t seem like someone who wins a ton of fights.” 

“Ah!” He clutches a fist over his heart, looking at you in absolute betrayal. “So little faith! I’ve fought worse monsters than your jilted beaux, okay?” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m guessing it’s a little different in real life than in your game.” 

Eddie pauses for a half a second, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far in your teasing, but then he bends back over the table, bringing the paper to his mouth. “Right.” He runs his tongue quickly across the roll. “Well, anyway, I have a spear in my garage if you want me to give it a try.” 

You smile at the thought of Eddie jabbing his (in your imagination, plastic and nerdy) spear at your most recent ex. 

“Thanks, but I think I’m good,” you say. 

He shrugs. “Your loss. I’d have taken off my shirt for the battle, but I guess you’ll have to get that show another time.” 

You laugh, crossing your legs as he starts on another roll. “Hey, you don’t actually have to roll all this,” you say. “I won’t stop coming to you.” 

“I don’t mind it,” he replies, packing the next with easy, practiced movements. “Unless you’re in a rush or something. Do you have to go?” 

“No, I’m…I’m good.” You’ve never spent this long at Eddie’s place before. It’s usually that you show up, he gives you a bag, you pay, and you leave. You’ve never taken much time to survey the trailer, the way Eddie moves around the cramped furniture with such ease or the way the windows let in just enough light to make his skin look softer and his eyes browner. “You can leave half of it, though, if that’s okay. I’ve still got a bowl at home.” 

“Whatever you want.” He keeps his focus downward, ringed fingers moving carefully. “You know, I’ve actually kind of missed having you come around.” 

“You said that already.” You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling even though he’s not looking. “I told you I’ll keep coming back, Eddie, you don’t have to butter me up.” 

His gaze flicks to you, eyebrows rising on his forehead. “I’m not,” he says.

Something about his tone has the hairs raising on the back of your neck. You keep intentionally still as a slight chill goes through you. 

“I like hanging out with you.” He shrugs, looking back at his roll. “Would you want to hang out again soon?” 

You hesitate. “I…don’t think I’ll be needing any more for a bit.” 

“Well, ideally you wouldn’t be here to buy.” 

For a second, you’re confused, and then realization and dread collide in your gut with enough force to make you nauseous. The disappointment is more potent than either of them. 

“Oh.” Maybe Eddie isn’t so different from the other dealers you’ve had after all. “Um, I just feel like I’ve always paid in cash…” 

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, and then his entire face contorts. “Christ—no.” He drops the finished roll, holding up his palms as if to ward you off. “Not that! Ew—I mean—” His hands go to his head. “—not ew, like you’re not ew, I just—gah.” He drops his head back, and his fingers disappear into his hair, making fists. He looks almost pained. “I like you. Like, I’m not trying to have sex with you right now. Not that sex wouldn’t be cool—we could if you wanted to—but that’s not what I’m getting at.” 

He blows out a big breath, hands dropping to his knees, and looks you in the eye. 

“Can we just forget about the weed for a second?” he asks, sounding nearly desperate. “I’m trying to ask you on a date. Not to get you to fuck me for drugs.” Your mouth drops open, but Eddie keeps going. “And if you don’t want to go out, that’s totally cool. Very respectable, honestly. It doesn’t have to affect anything.” He presses his lips together. “I didn’t mean to say you were ew. I’m sorry.” 

You’re too shell-shocked to even laugh. You have whiplash. But now he’s looking at you with his big eyes all expectant, and you feel like you have to say something. 

“A date?” you ask. 

“Uh, yeah.” He leans against the counter, looking a bit awkward but somehow all the more endearing for it. “Like, to the arcade or maybe dairy queen or something—I don’t know, you can pick.” 

“And you…don’t want to have sex.” 

“I don’t not want to have sex,” he clarifies. “But, uh, we don’t have to at all. Like, only if you want to, and definitely not if you think it’s some sort of…” Eddie winces “...transaction.” 

You nod slowly, and now there’s a smile tugging persistently at your lips. “That sounds good,” you say. “The date part.” 

“Yeah?” His head picks up. “Really?”

You smile. “Yeah. Are you sure?” 

“Am I sure?” Eddie guffaws. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking sure. I’m getting a much better deal here. But no take-backs,” he says quickly, and his grin widens when you laugh. “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“Um, yeah.” You think for a second, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing tomorrow.” 

“Great.” Eddie presses his lips together like he’s trying to contain the full scope of his smile. He pushes his fingers into the countertop. “Okay, forget everything from today. I’m gonna be such a fucking gentleman when I pick you up tomorrow, you probably won’t even recognize me.”

[n30n-l1ghts]

Riding this high with you by my side

Akihiko Sanada x Gn!Stoner!Reader

Genre: Smut Summary: Akihiko gets curious and decides to smoke with you for the first time, things escalate and fun ensues ;)

Words: 4,973

Tw:// Smoking weed (obviously), lots of cursing, Aki jokingly calls reader a brat, riding, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, reader has no prep, power bottom reader, raw dogging (THIS IS FICTION, WEAR CONDOMS PEOPLE), belly bulge, overstim kind of, begging (Aki), dubcon (they're both high, but I think that still technically counts as dubcon), Aki cums inside reader multiple times, Aki gets milked like a cow, poor boy is just so sensitive :(

for the sake of plot convenience we're not gonna worry about how reader somehow never gets in massive trouble for smoking in the dorms lmao

Petnames used: For reader:babe, baby, darlin' For Aki: babe, baby, darlin', dork (does that count? I think it counts)

A/N: This is fully self indulgent and I have no shame in admitting that. This isn't proof read at all, and there's not really much plot in this. Also, I'm not dead! This is my first actual post in like a year, I am so so sorry, life has had me in a fucking chokehold 😭😭😭 no reader pronouns are used and reader's genitals are not specified at all.

Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57984556

Akihiko was pretty used to you smoking in your dorm room maybe once a week. He could smell it when it clung to your clothes and taste it on your lips when you kissed. Though strangely, he found he didn't mind it. No, in fact it made him curious.

It took him a bit to finally ask you about it, his curiosity getting the better of him, and that was how you both had ended up here. Sitting on the bed in your dorm room, silver eyes curiously watching your every move as you rolled a couple joints.

Akihiko watched in awe. Your movements were so practiced, it was as if it was second nature to you. He found it almost impressive how efficiently yet casually you were preparing the joint. In a way, it was almost relaxing to watch you work so easily.

His silver gaze remained on your hands as you worked, and his expression was somewhere between fascination and mild surprise. He watched with an almost dumbfounded smile on his lips.

"Ta-da!"

You said triumphantly after you had a couple joints made and ready, grabbing a lighter from the bedside table.

"You wanna go first or do you want me to go first?"

He was snapped out of his daze by the sound of your voice. Akihiko smiled sheepishly as he realized he had completely lost himself for a moment there. He shook his head slightly, and thought about your question. He didn't want to seem like an idiot if he did something wrong on his own, so...

"You first, that way I can see how it's done." 

He said, his smile softening as he spoke.

"It's just like smoking a cigarette, really."

You said with a shrug, holding it up to your lips, pinching it between your thumb and forefinger as you lit the larger end. You breathed in for a few beats, holding it in a bit before exhaling a puff of smoke upwards, your shoulders visibly relaxing slightly at the first hit. You then held it out for Akihiko to take, your arm extended to the side.

"Your turn babe."

"Of course it is."

Akihiko mumbled in a slightly sarcastic tone, watching as you hit from the joint like it was no big deal. He was honestly impressed just by the way you inhaled and exhaled the smoke. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but you seemed so much more relaxed after just your first hit.

His hand reached out to gently take the joint from you, fingertips brushing for a brief moment as you gave it to him. He brought the joint to his lips, and breathed in the smoke himself.

Your eyes raked over his figure as he did, looking almost sort of mesmerized by him as he hit. You watched intently, taking in his every expression. The way he looked when he was smoking was nearly ethereal, the mannerisms so uncharacteristic for him, and yet they still felt so right.

He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, feeling how it spread through his body like a warm, gentle wave. He held his breath for a few more moments, before suddenly breathing the smoke out through his mouth. Once the last bits of smoke were gone, his breath became slightly shaky as he exhaled, and the teen let out a few small coughs as the sensation started to take effect. It was... Pleasantly strange to say the least. And the mild burning sensation in his throat didn't hurt either, it was kind of... Nice, in an odd way.

His gaze drifted over to meet yours once more

Akihiko's expression softened as he saw your reaction, as if inspecting him through a microscope. A small, lopsided smile formed on his lips, as he held the joint between his fingers.

With a chuckle, he brought the rolled up paper to his lips once more, and took another hit, then holding the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before slowly exhaling, keeping his gaze on you all the while. He chuckled before speaking up.

"You're staring, you know..."

After a couple beats you snapped out of it, shaking your head and blinking a couple times.

"Yeah, sorry- sorry, that was just way, way hotter than I expected it to be."

As soon as you spoke up, Akihiko's mild smile gained a hint of smugness at your words. He chuckled, the sound amused as he held the joint between his fingers still. He took one final hit before handing it back to you.

"Oh? You like me smoking, huh?"

 He teased, the smirk on his lips getting a bit wider at your reaction. He tilted his head, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused at the sight.

"What can I say, it's a picture I never thought I'd see, but god damn am I glad I did."

You let out a small chuckle before taking a long hit of your own, the smell starting to permeate throughout the room stronger than before (it already smelled a bit like weed when they walked in).

Akihiko let out a hum, a sense of satisfaction at your words. It was... Nice to get such a reaction from you. He wasn't sure exactly why, maybe it was just the drugs messing with his mind making him a bit more sensitive to praise. The teen leaned back, letting his body drop back onto the bed.

He laid there, his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as he let the high overtake him slowly. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he started mumbling.

"This feels... Pretty nice..."

"Doesn't it?"

You laid down beside him, taking one more deep hit before passing it back to Akihiko, the familiar feeling of your body getting heavier and your mind getting fuzzier already starting to set in.

Akihiko's senses were also starting to get a bit dulled, and he was growing much more relaxed after his first few hits. He let out a hum in agreement, slowly opening his eyes as he felt the bed dip beside him.

He took the joint as it was handed back to him, bringing it to his lips as he took another hit, this time holding the smoke in for a few more seconds before he breathed out. A low, satisfied sigh escaped from his lips as the high started to take over more.

"Hey... There's somethin' 've always wanted to try. You're ever heard of shotgunnin'?"

You asked, your words a tad bit slurred and lazy.

His eyelids fluttered slightly from the drug starting to take full effect, but Akihiko's gaze still met yours as you spoke to him. He slowly exhaled another low sigh as he shook his head in answer to your question.

"I've never heard of it, no..." He replied, his voice low and slightly drawn out. He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking rather intrigued at the idea.

"What is it?"

"It's where I breathe out the smoke 'n you breathe it in. 's like a way sexier version of a kiss."

A tinge of pink started to appear on Akihiko's cheeks at the explanation, and a small smile formed on his lips at the realization. He let out another low hum, and laid there silently for a few seconds, clearly considering it.

Finally, he spoke up, his tone even more casual than it usually was.

"That sounds... Surprisingly nice. Pretty hot, actually. Go for it."

You hummed in response, propping yourself up to straddle Akihiko with your legs caging either side of his hips before taking the joint back. Akihiko's hands instinctively went to your hips as you straddled him, and without thinking he started to caress you gently with his thumbs. He looked up at you, the pink in his cheeks growing slightly more prominent.

He silently watched as you brought the joint to your lips and breathed in, and he waited for you silently.

You took a long drag, letting the familiar itch of the smoke flood your lungs, keeping it there for a moment before leaning down and bringing your lips to his, breathing out the smoke directly into his mouth. And the first thing you noticed was just how much better his lips tasted and felt when you were all tingly like this.

Akihiko let out a small gasp as he felt your lips against his, but he quickly closed his eyes, savoring the strange sensation of smoke as it entered his mouth and then his lungs, a pleasant taste of the weed combined with your own taste. Your lips really did taste better when he was feeling so light-headed from the high, the plush skin molding so perfectly as though the two of you were built from the ground up to slot together like puzzle pieces.

A small shiver ran down his spine as you pulled away, instantly missing your touch, He laid there quietly for a good few seconds before he was forced to breathe again. More small clouds of smoke escaped his mouth, mixing together in the air between them.

"God damn that was hot."

He mumbled after he pulled back, taking one last deep hit from the almost entirely burnt out joint. He put it out on the ashtray on your bedside table as he breathed out the huff of smoke from between his parted lips.

You let out a soft chuckle at his comment, the pink on your own cheeks darkening slightly as you nodded in agreement and let a small huff of breath out.

"That was... Unbelievably hot..." 

He commented again, his own words slow and drawn out from the effects of the drug, and clearly a tad bit more honest than usual. He still had his hands on your hips as you sat on top of him, gently grazing the soft skin with his fingers.

You quickly bent back down, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek, then his jawline, tracing down to his neck with the feather light pecks. He was just so incredibly irresistible like this, laying so pretty beneath you with his messy hair and lidded grey eyes.

As you leaned down, Akihiko instinctively tilted his head to the side slightly to give you more room to kiss his neck. His breath hitched softly at the feeling of each gentle kiss, and he couldn’t help but let small sighs and quiet hums that escaped his lips as you moved down his jaw.

He was already feeling so sensitive just from being high, and his entire body felt warm and tingly from all the contact, effectively in a state of pure bliss.

Soft and gentle kisses quickly became firmer, then became full on hickeys as you sucked and lapped at the sensitive skin, groaning just at the taste of him. Akihiko bit his lip in an instinctive attempt to hold back any sounds. As you went from light kisses to much harsher ones, he could feel a small shiver run down his spine again, goosebumps raising on his skin.

He couldn't help but let a soft moan escape his lips at the sensation, and he squeezed your hips gently with his hands.

You couldn't help but let out another small groan in response to his own noises.

"Fuuuck, baby- you taste so fuckin' good. 'n look so fuckin' pretty f'me too..."

You mumbled against his neck. You honestly weren't too sure why you were acting like this, and why your self control had left so easily. Though maybe it was just because your thoughts were a bit clouded and he just looked too damn cute.

Akihiko felt his heart skip a beat as words left your lips in such a lewd and suggestive tone, and the heat in his face suddenly flared up. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of your voice, your lips still against his skin.

He could feel his own body reacting to your words as he shivered slightly, and he almost instinctively tried to hold back his own voice. It was strange, but the drugs were already making him so sensitive, he felt like he was getting drunk off the touch.

You had to actively hold back the ever growing urge to roll your hips against his, using every sliver of self control you still had just to try and keep yourself from pouncing, but it was getting harder and harder by the second.

"Need you- need you so bad- fuck m'sorry, but I- haah~ N- need you so fuckin' bad." 

You said through grit teeth, relenting and rolling your hips in a circle, static-y waves of pleasure coursing through your every bone with each delicious bit of friction you could get between your respective clothed sexes.

As soon as he felt the sensation of your hips against him, Akihiko could feel his mind getting foggier and more hazy than before. He could hear your voice growing needier and more desperate, and the words were almost like music to his ears in the state of mind he was in. It was like his brain was melting from your every touch.

“Then take me, baby… Take anything you want… I’m all yours-”

Any and all other words he uttered after that fell on deaf ears as you completely let go, your hand immediately reaching to take off your uniform shirt, tossing it across the room without a care in the world, doing much the same with your bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. It's not like you both haven't done this about a million times before, but something about the effects of the weed mixed in just amplified everything, every touch, every sound, every emotion, everything was just so raw.

As soon as you undressed, Akihiko's hands quickly roamed over every newly exposed part of your body that he could reach. His hands were everywhere all at once, caressing your thighs, your stomach, your sides, your chest, all with a bit of a frenzied and almost desperate touch.

He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest as he looked at you, and he was panting softly from the rush of sensations. He was already feeling so hot, so sensitive to the touch, and he wanted to be touched by you so badly he felt like he was going crazy.

You reached down for his own uniform shirt, mumbling something under your breath as you fumbled with the buttons. It took you a second, thanks to your complete lack of coherence as a result of the high, but you still managed to get it, tossing his shirt with the exact same lack of care.

It didn't take you long to quickly dive back down, kissing a handful of dark bruising marks onto his chest, trailing them downwards as you simultaneously fumbled with his belt buckle with that same lack of tact from earlier, any and all patience completely out the window by now.

Akihiko's breathing grew heavier and more ragged as he let you kiss and suck a trail of marks down his chest and abdominal muscles. As you started to mess with his belt, he subconsciously spread his legs slightly, giving you more room to work with a small shift of his body.

He closed his eyes, and all he could feel was the faint sensation of your hands as they moved, all he could hear was his own heart racing in his ears.

When you finally did get his belt undone, you didn't even bother to fully take it off, unbuttoning his pants before tugging them and his boxers down just below his balls, enough to free his aching cock. You took a solid few moments just to stare at it, you usually did, always somehow seeming a little infatuated with it no matter how many times they did this. It was decently long, which made up for it's average girth, with a nice, thick, juicy vein running up the side of it, his tip already weeping thick beads of precum from the slit.

Akihiko's breathing hitched as he felt the cool air against his shaft, now free from the tight confines of his clothes. He opened his eyes briefly to glance down at himself. He could see the way you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away, and his cheeks started to grow hotter from the realization. You looked so fixated on him, and it made his heart race even faster in his chest.

He let out a small huff of breath, shifting slightly under the intensity of your gaze, before he spoke up in a voice slightly shaky with nerves.

“S- Stop staring-”

"Sorry, can't help it. 's just so perfect and pretty..."

You mumbled before giving a curious kitten lick to the tip, the salty taste of his pre running asking your tongue, the slight buzzing in your head causing it to taste even better then usual. You watched as he squirmed and shivered a little under your touch, biting back any unwanted noises, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

You pressed your tongue flat against the side, licking a thick stripe from base to tip, trailing over the large vain. He let out a small whine, narrowly resisting the urge to just slam your head down onto his cock and fuck your throat.

"Oh fuck... Shit- you gotta- gotta stop teasin' me darlin'-"

He whispered out in a hushed tone, his breath a little shaky and uneven.

"Patience, love, patience."

You replied before taking his tip into the warm cavern of your mouth, running your tongue along his slit and the underside of his tip. A breathy whine slipped past his lips, one hand tangling into your hair, not firmly enough to hurt, but enough to try and keep himself somewhat grounded. 

You slowly started bobbing your head up and down, gradually taking more and more of his cock into your mouth each time, until eventually the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat deliciously, your nose pressed into the well kept tuft of white hair at his base. He groaned loudly as he bottomed out in your mouth, practically blanked out from the pleasure because holy shit, getting his dick sucked has never felt this heavenly before. 

He could feel himself quickly coming undone when you picked up the pace a little, unable to resist the urge to buck his hips up into you, matching your pace. As he started bucking, you could feel his cock slam into the back of your throat at a nearly punishing pace, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

Wanton moans and curses flowed out of him like a mantra, the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock practically addictive to him. It didn't take much longer for his thrusts to become sloppy and uneven, picking up the pace as his hips stuttered.

"F-fuck baby- gonna cum- fuck- you're gonna take it yeah? Yeah? God- fuckin' take it- shit- 'm cummin'- oh god-"

He was cut off by a stuttered and rather loud moan as he came, thick white ropes shooting straight down your throat, his back arching slightly and eyes basically rolling into the back of his head.

You swallowed down all of the thick, salty seed that you could, pulling off of his dick with a pop, the sight of his cum and your own saliva dribbling down your chin just serving to arouse him all over again.

Akihiko panted softly, his chest heaving as he let out a shuddering sigh. He let go of your hair, gently running his hands through your locks before pulling his hand back, letting it flop down at his side.

“Hhh- Jesus…"

He said, still out of breath from the high and now from the pleasure. He glanced up at you with a small flush to his cheeks.

"...You’re really trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

"Only a little bit."

You said with a chuckle, a slight raw, and raspy undertone to your voice, partially from a bit of cottonmouth, but mostly from just having his dick shoved down your throat. Though that wasn't quite enough, not for you at least.

"Wanna feel more of you though, wanna ride you. That okay, darlin'?"

Akihiko nodded, looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes.

"Please, baby-"

He mumbled quietly. His own voice was slightly shaky and hoarse as well, and he quickly swallowed to try and soothe the slight lump in his throat.

"Just please hurry up-"

You got to work rather quickly, undressing you both the rest of the way with fervor and impatience, even more clothing being haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor to worry about later. You leaned over to pick up a second joint, lighting it between your lips and taking a long drag of it as you simultaneously nestled yourself on top of Akihiko's length, whining. A bit at the stretch, taking your time to lower yourself on him.

He let out a soft shaky breath as you started to sit down on him, instinctively grabbing your hips and holding on tight as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a low groan. If he thought the warmth of your mouth was heavenly, than this had to be straight up devine, because the warmth of your hole was something else entirely. 

"Ohhh fuck."

He said in a sort of whiney tone when he bottomed out, able to see himself nestled inside of you because of the ever so slight bulge in your lower stomach. You comfortably sat there on top of him for a bit, taking another long drag of the fresh joint, gesturing with it as if to ask if he wanted some more.

"Wan' some?"

Akihiko opened his eyes to look up at you, his chest rising and falling shakily in an attempt to calm down and not cum right then and there. It took him a few moments to find his words, his mind still cloudy and fogged from the drug, before he nodded.

“Y- Yes, please-”

He managed to breathe out, one of his hands leaving your hips to reach up towards the joint. As soon as the joint was in his hand, he took a long, shaking drag from it, holding it in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out with a ragged exhale. The effects of the drug only added to the already overwhelming sensation, making the heat and pleasure rise from each point of contact between the two.

He looked up at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused from the combination of the effects, and he let out another slow, shaky breath.

“God, baby- I don’t know how much more I can take…”

He mumbled. 

" 's fine- long as I can ride you until 'm satisfied I really don't care how many times you finish..."

You hummed in response, your words honestly a bit hotter than they probably should've been, at least to Akihiko. His face flushed at the words, and he let out a soft, shaky gasp.

“You- You’re going to milk me dry at this rate-"

He spoke up, his own words a bit shaky and breathless. It was hard to tell if it was from the high or your words or both, but he quickly tried to clear his voice, and his grip on your hips started to get a bit tighter.

“You feel so damn good, baby..."

He trailed off again, letting out a shuddering gasp of air. He looked up at you with a haze in his eyes, desperate, desperate to say something else without the words being stuck in his throat. His mind was running wild, but it was hard to put it into words, like he was stuck in a fog.

“God-” 

He managed to murmur shakily.

“Baby, please… I can’t-”

"Yeah you can. I believe in you."

You took the joint from him, taking another long hit, blowing out a plume of smoke before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, the action almost deceivingly sweet in comparison to what you were going to do next. You slowly started moving your hips up and down, methodically rolling against him at the same time, your movements a bit lazy, but effective.

Akihiko could feel the wind get knocked out of his breath as you started moving, a deep guttural groan escaping his lips as his nails dig crescent shaped marks into your flesh.

"Fuu-huhuck- Oh god, please- please baby faster- god- jesus- need you s'bad- need to feel every inch of you."

You hummed as you kept your slow pace, somewhat amused at how the ever confident boxer had been so easily reduced to a whining, whimpering mess underneath your touch.

"What's the magic word, Aki?"

Your sultry and sort of teasing tone had him practically weak in the knees, and he couldn't even care about being embarrassed anymore. His own pride he damned he just needed you. Needed to feel you, needed you to fuck him. He whines a little as if upset about your teasing, bit the way his cock twitched inside you said otherwise.

"P-please- Fuck me, ride me- please baby, yer killin' me here- oh, fuck- please-"

You couldn't help but notice just how cute he was when he was begging and writhing beneath you, and as much as you wanted to tease him forever, you wanted to go faster just as much as he did. And so you picked up the speed, the slapping of skin on skin contact, his moans, and your own noises reverberating through the room like a symphony of sorts.

"Ah- hah- haah~ thank you- thank you- fuck- ah~ thank you-"

He spewed out, accompanied by whines and moans of your name, as if he couldn't even remember how to say anything else. Every drag of his thick cock against your walls had both of you shuddering in pleasure. His noises were loud and unabashed, probably largely due to the effect of the we'd making him incapable of even caring. 

He came with a shrill moan shortly after, the feeling of everything just too overwhelming in his current state. He whimpered slightly, body shaking as he somehow grew even louder as you rode him through his orgasm, hot, thick semen filling your hole and dripping out, forming a white foamy ring around the base of his cock. He honestly felt like he could cum again just from the sight of that. 

His mind felt numb and his stomach coiled pleasantly as you kept slamming back down on him with wet 'plaps'. You threw your own head back at the pleasure of finding that perfect spot, his cock curved just right to be able to hit that one little bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars.

A litany of curses, moans and groans escaped the both of you, with Akihiko mindlessly babbling your name intermittently. And you really did milk this poor boy dry, as his sensitive cock took hardly any time to twitch back to life, and even less time to spill another warm load inside of you, hitting his third intense orgasm of the day.

You on the other hand could feel yourself reaching your limit and getting closer, that familiar warm coil in your lower stomach tightening. Your warm breath mixing together in the humid, weed stenched room, everything about you two mixing together. Your own climax was fast approaching as your pace quickened, losing its steady rhythm and instead becoming much more frantic and desperate.

“Oh, fuck- Aki- Aki ‘m so close- gonna cum, shit- cum with me baby, c’mon- fuck-” You huffed out between panting breaths, barely hanging on by a thread at this point. Akihiko wasn’t too far behind you, somehow already climbing up to his fourth high, his mind turned into mush, completely incoherent. He could only really spew out curses and your name, but he vehemently nodded in response, enough of a signal that he too was quite close again. You took one last large hit of the joint in your hand before discarding it, leaning down to attach your lips to Akihiko’s parted ones. You did much the same thing as before, but a bit less calm this time as you transferred the smoke into his mouth in unison with both of your releases.

The feeling of your lips against his, and the feeling of the smoke being passed into his own mouth, sent his mind spiraling. All of the sensations overwhelmed him, everything becoming one as he let go, shuddering and moaning against your mouth as he came. He could barely breathe by the time it was all over, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He opened his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on you as he tried to speak again.

“Babe-”

You let yourself lightly drop on top of his chest, breathing heavily as you laid there with his cock buried deep inside you, your hole leaking a bit of his release, not that either of you could really care right now.

"Yeah, what?"

You asked rather breathlessly.

“God, you’re so perfect.”

Akihiko mumbled, his hands letting up their grip on you in favor of moving up to gently cradle your waist in his hands. He was still trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

He let his eyes shut for a moment, letting himself try and come down from the high and the rush of pleasure, before looking back up at you again.

“Love you… so, so damn much.” You let out a small huff of amusement, idly tracing shapes on his bare chest. “Yeah… Love you too, dork.”

[babiebom]

Sdv Bachelor/ettes at a Thanksgiving Dinner

A/N:happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!! I don’t really celebrate but I do like to eat a lot and sleep all day :)

Tw:cursing/ some sus content/mention of drugs and alcohol(not hard drugs)/ death mention

Wc: I have no idea it’s headcanons lmao

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

Shows up to eat and leave

Does not like the spending time and emotional part

Would rather not say what he’s thankful for just please fill his plate so he can eat and sleep

Would probably be the older cousin that you rarely ever see during the year you only ever see him on holidays and for like 20 minutes at most.

Will be found in a room smoking it up.

Will offer you some weed

Will probably forget how old you are and if you’re underage would be like “oops don’t snitch/get out of here”

Is the first to say bye

No one even realizes when he leaves because his bye was so quick and quiet

Sam

Constantly laughing and having a good time

Like actually before the food is ready he is so energetic

Singing

Dancing

Telling jokes

He’s literally the life of the party, and will not hesitate to get up and dance to the music at all

Does drag you to dance with him

He is probably sibling or cousins best friend that they bring and you lowkey have a crush on.

Wants to help cook is not allowed

Also sleeps over for some reason

Shane

Somehow gets there early and is angry the entire time

He’s only early because he was anxious about being late and now he wishes he was home

Doesn’t really interact with anyone just sits on the couch and watches tv

Gets his plate and eats by himself

Would be the alcoholic uncle that is cool but also makes everything depressing

He’s not the partying type

Is amused and is nice to the kids

But like his face is just stoic the entire time

No one bothers him to keep the party mood going.

Elliott

Brings like a pie or something

Like he does make a dish to bring ALWAYS

Wants to make sure that he’s not just eating and taking up space

Talks to EVERYONE and is VERY like….poetic

It annoys the women how lovely he is

Everything turns into a deep discussion the second he starts drinking

Is probably like your aunts husband that she brags that she bagged while on vacation somewhere expensive

Harvey

Surprisingly doesn’t eat a lot

Like everyone thinks that he’s going to CHOW DOWN but he doesn’t

Does however take a nap immediately

Is on the couch and he is passed out, his tie is loose and his tummy is slightly out

Is the older cousin that everyone is proud of and compares you to because HES A DOCTOR and YOU ARENT

Doesn’t drink much either, he’s literally just so tired

The kids are lying on him because his body is comfortable and his mustache is funny

Absolutely does not notice it and allows them to be all over him because he’s napping anyways it doesn’t matter

Loves to talk to the kids about airplanes and really gets into detail

Is the one sleeping over

Alex

Is 100 percent outside with the kids playing sports

Forces the kids to play with him because everyone else is too old to want to play outside anymore

Sam probably plays with him ngl

Does not go easy on the kids at all

Like absolutely demolishes them in football.

Just because you’re a kid doesn’t mean shit you’re getting massacred on the field.

Is your older brother that thinks he’s super cool, is actually really nice

He eats a LOT and passes out right after.

Probably has sex with someone (not a family me never you FREAKS) upstairs in his room and doesn’t hide the fact

He’s just like heheheh then gets yelled at for being vulgur in front of everyone.

Penny

Probably the one who cooked/helped Emily cook

Is VERY proud of her desserts

Makes all of the sides and leaves the main courses to Emily

Gets super anxious about being around everyone and what they’re going to think about her food

Absolutely doesn’t experiment with food because of anyone dislikes anything she’s gonna have a breakdown.

I think she likes the cranberry sauce the most, puts it on her rolls

Eats more than people think she’s capable of

Somehow doesn’t nap after stuffing herself, gets some chores done instead and starts cleaning as things are starting to be empty.

Is probably the mom, and it’s her house that everyone is going to for the dinner.

Very annoyed that her house is a mess now but won’t say anything.

Lets people sleep over

Abigail

Girlfriend of someone in your family

You really can’t tell if she’s the girlfriend of a sibling or cousin or anyone

She just doesn’t elaborate

Like she’s like “oh I’m their girlfriend”

And you’re like ?????WHOS GIRLFRIEND???

and she walks away

Somehow knows your family well enough even though no one knows who’s girlfriend she is

Will also supply weed

Is high as fuck

Also sleeps over for some reason

Leah

Eats all the sweets

Like every single dessert there is is on her plate

Eats like a salad right before to offset it

Also to be able to say she actually ate food

Eats SO MUCH

She’s your uncles “wife”

Met him while on a retreat somewhere and they have been together for 20 years

Like your uncle is dead and she’s still around even though they never got married bc she’s literally just your aunt now

Brings the salad that she eats to say that she ate some food

It’s funny

Maru

Also eats SO MUCH

And she’s not self conscious at all

She’s next to the dining table at all times

She’s definitely your younger sister

Shows off her robots and stuff to the kids

Gets in trouble because her robot catches on fire(idk why she’s Spencer from icarly but she is now and I refuse to change it)

Also makes something for dinner but only a couple people actually eat it because she experimented and it’s weird

She is offered weed by someone’s friend and gets everyone yelled at.

Haley

Older sister that wants nothing to do with anyone

Brings her friend and they stay in her room the entire time gossiping

Comes down to get her and her friend a plate and returns to her room

You can hear laughing from her room if you listen closely

Is probably drunk up in her room

Ignores your parents pleads for her to spend time with the family

If she comes down she’s going to openly make fun of everyone

Also will flirt with you and your other siblings friends she absolutely doesn’t care

Take pictures though because in reality she does care just hates to show it

The pictures are very cute and she hangs them up in her room

Emily

Aunt that made the turkey and other main dishes

Will also make the effort to make something vegan or vegetarian for people who don’t eat animal products

Her food is surprisingly good like it’s so good that people will over stuff themself

Is the aunt that everyone is always around

Is on the dance floor with Sam and is not embarrassed at all

Also makes the animals something

Just a joy to be around

Brings Shane his plate

Chats away with Penny while cooking together because everything is fun for her

Loves the quality time together

She loves when everyone is in the same room

Is annoyed that there’s no thanksgiving music because she loves getting into the festive mood.

[dumblilb]

YOU TASTE BETTER ☆

Frank iero x Fem! Reader

(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)

(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)

(Words: 2403)

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“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.

“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.

She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.

“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.

“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.

“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.

“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.

“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.

She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.

God, she loved his laugh.

Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.

She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.

The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.

But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.

He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.

He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.

Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.

She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.

“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.

“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.

The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.

He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.

“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.

She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.

She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.

She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.

“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.

The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.

The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.

“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.

“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.

“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.

“You taste better.”

[genderflu1dwh0r]

How do you Kurt's dad would treat Jason??

I'ma talk a lot lmao, also in this, Mr. Kelly's name is going to be Karl Kelly.

Well, I know he'd probably be homophobic, but not in a mean-spirited way. Karl would constantly be cracking jokes, but over time when Kurt comes out and he brings around Jason, Mr. Kelly would keep doing the jokes, but actually made them funny and more loving and ones that Kurt and Jason can laugh at and join in on.

Okay, now read what Mr. Kelly had to say on Kurt/him being gay:

"If there's any way you can hear me, Kurt, buddy." *looking at Kurt with red football in hands* *palms the football, not knowing what to say* "I don't care that you were some..." *pause* "pansy." * pause* "You're my own flesh and blood and..." *pause* *places football on Kurt's chest* "and oh, you made me proud." *pause* *looks at the people sitting* "My son's a homosexual, and I love him!" *starts to cry* "I love my dead gay son!" *pause* *looks down at Kurt in absolute devastation*

This says to me that he really does care for Kurt or is a really good actor. The way he cries at the end while yelling "I love my dead gay son!", he is devastated, he is realizing as he's saying his last words to his child, his "own flesh and blood", his baby, his boy, his football star, his son. He never thought this day would come. But also, he has to live with the fact that Kurt was gay. This is all so new, and his boy is dead. He has a lot to deal with, and some people need time to deal with that, finding out that their kid is dead, and a homosexual would be a lot to learn in such a short span of time.

But anyway, now read what JD says:

*looking in Veronica's direction, speaking lowly* "How do you think he'd react to a son who *looks up at Veronica's eyes* had a limp wrist *looks over at Mr. Kelly* with a pulse?" *Veronica, laughs* *keeps looking at Mr. Kelly*

Jason seems to have the idea that Mr. Kelly is homophobic, which is probably true, it's the 80s, of course there is lots of homophobia; and so, Veronica laughs along, because it's funny and she might think it's true that Karl is homophobic. I dunno. But I still think that Karl wouldn't be that homophobic if he even is homophobic at all.

I think that Karl wouldn't mind Jason. I think at first when Kurt introduces Jason, he's the "we're doing a project together" "classmate", which turns to "my friend" which turns to "JD" which turns to "Jason" and so on. And Karl would see Jason more and more frequently, he started to find out things about him, like what he liked to eat, what his favorite music was, what cigarette brand was his favorite. But he could tell something was "off" about Kurt and Jason's relationship, deep down having a feeling that Kurt was gay, there was just that little flare in him that made him stand out in his eyes.

Mr. Kelly would probably treat Jason like one of Kurt's buds, but pretty quickly starts to treat him like his own son. That's when Kurt comes out to him. Karl would just nod in a way tell Kurt that he knew and was fine with it. Kurt would nod and walk off, silently cheering. When he tells Jason, they're both glad that his father is chill about it. Mr. Kelly jokes about it, but he is fine with it. As long as Kurt gets good grades and stays out of trouble, he's fine. Karl would fix up Jason's favorite grilled cheese with a beer when he'd come over on weekend nights, Kurt would be jealous of all the love and attention that Jason is getting. Karl would let them smoke weed and drink in the backyard, as long as they cleaned up and didn't get the cops called on them.

Gotta love Karl.

[la-squadra1234]

Imagine a folding mission. Spiders guys are tired and ate walking. And nowhere can they find their Y / N, and when they all went around. They only know a small, cute, fluffy penguin who runs towards them as if they were his mother. It turned out that Y / N became a little penguin (yes, I don’t know what kind of weed to smoke my fantasy) What would their reaction be? What would they do? (I can't help but send you a video of how to walk a little penguin: https://twitter.com/shouldhaveaduck/status/1642150827740606464?t=6q8Rl4p9yVzr1PYMGqTA-g&s=35 I hope the link opens lol)

I’m not joking I had to read this at least 15 times finally understand it because my brain was not braining today lmao😭

Thank you so much for the request!

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-

He would definitely try to act as uncomfortable and weirded out as possible but he is actually dying inside. He is going to constantly grab y/n to “direct them” but in reality, he just wants to pet them

Phinks-

This man would be weird it out but in the same time in hysterics, he would not be able to control his laughter. He would definitely ask how you got into that situation though

Chrollo-

He would stand there and be Hella confused until he realizes that it’s y/n and then he would constantly be asking if he can pet them and he would love it so much

Hisoka-

He would start getting very emotional, saying “I need my little y/n back” but as soon as he sees that the penguin is clearly y/n then all of that will change for him. He will forget about everything that he just said.

Nobunaga-

He would be absolutely flabbergasted jaw dropped. He would ask a ton of questions like how did that happen to you? What does it feel like to be a penguin if he can pet you all sorts of things

Uvogin-

He wouldn’t ask questions or anything he would just be sitting there laughing no questions asked just laughing

Shalnark-

he would definitely say something along the lines of “oh wow! I have never seen something like this before” or “wow how did this happen to you” he would be confused, shocked happy a bunch of things

Franklin-

He would be super confused he would definitely say something along the lines of “there is no way that that is y/n that is clearly a penguin is it even possible for a human to turn into a penguin without surgery or something like that. This is the most idiotic situation we have ever faced” he would not be very impressed at all

That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed. This was pretty fun making when I first seen the request I opened it up and went like oh my God why do I not understand this, so I just put my phone down and went back to sleep and now I finally understand it lol

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

[valiantroeagleangel]

ITS ME AGAIN HELLO!! YES TAKE YOUR TIME AND ENJOY YOUR VISIT!!!

This is like SO self indulgent and also probably very silly but it was inspired by me watching the All Tall Things Must Come to An End series of behind the scenes clips <3 this will talk a little bit about weed so I hope that’s ok!! if not, im sorry and please feel free to ignore, but here you areee!!

So when I was watching, I was high HWVSJWNE and it seemed like there were definitely moments where they were high too, Vinny in particular LMAO. I’ve always loved this particular trope that involves being high and getting tickled. its MY EVERYTHING. Idea wise, Vinny and the Reader take edibles/smoke and are both chatting about the random thoughts that pop into their heads. Eventually, the reader gets a silly idea (we’ll say Vinny already knows she like being tickled to make life easier <3) she asks Vinny if she can talk about it for a second and he perks up excitedly. She explains she saw a post somehwere that said being high made you more ticklish. She pauses. He pauses. “So you want me to test it out don’t you?” She covers her face with her hands and nods. He smirks and takes the opportunity of her covering her eyes to strike. He’d probably start with her sides, skittering his fingers up and down. Lingering on her ribs when he notices her stronger reaction there. “You know, you can ask me to tickle you right?” She continues to giggle, not sure how to respond to his question. Of course she knows she can, but it always makes her so flustered. To her horror, he stop for a moment. He crosses his hands and grins. “Did you hear me?” She nods, “Oh ok so then you won’t mind me asking you to ask me for it right?” That smirk returns. He watches as the blush rises on her cheeks. He slowly walks his fingers up her thigh. “It’s so easy! You just have to say, ‘can you please tickle me Vinny,’ that’s it!” “But it’s haaaard” she whines playfully. Not wanting to give in this easily. He was prepared for that. “I can wait,” he says like a teacher awaiting a classroom of rambunctious students. She pouts, realizing she HAS to ask or else the precious tickles aren’t coming her way. Vinny watches in real time as she figures all of this out, pleased that he can make her feel this way. “Can you please.. do the thing?” She offers. He stares at her, “Do what thing?” He smirks again, feigning cluelessness as he giggles to himself. “Do I have to say it, you know what i mean!” She protests. “Come onnn you can say the word tickle, it’s not scary,” he watches as she almost winces at the word. “What does it make you flustered?” He asked, semi seriously. She blushes even more, meaning the answer is yes. “Well well well, thats exciting. I’ll keep that in mind.” She sighs, realizing there’s no getting out of this. It’s just a word! A dumb stupid word that is the key to getting her shit rocked. “Can you tickle me, pleaseee” she sing songs. Vinny nods, his hands suddeny meeting her tummy again. “See wasn’t that easy!” He teases. The reader just giggles in bliss the entire time. Of course she lowkey retaliates bc Vinny is like a little puppy I think he would vibe with getting tickled. He’d still protest and fight back a little bit, but internally he’d love every second. Which makes her all the more happy <3 Conclusion: yes it does make you more ticklish and they keep that in mind for later <3

Part of me also wants to include that the reader or maybe vinny is not super ticklish usually. The weed just makes them more open and so the tickly feelings get to them a lot more. Which is so amazing for them <3.

OK THATS MY SILLY IDEA THANK YOU I HOPE IT WAS FUN HEHEH THATS WHAT IVE GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, PLUS I HAVENT WRITTEN IN Y E A R S BUT!!! It’s the concept that counts HEHE OK BYEEEE

- 😽👻

OMG YES YOU AGAIN. HELLO BABE, TAKE A SIT. LET'S CHAT FOR A BIT.

Because please- I love this! I WANT VINNY TO TICKLE ME WHEN I'M HIGH. I haven't SmOkEd in years but this is now a new need in my life. Thanks. Getting high with that dude must be the best thing in the world. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I just have that feeling you know. Makes my heart ache.

Like- it must be so peaceful and yet so funny and full of love and AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.

But babe I love your silly ideas and HC honestly. You're getting me real good with your tickling visions. 🫠🫠

THANK YOU FOR THAT ONE. <3

[themagicruby]

i'm tripping for the first time in a while on a p low dose of an rc and im like out of the peak where i was just playing dragon age inquisition and i cannot decide if i should smoke marijuana or not like logically i know it is very synergistic and will make me peak again but also..... will it make me more sleepy or not probably not but also maybe it will. i also think that i could probably take half a klonopin to dampen the effects if i needed cause the rc im on is often compared to shrooms in effect and structure (ofc i know it's its own thing) but ppl say that benzos decrease the effects of psilocybin so it might also do that for this but who's to say - not a lot of info and i didn't have the patience to scroll thru this one guys trip report where he took a benzo at one point to see what the effects were. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i mean i took a very low dose of this rc which i've taken multiple times before and it will end so ultimately whatever i do doesn't matter usually when i trip i smoke a lot of weed throughout but that also was when i was smoking a lot of weed in general and now my tolerance is wayyyyy lower. but i did roll a joint with a more cbd heavy strain earlier so it won't b like getting hit by a semi if i smoke it

lmao tumblr mobile formatting is terrible i press enter and this paragraph is down here, maybe ittl look different if i post this which i think i will and probably no one will read which is fine but if you are reading this; Hi!

also i know how very much this reads like someone who is on a psychedelic lol i might delete this in the morning but maybe i'll keep it for posterities sake or whatever, and also if i smoke (which i almost certainly will go do after i post this) i'll probably reblog this with what happened. this is what blogs were made for folks! lol ok bye

while writing the tags i realize i have no idea what the rc community on tumblr is like maybe there are ppl who follow tags idk anyway bye for real until i reblog this

EDIT: uugh ok i can feel myself coming down do i just wait it out or do i smoke i kinda wanna smoke.... i really wanna smoke lol but i also dont wanna b up all night cause my gf's asleep and i can't like watch stuff on my tv and i dont really wanna sit at my computer cause my neck is stiff from playing dragon age lol. i know im probably gonna smoke lol but ok if this ends up fuckinf me over and making me stay up all night at least i'll have this post as reference for next time

[atlafan]

maybe i’m mistaken but i recall you saying something about having a big age gap to one or all of your siblings - if thats true, did you like having this age gap? i’m a bit worried about my kids having a pretty big age gap and personally don’t know many people who grew up with siblings who weren’t close in age

Yeah! So my oldest sister is 9 years older than me, my brother is 7 years older than me, and my other sister is about 3 1/2 years older than me.

I think with any family/siblings, age gaps don’t need to be a reason you’re not close. For a while, the four of us did a lot of things together. Like for holidays and whatnot. My oldest sister would babysit all of us, so we’d all go go for walks to Friendlys or go to the movies. My oldest sister also had to like change my diapers and stuff lmao so I usually call her my other mother. And I’ll always be her baby sister.

In all honesty, I went through phases where I was closer with each of them. Me and my sisters all had to share a room until I was about 10. Then me and the sister I’m closest in age with shared our attic as a bedroom up until she went away to college. We would play Barbie’s and stuff like that, but she also wanted absolutely nothing to do with me after a certain age. We were always getting lumped together and naturally she couldn’t stand it.

When I was really little, I hated sleeping in my own bed. So I’d crawl into bed with my sister im closest in age with. If she wasn’t having it, I’d go down the hall to my brothers room and he’d let me sleep in his bed with him. I don’t know why I was like this, but it took me years to be able to sleep by myself

My brother I was close with for a while because he would actually like sit and watch tv with me. Like we watched SpongeBob and a ton of Cartoon Network cartoons together. And my brother would actually listen when I talked and just sort of be there for me during a rough patch. But he’d also give it to me straight if he needed to. And he had the same like “do I have to bring her along” attitude when he got older which of course makes sense. What teenager wants to hang out with their baby sister when all they want to do is go smoke weed with their friends? lmao but my brother in general was always very good to me and I just thought he was this cool guy. He is my other dad much like how my oldest sister is my other mom

Now the sister I was closest in age with she and I have pretty much always been at odds like once we were a little older. Like I was in 5th grade when she was on 8th grade, so we were only in school together for like a year every three years. We fought the most. Even the summer my mom paid her to babysit me and do fun things with me, we barely did anything fun! It was really fucking annoying lmao and like not that we’re super close now but I am able to have a conversation and look to her for advice and she and I are just very similar in general which pisses me off sometimes because I’m like if we hadn’t spent so much time fighting we could’ve realized how similar we are so much sooner. I did everything she did because I looked up to her a lot. Like if she took an AP class, then I took an AP class.

Also..when things were bad between my parents, which was almost always, the four of us had each other. We could all huddle in one persons room and wait for the arguing to be over. We’d all take a bullet for the other. Like when my life fell apart and I FaceTimed my sister as Nick was walking out the door and I couldn’t even talk, she goes “do I need to come up there?” And I nodded, so she hopped in the car, grabbed my other sister and my mom, and they drove the two hours north to come be with me. Meanwhile, I was able to call my brother and talk to him and he helped me to sort of calm down a little. I would do anything for any one of their children. Like we can all count on each other you know?

Also my two oldest siblings are exactly two years apart and they’re not close at all lmao so age doesn’t have to be a factor for how close the siblings are. It really depends on the parents and like the kids themselves wanting to be around each other.

Long story short, don’t worry about it.

[isdalinarhot]

first here is the sfw version of the headcanon alphabet meme. that versions all boring and like ooooh talk about what a good boyfriend husband your favorite character would be a-z headcanon prompts!!!!! and i have to be realistic and look inside myself and go Yeah Dalinar Would Be Really Shitty At This Actually. which i think is funny. anyway yeah

[NOTE: these memes were created by a random x reader blogger so sometimes they say stuff like what would it be like for them to date you? For every “you” assume the “you” in question is Evi Sadeas and Navani. his weed smoking girlfriends]

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) we can get canon with this one. dalinar is like. weird about physical affection. very notably weird about physical affection. hates pda hates all of that. but if he likes someone enough he’ll tolerate it (sigh. eg navani. if he and sadeas werent hashtag descreet probs him too honestly)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) well historically most of dalinar’s friendships have started with, like, feats of strength? like either dalinar kills someone or someone else just barely doesnt kill dalinar or they wrestle and have a warriors bond etc. lot of Love As Violence type friendships. then pre him getting sober the bond is usually formalized by going out for drinks and post getting sober i dunno i guess he sits there and recites the way of kings for you and if you dont want to kill him on the spot youre friends

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) nah hes not really big on cuddling. to be treated soft gentle is weird for mr violence. both sadeas and evi are cloth mother ass motherfuckers though so he does end up doing a lot of cuddling with them and with sadeas since hes like. actually attracted to him lmao he does have cuddle preferences kind of… sadeas likes being the big spoon so its a lot of like sitting on sadeas’s lap if his big fat ass crushes sadeas’s legs paralyzing him instantly thats how hed want it to happen. get held soft and gentle like hamburger.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) dalinar is one of those freaks who enjoys the idea of being married but hes so shit at chores yall. hes so shit at them. it doesnt matter because hes rich as fuck but oh my god he burns his quesadillas and theres mold in his kitchen sink. his divorce pad has like a constant fruit fly infestation. its bad

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) probs would accidently set them on fire i dunno.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) this bondsmith ass motherfucker is So Serious About Committment but like i dunno in a modern au where he isnt royalty that needs to be married off as quickly as possible i think it would take a couple years at least. like he has to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up irreperably, yknow?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) dalinar crushes you when you get a hug from him because he doesn’t realize the extent of his strength. this is both literal and a metaphor for his emotional demeanor.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) oh shit h was hugs. well g has all my dalinar hug thoughts. please dalinar pressurize me like a diamond

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) has dalinar ever said i love you in his entire life WHILE SOBER. because when he’s drunk he’ll say i love you to anybody. he’ll say i love you to teleb because teleb bought him shitty bar appetizers. but sober i think you can pry i love you out of his cold dead hands #repression

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) well like we know how that went with gavilar and navani right? he mostly repressed it? yeah

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) oh yeah baby dalinar kissie kissie headcanons. dalinar kisses are like…. hmm. well in the blackthorn days hes very not good at it like he doesnt know what the hell hes supposed to do with his teeth. its like the captain crunch blowjob but with kissing. but he figures his shit out eventually. where does he like to kiss people…. well if its a woman hes obviously gonna go in for the safehand kiss yknow get a little bit saucy with it. if its a not a woman its like. i dunno hell kiss them wherever i dunno. where he likes to be kissed… on the chest…. smooch a titty for him…. please he needs it

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Bad. next question

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) dalinar is one of those freaks who wakes up at 7 am and immediately gets out of bed and gets dressed and has breakfast and he usually has the energy. unless hes hungover but like come on that doesnt count

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) this is another pre post getting sober thing like modern day non flashback dalinar goes to bed at roshar 10 pm sleeps through the night early to bed early to rise and all that. pre getting sober depending on how Rough a period of his life he’s going through he is essentially just getting drunk once the sun starts going down (like before that even maybe, like during golden hour) and then going to bed once he either gets too tired or passes out whcihever one comes first. eyah.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) it takes a few months for him to start opening up i think. and depending on the nature of the relationship he might not open up at all. hes pretty private

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he’s deffo gotten more patient as he’s gotten older. Like blackthorn dalinar would kill for any reason but now he’s like “a rational mature adult” or whatever

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) he’s not good at the details, no :( like it’s not a malicious thing or anything, and he does try, but if he was asked quick what’s Navani’s favorite food! he’d be like uhhhhhhhh

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) the answer for Evi is probably something cynical. Any of the times she told Dalinar she was pregnant (because it means he gets to stop having sex with her) probably come to mind. The answer for Navani is more difficult because it’s been such a short relationship so far in the grand scheme of his life, but I think the Stormfather wedding was probably really special. And Sadeas… I mean, when Sadeas died the big thing was his bachelor party, right? Which I think is probably a blanket answer for all the times they got drunk, screwed around, but Sadeas was still there in the morning. Yeah

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) in the words of Navani, Dalinar is “a touch overprotective. In the way a highstorm could be a touch windy”. How he protects his partners…. I mean, he’s not really Protecting them he’s just kinda going nooooooo don’t do this you’ll get hurt!!!!!!!!! and then they don’t get hurt anyway. How he wants to be protected hmm…… I bet he is thinking about Sadeas killing a bunch of guys to defend his honor and blushing and kicking his feet

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) not much honestly. Sorry :(

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) I mean there’s the drinking too much and the killing civilians and all that, and the trying to be in control when by all rights he shouldn’t be the one in control, stuff like that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) none. Not a bit. Zero. Cares about looking clean and professional when in a good headspace, but other than that he does not care. He knows he’s sexy to the right people he doesn’t need to obsess over it. May we all strive to be more like him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) gonna be real, no. He loves Navani very much, he loved Sadeas very much, and if something happened to either of them (well it already happened to Sadeas but y’know) he’d spend a few days being sad and then move on.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) dalinar would go insane for bbq pulled pork if they had that on Roshar. Honestly.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) I think Evi is the exact opposite of Dalinar’s type in every way

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Guy who snores. Guy who snores so loudly and it’s so annoying and they don’t even have cpap machines on Roshar

say what you will about the x reader types but they sure can come up with bangers of prompt lists

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➜ Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

➜ Synopsis: The spiral of smoke faded into the night sky. You shouldn't be doing this, something that could easily get you and Anakin in such deep trouble, but you just couldn't help it, not when he was looking at you so sweetly.

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, padwan!Anakin, heights, smoking, weed, mentions of fire, fluff

➜ Word Count: 1.2k

➜ Notes: I have never smoked weed in my life, and it shows lmao

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Have you ever done this before?” You asked him as you lit the blunt. Your legs swinging over the ledge of the abandoned building the two of you always met on top off. The view of Coruscant was perfect from this spot at night. It made you feel on top of the world, like you could see everything as you looked down at the city lights that twinkled brightly before you.  

Anakin looked at you uncertainly from where he was sitting next to you, his nerves showing through his façade of confidence.  

“No...”

“Well, I’m glad your first times with me then,” you said, your tone playful and light. You looked at him, turning more serious. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want too though.” You didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t truly want to do.  

“No, no its fine. I’d like to try it at least once,” he told you reassuringly  

“You sure?” you checked  

“I can never say no to you Y/N.” His answer made you blush and look away, focusing on the blunt in your hand instead, and clearing your throat awkwardly. He always seemed to know exactly how to get you flustered.  

“Okay well, um, just watch me I guess,” you said as you brought the blunt to your lips and inhaled, then moved it away. You waited for a moment before exhaling it all out, watching as the smoke drifted into the cool night air. You passed him the blunt once you were done, and he took it from you, bringing it to his lips and mimicking what you’d showed him.  

Before he could even exhale the smoke fully, he began coughing, “How was that?” He choked out, and you laughed at him.  

“It was prefect,” you teased  

Just like you, a voice in your head whispered out, and although you couldn’t disagree with it, you pushed the thought away quickly and turned your attention back to Anakin. Who now had a smirk plastered on his face, letting you know, that he had also heard your thoughts.  

“I’m not perfect,” he said, and you shot him a glare, your cheeks turning a light pink as you realized he was in your head again.  

“I don’t think that’s a very appropriate use of the force Skywalker,” you scolded him teasingly, although you were embarrassed that he had heard that thought. Anakin held up his hands in mock surrender, the gesture accompanied with an eye roll at the use of his last name.

“I deeply and sincerely apologize L/N.” He snipped back. This was a routine the two of you often went through, and every time you found yourself wishing that you could use the force and read his mind as well, see if he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

Sometimes he would flirt with you, although you were never sure if he was doing it as a joke or if he was serious about the things he said. When you really thought about it, it hurt. I mean he was flirting with you as a joke even though he knew how you felt about him? Real asshole move.  

“You really should stop thinking those things about me when you’re around me if you don’t want me to find out, you know.” His eyes were full of amusement as he spoke to you and it was your turn to roll your eyes at him now, taking the blunt from him and taking another hit.  

“Really? Maybe you should stop coming into my head uninvited. It's not very Jedi-like of you after all, is it?” You replied sarcastically.

“Neither is sneaking out to do weed with a friend at eleven at night,” he replied and you smirked.  

“As long as you don’t get caught,” you teased.

A comfortable silence settled between you as you passed the blunt back and forth, smoking more then you probably should have on a Wednesday night.  

“Obi wan thinks you’re a bad influence.” Anakin blurted out suddenly, breaking the silence that had surrounded the two of you.  

Your head snapped towards him, eyes wide in horror as you replied, “Your master knows about me?!”

“Well, he knows of you, and that were friends, and that we hang out sometimes,” seeing that his words didn’t quiet quell your worry he quickly added, “he doesn’t know when I sneak out to see you, or that we do this kind of stuff.”  

You let out a small ‘oh’ before going quiet, your thoughts refocusing on Anakins first point. It soured your mood a bit. If his master thinks I’m a bad influence then what does he think of me? You thought to yourself.  

You didn’t say anything for a moment and it made Anakin anxious as he watched you spin the blunt around in your fingers, obviously thinking about his words.  

“Do you think I’m a bad influence?” you finally spoke and Anakin sighed.

“I don’t think you you’re the best influence on me...” you nodded in understanding, and took another hit of the blunt before snuffing it out on the ground next to you. He could feel the weed beginning to kick in and so could you, “I don’t really care though. You’d never force me into anything, not that you could if you tried,” he slightly smirked at his own words, “I-”  

“Anakin,” you said, catching his attention and cutting him off. As he turned to you, he realized he really liked the way you said his name.  

You took a deep breath before continuing. You definitely shouldn’t be saying this, but you were high. Really fucking high, and you did not have the heart to stop yourself. “I like you a lot, more than I probably should, and in a more then a friend's way. I know that Jedi can't have romantic relations and stuff. I’m pretty sure you already kno-”  

Your confession was cut short as his hands cupped your face, and pulled you towards him, connecting your lips. Your eyes widened in shock, because Anakin Skywalker was kissing you. He was kissing you and kissing you the way you had dreamed he would. With all the passion and love that you had dreamed his kisses would be filled with.

Your eyes slipped closed and you kissed him back. One of Anakin's hands went down, finding its place on your waist and pulling you into him while your hands settled on his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt loosely. He leaned over you slightly, deepening the kiss and forcing you to crane your neck further up then what you already had to to kiss him.  

After a final hot kiss Anakin reluctantly pulled away with a pant, pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t open your eyes though, keeping them closed as if you were afraid that if you were to open them, you’d wake up and this would have ended up to be just a dream.  

“I know,” he whispered to you, his lips slightly swollen and a stupid smile adorning his face as he spoke, "I've known for a while.” You felt a wide smile stretch across your face at his words. You knew it.

“Why didn’t you do anything about it earlier then?” you asked him, your volume matching his.  

“I wanted you to tell me, I wanted you to want me to know.” Your eyes opened to meet his beautiful blue ones, your smile only widening as you spoke (If that was even possible).  

“Maker Anakin,” you breathed out with a gentle shake of your head. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, and he laughed into it.  

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unconscious confession | jhs

⤑  series: heartbreaker

⤑ pairing: stoner!hoseok x cheerleader!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! 

⤑ rating: pg13

⤑ word count: 3.4 // unedited

⤑ warnings: use of recreational drugs..!!

⤑ A/N: hiiii! thanks to everyone who has been reading along so far and giving me feedback with each and every update !! i really appreciate it honestly it’s a really big motivator for me. sooo i hope you like this part as well, don’t forget to let me know what you think . and also it’s this hoseok walking around lmao .

OCTOBER 3RD, 2020 | 19:26

Hoseok showed up to the game while the players were still practicing and you and the rest of the squad were in the middle of stretches. He looks effortlessly handsome from the quick glimpse you get before he's slumping down onto the metal. Focus on tucking each crumble of weed into the paper, but he'd occasionally steal glances at you on the field.

And your eyes meet each and every time. He played into the casual feel he wanted to set for tonight, an oversized pale yellow shirt underneath his light denim jacket. The pants he wears matches the jean of his jacket but are covered in rips, hair being held back by a headband. You've never noticed it before, but staring at him from the field when you really should be stretching had you realizing how well he carried himself. All of the time.

Thankfully, you're able to keep focus while you're actually cheering. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that rises in your chest at the sight of him cheering for you (it's not for the players on the field who are losing, badly). He even waves cutely at you as you're being thrown in the air and you consider ruining your form to wave back. But decide against it, Jimin would throw a fit.

His attention is on you from kickoff through overtime, taking the steps two at a time as the players line up to congratulate the winning team. “Ooh. Here comes your biggest fan,” Jimin points out from beside you, slightly breathless from the back-to-back routines.

You're gulping down mouthfuls of water, so you actually don't see when Hoseok makes his way over to you. Not until Jimin's words are registering and your head is whipping around to catch the wide smile on his pretty face. He doesn't hesitate to drop his arm over your shoulders, easily tucking your body into his side.

Instantly, you're engulfed in the familiar scent of him. The subtle stench of weed masked by his sweet cologne. You've never been around a guy who smelt as sweet as Hoseok always did, used to the overpowering stink of AXE body spray, but you're convinced he's never purchased a bottle. 

He's offering a quick nod of acknowledgment to Jimin, which is met with a halfhearted wave as he leans down to tie his laces. “You were pretty cool cheering,” He tries to be nonchalant with his compliment, eyes focused on the sky as he talks. Which is pointless, you already caught the way he had been cheering from the crowd.

“'Pretty cool', that's it?” There's a playful smirk on your lips that he finds way more inciting than he should. But, he's determined to keep his cool in front of you so all he does is lift his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Yeah, pretty cool.” He repeats in the same tone as before.

You don't even bother to mask the snicker that sneaks past your lips. “I put my leg behind my head it was just 'pretty cool'? Maybe you need an up-close demonstration?” It's the one that you use that catches him off guard, highlighting the meaning behind your suggestion.

He stumbles slightly, eyes widening slightly. That was obviously something he's thought about before... respectfully. This wasn't the first time he's seen what your body could do and it never failed to get his mind wandering. Of course, he's thought if he had the chance to sleep with you, would you pull out the same tricks you do on the field. Who wouldn't wonder that with someone they were pursuing? 

But, the fact that you were mentioning it. Hinting at it like you were planning for exactly that to happen, that was a whole different ballpark. And it's obvious from the slightly dazed look in his eye, that you can't help but laugh at. Pulling him from his thoughts with the sound of your laugh.

“You're funny,” You say through your laughter, which he's quickly catching on to – soft chuckles leaving his lips.

He leads you all the way to the locker rooms, where he waits outside for you to change out of your uniform and into the sweater and jeans you had picked out for your date. Compliment at the edge of his tongue the moment you're stepping out, arm dropping back down around your shoulder.

While the two of you walk to his car, he fills you in on the hilarious thing Jeongguk did that morning. And you laugh along with him. Like an actual laugh, not one of those forced ones to boost his ego. He's animated as he speaks, gesturing wide and goofy voices tagged as his friend's voices.

You're a few steps from his car when he's rushing ahead of you, pulling the car door open before dramatically gesturing to it. “M'lady,” He says as you pass him and you know he's just kidding, but your heart skips a beat.

There's got to be something wrong with you, you're sure of it. You've been on tons of dates in the past and here you were all warm and fuzzy inside and the date has barely started. It was comforting being around Hoseok, though. As if you've always known him, you hardly had to do any thinking when you texted and it was no different in person.

You can't help but wonder if it felt like that for him too. A connection like that can't just go unnoticed, right? Or maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “Will you tell me now where we're going?” You're asking as he's settling into the space beside you, tugging his seatbelt around his waist.

“I won't tell you until we're there.” You had spent the entire night before trying to guess where he was taking you, which was no use. The shrug emoji was a favorite of his you were quickly realizing. “It's really cool, though. You're gonna like it,” He says with a grin.

If that was supposed to ease your curious mind, it does the exact opposite. A place he was sure you were going to like? How would he know? Talked for seven days straight, but that's only one week. Do you really know what someone likes after one week?

Hoseok's quiet the entire car ride, a small smile playing on his lips as he drives. You're too busy striking out possible date locations to make any conversation, so the soft sound of his music is the only noise that fills the car. He's humming along to the beat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, hair being swept by the wind. He's something out of a movie, it's hard to really focus on anything else.

Ten whole minutes pass of you shamelessly admiring his profile before he's shoving the car into park. “We're here,” Arms stretched out in front of him and your eyes squint, figuring you're missing something. “Where's here?” You're asking when you can't find the answer for yourself.

Hoseok lets out a small laugh, hand reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. “You gotta get out to see it,” He's at your door seconds later, pulling it open and offering his hand out to you. Which you take, allowing him to pull you from the warmth and into the night wind. With his fingers laced with yours, he leads you away from the car.

You were standing on a cliff and the closer you get to the edge, the prettier it gets. Lights from the city below twinkling, but it looks so quiet. “You can see everything up here,” His fingers are still laced with yours, forgotten between you. “Right. I like to come here sometimes and just look,” Even with the endless conversation the two of you shared throughout the week, there were still quite a few things you didn't know about him.

Like the fact that he had a spot or the reason, he felt like he needed one in the first place. “How come you wanted to have our date here?” Aren't spots supposed to be private? Wouldn't showing you where he goes to 'just look', take away from that?

All at once, he's becoming all too aware with the warmth of your hand in his. The small tingle he feels throughout his palm that he had done a good job at ignoring up until now. It's the reason he's wiggling his fingers from your grasp and shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans.

He's plopping down on the rock with a thud, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like bringing you here. So I did.” He's trying to be cool and you're not too sure why. There's a code in his words that isn't at all hard to read. He wanted to bring you here, let you in on a piece of him and no matter how nonchalant he tried to act about it, that's what it was.

So you're lowering yourself to sit beside him. From his pocket, he's pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and tucking it between his lips. He's quick with lighting it, taking his time with inhaling. “I don't really go on dates like that, you know. I mean, I do... but I don't. When I take girls out, it's like a gratuity, you know? But, I like talking to you and I wanted to show you something cool too. So I brought you here,”

His free hand rests on the ground behind you, inadvertently pulling your body closer to his. “Do you like it?” There's a bit of hopefulness in his voice that's hard to miss.

You're smiling brightly up at him, nodding your head to rid him of any confusion. “I like it. It's really pretty. Thank you for showing it to me,” Just your smile was enough to have the flutter starting up in his chest, but the way you talked to him? He'd turn into a blubbering fool if he wasn't careful.

He extends his hand, wordlessly offering the smoke out to you. And you're assuming that he just wants you to hold it for a second, so you pluck it from his fingers. And wait. He's snorting out a laugh at the patient look on your face. “You gonna hit it or...?”

“Oh! Uhm... no?” He's quick with pulling it from your fingers at the rejection, no desire to waste anything. “Why not? Are you like a good girl or something?” He teases, words coming through a cloud of smoke.

You're letting out a scoff, eyes rolling at his words. “No. I'm an athlete. My body is my most important instrument. Which includes my lungs,” He's bursting out laughing at the snootiness hidden in your tone. A loud laugh contagious laugh that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.

“Well, excuse me,” He speaks through your dying laughter.

With his arm resting behind you, you're naturally leaning into his side. The calm of the night and having him so close has a warm feeling settling in your chest, so much so that it's hard to contain the smile that has spread onto your features. Sitting in comfortable silence and watching the city below and it doesn't feel weird.

Content with just being around him and that's something you've never felt before. Whether or not he was feeling it too was lost on you, his focus on moving the blunt to and from his lips, a cloud of smoke forming above your heads.

“You see that greenish building?” You're pointing a little ways ahead of you. He has to lean forward and squint to see what you're referring to but nods once he spots it. “That's my middle school,” Punctuating your words with a grin up at him.

His fingers move to flick his scraps into the window, his body moving closer to you now that his focus wasn't split. “What was Middle School Yn like?” His free hand fidgets with the pebbles on the other side of his body, the other resting over your shoulder.

“Middle School Yn?” You repeat with a laugh, head tilting to the side as you're brought back to what you were like in middle school. Nothing like how you've turned out. “She was... different?” You're laughing again, planning on leaving it at that.

But, he's got this expectant look on his face, waiting for you to go on. So you do. “I kept to myself mostly, didn't have many friends. Not nearly as confident as I am now. I read a lot and did my homework. That's it,” He doesn't seem shocked or even surprised by the fact that you weren't always this popular magazine cut-out creation of yourself.

He doesn't even bat an eye, simply nodding at your words. “So you were a little nerdy?” His words don't come out in the rude unconvinced way that you've heard before when showing your past yearbooks. It's more like he's trying to get an image of what you looked like back than despite anything else.

“You could say that,” He's nodding, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Cute. Middle School me would've had the biggest crush on you.” Hoseok speaks as if it's just another fact like his words don't have a flutter shooting through your chest.

And with how sure he was that you two would've hit it off in middle school, you can't help but become curious. “What were you like back then?” You try to picture what a younger version of him would look like. How he'd act. Probably still cool, unbothered by most things that would usually send kids into a rage.

Your imagination doesn't get too far before he's answering. “I was a bit of a hothead... always wanted to fight someone. I was sensitive and emotional, so I argued a lot with whoever. I had a ton of friends, though. But looking, they were probably just afraid of not being my friend.” He laughs so you offer up a small giggle.

Your hand had been mindlessly resting on his thigh before, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric of his jeans as he speaks. “So why do you think you'd have a crush on me?” From the way he described himself, it seemed like you two wouldn't even sit by each other – let alone be close enough that he'd develop a crush.

He's shrugging at your words, an action that you've quickly realized is his favorite. A way to give off nonchalance, but looking close enough it's not hard to detect the light blush that dusts over his cheeks. “You said you were quiet. I think I would've liked being around you. Listening to you talk... like now,” His arm drops from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, using his grip to pull you closer to him.

“Think if I met you then or now, I'd still be into the way you smile... or the pretty way you roll your eyes when you're trying to act annoyed. And yeah, just you.” His hand reaches for yours in his lap, loosely twisting your fingers with his. “Any version of me would like you,” It's so soft, you're not sure if that last part was meant for you to hear.

His eyes are focused out in front of you, not even slightly looking like someone that just confessed. So you ignore it, summing it up as a slip of the tongue. You don't comment, but that doesn't stop the butterflies from taking over your stomach.

All at once, you're being met with the undeniable urge to kiss him. Just to see what it feels like. Throw out the self-proclaimed challenge you set for yourself because Arya was probably wrong. You've spent the entire night with the guy, he cheered you on from the crowd, brought you to his spot, and now this... unconscious confession. The fact that he liked you was on his mind so much that he was saying it without even realizing it.

You found it extremely hard to think someone like that would have the wrap sheet he was given. Or, maybe he did in the past... but with you it was different. Why else would he take you here, invite you into his space and talk to you the way that he has if it wasn't anything different? Right?

Right.

So before you can talk yourself out of it, you're tilting your head to the side to face him. “It's pretty here, huh?” Voice much softer now, you've taken control of the fiddling of fingers. Twisting yours around him and occasionally brushing your nails against his skin. It's subtle enough to be taken lightly but just enough to leave his skin tingling.

He's quick to pick up on your change of demeanor, brows raising in slight surprise, but he doesn't say anything. In fact, he's following your lead, leaning his body in closer to yours. “Mhm. Quiet too, nobody really comes over here,” His fingers tug at the belt loops in your jeans, tongue pushing out to wet his lips.

“That's good,” Your breath brushes against his lips as you speak, eyes dropping to his lips. He doesn't say anything else, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp just so he can spread his palm on the side of your neck. And then his lips are crashing down onto yours, hand holding your head in place.

Hoseok kisses you slowly at first, mouth molding with yours. But it's not long before he's brushing his tongue over your lips, testing the waters before he's plunging in. Fingers pressed into his jeans, you try to keep your head from spinning as his tongue pushes against yours. He tastes earthy... but a little sweet. It's intoxicating.

With two hands planted firmly on your hips, he's easily lifting you onto his lap. The movement so fast it's forcing you to break the kiss, a squealed laugh breaking the kiss. Which he meets with a wide grin, reaching to push your hair from your face. Slowly, he drags the tips of his fingers over your jawline, until he's holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I really like your lips,” He says through a groan, leaning in to cover your mouth with his once more. Hands dropping to cover the curve of your ass, pushing your body further up on his lap so your hips collide. You can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your thigh and it takes everything in you not to grind your hips forward.

The feeling of his cool hands slipping underneath your sweater has a shiver running down your spine. Body reacting to the way his fingers climb up your skin, grazing over the underwire of your bra. His teeth tug at your lower lip and you feel the twitch of his cock hardening as his hands slide underneath.

Your slow with pulling back, not fully wanting to pull away – but knowing if you didn't stop now you wouldn't be able to convince yourself later on. It's cute, though, the way his lips chase yours as you put distance between the two of you. When he's not tasting the peach of your lip gloss, his eyes flutter open.

Two large hands resting over your breasts, cheeks matching the color of his eyes. “You don't want to?” He looks genuinely confused, like someone not wanting to sleep with him right away was some foreign concept. Still, he's pulling his hands from the inside of your shirt, resting them behind him.

“Not yet,” He nods, glossy lips spreading into a smile. “Okay,” He leans up to press a reassuring kiss to your nose before he's sliding you off of his lap. And then, without missing a beat he's saying. “I bet I can name more constellations than you,” Completely wiping away any possibility of an awkward moment rising.

Challenging you with a smirk on his face and the comfortable atmosphere you had been in before is quickly returning. “Yeah, okay.” He's stretched out on the ground so he can look at the sky properly and you're quick to lower yourself beside him.

And just like that, you're pointing out clusters of stars, laughing at the ridiculous names that you come up with. Your head pressed to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. You don't even notice as the hours tick by.

— you’re just his type. so it’s no surprise when all of his time and effort goes into making you his. though, they’ve always said… you only want it because you can’t have it.

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[silverrstarrr]

◇Headcanons of modern AU of Eren.

Warning: weed, drugs, nsfw(this comes when he hit high-school/university)

Primary school-Middle school ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

• Im sorry but Eren seems like the kid who was musty as hell.

• The kids around him would ask, "who's musty bro?" And then they'll sniff everyone and say its Eren. But I mean, they're only kids and they're not so big on hygiene.

• When people would accused him of being the one who's musty, he'll be so pissed off and get defensive. "what the HELL?! I'm not the one who stinks.😡"  just imagine how aggressive he sounds.

• Eren later on realizes he stinks and doesn't want to be made fun- starts putting on deodorant, yk yk.

• In middle school, he was pretty popular but he didn't know it. Despite his little anger issues at times, he's really sweet and outgoing and pleaseee don't get me started on his little smileeee. Most likely girls fell for his smile.

• Most likely he used to the term "the boys 🥶❗🤙" during middle school as well 😭 Especially when like girls wanted to hang out with him or he'll tell his mom this when she wanted him to do something.

• He really liked hanging out with Mikasa and Armin. I feel as if they would go to parks and find things, bugs, watch animals etc. Mikasa would tag along as a supervisor lmao.

OKAY TIME FOR HIGH SCHOOL EREN

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• During his freshman year, he was not popular at all. I feel as if he stayed with Mikasa and Armin a lot- he didn't really talk to a lot of people. Cause yk, freshman new people new things but Jean and the others(I feel like Connie and sasha would be popular for being stupid asf 😭)  kinda got them popular

• Later on he gets really popular and a bunch of girls start talking to him. I feel as if he's a flirt but doesn't realize it until he sees you all flustered or smiling a lot.

• Most definitely he started smoking in his Junior year of high school.

• Eren would smoke weed, vape, hit blunts, I don't think he's the type to eat edibles a lot. But maybe there's a test, he'll pop one right before. He would do gravity bings blunts and glass bongs and he would roll his blunts himself and occasionally buy them wrapped.Most people knows he smokes. He's not the best with keeping it down-low, especially when he's smoking with Jean.

• His smoke circle? Most definitely, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Annie, and Armin. Mikasa would just be there yk.

• Eren is greedy with his weed, it depends on the person for him to share. Most likely he'll share with you ;)

• Eren most DEFINITELY flirts with you when he's high, he'll get really close to your face and would be smiling like an idiot- flattering you with compliments.

• Jean finds this annoying and would flirt with you before Eren could(just to piss him off).

• If you're a beginner, he'll purposely give you a fat ass blunt and laugh his ass while he sees you cough for 5 minutes.

• OR he'll give you an edible(that has a high dosage) and watch you complain about it not hitting. "Eren, are you sure this works? I don't rea—" bam it hits and you end up tripping up the stairs while eren is just Busting up laughing cause he's high asf too.

• Maybe you're experienced? Eren would smoke with you alllll the time. Or he'll invite you to smoke with Armin and them.

• He blows smoke in your face.

• He's the type of get horny when he smokes, so he may get touchy with you. But doesn't get any further cause, I mean PEOPLE ARE AROUND?? LOOL.

UNIVERSITY EREN.

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• Still smokes. I forgot to mention this but I dont think Eren is that smart? Don't get me wrong, when he puts his mind to it- work hard, he can get things done and pretty well. But he doesn't get things right on the first try/time like Armin and Mikasa does. He'll need a little bit more explaining to.

• Some how got into the same university with the rest of the gang

• HE GOES TO PARTIESSS, LIKE PARTIESSS.

• He's not a light drinker but I feel as if he'll be too busy making out with girls than putting his lips on a red cup, drinking up.

• Most of the time, he'll approach you if he never seen you before. Or maybe he's seen you once or twice on campus and wants to slide in ykk.

• When you guys meet, most likely he's slightly high.

• You guys hit off automatically, he's just naturally charming and he's attractive.

• Maybe after when you guys get to know each other more, he'll ask to come over to your dorm.

• This can 1 or 2 ways, y'all just have fun or you guys make out and fuck.

• Half of the time when he comes over, he' smoking in your dorm.  Of course he asks if he cans but you allow him to.

• As I said before, when he's high- he's hella touchy and horny. So be prepare for him coming up behind you, grabbing your waist and kissing all over your neck. Leaving small hickies here and there.

• He most definitely convinced you to get LD lights.

• Eren thinks it sets the mood and plus he likes it when he smokes(most likely they're on red duhh).

• He also plays music in the back as he's smoking in your room. It's not too loud, you guys are able to hear each other talk at least. (He'll play chill RnB, or chase Atlantic, blackbear, Brent faiyaz, Travis Scott, Don Tolliver. But I see him listening to chase Atlantic mostly. )

• Depends on if you smoke or not, Eren would make out with you with smoke in his mouth. He thinks its hot and it is

• Eren would like for you to sit on his lap, (facing him or not)

• His hand slips under your shirt and start playing with your breasts. In response you start grinding against his cock, which he'll end up moaning in your ear and BOOYYY WOULD THAT GET YOU HYPED UP.

• 9/10 you'll end up topping him because he gets needy.

• When he's coming down from his high, he wants to cuddle with you or have your fingers running through his hair. He'll get bitchy if you stop.

SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG, I LOVE THIS MAN TOO MUCH.

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Bonus:

• You know how LD lights bring in bugs right? You'll be yelling for him to kill it and he does but what he does next?😭 he'll grab a tissue clean it up the corpse and chase you around with the dead bug.

• for me, I know my ass would run and be yelling for him to stop and most likely he'll mock you: "eren stooopp"

[444tsumu]

HAPPY 100 MARS!!!/&/&: AHHH! okay so i’d love a tier three if you didn’t mind! i wanted to know which 3 characters would smoke ouid and what you think smoking with them would be like? ily tysm!

▭ WHICH CHARACTERS SMOKE WEED?

includes matsukawa, hanamaki, suna

warnings drug use, explicit content, doing things under the influence, implied sexual content, slight nsfw.

authors note lol ik some people don’t like the whole “w*ed” and dr*g use hc but it’s all fiction and based on my own personal opinion (: i don’t mean to offend anyone lol i smoke too <3

This is a long one, beware <3 also it’s also my dream blunt rotation LMAO

                          𖥻 MATSUKAWA, ISSEI !

definitely the philosophical stoner

always has a question or an answer

depends on how much he’s smoked though

eyes get really red and he looks really hot

prefers backwoods over regular papers

always smoked regular papers though bc woods are bad for you (:

does that thing where they lick the paper and look at you at the same time

the hottest man smoking ever god please

always makes sure to have you sitting on his left so that he passes it to you first

loves smoking people out

doesn’t really care if you put in money or not

if issei is around, everyone is getting high

smokes makki’s unemployed ass out like everyday lmao

loves to hotbox

lights you up for the first time and tries to get you into another galaxy

“if you’re gonna get high, at least do it right”

definitely funny as fuck when he’s high

always definitely ready to fuck

very touchy when he’s high

will hold on to you for a long time and forget he’s doing it

but if you make him let go he genuinely feels the skin contact nearly rip off

calm down mattsun your possessiveness is showing

tries to explain all the different types to you but forgets mid sentence

literally cannot formulate a single structured thought

definitely leans in to make out with you more than once

loves shotgunning with you

already lazy but when he’s zooted he’s UNBEARABLE

he really does wanna fuck but ends up smoking too much with you because you played chicago and forgot

doesn’t really get hungry for food but munchies?

ate all of the snacks

has no remorse for his actions either

stares into the deep nothing for like 10 minutes

just to snap out of it and look around suspiciously

“do you guys hear that….?”

“…..no?”

“………..the paint is screaming at me?”

ok buddy don’t ruin this for everyone else

knows how to french & ghost inhale

has argued with makki many times over the earth being flat

doesn’t really think it’s flat

ends up believing it is after makki told him the world was actually dome shaped

has a grinder shaped like a dragon ball

not a peer pressuring kinda guy but thinks everyone should get high at least once

definitely gets iwa and oikawa to try

loves getting oikawa high cause he thinks the guy is fucking hilarious

laughs at everything

just a great guy, especially when he starts smoking

falls into a weed coma and doesn’t wake up for like 3 days though

treats it like it’s a regular hangover

definitely falls asleep with his entire body on top of you and no remorse for the weight

says “i’m fried” and isn’t embarrassed about it for whatever reason

he’s hot so no one judges him

                      𖥻 HANAMAKI, TAKAHIRO !

definitely a comedian when he’s high

always the funniest guy in the room

when him and mattsun are together though?

undefeated

him and issei both smoked for the first time together

after that though?

they became unstoppable

don’t get me started with after volleyball season ended

prefers bongs because he thinks he looks cooler lmao

everyone assumes makki is high but they don’t know he actually gets high

offers to smoke you out cause you’re hot lmao

makes fun of you when you cough

even though he still coughs

hates hotboxing because he can’t handle it

but refuses to pussy out so he’s always the first one to agree

in his own words

“my mother didn’t raise no bitch”

makki please

ideal smoking partner

is one of those people that fuck the passing rotation up because he refuses to pass it to anyone but you

secretly does it because he doesn’t want anyone else’s lips touching yours

prefers to smoke with just his close friends but doesn’t mind a session

doesn’t like shotgunning cause he starts thinking his breath smells bad

gives in anyways because he doesn’t want you doing it with anyone else

loves when you put your legs on him

the pressure gives him chills

makes jokes 24/7 because he likes hearing you laugh

can’t french inhale but mattsun taught him how to ghost inhale and he hasn’t stopped since

takes videos of himself cause he thinks he looks cool

realizes he looks like a fucking idiot but fuck it we ball

falls into a weed coma with his head on your lap and his phone unlocked and still on

does that thing where he lights it up with it in his mouth and looks really fucking hot while doing so

has a breaking bad rick & morty rolling tray and is really proud of it

gets really into music when he’s high

will sing along to all the songs while he’s packing the bong

as i repeat

looks hot while doing so

definitely a hungry high

orders food before you even get to ask

“makki, want some snacks?”

“oh nah it’s cool, i already ordered mcdonald’s”

“????? we just finished smoking????”

prefers smoking over drinking but will do both when he wants to go big or go home

eyes get really low

talks kinda slow but really deep and it’s fucking hot

laughs by throwing his head back and it’s really cute

gets cold when he’s high

it doesn’t matter the season

he gets fucking cold and it makes no sense

so he’ll need your body heat to warm himself up (;

                            𖥻 SUNA, RINTAROU !

a confused high

no doubt about it

this man never knows what the fuck is going on

ik everyone complains about the stoner!suna hc

but i think it’s fucking hot lmao

always has like 2 blunts rolled and on him at all times

is one of those people that will use any excuse to do it

“……(sighs) i’m gonna go take a smoke break.”

“suna we just got here??”

“exactly”

likes joints and edibles the best

not much of a hungry high or munchie high

but he hyperfixates on a certain food and will eat it until there is nothing left

ate an entire pack of gum in one sitting before

definitely watches cartoons the minute he starts to feel the buzz

rarely talks unless to pass it to you or make a single joke that has you about to pee yourself

he doesn’t say much but when he does?

the man leaves an impact

hates smoking with other people

doesn’t like when they fuck his blunt/joint up

hates smoking joints rolled by other people unless he watches them do it

always complains when you ask to smoke with him but secretly loves it

shotguns with you and acts like nothing just happened

hello sir how dare you make me fall inlove like that

forgets everything so don’t try to say anything important to him

zones out because he’s too busy imagining fucking

but then forgets about fucking and starts thinking about what’s on the tv

can’t hold a conversation but will go in-depth as to why spongebob squarepants was more than just a sponge

“no you need to listen to me, patrick star is much more than just his best friend—”

“….rin what the fuck are you talking about?”

“you’re asking me like i know? pass the blunt.”

definitely got into smoking in high school but didn’t actually do it like that until college

lies on his drug tests lmao

smokes after every win as a celebration and smokes after ever loss as a reliever

lmao seek help sir

definitely tries to get you to take your shirt off when he’s in the moment

swears it’s because he’s doing you a favor but really just loves how you look in his clothes when he’s high

doesn’t really know when to stop because he’s never greened out before

all his supplies is a simple shade of black

he’s a simple man

can do all the smoke tricks

but won’t do it in front of anyone cause he hates when people point it out

likes hotboxing because it gets him higher faster

is actually friends with the guy he gets weed from lmao

his perfect date with you was that one time you guys stood home and did nothing but smoke and watch family guy

tears up every time he thinks about it

has a picture of himself with two blunts in his mouth and his eyes really red and it’s really fucking hot

giggles even though he tries not to

uses pens when he can’t physically have weed on him

doesn’t really like it because the pen high makes him knock out after a few pulls

once rin falls into a weed coma???

don’t even think about trying to contact him cause that man might as well be dead

doesn’t wake up to save his own damn life

you can smack him and the most he’d do is probably groan and turn his head lmao