#time to go smoke a preroll.!!!

[passivetimber]

always feels....good? validating? when I get some kind of "what the fuck" reaction from my therapists when telling them about certain parts of my childhood abuse. like ah thank you for that reaction if only someone had that reaction when I was a child and living it

[keeksandgigz]

the love witch

modern!eddie munson x fem!witchy!reader

summary: Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend. Hell, he's not even sure how he was able to get you interested in him in the first place. Despite him not really believing in your witchy practices, he's incredibly supportive, but that doesn't come without his cheeky digs. He agrees to a tarot reading for shits and giggles. You don't like that he doesn't take it seriously.

cw: no y/n, reader's nickname is 'witchy' , talk of the occult, wiccan practices, description of r's clothing, but no body description, reader has female anatomy, oral (F receiving), face sitting, sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, choking, slight biting, dirty talk, honorifics, unprotected piv (pls don't do that), ending leans towards the whole witchy vibe

word count: 4.8k

this and all my works are 18+ minors do NOT interact

Eddie Munson is one lucky motherfucker. 

Living in a small studio apartment in the Haight-Ashbury of San Francisco, which he got a damn good price on. 

He works at one of the many vintage record stores in the neighborhood, which pulsates with raw musical energy, almost as if he steps in the 70s every time he gets out of the front door of his apartment building.

Sometimes he just sits on his fire escape to fuck around with his guitar, inspired by the smells of incense coming from the crystal shops, the music coming from the vintage clothing stores and the pungent smell of lingering weed at all hours of the day.

And with the shaggy, long, brown curls, bullet belt and chains, his black cutoff band t- shirts and heavy lace up boots, he seems to fit right in- for the first time in his life. 

Next to his record store there is one of the many crystal shops on the high street, a tiny little nook he always walks by on the way to work and snickers to himself. There’s no way people believe in all that.

He stops doing that once he meets you. 

Eddie Munson is one lucky motherfucker because he crosses paths with you.

He meets you while he is on his lunch break, using those thirty minutes of peace to walk around and usually pick up some prerolls from the dispensary a couple buildings down, or he lingers in front of the guitar store on the other side of the street, ogling at a B.C. Rich or an Ibanez, spending his break in there, fucking around with a cool amp. 

He meets you on an off day. A day where he doesn't feel like walking around, so he just stands in front of his store smoking a cigarette. You're walking a longtime client out of the crystal shop next door. 

“Thank you for that dried lavender, Janice! I’ll set aside some of that incense for you when we get the shipment” he hears you say. He turns around, snickers at your words while Janice passes in front of him, disappearing in the Saturday afternoon crowd. 

“Something funny?” you ask. Your voice feels smooth like honey wine. He turns around, and suddenly he doesn't feel like snickering anymore.

You look so pretty, the kind of pretty that is almost otherworldly. Like you could’ve come up in his head while planning a DnD campaign. Purple bell sleeve top, a long, black, flowy skirt and lace- up boots. Dressed like his own elven high priestess. 

He realizes he’d been staring at you for a good silent minute. He nervously breaks eye contact to put out his cigarette on the sole of his Docs. 

“Sorry– heh, just don’t really believe in all that stuff” he says, shrugging. In doing that, his evidently too- short shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of the skin of his tummy, which doesn’t go unnoticed to you. 

You lean on the doorframe of the store “What’s your name again?” you ask, a feline smile creeping on your lips. 

He swallows “I um- haven’t told you my- It’s Edward- Eddie!” he corrects himself, you got him flustered “Nobody calls me Edward” he remarks. 

His stammer makes you smile, like he's a wounded puppy dog. 

“Alright Edward Eddie, see you around” and with that you disappear back into the store. 

It takes Eddie a week to learn your name, asking the owner of the crystal shop you work at with no luck, then running into Janice a week later, who kindly tells him your name and then raves about you for a good ten minutes. Quite the hypewoman. 

It takes Eddie another two weeks to ask you out on a date. You're wearing a long mauvish dress under a white cardigan when he sees you walk into the store. Your hair is pulled back from your face and he swears he sees stars in your eyes. 

You say yes and agree to meet at a coffee shop, and by the end of the day, he asks you for a second date. And then a third, and a fourth, and by the arrival of fall, Eddie Munson has a girlfriend.

Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend.

He even jokes with his friends that his witch girlfriend put a spell on him. Made him drink a love potion, because he can't justify him being so obsessed with you.

Another thing he can't justify is you actually liking him. Sometimes he still needs to pinch himself to make sure it's not all a joke.

A pretty girl that looks like she's straight out of his DnD fantasies is dating him? There's no way shit like that happens to Edward Munson.

Although his apartment is right above the record shop, which means sneaking away for a quickie whenever you guys have matched up work schedules, he loves your apartment.

Twenty minutes away from Haight- Ashbury, in Twin Peaks, there lies your apartment. In an old building from the sixties or seventies, you have it decorated with tapestries and sun- catchers and rugs and pillows and cushions. It's a joy for Eddie's senses.

And with dating you, came Circe, your black cat who seems to have taken an almost immediate liking to Eddie.

Your apartment always smells like incense and candles, a smell you bring with you wherever you go. A smell Eddie loves. There are plants hanging from the ceiling and a big purple couch in the living room.

Everything is antique, lucky finds from thrift stores or flea markets. The table, chairs. The bookcases that hold your witchy books and your crystals.

The first time he comes over he picks one up. A carnelian.

"So, these pretty rocks are supposed to... what?" he asks, toying with every bit and bob on your bookshelf.

"They're crystals, Eddie. And each different one has a purpose. That one you're holding is a carnelian" you say, pouring him a cup of loose- leaf herbal tea, and pointing at the crystal with your nose.

"Okay, and what's it do?" he asks, toying with the smooth surface and going to sit on the ground next to you. He blows on his tea and takes a sip. He isn't a tea enjoyer, but for you he could be.

"Well, a lot of things, but primarily carnelians help boost sexual energy-" you get interrupted by Eddie sputtering out his tea. Some of it lands on you, which causes you to let out a shriek.

The ridiculousness of the situation is both endearing and hilarious. The poor guy probably didn't expect you being so blunt about your use of crystals to aid your sex life.

A giggle escapes you while Eddie tinges a deep shade of crimson from the embarrassment. He shakily sets down the teacup and saucer.

"Shi-shit sorry, lemme help you clean it up" he says, scrambling for the napkins on the coffee table to clean his mess up.

"You got some on me, Eddie" you say as you move your hair from your face to let him clean up the spit- out tea from your cheek.

"Oh my god, sorry lemme get that" he repeats, flushed.

He's shaky in reaching for the napkin to wipe your skin, afraid that he might have ruined his shot at dating you just because he cannot keep his mouth shut.

"It's honestly not a big deal, Ed. It was just funny for the most part" you smile at him, reaching your hand to lay his head on your shoulder. He breathes again.

Once he's calmed down he continues his curious interview.

"So what, do you put it up your pussy or something?" The idea of it makes Eddie's blood run slightly hotter. You laugh.

He blushes at your reaction, feeling slightly embarrassed once he registers what he had just said.

A sheepish "sorry" escapes his lips.

"No, no it's fine" you chuckle "not exactly. You just kinda charge them and set intentions. Then you can take it with you on, like, a date, if you wanna hope for something more" you say. He becomes very aware of his hard- on when you say that.

There is a thick sense of expectation in the air once those words leave your mouth. It could be the thick incense smoke floating around the room, or it could be the way you're looking at him like you want to eat him whole. Your faces get closer.

"I brought one with me today, actually" you admit. And he has never taken his shirt off so fast in his life.

So every time you hang out, he carries a piece if carnelian in his pocket, in hopes to repeat what happened at your apartment.

With time, he learns to carry a rose quartz with him, too.

Soon after, you begin gifting him crystals and bracelets to carry with him. He likes his black tourmaline beaded bracelet the best.

"It's for protection" you had said. It's just very metal to him.

He never really believes in it, but it's sweet, seeing you show up to his apartment with little colorful rocks to put on his windowsill. You teach him how to recharge them and set intentions, but after the second or third time he just can't be bothered.

He quickly learns it's not just pretty rocks you're interested in. You're, like, a full- fledged witch. Hence, the nickname 'witchy' he'd given you.

You ask him for the time and place of his birth. He scrambles to text his uncle Wayne to ask if he remembers what time he's born.

After a couple days of searching, Wayne comes across Elizabeth Munson's old diary. Indianapolis, Indiana, December 21st, 1997 at 3:47 AM.

Eddie Munson has a birth chart.

Sagittarius sun, Scorpio moon, Aries rising.

Whatever that means.

You try to explain it to him, but to no avail. He doesn't really care much for the stars. Except the ones in your eyes.

He swears he can see them twinkle every time you're laying on your brocade rug in the candle lit living room. He learns you don't really use your couch, rather, you just lay on the floor, among a pile of pillows.

Sometimes you're watching TV together. You're sat in between his legs, leaning against his chest, while Circe lays on your lap. And you look at his palms, tracing the fine lines and ridges of his calloused hands.

"You have lines on the top of your hand" you whisper, kissing his fingers.

He blows the cigarette smoke out the open window, careful not to make your house smell.

"Yeah, no shit. We all have 'em, witchy" he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

"No, look right here" you say, tracing the faint lines right where his callouses are "lines like this means you're gonna have a long life" you kiss that spot on his hand. Coarse, but warm.

"Thank fuck, imagine if i just got hit by a cable car tomorrow?" he chuckles, going back to watching TV.

You trace a deep line that goes across the palm of his hand, you smile to yourself.

"Whatcha smilin' about, witchy?" he says, eyes still glued on the TV.

"You have a double heart line. Means you love a lot" you turn and give him a smile. One of those that make your eyes sparkle in the candlelight.

"If I have a double heart line, does that mean I love you more?" he asks, sickly sweet. He cringes at himself for swearing he wasn't going to be that guy, but when you look at him like he just hung the moon for you, he can allow himself to be disgustingly sappy.

You think about it, because he does have a point, but you don't want to make him win this two- month long game you've been playing, so instead you take his palm once more.

"Look, Ed" you say, pointing at a random prominent line "this line tells me you're an asshole" you laugh, as he pinches your sides and you try to squirm away, but his hands are holding you firmly while planting sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach.

Cheek, neck, shoulder. He inhales the curve between your neck and shoulder, and you swear your feel a bit of tongue poke out between his lips. Then he stops.

And you feel it. Deeply seated at the bottom of your back, pressing against the exposed skin between your shirt and pants.

Eddie loves the way you smell, intoxicated by the smell of lavender incense and some kind of berry perfume you wear.

He's convinced that perfume is actually just a pheromone concentrate, because he cannot stop the blood rushing to his dick everytime he catches a whiff of the sweet berries, nestled in the crook of your neck, behind your ear.

"And where's the line that tells me I'm gonna get a kiss?" Eddie asks, voice low and gravelly, a voice that fills you with need, makes your breath falter from your lungs, replacing it with water. But you kiss him nonetheless, and maybe him getting a kiss is written in the stars, after all.

He softly grabs your hair as he slips his tongue in your mouth. Honey- wine whimpers falling from your lips, as you try and get Circe off your lap and in literally any other room. The cat seems to be unbothered.

"Ed... she doesn't want to move" you whine, high pitched voice expressing annoyance, but also overwhelmed at how cute your cat is.

"She's the biggest cockblocker in history" he mutters annoyed, you laugh. A groan leaves his mouth.

"Leave her alone she's just a baby! Us having sex tonight just wasn't in the stars" you shrug, light and airy as you go back to leaning on his chest and petting Circe.

Fuck the stars. He huffs, accepting his fate

He waits for you outside of the shop when he's not working. Guitar case slung around his shoulders, so he can practice at yours, he picks you up and you take the train to your apartment.

"How was work today, witchy?" he asks, roping a hand around your shoulders and giving you a tender kiss on your head.

"Meh, a. bunch of wannabe Tiktok witches, a bunch of old ladies booking tarot readings and threatening to leave bad reviews because I told them their husband is cheating on them or something" you shrug getting on the bus "Janice came, though, she brought me some jasmine flowers so I can make love tea" you say, sitting down. He sits next to you.

You take out the small satchel of dried jasmine flowers, taking in the sweet scent of citrusy flowers.

"Love tea?" he asks "that what you give me when I come over to your apartment every time?" he dips his nose in the satchel, giving it a sniff.

"Yeah, you wish" you laugh "just peppermint tea. Don't want you accusing me I put a love spell on you" Eddie smiles and lays your head on his shoulder while you play with the tassels of your bag, letting you close your eyes for the twenty minutes of the train ride.

Once you're home he slings the guitar case off his shoulders and takes it out, sitting at the stools of your breakfast counter, while you empty the contents of your bag.

Herbs, oils and a new card deck.

"So, what do you need to do now?" he asks, pulling out his phone, looking for guitar tabs to practice on.

"'kay, so" you begin "I need to make tea blend, then putting stuff together for this new project I'm working on, and then break out this new deck I got from work" you say, lost in the mysticism of your to- do list.

Sometimes he finds it funny that the stuff you have to worry about is totally otherworldly to what he usually worries about.

He watches you break out the mortar and pestle while you measure a teaspoon of dried rosebuds, a teaspoon of dried lavender buds, a teaspoon of jasmine and a pinch of cinnamon. He mindlessly plays a couple chords from a song he heard at the record shop.

"What's the cinnamon for?" he asks, pointing at the jar.

"Spicing things up? Cinnamon is a spice, so could be. I'm trying out this new recipe" you say, grinding the flowers together.

"So what you're saying" he begins, looking up from his guitar "is that you're making sex tea" and the feline grin plastered on your face is enough to make you wanna smack him in the head.

"This is not sex tea, Edward" you interject sternly while pouring the contents of the mortar in a new jar.

You light an incense stick, a rose infused one, to set your intentions for this batch, then putting it to rest on your windowsill for the night.

"What are you doing, witchy?" he asks, following your gaze as you set down the jar.

"It's for the moon. Charges the tea" you say, nonchalantly "can you pass me that deck on the counter, please?" you sit on the carpet legs crossed, while Eddie reaches for the card deck and tosses it at you. You catch it.

He sets down his guitar against the counter to goes to stand in front of you as you take the tarot cards out of the deck and start shuffling them.

"What's that baby?" he asks, he swears he can never stop learning from you.

"My new tarot deck, I need to break it out. Want me to give you a reading?" you ask, hoping he'll say yes.

He truly thinks about it, because he doesn't believe in any of this stuff, but saying no to you and watching your eyes darken with sadness is something he doesn't want to put himself through.

He is a weak, weak man.

He shrugs. "Alright then" he says, sitting down on one of the cushy pink pillows on the floor of your apartment "gimme a reading, you little witch"

Your ringed hands shuffle the gold filigree cards.

"I'm gonna do a regular spread, 'kay? Just past, present, future" you look at him, and he swears he sees your eyes twinkling again in the light of the glass lamp on the side table.

You fan out the cards on the carpet and let him pick three cards.

He's reluctant about this, all he really wants is to cook dinner together and spend the evening with you.

You spread the three cards out and unveil the first one.

"Okay, so that's The Empress. Means you have a significant female figure in your life. It usually represents feminine beauty, abundance" you say, explaining it to him.

"You got some abundance, alright" he huffs a laugh, quickly silenced by a deathly stare. You didn't like it when he made fun of what you liked. You roll your eyes at him.

"Sorry, witchy. Keep going" he smiles, like he's about to crack another joke.

"Yeah, okay." you flip the middle card "what luck. You got the lovers" you say, unenthusiastically.

Eddie's eyes light up at the possibility of a joke "Is that the card that tells me I'm getting some sick pussy in the next five minutes?" he asks, his tone makes you want to throw the empty box of cards at his head.

"It looks like you're not taking it seriously, so what's the point" you go to stand up, but he stops you.

"Sorry, baby, please don't leave. I'm enjoying this, Sorry, I won't make any more jokes, I promise" he pleads, and a wicked idea sparks in your head. He sounds really pretty when he begs.

You let out an annoyed groan as you sit back down and you unveil the last card, his future.

Ace of wands. Sex really was in his cards tonight.

"What's that, baby?" he asks.

"Ace of wands. Looks like you're gonna get some 'sick pussy' after all, Munson. Lie down." You command.

He flushes red. "Huh?" you reach under your long skirt to remove your panties.

"I said lie down, I'm giving you what the cards said" you stare at him, expectation in your eyes as he lays down on the brocade carpet, unsure if he should feel afraid or like the luckiest motherfucker alive.

"Better put in the work, pretty boy" you say, crawling on top of him, he looks at you, eyes blown as you lift your skirt, climbing the length of his body. You reach a resting place right on top of his mouth.

It takes him a second to register that you're sitting on his face, and his tongue darts out of his open mouth, to shyly have a taste.

"C'mon now, Eddie, where is the passion? You seemed really passionate about cracking jokes earlier, didn't you?" you cooed, holding up your shirt to look at his eyes, twinkling and darkened as his tongue begins to lap up the length of your pussy.

He gets the hang of it as your hips begin to grind on his face, his tongue darting in and out of your hole as his nose bumps deliciously against your clit.

"Mmm fuck" you gasp as you raise your hips to let him breathe, but he just pulls you down harder. A gasp escapes your mouth as the sound of your moans and Eddie's slurping fills the room.

Even he hears it, because you can see his eyes roll to the back of his head as a resounding hum escapes his lips, vibrating against you, wet and sensitive.

A whine leaves your mouth as you begin to get more desperate, grabbing a handful of his hair, grinding your hips harder against his tongue.

"Doing so good for me, Ed." you say in a feeble attempt to keep the reins controlled, but his tongue works magic on you, making your brain turn to mush.

"There you go don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop" you command, and his tongue flicks against your clit, catching it between his teeth to begin to suck at it.

A mewl leaves your lips, feeling the familiar warmth in your belly begin to form as you pull harder on his hair, moans becoming more high pitched and strained as Eddie makes quick work of his tongue on you.

"'mgonna cum on your face, you want that?" you ask, a rhetorical question, because of course he wants you to gush all over him.

And so you do. You come with a silent scream, riding the orgasm out with the last few snaps of your hips, as your breathing stills and your vision goes white.

Eddie's also panting like a dog under you, aching in his pants for you to make him cum.

You get off his mouth, his chin coated with your fluids as he gathers them on his fingers and sticks them in his mouth. You can't help but mutter a "good boy" as you reach for the belt of his pants.

"Sit up" you command, as he goes to straighten his back and lean against your purple couch.

You take off his shirt "I'm gonna ride you, yeah?" he looks at you like you've just discovered that aliens are real.

"God, yes please, please" he says, looking up at you as you unzip your top off, and you swear his eyes grow bigger at the sight of your chest, your bra still on. A longing sigh leaves his mouth.

You unbutton his jeans and lower them to his mid thigh along with his boxers as his cock slaps against his tummy. He hisses at the feeling as he watches you align yourself on top of it.

"You want it, Ed?" you question, an aura of cool, calm control exuding from you.

He whines. "Please, I want it so bad. Please put it in" he begs, and you've never realized how pretty his voice sounded when begging. Whiny and high pitched, nasal, almost as if he were about to cry. A prayer for you to fulfill him, make him whole.

Like he is nothing without you.

Is that what it felt like for him to see you crying on his cock every night? A rush of power washes over you, as you motion to sink down on him, but quickly going back up.

He lets out a whiny cry, a bratty child without his candy.

"Uh- huh. Beg me to fuck you, Ed" you say. You swear you can feel him shiver, his cock jumping from underneath your skirt.

"F-fuck, please. Please fuck me. Please my love, my witch, my high priestess" he rambles, your hand creeps up his thick neck, wrapping around it "fuck mmm please, I'll do anything. I'll give you everything" a frenzied speech, his words speed up at the feeling of your nails scratching the skin of his neck.

He'd let you sacrifice him to the devil if you asked him.

Feeling his pulse point with your nails as you begin to squeeze the sides of it, a needy gasp escapes the pretty boy's mouth.

Flushed a pretty red, sweat clinging to the base of his neck and forehead, hair curling and sticking to his feverish skin as you begin to sink down on him.

Inch by inch, slowly feeling him fill you up, as a quiet "oh" escapes you once you've taken all of him.

His breath is quick and labored, quiet pleas rolling out of the sweetness of his tongue, where the taste of you lingers. The love potion you'd been administering him all along.

Eddie Munson is not a religious guy, but if he needs to pray to his goddess to get you to fuck him he'll do it.

But you start moving. A slow, feline movement of your back, almost as if you and Circe were the same creature, a shapeshifter from another world. A goddess, an empress of his body and mind. He was wrapped around your finger.

Your hands tighten around his neck as you grind yourself down on him, he whimpers.

"Mmmm, so big" you mutter against his ear, biting his lobe. And everything you do makes him whine and buck himself deeper inside you, hitting the spongy walls deep inside you, needing more of you. Needing you to swallow him whole.

And you comply, raising your hips and lowering them, bouncing yourself on him as if you were only using him to chase your own pleasure. The thought of it makes Eddie shiver and moan, a strangled sound coming out of his constricted throat.

He hopes your hand leaves a mark on his neck, so people know he's yours. So people know that the witch next door spelled him and he is now in love with her. He never wants to get away from her.

"You- you're so good" he whispers, hips rising and falling on his cock, head lolling as you feel yourself get close again.

"Yeah, baby? Thank me, then. Thank your goddess for making you feel so good" you command, and his hands travel through every inch of your body, feeling every ridge and crease and bump. Wanting to feel you, wanting to worship you.

"F-fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you." a prayer to his goddess, for making him feel so good. "Please more, I- I'm so-"

"You're close aren't you?" you coo, cradling the back of his head with your free hand. Making him look at you.

"'M so close, please let me let me let me please" he begins to chant, too far gone from the feeling of your nails digging on the sides of his neck, scratching his sweaty scalp, tongue tracing the outline of his lips as quick and labored breaths escape him.

"C'mon, cum for me" you whisper in his ear, letting go of his neck and latching your lips onto him, leaving a few purple bruises on his milky skin.

You feel him spill inside you with a whine, shivering, while you ride him for all he is, chasing your own release.

You follow him soon after, biting down on his shoulder. The taste of his sweaty skin lingering on your tongue.

You stay clung to him for a few minutes after, quiet and panting as he revels in the post- orgasmic feeling you've just given him.

"Never thought I would've been the submissive type" he huffs out with a laugh as you climb off of him.

"Well, you're welcome. Gonna go have a milk bath, be right back" you stand, reveling in the feeling of his spent spilling out of you.

He hears the shower turn on and as he's getting dressed, Circe comes to nuzzle on his lap.

He raises an eyebrow.

Where has she been the whole time? The rooms of your apartment were all open when you got back. She was probably just taking a nap in your bed.

He shrugs as he delivers a couple pets to her head.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, a spell book is suspended mid air as you look a spell to get rid of a hickey that Eddie had left on your neck.

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[teruthecreator]

like people were sending reactions of wheelfic to the dialtown channel in yaoi hivemind and everyone was like "look mich! they love it!" and i was on the ground fucking ragdolled like ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgghghghgggggghggghhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i think the funniest part about this weekend was i took half an edible friday night in celebration of wheelfic getting posted, waited 3 hours for it to kick in and, when it didn't, took another half only to ALMOST IMMEDIATELY feel it and then i went to bed that night and went into a three day weed coma that took two additional days to recover from

[carajilloplz]

smoke sesh w joost

sorry but yours truly is a lowkey pothead and i haven't smoked in forever because it's illegal in my state so i will be indulging

joost smoking headcanons

i am personally the type to go nonverbal but joost? he'll be the giggliest bitch in the circle. EVERYTHING will make him burst into the most contagious laughter, especially when you start coughing after taking too big of a hit from your bong. you never know why but it always makes him laugh and you just laughed along.

he's also the one who taught you how to roll a joint. once, when you confessed you didn't know how to, he sat you down and taught you how to roll one.

"yes, so keep tightening a little as you roll up... yes, just like that! and ok before you go all the way just give the edge a little lick. good! that's actually great for your first holy shit."

"now I never have to buy prerolls." you said, proudly holding up your lighter to your creation.

oh and the sex? amazing. we know that from bad habit ofc. he just loses himself and, once again, is an absolute munch especially while high.

you'll watch the weirdest things when high. you had finished the midnight gospel a million times, your heart always tender for joost on the last episode, and would have spongebob on loop when you couldn't pick. you'd gone through the entire harry potter series, all of the lego movies and your favorite so far that was new to joost was dazed and confused.

you guys also come up with the best munchies, especially when it's an idea that both of you come up with, like the cookie-oreo-brownie amalgamation that you made once.

"shut up joost! i saw it on tiktok and it sounds really good right now."

he shrugs, "ok fine, i trust you schatje. i'll get on with making the cookie dough"

and there's nothing better to him than just laying in bed on a lazy sunday and sharing a joint with you. no sunday scaries for the week because you'd gotten everything sone, so it was just you in his arms, the smoke curling around you two as the soft sun leaks through the windows.

"joost we are becoming sluggish, lazy, and unconcerned."

"stop quoting frank ocean's mom to me, oh my god."

A/N: um n e wayz i'm literally just pumping out content lol enjoy it before i start my internship...

[nbayoungmeg]

present 𝜗𝜚 chris sturniolo

pairing: dealer!chris & cutesy stoner!reader

summery: chris comes home from his late night deals… etc idfk

warnings: smut (i tried)

a/n: this is my first time writing anything since i failed my english gcse. i’m just gonna fuck it and post this randomly so good luck. hopefully i dont have a panic attack and delete this LOL

your lying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his late night deals, getting comfy in your freshly washed sheets and turning on a movie. you feel your eyes drooping closed, the movie turning into background noise.

your tiredness quickly faded as you hear the front door slam shut, quick steps travelling up the stairs.

“hey baby. oh- did i wake you up i’m sorry-“

you smile and rub your eyes as chris bursts through the bedroom door

“no chris i was awake. just” he laughs softly, putting his duffel at the end of the bed. the smell of weed filling the room as he opens his bag. “how was tonight? busy”

“not too bad really, some idiot tried taking my shit without paying though. otherwise pretty chill” he pulls a preroll out his pocket along with your lighter. your eyes widen, smirk plastering your face, you snatch the lighter out his hand.

“that’s where she went, took her on a little journey did you?”

“her.” he looks at you trying not to burst out laughing “are you deadass y/n? does ‘she’ have a name too?” he finds himself too funny.

“stop laughing at me. no ‘she’ doesn’t”

he lovingly rolls his eyes at you leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“have you smoked already tonight?” you ask

“no i held back, thought you’d want a smoke tonight so i waited for you” he grabbed the flower shaped ash tray -obviously yours- off the table while you turned the movie you completely forgot about off and put on some music.

“you can do the honours m’lady” chris smirks handing you the preroll.

“why thank you” you pop the joint into your mouth, lighting it. chris jumps into bed with you putting his arm over your shoulder, you get comfy.

after passing the joint back and forth between a random conversation, you put the ashtray on the side table. as you turn back around you see chris getting out of bed. “where are you going baby?”

“i have something to show you” he says, leaving you with a confused look as he digs through his bag. chris pulls out a little shopping bag, handing it to you. “look inside” you reach in to find a ed hardy tank top, your eyes widening. “i saw it in the window of a shop while i was out and thought you’d like it.. do you?”

“oh my god chris, it’s so cute thank you” you jump out of bed pulling chris down by his neck into a kiss, “i love you baby” you say while pulling him in for a hug hug him before running to your wardrobe mirror.

“i love you too” he turns to see you ripping off you previous top, catching a glimpse of your lacy pink bra before you shove his present over you head. you spin around to show him, “fits perfectly too. well done chris”

“oh shit you look goodd” he pulls you into his chest by your waist, leaning down to your ear whispering “i think we need to take it back off though” he smiles into your neck “don’t you think y/n?”

you instinctively extend you neck for him, he continues pressing kisses over your neck and collarbones, “yeah i think i should probably take it off, don’t wanna, ruin it before i get the chance to wear it out.” you both smile at each other, raising your arms for chris to pull the tank top off you.

next thing you know your lying on the bed, one leg dressed over his shoulder, the other wrapped round his waist. chris pressing kisses over your knee as he thrusted in and out of you. your a moaning mess underneath him. he looks so good you could cum just by looking at him.

“fuck y/n- y’look so fucking pretty taking me like this”

you try to speak, all that comes out is shaky moan. he moves your leg from round his waist into his other shoulder, stroking down your thigh gripping it tightly as he fucks into you. chris looks down at your fucked out face, he leans down into a passionate kiss, pushing your legs down into your chest- basically folding you in half. you moan into the kiss, the new position reaching a new spot inside you.

your body starts shaking as chris sets a new pace, “god i love you y/n”

“f-fuck i love you baby” you manage to get out through cluttered groans.

the eye contact making both of you smile.

chris reaches round your legs, his hand finds you clit, rubbing firm, deliberate circles as he feels you clenching around him. “you gonna cum with me baby?” he whispers into your ear. his breathe against your ear making you shiver

“ple-please”

“that’s my girl,” you leg starts to shake on chris’s shoulder reaching your orgasm, “cmon baby, let go” you pull him into you, both moaning into each others mouths as he fucks you through your high.

your legs basically fall off him, you melt into your duvet, chris flopping down next to you.

“you okay my love?” he looks over at you smiling at the ceiling.

“i love you”

a/n: it’s also gone 2am so i hope that was readable x

[bettercallwillow]

LATE NIGHT SMOKE

pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You see something you like?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[water-loos]

Chocolate

“We’re dressed in black from head to toe, we’ve got guns hidden under our petticoats”

dealer!eddie x witchy!ditsy!fem!reader

masterlist

cw: drug mention, drug use mention, tooth rotting fluff

wc: 1,504

“Babe, just because they’re purple and you like the color does not mean that the Blazy’s are better,” Eddie groaned for the umpteenth time, looking at the older man behind the smoke shop counter for a lifeline.

“They’re the same price as the RAW cones! You’re the one who said we should expand the market and try and get some new customers. I’m telling you, all of my friends would start buying from you if they were getting a purple preroll. Even better if it’s a purple preroll of the special dreaming blend that I came up with,” You smiled brightly, long, dark nails tapping excitedly on the glass countertop. “It’s a great marketing tactic.”

“Sweetheart—“

“She’s got a point, Eddie. The ladies love it when their shit is all pretty,” The shop owner snorted.

“Thank you, Dennis!” You motioned toward the man, rings clacking on the counter as your hand came to rest on top. “A little sexist, but correct. Please, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked back at you, you could see his eyes melt. “Fine. Give me two shorts, two regulars, and two kings.”

“One pink, one purple?”

“Yes please!” You reached up to kiss your boyfriend right on the apple of his cheek, leaving behind a black cherry-colored lipstick mark. “I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll pinky swear on it.”

“You get your cones and your blend, that’s it,” His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he looked down at you pointedly. “That’s it. I’m not having you take over my business, alright?”

“Mhm. That’s it. Just those,” You confirmed, nodding your head. “Can you ring up a few of those fun little incense cones in a separate order, Dennis? I’m running out and I need some for my altar.”

“Will do, sweetie. Just don’t give your man any more trouble, alright?”

“On my life, I will not give him any more trouble.”

——

You swore up and down that you would stop at the cones and the special blend of weed and other herbs.

But then you found a pack of navy blue mesh bags covered in tiny stars that could comfortably fit half an ounce at the craft store. In the clearance aisle. For $2.99.

“Baby, you have got to be kidding me,” Eddie sighed, watching you come in the door, platform boots stomping excitedly as you bounded into the living room of your shared trailer, the bags clutched in your hands. “Don’t tell me those are what I think they are.”

“They are that exactly! Aren’t they cute? Look,” You swung yourself into his lap, legs hanging over the arm of the rocker he had been lounging in. His arm instinctively wrapped around you and rested on your hip, making sure you wouldn’t fall off. “They can fit at least half an ounce and still have room. Not to mention the amount of prerolls you can fit! And they tie super nicely so you can keep everything together!”

His head buried into the crook of your neck, his dramatic groaning rumbling against your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Is that a yes? Please tell me that’s a yes,” You immediately get excited, dropping the bags into your lap and looping your arms around his drooping shoulders. “Have I told you I love you this afternoon? If not, I love you. I love you more than the sky and the sea and the moon and the stars—“

“Yes, angel, you’ve told me you love me more than I can count today,” He laughed sweetly, lifting his head to look at your expression. You could tell he was trying so hard to stand his ground, but the smile on his lips gave him away. “I can’t let you use the bags, though. It’ll ruin my reputation.”

“What, your reputation among college kids who invite you to every function even though you graduated two years early?” You joke, nodding toward his high school and college diplomas, which were framed above your fireplace. “What a thing to ruin!”

“Are you really going to bring up me graduating every chance you get?”

“Absolutely,” You kissed him sweetly, one hand smoothing over his hair. “My smart boy.”

“Okay, now you’re just buttering me up, you sap,” He ducked away, watching you cackle with a grin on his face. “How about we compromise?”

“A compromise?”

“Yes. You can make your fancy little prerolls with your mix and put them in your pretty little bags,” Your eyes widened, surprised that he was letting you do it that easily. “But, nothing else. No edibles, no flower, and none of the raw cones I’m still working through, okay?”

“I can work with that! It’s like a little side business! A partnership!”

“Yep. A partnership,” He tapped your hip and sat up slightly. “Let’s go get some stuff ready for later, alright? I’ve got to drop off to those monthly guys up in Chicago tonight.”

“Let me text some people and see if they want anything,” You got up off his lap, handing the bags off to him as he rose. “Can you put these at my seat while I go grab us some drinks?”

Eddie sighed heavily, rolling his eyes playfully. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“I love you, just a reminder!” You called as you left the room, a shit-eating grin on your face.

——

You ended up finding a few friends from college who lived in the city and wanted to try the new “dream bundles” as you called them. Each bundle was packaged with care and love, and Eddie watched endearingly as you meticulously packed each and every cone, lined them up in the bags, and even included some candies from your personal stash. The bags looked almost comical next to the brown bags that your boyfriend’s regular orders were in, but as you piled into his van, both his and your bags piled into one of your many tote bags, they looked perfect together.

He held your hand the whole two-hour drive into the city, a mixture of alternative rock and metal blaring through the speakers as you both sang along at the top of your lungs, a smile permanently etched into your lips. Eddie even let you be the one to run the bags up to each of his clients, watching with a lovesick smile and your favorite puppy dog eyes as each and every one of them smiled, happy to see you and your bubbly personality.

You practically skipped away from the final house of the night, grinning from ear to ear. You had sweet-talked the customer, a 6’3 and honestly terrifying security guard, into buying a couple of your special bundles for his girlfriend, who had waved at you from behind the open door.

With your empty tote bag swinging from your hand and your front pockets full of cash, you pranced up to Eddie, who leaned against the side of his van with a grin that could stop hearts on his face. Except, he was looking at you, who was the picture of joy.

“D’you see? I got him to buy three bundles! I told you they’d be a big seller,” You smiled brightly, chains jingling as you rocked back and forth on your heels. “He got them for his new girlfriend and he said he’d let you know how she likes them.”

“That’s great sweetheart,” He reached forward to pull you close and kiss your cheek. He watched you pull the big bills of cash out of your pocket, folded perfectly and all in the same direction and put it into his pocket instead. “We make a good team.”

“The best! You’ve gotta let me keep doing this, babe,” You pull your tote bag over your shoulder and loop your hands around his neck, stepping on the tiptoes of your boots. “They love me. And it’s so fun!”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “What kind of influence am I, huh? Getting you to enjoy this whole thing?”

“The worst ever,” You hum, smiling at his almost drunk expression as he looked at you. “I think my parents would have a conniption if they knew what I was out doing right now.”

“Oh, what will I ever do if your parents find out that I’ve corrupted their precious angel?” He laid the sarcasm on thick, reveling at the giggle you let out as he smushed a kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. He pulled back after, pecked a quick kiss to your lips, and tapped your hip with the hand that held his car keys. “C’mon. Let’s get home and pack a bowl with some of that mix you’ve been selling. I wanna see what it’s all about.”

“Really?”

He stepped back and opened the passenger side door for you. “Really really.”

“Yes!” You celebrated, grabbing his face and smacking a kiss to his lips before you leaned down into your seat. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.”

[oscquinn]

NEW YEAR, SAME OLD MISTAKES, lip gallagher

chapter four of borderline, lip x bsf!reader (nickname: MK)

TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. angst & fluff, smoking (🍃+🚬), oblivious idiots, adri psychoanalyzing lip, sad reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY → you're left reeling after a kiss you never saw coming, with a boy who remembers nothing of the night. grappling with the outcome of the karen situation, lip decides to apply to MIT.

A/N → here she is!! got this chapter out quicker than i thought i would honestly. enjoy!!

WC → 2.7k

It’s nearly three in the morning now. After getting Lip to bed and helping Adri clean up from the party, you’ve been relegated to the fire pit in her backyard while you smoke down a prerolled joint from your bag. “Do I really have to?” you ask, only teasing her. “It’s freezing out here.”

“You know how my parents are about that,” she responds, standing a good five feet away as she pulls one of the chairs back. “Don’t care if it’s legal, they’d be pissed if they smelled it.”

You smile in return, taking a deep hit before blowing it out. The warm smoke soothes you, melting away the anxieties you’ve been losing yourself in all day. “They don’t really care if you smoke though? And they’re not even here…”

Adri shrugs. The way you’re avoiding mention of what you’re really out here to talk about doesn’t go unnoticed, but she knows not to push it. She’ll let you come around in your own time, or you’ll share the joint with her and she’ll bug you until you open up. 

Either way, Adri will get to play therapist. She’s looking at you from across the fire pit, the flames keeping the winter chill at bay. You decide to get it out of the way. 

“He kissed me,” you tell her. You take another deep drag, watching her face contort in shock, confusion, and something akin to horror. For everything the night has brought, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at her reaction. 

“Pass me the fucking blunt,” she grumbles, scooting a bit closer. You laugh again, tendrils of smoke spilling from the corners of your mouth. You toss the altoids tin in your lap to Adri, it holds another joint along with your mini lighter. She lights the thing and inhales, wrinkles her nose at the taste of the smoke, and coughs out a question for you. “So, how did that happen huh?”

You stay quiet for a minute, lingering in the warm feeling in your chest. “I don’t know, really. He kinda just… did?” Your eyes meet Adri’s as you take another hit, fingers pinching the filtered end. She gives you that look, and you know you have to elaborate. “I was telling him that I’ll always be there for him,” you add, voice quieter this time. 

Her brow pinches and you can tell she’s thinking, running over any and every concept she’s learned in her pursuance of psychology that could explain tonight’s events. Despite your aversion to studying the subject, you appreciate Adri’s encyclopedic knowledge and rational nature, it keeps you grounded. 

“Loss for words? Or is the joint already kicking your ass,” you tease.

Adri shakes her head, “he didn’t say anything? Just kissed you?” She takes a hit from the joint and the smoke goes down easier this time.

“He was kinda yellin’ at me?” you tell her, watching as Adri rolls her eyes. “he said don’t you ever leave me, and then he kissed me”

Adri hums, nodding slowly. “Do you think he loves Karen? Or, do you think he loves you.”

Your brow furrows at the mention of her name, thinking back on the events of the night. Lip’s cold fingers wrapped around your arm, warm lips on yours. The way he tasted like whiskey. And regret. The way his body curved into yours, pressing into your heat as he kissed you. The way you kissed him back. 

“Adri, I love him,” you admit. You’ve never said it aloud before. As you bring the joint to your lips you feel a shiver run down your body, not from the cold. You love Lip Gallagher. God, you’re in deep.

The two of you are quiet for a moment longer, the relative silence of the night shrouds you. The only sounds are that of the cold breeze, the crackling of the fire pit, and your breathing. You miss the inner city for a moment, the bustle and noise, it’s never quiet. Even at this hour. You never feel alone.

“So theres this thing called attachment theory.” You raise an eyebrow and she continues. “He was neglected as a child, yeah?”

“Jesus Adri–”

“Stay with me,” she urges, taking a hit before stubbing out the blunt on the chair’s arm. Careful fingers place it back into your altoids tin along with the lighter. “When children aren’t given what they need in early development, they form a disorganized attachment style. You’ve always been secure for him,  and he doesnt know how to tell  between his feelings for you and for Karen.”

You scowl, tucking your knees up in the chair and holding your hand out for the tin. If Adri won’t finish that joint, you sure as hell will. You need it more than she does anyway. Another deep inhale of the bitter, citrusy smoke numbs the butterflies in your stomach long enough to ask quietly, “so, he probably doesn’t feel the same?”

She shakes her head, “that’s not what I said. All I’m saying is that, especially with the baby in the mix, he’s got this sort of cognitive dissonance going on. Theres you, and theres Karen, and there was supposed to be a baby. I’m sure fatherhood is important to him?”

You nod along, remembering the videos he was taking for his unborn son, the sweet smile on his face when he talked about painting a nursery for Karen, the baby sneakers he bought in preparation. You know in your heart that Lip is more devastated that he’s ever been.

“There’s a sense of responsibility too, to step up and be a father, no matter the situation. He got so attached to the idea that he didn’t know what to do when it fell apart.”

You sigh, head resting in your hand as you think it over. You understand, his life hasn’t been easy. You know how much he wanted this baby, and how much he wanted to make a life with Karen. You scowl. “He was forcing it, though.” Now it’s Adri’s turn to nod along, “she’s not right for him, and I’m right here, I’m right in front of him and I have been for years. But he doesn’t see it.”

Her lips purse and you let her think, smoking down the joint, it’s nearly finished now. “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re right in front of him.”

You roll your eyes, “Adri–you know I love you–are you blind? We see each other every day, literally. I don’t think I’ve gone a week without him since I was five years old.”

“You haven’t said anything though, have you?” she asks. You’re silent in return. “Exactly. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. ”

“What–” you swallow, your throat thick. You pretend it’s from the smoke, you pretend you don’t understand. “What does that mean?”

You know you’re lying. Adri knows you’re lying. You wait to see if she’ll call your bluff.

“He looks at you like you hung his moon and stars,” she tells you bluntly, deep brown eyes locking with yours. “He doesn’t want to ruin what you two have, and neither do you. You’re stuck in between.”

It hits you sharply, an overwhelming feeling flooding your body while a lump forms in your throat. Statistically, there are few outcomes where he stays. Where your relationship stays, or changes for the better. Many, many roads seem to lead to a desolate end. To growing apart, to never speaking again, to watching the boy you love stay trapped in the wrong relationship. Your eyes well with tears. 

“I don’t– I-I dunno how to tell him, Adri,” you whisper.

She moves closer to you, standing from her seat to stand at your side. You’ve stubbed out your joint now, flicked the filtered end into the fire pit and watched it burn up. Adri’s hand on your knee grounds you, she comes down into your space and takes one of your hands. “You’re a good person, MK. You’re an empathetic person. But you need to protect your heart. If you let him keep it for too long, it could end up shattered.”

[divider]

By four, Lip is awake and apologetic. By five, the two of you are sitting on your roof, sharing a cigarette. A small space heater in your window blows warm air onto your backs, and your head is tilted up to the sky. 

“Y’know, that’s the first time I ain’t had a new years kiss since I was… thirteen, I think?”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, reminding yourself you saw it coming. He has a tendency to drink until his brain shuts out the memories. He’s done it over lesser blights.

“Don’t really care about your romantic prospects, Gallagher,” you snap, holding out your hand for the cigarette. 

Lip passes it to you silently, he looks hurt. You don’t apologize. 

“Yeah well,” he scoffs after a moment’s time. “You’ll be happy to know shit’s done with Kar– Karen.” The way he stumbles over the fond nickname doesn’t go unnoticed either. “I’m not pickin’ up when she calls. That is if she calls, psycho cunt.”

You roll your eyes and take a drag from the cig he handed you. You lean back until your shoulders rest on the roof tile. You relax your body for the first time in a while, comforted by the moon above you. It wouldn’t be so bad it he was close by, if Lip used his potential here in Chicago. “You know, you could always apply–”

“What if I went to MIT?” he blurts out. You’re sure you’re hearing things. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath first. Four counts in and four counts out, like you’re at the barre again. Years later, the training sticks with you. “Massachussets. Lip, that would be…” you trail off, swallowing thickly and taking a drag of the woody smoke before passing the cig back. The end was burning your fingers anyway. “That would be amazing. Have you finished the application?”

Lip stubs out the cigarette, his fingers itching for another only to meet the memory of his empty pack. He shakes his head. “You got a cig? Chainsmoking helps the hangover.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, you move the heater to crawl through your window, then beckon him back inside. He knows to lower the window to a crack when stepping back in, slumping into one of the two chairs you keep by your window. You think briefly on how you’ve always needed that second chair, lip over to smoke at your house just as often as you were at his. A constant presence. You’ll miss him. 

You hold out your pack of american spirits, turquoise. Lip wrinkles up his nose but takes the thing anyway, “these taste like fuckin’ cardboard MK.” 

At least after everything that happened last night, he’s still the same old Lip. That’s good, you tell yourself. It’s not convincing. 

You just roll your eyes and hold up your lighter, flicking it on as you draw your faces closer together to light both cigs at once. After a drag to soothe your nerves you tell him, “you have a personal statement from your UChi app, right?” You turn toward your desk and open your laptop, sitting it on your thighs as you cross your legs. “And your SAT records?”

Lip nods, “yeah I got ‘em, saved on my school account I think?”

You pass your computer to him then stand up. “Okay. I’m gonna get some snacks, and then we’re gonna get that application done.” His face lights up at the mention of food. “And then we need to finish our packets for AP Lit.” You giggle at the way he rolls his eyes, heading downstairs to find something to whip up. 

The next few hours tick by with comfortable conversation, mini pancakes, and plenty of application questions from Lip. He’s so unaware about some of these things, you wonder how his other applications looked. Well, application. Singular. From what you know, he’s only applied to UChi. And only under your encouragement.

At 6:53 Lip closes your laptop and stretches his limbs, finally finished. The sun is rising outside your windows, and your head lays in his lap. You’d moved down to the living room about half an hour ago, setting up a tray table for the laptop and switching on the TV. Your eyes were fluttering closed a mere ten minutes later, and your head had slumped to his shoulder soon after. You wake when he cards his fingers through your hair, mumbling to you.

“Hey, wake up. Look here,” he shows you an email on his phone, confirming his application was submitted. 

You rub at your eyes groggily, but a smile graces your lips. “Mm, proud of you,” you murmur, sitting up and stretching. “We can go to bed now?”

Lip nods, then wraps his arms around you. “Living in Massachusetts could be nice, I think. Thanks f’everything, MK. Gonna get home, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Slumping back onto the couch after he lets go, you nod sleepily. “Mmhm, AP Lit. homework.” You peer up at him as he ruffles your hair with one hand, the other pulling a cig from your pack before tossing it back to you. You ache a bit, watching as he leaves with a little salute.

Only when the door clicks shut do the tears begin to fall. 

Weeks pass one after the next, anxiously waiting for your college decisions. On a chilly March morning you wake in the Gallagher’s living room. Lip is already awake, fixing up something for his younger siblings. You rise from your spot in the recliner, closing the legs and stretching your aching limbs. You shuffle into the kitchen and steal a strip of bacon from the plate on the counter. 

“Can’t believe you let me sleep all night in that chair,” you tease, directed at Lip as you cover Liam’s little ears with your hands to add, “fuck you for that.”

Lip just scoffs, “yeah you’d love that,” he teases, and you open the fridge to hide the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. “Looked real comfy, didn’t wanna wake you. It was like two in the morning anyways.”

At that moment Debbie steps in the door from checking the mail. She screams Lip’s name, making him jump as she runs up, waving a thick red and black envelope. “It’s for you! Look!”

The fridge is closed just as quickly as you opened it, anxiously peering over his shoulder as he fumbles to open the envelope. “Shit! You do it MK, I can’t look.” When he passes it over you notice he’s trembling. With careful hands you tug at the opening flap, pulling out a folder with a letter enclosed. 

You read from the paper, “Phillip Gallagher, congratulations on your acceptance to Massachusets Institute of Technology!” 

You watch Lip’s eyes go wide, fingers reaching for the paper. He scans it over then continues where you left off. “Additionally, you have been selected to receive our presidential scholarship for academic achievement… which will cover the full cost of tuition.”

You hear quick thumps as Fiona and Ian clamber down the stairs. “You got in?” the older asks excitedly.  

“I-I got in… And I got a fuckin’ scholarship,” he states in awe. 

Before Lip can register, Fiona is throwing her arms around him. “Knew you could do it, look at you, a Gallagher goin’ to college!” She holds him at arms length, tears welling in her eyes.

When she finally lets him go, Lip turns to you with a proud smile. “I did it, MK.”

You swallow thickly, forcing a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Lip,” you tell him, pulling him in for a hug of your own. When you pull away you wipe tears from your eyes, hoping the assumption will be that they’re tears of joy. “Gotta go home, get dressed an’ all that. I’ll see you at school.”

You walk quickly from the room, hand covering your mouth to conceal a sob the moment you step out into the morning chill. You’re happy for him, really, you are. But your stomach twists in knots at the thought. You’d applied to a few schools, but your eyes were set on UChi from the beginning. Beautiful campus, and close enough to come home if you wanted. Staying in your city will be nice, but reality has started to settle in. 

It’ll still be your city, just without your best friend. You wonder if it’ll feel emptier. 

© gallaghersgal, 2024.

THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to @ariiireads, and is 100% un beta'd :D

[lottiessidehoe]

Lottie Matthews x stoner!reader

no crash/modern au

CW: Mentions of underaged drinking/smoking (in the US), domestic fluff🙏🙏, a lil suggestive, use of y/n like once, not edited well we die like jackie

16+

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“Baby are you sure?” You ask turning towards your girlfriend who’s waiting by the door of your bedroom to finish gathering some supplies in your backpack. “Yes now come on before we wake up your parents again.” She says with a smile, crossing her arms as she leans against the doorframe. Tapping her foot impatiently as she holds back her excitement.

Today Lottie had woken you up with a phone call at about 1 AM saying she missed you and wanted to smoke with you. You thought you were still dreaming when you heard her request on the other end of the line, but no she said it and meant it and was already on her way. Usually she would just stay inside when you smoke anything other than a pen or goes off to her friends while you smoke with Nat at parties so this was extremely random. Only time you thought she would smoke with you ended up her just drunk and wanting a cigarette and to cling onto you for the rest of that party. But nonetheless not today your girlfriend, really did decide she wanted to get high. It wasn’t like you weren’t excited you were ecstatic. You had been trying to get her to stop being such a princess and try mother natures greatest gift, ever since Nat introduced you two sophomore year, only reason you stopped was because you realized you actually liked her preppy princess ass. But that still hasn’t stopped you from trying to convince her to let you shotgun hits into her mouth while you two make out every now and again. But really you just wanted to make sure she had no regrets, like any good partner should. You zip up your backpack and walk over to her she smiles wrapping her arms around your neck.

“You ready to go darling?” She asks with a smile, which calms your nerves a decent amount. “You’re 100% sure right?” I ask again making sure we’re clear. “I really don’t want you having a bad high your first time Lot and-

She cuts you off by cupping your cheek and placing a soft kiss on your lips pulling away slowly with a stupid smirk. “Y/N it’s ok, I can handle a little weed i’m not a child.” She giggles removing her hand from your face and grabbing your hand.

“Yeah you’re right let’s go” You say with a smile interlacing your fingers as you walk through the house to the backyard. You walk over to the side of the house and use the ladder to climb onto the roof. “M’lady” You say with a smile stretching out your hand to help her up. “God please never say that again.” Lottie groans rolling her eyes as she takes your hand and sits next to you. “What you don’t like me being chivalrous Matthews?” You ask in a semi-sarcastic tone trying to hold back a smile. “God you’re such a dork.” She responds grabbing the backpack from next to her.

“Are we gonna spark up or?” She asks handing the backpack over to you. “So impatient can’t I just sit here and look pretty for a second?” You ask sarcastically unzipping your backpack and pulling out 2 prerolls, a lighter, and a water bottle.

“You have all the time in the world to do that darling” Lottie teases leaning over and kissing your cheek. “What’s the water bottle for?” she asks as you set everything down.

“Dry mouth baby” You respond quickly before placing the joint in your mouth a lighting it inhaling and blowing out the smoke slowly. You turn over to your girlfriend and smile handing her the joint. “Ok place it between these two fingers and inhale a little and then exhale, i don’t want you dying on me your first time Lottie.”

She grabs the joint and does as you instructed her, or does her best attempt she ends up inhale a bit to much and breaks out into a cough fit. Which causes you to try to hold back your own laughter as you take the joint from her and hand her the water bottle while rub her back. “I told you only inhale a little baby” You say once she’s calmed down as she looks up at you annoyed.

“Shut up” She grumbles wrapping her arms around your bicep resting her head on your shoulder. Cuddling into your shoulder as the wind blows gently through the dark night sky. You pass the joint back in forth for a while sitting in comfortable silence just staring at sky.

“What made you decide to smoke today?” You ask breaking it. “I just wanted to see what the hype was about I guess” Lottie mumbles into your shoulder softly kissing your neck as she speaks. The feeling of it was enough to make you go crazy right then and there. “Since when did Lottie Matthews ever care about the hype of weed?” You question with a chuckle. “Since I fell for your annoying ass.” Lottie giggles resting her head back on your shoulder fully. “Plus it gives us more time to spend together now that I know it’s not so bad” she mumbles somewhat embarrassed.

You ash the first joint and light the other one. “So you just wanted more time with me?” You ask as you blow out the smoke. “More time doing something you love sweetheart” she corrects pointing a finger at my chest. “And you say i’m a dork.” You chuckle before taking another hit turning lottie to face you so you can shotgun it into her mouth. You pull away with a smile and she does the same as she blows out the smoke.

You take a long hit of the joint throwing some of the ash off the roof as you look down at Lottie who’s already smiling at you. “What’s got you happy princess?” You ask with a smirk wrapping your arm around her waist, pulling her closer to you. “You” She says through half lidded eyes, yeah she’s definitely a light weight.

“You’re adorable baby” You chuckle moving her bangs out of her face to kiss her forehead. She giggles in response and kisses your cheek. You ash the joint on the roof before throwing it into back into the container for later. Moving closer to Lottie you wrap your arms around her.

“Says you, you’re so damn clingy when your high” Lottie giggles slightly pulling away from your grasps to kiss you softly. Cupping the crook of your neck with her hand as she pulls you in deeper. You wrap your arms around her waist and bring her to sit in your lap as the kiss becomes more desperate with each second. She starts grabbing at the hem of your shirt attempting to take it off but you stop her.

You slowly pull away panting for air. “Oh and i’m the clingy one?” You say through uneven pants looking up at the girl whose arms are now wrapped around your waist pulling you tightly against her, like you’ll vanish if she holds you any looser. You look up at the girl once more, the stars shining behind her perfectly illuminating her and truthfully you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so beautiful in your entire life. You can’t help but lean forward to kiss her again. Cupping her cheek gently as you do so. After a few moments you both pull away but Lottie gives you a knowing look and smirks.

“How about we finish this inside darling?”

[toruro]

— ✧ luv buzz — c. soobin x reader

description. you and soobin just want to have a relaxing night ... what better way to go about your plans than with a joint and your couch?

tags. smut (+18), bf!soobin, recreational marijuana use, sex while high (consensual, consent is discussed prior to being high), creampie :3, kinda cute ngl, UNEDITED w/c. 1.5k a/n. my first time writing for soobin or txt in general so i hope i did well >_< pls lmk ur thoughts!

“hey baby,” a soft voice murmurs into your neck, large hands gliding over your stomach as soobin pulls your back flush against his chest. he presses a hot, wet kiss at your jawline when you turn your head slightly, reaching over for a glass of water.

you hum quietly, leaning back into his warm touch. through his thin black t-shirt, you almost feel as though his skin is already pressed up against yours. slipping a warm hand under the hem of your shirt and pressing his palm flat against your stomach, he nudges himself closer.

“everything alright?” you ask him, reaching over to grab a lighter from the counter.

soobin shakes his head, burying it back into the crook of your neck, his dark brown tickling at the sensitive skin. “just wanna feel you,” he hums, and you feel heat rush up to your face. tracing your own hand over his resting over your stomach, you sigh, holding up the preroll that’s resting on your ashtray.

“so you don’t want this …?” you tease, waving the joint in front of his face. you can imagine him rolling his eyes, but his head is still turned away from you so you can’t really see.

“‘course i do …” soobin says with a pout, finally lifting his head to place a kiss on your cheek. “want you too … can’t i have both?”

grinning, you now remember why you love your boyfriend so much.

“yeah, ‘course you can …” your voice trails off into a whisper as you turn around so that you two are facing each other now, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“really?” soobin asks with bright eyes when you break away from his lips, your hands hanging off his shoulders as your lower half rests against the counter.

“yeah … it’ll be fun,” you say with a grin, letting your arms fall so you can hold his hand and tug him to the couch, joint still pressed between your fingers, lighter in the other hand. “are you okay with that?” soobin nods shyly and you giggle as he catches up to you. 

you push him onto the couch, soobin falling back and letting his legs spread wide as you climb onto his lap, legs resting against his thighs on the soft cushions. above him, you swoop down for another kiss, this one slightly messier and more sloppy as soobin threads one firm hand on the crown of your head so he can let his tongue slide against yours more deeply. when you both pull away from the kiss, your mouths are connected by a string of saliva that glistens under the dim, warm light of your lamp.

sighing contently, soobin grabs the lighter and joint from your hands as you look out your big window that leads out into the balcony. you catch the sight of the big city outside your apartment building, glitzing and bright despite the late hour, and you think the scene is so beautiful.

turning back to your boyfriend, you smile as you lean down back into him, nuzzling your head into his neck. soobin lifts his arms around you and behind your back, and even though you can’t see him, you hear the click of the lighter and press a kiss onto his neck, finally lifting yourself off him again.

he’s leaning back into the couch, black shirt riding up his torso and revealing some of the soft skin that rests beneath. the lit joint rests between his two fingers and soobin brings it up to his lips adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he finally inhales deeply. the soft rise and fall of his chest is tranquillizing, matching up your breaths with his when he pulls the joint from his lips and holds it in your direction with a raised brow.

soobin huffs out his own spew of smoke when you take a hit of your own, eyes closing as you exhale slowly, blowing onto his face gently. he beams up at you as you place the joint on the ashtray behind you on the coffee table, hips shifting over his as you do. soobin let’s put a soft grunt, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt up his torso even higher, the other hand meeting the waistband of his pants to shove them down to his thighs.

almost instantly, you pushed down your own shorts, pulling them off completely along with your panties. gliding your fingers through your folds lazily as you watch soobin pull out his half hard cock, you feel your eye life becoming heavy and your skin tingling at soobin’s touch against yours.

shuffling your hips over him, you place your hands on his chest as you lift your core above his tip, soobin taking his own length into his hand to line it up with your entrance. as you sink down onto him, both of you let out happy sighs, pressing your forehead against his.

you can feel him growing hard inside of you, the stretch sending a burning passion through your veins. stilling yourself over him, you lean back to the coffee table and grab the joint once more and holding it up to soobin’s lips. "share," you whisper as he closes his lips around it, his eyes fluttering shut as his chest rises high.

you’re waiting for him with an open mouth, and when soobin finally letting out the excess smoke, he blows it into you before meeting your lips for a kiss. inhaling as you press your lips into his, you reach your arm back to put the joint back down before hugging his head close.

licking into each other’s mouth lazily, you slowly start to grind your hips into his pelvis, his cock shifting inside of you. using one hand to guide your movements, soobin's fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, using the other to grab the hem of your shirt and shove it up and over your chest.

his cheeks are flushed and as the swiveling of your hips becomes more erratic, he bites down on his bottom lip hard. you whimper at the way soobin's now fully hard cock brushes against that one sensitive spot inside your warm cunt, leaning back so that your back is arched and your hands are on his knees.

and fuck, soobin thinks you look so hot with your teary eyes as you start to bounce on his lap, his own hands helping you bring your now sopping core down onto his cock. his boxers and sweats will surely be stained after this, but your mind is too hazy to complain.

it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the way you feel yourself go dizzy on his length. hot skin softly slapping against hotter skin has that overwhelming feeling wracking through your body as a sheen layer of sweat coats both you and soobin. one of his hands reaches up to grab one of your tits, playing with the soft flesh as he moans out your name.

"soobin," you echo with his name, your thighs growing fatigued from their constant motion but not ceasing because you're both just so close. a rough hand goes down to rub at your clit while his other continues to fondle your tits, tweaking the sensitive nub as your movements grow sloppy.

"shit—fuck, fuck, fuck," soobin grunts, his own hips starting to thrusts up so his cock can meet your cunt halfway, battering deeper into your cunt.

"ah, fuck!" you whine, throwing yourself forward to king to his neck and grind your pussy down harder as you feel your orgasm rip through you. "just like that! soobin—"

"baby—baby," soobin groans into your ear as you tug at his hair as he fucks you through it all, his load shooting into you as you squeeze around him. the sensation has your body shivering, tingles running down your spine.

your soft pants stuff the room as your limbs are overcome with exhaustion, entire body falling flat over soobin's chest. "i love you," you murmur, eyes fluttering shut when he slips out of you, one hand running up and down your back.

pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead, soobin smiles to himself when you look up at him with blurred vision. adjusting the both of you so you're leaning across the couch more comfortably, he reaches over to grab the joint, situating it between his lips.

blowing a soft puff of smoke onto your face as you nuzzle into his chest, he whispers his own, soft, "i love you," as your breaths calm down and fall into sync with his.

[pandorasfavorite]

Saw your post abt being idealess and I am trying to brainstorm for you lol

Okay so first thought, hear me out, a bratty sub dominik x reader (smut ofc) or one where he finds out how much the reader likes him speaking Spanish

Or a story where dom and reader are childhood friends and decide to 🍃 together and one of the confesses (fluff)

I've got a few more ideas but idk if you like these so far or not lol

Love you 💕💕💕

Resuscitate

AN: I love you. I hope you don't mind but I'm going to try and use this opportunity to explore Dominik's point of view. (Please don't kill me, I swear if it is not popular I will never do this again). I just whipped this up yo....kinda impressing myself

Dominik's expectations for tonight were much different than yours. He always felt so drawn to you, and that feeling only grew as you both grew up together. Of course, as children Dominik wasn't in love with you; he didn't even really know what that was. But when he started to understand the concept, it took a short time to find out that's exactly how he felt about you.

For the past few years, Dominik felt absolute calm with you, anytime you made a presence he felt contained, relaxed, and most of all trapped. Trapped by your essence, trapped by the look in your eyes, trapped by the wit in your voice, and his favorite trapped by the way you yelled his name each time you saw him.

"DOMINIK!", you screech and sprint into his arms; acting as if you hadn't seen him in years. Dominik would be taken aback by your excitement to see him, eachtime it happened. And his heart would regularly race, so much so that he once had to step away and remind himself that he was not dying. You gave him a grin and pulled him along with you everywhere you went. Dominik had no complaints when it came to following you, he'd go to the ends of the earth if it meant being by your side.

Now that you both are 25 with too much time on your hands, you took it as your personal responsibility to be the red devil on Dominik's shoulder. He sat with you on the dingy couch you had for years now in the center of your small living room. He felt so comfortable in the familiar area, but sitting next to you with his leg pressed to yours was all he could think about. The moment you both sat down, your mischievous grin rose up and you reached into a drawer and pulled out a tin.

Dominik looked at you with suspicion, but he felt settled being beside you, as you felt being beside him. "What you up to Hermosa?", Dominik asked and moved his head into your space to look at your moving hands. He had been calling you Hermosa from the ripe age of 13, he heard it from his dad at first, and it seemed to apply to you perfectly. You open the tin and pull out the preroll, "Dom it's time", you say like it has been a weight on your chest. "Corazón...", he seems unsure. Dominik has never done this before, and he is 100% positive you have never done it either. He was less worried about the action and more worried about how it would make him act around you.

However, you looked at Dominik with pleading eyes; and without any words, you scathed by and convinced Dominik to smoke with you. "Ok", he drops his protective act and reaches for the lighter also in the tin. If he was going to do this, he would be the first to try it, to warn you, also it seemed more polite to light it for you. If Dominik is anything it is polite. He puts the preroll in his mouth and spares you a quick glance, you smile so cute that he is less nervous to do it. He lights up and takes a deep inhale; a really deep inhale. The smoke hits the back of his throat and the mild burn makes him cough it up.

You smack a hand over your mouth, stifling your laughs as Dominik hacks up a lung. After the initial pain of a gut-wrenching cough, the weed hits instantly. Considering he hasn't done it before it was easy for him to get high. The preroll is dangling from his fingers and you look at him with expectation. He jumps in realization and brings the preroll to your lips for you. You inhale much gentler than Dominik, but the thick smoke hits you just the same. Luckily for you, the coughing fit wasn't nearly as bad as Dominiks.

After another few less apprehensive hits, the high really set in. Dominik's eyes went low and glossy with a light hue of red. His goofy smile instantly graced his features and he turned his head to look at you quickly, though in his point of view, it was like slow motion. When Dominik looked at you his breathing came to a stuttering halt, he felt good; but you looked good. Truly perfect and the low eyes and that pretty smile would've brought him to his knees (if he wasn't on the couch). "How do you feel?", you say and somehow manage to lean closer to him as you speak.

Your words knock Dominik out of a haze and he has to inhale a breath before being able to talk to you. He breathes; his eyes staring into yours without care, he looks you over and answers, "I feel as good as you look". His eyes widen as soon as the words slip from his lips, he is about to speak but your giggle cuts him off. Your cheeks are a light tiny of pink and you put a hand on him as you laugh. If you were to look up 'What does a man in love look like?', a picture of Dominik staring at you with his lips parted in astonishment would pop up.

You sit up and your eyes go comically wide, "I want to do something" you declare and you somehow peel yourself from the couch. Of course Dominik got up just as you had. You both stand and look at each other without a clue of what to do and then you mutter a intrusive thought. "Hm?", Dominik asks you to repeat yourself in a small hum. You look up with those big glossy eyes, and his heart rate seems to beat back to life, "Give me a piggyback ride". Didn't have to tell him twice. He crouches down, "Get on then Hermosa".

You climb on his back and you lay your cheek on his shoulder when he stands up completely. "I like when you call me that", you mumbled against his shoulder, your arms barely hanging onto him. Yet you trust Dominik enough to know he would never let you fall. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much and so largely. He swallows and his mouth has gone dry; sure it was probably from the weed; but in his hazy state Dominik was convinced you have begun to affect him more physically than he anticipated. He walked into the kitchen with you slung on his back and his hands under your thighs keep you on him completely. He whispers that he is going to sit you down on the counter. Afterward, he pours a glass of water for you both to share, handing you the cup to get the first drink.

You moan in contempt as the cool liquid slides down your throat and you feel much better now that your mouth also isn't dry. Dominik eyes shoot to your lips at the sound that came from them. But he shook the thoughts from his head; he will not be that guy. You pull Dominik to you by the collar of his shirt (he curses under his breath at the proximity). "I really want some fucking chocolate", you say with wide eyes that are utmost serious. Dominik's eyebrows pull together in seriousness and he raids the cabinets for you. He finds a candy bar in the bottom cabinets and he pops up when he finds it; he smacks his head "ow". He says under his breath.

You jump off the counter and move to crouch down beside of him, your lips plant on his head before he can anticipate it. "There. Feel better?", you ask and snatch the candy bar from him. Dominik's mouth went dry again; this time, he thought he'd fall from the tingles that shot through his body. He nodded and his glazed-over eyes blinked at you twice. He watches you break off pieces of chocolate, he has the intense urge to pull you into his arms and kiss the chocolate off your lips. He thought, "god I'm in love".

Your head whips to him but Dominik doesn't acknowledge it as he slips a piece of chocolate into his mouth, "This is really good". He talked around the chocolate and then he finally looked up to your surprised look. He looked at you, just nearly as confused.

"Wait what?", you put the chocolate down.

"This chocolate is really good", he says again; rubbing the back of his neck.

"No Dominik what did you say before that- you said that you were..you know". His eyes fly the fuck open and his heart has surely fallen to the pit of his stomach. "What did I say?!", this was his worst fear. You waste no time repeating the words that were now inked into your mind, "You said, god, I'm in love". If his heart was in the pit of his stomach, his lungs were probably in the same spot. His breathing stops and his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. Now that you are looking at him, telling you the truth seems so much harder. The way you were staring at him, with a heartbroken look; he couldn't take it. "I'm sorry Corazón, I should've told you sooner", his glazed-over eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips without the intention. "Me?", you asked in utter surprise, he liked you back, after so many years, he was just in love with you as you were with him.

"Who else?", a breathless laugh escaped from my mouth. You gasp at the complete confession, you fall into him heavily; wrapping your arms around him and holding Dominik tight. "Me too", you say into his chest, Dominik heard it and he felt as if he was floating. He pushes you back to see your face but you stay close, "You too?", he asked just to confirm. You nod and tears begin to well in your eyes at the finality and long-awaited desire coming to life. He smiles and breaks into a quick laugh at his luck, he tilts your body down and gives you a long kiss, pulling back to attach to your lips again; over and over again until his lungs recicitate and until his heart gives out.

[mywifeellie]

please do a stoner hc for ellie and abby!! i need to know!!!

Okay I finally have free time (I promise I didn't forget you <33)

Here's a few for each of them

Ellie:

Prefers joints and Using a Dab Rig

Likes to roll her own joints

Takes really big drags like she's speed running to get high

Would have just a few glass pieces, but they're really fun looking

Loves to get high just one on one with others, because she feel like she can really get to know someone like that

Big fan of getting cross faded, not a fan of owning up to what she did while she was cross faded (Saying Silly Girl Shit)

Can blow Smoke rings

Abby:

Prefers Edibles, especially sweets

Buy prerolls because she never bothered to learn to roll

Prefers to take her time and just be a little high steadily for a while

Prefers to smoke in a group with friends and share, likes being the mostly sober one who make sure the rest of them have snacks and water

Except when she choses to have Eddies alone with you

Then she get loud and flirty, and probably takes more than she's used to.

"This edible ain't shit" *One hour later she is begging you to go out for food while barely being able to speak a full sentence and can't stand up stright*

18+ only, ageless blogs will be blocked

[howlsofter]

Nextdoor ii.

John Wick moved in last year but you’re just home for the summer. He hires you to dog sit for him while he’s on business trips but it doesn’t take long til you’re pushing the limits of your “professional” relationship. Part 2, first here. John can’t keep ignoring your desperation for him, especially not after this.

Word: 2.2k

Tags/warnings: weed, drinking, smoking, voyourism, masturbation, no sex yet but def nsfw

John ignores me. Really I just think he’s busy working, he’s back on his usual schedule. I’ve heard him walk outside with daisy, talking to someone on the phone looking serious. He doesn’t ever glance my way from where I peak at him from my second story window. I wonder if he can feel my eyes. He doesn’t act like it, but John likes to play it cool.

My room is small, and it’s mostly items from before college. All my dorm stuff is packed up in boxes. My bedsheets are different and my room is more normal, since guests are the only ones who get any use of it besides me. I don’t mind, I don’t want to feel like I’m in my exact childhood bedroom.

I feel stupidly needy for his attention, getting all my shit out to go to the back porch. I don’t preroll myself one this time, bringing all my items and setting up my phone flashlight so I can see.

I don’t put on anything to drown out my thoughts, biting my lip as the metal grinder softly clinks. I dumb the herb out onto the small tray I’d brought, carefully pinching the end of my paper.

It’s not that noticeable at first, the burning smell of nicotine. It’s so out of place in our suburban neighborhood, the smell of cigarettes are saved for college. Imprinted in my mind for when I’m hazily stumbling onto the back porch of some fraternity, easily bumming a cigarette from the nearest person perched against the wall.

It’s John, I know it without checking. That empty ash tray on his porch. In all my nights out here I had never caught him smoking. I tsk to myself like he’s my kid.

I roll my joint hurriedly, scared he might finish before me. When it’s mostly done and I don’t think any crumblies will blow into the wind, I push myself up. The grass is soft underneath my socks, it makes a quiet crunching sound I try desperately to mumble. Up against our wood fence, I grab the taller metal post that stand between the wood panels. Hoisting myself up how I used to when I was young so that I could peak out into John’s yard.

Sure enough he’s sat, white button up tucked into his loose slacks. He’d ditches his belt and tie, the top mostly undone and a cigarette perched between those strong fingers.

“Smoking kills, you know,” I try not to yell, my normal talking voice carrying enough in the silent neighborhood for John to peer over to me. He looked shocked, like he’s 12 and I’m a police officer.

Once he realizes it’s me he relaxes back, flicking the ash off the tip. He reaches out to his glass in front of him, the amber liquid still just above the ice. He tries to move it from my view, turning his head away in a chuckle.

“And what are you about to do?” He throws back, I readjust my hand. It’s getting sweaty against the metal, my foot slips from the thin ledge I’m balancing on but my hold is firm.

“…it’s a different kind of smoking.” I can’t see but I feel John roll his eyes. Already caught, he takes another drag and gestures for me to join him. I lower myself from the fence, considering.

I finish up my joint and pack my shit, dumping it by our front porch before heading out the side gate into John’s.

He’s almost done with his cigarette, not bothering to sit forward when I join him at the table. He blows the smoke away from me, ashing it against into the tray in front of him and taking another small swig from his drink.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I light mine up, watching him stare into his cup.

“On occasion. I’m not a smoker.” He says it while reaching for another. I hold the joint out for him and he pauses, shaking his head, “no I’m already… it’s fine for now.” He retrieves the second cigarette and I pass him back his lighter.

“You look like one,” I tease him carefully.

“What else do I look like?” He asks, turning his gaze up to me and tilting his head. I stare at him in silence, suddenly feeling wayyy higher than I thought I was already.

“Like, uh, hmm,” suddenly scared I’d say something insanely offensive, John blinks back to me with real expectations, “a tired business man.”

John actually laughs. He follows it with another sip, trying to shut himself up. “That I am.”

“What do I look like?” I ask him. He focuses in, I’m actually kinda intrigued. This John is different, more casual. Even looser than high John. He has to be drunk.

He seems to bite his tongue, his eyes scanning me like Sherlock deducting clues. “You look… bored, usually. Like you’re waiting for something to happen.”

I take another hit so I don’t have to explain myself. If he knows what he’s talking about he’s onto me. And what would that be, John?

“Trade me,” I hold out the joint so I don’t have to confirm his analysis. He hesitates before passing me his cigarette.

I watch him take a shallow huff and he watches me take a long drag, blowing the heavy smoke from my nose. It coats all my senses just like weed, smells utterly familiar. Maybe this was the key index to John’s scent, the ever fading smell cigarettes. Subtle nodes I wouldn’t have been able to identify prior.

He passed it back in the silence, staring off past the fence.

“I think you’re waiting for something too,” I break it, John doesn’t even throw me a glance.

“Waiting for what?” He finishes his drink finally, pushing it away from him. He answers almost bitter, like I had struck something in him.

“Tired is really just another synonym for bored,” I explain, going quieter so he could move on if he wants.

“So what do we do?” He throws it back at me.

I should kiss him now, but he won’t look my way. I carefully nudge his outstretched foot with my sock.

“Continue to wait, I guess,” I shrug, he still doesn’t move, “or do something about it.”

Now he turns, making eye contact with me in the darkness. He takes another drag of his cigarette.

“You’re so…” he begins, burying his face in his hands, “fuck.” A response is better than none, I set the roach against the corner of the tray, not moving my foot away from his.

He sits up straight, putting his cigarette out beside the joint and peering back at me. He had reset, suddenly looking like a professional in the remnants of his suit.

“So you’re just offering yourself up to me, like that?” He asks, resting his elbows against the table and I’m in the second round of interviews.

“Well- no, I was just saying.” I stammer, loosing all the courage I’d mustered up the past thirty minutes.

He leans forward slightly, my eyes dip to his lips, “really? You’re not just waiting on me?”

That’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Word for word. But hearing it come directly from him has me out of commission. I blush, turning my face away.

God himself set this moment up for me, but I’m cracking under the pressure.

“Why don’t you do something about it?” I ask weak, the words almost getting lost in my throat. John is still looking at me when I manage to turn, blinking back in thought.

He readjusts in his chair, turning to me more fully. I want to sit in his lap so badly, let him cradle me. I can tell he feels blurry, probably a little crossed. He rubs his palms against his clothes thighs, biting his lip.

“It’s not that easy,” is all he can say. I am stoned, sliding my heavy arm over to touch him where his hands had just ghosted over his thigh. He breathes in sharply, I can see him debating with himself.

“Why?” I coo, trying to lure him into me. John. John John John, I’m begging him in my mind, dragging him closer to me. He doesn’t move in his seat. He already knows where I stand, there’s no point in my shame now.

John takes my hand off him him, pulling me this time. I follow his directions promptly, pulling my chair up closer so I could kiss John with ease. He meets me halfway lazily, pressing firm lips against my soft open mouth. He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes. I hate whiskey with a passion but on John’s tongue it’s intoxicating. He lets me push up into his lap, tilting his head up and to the side as I climb there. I don’t straddle him, sitting sideways and keeping my legs up on my own chair. He wraps his long arms around my waist, holding me loosely.

I moan into the kiss, tilting my head slowly and making John chase me. We stay like that for awhile, it feels too nice to stop. I run my fingers along the line from John’s ear down his neck, he tilts to let me into the sensitive space there.

Trying to deepen it is useless, John cuts me off when I lick inside his mouth. He turns his head away, catching his breath.

He excused himself in the next one, but not before requesting I watch Daisy in a few days while he’s gone for the weekend.

I fucking hate him. His sudden coolness and casual glances to my window when he comes home from work. He sends me a thank you the day I go over to check on Daisy and I have to stop myself from sending him a Fuck you back.

I come over to check on her and let her out, keeping an eye on the camera in the living room.

I’ve reran our conversation through my mind a hundred times over, trying to figure out what I’m doing wrong. No man has ever expressed interest in me and not wanted to fuck immediately after.

Maybe I haven’t been waiting on John, but instead a challenge. Stubborn John Wick giving me enough confidence to strut in his house in my bikini, all my other items for the night tucked away in my tote bag. It’s 7pm when I decide to go settle in over there, telling my mom I love her before rushing off.

He’s not checking the cameras when I’m first there, dumping my belongings on the kitchen counter as usual.

He doesn’t check until that evening. took a quick shower and changed into my tank top and sweatpants, climbing down the stairs carefully to the living room. He’d sat in that spot on our movie night, the corner of the couch the camera had the perfect view of. I grab the remote and switch on HBO, lounging back as I try to find what to watch. I restart the Last of Us.

I try to lounge casual but sexy, which just results in me splayed out, leaning up against the arm rest. I let my hand rest in my sweatpants, pressed right up between my thighs warm and comfy. Halfway into the first episode the light of the camera flicks on.

I try not to panic, it was part of my plan, but now I’m embarrassed. I wait, frozen there, trying not to look directly at the camera, seeing if he’s going to click out.

When the light stays on for a solid few seconds I start to move. I carefully lift my hips, pushing my sweatpants down to my thighs. I expose my black underwear the the camera, looking up to see if he’s still watching. The light is unwavering.

My heart begins to race as I lean back, continuing to look through the camera to him. I run my hand along them tantalizing, pulling my lower lip between my teeth. Just the pressure feels good. I slide my middle finger passed the material, dipping into my unacknowledged heat.

The lights still on.

I slowly fuck myself with one finger, bending back against the arm of the chair. I angle up the best I can, grinding against the single digit. I peek once in awhile, reaching my other hand forward to touch my clit. Both the feelings the repetitive drum of John echoing in my brain got me close quickly. Already shaking and stuttering over myself I forget about the whole goal.

I cum hard, whining as my hips stir. I slowly pull my fingers out, wiping them off on my sweatpants and slumping back. I breathe shakily before I’m shocked awake, remembering where I am.

That stupid red fucking light flicks off the second I look back up to it.

I can excuse my insane actions with weed. To myself anyways. Maybe cumming on his couch isn’t the right path of action after feeling mildly rejected, but it sure made me feel better. I sleep in the guest room and wash the sheets in the morning before fleeing back to my own home. John venmoes me $200 for the weekend without saying else.

[obxlovers-posts]

My girl

Warnings- none

Summary- a party at tannyhill after a long day

Word count -1,852

Requests are open :)

After a long day at work I had to argue with my mom to be out past curfew ending in me crying all the way to tannyhill. I pull in seeing way too many cars for the mood i'm in.

I turn my air up before grabbing a preroll from my center console and a lighter from my cup holder lighting it up. I wipe my dried tear stain cheeks looking in the mirror and take a deep inhale of the smoke

By the time I get done and get out my car is full of smoke and the aroma of weed radiating off of me. Knowing perfume won't do much I don't bother. I get out and head into the house and into the kitchen not seeing rafe inside

I grab a beer from the fridge opening it as I pass through the groups of preppy kooks and head outside and see topper. He spots me tilting his cup in the air

"Hey T"I say when I finally reach him

"Hit a skunk?"he asked holding his nose I glare at him. He starts laughing

"I'm joking"he says holding his cup out to cheers and I tap his going to chug mine

"Where's rafe?"I ask looking around but not seeing him topper lowers his cup shrugging

"Haven't seen him in a bit"he says before drinking the rest of his cup

"Refill?"he asked I nod and he walks towards the house I cross my arms over my chest waiting for him

He hands me a beer and a shot

"Know me well"I say raising my shot to his and clinking it before we toss them back the burn in my throat chokes me up

"I didn't see Rafe in there either"he says I nod

"When are you leaving?"I ask

"Now y/n"he says with a soft chuckle

"Idiot"I say pushing him away

"I'm not driving home I was going to get a ride"I say

I spot rafe walking out with a brunette sending a pit into my stomach. She smiles at him

"Did you hear me?"topper says I look to him

"What?"I ask he looks up noticing rafe

"Oh. I said I can take you home"he says looking back to me but my eyes already fill heavy

I feel an arm snake around my back and I smell his familiar cologne

"My girl made it!"Rafe says i can tell he's already drunk. Rafe was always been very touchy. It's definitely his love language and I don't mind with the elbow grabs, hand on my back, or when he naps sometimes he will play with a strand of my hair twirling it around until it's in a knot then complain about it.

"Thanks for the company topper"he says sliding his hand to my elbow slightly tugging it and we head inside. Rafe grabs a beer and handing it to me

"You okay?"he asked looking at me and the tears start forming

"What did Topper say?"he asked his jaw quickly clenched

"Nothing it's just a long day I just wanna go home I forgot about the party"I say a tear falling down

"I can't drive"he says frowning before wiping the tear from my face

"I can go get a bottle of roses wine from the cellar and we can go to my room"he says his hand resting on my chin I nod my head.

"Go ahead. I'll be right there"rafe says I make my way up the stairs past all the drunk teens. Wards gonna be pissed

I go to his dresser grabbing sweatpants and a tshirt from his closet

The door opens and I relax seeing rafe with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine with a huge smile

He sits on the bed and I go to the bathroom and change going back to his room

Rafe smiles handing me the glass of wine and I sip on it

"Wait"I say he scrunched his eyebrows waiting for my question

"I'm not setting in a bed you just 'got lucky' in right?"I ask thinking of the girl he was walking out with. He laughed

"No that was the hallway"he says dead serious making my heart sink

"I'm joking. That's Macey she just moved to the island but who knows maybe I will get lucky"he says I set down my glass of wine

"Rafe"I say now annoyed. I don't care about him being with other girls but I’ve had a long day and just need my best friend

"You asked"he says shrugging

"Well maybe I'll just go find Lucas and have a better night with him"I say raising an eyebrow

"What?"he asked trying to catch my elbow

"Goodnight rafe"I say getting up leaving my clothes behind but when I get to the door he's already behind me

"I was joking come on"he says tugging my elbow back I roll my eyes giving in

"I had a fight with my mom earlier if I would've known there was a party and my best friend was gonna be an asshole it would've saved a lot of trouble to stay home"I say

"Then let me make your night better"he says pulling my hand to follow him

We walk over to his record player turning it on and opening his vinyl case pulling out one of mine that I've left over here. The show by Niall Horan being on my top listening recently. Also to drown out the awful music going on downstairs

I laugh as rafe stumbles around trying to dance I join him and he spins me around pulling me closer to him making us both laugh

"How much do you listen to this without me?"I slur out with a smile

"Quite a bit but don't tell anyone"he whispers making me smile harder

"Secrets safe with me Cameron"I say as heaven switches to if you leave me and he spins me again dipping me down and we both almost lose our balance. Pulling me up he laughed and my heart flutters at the look in his eyes. I pull away and start jumping around when meltdown comes on. Definitely too tipsy cracking myself up as rafe joins in jumping and screaming

He grabs my chin as he's close to my face quickly pulling me in and it's a very rushed and messy kiss before I pull away trying to gather my thoughts. His eyebrows are scrunched

"You've done a lot while drunk but that was a first"I say with a laugh

"I'm sorry"he says sitting back down on his bed I walk up to him grabbing his hands

"You did nothing wrong my sweet boy"I say he looked at me

"That one's new"he says with a small smile

"Trying it out"I say shrugging he chuckled pulling my face to his and kissing me again different this time. Soft I can feel his smile

"Not sure I like it. Sounds too soft for you"I say as I pull away he tilts his head

"I don't mind it but it sounds great coming from you"he says

"I have to flip the vinyl"I whisper pulling away he taps my leg

"This one is for you"he says as you could start a cult starts playing making me smile harder as I climb back into his bed

"We have to talk tomorrow"I say knowing how drunk he is. I don't wanna be embarrassed and confused

"We can but whatever it is you're still my girl"he says pulling me over to him kissing the side of my head

"Why now?"I ask

"I can't have you runaway with a guy named Lucas what if he's ugly"he says making me laugh

"Besides you're my girl right?"he says his hand on my chin pulling me to his I nod seeing him smirk. His thumb traces my bottom lip before he pushes my lip down sliding his thumb in my mouth . His smirk grows as I slightly suck on his thumb

"Go ahead my girl"he says I feel my core warm as I place a kiss on his neck moving down and accidentally leaving a hickey. He pulls me on top of him so I have a better angle at his neck

"Rafe are you sure"I ask pulling back to look at him. I can feel him growing underneath me and my heart is racing

"Y/n I can promise anything you do to me has 100% of my consent"he says pushing my face back to his neck

“Rafe”I say as much as I want it. We’re both too drunk and I don’t want to ruin our friendship over one night.

“Hmm”he hums before I look him

“Can we wait?”I ask he smiles and pushes a piece of hair behind my hair

“Whatever you want my girl”he says holding my cheek. I nod he pulls my face to his in for another kiss. My heart feels warm. His hands move to my hips pushing me into him and I let out a moan

“If you change your mind”he says grinding my hips so I’m riding him before I pull myself off of him. He wraps me in his arms which I’m used to but it still makes me feel warm after what just happened.

I wake up and the bed feels cold I reach my arm out opening my eyes to find nothing. I hear the shower running in the bathroom. I sit up grabbing my phone seeing my mom had texted me yelling at me. I turn it off laying back down but the sunlight from his windows are no help for the headache

I hear the shower turn off. My heart starts racing remembering what happened last night. The door opens and rafe comes out with a towel around his waist.

“Morning”he says walking to his dresser and grabbing some clothes before going back to the bathroom

He comes back in dressed for golf. Rubbing at his neck where I placed a hickey last night. He turns around looking at me

“You know who did this?”he asked pointing to the hickey. making my heart drop, there’s the embarrassment. he starts smiling walking over to the side of the bed

“I’m messing with you”he says placing a kiss on my temple

“Rafe cameron”I groan pushing him away

“Scream it baby”he teased I rub my face with my hand

There’s a knock on his door before it opens and topper walks in. He stops and smirks looking at rafe and then to me

“What happened here”topper asked point to his neck referring to rafe I just laugh

“My girl marked me”rafe says grabbing his gloves walking over to me leaning over and kissing me

“Tonight?”he asked looking at me I nod with a smile as him and topper leave

[phoniexrose02]

Papí

Miguel Diaz x Black!Reader

Smutt🍃

After Graduation You and Miguel decided to move in together, Well Miguel moved in with you. After you deciding to Attend College in Cali your parents gave you the house and Decided to Travel. It was Lonely so Why not invite Miguel?

You'd been Friends until the whole Back Situation. He'd Scared the shit out of you and it resulted in a Teary Eyed Confession at his BedSide, Since than the two have you have been together threw Everything. Now a Year After Graduation you share a Home, Miguel Decided he'd take it easy Teaching Younger Kids with Johnny.

While you did Classes So did he.

"Alright Babe, I'm gonna Chill with the Boys for a Bit" As you Looked over to him he Leaned against the Doorframe in a New Outfit."Damn Baby Where you going looking like That?~" He smiled as you Gently Rest your Hand on his Chest."New Clothes, New HairCut and A Pretty Pair of Golden Hoops? Who you tryin' to impress?" He pressed a kiss to your Lips as your played with his Beard, I'd become a New Turn on for you since it started Growing." Eli said He Knew of a Party and wanted us to come and get Fucked up with him"

"And you didn't invite me?" Miguel only sighed when you Pout in his Chest, staring with Puppy Eyes."Well, you always Say your Too Tired to go out with me sooo??" You Ran up to your Bedroom to get Ready Earning a Hurried Slap on the Ass from Miguel.

As the Two of you Entered the loud Houseparty his Arm Wrapped Around your Shoulder."Miguel! And Y/n?!" Eli Yelled Clearly Already Drunk."Good to see you too Hawk, I'mma get something to sip on Go Chill with your Friends Papi~" He Bit his Lip as he Watched you walk away, Dress Hugging your Curves Tightly.

Halfway Threw the Night you Were Drunk and Dancing on Tory and Her Friend. The Alcohol in your System and the Music had you Shaking your Ass and Miguel Couldn't Help but Depart from his Friends When Rompe Started Playing. His Hands Rested on your Wiggling Hips and he placed a Soft Kiss to your Temple." You having Fun Mamí?" You Giggle Happily Dancing into him,This Wasn't the first Time Throwing ass On Him and it wouldn't Be the Last. But you'd always remember The Face he Had when you first started Twerking on him at Prom.

He Moved with you, Whispering the Lyrics in your Ear. Which Only Fueled the Fire."Fuck Daddy your Spanish is So Sexy~" Your Dancing had just Turned to Grinding in the Middle of the Dancefloor, Miguel's Hard-on Rubbing against your Ass and Back." Gotta Gift for You, how Bout we Chill in the Bathroom for a Bit" You Only Hum to him as he Leads you with him.

As he Closes the Bathroom Door You Giggle Drunkenly."Had Enough of me teas-" you were quickly Cutoff with him Lifting you onto the sink, he Than Pulled something from his Pocket placing it into his Mouth "Hm? Where'd you get that!?" You pull the PreRoll from his Mouth."Robby, Said he Missed his Smoke Buddy" he pulled a Few More from his Overall Pocket." And to think you used to Hate Each other"

You Hotboxxed the small bathroom as the two of you Furiously Made out, Exchanging the PreRolled Between Kisses."Mm, I Like Liquor But this is my Calling Card~" Miguel Giggled as he Watched you Take another Big hit." You High Baby?" You Gave a Short 'Yea' and he placed another Kiss to your Swollen lips Before pulling your Dress up a Bit."No Panties?" You only Smirk Spreading your Legs a Little Wider, the PreRolled now nothing but a Filter you Flick it to the side, he handed you another and Kneeled Between your Legs." Fuck your Soaked~" he Spread your Glistening Pussy Lips Mesmerized by your Twitching Hole." Fuck all for me Right?" You Nodded Taking his hat and replacing it with your hand the already Lit PreRoll in the other.

He finally gave your Clit attention with a long Lick against your Whole Pussy. He Wrapped his arms around your legs as he Kissed and sucked at your Clit, he watched at you shivered under him."Fuck Miggy~" he Groaned as you Gripped at his Curls, you mew as he Slurred up your Juices. You Give his head a Rather Hard Tug."Fuck Do it again Mamí~" he Moaned into your Pussy Quickly Plunging his Tongue inside. Your Moans Became louder gripping tighter once again."Fuckin' Hell Daddy!~" he Growled squeeze your Thighs before pulling away Your Juices Coat his Beard. As he wiped and licked at his Lips you took another long hit and pulled him into a Smokey Kiss, your hand on the back of his Neck While His found your Warm Cunt, He stole the Small Spliff from your fingers."Your chiefing..."

"Just Fuck me Miggy" You tried removing his Buckled overalls and he giggled watching you desperately try and undress him." Your so Fucked up" he easily up buckled them letting his hard Cock Spring Free, he let out a quiet moan when you roughly grabbed the Base of his Dick and Wrap your legs around his waist. You rubbed against his Hard Dick, Letting it Bump against your clit.He let out a Pleased Moan slowly Guiding his Dick in.

"Fuuuck~" he Mumbled into your ear your Sweet walls gripped him Tightly. He began his Slow Thrust as you Clung to him your Face Buried in the crook of his neck. He slowly started to banging into your soaking walls your wet pussy and both of your moans we're all that you could Hear.

The party had completely become nonexisting, As you Clung you legs Tighter Miguel Rutted harder into your making your Legs Jelly."Fuck Babe your so good to me" Miguel Rolled his Hips into you recklessly it only made you cling tighter."I'm gonna come Daddy Fuck me Harder!~" Miguel gripped your calves Basically folding you in half and started Ramming his Dick into your G-spot." Yes Papí!!~" you Squirmed hard against him and he pulls you close letting you Squeeze him between your legs once again. As you Gushed around him he came as well Filling you to the brim, After stilling for awhile he pulled out slow watching his Dick Glazed with your shared Juices.

"I'm gonna Ruin you When we get Home~"

💨

Cobra Kai🐍

[firstprincehornyramblings]

I’m being selfish and requesting 2 mwuahaha okay but if it helps you out then it’s really for your own benefit

🩺 & 💊

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🩺 - Doctor Alex and Patient Henry

It was Alex, the doctor that Henry was never supposed to see ever again. Not just that, but here he was in the dim light of streetlights, skin glistening like gold. He was in a tank top, one that showed off too much bicep for Henry’s wellbeing, and shorts that were much too short. The amount of strong, thick thighs on display was also detrimental to Henry’s health, it made him sigh heavier than he needed to before nodding. Surely, he was cursed, seeing this beautiful man at his absolute worst moments had to be some kind of curse. “Yes, I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me,” the blond laughed, as cheerfully as he could manage, voice still thick with tears. “Stalking? This is only the second time we’ve met,” Alex laughed, a warm friendly sound, it was a stark contrast to the cool English evening air, “If that’s the case you’re the one more likely to be stalking me. But considering that you’re crying in the park, I’m gonna give you a pass. Can I sit down?” Sure, why the hell not, make it worse. “Go ahead.”

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💊 - KissingChambers PWP

“So, where are you taking me?” Elliot deadpanned from the passenger seat of Marco’s car. “We’re going to play mini golf.” “Is that… some kind of euphemism? Hole in one? ‘Cause you could have just fucked me in my apartment like we don’t have to do anything special f-” “No, it’s not a euphemism we’re literally going to play mini golf,” Marco laughed. “Wow, that’s- really fucking gay.” “Well-” “Don’t.” Marco grinned as Elliot said that, laughing before heading back to the point, “It’s going to be fun, have you ever done it before?” “Yeah, but like, not since I was maybe ten or something? Like definitely a time my parents took me and my sister?” Elliot shrugged, “Can I smoke in your car?” “Sure,” the curly haired man nodded, glancing over as he watched Elliot light and take a drag off a prerolled joint. “Is that weed?” “Yeah, this is California, relax,” Elliot grinned.

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