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Omega Radio for June 18, 2022; #311.

King Woman: “I Wanna’ Be Adored”

Electric Wizard: “Funeralopolis”

Thou: “Maps”

Isis: “Celestial (The Tower)”

Acid King: “Middle Of Nowhere, Center Of Everything”

Heiress: “Unsettler”

Lingua Ignota: “Butcher Of The World”

Divide And Dissolve: “Black Supremacy”

Dreamwell: “Sayaka”

Touche Amore: “Feign”

Hesitation Wounds: “Guthrie”

Every Time I Die: “The Whip” + “We Go Together”

Poison The Well: “Without You And One Other I Am Nothing”

Prize: “Total Fidelity”

Will Haven: “Firedealer”

Sumac: “Rigid Man In Vein” (Kevin Drumm RMX)

Cult Of Luna: “Cold Burn”

Vein.fm: “Errorzone”

Meshuggah: “Light The Shortening Fuse”

Neurosis: “Takeahnase”

Tribes Of Neurot: “Grace track 5”

Deluxe metalcore, sludge, stoner, and doom.

[rae-nee-dai]

my favorite mood is sleep deprivation insanity because apparently no one can decide if im more drunk or stoned. The best part is neither, that instead I just become a socially insane little butterfly that only knows how to do things in a ride or die format, when I have get no sleep.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Divide and Conquer 2021

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"Special Delivery."

Yan!Boarding school stoner (Tyler) x Fem reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: P in V sex, yandere behavior, Dub-con, drugging, mentions of weed, class economic divide? Spying, obsession, stalking, general yanderes, mention of drugs, taking advantage.

"Come on, it'll be funny!" Tyler whines through the door, and all you can do is sigh. The schools premiere culinary student and local pothead is standing in the hallway just outside your dorm, boxed up thing of greasy breadsticks, chicken parm, and an oven fired pizza in hand. Hand brushing back his hair, he knocks his forehead lightly against the door. "Cmonnnnnnnn, if you don't let me in now, Carters gonna chase me off n' we won't be able to hang out at all, even without this-"

He's taken aback as the door swings open, revealing you in your late night garb, prepped for movie night. He's thrilled to see you, and immediately enters the spiel he had prepared. Dropping the pizza box a little lower over his crotch playfully, he raises his voice a bit so you have to let him in your room. "Hey, pizza delivery," he coos, "got an order for DORM 113!" He yells over his shoulder, prompting you to drag him in with an embarrassed groan. "Somebody called in for an extra large sausage?"

"Gross, keep it down!" You scold, letting him in as you shake your head. "What is wrong with you?" He shuffles in and sets down the food.

"What? Am I not good enough, you specifically asked for the Italian place to send their sexiest delivery guy."

"Oh, was he off tonight?" You ask, and Tyler slaps his hand over his chest in mock offense. Flopping onto your bed, feeling the worn, school-provided material squeak and rustle below your weight. You roll over to face him. "Well, despite you being fuckin gross, I'm sure the food is good. What did you bring?"

"Got some Chicken Parm, some soggy-ass buttery breadsticks, and my Tyler special." He proudly holds up the box.

"A new special? Seems like everytime we talk you've got a new signature special dish."

"Nah, this one is definetly the best my-my genius science man brain has come up with, dude!" He assures, flipping open the box. The smell of warm baked cheese and pizza wafts to your nose.

Smiling, you both take some bites of the pizza, topped with all sorts of odd things. It's nice, admittedly, it does taste good. "Thanks for coming over, Tyler. This food does all look amazing."

"Course, man. Anything for my favorite newbie." He assures. The pair of you tuck in to the food, gorging yourself on the delicious food.

"Where's Pez?" You ask curiously as you lean back on your bed, having chucked a paper plate away and cleaned up a bit. You don't want any clutter on Harrisons side of the dorm.

"Where do you think, man?" Tyler groans, scooting back. "He's got detention again. He wanted to smoke a fat one before class but I was like 'Nah, let's just take one of my bomb-ass pot brownies, cause I knew he'd get caught cause this grass he's been using lately has a crazy sce-"

"Tyler." You giggle, looking at him and he shrugs, putting his hands up.

"My bad, sorry, back on track. Anyways, like I said, he totally got caught, and now he doesn't get to chow down. Shoulda listened to me, man." He brags. After a moment, he sits back up and glances away. "So, listen, we've eaten and stuff, what do you wanna do now?" He asks, though you can see him tilting a head back to his bag. "Dessert?" He suggests.

"You didn't-" You say, as he gets a small baggie from his backpack and gives it to him. "I told you, Pez wanted to have that blunt, so I had some extra edibles, you know?" He explains. "Okay, I promise I put some good shit in here, some new strain I bought. Were gonna get kinda sleepy, but to be fair it could just be the pasta." You take one and do a silly little cheers motion before taking a bright of the dense, moist brownie.

"Its great." And it is. For a bit. After the brownie settles in your stomach, a new feeling begins settling in there too. Something warm, tingling. "Mhmm, uh, Tyler? Are you feeling okay?" Glancing at him, his tan skin is flushed, eyelids a little droopy.

"I dunno, man. I feel kinda funky, and not like, in a bad way?" He's laying down on your bed, chest fast against your pillows.

"Maybe something was off with that weed?" You ask, shaking your head and woozy standing. The room spins a bit, and the pleasurable throb in your waist continues. "Let's go to the nurse. We can lie and say we just ate something bad."

Tyler doesn't get up to follow you. "N-nah, I'm sure it's just the food settling, probably. Let's stay here." He whines.

"No, cmon, Tyler. We could get really sick-" You tug on his limp arm to get him to sit up, only to figure out why he was so hesitant. "Oh!" You immediately drop him.

"Told you. Don't think it's 'bad weed' doing this. Sorry." He admits, looking down.

"So we're like, on those gas station sex pills or something? You said this was supposed to be a relaxing strain!" You exclaim. "That it'd help us sleep!"

"I thought it would! You know, keep up all warm and fuzzy till we drifted off... the label said 'bed fever'." He trails off, and you immediately freeze.

"Tyler, that's not-"

"Aw, shit!" He smacks his forehead and drops his face into his hands. He's clearly embarrassed and still sporting an erection which he tries to hide as best he can in his loose shorts. "I wasn't even thinking, that isn't what that means at all, is it?" You shake your head. "Feel like such a perv. I'm sorry man, I ruined this. Uh, maybe there's a way online to reverse it."

You shake your head and sit next to him. "No, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to, and to be fair you were probably high when you bought this." He nods, brown eyes sad and wide as he looks at the floor. You gently brush his long black hair behind his ear, rubbing his arm. "Its okay, it really is. We... I know harrisons out for a game, we can hunker down in here 5ill it passes."

"I know what to do." Tyler perks up, smacking his knee as he does it with courage. He seems determined. "Let me make it up to you."

"What?" You exclaim. It's your turn to flush, cheeks reddening as you swallow. "I don't know what you mean-"

"Its not gonna go away, you said so yourself. And if Harrison isn't coming back, you shouldn't have to suffer cause I accidentally laced your shit." He grabs your hand and squeezes it with his soft but callous ones. Another goes to your head. "See, you're burning up just like me, man-"

"I'm really fine." You lie. If the weed wasn't having an effect, his desperate and caring words paired with his big hands on you certainly was.

"Nah. I know it's having an effect, I'm hard as a rock right now, never seen my dick this mad. I know you've gotta be jonesing for some friction right now, babe." He puts a hand just over your inner thigh, but doesn't go further. "We don't have to, but if you'd let me I'd focusing on making it good for you. Making it up to you for my mistake; no reason you should have to be sitting there with a wet fucking kitty between those legs aching for something good cause of my mistake and me not giving it to-"

"Okay!" You yell. "Okay, just stop talking like that, we can have sex. Just keep it down." You've never heard him speak that bluntly about sex, he's more of an innuendo guy, but the weed clearly is having an effect. Still, it's sweet he seems so worried about your pleasure right now.

"You won't regret it. I'm gonna make this good for both of us, I promise. Gonna out-" He pauses and laughs as he slips of his shorts, making you raise a brow. "Gonna put this extra large sausage to good use."

You scoff and smack his chest. "I'll just touch myself if you're gonna be corny while we do this." You warn as you undress, dropping panties down of your legs and kicking them across the room.

"I'm not against seeing that either, but this is about me making it up to you." He reminds you. You both don't even bother with your stops, your pussy is throbbing in a way that makes your legs shake, and Tyler's still attentive even in his state of arousal. "Lay down man, no reason to be sitting. Gonna wear out those pretty thighs before we even get down to it." He adjusts some pillows behind you so they can properly cradle you to look at him without straining you. He wraps your legs up around his waist, the very ends of his hair tickling your feet. His touch is firm, but he's clearly taking in the scene in a calculated way. You've only seen him focus this hard on his passion for cooking, though you suppose this moment has plenty of 'passion' too.

"How do you wanna play this?" He asks, and you tilt your head, confused and resisting just humping away at his front for any kind of stimulation. "I mean, I know I'm aching to get my dick in you, but this is about you. You want it slow, o-or fast, or I can even just eat you out, I hadn't thought about you not wanting me in-" He's rambling now, his focus melting to anxiety. You press a single finger to his lips, and it seems to calm himself a bit. He sighs and looks down sheepishly. "Sorry."

"I want you in. Not too fast, but set a good pace. I'll let you know what feels good. I'm not used to what I like when I'm on weird horny-weed."

He laughs, one hand adjusting his meaty tip against your folds. Just the feeling makes you twitch, and as much as you would usually like taking your time with something as... impressive as his cock, you're both enduring the full brunt of the aphrodisiac now. You let out a slight hiss at the sudden stretch as he pushes in, but the drug has ensured your well lubricated.

"Shit..." He groans, sinking further to sheathe himself in your heat. "God, you feel so wet, so fucking wet. Holy shit- i-is this okay?" Through his own pleasure, he's resisting the urge to just start pounding away to make sure he's not going to deep to quick.

"No, s' good." You confirm, let the feeling of his hot member getting settled in you wash over you. "You can move, maybe just... angle a bit? Up?" You grumble.

He nods, adjusting his angle as he begins to roll his hips in and out of your limp form. You moan, feeling his weeping tip almost immediately brush an electric spot deep within you. "Fuck, god, yeah, there. Mm, right up there. You're really good at this."

He smiles, sweetly burying his head against your neck as he instinctively kisses a tender spot. His hands steady your hips as he thrusts away. "I'm good at following instructions, man." He groans. "S' why I'm such a good cook."

You snort, he can't seem to stop cracking jokes, even when he's balls deep in you. It's not long before the knot in your stomach grows tighter.

"Tyler, baby-" You feel his length twitch at the pet name. "Think it's happening, think I'm about to finish-" he nods his head rapidly along to each of your words.

"Lemme cum too, yeah? Not inside, but lemme cum with you, please, please man-" He's begging. "You're just fucking gripping down on my shit, and I-"

"Its okay, I'm on the pill." The idea of finishing inside is what sends him over the edge. His hips pick up the pace, cock eagerly seeking out the spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out as he spurts one, then two hot streams of cum.

"Fuck, fuck yeah, right there-" You're ability to keep quiet for fear of nearby dorm students hearing you disappears as the knot inside you zaps away into a red-hot pulsing in your womb. Groaning, you both ride out the high till he collapses just over you, continuing to nibble and kiss at your neck as a string of curses and praises leaves his loose lips.

After a moment, when the weed and the sex high seem to have worn off, he grabs some napkins that came with the food, rather unceremoniously dabbing you clean before chucking them. "Water for the lady," he hands you a cup, and you smile weakly from where you've wallowed in your sheets.

He grabs his boxers and slides them back on before finishing the food clean up you had begun. "No, Tyler, let me help with that." You try to stand, but he just gently pushes you back down. "Nah. I brought it, I'll clean up. Besides, I'm sure you've never had a guy rail your guts like that before, and you need to rest." He puts his hands up with a cheeky grin. "I appreciate the compliment. Huffing, you just roll over.

"Just..." You pause. He turns from where he was at your door, trash bag in hand and tilts his head. "Just come lay down when you're done." Another smile adorns his face. "Of course, man." He smiles.

In the hallway, there's a small 'ping' from his phone that gets his attention. A contact with a rather childish photo of Pez holding up a middle finger pops up. He looks at the message.

"How'd it go?" The message reads. Tyler types back.

"Fine. We had a good time, she's real fucking sweet. A total babe, keeps a cute room."

Another 'ping'. "You know what I meant. The weed, I told you it was intense, I tried it once." The text reads. "Thought my dick would fall off. You didn't use too much, right?" Pez asks.

"Course not." Tyler responds, typing with one hand as he chucks a trash bag into the chute. "I'm good at following instructions."

[nvtstvrns]

just once - Matt Sturniolo

stoner!matt, stoner!chris bf!matt fem!reader

Summary: you and the triplets go to the beach to have fun and watch the sunset and find that you’re alone, so Chris and Matt smoke and you want to smoke with them after hesitating they let you try it for the first time. Chris and Nick leave to go home and Matt gives you the best sex of your life.

Contains: sex, unprotected p in v (use protection I’m serious) semi-public, mentions of drugs, dirty talk, beach sex, switch!matt, switch!reader

A/N: I’m high out of my mind and I’m tripping balls. Sorry if this is bad. I’ll do my best

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

"Are we gonna go to the fucking beach, or are we gonna sit here all day? It's gonna be dark soon." I say, leaning against the door in my tiny shorts and oversized shirt that belonged to Matt. 

"Jesus y/n, yes, just let us finish this joint first. You're like a needy dog." Chris says as he takes another drag of the joint and then puts it out. I keep my eyes on Matt’s his eyes slowly turning red. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me.

“I love you, you know that?” He says quietly. I push him away gently.

“Yeah I know Matt.” I say as I open the door. Chris darts over to me when I start walking to the car.

“No! The front seat is mine!” He yells as he stumbled behind me. I open the car door and quickly sit down holding in a giggle.

“No! It’s not fair I always sit there!” He says with a fake pout.

“That fucking sucks. Sit with Nick.” I say closing the door on him as Nick and Matt walk into the garage. I look at Matt his whole face relaxed and his eyes looking tired. He didn’t look anxious when he smoked. I look down at my hands I wanted to ask him for a hit but I’ve never done it before.

He keeps his hand in mine as he drives to the beach. Chris and Nick were yelling at each other about random things. I could tell he was getting annoyed being completely silent as he drove.

I grip my hand tighter around his. When he looks at me his eyes go soft instead of that intense look he had on his face the whole drive. Nick and Chris get out of the car happy to be out of each other’s presence. I get out of the car and stretch, even though it wasn’t a long drive I felt like I needed to.

“Take your stupid bag.” Chris says throwing me my beach bag. I catch it and gasp. “You’re an idiot, I didn’t do anything to you.” I respond walking down the stairs to the water.

I was laying on the towel with Matt laying next to me Chris was digging in the sand like a child. Nick walked home not to long ago because he was getting tired and he didn’t want to be a drag. It was almost fully dark outside and Matt calls to Chris.

“I’m about to roll a joint, come over here.” He says pulling stuff out of his backpack. I sit up so I can face him. I was really nervous to ask him.

“Hey Matt…” I say softly looking at him.

“Oh, we don’t have to smoke it around you if you don’t want us to..I’ll put the stuff back.” I quickly tell him no when he starts putting it away.

“I want to try it.” I let it out finally. I wait for his reaction and he just stares at me.

“Fuck no.” He says flatly. My eyes widen and my face turns red in embarrassment. I didn’t think he’d react like that.

“But Matt, you do it all the time with Chris and you don’t seem too fucked up.” I say gently picking at my nails. He continues rolling the joint.

“Matt…please. Just once.” I say climbing onto his lap straddling his waist. “I’ll be fine.” I give him a pout a look that always tempts him.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath, “don’t give me those eyes, pretty girl” I keep looking at him and I start moving my hips forward and backwards.

“Fine.” He says lighting the joint and taking the first hit. He then hands it to me and I take the next drag. My throat burns and my face contorts as I cough.

“You gave her some?” Chris asks as he finally walks towards the towel in the sand. I cough into Matt’s shoulder as he hits me softly on the back.

“Yeah, I wanted to try it.” I say my voice hoarse. “Can I try again? That didn’t go as well as I thought it would.” I grin as I start laughing. Matt and Chris have serious looks on their faces.

“Y/n this is some strong shit, if you think you can’t handle it anymore, you have to say something.” Chris tells me as Matt hands him the joint. He takes a long drag and I’m shocked when he doesn’t cough. He then hands it to me.

“Thanks.” I say as I take a shorter more cautious hit this time. I hold it in for a second and then blow it out this time not coughing at all and I hand it back to Matt.

Chris and Matt let me hit it one more time before they refuse to let me have any more. My head felt foggy and my whole body was relaxed. I sat on my phone for a minute checking my Instagram notifications after posting earlier.

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I feel Matt’s hands behind me and he looks down at my phone.

“Look at you…” he says as he kisses my neck gently and toys with the ties on my swimsuit bottoms. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He says nibbling on my ear.

“Yeah? You really think so?” I say in a daze. “Matt I’m tripping balls.” I say giggling.

“I knew you took to much…come here.” He says patting his lap. I sit on his lap happily and he kisses me gently.

“I’m not gonna let you have it next time sweetheart.” He says “if you take more than you can handle.”

“Oh really?” I smirk. “I’m handling it good, I’m not passed out.” I say my lips brushing against his neck. I hear him groan.

“I’ve read somewhere that sex is better when you’re high…” Matt says pulling me closer to him his hands holding my butt. I smile and put my hands in his hair.

“I think I’ve seen that too.” I say and I feel his fingers untying my swimsuit bottoms. They fall all the way off and he lifts my hips up to pull them out from under me. His hands then untie my top letting it fall he groans as he looks at my tits “god these tits…fuck.” He says palming them. My nipples get hard under his touch and I moan quietly. The way he was fully dressed under me while my body was vulnerable above him make me go feral. I leave a little wet spot on Matt’s swim trunks. I try to release some friction by moving my hips up and down.

“Shit, keep doin that f’me pretty girl.” He says gripping my hips. My hands toy at his swimsuit string. “Take them off…please…” I say as I untie it fully. He pulls them off and his dick bounces against his stomach.

“Can I ride you? Please?” I say hovering over him. He nods and lays back fully. I sink myself onto him slowly gripping his shoulders I let out a long whimper pushing my hips up and back down. I start moving faster and faster as I scream his name in pleasure my legs started shaking as I tried my best to keep going. But I couldn’t bring myself back up. “I’m so close…”

“Don’t worry.” Matt says as he flips me over and pushes my legs to my chest and pounds into me. This was a new position. I’ve never done this one before with him. I cry out in pleasure biting my lip and groaning. “Don’t stop, Matt, don’t stop.” I say as my legs shake as I get closer and closer. He pushes on my stomach and I wrap my arms around my legs to hold onto something as the feeling took over my body. I squirted into his dick and I look in between us to see that I’m creaming all over his dick.

“Oh my god…” I say breathlessly as he pulls out of me and lets my legs go. They fall down slowly as my pussy throbs from the orgasm. Matt collapses onto me and he kisses me all over.

“You did so good…” he says quietly into my ear kissing my neck softly.

“How good?” I ask brushing my fingers through his hair.

“You felt so good, your walls clenchin around me like that. I knew you’d be done quick tonight.” He says.

“That was the best sex of my life Matt. Good job on your part.” I say grinning.

“Alright this has gotten a little weird.” He says lifting off of me and putting on his clothes. “Let’s go home.”

When I got in bed that night next to Matt I cuddled close to him. “You should let me smoke more often with you matt.” I say quietly.

“Fuck no.”

“Matt come on.” I say pleading with him. His eyes meet with mine

“Once in a while and I’m serious about that.” He says “I’m not gonna change my mind.”

“Fine. Goodnight.”

Thanks for reading. Sorry if it doesn’t sound good I’m high as fuck 😭😭

Also comments, likes, and reblogs are a huge help!

[melancholyshadow]

SESH - S. NARA

PAIRING: stoner!shikamaru nara x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+ mndi), afab!reader, friends to lovers, modern-ish au, marijuana use, reader's first time smoking weed, riding, unprotected sex, early20s!shikamaru, reader is a similar age, cursing, intoxicated sex. both parties are high while partaking in sex. so...dubcon? (pls let me know if i missed any!!!!)

SUMMARY: you decide to try smoking weed with your best friend, shikamaru.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

A/N: i bet y'all didn't see this coming. i know i posted like a three months ago saying i was going to post a kakashi fic, which i AM working on, but i love shikamaru too much. i'm also working on an itachi fic, so let me know which one you guys would like to see first (itachi or kakashi). also if i miss any warnings let me know, because this is my first time writing something a little darker (?) like this. i tried to be as blatant as possible.

DIVIDER: @adornedwithlight (thank u <3)

MASTERLIST

“Wanna try some?” 

His voice caught you off guard. 

You hadn’t even noticed that your eyes strayed from the television screen. They stared at Shikamaru as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and brought the silver lighter toward the tip of a joint. Fire flickered for a quick moment, as he rolled the stick between his fingers, until the flame engulfed the end. As soon as the fire appeared, it was gone, with the clank of the metal.

You watched as he brought the end to his lips, wrapping around the thin paper.

His eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a long breath, allowing the cannabis to flood his senses. You eyed him, in awe, as smoke poured out of his mouth and nostrils. The smoke swirled past your face, and dispersed across the room. The living room filled with the familiar scent of weed, mixed with the seasonal scented candle you lit before he arrived. 

“N-No.” You said, once it finally registered that he asked you a question. “I’m alright.” You added, eyes shifting back to the show that was playing on the screen. Shikamaru always offered for you to try and smoke, even though you denied him every time. 

“You sure?” He questioned, turning the joint’s towards you. Shikamaru had never pressured you. Not to drink. Not to smoke, whether that be cigarettes or cannabis. He was simply tested the waters. But from where you sat, curled up on the couch beside him, the stick was only a few inches from your own lips. For the first time, you were intrigued. You eyed it, watching the embers burn.

“I think you want to.” He chuckled, brought the joint back up to his own mouth, and puffed another drag. “I don’t know how to do it.” You admitted, playing with the hem of your skirt, feeling an embarrassed warmth creep over your cheeks. “That’s alright. I can teach you.” He offered, nudging you softly with his shoulder. “But, only if you really want to.” He added, and flicked the ash off into the tray that lived on your coffee table, specifically for him. 

“O-Okay.” You confirmed, sitting up slightly. “Hell yeah.” He smiled, turning, so most of his body faced you now. “Alright, it’s pretty simple.” Shikamaru explains, taking a quick drag.

“Obviously, you don’t put your lips on the burning side-“ You cut him off, “I’m not an idiot.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “No, I know you’re not, but you’d be surprised at how many times I’ve seen it happen. ” He joked. 

You cocked an eyebrow at him, and he laughed, “Choji. And Ino.” He whispered, which confirmed your hunch. You gave him a small smile as he continued to explain the process to you. It wasn’t as convoluted as you originally thought it would be, it sounded pretty simple. 

“Ready?” He asked, as you eyed the joint one more time, and nodded your head. He handed it to you carefully, and you pinched it between your index finger and thumb. As you brought it closer to your lips, you hesitated, eyes landing on Shikamaru, who gave you an encouraging smile.

Finally, the thin paper made contact with your bottom lip, followed by your top lip down so both wrapped around the filter. “Now, inhale.” Shikamaru instructed quietly, and watched the way your lips hugged the joint tightly. You sucked in a large breath, admittedly too large, “Exhale.” He says, and mimicked it with his own breath. You pulled the stick away and exhaled. 

Immediately, the smoke poured out of your mouth, throat feeling scratchy, which induced a coughing fit. You handed Shikamaru the joint, using your free hand to cover your mouth, as you wheezed. He tried to hold in his laughter, but he couldn’t help it. “You’re so mean!” You exclaimed between coughs. 

“I’m sorry.” He said between chuckles, taking a short hit from the joint. “You did good.” He praised, his free hand landed on your thigh. “How long until I feel something?” You ask, letting out one more weak cough. “For you, probably a couple minutes.” He says, eyes glanced at the time on his phone. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes.” He decided. 

He leaned back against the couch, and opened his arms wide, enough for you to be nestled into his side. Both of you turned your attention back to the show, and waited for the effects of the cannabis to kick in. 

If you were being honest, you doubted for a few moments that one hit from a joint would make you feel anything at all. You couldn’t have inhaled that much cannabis in one go, could you? But after ten minutes, you definitely felt something. 

Everything about your body felt a little more relaxed, and you seemed to giggle more frequently at the stupid show Shikamaru had requested to watch. “How’re you feeling?” He asked, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips when you looked up at him, which in turn made him snicker. 

“I don’t know. I feel a little different.” You shrugged, eyeing his features. His eyelids were low, and the whites of his eyes decorated with strings of red. “Can I try again?” You asked softly, and studied the second joint that rested between his fingers. “Of course.” He smiled, passing the stick off to you. Your lips enclosed around the filter again. You inhaled a sizable breath, and then allowing the smoke to escape your lungs.

“You finish that one.” He said, as he grabbed another joint off the table, and mirrored his process from earlier with the lighter. You puffed on the stick, ashing it when necessary. It only ended up having four more hits in it, before it became just a dud. But for you, that was more than enough. 

Definitely more than enough.

By the end of it, your entire body felt heavy, which included your eyelids. It felt like a fog encroached your mind. You swore you could feel your teeth and hear the heartbeat that thumped inside your chest. 

Looking over at Shikamaru, you discovered he was already looking at you. 

Had he been watching you?  

You couldn't help but smile, your lips upturned on their own accord. “How do you feel now?” He asked, his own lips lifting into a smirk. “Good. Kinda floaty.” You hummed, with a giggle. It felt like your entire body was vibrating as you spoke. “Perfect.” He confirms, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. His free hand cradled the side of your face, and you leaned into him. 

“Here. Have some more.” He said sweetly, you opened your eyes, the ones you hadn't noticed had fallen closed against his touch. The joint is pinched a few centimeters away. Your hand went up out of instinct, pushing the joint away from your face. “C’mon, sweet girl, take one more hit.”

A heat creeped up your entire body.

You shook your head, “N-No. I feel g-good.” You insisted, mouth now feeling like it was full of cotton. “Please? For me?” He implored, his eyes pleaded. Gods, you could never say no to him and he knew that.

You took the joint from him, and hesitantly brought it to your mouth. The puff you took was short, wimpy. But he seemed satisfied with the puff of smoke, so he took the stick from you, and placed it in the ashtray. 

“Now, c’mere.” He murmured it so quietly, you almost didn't hear him, and before you could react to his words or question him, his large hands wrapped around your waist, which allowed him to pull you into his lap. All you could do was yelp in response. 

His touch seared into your skin. 

The shift in movement ended with your knees on either side of his hips. As the cotton material of your panties made contact with the rough fabric of his sweatpants, you bit down on your bottom lip, to stop a strangled moan from slipping past your lips. 

You hadn’t even noticed the sticky feeling between your thighs, you felt everything else about your body so intensely. But now it was very apparent. “S-Shika, what’re you doing?” You asked softly, and tried to sit up on your knees in an attempt to climb off him. However, his large hands were quick to grip you tighter, and pulled you back down. 

“S-Shika…” You stuttered out again. He just hummed back, looking right at you, as his thumbs rubbed soft circles in the exposed skin between the waistline of your skirt and the hem of your shirt. “Just wanna make you feel even better, baby.” He cooed.

Between the nicknames and the weed, you thought your brain melted out of your ears. And neither was helping with that ache between your legs. As a response, all you could do was involuntarily clench your thighs around him. 

“Oh, you like that idea?” He asked, as you looked away in shame. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, one of his hands strayed their grip on your hip, his index finger coming to rest beneath your chin, and turned your head to force eye contact.

All you can do is nod at his question. Which didn’t seem to appease him either. Since, he roughly squished your cheeks together between his fingers, until your lips puckered, your face only centimeters away from his. 

“I need words, sweet girl.” He said, but it came out more like a demand. He momentarily softened his grip on your face, which allowed you some room to answer his earlier question, “

Y-Yes.” You admitted, attempting to turn your face away from him again, but to no avail. He chuckled. It was nothing like you had ever heard from him before. It was dark, almost menacing, a shiver ran down your spine. 

“Then you’re gonna have to relax for me.” He whispered, his mouth practically moving against your own. He uncrossed your arms from your chest, and placed them against his torso. You could feel that his muscles as they shifted under your palms, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” He informed you, and you started to nod, but caught yourself, “O-Okay.”

He doesn’t need to lean in very far before your lips are connected, your eyes fluttered shut. His mouth started to work against yours smoothly.

Although, you could sense a hint of experimentation behind his gesture, like he was trying to ease both of you into this foreign experience. 

After all, this was unfamiliar territory for both of you. Over the course of your decade-long friendship, the two of you had been tentatively intimate, hands brushing, lingering hugs, falling asleep in each other's arms, but nothing this extreme. 

You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about this moment before. 

Dreamed of it, in fact. 

His lips were chapped and dry from a mix of the smoke and cold winter months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were positive that yours weren’t any better, and he didn’t seem to mind either.

As the kisses edged towards being more intense, your mouths and teeth began clashing together, your intoxicated mind barely able to keep up. You could feel his hands leave your wrists, gripping onto your hips once again. 

His tongue pushed past your working lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth, and worked harshly against your more tentative one. You gripped his t-shirt in your fist, trying to ground yourself, working against the fogginess in your head.

Your body buzzed, a tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. You were light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but you were reluctant to pull away. Reluctant, for this moment to stop, for the reality of the situation to hit you. When you did pull away, only a string of saliva kept you connected.  

Shikamaru was practically panted underneath you, a slight shade of pink dusted his cheeks. His lips coated in a mixture of both of your spits. You notice that his usual brown eyes were now almost completely engulfed in black, scleras still covered in stringy red lines. You could feel his bulge that strained against his sweatpants, and nudged your clothed cunt.

The whole sight stirred something primal within you.

He pulled you even closer to his chest, so he could attack your jawline with peppered kisses along the bone. You released the grip you had on his t-shirt, and slid them upwards towards his shoulders, resting your forearms there while your fingertips fidgeted with the hairs on the back of his neck. Your brain was so caught up in the feeling of his lips, that you almost didn't notice how his hands began to wander.

You weren’t sure at what point they left your waist, but they slowly pushed up the fabric of your skirt, and bunched the material around your hips. The white material of your panties, one’s decorated with a small bow, displayed to his prying eyes. “These are cute.” Shikamaru chaffed, going as far as to toy with the small ribbon. 

His finger trailed the thin, lacy waistband, from hip bone to hip bone. This touch was feathery-light, goosebumps coated your skin. That same finger wandered further down, until the pad of his thumb made contact with your panty-clad clit, and applied the smallest bit of pressure. 

You couldn’t help the small gasp. “Is that the spot, sweetheart?” Your brain went to mush, all you could muster is a breathless reply, “Y-Yes…” He chuckled again. His thumb pressed harder, even going as far as to rub slow, tight circles into your sensitive bud. Your eyes screwed shut, a mewl shot out of your mouth. 

Between the sound of his soft praise and the movement of his thumb, you could feel another wave of warmth pool in your panties. Your hips bucked forward, body pleaded for more of his touch, as you dragged the soaked material of your underwear across his restrained cock.

That's when his nonchalant demeanor seemed to slip slightly, as a choked out swear gurgled up from his throat. 

You repeated the motion once again, and dragged your entire lower body, slower, over the fabric of his sweats. His hand grasped at the fat of your thighs, as his head fell back against the cushion of the couch. A sense of confidence surged through your body, knowing he craved your touch just as much as you did his. 

Without a second thought, you set a consistent pace with your hips, and rutted them back and forth against his groin. You could see his pants were starting to become discolored, a darker splotch formed over his erection.

Fuck, you’re so wet.” Shikamaru huffed out, that same pink shade that decorated his face before was a deeper shade now. His hips jerked upward and plunged against your cunt. “I-I need to feel you.” His words stumbled out, jumbled together.

Everything after that happened so fast. 

The look on Shikamaru’s face was pure determination, something you didn’t see often. 

He lifted his hips, pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, just enough for his cock to spring free with a soft thud against his lower abdomen. You can’t help but stare, as beads of precum ran down the length of his shaft. His hands quickly snaked behind your body, using your ass as he leveraged you upwards, until you hovered over him on your knees. He made sure you were stabilized there, and you used his shoulders to steady yourself. 

One of his index fingers hooked the material of your panties and pulled them to the side, and finally revealed your naked core to him. He didn’t even have the willpower to admire you for as long as he would have liked, that haziness in his own mind clouding any rationale. All he knew was that he needed to be inside you, now. 

Using his other hand, he grabbed the base of his cock, dragging the leaking head slowly between your wet folds, tracing your slit’s entire length, until he reached your clit and applied some soft pressure with his cockhead. This press alone was enough to make you clench around nothing, “Shika…” You pleaded, thighs tensed. “I know, baby.” He rasped out. He repeated his movements a few more times, collecting as much of you as he could.

Finally, he glanced down at his glistening tip, both your arousals now mixed together on the head of his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance, the anticipation grew in both of your guts. “Ready?” He asked, his eyes finally lifted up to your face. You nodded vigorously. 

This time, that was good enough for him.

His hands shook slightly as they grabbed at the plush around your hips, and he let out a breath to steady himself. He slowly guided you down the head of his cock, until just his tip was swallowed by your warmth. In sync, the two of you let out a shared wince as your cunt gripped him.

“F-Fuck, you’re—hah—so tight.” He mumbled, more to himself. You watched as his eyes slowly drifted shut as you continued down his cock. You took him in, inch by inch, going at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you the time to adjust to his size. 

It was a nice gesture, but you wanted more. 

You decided to take the situation into your own hands, and quickly buried the rest of his length into your aching cunt, and ignored the hint of pain that came along with the stretch of your walls. The noise that exited his mouth was unlike anything you’d ever heard, animalistic almost. “Holy sh-shit.” He breathed out, the clutch he had on your body hardened, enough so that it left marks for you to admire later. 

The two of you sit there for a moment.

You, enjoying the snug feeling between your legs, and Shikamaru, relishing in the vice-tight hold your cunt had around his cock. You gave your hips an exploratory roll, in need of some more friction. His entire body tensed beneath you, and his chest stuttered as he took in a quick breath. His forehead falling against your own, eyes transfixed on where the two of you were connected. 

Be used his dense grip to encourage the slow grinding motion, he rocked you back and forth against his lap. You could feel what felt like twinges of fire spread across your entire body, and a familiar tension built up in your gut. 

That’s when you decided to get more creative.

Slowing your hips, you pushed up on your knees again until only the head of his cock was tucked inside you. Shikamaru goes to protest, probably with some sarcastic comment. However, before any words could pass his lips, you sunk down to his hilt again, until you could feel him nudge your core. Yet, before he processed your actions, you did it again.

His mouth fell slightly agape.

He’s speechless.  

His cock twitched inside you, another one of his whimpers echoed through your ears. At the same time, you can't help but let out a similar noise, as his cockhead pierced the gummy spot in your cervix. “F-Fuck.” The feeling, you were addicted, so much so that you hadn’t noticed the ache in your legs. Your pace quickened as you desperately chased the building pleasure in your gut. Your face was hot, cheeks burnt, and your heart continued to race. 

Shikamaru was so entranced by how you maneuvered, that he completely stilled, and left you to do all the work. The only gesture being how his eyes flickered between the apex of your thighs, and your strewn face. 

“Shik–hah–amaru!” You cried, gripped his shoulders, until the tips of your fingernails left indents in his skin, even through his t-shirt. That seemed to pull him out of his trance.

Shikamaru didn’t hesitate to set a brutal pace, as he gripped the back of your thighs to support your ebb and flow. He buried his face in your neck, nose nudging the column of your throat. You could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin, the occasional grunt passing his lips. 

You felt the building of your climax as it quickly approached, especially at his frenzied hips. You could feel all your muscles, as they slowly tightened, his thighs pistoned against the backs of yours.

The feeling was intoxicating, the air was thick with sex, and your body was still warm. Your body was hit with a thrum of pleasure as his cockhead speared the bundle of nerves in your cervix. And that’s when he spoke, “Come for me, sweetheart.” 

His words acted like a trigger, as your entire body flushed with a white-hot heat, and stars filled your vision. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The coil in your gut seemed to snap on his command, waves of ecstasy surged your body. Your pussy pulsed against his cock, along with a new white, creamy ring of your arousal accumulated around his base. You couldn’t stop the long, choked out sob that left your mouth. 

“That’s–ngh–it, I’m close.” He whined against your throat. As your walls continued to flutter around him, you could feel him twitch once, and then again. “Come inside me, p-please.” You begged, head still clouded by the remnants of the marijuana and your fading climax. “Fuck.” He growled under his breath, as he accelerated the snapping of his hips.

The mixture of your whines and the loud plap of your damp skin were the only noises in the room.  It edged Shikamaru on, those same hips slowly lost their rhythm. “Fill me up, Shik-ah-a, please.” You babbled, the sensitivity between your legs had gone to your head, as you practically collapsed against his chest.

“A-Are you sure?” He asked, he was close, very close. “Yes!” You exclaimed. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, annoyed by how he always over-analyzed everything.

Similar to his words, yours seemed to have triggered his climax. Between uncoordinated jolts, and the hoarse cries of release, you could feel his seed flood your pussy. His chest heaved up and down, and his back arched off the couch cushions as you tried to use your weak hips to rock back and forth, and help him ride out his high.

After a few moments, and with his head tipped back against the couch, his familiar hands gripped your hips and stopped your movements all together. You practically melted further into his chest, feeling the remnants of his cum seeping between the cracks of where you were still connected.

That’s when it struck you, and you giggled a little. Shikamaru’s body tensed when he heard it. “Why the hell are you laughing?” He questioned, still partially out of breath. As you unfurled yourself from his chest, you couldn’t help but smile down at him. 

“Do you do this with everyone who gets high with you for the first time?” You interrogated. 

“Or am I just that special?”

A/N: im a wee bit rusty okay? i haven’t written or posted in over a year sooooooooooooo

[voxmortuus]

Hi! May I ask number #9 ☆ { holding } their shoulders for stability with Ben Leonard? I'm so in love with Ben! It's a crime there is nothing with him :( Thank you so much! ♡

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Ben Leonard x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ Savages ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 495 ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Smut from behind | P-i-V | PWP | Rough quickie in the kitchen | Maybe a broken dish or two, but surely not his favorite coffee cup | Shoulder gripping | Internal Finish | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. Also side note Anon... if you're meaning anything else with Ben... well, no there is nothing else with this character, but if you mean the actor... I think you need to look up the cast of Savages because there is a ton of Aaron Taylor-Johnson out there. I hope you find more of his work you enjoy!! ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙ ⇘ My Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist ⇙

With a gasp you grab at what you can, feeling your skirt hiked up around your waist, you bite your lip, realizing there's nothing to grab, he thrusts himself into you with a force. Wimpering you accidently knock a dish off the counter, the plate breaks, nothing to worry about. But he moves that cup so you don't break his favorite cup. His thrusts are hard, they're fast, and they're with a sense of mission.

You don't quite care, you have the same idea in mind, and truthfully, this was your fault, you asked for it, teasing him unforgivingly. He warned you the moment you walked through that door he'd bend you over and he did just that. With each bare cocked thrust, came a whimper, the sound of skin thrusting and slapping against each other caused you to wimper a little more. Biting your lip you smile against the tightness of that lip bite.

There were no words that needed to be exchanged between you two other than a few escaped fucks. Your hand looses grip on the tile counter top and slips again, knocking off a cup. He snarls. Thrusting a little harder he's gripping at your hips but it just isn't enough. It's not the right angle, he can't get that perfect thrusting stability.

His hands snake up your back as he grips at your shoulders. Not only will this stop you from breaking his dishes, it will also give him a deeper penetration, and better momentum. With each thrust, you moan louder, filling that kitchen. Knowing this won't last for hours like you two usually do, you cherish this rough quickie with Ben. At times, you love when he gets rough and man handles the fuck out of you. At the same time, you love his soft, tender passionate side.

Gripping into your shoulders you bite your lip a little harder the faster he goes. Your moans and wimpers and become more frequent, your breaths become more shaky, your sounds are like music to this stoners ears. Your jaw slacks, your eyes flutter and that pressure quickly builds. Feeling as his pace quickens even more, you can tell he's about to bust himself. So maybe the pace was perfect.

A clench of your jaw, a harder grip on your shoulders, firmer thrusts, quicker pace, louder moans and grunts. Before you both know it, that quickie, was just that, a quickie, and your dripping all over the floor, from both of you. Biting your lip, you chuckle. Feeling as he slows his pace before pausing a moment and slipping from between your folds.

Once you take a moment to breath, you stand up, feeling the mess start to slip down your legs, you turn around and look at him with a smirk, he looks at the floor then to you and hands you the broom and dustpan. You chuckle, nod, and proceed to clean up your mess... in more than one way.

[hoeforsungie]

💌 … ( 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 ) 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 — stoned sex w/ Hannie

best friends to lovers! Hannie x fem reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw ・ teasing, lots of tension, Hannie and reader are both horny for each other, drug usage (don’t!) wc ・‎ 2.8k ‎| ‎ ‎[library link here]

[ ۫ ꣑ৎ author’s note ] here’s my first ever preview for a work i’m working on! tbh, the fic is loooong and i’m still writing. i decided to post the preview bc the actual fic is kinda sad, depressing, and dark. i’m worried people wouldn’t actually like that part until it gets to the filth, however i wanted to write a hurt/comfort with some smut for a while… and i may or may not have stoner hannie brainrot. i may post just the smut and loving bits as its own thing, as well as the whole fic when i finally finish? idk i’m rambling… well here enjoy this preview for needy stoned Hannie x reader.

oh btw, here’s a playlist w songs i listened to while writing this

divider by @v6que

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🕊️ ⋅ ˚Jisung was happy to see her smile, even if it was small and her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. A win is a win in his book. So, he happily followed along. The pair grabbed their shoes and the umbrella before leaving the building. The walk to their normal smoking hang out was pretty calm, despite the rain. At least, the rain had died down again into a steady drizzle, saving them from the monsoon-like downpour earlier. The only unfortunate thing was that the wind had picked up, blowing the rain sideways. This left her with no choice but to cling to Jisung as the bitter wind whipped around the two of them. It was about 10 minutes before they spotted the treehouse her parents had built when they were children. All their normal stuff was still there, pictures from their youth hanging on the wall. Now there was an old beat up couch (where their stash was hidden), a bed with a few pillows and blankets where many hours cuddling had been spent, and a projector.

Jisung climbed up first and turned around to offer his hand to y/n. After getting pulled up, she beelined towards the couch to pull out the bud as well as the lighter and the wraps. After wrapping the blunt, she handed it to Jisung as he flopped down onto the couch next to her. “Ladies first.” She giggled. He took the blunt with a begrudging look and held it in his mouth, waiting for her to light it. Y/n obliged and elbowed him “Don’t take all of it, make sure to leave some for me. You hog.” She elbowed her friend then rubbed at her eyes, probably trying to diffuse some of the puffiness remaining from her tears.

Jisung, of course, only offered her a punch to the arm instead and a snarky remark about how he ‘wasn’t the one who finished 70% of the last blunt.’ Y/n rolled her eyes and plucked the blunt from Jisung’s lips harshly. “Shut up, besides,” y/n says as she pauses to take a drag. “You said this was to smoke the depression away. Right now I think I need it more than you.” She stuck her tongue at Jisung, to which he replied by flicking her in the forehead. Y/n took another big drag and coughed. “Goddamn, it’s been a while since I smoked with you Jisungie.” After coughing for a bit, y/n tucked her legs under her and turned towards Jisung. She took a few more drags before putting it in between her two fingers and passing it to Jisung to take. He gladly took the blunt and took a large drag himself. Somehow, he didn’t cough like her, much to y/n’s dismay.

“Bro, are you fucking kidding me? You’re such a show off. Ugh, fuck you!” Y/n squeaked and started punching him anywhere she could hit. “You’re the worst.” She sighed and plopped her body forward so she could lean onto Jisung. Cuddling between them wasn’t something new by any means. She’d never admit it, but cuddling with Jisung recently has been giving her new thoughts to think about. She didn’t know when it happened, but one day she began to notice the way her heart beats louder when she feel jisung’s broad chest caging her in, as his arms wrapped around her. She’d especially take this one to the grave, but she really started noticing it as she slipped away to excuse herself to use the bathroom in a panic. It was pretty obvious when she slipped her underwear down to see the pearly string that attaches itself to her lips and her panties. It was slowly becoming clear to her that she was attracted to Jisung. Perhaps, in more ways than one.

Jisung chuckled at y/n’s cute little outburst and reached over to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Looked like it was getting in your lip gloss, y/nnie.” He said with a honey-dripped voice. He smiled as he noticed as a small blush crept along y/n’s cheeks, down towards her neck. His eyes trailed below as they followed the path the blush was burning on her skin. He swallowed thickly as his eyes reached below her collarbone where his white band t-shirt stuck to her skin snugly. The white had become similar to gossamer, her skin and black bra shining through, thanks to the rain. Taking a sharp inhale, Jisung unconsciously began digging into her arm tightly as he drank in the sight. As if on cue, he broke the spell and suddenly snapped his eyes back into y/n’s. He hoped that she hadn’t noticed, although he knew the chances were entirely too slim. He couldn’t even blink as he peered into y/n’s eyes. Now it was Jisung’s turn to blush, a warmth spreading across his own cheeks. He sputtered something about ‘needing space’ and ‘why are you over here when there’s the entire couch?’ then promptly shoved y/n across the couch, turning his head away from her to hide the blush that was igniting his skin.

Y/n, of course, wouldn’t stand for being pushed away from her heat source as the cold from the rain blew into the tree house. “Sungie, fuck off! What the hell was that for? You know it’s cold out.” She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. After a few seconds of pouting silently she reached her arm out to grab the blunt that Jisung was holding in his hand, half forgotten. He yelped in surprise and moved his arm up in the air out of y/n’s reach. She slapped his shoulder and laughed as he grunted. After a few seconds of pretending to give up, she smiled and lunged even harder at Jisung. Launching herself off the couch and smiling in victory as she was able to reach the blunt Jisung held over his head, she failed to notice her miscalculation as she was now sitting in Jisung’s lap with her face very close to his own. He glared at her unamused but she still noticed the blush dusting his cheeks. The clock on the wall continued to tick on as the air around the pair thickened. Jisung’s own shocked expression melted into something much needier as she felt him try to physically run away from her hold. But with her sitting on his lap, he had nowhere to go. He pinched his eyebrows and turned his head, bringing his fist up in a feeble attempt to hide his teeth digging into his bottom lip at the suggestive pose the pair are in. With the way in which her arm is still frozen in the air at her attempt to get the blunt for herself, she begins to blush as bright as Jisung and feel a familiar slowly knot tying itself in her stomach. Y/n never thought she’d get turned on by such a small act, let alone from a simple mistake she made.

More time passed as the pair stared deeply, albeit curiously, into each other’s eyes. Jisung’s hands which were thrown around her waist in shock began to grip tighter at her hips, the fingers leaving indents in the milky skin where they were also splayed on her thighs. She parted her lips and he heard a small, breathy “Oh.” leave her. It was hard to deny, but this had a larger impact on y/n than she would have liked. She inhaled sharply as she felt her clit throb gently at the feeling at Jisung’s hands deliciously digging into her sides. It was her turn to look away in embarrassment as she quickly dismounted herself off his lap and back onto the couch with a pout. Stupid Jisung and the way he doesn’t realize the impact he has on me! She internally curses him as all she places the blunt back in between her sticky strawberry lips and inhales. After taking a long drag, and much to her enjoyment, the lack of a coughing fit, she crosses her hands back over into her lap and closes her eyes. She felt the beginning of her arousal begin to fade as she tried to be one of God’s stronger soldiers and put the thoughts flashing behind her eyes deep down into her subconscious. Something about the way Jisung’s fingers stung ever so slightly as he pushed into her plush thighs and waist with his soft hands threw her for a complete tailspin. Of course she’s had sex before, but never had she felt so ignited by such a small and subtle touch. It was as if a jolt of electricity had gone through her the second he laid his hands on her. Shaking her head vigorously to rid the sinful thoughts before they overwhelmed her and she could only imagine the way in which he would handle her, she tried to rid the unholy thoughts once more. Deciding to say “fuck it” and take another large drag from the blunt, end goal of becoming as high as possible in the fastest manner becoming clearer and clearer in her head. It was during this time in which she was so in her own head, she missed the golden opportunity to peek open her own eyes and see the disheveled state Jisung was in, similarly to her own.

If she were to peer over and turn her head towards Jisung, she would have had a heart attack and simultaneously seen the way he desired y/n so bad it was almost tangible. His head was reeling and chest heaving as he shut his eyes and flopped it back against the couch, staring up into the ceiling. His hair flopped with him and covered his eyes, but his own arousal was still apparent to any outsider. The way in which his bottom lip is still trapped between his teeth as he tries to catch his breath. The blush on his cheeks spread down to his chest where the slight dew of sweat began to gather. He pinched his nose bridge as he tried to will the thoughts and his raging boner away. The way in which y/n’s body looked so small on his lap, the way in which her thighs were so soft and plump in his hands. Her small, breathy, ‘oh’ that made his heart hang onto the idea that she was into him enough to find him sexually attractive, and the way in which her wet clothes clung to her form; it all made him go insane. He needed the weed to kick in any second now, hoping he could instead get lost in the sensation of being high rather than hopelessly longing for the feeling of y/n’s pink sugary lips gliding against his own. Heaving a heavy sigh, he looked over to y/n on the couch and slowly peeked his eyes at her form on the couch. Thanking whatever deity was allowing her to look so perfect before him, and luckily she was in her own world with her eyes closed. He let his eyes slowly drag down her body, a little more unashamedly now that he knew he didn’t have an audience to judge his own indulgence.

Jisung flitted his eyes down to her chest once again, running them along the valley of her collarbones, down to where her cleavage just faintly peeked out above the low collar she cut on his shirt, now claimed for herself and neatly stored in Jisung’s drawer for their impromptu sleepovers and other clothing emergencies. He dragged his eyes back up to her lips. He internally groaned as he saw the way her gloss smudged slightly from the blunt, the sugary pink tint shimmering softly in the light. After admiring her lips for a while, Jisung trailed his eyes down to her hips and smiled softly at what he saw. The grey sweatpants that they both owned as a matching set were sitting snugly on her hips. The ones with a little black star and the word “Youtiful” under it, that both of them got as a gift on graduation day from one of their closest friends. The ones that matched his very own. Thanking God and the people he saved in his last life, he smiled at the fact that even if y/n had so many other bottoms to choose from, she chose those special ones. Now here they were, both matching. As he thanked the universe for giving him this win, he stilled as he saw y/n inhale and slowly open her eyes before yawning and sitting up, lashes getting slightly wet from the unshed tears the strong yawn brought to her eyes. He sat up straighter, eyes still trained on her as he followed her every move. Imagine his surprise as he feels y/n shove the blunt between his lips and her hand on his cheeks, pushing into them lightly as she forces his mouth open (much like the kissy face a fish makes) to take the blunt. After she’s satisfied that the blunt remains lodged in Jisung’s plush lips, she withdraws her hand and whips her head away. He held his breath when the words y/n whispered met his ears.

“Mm feelin’ it slowly. It’s your turn to catch up now. Don’t wanna be high alone, Hannie.” Y/n mumbled out through pouted lips. She felt her cheeks heat up as she admitted to already feeling the pleasant sluggish feeling enveloping her body. After she was satisfied by seeing Jisung take a few drags himself, head laid back with one hand in his hair behind his head as he peered up at the ceiling, she let her own head flop back on the couch. Sighing with contentment, she snuggled further into the couch, allowing the comforting feeling of her incoming high roll onto her slowly. It was a few minutes that had passed before y/n’s eyes blink open again slowly as she sat up quickly realizing she had dozed off for about 30 minutes.

Embarrassment painted her features as she quickly realized where Jisung had been when she dozed off. She looked down and nearly yelped as she saw Jisung with his plump lips, open and spit-slicked, laying in her lap. She felt his hair tickle her thighs through the material of the sweatpants as she sucked in a breath and shook him gently, worried what would happen if he stayed there any longer. Now it was her turn to bite her lip as she felt him stir ever so slightly, and instead of waking up, he then wiggled his face deeper into y/n’s lap, grabbing at her and mumbling something incoherent except for the one word she caught. ‘Warm.’ Jisung burrowed in again, his nose nuzzling along her thigh as he breathed out peacefully, his breath fanning across her tummy, where her shirt had risen in her short slumber. Y/n’s breath caught as she let out a little hiccup when one deep sigh let out just the right amount of air to feel a small bead of arousal leak out of her hole and into her panties. After freezing in fear when she felt Jisung nuzzle impossibly deeper, almost driven in his sleep by his body’s unconscious drive to feel her closer. It was over for her though when she felt the tip of his nose nuzzle in just right so that it barely traced over her clothed clit. With a squeak she felt her clit throb more strongly this time and the arousal continued to pool in both her underwear and belly before she’d decided she’d had enough. She grabbed Jisung by the hair and lifted his sleeping body up.

Jisung awoke with a start and a yelp as his hands reached up to where y/n’s were caught tangled in his brunette locks. His bracelet jangled as he looked up at y/n with unshed tears and a pout on his lips, making them look so kissable. After a few seconds y/n smoothed her hand back over his hair and massaged it. She let her hands begin to knead into Jisung’s neck, trying to work out any sore spots as an apology for waking him up so urgently. With the pout still on his lips, he peered up at y/n as he felt his body begin to melt into her touch. “Why did you even do that anyways?” She shook her head and did something which Jisung did not expect at all. She leaned down and pressed her glossy lips to the tip of his nose gently. As his brain was short circuiting he looked up at her with his big boba eyes shining in the soft light and another pout formed on his lips. “W-what was that for?” He asked, his eyes trailing away to look at the posters and photos on the wall, a testament to the brilliance of your youth that you two shared together. Y/n simply smiled and retracted her face from Jisung’s. She twinkled out a laugh, eyes turning into little crescents, and flicked him in the forehead.

[mothandpidgeon]

Sing a Song of Sixpence (Joel Miller's Christmas Vacation)

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rating: G (fluff)

summary: Sarah requests a special trip over Christmas vacation. Joel does whatever it takes to make her wishes come true.

contents: fluff, 90s nostalgia, colonial america?

wc: 1.2k

a/n: Happy holidays to my Secret Santa, @whocaresstillthelouvre! Surprise but not really. Mallory, i knew we were going to be friends when you told me how much you love Colonial Williamsburg. I couldn't believe I found someone that overlapped in so many of my little niches. So when you told me that I was your secret Santa, I knew your fic was going to be about your favorite place. Thank you for being such a great friend, supporting me and my writing, and being my stoner buddy. I hope you enjoy your gift!

Thank you @schnarfer and @moonlitbirdie for giving this a once over! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Sarah clutches her doll as she skips down the red brick sidewalk.

Joel hadn’t realized just how expensive a toy could be until he shelled out the $86 to buy it. Sarah had begged and begged before he gave in and got it for her. “Felicity Doll” had been on every wish list, the American Girl catalogue left open on the kitchen table for two whole years. Sarah read and re-read not only the Felicity series but Addy, Kiersten, and Samantha, too, the paperback books creased and dog eared. This was no passing fad, not a fleeting interest, and so Joel saved up and surprised her with an American Girl doll of her very own for her birthday. 

She knew what was in the tall, rectangular box before she’d even unwrapped the damn thing, screeching and running around the living room in celebration. Sarah loved the doll, taking it everywhere with her, tucking it in bed beside her. Best money Joel had ever spent.

Except Felicity had a plethora of accessories and outfits, furniture and accouterments that all cost a handsome sum. More catalogues came, glossy pages with marker drawn circles around Felicity’s tea set and writing desk and pony. (“The doll has a pony?” “It’s in the books, Daddy!”) There were cookbooks and paper dolls and Sarah-sized colonial dresses that she desperately needed. It seemed that Joel was personally bankrolling the Pleasant Company.

And now he’d agreed to bring Sarah to Colonial Williamsburg. He really hadn’t had the heart to say no to her when she ask that they take a family trip there over winter break though he knew it would cost him an arm and a leg. 

“Wouldn’t you rather go to Disney World?” Tommy asked.

Joel shot him a look. Disney would’ve cost three times as much but it wasn’t about the money. He was proud of his little girl for being a bookworm, choosing museums and butter churns over roller coasters and Minnie Mouse. 

“It’s where Felicity’s from,” she insisted. 

Sarah leads Joel by the hand down Duke of Gloucester Street. The quaint little houses are all decorated for the season– around each doorway is an evergreen garlands accented with fat, red bows. There’s a chill in the air. He hadn’t considered the weather in Virginia when he’d planned this vacation. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice, excitedly pointing out the carolers on the corner and the horse drawn carriage conveying tourists down the sandy street. 

Sarah devours every little detail, listening with eyes like saucers as the interpreters dressed in old fashioned costumes drone on about milliners and beeswax candles. 

Joel’s mind just keeps slipping back to the fact that he and Tommy aren’t working right now. A whole week with no income.That’s going to hurt when the credit card bill comes in.

”D’you think they ever sniped a redcoat with one of those?” Tommy asks on a tour of the Governor’s Palace, nodding towards one of the many guns hanging on the ceiling.

Sarah shushes him.

”Hey,”Joel whispers to his brother. “Remind me when we’re back at the motel, I’ve got to call and get those tiles ordered for the duplex project.”

”C’mon man. You’re thinking about work now?” Tommy complains.

”Can’t lose another day. Order it now, it’ll be waiting for us when we’re back,” Joel explains. 

“Daddy! You’re not listening!” Sarah hisses.

“Sorry, babygirl,” he says, squeezing her hand in his.

He tries to pay attention, he really does. Joel’s never had much of a mind for history. Dates and places and stuffy old men. The buildings are interesting, at least. He amuses himself wondering what it would be like to build a house like they did in the olden days. A rough saw and a chisel and his bare hands. Like a pioneer on the homestead.

There’s a gift shop at the end of the tour. Of course. Joel lets out a sigh of resignation. Sarah knows better than to ask but she’s eyeing a tin whistle and a book about ghost sightings. 

“Pick one,” Joel offers, hoping she goes for the book. The last thing he needs is Tommy’s yammering and the squeal of Yankee Doodle for the rest of the trip.

Her brown eyes move between the two souvenirs, lips twisted in thought. 

“Shit. I’ll buy you both if your Dad’ll wear this,” Tommy says with a laugh. He’s holding up a little felt tricorn hat meant for elementary school kids.

”Really?” Sarah asks, all bright and giggling. 

Joel glowers.

Dinner is a fifteen dollar hamburger at one of the historical taverns. Sarah’s doll gets its own seat at the table, a paper napkin tucked into the collar of its dress. Joel’s able to pawn the hat off on Sarah but not before Tommy got a photo on his disposable camera. 

“That’s going on the fridge,” he chuckles. 

As Joel pays the bill (noting the price of Tommy’s three beers), there’s a rumble of drums. 

“What’s that?” Tommy asks, craning his neck towards the window. 

“The militia’s coming through,” the waitress says, clearing the dish from Sarah’s ice cream sundae (the historical accuracy of which is questionable). “They’ll march in for the fireworks.”

“Fireworks!” Sarah gasps. 

Joel sighs. He’s exhausted, out all day in the cold wrangling his brother and his daughter. His knees are aching and he’s ready to call it a day and go back to the motel. But Sarah is practically bouncing in her seat. 

Joel bundles himself up once again and the trio join the crowd that lines the street. A fife and drum corps in their scarlet uniforms march past followed by an officer on horseback. The sun has long set and the air nips at Joel’s throat. He wishes he had a scarf, could probably pick one up in yet another gift shop but it would surely cost a small fortune. He hopes these fireworks will be over soon so he can put his feet up. 

The little town looks quite festive in the night. Candles glow in every window and the street lamps cast a warm light over the tourists. A massive evergreen on the Palace Green twinkled with modern lights but it only adds to the atmosphere. 

Without warning, the first firework shoots into the sky, its bang makes Tommy jump. It bursts into a shower of silver. The other spectators cheer and more fireworks follow— red and blue, green and gold. 

Sarah’s gloved hand wraps around Joel’s. Her face is turned up to the sky, illuminated by the colorful fireworks. Her eyes round with wonder, sparkling pink and white from the cascade of sparks above. 

She’s having the time of her life. And she deserves it. Sarah’s a good kid. Polite, studious, thoughtful. Joel’s always been proud of her though he has no idea how she turned out so sweet considering he and Tommy have been the ones that raised her. This is what it’s all for, he reminds himself. The hard work and long hours, the never ending stress of bills for things he can’t afford. It’s all for her. 

She turns to find Joel watching her, his heart swollen in his chest. 

“Thanks, Daddy,” she says. She squeezes his hand and pulls her doll close to her chest.  

That thing was worth every penny. 

Happy holidays to everyone! Special shout out to the tent pitchers and all of my moots but also to anyone that's read my fics this year. Thank you for your support.

[fefairys]

"Gamzee alternates capitalizing and lowercasing between entire sentences now, rather than every other letter. Originally, his standard quirk was meant to signify a whimsical—capricious, if you will—typing and speaking style. He's up, he's down, he's up, he's down...like an unpleasant rollercoaster ride at a carnival. But because the alternation was so tight, on the individual letter level, it had a way of diffusing his capricious qualities and averaging them out more broadly across his statements and his personality in general. In a sense, it signified a neutralization of his volatile tendencies. It's like lying on a bed of nails: the more tightly packed the nails are, the less dangerous it is. You may forget the bed even consists of dangerous components. But if you start separating them out, the deadliness becomes more evident. Isolating the capital letters into their own lines is like consolidating all the nails into one lethal, sharp object, like a knife, and then intermittently wielding it to stab you in one line, then sheathing it the next. So it would seem Gamzee's psychological break, whether brought on by "sobriety" or other factors, had a way of sharpening the divide in his mind between his murderous and benign tendencies, whereas in his previous state they all blended together into a vaguely addled, mostly harmless personality. He expresses some understanding of this divide here, by identifying himself as the two messiahs he always worshipped. Also, even though the divide in his personality has crystalized, and he understands this, it seems his murderous persona heavily predominates when he is in this state of mind. It is the more powerful and aggressive version of his personality, which can easily steamroll his chill stoner attitude once it's loose. It should be noted that a personality which is bifurcated between good and evil, and the predomination of one over the other, is a critical feature of the cherubs appearing later, who arguably are a much better fit for his mirthful messiah prophecy." -Andrew Hussie

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for January 2X, 2021; #250.

Baroness: “Throw Me An Anchor”

Breacher: “They Call This Life”

Threadbare: “Relocation Policy”

Prayer Group: “Acid Mountain”

Keelhaul: “Some Day Some Other Place”

Remote Viewing: “Fuck A Church”

Mrs. Piss: “Downers Surrounded By Uppers”

King Woman: “Utopia”

Divide & Dissolve: “We Are Really Worried About You”

Mattachine: “Sisyphus”

Castaway: “My Loneliest Dream”

Dreadnought: “Besieged”

Shifting: “Pig From Heaven”

Primitive Weapons: “Keep The Lights On”

Sepultura: “War”

Russian Circles: “Kohokia”

Gojira: “Stranded”

Pig Destroyer: “Circle River”

Less Art: “Diana The Huntress”

Hesitation Wounds: “Charlatan Fuck” + “Hellevangelist”

Horsewhip: “Lowlands”

Junkowl: “Quarantine Us All”

Sumac: “The Iron Chair”

The Body & Full Of Hell: “The King Laid Bare”

The Body: “Our Souls Were Clean”

Uniform: “Life In Remission”

Broadcast #250.

[the-autumn-apple-artworks]

౨ৎ. Kinito Master(re)post!

Y'know, since I've moved my art blog here instead of reblogging everything from the other blog I'll just repost this one only cuz I'm sillay, the other spin off doodles and old art can be found on @autumn-applepie, which is now my spam blog

With that said! Kinito content!! Again!! Wooo!!

Sadly have to use these goofy aa dividers instead of the pretty ones due to the image limit </3 Will look better on phone

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౨ৎ. New Life AU

Starting off with the main AU!

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౨ৎ. Daycare AU

Co-owned by my friend @omuricebreakfast !! I love this AU sm

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౨ৎ. Literally just two stoners!

Me and @omuricebreakfast, yet again being menaces, this time shipping our knockoff Kinito plushies (Amazonito on the left, Temunito on the right) and made them into gay stoners

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౨ৎ. If you appreciate my art, consider commissioning me!

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[baddestbittyontheblock]

february fic recs (2/2)

✦ dividers by @saradika-graphics, @gigittamic, @plutism ✦

Ⳋ᧙ hi everyone!! i've read a ton of fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of february!! Ⳋ᧙ ⑅part 1⑅

I made 2 post's for february cause it was too long lol

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Ⳋ᧙ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings Ⳋ᧙

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ also, if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

tlou

ellie williams

❀᧓ ellie fic by @elslvrsworld bbf!ellie x curious!reader | men dni, swearing, kissing, suggestive, brief mention of weed, corruption kink (if u squint), no smut (yet ;p) player!ellie, kind of innocent!reader, 1.6k words

-your brothers best friend.

❀᧓ in the pale moonlight by @sweetmourninglambie e. williams x fem! reader | weed usage lol, thigh riding, established relationship, clothed sex i guess, high sex (?), reader is a femme, fluff, kinda dom! ellie and sub! reader, and pet names, 2.7k

-the familiar sound of ellie’s lighter flickering to life caught your attention, enough that you turned away from the movie she had put on for the two of you to watch together.

❀᧓ late by @tashasbabe ellie williams x reader | profanity, strap rubbing, masturbation

-“i’m still thinking about you.”

❀᧓ ellie blurb by @moonalumi high sub!top ellie williams x reader | ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS, fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma/mama kink

-a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.

❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | rough strap on sex from the back (r receiving)

-reader w ellies name tattooed on her lower back and when she surprises ellie w it ellie straps her from the back.

❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | nsfw 18+, scissoring/tribbing, ellie calling u mama

-messy nasty car sex w sub!top ellie

❀᧓ a dare to stupid by @undressrehearsal ellie williams x reader | nsfw, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving), 7.5k

-a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session

❀᧓ ellie fic by @elslvrsworld f1 driver!ellie x girlfriend!reader | men dni, 2.0k words, porn w/ plot (kindof), wlw sex, oral (e!receiving), degradation (pretty vanilla), + praise, pet names (baby, mama, princess, etc;) vulgarity, profanity, dom!ellie, sub!reader, riding (r!receiving), smacking (like a lil tap), ellie refers to strap as her cock, overstimulation, nipple sucking, mating press (r!receiving), black reader, angry!ellie kinda dirtyy hollon

-ellie loses a race just by a second and needs a to place her anger somewhere.

marvel

wanda maximoff

❀᧓ her favorite drug by @scarletlizzard wanda x fem!reader | minors dni, drug use (marijuana), smoking, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, strap on use (r receiving), fluff

-your girlfriend is a stoner. one night, you decide you finally want to try some.

❀᧓ mind games by @wandasverison wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+, two second mommy kink, slight electrocution (if that’s even what you’d call it), smut for sure, oh yeah mind reading (major), mind altering? (slight? not really, just trippy Wanda powers)

-gf!wanda maximoff; reader makes a joke about Wanda invading their mind while they have sex, Wanda takes it a little too seriously and y/n makes it up to her with apologies and a little seduction.

natasha romanoff

❀᧓ let's run away by @marvelfilth natasha romanoff x f!reader

-it's your wedding day and you can't be seen with natasha

the bear

carmen berzatto

❀᧓ dad!carmen blurb by @gxtitobxby dad!carmen berzatto x reader

-i’m thinking of his little daughter one night, sitting at the kitchen table with her hair wet from the shower, brushed back and leaving a damp spot on the back of her pyjama shirt, and she’s having some fruit for dessert while you wash dishes and carmen prepares her lunch for school tomorrow, and out of nowhere she asks absentmindedly “daddy could you pack some extra please?”

❀᧓ the feeling by @thebearer carmen berzatto x reader | 18+minors dni. mentions of a gun and alcohol but not in a bad way lol? established relationship. slight mentions of a dom/sub dynamic. language. but really just fluff fluff fluff &lt;3

-a little tipsy, definitely hungry, and missing carmen, you find your way to the restaurant after closing to see him.

❀᧓ cute blurb by ^ carmen berzatto x reader

-carmy’s gf being dropped off at carmy’s restaurant (after closing) after another girls night, and she’s so drunk that she doesn’t recognize carmy for a second

❀᧓ sixth sense by ^ carmen berzatto x reader

-carmy has a sixth sense for when his gf hasn’t eaten. Even on the days where she has no headache, no aching tummy, he just takes one look at her and makes that one face and is like “Are you fucking kidding me?”

❀᧓ treat me tonight by @answer2jeff carmen berzatto x reader | fluffy smut, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), piv sex (unprotected), both reader and carmen have a bit of a praise kink, brief hairpulling, the "L-word," established relationship, gets a little rough towards the end, back scratching, porn with no real plot

-"try it,"

❀᧓ girl dinner by @mayfieldss carmen berzatto x reader

-"what the fuck is girl dinner?"

❀᧓ more, more, more by @atrwriting carmen berzatto x coworker!reader | SMUT!, alcohol consumption, alcohol consumption with sex, smoking, p in v penetration, work relationships, overstimulation, carmen berzatto being an absolute mind blowing fuck

-you didn’t really know how it happened.

❀᧓ a little taste by @caramelberzatto carmen berzatto x reader | 18+, swearing, p in v, etc. afab!reader. no use of pronouns

-he called your name through the dark apartment, but it went unheard from where you laid, face down.

❀᧓ sunshine baby by ^ pre-fatherhood dad!carm x fem!reader | mildy suggestive content, pregnancy. fem!reader, use of fem pronouns

-the temperatures in the past week had sky-rocketed, leaving you sweating with even the slightest amount of movement, and that wasn’t taking into account the hot flashes that came with pregnancy.

❀᧓ yours, cb. by @lovebitters carmen berzatto x reader | fluff, 1.02k

-carmen writes a letter to you the day before he proposes, reflecting on your relationship.

marauders era

sirius black

❀᧓ sirius blurb by @wzrd-wheezes sirius black x reader | smut

-reader who has a hard time cumming and sirius helps with that

❀᧓ little lies by @amiableness sirius black x fem!reader | smut 18+, male masturbation, oral fem receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be so careful!), reader wears a bikini top, and jealousy, 11.4k

-james asks sirius and y/n to pretend to date after he blurts out they are to lily.

james potter

❀᧓ late night snacks by @shiftermia james potter x reader, platonic!peter pettigrew x reader | fluff

-where james catches you and peter in the kitchens

❀᧓ end game by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x slytherin!fem!reader | fluff/hurt and comfort, rivalry, chaser!captain!james, chaser!captain!reader, secret relationship (previous enemies to lovers), injuries, swearing, protective!james

-playing quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…

remus lupin

❀᧓ a christmas special by @moonstruckme remus lupin x fem!reader | mentions of alcohol, smut mdni, p in v, oral (fem receiving), praise, inexperienced reader, shy little idiots in love, 11k

-after christmas eve at remus' flat, thick snowfall prevents you from going home. he's more than happy to host you

❀᧓ grumpy x sunshine by @underoospeterparker  grumpy!remus lupin x sunshine!fem!reader

-"why the annoyed look, moons?" sirius laughed, nudging his best friend. "problems in paradise?"

poly!marauders

❀᧓ ❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞ by @sunnami (1/2) poly!marauders x reader, (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.) | reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair

-how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

❀᧓ ❝time will tell.❞ (2/2) by ^ poly!mauraders x reader, (james potter x reader, sirius black x reader, lily evans x reader, and remus lupin x reader.) | reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], depressed and traumatized slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, angst, 9.5k

-❝you are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.❞

❀᧓ you'd be the love of my life when i was young by ^ poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader) | slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending

-gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

❀᧓ possessive by @ellecdc poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | slight injury, nothing major, fluff

-“okay, well the wound is closed but there’s not much i can do about the bruising or the blood on your shirt.”

❀᧓ cute fic by ^ poly!WolfStar x fem!reader | territorial boyfriend, slight jealousy, dom/sub dynamics if you squint but SFW

-you weren’t hiding. not really...

but you were also sort of kind of definitely hiding.

❀᧓ funny blurb by @luveline poly!marauders x fem!reader | mdni please!, 1k

-“what is that?”

[milkpup]

✧ stoner! choso ramble thing ✧

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›› choso x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: drugs (weed)

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, switch!choso, dom choso at first then he's all soft at the end WOOO,making out, smoking, swapping smoke? idk how to describe it, groping, light smut i guess?

‹𝟹 notes: thank u to my pookie @navi-n0 for the great idea :3 inspired by @comicalgrievance (read their stoner choso i am begging T_T!!!!!) idk if i'll write more, although i like stoner!choso so maybe owo but i just wanted to thirst abt him rn frfr, i like choso more as subby but tbh switch choso is pretty fire ngl LMAO

Choso was happy when he found out you smoked. He was even more thrilled when he found out you were like a fucking chimney, the only one who could match him that he’d ever met.

You both regularly had seshes together, taking turns rolling for each other or packing bowls. He thought it was cute you would use pink papers and add dried herbs, but he’d never admit it to you.

It was his turn, and you were sitting next to him as he was grinding the herb and placing it on the paper. He leaned over to kiss you, taking a momentary break to leave your mouth sloppy. “open, princess.” your lips were covered in sloppy lip gloss, and Choso admired it as he spit into your mouth. “lick it,” he says as he lifts the joint to your lips. you didn’t think it would be so hot to seal a joint this way, but your body said otherwise. “good girl,” he purrs as he pets your head. Your cheeks are flaring and your body feels like a furnace.

Choso isn’t usually dominant in general, but his aura changes sometimes, especially if he’s higher than an astronaut. It was a good change of pace, and you welcomed it.

“Ladies first,” he says as he places the joint between your lips, and sparking the lighter under it. You inhale the unbeatable taste, and you noticed Choso added some dried up flowers and herbs like you had shown him. You smiled at the thought knowing you influenced Choso.

You exhale, passing the joint to Choso and watch him take the longest and fattest hit he possibly could have. He looks like a dragon, grinning from ear to ear as he exhales out of his nose. You chuckle at the sight.

Choso’s eyes lock onto yours as he asks you a question. “Can I try something with you?” Although his question was more in the essence of a statement, he didn’t give you much of a chance to respond as he inhales a long puff from the joint and crashes his lips into yours in the next moment.

He kisses you for only a moment, as his hand locks around your neck and pulls you closer into him. He seals your lips together, exhaling and sharing the smoke. Your mouth fills with the smoke as you inhale. Choso pulls your lips apart, a string of saliva still connecting to you two.

You look over at him through the haze of the smoke, your cheeks flaring and heat pooling in your core. “My turn.” You say as he passes the joint to you.

You push Choso down on the couch beside you as you take a long drag of the joint. You’re straddling his lap as you lean down and kiss him. You bite his lip softly as you exhale smoke into his mouth. Your hands are snaking down his abdomen, and you lift his shirt up, pulling his sweats down. A blush is covering his face as you work your hands over his boxers.

“Can you do that again, please?”

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