#sticky buds weed

[sour-alien]

[bakerj-444]

home grown blueberry muffin 🫐🍃

[cupidsintern]

its so hot im gettin the california stickies

[wintersera]

heatstroke || omega!winter x alpha!reader

notes: i’m back after a long ass time HIII saw these pics and i had to cook something up really quick… like lord, PLEASE LORD TAKE THE WHEEL

cw: omegaverse, g!p reader, alpha reader, omega minjeong, breeding kink, biting. one mention of weed

wc: 2.9k

it’s the third day in a row where minjeong invited you over to her house in the countryside. blades of grass rustling in the late afternoon breeze while the sun still beamed brightly in the cloudless sky.

you sat outside the house, sitting on the cool wooden porch as you stared out into the distance, contemplating the last minute choice of staying over at your friends house.

this week's forecast showed a constant 35 degrees celsius and above— 95 fahrenheit and above if you’re american, across the board. the humidity didn’t help either. it felt suffocating to even move around given that the humidity felt like it had raised the temperature up way more than it should have.

you would hate it less if there were ac, but since you were staying over in her small traditional house, you had no other choice than to deal with the excruciating sun rays beaming down on your exposed skin.

sat in a simple thin tank top and short shorts, you lift up the fabric of your top, flapping it around to generate some sort of cool breeze.

as sweat dripped down your face, minjeong appeared behind you, also dripping with salty sweat down from her forehead all the way to her chin “here” she tossed you a cold beer without much care. she knew you’d catch it anyway.

“didn’t you say your fridge broke down?” the cold metal pressed against your nape felt blissful in these times. you rubbed the can all over your body before it unfortunately warmed up from both your body temperature and because of how you were sitting out in the blistering sun.

“i ran over to the vending machine down the street” minjeong sat fairly far away from you on the porch. not because she didn’t like being near you, but because somehow you were quite literally a walking heater “there was a whole line of people” the girl chuckled, popping open the can she got for herself “almost all the drinks ran out, it was crazy y/n. you should’ve seen the old lady scolding this guy for buying, like, ten drinks”

the burn of the alcohol slid down your throat. it almost sort of tasted sweet in a way, but still, it was beer, and beer was annoyingly bitter on your taste buds “i’d honestly do the same if i was there” though it was downright disgusting, the slight coldness made you chug the entire can in one go “why are you wearing that big ass long sleeved shirt, minjeong?”

“i told you~” the shorter girl whined “the electricians won’t be coming soon, so it fucked up the neighbourhood and no one has working outlets anymore”

“you don’t have any spare clothes laying around then? might as well take it off”

“yeah, no i don’t…and no, y/n. i’m not taking it off” she retorted back with an attitude “oh crap, i almost forgot to give you this” minjeong laid down to reach her bag, conveniently having stored a few ice packs in there, and took out two pre packaged ice cream cones. one strawberry, and one plain vanilla.

“yours is definitely vanilla, right?” knowing her tastes, your hand instinctively reached out for the strawberry flavoured ice cream cone. due to the heat, the cream had leaked a little bit out from the wrapper, but i guess that was to be expected anyway.

minjeong nodded, her back still against the now warm wood of the porch, unwrapping the ice cream and taking a few kitten licks.

the both of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, watching the birds fly around whilst the cicadas buzzed loudly in the background.

“ah—“ minjeong’s little squeak caught your attention briefly, then you were back to watching the birds fly around in the sky. a few pigeons and crows flying by, nothing too out of the ordinary.

“nooo~ i’m all sticky now” you take a glance once more, then your attention returned back to the blue sky, spacing out all over again, but before you could even utter anything snarky about minjeong dropping her ice cream on herself, your head whipped around to do a double take. melted ice cream stained her last clean shirt she had, with no other choice she had to deal with the sticky fabric or just take the whole thing off.

for a second, your eyes caught a spot dribbling down her fingers and onto her wrists. her plump lips parted open for her tongue to dart out. cheeks reddened at the sight of her licking the melted… white cream…

“you know you could—“

“i’m not taking it off. it’s too embarrassing” she definitely could, after all it wouldn’t bother you all too much. you’ve seen people naked. it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“eh… too lazy to move” whilst sprawled out on the floor, her hand pulled up her shirt a little more “ahh~ that feels so much better” toned midriff exposed to the golden sun rays, the reflective light bouncing off her smooth and silky skin.

“whatever floats your boat, i guess” actually, maybe this was bothering you a little more than you had anticipated.

besides the outrageous heat, there was another issue you had that was on your mind.

although you were long term friends with minjeong, probably since you met her in highschool, you had always told her, and the people around you, that you were a full fledged beta. nothing more, nothing less.

god knows how she would react if she had found out you were a pure blooded alpha.

speaking of… you began to feel a little strange “mmm… something smells nice” images of minjeong flashed in your mind. her exposed milky thighs, that oversized shirt she pulled up to show her huggable waist and tummy, melted ice cream on the corner of her lips, and how she was so vulnerable sprawled out across the floor.

shit. oh shit… she looked way too good. so good that you could easily pick her up and do whatever you want with that petite and fragile body of hers.

before you knew it, your cock started to strain against your shorts. uncomfortable, you shifted as you sat in a less revealing manner, taking the ice cream to your lips to calm the heat rushing to your face.

now is not the time for an unexpected rut. fuck. “i’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick” it took a lot of mental strength to avoid gazing at minjeong… a lot of mental strength considering you were covering up your horrendously hard dick as you rushed past her.

“where… where is it—“ usually you had a couple rut suppressants laying around in your pockets, if not, then your bags. and if it wasn't in either, you’d run to the local pharmacy to buy a fresh set of both suppressants and scent blockers. but unlucky you had to be in the middle of the fuckass countryside with a pharmacy that sells neither.

minjeong’s scent was getting stronger, heavier. a pinch of spiced apples wafted into the bathroom unexpectedly. intoxicating. it wasn’t like she was in heat, that’s if your scent didn’t occupy her nostrils by now.

to distract your mind from plunging further into the pit of no return, or rather fantasising about plunging into minjeong’s soft thighs to bury your face right into her pussy, a cold splash of water to your face would do the trick. hopefully.

the faucet was pretty much shut tight, and living in the city for pretty much your whole entire life, you would rather stay hot and bothered— both ways, than to go out and douse yourself with cold water from the hose.

defeated, you walk with your imaginary tail between your legs, eyes averted from minjeong as you sit somewhere else in her house. preferably the furthest room away from where she was laying down.

minjeong, however, followed behind you “do you smell something weird? it smells like cedarwood and a little bit of tobacco” you froze in place for a second. maybe you should straight up tell her the truth. better off than losing your composure and submitting to your instincts in front of her.

she sat close to you despite the suffocating heat. being this close in proximity… her scent was stronger than ever. your cock throbbed in your shorts as she inspected you with curious eyes, her concentrated face wrangling in more indecent thoughts as the seconds flew by “must be someone smoking a blunt out there…” you gulped nervously.

what an obvious lie you told. she rolled her eyes at you, lightly hitting you across the shoulder with a small, amused laugh “we’re in south fucking korea, y/n. i doubt someone is openly smoking weed out in the streets” which was true god damn it.

heart drumming loudly in your chest, your eyes zeroing in on minjeong’s body, every shred of composure seemed to crumble once she checked your temperature with her shockingly cold hands “don’t…” you huff, grabbing her wrists gently “i’m okay”

“you don’t seem okay. you’re showing signs of heatstroke” to be honest, that might be the case as well, but you doubt it was heatstroke given the fact that you were obviously flustered and hot by her sudden approach “crap, and almost everything in this house is broken— y/n, come here”

“mmm…” without any access to cold water, and the cold drinks already gone alongside the ice cream, you had no choice but to suffer in silence. that is until minjeong pulled on the ends of your top. again, that rich spiced apple scent…

“take it off, it’ll be cooler for you” seeing her tiny hands on your top, sliding it off gently with her glossy eyes carefully wandering all over you shattered your last wall of composure.

you rolled minjeong over the futon mattress, her puppy dog eyes staring holes into your face “y-your scent. it’s just way too strong, minjeong” without further ado, you dived into minjeong’s neck, breathing in her delicious scent as you nudged your covered bulge against her clothed pussy.

“i knew it” a soft moan escaped from her lips, the friction between the two of you becoming hotter and hotter with each grind of your hips “you’re way too obvious”

“shut up…” the sliding door was still open to the outside, it would be risky to carry on what you were doing, especially knowing how your scent was particularly stronger in comparison to other alphas. but really, who cares? “is this even okay with you?” albeit concerned, your teeth still grazed her neck gently, kissing and sucking her skin in a way to not so permanently mark her up.

“why else do you think— mmm… that i’ve been inviting you around so often. just… hurry up. you’re triggering my heat” her words alone made you ecstatic. to be fair, you were pent up lately. you continued to rut into her, holding up her thighs as your bulge was threatening to burst through your shorts. in due time, slick began to drip from her hole, dampening both your shorts and her panties.

“can i let loose?” you were already sliding off her panties, following the removal of yours straight after. minjeong’s legs spread wide open for you, her pretty pink folds slathered with her slick, and her puffy clit that looked so sensitive to touch. she stared right into your eyes and gave you a nod of approval.

you manage to push yourself all the way inside of her tight pussy, molding her walls to accommodate the size of your girthy cock. minjeong wrapped her arms around your neck, her nails digging deep and breaking the skin on your back, only making you push as deep as you can in return. her wetness made your entry much easier than you had thought. she just looked way too tiny to take your entire length. this girl was just full of surprises.

sooner or later you would give into your biological urges, and so would minjeong. you could feel it now actually. the primal desire to breed her until she would bear your pups, the need to mark her, to make her yours. you could feel your rationality being thrown out the window, replaced by pure animalistic lust “je..jesus christ, so fucking thick…”

minjeong tried to gather what was left of her scattered thoughts into coherent sentences, but the way your cock filled her up rendered her speechless. you hadn’t moved at all, and yet she was digging her claws into your back as if you were slamming your hips into her.

“i haven’t even moved yet” you chuckled, moving your hips slowly to test the waters. her warmth coated your entire length, feeling as you were melting by simply being inside of her.

testing the waters was not enough for you, you craved for more. a rougher and faster pace would suffice, but you didn’t know if minjeong could handle you that well. after all, the two of you never fucked before.

no, it really wasn’t enough. you had to fuck her hard whether or not she was prepared “gonna… go rough” hands on each side of her waist, using her body, you pushed and pulled her onto your cock. you met with each thrust, burying your tip further and further inside with as much vigour as humanly possible.

buried between the crook of her neck, your lips feverishly pecked at her skin once again, savouring the salty taste of her sweat on the tip of your tongue all while inhaling her addictively sweet and rich scent. all for you to keep for yourself.

on the other hand, minjeong was fairly inexperienced. her thighs began to slowly close, but with your strong grip, you kept them wide open for you to easily slide in and out of her pussy “mi…njeong” you call out to her as you push down on her tummy, locking eyes with the teary eyed girl “g-get on top of me”

you leaned back onto the futon mattress, straightening minjeong’s back as she straddles your lap. the position you were in made it possible to go as deep as minjeong wanted to go, but that didn’t mean she was in control.

“s’too… too big” strings of slick dripped down her thigh, pooling onto your pelvis. you paid no mind to the mess, rather, you encouraged it even further by toying with her overly sensitive clit “f-fu..ck— oh my god, y/n”

every moan urged you to play with her more. not one, but two fingers rubbed circles against her clit, collecting her slick time to time before going back in to do the same motions. it was a win-win situation. each circular motion caused her to clamp down hard on your cock.

but still, it wasn’t enough for either of you.

changing position for possibly the last time, minjeong laid flat on her stomach, as you pound her pussy from behind. with each thrust, the sounds of your hips smacking into her ass sounded throughout the room, and possibly bleeded out onto the empty streets of the village, disrupting the neighbourhood with your moaning and groaning, and minjeong’s cries of pleasure too.

poor minjeong couldn’t speak properly. words she wanted to moan, came out as garbled nonsense, cries and whines too as your relentless rhythm fucked her until she couldn’t even think properly anymore.

at this point, the room was steaming. the scent of you and her mingling with the sweat formed from the intensive heat outside, and the heat generated between the both of you. to say the least, the room reeked of sex.

messy and rough sex.

seconds into kissing her nape, you could feel the tightening of minjeong’s cunt restrict the movement of your thrust, making it a lot more difficult to catch your high, yet somehow the grip brought you closer towards the limit.

now, you could see minjeong clawing into her mattress, scratching the fabric that held all the foam together. her breath became jagged, grunting and groaning harshly till her voice became hoarse with how much she was calling out your name.

“god… i’m gonna— fuck, y/n i’m cumming, i’m gonna cum” claws ripping the linen fabric of the mattress, minjeong lets out a high pitched whimper, her body convulsing as you thrust relentlessly into her.

quickly, your sharp canines sank into her nape by instinct as she came, lessening the pain for marking and replacing it with searing hot pleasure.

still, with you still raring to go, you kept on going until you couldn’t last much longer either. your grip of minjeong’s ass as you pounded harshly into her overstimulated pussy was the final straw. your knot swelled eventually, locking the two of you in place as thick strings of semen poured into her, filling her up to the brim.

laid on top of minjeong, your breath slows, and so does hers “s-sorry… i didn’t mean to claim you” you say, yet your actions speak otherwise, inhaling in her scent to calm yourself down from the intensive orgasm “it’s kind of your fault though. teasing me with that ice cream and that shirt”

“to be honest, i just wanted to see how far you’d stick with that whole beta persona” minjeong huffed into the pillow, stroking your arm as your knot began to lessen, semen now oozing out from her hole “so worth it actually…”

“yeah, but now you’re gonna bear my pups now…” you huff into her neck.

“so worth it” now that your knot began to shrink in size, minjeong turned around, gazing longingly into your eyes with a look you’ve never seen from her before “that just means that you’re gonna be stuck with me forever now, right?” she smirked, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“mmm, yeah i like that thought”

[star-writes-sometimes]

aftercare with fwb!thanos

c/w - aftercare so mentions of sex, drug use (marijuana), friends with benefits arrangement

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thanos’ body weight slumps against you, his cool sweaty chest snugly against yours. his nose nudges against your neck and you can hear him catching his breath. your legs are shaking slightly but you relax as his hands run along your skin.

he kisses your neck and groans quietly in your ear, “fuck, dude, you’re so sexy.”

you laugh and turn your head to face him, “you just finished fucking me and now you’re calling me dude?”

thanos smirks and uses one hand to hold himself above you. his other hand caresses your cheek, “‘cause it’s true,” he says simply, leaning down to kiss you lazily, “you are very very sexy, dude.”

you slap his arm lightly and laugh more, “shut up.”

his smile widens and he kisses you again, deeper this time but still unrushed. you moan softly and lift your head slightly to meet his lips properly.

he pulls away from you and pushes your hair out of your face. he smiles fondly at you before kissing your forehead and getting out of bed.

with more space on the bed you stretch and groan at the burning in your thigh muscles. you sit up against the headboard and try to smooth your hair out with your fingers.

two months ago you would never even consider hanging out with him alone, and being in his bed hadn’t crossed your mind. the only reason you were sort of friends with him was because of how many mutual friends you had. plus, he was always willing to share his weed or whatever other drug he was trying that week.

so when you realised you had run out of bud and your usual dealer was out of town, you knew it would be easier to tolerate thanos for a couple of hours rather than try and convince a new dealer to sell to you.

you didn’t even have his number, but after asking your friend for it, you texted him and explained the problem. you asked if you could buy a few grams off him and he was eager to invite you over.

your plan was to just give him the money, get the weed and be on your merry way. but he asked you to come in, asked if you would join him for a couple cones before leaving. it wasn’t in your plan to be half naked on his couch, moaning loudly while his face was buried in between your thighs but it just seemed to be how the night was destined to go.

he didn’t make you pay for the weed and he didn't ask for anything in return. he just gave you a small baggie of weed and one of the best orgasms of your life, then kissed you on the cheek and sent you on your way.

but now two months have passed and it’s impossible to say you don’t plan this anymore. you like him, way more than you ever thought you would. he’s a great fuck buddy and a surprisingly good friend. he’s different when you were alone together in his apartment but even when you hang out with all your friends you don’t find him as annoying as you used to.

thanos wanders back in the room, wearing boxers and carrying a few things. he kneels on the bed next to you and grins, “miss me, baby?”

“what happened to ‘dude’?” you ask playfully.

he shrugs and uses some tissues to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs, “you could be my baby dude,” he throws the soiled tissues on the nightstand carelessly and hands you one of his oversized tshirts, “or my dude baby.”

you scrunch your nose up and slip the shirt on, “no, thanks.”

“aw, c’mon toots. you usually love my nicknames.”

“toots isn’t great either.”

he smirks and leans in close to you, cupping your cheek in his hand, “don’t worry i know what you like to be called,” he teases, kissing along your neck, “my pretty girl.”

your thighs clench ever so slightly reminding you of the burn radiating through them. you groan softly and pout up at him, “thanos.”

“i’m sorry,” he grins and pulls away from you, pecking your lips as he does, “i’ll stop.”

you roll your eyes and sit up a bit more, “you’re mean.”

he moves to be sitting against the headboard next to you. he grabs a joint from the nightstand and lights it up. he blows the smoke out languidly, “you love it though.”

you huff and snatch the joint from him for yourself. he just laughs and throws an arm around you, manhandling you so you are resting against him. he grabs the remote and puts a cartoon on as background noise. 

you feel your body relax as you exhale and hand the joint back to him. you pull the blanket over both of you and snuggle into him. it’s peaceful like this. slow and sluggish in a way that makes you feel safe.

“now you’re being friendly,” he teases.

“shut up,” you whine.

“i love seeing you like this.”

“are you capable of being quiet?”

“still being mean to me but i know you love me.”

“says who.”

“well i don’t see you cuddling up to many people,” he says smugly and passes you the joint, “and you don’t like sharing joints.”

“well you’re the only person who has joint etiquette.”

“use all the excuses you want, princess, doesn’t change the facts.”

“you’re annoying. that’s a fact.”

“you didn’t have an excuse for the cuddling though. interesting.”

you stay silent for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. “you’re just comfy is all.”

“comfy?”

“yeah.”

he laughs and kisses your head. he pulls you impossibly closer to him, “that almost sounds like a compliment.”

you hum contently as he pulls you into an even comfier position. you take a long drag of the joint and give it back to him. “well. you’re not all bad.”

his smile grows wide and gasps dramatically, “well that is very high praise from you, baby.”

“yes, you should be very thankful.”

“i am.”

“good.”

it’s quiet for a few moments. thanos finishes the joint and discards the butt on the nightstand. his hands run along your skin, occasionally squeezing and pinching softly. it’s as if you are his own personal stress toy but you enjoy it, it’s comforting.

“stay the night?” he whispers, his hands stilling for a moment, “please.”

your body tenses up slightly at his request. even though you have done whatever this is over a dozen times now you haven’t stayed the night. you usually just share a couple smokes with him before ubering home.

but something about how soft this all is, how relaxed and peaceful he manages to make you feel has you nodding. you swear you can feel him relax even more as you nod and he kisses your forehead.

“good. i like having you here, princess,” he says with a grin, “you should stay forever.”

[skelly-words]

Witch's Garden Part 2

A couple ppl asked for this, so I made it real quick bc i'm not finished with anything else yet. This au was already cursed but now it's worse.

Go read Part 1 if you haven't already <3

tags- smut, tentacles/vines, ovi->hatching, aphrodisiac so non-con too? the witch is futa

wc- 1.2k

No minors, 18+ ONLY

The eggs kept warm in your pussy hatch several days before The Witch even remembers you're stuck in the rosehip bush. She needs shears to get you out. Even then, some of the vines encircling you have grown too strong and she doesn't bother cutting them. It's not worth the effort to totally free you, so she trims just enough to check your pulse and pry your trembling legs apart.

You whine as she stops you from rubbing your thighs together. Her eyes feel hot. You know she's staring at you even though you can't see it. Each egg has hatched into a thin tentacle, ending in a pulsing rosebud. The seedlings stretched and thickened, growing unnaturally fast. She could see your poor pussy could barely take it.

The plant doesn't have to feed you its sugary nectar so forcefully anymore. You slurp it off a dripping blossom whenever your mind gets a little too clear. It hangs above your lips, waiting for you to loll your tongue out and suck it off again. You're looking up but can't see the ceiling of the greenhouse through the vegetation. The Witch hasn't cut the vines milking your tits either, conveniently letting them continue to pinch and suck at your stiff nipples.

She lifts your hips up to prop you up on her thighs. It's difficult for you to make proper words, but you moan and buck weakly until she touches you. Her finger gently circles your slick entrance and loops up to your clit in a lazy figure-eight. The muscles in your cunt spasms and your thighs try to clamp shut on her hand, but her shoulders keep you spread open.

She settles her thumb on your clit, swirling around the button. Her other hand begins to pull out one of the tentacles. The first of many. It doesn't come free easily. The vine squirms in her grip in an attempt to rip free from her fingers.

You groan as the bloom slips out of you and she tosses it onto your stomach. It leaves stickiness in its wake, wriggling down your abdomen to latch its petals onto your clit. Her fingers dip back into your pussy to ease out the next seedling. Your mouth hangs open in a gasp as the pulsing vine massages your walls. The bud feeding you nectar takes advantage and shoves past your lips. You don't resist or complain, glad that it muffles all your whining.

The second vine winds itself around the others. It's firmly stuck inside you, using the knot of the other twisting tentacles as an anchor. You can feel them shift and rub on your insides. One of the buds still inside you is gently suctioned to your g-spot and it's making you see stars. The witch's grip tightens and she sits back on her heels to get the thing out. You're so wet. Pussy drooling down to gloss your puckered hole.

"Fuck," she grunts and finally, the vine pops free. "I should've pulled these weeds earlier."

You can feel her cock beneath her robes, twitching in frustration against your lower back. It throbs when you arch your spine to grind on it, hoping to tempt her into taking it out. A deep groan crawls from her throat as her hips rut weakly. She barely moves, but you can feel as the girthy outline of her dick drags between your asscheeks.

The newly freed vine twirls itself around her wrist. It stays, cuffing her arm as she yanks on another. The blossom on your clitty suckles and tugs until it's swollen. It gives a couple throbs of warning then you're cumming. Cream drips out of you as your cunt spurts juice down your legs. The vine loudly squelches when it comes loose. Your gaping hole flutters as the sensitive edges squeeze nothing.

You're given a couple seconds to catch your breath. She tentatively swipes the rosebud through your slit. A translucent film of your slick coats the head as she guides it down. The thing thrashes in her grip, fighting to dive back into your sloppy pussy. She tosses it aside and resumes her task.

She pulls over a dozen of those slippery vines out. The discarded seedlings take turns sucking your clit or putting hickeys on your skin. A couple of them wander a bit low and nose at your fluttering asshole. You're already lubed up for the eager buds. They slip in easily once their syrup starts to ooze down your skin. You grind on her cock the whole time. All your mess has soaked through the layers of her robes.

There are only a few vines left inside you, tucked so deep in your cunny that her fingers can't reach. She shoves her middle finger as deep as it can go and tries to coax one out. None of the tendrils take the bait, staying tightly coiled against your cervix.

You can feel them in your guts, rearranging as she presses a palm into the flesh of your tummy. That's all it takes for you to cum, adding more glaze to your inner thighs. She drags a finger through the middle to give it a try. And you taste sickeningly sweet. Laced with the same aphrodisiac that the rosehips keep pumping into you.

It makes her unfold the front of her robes and rub her palm over her flushed tip. She's so close to the edge, leaking a river of pre-cum from her cockhead. Her bottom lip is tucked under her incisors to keep her moans in. She quickly lines up her fat tip and thrusts in. Your pussy is greedy, taking every aching inch as she pushes her hips flush to the backs of your thighs.

Her cock barely pulls out before she's bullying it deeper into your oversensitive pussy. The vines still stuck curl tightly around her dick. They spiral to form thick ridges up the length. One of the tendrils winds higher, slipping out of you, and chokes her heavy balls. Her angry cock rams into you over and over as the tightness keeps her from cumming. If she were to pull out now, the starter plants would be successfully removed, but there's not much she can think about besides getting off. The tentacles must be intent on torturing her. They stroke her swollen shaft as she pounds into you, but never let a drop of cum spill out.

"Please, please, please." You hear The Witch whine, words slurring together as her thrusts get rushed and sloppy. She's desperate for her release.

Your legs start to go numb from being thrown around her shoulders for so long. She doesn't let up, using you until the vine that's edging her decides to loosen. Her cock pulses inside you before bursting.

Warm sticky semen pours into you, squeezed from her spurting tip as her hips snap forward. The vines finish milking her dry, filling you up with her own seed. She refuses to pull her dick out, plugging her cum inside with the fat knot of vines cinched around her base.

She keeps you like that for what feels like hours. Your cunt weakly clenching around her the whole time. She'd beaten it into a puffy mess and your short orgasms shoot through you like electric shocks. Two small blooms still plug your ass, butt staying stuffed even as she starts to twist and ease her cock out. Her opalescent spend comes out in gushes each time your muscles tens. The new propogations have all been removed and she lets them play with your pussy and tits some more as she clears the remaining vines.

A/N- masterlist if you want more of my work <3

[sugarbcnes]

— “well? dig in!” ★ MUNCHIES 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌

cw: loser + stoner ellie. mean gf femme reader. groping. pretty much just food play. praise. ellie is a messy bitch but a munch nevertheless. obvious wlw themes. weed. high key this is so unhygienic. heavily unedited. lowercase intended. drabble don’t like it? don’t read.

“y’so handsy.”

ellie looks like a dog. a desperate puppy with her mouth hanging open on a hot day.

her chin digs into your shoulder and her free hand that isn’t holding her messily-rolled joint is grabbing at your breast like they’re going to run away. they had already spilled from their black, lacy cups the second you leant back in between ellie’s thighs, allowing her fumbling hands to grasp what they needed to keep her grounded.

“ow!” you wince as she lands a particularly hard bite on your shoulder.

“sorry, baby,” she apologizes sheepishly, grinning lazily as her lashes flutter to shade her green eyes. they look up at you, red and hazy, “i’m hungry.”

“yeah,” you mumble, standing up and tossing your bra to the floor, “i can fucking tell.”

you waltz over to her fridge, feeling the way her eager eyes burn holes through your underwear.

you scoop up an assortment of ingredients, not really taking notice of them until they’re laid out on the coffee table, her bowl and papers pushed to the side.

you roll your eyes at the sight of her lazily laid back against the arm of her sofa. she props herself up on one arm, her jeans already unbuttoned and white tanktop riding up to reveal her wispy auburn happy trail.

her eyes widen as she spots the food on the table and she freezes for a moment.

“well?” you stand with your hands on your hips, “dig in!”.

yeah. ellie thought. i’m going to dig in, alright.

“lay down.”

you turned to look up at her from your position of bending to pick your bra up.

“what?”.

she stares at you blankly, sitting up now with her hands hanging between her knees.

“leave the bra and lay down on the couch. face up.”

you squint at her, suspicion crawling over your expression as you move to lay down across from her, shifting the cushions and throws to get comfortable.

she pulls off her tanktop, slowly crawling up your body in just her sports bra and unbuttoned jeans until she’s face to face with you.

“you comfy?” she whispers against your lips. she smells of hemp, champagne and the musky incense burning on the side table.

you nod and she messily presses a kiss to your lips, getting a good handful of your tit in her hand. she savors the way you gasp into her mouth, back arching into her touch. she chuckles lowly.

you watch curiously with bruised lips and hooded eyes as she grabs a strawberry and the bottle of honey. she takes a bite of the strawberry, placing it to the side and chewing as she opens the lid.

“wha- ah!” you gasp as the cold honey hits your nipple, the syrupy gold liquid slowly dripping down your rib cage, “ellie!”.

she grins and leans down, her eyes never leaving yours as she swirls her tongue around your hardened bud. her hands grip your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your hip bones.

she collects the syrup on her taste buds, moaning as she finally takes your whole nipple in her mouth, doing her best to suck everything off.

“fuck,” you hiss as she releases it with a pop. the skin swells slightly and she grins, knowing a hickey will form there.

this feels like a fever dream, your mind blurry as she flattens her tongue on your skin and follows the sticky trail down to your navel.

“having fun there?” you manage to choke out, hands subconsciously tugging at the hair that lays by the nape of her neck.

she smirks lazily, collecting the sweet remnants on two of her fingers and bringing them to your face.

“have a taste, baby.”

you eye her down before slowly opening your mouth a little, letting her shove her fingers in. she moans at the warmth, your saliva coating her fingers as she sinks two slender digits in until you’re gagging on them knuckle deep. she feels herself getting irritable, her boxers now wet and uncomfortable.

“that’s it,” she whispers, looking down the bridge of her freckled nasal at you, “good fucking girl.”

she pulls them out and your hole clenches at the sight of your spit leaking down the veins in her hands and wrists.

after wiping her hand clean, she turns back to the coffee table.

you feel dizzy, trying to process the sensuality of what just happened to the point you hadn’t even noticed ellie tug your panties to your ankles.

she giggles slightly as your hips jump at the feeling of her nose bumping your puffy clit. you forgot she was high.

“ellie, i swear to god- fuck!”

you hear it before you even feel it. the slight hissing sound and then the feeling of the cold whipped cream swirled in perfect little mountain on your mound.

she ogles it, proud of her creation before she’s got her whole mouth on your pussy.

your jaw slacks and your mouth falls open yet your brain short circuits, failing to produce any sounds.

“mmm” she hums, lips smacking as she pulls off, “fuck yeah.”

ellie’s long fingers wrap around your ankles, the anklet she got you for your anniversary jingling in her ear as she raises them up, pressing your knees toward your chest.

you cry out as she latches onto your throbbing clit, tongue plunging deep into your hole to taste the main treat. you grip her hair, forcing her face into as if it were even possible for her to be any deeper inside you. trying your best to remember curtesy and your elderly neighbors, you chew on your bottom lip until it’s beaded raw and puffy. your mind goes misty, already hazed from how much you smoked and the spot ellie was repeatedly hitting with her tongue.

your orgasm is accompanied by a string of curses and white vision as your saccharine juices coat ellie’s chin and lips. your limbs twitch, toes curling as you struggle to grab onto any remaining strings of sanity let alone your own breath.

she gives you a lopsided smile and flops back against the sofa, rubbing your thigh tenderly just the way you liked.

“that was like— munchies but on steroids, babe.”

that was the last you heard of her ramble before you fell asleep. god, she was such a fucking weirdo.

[baurbiediv]

silk press

rafe cameron x black!gf

content warning: smut (wrap b4 u tap) use of “mama” like twice, go read the rest, i don’t wanna spoil it pookie

authors update: yooo, this shit is NOT proofread, if you see any mistakes mind your businesssss!!! 😭😭 mdni!!

the sound of drake’s ‘cameras/good ones do interlude’ could be heard over the sounds of heavy panting, the smell of weed filling the air along with your soft whimpering, “r-rafe.. s-stop you’re gonna mess up my h-hair-“ you breathed out, hand faintly tapping on his lower stomach. but before another word could escape your lips, rafe grabbed your chin, shutting you up.

“move your hand away from my stomach or i’ll stop.” you quickly moved your hand as you gripped onto his arm for dear life. so now here you were, getting your shit pounded in cause someone couldn’t control himself, it amazed you how this man had you folded in half like a pretzel, your legs were almost pressed into your chest, knees shy of being able to touch your chest thanks to rafe’s big hands, his nails digging into the skin on your thighs. rafe pushed your dress further up your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you.

but what what more could this man have possibly wanted? he was balls deep inside of his beautiful girlfriend, watching her eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head, the small necklace he bought you with his initial ‘r’ studded in diamonds, placed perfectly on your chest, just the sight of that had his dick growing hard inside of you. rafe’s hand snakes down and pressed down onto your stomach, causing a loud moan to rip from your lips, rafe’s arm just seemingly wasn’t enough for you, he was quite literally fucking you dumb. his hips ramming into the plush of your ass. “you feel me right there?” he asked as he grabbed your hand, pressing your hand down on the bulge. thank god for this empty lot covered in trees or this would’ve been a real nasty sight to see. rafe’s blacked out jeep with the passenger door open, your feet sitting pretty on his shoulders, his hand holding the nape of your neck, a mix your cum and his from previous orgasm spilling out of you and creating a sticky white ring around the base of his dick.

rafe kept an arm extended around the nape of your neck, keeping your head upright. he loved when he had you like this, melting under his touch. “hey,” he said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. your eyes were threatening to close on him as you felt the tip of your orgasm on your tongue, “i need you to keep those pretty brown eyes on me mama, you hear me?” you nodded, as you did your best to keep your eyes open just like he asked you to, but of course he made that impossible, because you felt the calloused fingertips of his ring and middle finger rubbing on your swollen clit. your mouth fell open as he caught notice of this “shhh, i got you, i got you.” he whispered as he leaned in closer to you, opening your legs wider, allowing him to shove his dick deeper into you. his fingers sped up on the swollen bud, not letting up.

your moans progressively getting louder and louder, the only way of shutting you up was rafe lightly squeezing your neck, his lips ghosting yours, “if you make one loud fucking noise, you risk getting us caught, you don’t want that do you?” he asked, you shook your head almost instantly, you really did try your hardest to pay attention to what he was telling you, but you couldn’t. he looked so good, sweat covering his forehead, neck and chest. his gold chain resting nicely on his chest as it shined under the dim light of the car, along with that god forsaken black tank top, but you nodded along to his words not thinking anything of it, your legs started shaking, your stomach feeling funny.

rafe’s dick was hitting all the right places, he had your your toes curling, “s-shit rafe s-low downn!!” you squeaked out, his movements never halting, “i-i’m gonna c-cum!!” you arched your back off the seat, rafe smirking, “i got you, come on.” he said, rubbing your clit faster, applying more pressure. your hand flew to his stomach as your juices splurted over his fingers, his abs and lower stomach and dick. your body fell back against the seat, your thighs feeling sticky, “hey that was cute and all but i’m still not done.” rafe mutters before pulling out of you, you whine from the lost contact, and before you know it he’s pulling your legs further out of the car and flipping you over onto your stomach, “r-rafe baby there’s no room-“, you were cut off before rafe’s pushing his dick back into your sensitive pussy, his left hand pushed down on your back to deepen your arch as much as he could while his right hand made its way back to your hair, “i don’t care,” he moaned loudly pushing your head further down into the seat, the sound of your ass clapping against his stomach has rafe’s head going crazy.

you poorly attempted to cover your mouth, whines slipping out occasionally, this all he wanted. you placed your hand on the console for support. this was all he ever wanted, he was able to fuck his pretty girl, y/n, and he in fact he believed she was prettiest girl on kildare and he knew he wanted you the minute he spotted you at the country club with your family. and what happened? he got exactly what he wanted, he was a smooth talker and he talked his way right a relationship with you, and this was the outcome.

your hand of course made its way back to his stomach, this time removing his hand from your head and pinning your wrist down onto your back, your whimpers grew louder, “rafe, it’s t-too muchhhhh” you whined, “that’s okay, you can do it, i-i’m close..” he groaned loudly, hearing him panting behind you, his hips hitting harder and deeper, you felt the familiar feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “where do you want me?” he breathed, squeezing the skin of your hips, your overstimulation pushing both you and rafe to the edge. “inside p-please,” you whimpered out feeling hot spurts of his cum shoot inside your pussy. rafe pulled out of you, your hips jerked and your legs shook a little. he pulled his boxers and nike sweats back up as he presses a kiss against your lips before smiling. he closed your car door before making his way to the passenger side. you slowly closed your legs as you sat up looking for your black thong, “first you fuck up my silk press then you steal my thong??” you huff.

“‘m sorry baby, i’ll pay for you to get your hair done again and who cares about that stupid thong, i’ll buy you 10 more, how does that sound?” he looked over at you, as he sat back in his seat. your arms were crossed but you couldn’t help the smile that was evident on your face.

he leaned over the console, “gimmie a kiss.”

he said, you obliged and leaned over and kissed his lips.

“i love you y/n.” “i love you more rafey.”

did you guys miss me?? 😏

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I'd hate myself if I didn't do something for Valentine's day so we're going to pretend it's not the day after!!! 🎀🎀

If nobody else is gonna bring back smoking during sex then goddamn it I will

STAINED RED

Valentines day with Daryl Dixon, your own way.

Happy Valentines Day - D.D

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You hummed to yourself as your hands brushed and curled your hair, making sure it looked just right for the night ahead. It was Valentine's day and you so badly wanted to celebrate it with Daryl, which is why you had planned the romantic night the day that Eugene had made the announcement that the holiday was in a week. It gave you enough time to find and decide on what to get him, stumbling upon a department store on one of your secret runs.

The first half of his gift was a red button-up to match the other half, which was the skimpy party dress you had on, one you knew would drive him insane. You also made him a card with crayons, considering the two of you didn't talk much about gifts.

Standing in front of the full body mirror, running your hands down your sides as you turned around, checking yourself out. The way the dress hugged your hips, complimented by the heels you had on, fuck you turning yourself on.

The oven timer went off downstairs, and you quickly dragged some lipstick over your plush lips, a dark red in contrast to the lighter fabric. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you carefully went down the stairs, grabbing the oven mitt and opening the oven, poking the meat with a knife.

Daryl was supposed to be coming any minute, agreeing to get ready at Carol's house so the two of you would keep your clothes on.

The table was already set and the scent from some of the candles set a warm ambiance, the added smell of cooked venison. You cut the meat into slices, plating the thick pieces next to some mixed vegetables and a scoop of mashed potatoes, topped with brown gravy.

You poured two cups of wine and tuned the ratty radio until it landed on a smooth jazz station. As you did that, the front door creaked open and you turned to see Daryl, heart pounding as he looked so damn good in red. "Hot damn girl" He whispered breathlessly, closing the door behind him as he stepped forward, placing a hand on your waist as his eyes raked your whole body. "Could say the same for you, handsome" You giggled and Daryl's heartbeat stopped for a second, your smile standing out much more with the lipstick. "What'cha hidin?" Your eyes flickered down to his one hand behind his back. He smirked and revealed a large black bag.

He handed it to you silently, watching your face contort as you opened it and were hit with an intense smell of weed, the smell immediately filling the room. "Where did you-?" You walked over to the counter and pulled a sticky bud out, heels clacking as you fished around for something to smoke with. "I still wanted ta get ya some flowers, but I found flower instead" Daryl eyed the plates of food but moved his gaze up to your figure, licking his lips as he once again drank in the sight of you in that dress.

The feeling of rolling the bud pieces into a thin piece of paper was one you truly missed, dragging your tongue across the edge and pinching it shut, turning to Daryl with the newly rolled joint hanging from your lips. He fished out the lighter that he always kept on him and held your hip as he held it, watching you take a deep, long pull before plucking it out your mouth, coming close to Daryl as if to kiss him, blowing the smoke past his parted lips then holding the joint up to them.

"The food is getting cold" You whispered, watching him take a long drag of his own before pulling the joint away, the dining room becoming hazy with smoke. "Microwave 'em real quick" Daryl mumbled, taking another hit before you snatched it out his mouth, sticking it in your own and turning to heat the food up. "Sit down, Dixon" You slammed the microwave door shut and started it for a few minutes, heels clicking as you walked over to Daryl and straddled his lap, taking a finally hit before dropping the butt onto the floor, stomping it out as you pulled Daryl by his collar and clashed your lips together, exhaling the smoke into his mouth along with the air, kissing his jaw and neck as he coughed. "Ya smearin' yer lipstick" Daryl cleared his throat as you looked at him, dark lipstick in fact smeared onto your cheek. It was worth it, considering Daryl's skin was littered in red kiss marks.

You gave him one final kiss, going to retrieve the plates of food out the microwave. As the weed was really starting to flow through your system, your stomach rumbled as the smell of meat filled the air again, not strong enough to over power the joint.

Daryl wondered how he got so lucky with you each time he ate your food, the taste even better with his heightened senses. "M'gon marry you" He spoke around a mouthful of potatoes, staring at you with lidded reddening eyes. You leaned your head against your hand as you ran your heel up his shin. "Dude, we're like, already married" You laughed while finishing off your vegetables, stuffing a piece of venison into your mouth. Your heel kicked his shin, trailing up it a few time before Daryl reached and blindly yanked it, lurching you forward into the table and knocking over the forgotten wine glasses.

“This was supposed to be romantic” You pounded your fists on the table, not actually angry. Daryl shrugged, teeth pulling at a tougher piece of meat. “Still romantic just in our own way. Ya did real good gorgeous” He leaned back in the chair as he winked at you, undoing the first few buttons of that sinful shirt. You suddenly remembered you didn’t have on any underwear, cunt starting to throb. “M’gonna roll another” You gathered the fallen cups and your empty plate as you did, taking Daryl’s and snagging his last piece. He couldn’t argue, not with the way your legs moved and your hips swayed.

Daryl ran a hand through his hair, much curlier and softer since he took a really long shower before coming here, even adding some cologne Carol had mysteriously given him. He thought you hadn’t noticed it, but you did, and you wanted to smell him up close and personally. You become absolutely feral when your man was smelling and looking clean.

You came back with a much bulker and longer joint, once again straddling Daryl’s lap as he brought the lighter to the end, and a hand to your hip.

He watched your blood red lips as they took a deep and somehow sensual pull, so long that a chunk of burnt ash fell from the end, you quickly swatting it out the way so it didn’t land on your husband. You coughed as Daryl plucked the joint from you and brought it to his own lips, eyes lingering on the lipstick stain forming around the filter. He knew there were similar stains forming on his skin, especially as you kissed and sucked at his neck, grinding your hips down in the process.

Daryl leaned his head back as he continued taking drags from the joint, groaning softly as you lavashed his throat, hands drowning in his soft hair. You could feel his bulge right in between your dripping folds, and ground down hair, moaning as your clit rubbed against him. His free hand rested on your hip, roaming up your waist and travel down the swell of your ass, feeling how your tight dress had rode up to reveal your bare cheeks. “Got dessert already waitin’ fer me?” He picked his head up, bringing the joint to your lips as he lifted you onto the table, kneeling in front of you as you spread your legs, which he threw over his shoulders.

A wanton moan came from your chest as Daryl’s tongue was on you instantly, your hand gripping his hair as the other held the joint, occasionally tossing your head back and hitting it, releasing the smoke with a deep pleasured groan. Your whole body buzzed with warmth and fire as Daryl’s tongue worked between your folds, slipping into your hole before pulling out and moving to lap at your clit once more. His own cock throbbed and pulsated in his pants, the taste of your cunt so much sweeter on his high tastebuds.

He licked and slurped at your folds as if he hadn’t eaten minutes prior, tongue coming up to your clit only to suction his lips around it, beginning to suck as his fingers came to tease your folds.

You whimpered as the thick digits slid in, roach of a joint pinched tightly between your fingers. Your eyes rolled back as Daryl started to thrust and curl his fingers slowly but steadily, sending fire through your body. It felt so good but you just needed more, yanking Daryl’s head back. “Bend me over this goddamn table” You said more breathlessly than intended, jerking slightly when Daryl pulled his fingers out and rose to his feet, hovering over you and pressed his cock against your still stimulated cunt. “Yes ma’am” He whispered deep from his chest as he softly kissed you, pushing you to lean further back as he freed his hard cock, groaning into each other’s mouth when the tip slapped against your clit. His hand dragged the head between your folds, not wasting anytime as he fully rammed himself inside, your jaw going slack as it knocked the wind out you.

Daryl readjusted your legs on his hips, slowly rocking before quickly building speed, a deep moan in your chest as his cock easily thrusted into your sweet spot, each one getting increasingly quicker. “Oh God baby just like that” You dropped your head down to shut your eyes, but they caught on where Daryl was sliding in and out of you. He leaned his head against yours to watch as well, hands groping your waist. “M’gonna fuck yer brain out” You bit your lips and gripped the back of his neck. “That’s all I want you to do”

At those words, he pulled away from you suddenly, throbbing cunt clenching desperately around nothing until Daryl flipped you onto your stomch, collecting your curled hair into a sloppy hand held ponytail and yanking you back onto his cock, sliding so so much deeper than before, resuming his pace at higher velocity, moans beginning to uncontrollably fall from your smeared lips. “My lil valentine all nice ‘nd stuffed, gonna give ya lottas cum, kay?” Daryl’s words were going straight to his dick and into your cunt, eyes rolling into the back of your goddamn skull when he yanked you back by the hair, hand releasing the strands only to wrap around your throat, each strangle gasp and cry vibrated under his palm. He really could snap your delicate neck, not that he would but fuck if you wouldn’t let him.

He leaned down so that you could be flush against his chest, other hand grabbing your hip and occasionally sliding up to the bunched up fabric of your dress. He kept his hand comfortably tight around you, kissing and licking your bare shoulders. His hips sped up as he continued marking your skin, groping you hip as the hand around your throat tighten. You knew he was close, and you were almost off the edge yourself, so close, so close until you were toppling over, broken and choked moans coming from your lips. Daryl’s hips slowed to a stop, and he moved to release your throat but was stopped by your hand. “What happened to ‘lotts of cum’? I want my guts scrambled all night, Mr.Dixon” You turned to him and pouted, clenching around his still hard cock. He hummed, before pulling out and once again flipping you over, only you yelped as he fell down onto the seat with you in his grasp, fully seating you down onto his cock. “Ride me, gorgeous” Daryl gripped your hips, smiling up at you as curls fell into his face. His cheeks, jaw and lips all adorned dark red smooch marks, along with his neck and the hickies sucked into the skin.

Your man was just too fucking fine, gripping his face and licking into his mouth, beginning to bounce as he happily allowed you entrance, tongues pressing against one another as you slid your finger tips into his hair, heels firmly on the ground as your hips increased their pace. You pulled away from Daryl, a string of saliva still connecting your lips before your head lulled to the side, hand eagerly tugging your straps off and grabbing your tits, lewding moaning as you squeezed and pinched your nipples, grinding down and bouncing harder down.

One of your hands slid down and began rubbing circles in your clit. With the hand still rolling your boob, you grabbed Daryl’s face and shove it between your squishy tits, wildly moaning as you stimulated your whole cunt, cock hitting such a soft and sensitive spot inside you. “Love when ya take control ta get wha’ ya want” Daryl mumbled into the soft skin of your breasts, bringing the one your fingers pulled at into his mouth, feeling the way you convulsed around him, moaning as your hips stuttered and head dropped against Daryl’s shoulder. Your hand pulled from your sensitive cunt, however you stayed seat on Daryl’s cock.

It was quiet for a few moments, before your lips were trailing the side of his jaw. “Still not done, woman?” Daryl ran his hands up your side, rolling his hips up into you. “Nope. Carry me into the bedroom. Bring my weed” You giggled against him, legs wrapping around him when he rose to his feet, cock still buried deep inside. “Happy Valentines day m’beloved” He whispered taking only a few steps before pinning you against a wall, unleashing an attack on your neck as he started to move his hips, smiling softly against your skin as he did. You were in for a long, long night.

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[hope-to-hell]

John Wick. The one good thing about being alone with nothing to do. Smut, masturbation, blood, blood as lube, spit as lube. He’s got a little downtime alone. What’s a man to do but take the edge off?

This began as a single, very specific mental image that then, naturally, needed a story to go with it.

———

The house always wins. You can’t fight fate. All that is, and was, will be again. The lesson’s on an infinite loop, round and round like ribbon, like rope, and yeah, sure. Maybe it’s true: maybe our lives are measured by blood moving through the body one heartbeat at a time. But it’s not like there’s nothing beyond the chains of fate— there has to be something that makes this all worthwhile, something beyond the gilded cage of order. Even if it’s just a single moment— one spark in the darkness—

One blinding white jolt of pleasure, brutal and unforgiving, a tracery of veins crossing your vision and oh, Johnny boy, there’s always one more, one more

One more

One more job (one more stroke)

and it’ll be done. You’re gonna go out wet and sticky, maybe moaning a little, more likely stoic and silent. But, hey. You’ve got a little time, old friend, so go ahead and lean back; try to pull the iron from your spine far enough to curl in and over yourself. The wall’s cold— these rooms aren’t made for comfort, after all— but soon it’ll be blood-warm in the shape of your body. Take a few breaths and slide down down down til your ass is freezing on the floor; your seat’s all shivery-wet but the rest of you’s still soaked anyhow so who gives a fuck.

And anyway, you look like hell but that’s a distant concern; if— when— this ends you can patch yourself up, butterfly bandages and rough stitches telling the story of this long night. But while you’re here with nothing to do but wait, how about you take the edge off a little? After all, with the way you’re straining at your trousers, it’s a wonder you’ve been able to think at all. You’re a man of focus, right? Focus on yourself a minute. Get your mind quiet so you can put your thoughts in order. So open your fly and feel the cool air on your cock; swipe your hand across the wound that’s oozing sluggish on your belly. Fuckin hurts, right? That’s okay. Look at how you’re already twitching with anticipation.

There’s nothing like a palm full of blood to get things going; it’s still a rough burn but it just looks so pretty on your cock, doesn’t it? Savor it. Admire the way it streaks bright across your knuckles and drips along your shaft. Yeah, yeah. You’re itching to spit, to see if you can get it right on the head cause it just feels so dirty when you twist and drag your hand to spread it around.

And you are not going to think about— no. Don’t even think of what (who) you’re doing your damnedest to keep out of your head. Blank it all out. Put that focus to good use— this is between you and your hand. Go ahead and tighten your grip just that little bit more. Grab the bud of that dirty shameful little thought and crush it before it can bloom. You’re gonna need a clear head, and isn’t that what this is all about? Weeding out distractions?

Nevermind the way need ripples down your spine when you see yourself all red and white, sticky and twitching and oh, John, baby, that nasty deep-down voice is saying these hands of yours weren’t made for gentleness and maybe that’s so; but you’ve had five years to give yourself some balance and don’t you dare lose that part of yourself now. Nevermind the calluses on your thumb and fingers, raised in the shape of a pistol grip, and how their friction is so fucking sweet. There’s something you need. Dig down and root it out.

‘Course, you’re still listening for muffled footfalls just outside; you may be stuck in the liminal space between one firefight and the next, but you never really rest. You’ve got so many what-ifs and contingencies racing through your head. Aren’t you tired, trying to find a single path through it all? Yeah, you’re worn to the bone but that’s the life. You get through one way or another, even when you’re worn down to nothing but wet red footprints on the tile.

Hey, Johnny boy—you disaster, you gorgeous ruthless singleminded sonuvabitch— do you feel that? The gold thread at the base of your spine coiling tighter and tighter but not quite breaking? That’s your climax just out of reach, the candle wick that’s just a hair’s breadth too far from the flame. That’s clarity. You know what you need to get there: a little more spit for slick, tinged red from the sting of a split lip, maybe another drag through the slow bleed on your belly. Hold your breath. Curl your toes inside your shoes. Focus. Take all those aches and pains, those cuts and stabs, those bone-deep bruises. Gather them up and pour them into your hand.

That’s it. That’s good— you’re so very nearly there. Your balls are drawn up so damned tight, you’re like a gift to be torn open. All you need’s a little ribbon and a tag: to John, from your right hand. Keep holding your breath until the edges of your vision haze out— there’s that focus, that pure unadulterated will that keeps you going until you’re ready to give. The precipice is right there, knife-sharp, waiting. Go ahead—

exhale—

And fall.

There, now. Doesn’t that feel better? Sure, you’re a little sticky but it’s not like it matters. You’re filthy already, so a little semen’s just another drop in a deep well. Tuck yourself away and prick your ears for the sound of distant footsteps. Someone’s coming.

[kingofthe-egirls]

I just read of the the brothel au and first of all, I absolutely love all of it!! Second, I understand if you’re not taking requests but I’d love to see more Sanji or Zoro in the brothel au, maybe Sanji with a sugar mama kind of frequent customer, one who loves to spoil him?Regardless I’m a fan now of your work and I can’t wait for the next piece!!

ok ok ok ok ok

SANJI x OC (you're still the narrator)

brothel au

(cw: service!sanji, cunnilingus, weed, brothel/sw, shanks dirty talk)

Songs: "Heaven" by Maude Latour, "Dress" by Charlotte Sands

words: 1.2k

"Here you are, darling," Sanji croons as he hands you the handrolled joint. It's stuffed with pink flowers and sticky bud, and you can't wait to smoke it with him. This is more or less your nightly tradition, when both you and Sanji are available. If you're doing paperwork or seeing high-name clients, or if Sanji is tending the bar or having his own fun surrounded by eager young girls, then you both just collapse into your separate beds until the next day.

But tonight, you both are free, having taken the night off for each other. Sanji is kneeling at your feet, in between your legs. He's staring up at you with adoration, his lover and friend.

The smoke tastes thick and heavy, burning the back of your throat with a floaty aftertaste. The cherry buds taste sweet on your tongue, and you lean forward to blow smoke into Sanji's waiting mouth. His lips are soft as feathers, as they flutter around your own. He inhales the fragrant smoke, then pulls away to blow it to the side. Wispy clouds curl up and around the air of your boudoir.

He gently takes the joint from you, and inhales for himself. It's hot, and he coughs. The paper is softly crackling as he he taps off the ash. Sanji leans into you, resting his head on your knee. You softly stroke your fingers through his flaxen hair. It's shiny, and you watch it flash gold in the amber light. Music floats in from a festival down the street: something to do with pumpkins, and...ghosts?

Sanji presses a kiss to your knee.

"How was your day, my lovely?" He passes you back the joint, and you take a long hit. You keep it between your fingers: deference always paid to the madame. He strokes a slender finger down the inside of your calf. He traces your ankle, delicately wrapping his strong fingers around your foot. His thumb presses on the inside of your arch. You both sigh, relaxing into each other's presence.

"Oh, the usual," you hum, tapping the ash off into a silver tray left on your vanity, scattered with ribbons and beads at the moment. Your second hit burns faster than the last. Swiftly, you duck the joint back down to Sanji's lips, letting him take the rest of the sweet smoke himself. "Hired the new gardener today. She's been spending lots of time with Luffy lately," you muse, clicking your fingers together.

"Hm," Sanji snubs out the smoking joint. He lifts up, bracing himself with a hand on each of your knees. He leans closer, and kisses you. You brush his hair back from his face as he pulls back, deigning to gaze over both sides of his face. His hand comes up to cup your own cheek. He strokes his thumb softly over your skin. His touch feels like rose petals, and you sigh.

"Darling," you say, stroking his cheek, "Would you like a massage today?"

Sanji hums, leaning in to press hips against your temple. He smells like sweet wine and roses. Your high is creeping up the back of your legs, and you swoon a bit as Sanji scoops you off the chair and into his arms. He carries you bridal style to the bed, and lays you down gently. He pulls at the sash of your kimono, and lays it open to expose your bare breasts and stomach.

"I'd rather please you," he admits, kissing at the soft plush of your lower abdomen. He skims his fingers over your thighs, meeting your gaze with hungry eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, lips hovering above the soft hairs between your legs.

Sanji runs his hand over your left hand, sticking at the purple jewels on your fourth finger. He hums, quirking an eyebrow. "Shanks came to visit last week," he mentions, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

"He's my pirate," you admit, roses blooming on your cheeks. "He's my friend," you say softer, more importance coating the word. It hangs heavy on your tongue, like dripping honey.

"Tell me about him," he croons, licking a stripe up your pussy. He has both slender hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place. You lean back, nestling into the comfort of your own pillows.

"His hair," you say immediately (surprising no one), "I can't help running my fingers through it. It's thick, and wavy, and salt-drenched," you moan, arching your lower back into Sanji's touch. He pets your pussy with two fingers, licking at your clit. He loves hearing about your other men as he pleasures you.

"His chest," you say, running your fingers through Sanji's own, golden hair. It's thin and flaxen, but softer than silk. "His muscular build," you grunt, eyebrows furrowing as Sanji speeds up, his fingertips pressing inside you. He keeps them there, just an inch past your entrance, and rubs them softly against your fluttering walls. "He's so strong," you say, "He can pick me up with one hand, it's so fucking hot--,"

"Tell me more," Sanji murmurs, his tongue replacing his fingers inside you. He stretches it out as far as it can go, warm and wet as he finds your sweetest spots. Sweat starts to bead at your temples. "Tell me how good he is to you, princess."

"He's so good!" You moan, thighs trembling as Sanji rubs at your clit, tongue-fucking you like a fucking prince. "He's so protective over me, and he's so--so masculine, it makes me feel so safe. He used to--to beat up clients that were rough, he used to just--cast them into the sea," you squeeze your eyes shut, voice trembling as Sanji brings you closer to your high. Sanji never lets you wait for long.

"How does he fuck you, madame?"

"He fucks me so good!" You yell, hips bucking into Sanji's delicate fingers. He's replaced his tongue with four long digits, rubbing at you so, so sweetly. His tongue flicks your little rosebud, soft and fast and tickling you towards an orgasm.

"He's so fucking strong," you say again, imagining your fiance's hot weight above you, fucking you with a dick thicker than a wine bottle. Your high is fully sweeping you off your feet now, waving over you in sea breezes of comfort.

"Does he make you cum, angel?" Sanji brushes his tongue flat against your clit, pulsing slightly as he maintains pressure. You shudder, trickling tingles running down your spine.

"He makes me cum so fucking hard--," you gasp out as an orgasm overtakes you. The high bolsters your pleasure, running you along Sanji's fingers as he rides you out. He kisses your inner thigh, thumb deftly twirling at your clit as you cum.

"Darling," he croons, lifting up as you finish twitching on the bed, "You're so beautiful for me," he rises up to kiss your cheeks, skimming soft lips over your flushed skin.

"Thank you," you breathe, wrapping your arms around Sanji's neck. He smells like sweet rosé, and you inhale deeply. He chuckles, breath puffing against the soft hairs at the nape of your neck. It tickles.

"Thank you," he counters, "The pleasure's all mine."

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[env0writes]

A Gust of Wind Vol.3, 8.2.23 “Children of the Root"

I was born to split my parents rotted roots That hollowed out trunk I festered in As a scrawny, scratchy wound Sticky with sorrowful sap The world was burning when I was born From the midday death of July Ash-rich soil, littered in concrete cracks What a little weed I was Crumble and fall sickly stumps When the woodchips flake As ash in the wind, A spark is needed I’ll be there– with outstretched arms Above the fanning flames that still burn Hollowing even me, to be split one day With sticky, sorrowful sap within The garbage dump was a distant pile Now around me litters of weeds Suffocate in smoke and ash Still burning I was born to split my parents rotted roots Grow strong and tall in spite of– One strong word is all it will take Although the sun will kiss my leaves and Rain will sooth my soil These roots do not run deep in clayed earth One strong word and in that gale I may come crashing down Into the still burning death of July What sanguine satisfaction is supremely had? Should I fall? Is it failure to strengthen the soil? Be food, for thought, for whats fought for? I was born to split my parents rotted roots and Reach my limbs up high High above the clouds and stars The unfathomable heights And pull. Pull so great, and mighty Whisper mighty stories to my buds Flourish each ending with flowery prose Pull the clouds beneath my boughs So that maybe one day This fire may smolder When I’m a little older–the world May not require rootsplitting children So when the cool morning breeze Shakes dew from the dandelions They’ll be carried out past the stars Finding root in some distant world That’s never known sickly scratched sap– Nor born witness to its spreading flame

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[ruby-winchester24]

Why can’t you see i love you?

Butters Stotch x fem reader

⚠️drug abuse, mentioned sex, and angst⚠️

There i was, this was the 4th time this week. Me sitting at my window with my fan going and a towel blocking my door. Pushing the bud into my bowl, leaving me with a sticky residue on my thumb, bringing up the pipe to my lips and striking my lighter alive. Taking a deep breath i feel the back of my throat burn and the taste of the smoke coating my tongue, exhaling i feel the pain slowly leaving my body, but it’s still not enough, bringing it back up to my lips and repeating the process until there is nothing left.

But it was never enough, all the meaningless sex with people i have never cared about, all of the weed i smoke, all the vapes i go through. It’s still not enough. His face still lingers in your mind, the way he laughs at my horrible jokes, how he hugs me, calling me pet names, the present he got for Valentine’s day for me. But nothing, there was never a hint that he even liked me.

Moving back over to my bed i stare at my phone background, a photo of me and Butters at Homecoming, me in my sparkly blue dress that met my mid thigh. And him, his dad made him wear suspenders and a tie but oh did it look so good. He asked me a week before homecoming came around because neither of us had dates. it was one of the best and worst nights of my life, feeling like a second option, but the way he held me as we danced around on the dancefloor with all our friends. As a slow song came on he handed me his hand, pulling out out with all the other couples, his hands on my waist and my hands around his neck. Swaying side to side with my head resting on his shoulder, i never wanted that moment to end it was so perfect the way our body’s came together like the last puzzle piece to a million piece puzzle.

I have never felt this way before for a human in my life, the casual hookups were just a way to fill the hole in my heart that only he can fill. I still remember the night me and Clyde fucked for the first time. Me laying on his bed with nothing on but him above me only in his underwear looking me up and down with blown out lust filled pupils. When he was thrusting inside me it didn’t feel right the only person i could think of was Butters, how i should be under him, letting him take my virginity.

Falling back onto my back, my head hitting the pillow with my right hand holding my phone, regretting what i have done with my life to this point. All of the horrible coping mechanisms i use, being to scared to tell Butters how i feel. Rolling over to my left side holding my blanket close to my body i start to sob, letting out all of the pent up emotions i kept in for too long.

A buzzing taking me out of my trance was a notification from Butters.

Butters💋

Hey doll i was wondering if you wanted to hang out!

You

i would love too

Butters💋

Alrighty i will be there soon :3

“oh god i need to get ready!” thinking to myself, pushing my body off of my mattress. As i made my way to the bathroom i see how bloodshot my eyes were from smoking and crying, taking out my eye drops i out two drops into my eye, blinking away the stinging sensation of a foreign liquid hitting my eye. I start to put on some light makeup and brush my teeth and hair, making sure i still look good for him. I start to pick up my room of all the clothes scattered throughout the room, picking up trash and unnecessary things laying around. Spraying some air freshener into the air so it doesn’t reak of weed, knowing how Butters doesn’t like it.

A couple minutes pass as i hear a knocking on the door. Emerging from my room, walking down the hallway to answer the front door, And there he was, Leopold Stotch looking more handsome then ever, him wearing a nice pare of jeans with a cute grandpa sweater, his hair all styled into the way he loves it, his glass eye shining in the light, and his cologne oh lord how it made you feel things you shouldn’t feel.

“Hey Butters, come on in!” i say with a new wave of excitement hitting my body.

“Hey there, i missed you” he says grabbing my body with his long arms holding into a hug.

Taking your hand into his, pulling him to follow him into your room with this new found confidence boost, it was probably from all the weed i smoked 30 minutes ago before he arrived, blocking all anxiety. When you made it to your room Butters immediately sitting on your bed running his hands over your soft blanket you found comfort in earlier.

“So what do you want to do?” i ask making my way over to my bed to sit with Butters, landing right next to him and my hand falling over his.

“I’m not really sure, i just really needed to get away from my dad” Butters confessed, it always broke your heart how his parents treated his so horribly, they only think of themselves not thinking about how it affects him.

“Oh i’m sorry Leo” i say embracing him into a hug to comfort the poor blonde.

“It’s okay, thank you” butters responds, wrapping his arms around my frame, sending butterflies into my stomach.

When Butters lets me go i feel like i lost something, something i craved so desperately that my other additions couldn’t fill. And it was love, how i craved to be loved by the person i want so bad. When i first moved to South park, Butters was the first person to talk to you, he even gave you a tour of the school after you were done eating lunch. As we roamed the halls together, him telling me what all the classrooms were used for, i could barley concentrate to what he was saying. Starstruck from his beautiful soul and body.

even though he was such a tall boy he still seemed like such a teddy bear, a child a heart, so sweet and naive. even if Cartman kinda ruined that he was still so sweet to anyone he came across.

looking into his eyes, how one showed so much emotion and love and the other one being another shade of light blue like his real pupil. then looking down at his soft plump lips, oh how they looked so kissable. the way his beautiful beach blonde hair shines in the light coming through your window.

your head raced with thoughts of the boy, then mostly being nasty and nothing you should ever bring up but the others were the thoughts of him loving you, calling you his.

you couldn’t resist your feelings anymore, the mixture of the foggy feeling of the weed you smoked and the fuzzy warm feeling of love when i looked at Leo. once your lips met Leo’s you’re heart fluttered with happiness.

once you pulled away you looked into Butters eyes, seeing shock and love.

“i- y/n um, wow” Butters stuttered out feeling the same feelings as you.

“i’m so sorry butters i shouldn’t have don-” i was cut off my Butters kissing me again, but there was so much more love and passion behind the kiss, almost making me dizzy.

“i love you so much” Butters whispers against your lips before he goes back in for another kiss, this time it was filled with lust. his hands roaming over my body.

“oh god i love you too” i whimper when Butters pulls away from the kiss.

“y/n please be my girlfriend i have fallen in love with you since i first laid eyes on you, your so beautiful. your the first person i feel like i could really trust and i want to be by your side and i know your hurting, i can see it. i want to help you my love” Butters confesses looking deep into your eyes, as he grabs for your hands, his hands engulfing yours.

“yes Butters, oh god yes i have loved you for such a long time. but i never thought you did, that’s why i used drugs for such a long time” i pronounce, the feeling of happiness taking over my body.

“come here hun” Butters cooed, opening his arms.

as i fall into his arms he engulfs me, laying down into my bed. he places his hand on my head and starts to rub your head and hum.

slowly his actions start too lull me to sleep, i look up to see his face he is already looking down at me.

“i love you baby, go to sleep” Butters whispers, kissing your forehead and continues to pet your head.

as i drift into sleep you hear sweet Leopold Stotch’s heartbeat, in the embrace of your new boyfriend.

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i really hope you guys like this story, i’m sorry for not getting it out sooner i was at a week retreat but please feel free to give me requests i love hearing your guys feedback, love you and i appreciate all of your support❤️

[cyarskaren52]

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HOW HIGH: THE 25 DOPEST RAP SONGS ABOUT DOPE

Rock The Bells Staff

Published Wed, April 20, 2022 at 12:00 AM EDT

Lotsa people are smoking weed today. Lots. So in honor of those who love to smoke weed, we decided to join the most predictable tradition on the internet and give you a list of stoner songs. 

From Snoop Dogg to Devin The Dude, there are artists whose legacies have become synonymous with making inspired weeded-out classics. Obviously, there's more to guys like Devin and Snoop than marijuana anthems, but they proudly tout their love of the sticky, as do fellow emcees like Redman, B-Real and Curren$y. But there are some classic rap weed songs that come from unexpected places (KRS-One?! Jay-Z?!!) you might not have really ever noticed are definitely weed songs. So yeah, we included a few of those, too.

And sorry—you won't be seeing "Because I Got High" because nobody really smokes to that song, bud...

#26

"BROWN SUGAR" (UMMAH REMIX) - D'ANGELO [BONUS SONG]

Our BONUS SONG pick is a celebrated classic guest spot! Or in THIS case, a dopeass remix from J. Dilla, Q-Tip and Ali Shaheed that sounds even more weeded than the original. 

#25

"MARY JANE" - THA ALKAHOLIKS 

"I can't hold it in/I gotta let it all out." Those words are so appropriate and "Tha Liks" celebrate their favorite girl. Yes, weed-as-a-beautiful-woman is an overused metaphor (you'll see it again on this list) but it's popular because it works. 

#24

"AMERICA'S MOST BLUNTED" - MADVILLAIN

MF DOOM and Madlib deliver a weed anthem that could only come from Madvillain. Their 2004 album is a classic and one of the best tracks is this off-kilter ode to burning.

#23

"BLUEBERRY YUM YUM" - LUDACRIS

It's almost an underrated weed classic, but Luda perfectly captures the joy of smoking the finest weed. Needing snacks from the store, bemoaning how your homies are smoking trash—this is life. 

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#22

"FEELIN' IT" - JAY-Z

The Jigga Man has never really been known for stoned-out rap, and even has stated that he isn't really a smoker; but this standout from REASONABLE DOUBT is a pretty convincing ode to getting high. He acknowledges his conflict ("...look I know I contradicted myself...") in the song itself.

#21

"SMOKE SOME WEED" - ICE CUBE

One of the best tracks on 2006s woefully underrated LAUGH NOW, CRY LATER, Cube gets his smoke on, advocating for that good green while name-dropping famous smokers from George to Bill Clinton. 

#20

"DRO IN THE WIND" - TRICK DADDY FEAT. BIG BOI AND CEE-LO

It's the perfect anthem for not givin' a fuck. This Jazze Pha-produced southern smoke classic captures the vibe of burning one on a warm day, cruising with your homeboys. 

#19

"STILL SMOKIN'" - MYSTIKAL

Who can't relate? Mystikal has always been an underrated storyteller, and here, the Louisiana legend sits you down for a stoned tale about getting stoned. 

#18

"MARY" - CURRENSY

Like Snoop, like Reggie, and like Devin, Currensy has become one of Hip-Hop's most famous advocates for the green. The NOLA emcee is also one of the most prolific on the subject—single-handedly debunking the myth that weed makes you lazy.

#17

"PACK THE PIPE" - THE PHARCYDE

The Pharcyde have always been some of the coolest oddball stoners. And on this epic from their first album, they contrarily advocate for dumping papers altogether in an era where blunts rule. 

#16

"BUDDAH LOVERZ" - BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

The Cleveland collective got to wade heavily into the "N-Harmony" part of their moniker on this standout from E.1999: ETERNAL. How stoned where they when they recorded this? Very. 

#15

"SMOKE BUDDAH" - REDMAN

OK, so full disclosure: we had the psychedelic funk of "Rockafella" on this list, but--c'mon, yo. This is a Redman weed anthem of the highest order (get it?!) He's one of the most famous and loudest advocates for herbage in Hip-Hop. Nobody does weed rap (especially of the East Coast variety) better than Reggie Noble. 

#14

"BITCH, DON'T KILL MY VIBE" - KENDRICK LAMAR

Kendrick's lush and melodic ode to not letting anyone fuck up your chill. The song is about being in a good space, and substances are definitely mentioned, even though it may not be a "weed song" in the truest sense. It certainly feels like it.

#13

"WE GET HIGH" - DEVIN THE DUDE AND COUGHEE BROTHAZ

Devin has given us so much. When it comes to weed anthems, there's nobody quite like the Texas legend. And this comedic classic with Coughee Brothaz (from 2010's Suite 420—released on April 20 of that year.)

#12

"MAD-IZM" - CHANNEL LIVE FEAT. KRS-ONE

Every "Teacha" you know smokes at least a lil bit. KRS links up with New Jersey duo Channel Live over a hypnotizing loop as the emcees spit lyrics about smoking the finest tree.

#11

"ROLL IT UP, LIGHT IT UP, SMOKE IT UP" - CYPRESS HILL

The legends from East L.A. show up on the soundtrack for the most beloved stoner movie of the 1990s. Of course, Cypress Hill laced Smokey with this weed anthem. OF COURSE.

#10

"MARY JANE" - SCARFACE

Featured on his 1997 album, The UNTOUCHABLE, “Mary Jane” is also one of the best (if not underappreciated) beats in rap. Produced by Face and Mike Dean, Face’s spaced out lyrics about his love for Mary is a weed classic. 

#9

"HANDS ON THE WHEEL" - SCHOOLBOY Q FEAT. A$AP ROCKY

Q and Rocky team up for this Kid Cudi-referencing ode to getting blazed. It just sounds like a hazy night; this right here is bleary-eyed brilliance. 

#8

"XXPLOSIVE" - DR. DRE FEAT. HITTMAN, KURUPT, NATE DOGG AND SIX-TWO

The album was technically the sequel to THE CHRONIC, y'all. The Good Doctor resumed his weed-friendly antics on 1999s 2001 and although "The Next Episode" was a BIG hit, this is the song that makes you want to take a hit. 

#7

"GOOD TIMES (I GET HIGH)" - STYLES P

The LOX rhymer got to kick off his solo career with this classic. One of the 2000s most popular odes to toking up, Styles doesn't give you a laid-back groove, instead he gives you a triumphant weed theme song.

#6

"DOOBIE ASHTRAY" - DEVIN THE DUDE

What Snoop is out West; what Redman is in the East, Devin The Dude is that for the South. Meaning: he's the go-to guy for stoner rap. Devin is a character unto himself and DJ Premier tapped into his Texas roots for this classic.

#5

"HITS FROM THE BONG" - CYPRESS HILL

Over a sample of Dusty Springfield's "Son Of A Preacher Man," B-Real and Sen Dog take smoke straight into tha chest. One of the best stoner tracks ever made. 

#4

"WHATEVA MAN" - REDMAN

Redman makes another appearance, on one of his most popular singles. MUDDY WATERS is a very weed-friendly album from start-to-finish, but this single embodies the spirit of the whole album.

#3

"GIN & JUICE" - SNOOP DOGGY DOGG

Given its title, you'd be forgiven if you labeled this DOGGY STYLE classic a drinking song. But it's NOT, really. At least not totally. Remember, the hook is smoking weed AND getting drunk. Pay attention, people.

#2

"CRUMBLIN' ERB" - OUTKAST

"...only so much time left in this crazy world..." They were barely out of high school when they recorded their debut album, but 'Kast already sounded world-weary. Or maybe they were just really, really stoned.

#1

"I GOT 5 ON IT" - THE LUNIZ

In 1995, there was no more popular song to roll one up to; the smoking anthem from The Luniz made them stars and became a staple of cloudy dorm rooms everywhere. Salute this classic and it's just-as-classic remix.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 26 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Carlos Martinez

Tree branches whip and scratch my hands and face as I slip and slide down the steep slope towards the bottom of the hill and the rendezvous point at the entrance to the gated community.

My heart races as much from adrenaline as from exertion and I'm already second-guessing my decision to flee.

Maybe I overreacted, maybe there was no reason to run.

John had promised he'd never hurt me, after all.

'He bit you', I remind myself, as I slip on a loose rock and catch myself against a young fir.

In turn, the tree coats my hands in sticky sap.

'That's Creepy Dave's whole point. John will hurt you whether he means to or not.'

At the bottom of the hill, I scramble across a drainage ditch and up the other side to the edge of the road.

Keeping low, concealed in the weeds in case Ian's truck isn't the first car to pass by, I wait, eyes and ears primed.

John's unmarked police sedan has the low purr of a powerful new engine, while Ian Foley's truck has the healthy rumble of a well-loved but aging, vehicle.

I crouch in the brush, barely daring to breathe, trembling like a scared rabbit as the sun sets and the world goes cold and dark.

To pass the time, I do some mental math.

If Ian left his house immediately and drove here without stopping, while obeying the speed limit the whole way, he'd arrive in about twenty minutes after the end of our call.

Right on time, I hear the welcome rumble I've been waiting for.

A pair of familiar headlights swing around the bend and a red pickup pulls to a stop before the fancy iron gate.

Breaking cover, I sprint across the pavement and knock on the passenger-side window.

Ian leans over and unlocks the door and I throw myself into the cab just as another engine roars to life somewhere on the hill above.

"Whoa. What happened, man?" he asks, appraising my scratched, pine-needled and sap-encrusted state.

"Are you okay?"

I press myself against the back of the seat.

"I don't know yet. Just drive."

"You got it."

He shifts gears and steps on the gas, doing a u-turn and pealing away with a spray of gravel.

"Take it easy," I admonish breathlessly.

"Don't attract attention. One of these guys is a cop."

"The fuck did you get yourself into?"

"I don't know. But I don't wanna drag you into it, too," I say, rethinking my initial plan to tell him and Sam everything.

"Just, uh... drop me at the garage. I'll pick up some things and take it from there."

"Nah," Ian shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You're scared and you're not thinkin' straight."

"Do I ever?"

He coughs to hide a laugh.

"Maybe not in one sense, in the other, sometimes more, sometimes less. Regardless, I'm taking you home, to my home, that is. After you explain what's going on, then you can decide what your next move is. In the meantime, Sammy's making dinner. He's gotten really good at cooking," he adds proudly.

I hide a smile and hide the twinge of jealousy that threatens to turn it sour.

Ian and Sam met by pure, random chance.

They were nothing alike and they both had dark and complicated histories.

And yet they complemented one another perfectly.

They made each other laugh and they made each other whole.

They made each other better.

Was it too much to ask for my share of that?

"Yo, Carlos. You in there, bud?" Ian prompts and I realize he'd asked me a question.

"Sorry. What?"

"I just asked if you wanted to stop anywhere on the way or if you had everything you need?"

Everything I need?

An image of John flashes through my mind.

Then I shake my head at myself.

'Perfect guy?'

'The perfect guy doesn't keep telling you he's bad for you and that you shouldn't be together.'

'The perfect guy doesn't keep secrets and only come clean when you catch him red handed.'

'The perfect guy doesn't look at you the way a starving man looks at a full course meal.'

'The perfect guy.'

I stop myself.

Maybe John isn't the 'perfect guy.'

Then again, maybe there's no such thing.

Over a meal of baked potatoes stuffed with butter, sour cream, cheese, green onions and bacon bits, with a side of roast chicken and spinach salad topped with walnuts, chèvre, mandarin oranges and balsamic vinaigrette, I fill Ian and Sam in on the strange, twisted tale my life has become.

By the time I finish, I feel calmer, more grounded, a little ridiculous and incredibly full.

"Holy shit, Sam. Where you learn to cook like this?" I ask, wiping my mouth on a cloth napkin.

Sam ducks his head and blushes adorably.

"Just the internet."

"Didn't know you liked food so much."

"I don't really," he admits, taking a sip of water from his glass and setting it aside.

"But engines need fuel, right?"

For a moment, I'm thoroughly confused, then as Ian's face flushes red, things slide into place.

Sam is unusual and probably the only one of his kind.

The result of a mad demonologist's quest for the perfect vessel, he's a synthesis of two beings, a human boy and an incubus.

He retains pieces of each, fused seamlessly into one but the incubus side is firmly bonded with Ian.

Sam replenishes his demonic energy through that bond and in turn...

Well, sometimes you gotta feed your man.

He seems to read my thoughts and shoots me a glare.

I laugh disarmingly and serve myself more salad.

"Too true," I say.

"Anyway, this is delicious."

Scowling at me, Sam pushes the dressing across the table.

"So, Let's get this straight," he says, his dark eyes tracking my every move.

"Twenty years ago, some murders happened that looked a lot like the Ritual of Feasts. Shortly thereafter, Lucille's son dies of a 'mysterious illness' which she blames on a botched exorcism performed by Toni and your mom. Then, according to Aunt Toni, your mom goes missing after a particularly bad possession, in search of something that will cure her of her tendency to get possessed."

"So far so good," I say.

"Okay, so fast forward twenty years. You move to Spring Lakes and happen to end up renting property from Lucille Peters, who insists you give a job to her deadbeat nephew, Kyle. Kyle gets murdered and it looks like the Ritual of Feast is on again. Enter a hot cop who turns out to be sort-of-but-not-really-a-vampire, who's totally into you but also might kill you if he fucks you again."

Sam clears his throat and consults the notes he took on his cell-phone, pushing his silky black hair behind his ear as he does.

When I first met him, he looked like a kid.

Now he looks like a man.

He's grown into himself and while he's still slender and petite, he has a strength and confidence that he lacked before.

Meanwhile, Ian is a little softer, a little more relaxed and comfortable in his own skin and I wonder at how the two are rubbing off on each other.

Besides in the usual way, that is.

I catch Sam's glare and wince like a student caught daydreaming when the teacher asks a question.

"Uh... yeah, pretty much."

He looks back at his notes.

"Right. Next, Toni disappears, this David guy shows up, your prime suspect has an alibi and you decide to run away from the hot not-quite-a-vampire dude to avoid getting brainwashed or kidnapped."

"Yeah." I sigh.

"That about sums it up."

Sam glances at Ian.

"Right, so... How can we help?"

I look up and catch the flash of his grin and feel my spirits lift a little.

Sam and I haven't always seen eye to eye but in the end, I know he's got my back.

"Tonight's the night of the second Feast," I say.

"The ritual's supposed to take place before dawn. I just... need a safe place to stay."

"We got you," Ian says.

"We'll brew some coffee, get the PlayStation set up. We'll keep you safe and have some fun while we're at it. You played the new Gran Turismo yet?"

I shake my head.

I don't even know what that is.

"You're gonna love it," Ian assures me and motions for Sam to get the entertainment ready while he sees to the kitchen.

Six hours later, I've finally mastered the controller enough to beat Ian in a race, though I'm still a virtual mile behind Sam and I suspect Ian let me win.

I don't mind.

I feel safe here, with my friends, the only sure friends I have in the world.

At least until around 5 a.m. when a familiar car parks on the street and the doorbell rings. 

[lifewithchronicpain]

Omg, I just got so fucking lucky.

My favorite strain to get from the pot delivery service is wedding cake. It's a decent bud, not overly sticky, and not harsh on the throat. I haven't been able to get it for a few months, and experimenting with other strains has lead to me experiencing the anxiety weed. So basically the harshest pot you ever smoked and you get anxiety instead of calm. It sucked, my mom replaced the bag for me.

So now when I order from the delivery service I try to stick to tried and true strains, and the best has always been wedding cake. In fact when I had to pick a new strain based on their list I'd pick a related cake strain.

Anyway, I just got paid today and I pull up the daily deals and pot list. Yesterday's deal was $100 ounces of two strains including wedding cake "until it lasts". I literally missed my favorite by a day.

So while trying to pick a strain blindly, I said I was "devasted to miss wedding cake, it's my favorite. Do you know when you'll have it again?"

The person texted back saying, "don't normally do this but we have some left, and you're a loyal customer, you can switch out for wedding cake if you want". Hell Yes!!!!

So not only do I get my favorite strain, I get $70 off! Which couldn't happen at a better time, still have Christmas shopping left to do and I don't feel so constrained in what I can get anymore. C:

Now I just got to get my money at the ATM.