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lunas-side-anime-blog · 5 months

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Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons

Armin version: HERE

Changed his major so. many. times.

Tried premed bc of his dad but then realized he had to take a lot of math and was like “lol no”

Was a business major for a bit but he didn’t have enough tact or strategy so dropped that pretty quick

Philosophy was next but he has such black and white way of thinking, he always got into arguments with the professors

Ethics was ruled out after like a week bc of…well, obvious reasons

Joined Armin’s major for like a month but it took so much studying and memory that he quit

Tried psych with Mikasa but yeah every teacher kept telling him to go to therapy??? And he was like “no thank you.”

Eventually i think he will land in something like sport communication or management, bc the competition really gets him fired up and he’s only good at something if he’s passionate about it

also feel like he’d be a college athlete with some scholarships so yeah, it makes sense

Not a great student tbh

Type of bitch to say “c’s get degrees.”

Really its only his public speaking skills that are keeping his grade afloat bc his presentations are sooo hype and get the class all inspired n shit

His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good

Bad at attending classes too, for sure will be like “srry my grandma died.”

And the teacher is just like “you’ve used that excuse already?twice??"

And hes just like “ugh fine you got me, I was tired and hungover”

Def tried to join a frat but Armin and Mikasa threatened to not be friends with him

Still hangs with the frat boys a lot and is always partying with them

Pregames wayyy too hard tho, wasted before the party even starts

Unironically dances to lmfao and pitbull at college parties like “party rockers” is his fucking jam

Casual pothead, has a bong he def like nicknamed the “titan” cuz it’s so fucking huge

Will share his stash with you but like next time you got alc or bud just know he’s hitting that shit

High Eren is just really philosophical about freedom but with the munchies

Diet consists of instant ramen, mcdonalds and box mac n cheese, probably alot of redulls too

Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism

Is fucking rocking the man bun and will fight you if you say otherwise

Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha

Rage quits all the time and yes, Jean has recorded most of them for blackmail

Still uses snapchat streaks and will be so salty if one of his friends broke it

“You know nothing of loyalty. It’s one snap a day! How fucking hard was that?”

Smells like irish spring body wash, old spice deodorant and weed

Also mint? I feel like he’s always chewing gum

One of those smokers who think he can just splash cold water on his face and chew on some gum and it wouldn’t be obvious that he’s high af

Carmex lip balm is the only slightly self care item he owns

Really into anime, loves the boss fights

I feel like he’d really like Naruto, Demon Slayer, Bnha or jojo’s bizarre adventure

You know anything with a lot of fights or training

Ppl say he’d like Deathnote bc light but honestly I think he would get lost with all the twists and be like “why tf aren’t ppl just punching each other???”

Loves rap if he’s feeling good or screamo if he’s angry, like there's no in between lmao

For sure listens to his music way too loud even with air pods

“Max volume isn’t enough, I wanna fuck the song” type of dude

I feel like him and Conny at one point prob tried to make a youtube channel where they like react to stuff

Jean is the top commenter…..too bad it’s hate comments lol

Is one of those guys who has such a high body temp that even if it’s like december and snowing out, he’s still in basketball shorts and a short sleeve shirt

Progressive bc Armin taught him how sex doesn’t equal gender, and pronouns are to be respected

Still a dick tho

“He’s such a fucking- wait hold up what are your pronouns? They? K cool was just gonna talk shit about you but wanted to be respectful about it, thanks.” goes back to his other conversation like, “They are such a fucking worthless cunt.”

As your bf

Probably met off tinder or something bc he is just a fuckboy looking to get his dick wet

But after fucking he just keeps hanging out with you? Or like if u get ur period or don't feel like sex he’s like, “it’s okay we can just watch a movie or something😀”

So ur not quite sure if you guys are fuckbuddies or not?

It becomes kinda obvious tho if he like ever sees you with another guy and gets all up in his face like “wtf are u doing with my girl/boy?”

U guys don’t have a clear anniversary bc he never asked u to be his, it was just kinda silently agreed upon?

Clingy lil bitch after sex like will follow u to the bathroom if u let him

Needs to shower with you, otherwise you both aint showering cuz he will turn off the water

“Now we both stinky, bitch.”

Gives me the vibe of a guy who learned sex stuff thru porn

He goes really hard, fast and will put you in crazy positions

If u have a vagina you prob will have to like teach him about clit stimulation and literally take his hand and lead it there, he’s a fast learner though

Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?

He'll flip you over and spank you

Wants sooo bad to be called daddy, up to you though if u wanna call him that but you can tell he tries to lead you to say it sometimes

Not really controlling or anything, actually loves an independent partner who has their own goals

Is insanely jealous though, the only time he’s all up on you is if he thinks another guy is trying to get on you

If you fight tbh I think Eren can be a lil brat but I think he always has a time limit

Like..he’s the type of guy that has about three days in him of being an asshole or being in silent treatment mode before he just breaks and knocks on your door begging for forgiveness

A little toxic but again, more so about others than actually controlling you

The type to start a fight in your insta comments if anyone other than him or your besties call you hot

Will try to be cool and say “wear whatever you want, I can fight”

And he will but like will he also cry later? Yes.

Dates with him aren’t really dates? I think his love language is quality time so he’s the type to just try to hang out and make everything a lil “date”

Lots of late night car rides where you guys just talk and share songs (also car sex if ur up to it), lazy days where you two watch movies and cuddle in bed, also I think he’s the type of bf to try to tag along with you everywhere you go and offer to get you food afterwards

Only for like birthdays or anniversaires will he try to take you out for a fancy dinner, even then you might have to drop hints that you want a nice date bc honestly he’s totally okay getting mdconalds with you and pigging out

Overall he’s kinda a scary dog privellage as a boyfriend

Whose mainly all bark and no bite

(mostly)

Fav nicknames: Babe, babygir/babyboy, sexy, shortie

Songs that fit the vibe: 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Cherry Waves by Deftones, Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood

“I’d probably still adore you wth your hands around my neck”

“I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?”

“I tell you that I’m thinking about, whatever you’re thinking about”

#eren yeager #eren x reader #modern attack on titan #yandere attack on titan #yandere eren yeager #yandere anime #eren jaeger #yandere eren jaeger #aot headcanons #eren headcanons

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444rockstargf · 10 months

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"i get high on hydroponic weed." | clyde

brooklyn baby - lana del rey

summary: after a long and rough day, you and clyde decide to spend some special time together

female!reader x clyde

contents: drinking, use of marijuana, angst (just a tiny bit), thigh riding, creampie

buckle up, yall. this is a long one.

you heaved a heavy sigh as you walked in through the door. you walked right past clyde, who was taking a hit from his bong while watching something on tv, and headed straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

you sunk down to the ground as tears started streaming down your face. you turn on the faucet to drown out the sound of your quiet sobs. the pressure of your job was getting to you. things were just completely falling apart and you didnt know what to do.

you walked over to the mirror, taking a long glance at your reflection. your mascara was ruined. you got lost in your daze, so you didnt hear clyde knocking on the bathroom door.

"you ok in there?" he asked from the other side of the door. when you didnt respond, he decided to just let himself in, swinging the door open. you jumped a little, startled at this. you tried to wipe away some of the black tears on your face, but it was too late.

clyde noticed right away and he rushed up to you, holding your head in his hands. you could tell that he was getting worried. "o-oh my god... baby, what happened? are you sick? what happened today? is it your... woman thing..? you need me to get you anything? i can get you some-" you interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips.

you sniffled and wiped away some of your tears before speaking. "just... just a rough day. thats all." you gave him a weak little smile, but he still felt terrible seeing you like this.

"w-well, uh, why don't you tell me about it..?" his voice was a little shaky. you laughed softly at how he was stammering. "i think you're a bit too stoned to listen to me ramble."

clyde wasnt used to seeing you like this. you'd always been so strong and well put together. but seeing you in this vulnerable state only made his love for you grow stronger. after a moment, a dumb little grin spread across his face.

"yeah, i think you're right. but, i know what'll make you feel better." he said, gently stroking your cheek. "oh yeah? what would that be?" you asked, curious at what he had in mind. he always had outlandish ideas.

he walked toward the bathtub and turned on the water, pouring in some scented soap as the tub filled. "trust me. get into the bathtub, and i'll be right back." he rushed out of the bathroom before you could say anything.

you hesitated, but you undressed yourself and got into the warm, soapy water. you sighed softly as you felt your nerves unclenching. you had to admit, you were starting to feel better already.

you closed your eyes as you waited for clyde to return. he came back into the bathroom, a bottle of red wine in one hand and a tin of edible gummies in the other.

"great, you're already in." he said. he sat down criss-crossed beside the tub, placing the bottle and the tin on the edge of it. "i know you've had a rough day, so i thought you might have wanted to... relax with me a little." he put on of his hands into the water, splashing it a little.

you smiled as you looked at him. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to." you reached out to him, putting a hand in his hair as you gave him a soft kiss. as you pulled away, his eyes started wandering down your exposed body,

he started to feel a little tense at the realization that you were completely naked in front of him. and it didnt help that he was as high at a kite, either. his mind started to wander to many lustful thoughts of you.

he shook himself out of his trance, clearing his throat. "u-uh... i got your favourite wine for you." he hands you the bottle, his hand a little shaky as his eyes travel down your wet collarbone.

you accepted the bottle with a smile, popping off the cap and throwing your head back as you took a long swig. some of the wine missed your mouth and poured down your body. clyde's breath hitched as he looked at the trail of wine that ran down your neck and fell into the valley between your tits.

you pulled the bottle away from you lips, the wine staining your lips a little. clyde wanted to take you right at this moment so badly, but he knew he had to hold himself back. he handed you the tin of edibles before standing up. "well, have fun. i'll be going now." he couldn't hide his feelings for much longer, so he knew he had to get away from you.

you pouted. "you're not gonna join me..?" you asked sadly. clyde turned around, eyes wide. he didnt expect that. "h-huh...?" he couldnt tell if you were serious or not.

"get in here, clyde. its not as fun without you." you winked, making clyde's mind run wild. but he nodded as he started to remove his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular build. he took off his belt and threw it to the side. he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off, leaving him in his boxers.

you felt yourself getting a little shy as you watched him undress, so you turned away a little. clyde took off his boxers before sinking into the bathtub right in front of you. you looked at him, a smile a your face. you passed to wine to him.

he took the bottle from you before taking a drink from the bottle. he took the tin of gummies and opened it, taking a gummy out and offering it to you. "these ones are real strong. one or two and you'll be floating on air." he said as you took it from him, putting it into your mouth.

he took one himself and ate it, despite already smoking weed earlier. as clyde always said, there was no such thing as being "too high". you started playing with some bubbles, cupping them into your hands and popping them one by one.

you crawled over to clyde, sitting on his lap before taking a handful of bubbles and slicking them through his long hair. he chuckled softly before pulling you into a gentle kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands travelled up and down your bare body.

this was enough to get clyde's body tingling all over. he was exra sensitive from all the substances he had taken today, so this was just the thing to top it all off.

you started moving your hips against him a little, just trying to get a reaction out of him. and you got exactly what you wanted. he let out a slurred groan as his cock started to harden from all of the buzzing going through his body right then.

you placed a hand on his chest, running it down his body until you got to the area right above his dick. clyde was started to get frustrated at all your teasing, so he finally spoke up.

"alright, enough with the teasing. are we gonna fuck or not?" he asked, his voice having hints of desperation in it. you smiled before whispering. "i dont know, you tell me."

that was all clyde needed to understand that you wanted it just as badly as he did. he decided to just go for it. he cupped your tits in his hands, immediately moving his lips against one of them, biting your nipple gently.

a few moans escaped your lips, your desire growing by the second. you moved your hand to his rock hard cock, moving your thumb around his tip. his dick was extra sensitive at the moment, so he could already feel himself tightening up as he let out a soft groan.

you moved upward on his thigh a little, so that your pussy was at the perfect angle on it. you started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning softly at the friction. clyde looked at you lovingly, like you were his own personal goddess.

he ran a hand through his hair before moving his fingers to your aching clit, putting some pressure on it as you rode his thigh. you moans became slurred words as you felt you orgasm quickly rushing through you, but you didnt want tonight to be all about you.

you came up from his thigh, grabbing his cock and putting it at your entrance. you looked him in his red eyes. "is this ok?" you said, hoping that he would be alright with it. he nodded eagerly, just as you knew he would.

you took a deep breath before lowering yourself onto his cock, drawing out long moans from him and yourself. his hands found your hips as he started slowly thrusting into you.

"a-ah... c-clyde.. oh god..." you moaned as his cock filled you up to the brim. you began to bounce up and down on him, desperate for some more movement between the two of you.

"oh yeah... just like that, baby.." he whispered, grinning as you started to pick up the pace. he watched your tits as they bounced right in front of his face, making his face turn a little red.

you bit your lip as he cock started hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside you, making you twitch a little every time it hit that spot again. clyde quickly became louder as his sensitive cock was inside of your warm pussy.

you both would continue to speed up, his hips bucking into you as your moans got louder with each thrust. clyde's mouth gaped open as his breathing got heavier by the second.

it didnt take long for you to cum on his dick, your tight walls squeezing the life out of him, but he kept on going. he kept on mercilessly thrusting into you, only wanting to make you feel as good as possible.

his eyes began to cross a little as he felt a twitching sensation running through his torso. he got more vocal as precum started to drip out of him. he continued to speed up his thrusts, making you scream out his name repeatedly like a broken record.

"a-ah, fuck... g-getting real close, baby..." he had done a great job at holding in his orgasm for all this time. he'd felt like cumming ever since you first sat on his lap, so the tension was growing rapidly inside of him.

"oh s-shit... i-im cumming, baby..!" would be his last words as his thrusts grew faster and sloppier, his hands squeezing your ass as tears started flowing down your cheeks at the overstimulation.

a low groan escaped the depths of his core as he spilled all his cum into you, making you feel more full than ever. you couldve sworn that his eyes rolled to the back of his head if your own werent welled with tears.

his thrusts reached lightning speed as he rode out his high, splashing soapy water around both of you. as he finally stopped the abuse on your sore little pussy, he turned you around, watching as cum dripped out of your tight little hole.

he smiled as you sat down on the opposite end of the tub. he reached out to you and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. "hope that made your day a little better." he said with a smile as he pulled you into a warm hug.

author's note: this took me a lot longer than it was supposed. clyde is my babygirl, so this one is kinda long. but i hope you all liked this one :)) not proofread yet.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #electrick children #clyde electrick children #lana del rey #brooklyn baby

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lxtstrip · 5 days

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Homesick | C. Sturniolo

TW: weed/drugs mention

AN: first sturniolo fic — also don’t do drugs, smoke a joint (pack a bowl, rip a bong, eat an edible idc!) where/when legal and enjoy.

WC: 935

Pairing: Chris x Reader

“Stay in Boston.” Chris read with confusion from a crumpled note he found in his newly thrifted hoodie pocket. He didn’t think much of it, just some trash left by an artist in Los Angeles. Whether it was a photographer, videographer, songwriter, or maybe a failed sketch was anyone’s guess.

What he wasn’t aware of was the treacherous journey that hoodie had taken to get to him and its ties to the city he called home. The hoodie had gone through a family vacation, a boy’s high school career, moving into a college dorm, a relationship, many italian ice date nights, and a breakup. The hoodie signified an era of someone’s life; the same tagline as everything else you lay your eyes on at a thrift store.

He thought about everything he had ever known as the items were piling up in his newly found second hand collection. Donating his skates when he was 13, his mother cleaning out the garage of all their holiday things, and even down to his brothers piling clothes on the bed to list for sale online. He didn’t own much, just enough to keep him out of trouble, so the thought of someone having enough to give away was enough to make his head spin.

He kept the paper regardless of whether it was trash or not. Chris adored Boston and only associated positive memories with it. Fenway Park, Gillette Stadium and TD Garden were his go to places to hang with his friends, brothers, or even alone. He remembers frantically Googling ‘free things to do in Boston’ before dates and eventually dipping into his wallet after he couldn’t find anything good with pride. He was someone who would do anything to make anyone happy, whatever the cost, but he couldn’t apply that theory to himself.

When all was done and dusted for the day he decided to shut himself in his room and unwind. He ran his fingers down the spines of the books you gave him, reading the titles to himself, hearing your voice with each syllable. Empty promises of going to visit him came flooding back into his memory as soon as he saw your favorite book; tattered edges, taped spine, and a receipt paper bookmark. He shook himself out of it and went to his desk to pack a bowl.

With a swift flick of the lighter Chris pressed the glass to his lips and inhaled for a moment feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders. He sat in his computer chair and looked around his room for signs of you - something, anything. He repeated the motion a few times and grabbed the torn piece of paper from his thrifting excursion.

“Stay in Boston.” Chris repeated to himself countless times before grabbing his phone. He knew your number by heart and as soon as he hit the call button an all-too-familiar ache came over him. He took another hit and exhaled when he heard your voicemail message play. He never thought he’d be here; alone, in his room, pining after a love lost.”

“Hey, it’s Chris…” he started. “I wish you were here. I’ve said it every day to myself while I’ve been out here. I know neither of us wanted this… I don’t think either of us knew what we wanted. I’ve been getting by on memories of stumbling to diners and stealing the mugs or skipping classes to go hang out at the park…” he took another hit and sighed. “What I’m trying to say is my heart will always have a space for you, my brain has always had one.”

You looked at your phone to see another voicemail from Chris. You shrugged it off thinking it was most likely another message he recorded at a party where he would preface it with whatever drug he was taking at the time; the west coast ruined him. As much as you hated to admit it you kept up with their videos and you locked in on Chris looking more gaunt every time.

You hadn’t answered a call from Chris in months and you never reached back out. You listened to his newest voice message as you recanted the first call since the split. He had just done a few lines of cocaine and he described it as feeling a sense of finally being able to focus to a greater extent. It shook you to your core that a once happy-go-lucky boy turned into… this. You couldn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

Chris often called to describe his high to you; cocaine, ayahuasca, benzos, acid, angel dust, salvia - the list went on. You were still his safe space and since he drew the conclusion you weren’t even listening to them he let his troubles go in the safe space of voicemails and dial tones.

Chris clutched the “Stay in Boston” note and thought about what it meant to the previous owner of the hoodie. Chris also thought about why this would fall into his lap and when it did. He slowly fell back into his nightly routine while he continued to contemplate that random piece of paper.

After a night of continuing keeping up his high, losing games, and melting his brain over three words Chris decided to head to bed. The second he was in bed it’s as if on cue he saw your name flash across his screen. It knocked his next breath out of him as he answered with a simple “Hello?”

“Chris…” you said followed by a shaky exhalation. “Please stay in Boston.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #tw: weed #tw: drugs #lmk if we need anymore tw’s friends!

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patronsaintofgirls · 1 year

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#me :)#take my poll boy #these are ones that stuck out to me lol #polls #mcr

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indigoflorals · 1 year

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are we still friends? - j.m

JJ Maybank x Reader

This work is 18+, minors will be blocked.

Warnings: Sex, Use of alcohol and weed, Angst, Crying, Oral Sex

After sleeping with your best friend while drunk and high, you both have no idea how things can ever go back to the way they were before.

Please do not repost my works on any platform!

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His hands on your thighs and your nails raking down his back. You moaned and cried for him, shaking under his touch.

You were under your best friend after a drunken night, after too many rips of his bong. You could see the redness in his eyes, the way they drooped when his head lifted from its place in the crook of your neck. He whined at the warm feeling of your pussy gripping him for dear life.

“Jesus christ baby, we should’ve done this so long ago.” His hips snapped into yours in an unrelenting pace, and you squirmed, desperate for your release.

“I know J, it feels so good. Need to cum so bad.” You moaned loudly, pornographically, as his hand reached for your clit, thumbing it. Your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train and you threw your head back sobbing.

JJ pulled out of you quickly, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. You were shaky, and he placed an arm under your belly to stabilize you. “I’m not done baby I need to feel more. Need so much more of you.” He lined himself up with your needy pussy and pulled you back against him.

You buried your face into the pillows, but he put a gentle hand on your face, turning you towards him. “No please look at me, I need to see your face when I cum, please I need to see you.”

Tears stained your face from pleasure and your eyes locked with his bright blue ones. You were both hazy, but you felt so safe with him.

You felt him lose his pace as his hips stuttered. “Please J, cum for me baby. Need you to cum for me.” You moaned loudly as he hit your g-spot, clenching around him.

The blonds mouth fell open in a silent moan and he took a fistful of your ass, fingers pressing hard. You were sure it would bruise.

You felt him still, spilling into the condom. He leaned over you, exhausted and panting, still lightly moaning at his own shallow thrusts. “Fuck baby I’m…”

You clenched around him, his orgasm triggering you own. Fists gripping the sheets, you cried out his name, shaking.

He rubbed your back gently, coaxing you down from your high. Taking the condom off and trashing it, he gently laid you on your back, cuddling up next to you.

You could tell he was asleep quickly, but you knew you wouldn’t sleep after how your feelings had changed after tonight.

You left that morning before he woke up.

That night was fresh in your memory as you left for the chateau Saturday night. You and JJ hadn’t spoken since. It was heavily unusual, and everyone in the group could feel the tension.

He could feel the pain and anger seeping from every part of you when you saw him with other girls. He felt horrible, but to him, that night was a huge mistake.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in you, but he was terrified of ruining the friendship you had. He finally had someone who was there for him on those hard nights with his dad, someone who smoked with him, someone who understood him.

He was never the boyfriend type, he didn’t know how to be. He knew how to be your best friend, and he knew he wouldn’t ruin that. After that night, he felt like he had fucked everything up.

You were heartbroken to say the least. Seeing him flirt with tourons at bonfires, and just generally any girl anywhere you went. You felt like he was doing it on purpose at this point.

Your friends were sick of you storming off at every party, but there was no way for them to really know.

You knew you just had to talk to him.

Late night at the Chateau, everyone but you two were asleep, and you had already taken one too many rips of his bong.

“Are we still even fucking friends JJ?”

His head snapped to yours in an instant. The tension in the air felt like it had finally come crashing down and shattered. You giggled loud at the look on his face, but your emotions were obvious. You were crying, hard.

He was distraught. “Of course. What the fuck are we doing right now if we’re not?”

“You know that’s not what I mean J.”

You only called him that when you were serious. He froze up, no response coming to him. You wiped your tears, crawling into his lap on the couch.

“Do friends do this?” You kissed his lips, and he melted into you, unable to resist.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he groaned. Your hands were on his chest, and his hands on your ass.

You broke the kiss, stepping back and kneeling on the floor between his legs. “Tell me J, do friends do this?”

His breath staggered as you took his cock out of his shorts, already half hard. You licked a stripe up the underside, and he put the back of his hand over his mouth to cover a moan.

“Answer me J, or I’ll stop.” You took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, sucking lightly.

“No, baby, they don’t.” He let out a breathy moan, desperately trying not to buck his hips into your mouth.

In one go, you took his cock into your throat, gagging on it.

He moaned loud, quickly covering his own mouth. Both of you froze to listen for any movement. No one woke.

You bobbed your head, gagging and tears running down your face, hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself.

“I cant last with you doing that baby,” His breaths were shallow and short. His hand fisted your hair, gently guiding your head.

You locked eyes with him, silently giving him the go ahead to cum down your throat.

He bit his lip, stifling a deep groan as you felt the warm liquid splashing the back of your throat. You gagged heavily, and he held your head still.

He released your head, and you pulled away. He immediately came to your aid, wiping your tears. “Do you need water? What can I get for you baby?”

You shook your head, “Just wanna talk now.”

He nodded, understanding. “I just, I’m not good at this stuff.”

You sat beside him on the couch, leaning into him. He gently massaged your scalp.

“I love you, though.” He winced at his own words, terrified for the reaction from you.

You simply nodded. “But you’re scared things will change?”

He nodded too.

“We can take things really slow, J.”

#jj maybank x reader #obx2 #obx imagine #jj maybank #obx #obx smut #obx season 3 #obx fic #drew starkey obx #rudy pankow #outerbanks #outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron

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elliesflower · 2 years

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i saw you in a dream [2]

chapter 1 here

summary; you and ellie get closer as she helps you with playing guitar.

chapter; 2/? 2.7k words

cw (per chapter); recreational marijuana usage, language

a/n; let's play a game called 'how many times did i use the word 'guitar' in this god forsaken chapter?' anyways, i'm sick with a cold right now so i've had lot's of time to write, but little mental capacity for proofreading. let me know what y'all think of this chapter <3 (and find it on AO3 here)

“Be my guest,” Ellie relaxed a bit once she realized you were truly okay with everything, reaching behind her to grab her guitar. “You sure it won’t mess with your concentration, though?”

“Oh please,” you waved your hand dismissively. “If anything, it’ll help.”

“With the guitar playing, or the nerves?” Ellie smirked, crossing one leg and resting her guitar in her lap, fiddling with the tuners. Almost immediately, you felt another blush creeping up your neck. Were you that obvious? You opened your mouth to speak, but she cut you off before you could get a word in.

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she laughed, not even glancing your direction. You gripped the bong tighter, letting out a nervous laugh as you let your eyes wander down, admiring the tattoo that graced her forearm and trailed off on her wrist. Her hands worked their way around the guitar, dancing over an intricate moth design at the top of the neck that matched the one on her arm.

“Well to be fair, you are giving very suspiciously free guitar lessons,” you pointed out, walking past her to sit gingerly on the edge of the mattress. It felt very personal all of a sudden, sitting on the bed of a complete stranger, about to smoke weed that may or may not be laced with poison. Ellie laughed again, plucking a couple strings in an unfamiliar melody like it was second nature. She looked up at you, and you only hoped that she couldn’t somehow hear your heart rate increase.

“This is true,” she said thoughtfully, resting a hand on the side of the guitar. “Yet here you are.”

You swallowed harder than normal, and instead of saying something potentially embarrassing, you brought the mouthpiece to your lips, lighting the bowl. Yet again, you faintly heard Ellie’s enchanting laugh over the sound of the bubbling water before pulling out the bowl to breathe in the smoke. You held it in for a moment, letting it flood your lungs before exhaling gently, passing the glass to Ellie. She took it with a quiet thanks.

You didn’t smoke nearly as often or as much as Dina, so the first hit—especially off a bong—always gave you a slight, yet pleasant and relaxed high. It was definitely needed, as you found yourself scooting back farther onto the bed, before prying open your guitar case. The anxiety in your brain slowly dwindled as you pulled your own guitar out along with the sheet music, crossing your legs before resting them in your lap.

“So, are you a music major?” You asked, looking up at her.

“Oh, no,” she smiled before blowing smoke. “I’m a graphic design major. Music is just a minor. My step-dad taught me to play guitar when I was in high school and I just fell in love with it.” Ellie moved the guitar back into playing position and strummed a few chords. A few loose strands of hair fell into her face as she looked down at her hands, and you let your gaze follow—her long, slender fingers produced a beautiful sound from the strings, and you had to stop yourself before you stared for too long.

“So you just decided to give free lessons…for fun?” You pressed further. The weed had you caught between feeling both assured and apprehensive.

“Well, kind of for fun, kind of because I’m bad at remembering to do my homework and my teacher agreed to extra credit in exchange for me giving out some free lessons,” she explained, ceasing her strumming and grabbing the bong once more. She pulled it to her perfectly pink lips, and you couldn’t help but to stare this time.

“Anyways,” she said suddenly, looking back up at you. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before she caught you looking. She smiled, warm and inviting, blowing smoke from her nose. It was hard to tell what was making you high at this point—the weed, or the way she looked at you. Probably both. “What is it that you’re having trouble with? A certain song? A certain technique?”

To be honest, it was kind of everything that you were having trouble with. It felt clumsy whenever you tried to move your fingers at the same time you strummed, you always forgot the difference between a whole step and a half step, and all the notes on the page sometimes just looked like hieroglyphics. But you couldn’t tell her that—not when Dina was halfway-right and Ellie does seem like some sort of guitar legend.

“Well, for the final we just have to pick a song and play one verse, but we get extra credit if we can do the chorus too,” you explained. “I picked Sparks by Coldplay because it seemed pretty easy. I’m…okay at doing the verse, but I’m having more trouble with the chorus. I think it’s the strumming pattern I can’t get down.”

“Ah, that's a good song,” Ellie beamed at you, eyelids just a bit lower now. “When’s your final?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Wednesday.”

Her eyes widened almost comically.

“Wednesday, as in, this coming Wednesday?” she asked. You nodded sheepishly.

“Well…let’s hear you play the verse, then,” she conceded. The nerves started to settle back in; however, this was no one’s fault but your own at this point. She stood up, reaching behind her to grab a short, well-loved music stand, before placing it in front of you. It wobbled slightly as you opened the sheet music onto it, watching her settle back into her chair. God, was it too late to ask for another hit?

“Okay, um,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and positioning your hands on the guitar. You took a deep breath and looked at the music sheet—there were only eight notes in the whole song, and you knew them, logically, but getting your fingers to cooperate was a different story. It especially didn’t help that Ellie was laser focused on you now. You gripped the neck and placed your fingers in a C-chord position, taking in a deep breath.

Slowly, you began to strum, and almost immediately you could tell your strumming pattern was off. It sounded like a five-year-old was playing as you moved your fingers into A-minor-seven on the wrong beat. You continued playing for a moment, feeling abashed until you reached the chorus and gave up. You risked a glance at Ellie, and to your surprise, she didn’t look like she was going to laugh at you. In fact, she said:

“That wasn’t so bad!”

You let out a laugh that was both amused and mortified.

“Thanks for sparing my feelings,” you said, burying your face in your hands.

“No, I'm serious! I’ve heard worse, trust me,” she assured, standing up and walking towards you with her own guitar. You felt the bed dip near your side as she sat next to you. You peaked through your fingers and saw that she was this close to touching your thigh with her own. “You should have heard me when I first started playing.”

Lifting your head from your hands, you rested your elbows on your guitar. Her reassurance was appreciated, but you still felt embarrassed. Ellie looked over at you with sympathetic eyes, sparkling in the faint lamplight, and it took everything in you not to burn under her gaze.

“Look, let’s just simplify it for a moment. You know what the original song sounds like, yeah?” she asked, pulling her guitar into position.

“Yeah, I love the song,” you replied, watching her movements.

“Okay. We’re basically playing a few different variations of the same three chords: C, A-minor, and F-major,” she strummed the notes as she listed them. “Do you know those three chords?”

You nodded.

“Good. So I think one of the main things that you’re struggling with is the strumming pattern. Try leaving a beat in between, like this,” she played the three notes in a much more basic strumming pattern—though it was obviously not the original, it was easy enough to understand, and definitely made more sense than the one you had been trying.

“You’re really good at this,” you seemed to lose inhibition around her, though, of course, you’d just blame it on the weed. Ellie didn’t look at you, but gave a breathy laugh.

“Okay, let’s hear you try now,” she said, avoiding the compliment. “Just pick one chord and practice the pattern.”

You lingered on her side profile for a moment, admiring the way her nose bridge sloped into an adorable peak, the slit in her eyebrow, the concentration on her face as she studied her own guitar. Before she could look over, though, you brought your guitar back into position and did as she said.

Much to your dismay—and humiliation—this new strumming pattern sounded worse than the first one you’d been practicing. You groaned in frustration, slapping your palm over the strings to stop the awful sound they were emitting. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you refused to look over at Ellie, in fear she may be about to give up on you already.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said softly, and without warning, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Normally, your instinct would be to shrink away from the touch, but you found yourself completely subdued by it. It was gone just as quickly as it had come, and by the time you opened your eyes, she was already standing up. Had you just imagined that?

“Put the guitar down for a sec,” she said from across the room now. Her own guitar was already leaned against the dresser as she grabbed the bong from her desk.

“Don’t I kind of need the guitar to practice guitar?” You questioned, despite following her instructions anyways. Faintly, you heard your mother’s voice in the back of your head, asking you, if all your friends were going to jump off a bridge, would you really follow them off it? Unsurprisingly, your answer was almost always yes.

Ellie gave you an amused look. “Not always. Just trust me.”

She outstretched the bong to you, and you accepted it, gratefully. She began messing with the speaker behind her as you took another hit, and another one, and another one, until she was sitting in her chair and rolling it towards you. All the racing, anxious thoughts in your mind slowed, one-by-one, and your arm felt heavy as you handed the glass back to her, pushing your legs out in front of you to hang off the edge of the bed.

“Feeling better?” She asked with a slight smile. Your mouth unconsciously turned up at the corners to match hers, and you nodded.

“I don’t know if I can play like this, though,” you laughed now, your restraint flowing out the slightly-open window. “Do you get all your students high?”

Ellie laughed, rich and harmonious.

“Just close your eyes and lay back.”

Though her words should have had you nervous, the insinuation enough to send a shiver down your spine, you obliged. Your head fell back onto the duvet with a soft thump, eyes closing in bliss. The smell of her was everywhere, in the bedding and in the air, the woodsy-amber combined with the ever-present peppery musk of weed. You were only slightly aware of her presence at the edge of the bed until she spoke again.

“Just listen to the song. Pay attention to the guitar,” her voice was almost commanding. Not that you needed any persuasion—you were ready to jump off that bridge as the music started, the wistful acoustic filling the room.

Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, ‘Oh, sing one we know,’

Your fingertips lightly traced the silhouette of your guitar next to you as you listened, eyes fluttering open slowly to stare at the ceiling.

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do,

Faintly, you heard a second guitar chime in with the song, quiet, yet heady. Your head lolled to one side and you caught sight of Ellie, strumming along with the track. Her mouth moved slightly in time with the lyrics, but the combined sound of the speaker and the guitar were too overpowering to hear her voice—you longed to know what harmonic sound escaped her lips.

Sitting up, you watched her face as she continued to play. She didn’t glance up at you, but she did stop singing out once she caught you looking from the corner of her eye. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly with concentration, yet she exuded bliss. It was like she was in another world as she played.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold on to

Yeah, that's what I do,

Remembering why you were even listening in the first place, you tried to focus on the guitar like Ellie had said. Not her extremely enticing face. You listened to the blend of her playing along with the track itself, willing yourself to focus. Maybe taking so many hits wasn’t such a great idea.

La, la, la, la, o-oh

La, la, la, la, o-oh,

“Aren’t your eyes supposed to be closed?” she asked, playfully squinting at you as the song came to an end.

“Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me guitar?” You retorted with a laugh. You felt at ease now, looking at Ellie through the thin cloud of smoke in the room—she didn’t look away this time. She only looked back with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“Just pick up your guitar and try again,” she shook her head in defeat, a small grin still present on her lips. “Start from the beginning. Try it with the basic strumming pattern, and just focus on the C, A, and F chords. Fuck everything else.”

Though your nerves were long gone at this point, you still weren’t sure you’d be able to play in your altered state. The guitar felt bulky as you pulled it back into your lap and leaned forward, toes just barely touching the floor. You drew a deep breath as she watched you, pulling together all your brain power.

And then, it was magic.

You could visualize Ellie in your mind, her tattooed arm flexing as it moved up and down along the guitar, and you mimicked the movements. The sound coming from the guitar actually sounded halfway decent—not great, but definitely an improvement. You chanced a look at the redhead, and she was already smiling at you. Before you reached the chorus, you stopped playing and looked down at your fingers, wondering if she possibly performed some sort of witchcraft on you.

“See? Sometimes you do need to put the guitar down in order to play,” she smirked, putting her guitar down. “That was much better.”

Your cheeks flushed and you averted your eyes. Normally, you could take a compliment, but it felt…different, coming from Ellie. Here she was, a perfect stranger, letting you into her space, letting you smoke her weed, dedicating her time to you—it all felt remarkably intimate in such a short amount of time. Was it just the sapphic passion that seemed innate in you at this point?

“Yeah, yeah, I guess you are a pretty good tutor…or whatever,” you trailed off, bashfully looking back up at her. She beamed back at you, but before she could say anything, your phone chimed from your pocket. Ellie simply twirled around in the chair, beginning to play yet another song that she plucked from her memory, and you only wished you could have even a fraction of the skill she seemed to possess.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and unlocked it.

hey, you still alive over there??

i’m actually really bad at writing please don’t make me write a eulogy

do you think i could pay someone to do it

would you be offended if i paid someone to write your eulogy

You nearly snorted at the messages from Dina. It was almost hard to imagine that barely an hour ago you had been nervous to even come here.

Everything’s going good!

You texted back. Her reply was almost immediate:

just good???

“good” as in you’re good at guitar now?????

or good as in good ;) ?????

orrrr good as in you’re narrowly avoiding death as we speak?????????

You looked up at Ellie through your lashes, and watched as she bobbed her head lightly, singing softly with the sweetest voice you think you may have ever heard.

You texted back:

Good ;)

chapter 3 here

#ellie williams #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x you #tlou part 2 #the last of us #dina tlou

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toruvi · 1 year

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Getting blasted with Levi on 4/20 where he smokes you out for the first time. Well, initially it was an entire party planned by his roommate Erwin. You're merely neighbors but have hung around the two often enough that they invited you over. Though when it gets a little too hot inside the apartment and maybe a little too loud you just need to step outside on their patio real quick for a breath of fresh air.

And with that step outside comes a faintly cool relief of the spring air. Accompanied with the slow lo fi beats emanating from Levi's phone that lays on the table. Next to it, a halfway, meticulously packed bowl and the man himself fixing it. His eyes are faintly pink when they peer up at you. You nod toward him in acknowledgement, and he scoots over on the bench to give you a spot to sit down.

"So this is where you went."

He grunts, continuing his work as he chews on his bottom lip. "Hange took three too many shots."

You laugh, your shoulder brushing into his as you lean back. He gently pats the packed bowl down with the butt of his lighter, then offers it to you.

"Ah--I don't really know how to light it and stuff--uh. Furlan usually does it for me."

His brow raises. "Furlan? He just burns the entire bowl in one go. It's almost a waste."

"Is that why my lungs feel like they're on fire when he does it?"

Levi shakes his head with a low, barely audible chuckle. "Shit. He couldn't even bother to teach you? Here, hold this and I'll show you."

He leans in to hand you the bong and that's when you start to smell the faint scent of his cologne--hell, maybe even his laundry detergent.

"When I light, you inhale. When this gets filled with smoke," he taps over the bong gently in the gaps of your fingers. "You suck harder. Got it?"

You stare at the lighter in his veiny right hand for a bit too long without an answer.

"Hey."

Levi clicks his tongue and you blink away the string of thoughts threatening to flood your mind in this proximity.

"Yeah. Got it," you murmur. He stares for a couple seconds before clearing his throat.

"Ready?"

"Mhm."

When he lights, you do just as he said. He's watching intently as the flame flickers away, replaced with a gentler orange glow in the bowl instead. "Go slow--yeah. That's it."

The praise shoots a soft burn straight down your stomach. His voice lowers as his fingers hover over the bowl.

"Gonna take this out, then you can go harder, yeah?"

It's taking all your concentration not to choke on the air when your eyes meet his. They flicker between yours and your lips. The glass clinks as he lifts the bowl, and Levi looks at you expectantly.

"There you go... Good."

Well, it was good until the second line of praise really distracted you. You cough and hold the bong away. As if he was ready for it, he's taking it out of your hands with that same baritonal chuckle.

"Hm. Better than Furlan at least."

Grinning, you take a deep, clean breath. "Pft."

He takes a hit of the bong like an expert, easily allowing the high to wash over him. He leans back against the bench with you, tilting his head up whilst exhaling the long trail of smoke.

Whether or not he realizes it, his shoulder is pressed heavily into yours. There's even a slight tilt of his head against you.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, running his hand through his hair.

"Baked."

"Yeah, me too."

"You usually stay out here during the parties?"

"Prefer to smoke out here. It's quieter. Sometimes they can be..."

"A lot?"

Nodding, he moves to light the bong again. "Want another?"

You watch how the muscles shift in his shoulders as he reaches for the lighter. "Kay."

He blinks back you. Though it's brief, there is that glance down to your lips again. You wonder if he realizes it. You wonder what he's thinking. If they're the same things as you. The silent, tense.moments like that may be brief, but they're starting a little too hot of a flame for you to ignore.

Again, he offers the first hit. It's taken graciously. He repeats those encouraging words as a reminder of the initial lesson. Inhale slow, when he pulls out, go harder.

But when you try to huff out away from his face, his delicate fingers cup the side of your chin. His thumb keeps your mouth open. He leans in and you freeze, your chest hammering at how damn close he's gotten so suddenly. How you can now smell the spearmint gum he must've been chewing earlier. How the pad of his thumb stays perched on your skin... How those silvery blue eyes hold that expectant look again for an entirely different reason than earlier.

He instructs, so quietly you barely hear it over the boisterous laugher from inside his apartment.

"Go on."

Somehow, it clicks in your mind. You exhale and he allows the smoke between his own lips. They may not be touching yours but you swear you could feel them anyway. The high fills your head like the smoke he takes in, bleeds into every vein in your body and brain. After he blows away from you, Levi let's go of your chin. His cheeks have grown pink.

"Do you wanna--um," Levi hesitates, swallowing down what feels like his nerves. Funny, considering the move he just pulled on you. "Wanna stay the night?"

"Okay," you breathe, pressing your thighs together. Out of the corner of your eye, Levi's arm resting over the back of the bench flexes and shifts. His hand grips the wood tightly. "Yeah, sure."

#idk idk idk im jsutbgfjejeiDMFKCJCJDHDHFJWJDJCJ #thank you kali uchis for beingmy inspo fnfjsjgjdshdh #levi ackerman x reader #drabbles #TELL ME IF I SHOULD PUT A READ MORE PLEASE BC IDK

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horrorjunki3 · 1 year

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I really liked your drunk headcannons for the Sawyer brothers! Do you think you could do one for getting high? Or is that too similar

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Drug use, discussion of Mental illnesses (PTSD, Schizophrenia for the twins), NSFW, fluff and cannibalism

A/N: sorry if this took to long, I'm currently hyperfixating on Outlast lmao

The sawyer brothers stoned

Since most of them canonically don't smoke weed I'm headcannoning that they're S/O is a stoner bc I'm a stoner and I wanna get my boys high okay? 🥺

Drayton sawyer

It'd take some time for him to smoke with you or get high in general -> and isn't done often probably after he wins a contest or in preparation to calm him down

Omg so (depending on the strain) he loves cooking when high, I think his prefered method would be a joint - and his a lightweight two hits and his high

He gets sleepy and relaxed to so he will grab you by the waist and and cuddle you while he cooks

His more calm and relaxed doesn't get mad or bring the broom out -> which the boys love (he never uses the broom on his S/O ever. Sorry I just really wanted to clarify that)

He gets really sappy and coos at you soft and runs his hands up and down your body and kisses your neck

He gives you PDA and his brothers are like wide-eyed in shock because they've never seen this side of their brother

Speaking of affection he gives this affection to his brothers to!! It's starts with him like ruffling bubbas hair and thanking him for all the help which causes bubba to hug him -> drayton laughs and chop will jump I'm because he loves his lil sibling soo much and Nubbins sits there all awkward until you grab him and drag him into the family cuddle!! It's very soft and unexpected but you and Drayton are like they're parents and they melt into the rare soft moment in the house

His filter kinda disappears? Like he tells you everything he loves about you, his more open to talking about anything and will open up about alot

He will drag you into the loungeroom and watch a movie with you -> he snuggles into you and falls asleep pretty fast.

Chop top Sawyer

Out of everyone Chops the first to smoke with you - Weed helps with PTSD so I dont think he'd have any negative reactions -> this is probably the reason he smokes

His perfered method is using a bong -> he covers it in stickers and loves shot-gunning with you -> idk if that's the term for it, but it's when people blow smoke into your mouth

He gets the munchies and like it's kinda gross but I love him anyway -> he likes eating headcheese and eyes (lmao no I'm not joking, it was either a headcannon or cannon fact that Nubbins eats Eyeballs like grapes and now I headcannon that these are snacks for the fam)

Whenever he gets high he listens music on low volume and likes dimmer lighting -> gets very romantic and phsyically affectionate which often leads to a sloppy make out

NSFW headcannon

Choptop becomes so soft and sensual with you -> he will kiss you softly while he fucks you muttering how much he loves you

Fucks you deep and slow while looking in you eyes -> usually in these moments he doesn't care about the sex it's just how he expresses his love for you

He also giving head when his high, legit moans at the taste and comes untouched -> during these times he refers to you as morsel or meal telling you how good you taste and how he wants to devour you -> there's no threats or violence behind his words he just loves you so much

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins would be pretty open to it, I don't know much about how Schizophrenia and weed react I know it can be used to treat mental illnesses -> I'm just assuming that they're won't be any bad reactions for our baby

His preferred methods is a joint or pipe he likes to smoke outside and has cool little spots he likes to show you

Nubbins gets really creative when his high, he will take so many photos, or work on projects

He loves when he gets to involve his you in his photos will beg you to do a photoshoot with him!

Often times he will go to the bathroom and disappear for an hour when you find him his kinda snuggle up with bubs and they're crafting together it's very cute!

He gets so cute when his high becomes more gentle/submissive? Really enjoys just laying with you and cuddling, please let him be the little spoon and play with his hair. He becomes pretty clingy and will curl around you -> please coo at him and call him a good boy

He likes to hold your hand and sit in your lap just let him be held and loved please!

NSFW Headcannons

Nubbins gets really horny, submissive and needy during this time - his a whining, begging and whimpering mess -> it feels so much better when his high he gets drunk on pleasure and generally will want sex until he can't cum anymore he loves when you take the lead during these times.

Please ride him or fuck him he doesn't care he just needs to cum please

Loves cockwarming during this time -> if your warming his cock he will moan about how warm and tight you are and if his cock warming you his a mess and unfortunately it doesn't last he need you to fuck him into the bed

Exhibitionism/voyeurism is a kink of his that shines during this time -> mainly when you guys are outside, he moans about how you feel so good someone's gonna hear, oh how he wants someone to watch him get used by you, please he wants someone to see him being a good boy!!

Bubba sawyer

Bubba surprisingly enjoys weed, he trust you and enjoys the warm bubby feelings he gets from being High -> he prefers edibles

He gets giggly and silly! They will laugh alot and loves picking your up during these times!

His fave thing to do when his high is to hang out with you and their chicken, cuddled up in his bed!

They fall asleep really fast when High - it's really lovely, the cool nip of the night with a chicken on your check and bubbas soft snores next to you? Such a soft and snuggly night!

Bubba prefers not to have sex when his high, it's intense and a little overwhelming instead he'd perfer to kiss you and snuggle -> they take they're mask off during these times and shower you in kisses

#slasher simp #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #robert sawyer #chop top x reader #bubba sawyer #leatherface x reader #nubbins x reader #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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heyyy idk if ur request are on or off and if u still write for timothée. but if you do, i had an idea. so like i think its number 6 and the prompt is “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” and the reader is dating timothée and they r at his apartment smoking and he falls asleep before she does and wakes up to her in his shirt

my requests are open so your all good and I will forever write for him!! :)) i love thisss!!! thank you for requesting lovely <333 also sorry it took forever :(( it didn’t have to be this many words but for some reason I just wanted to make it longer.

Cloth | Timothée Chalamet.

timothée x reader. (established relationship)

warnings — words: 1,136. fluff. drugs. marijuana. very detailed about smoking bong hits. smoking a piece of blunt wrap in a bong. blunts have tobacco in it, mentions of tobacco.

a/n: also very proud on how this turned out :)) to all my ppl that lay on the right side of the bed im sorry, I had to choose a side and I sleep on the left 😬

Credits -> This is my work. Their ^ idea. It is to not be plagiarized. Timothée Chalamet is a real human being and I do not know him. This is all fictional. Even if he’s real.

Masterlist, Navigation, Timmy C. List.

It was just one of those lazy days today.

Best days of all days, were you and timothée were just you and timmy, even though that’s an everyday thing with you both, it was a day of no work, no fans- unless you do run into someone when out but no online stuff, and that's it. Just comfort for each other.

The day already passed by, not doing much except smoking, exploring each other’s bodies a few times, going for a walk and ordering some food but it was way too late to order food now, yet the city wasn’t asleep. I mean we are in the city nicknamed ‘The city that never sleeps.’

As of right now, you and timmy were just taking bong hits, relaxing on the bed, and watching a new show on netflix. Today you’ve smoked two blunts and a joint, while also taking bong hits, pen hits, and some dap hits too but that was throughout the day. And now you didn’t have that much weed to roll a joint, not even to roll a blunt... especially when all the cones and blunts you have are rolled and there was no point to smoke one right now.

A sharpe sound was heard, interrupting the tv as the pink lighter in your hand generated a flame. If you look close enough, there was blue at the bottom close to the metal where it was sprouting out from, continuing to go into an ombré of orange to yellow in the form of a candle, but between the blue and orange, it was clear, see-through. surprisingly.

You pull the now lit lighter to the bowl that was full of ground-up weed and a very small piece of a blunt wrap— it was from a leftover roach earlier that day, both of you smoked the weed from the roach so now you were smoking the wrap.

The bong was in your hand over the side table as you lit your herbs on fire and begin to inhale. Covering the carb hole with your thumb, you hear the tv playing but also hear the water bubbling and feeling it drip back down too.

Watching the bowl for a few seconds, a familiar burning sensation in the back of your throat starts building up. Just before it gets too much, you move to uncover the hole and continue to inhale, the air aiding to direct the smoke into your lungs.

You take as much as you could before pulling away, smoke lines come waving through the dark fiery weed from in the bowl. You slowly blow the smoke out, making a small white cloud form in the dark tv lit room.

A grape taste fulls your mouth and the air now smells like it to, and it wasn’t like the medicine grape or the powerade grape flavor but it was in between both of them, tasting better than both in your opinion, the little tobacco in there making it all hit you more. Making the high so much more better.

“mmm, mon amour?” he asked in a mumbled, his face stuffed in a pillow; eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed with his lips in a pout. He was so tired, his arms felt like they could fall off, and he couldn’t open his eyes for shit, he was on the brick falling asleep but he need to say something.

“yea?” you ask with a soft smile.

“come to bedddd…”

Turning to him, you see him all snuggled up, going to lay on your side in front of him, your left hand cupping his jaw, just looking at him with a soft look, memorizing his face once more.

“Je t'aime, and sleepy.” he mumbles, eyes kind of fluttering open but still closed, yawning before his lips push into a kiss face with him humming, his way of saying ‘i wanting a kiss.’

“I love you too,” you gave him a peck but he whines when the warmth of your lips leaves his, giving him a few more smiling when you feel his before pulling away, your lips still touching, “go to sleep,” you whisper with a playful smile.

“no, you,” he mumbles, his hand now wrapping around your waist.

“I’ll come to bed with you, I just have to change, okay.” you kiss him before getting up to change, his arm flopping on the bed, the strength he has, not able to hold you down, all because of the high but as you leave he hums disapprovingly, ‘mhm mhmm’.

When you finally climb back into bed, only a few seconds had passed but he was out like a light. As you were going under the covers and turning the tv down in the process, his arm suddenly wraps around your waist, scaring you a little as he pulls you in, gaining his strength in those two minutes. Both of you are now cuddled together with the show still playing, high, asleep, but still together.

A beam of light was peeking into the room, it was lightening and warming up the carpet, indicating that the sun was up and above the window, saying it was morning. Not that many birds were chirping, but if the windows were open you would hear them talking beautifully to one another, saying good morning to everyone. The cars still making sounds as usual. The city still alive.

The warm ball in the atmosphere has yet to touch the people in the bed. Both still in deep sleep from the night they had, even though that’s an everyday night. on some occasions.

As the hours went by, the morning went higher into the sky, the bright light drifting in the room, going from one place to another, until it shone on the wall above the two lovers from where the rays were glimpsing inwards.

They look beautiful. And peaceful.

He was on his back with you cuddled and laying on him, face in his neck, leg wrapped around his waist, arm on his chest. Like a koala bear.

Disturbing the peaceful air in the room, Timmy grumbles as he rolls over, gently to not disturb you. Now laying more on you, he breathes you in, yawning before giving you a few pecks on the neck. He gets your usual smell but also gets the scent of his too. Lifting his head up a little, he looks down and sees his shirt on you. As soon as he sees that a smile rises up and he buries his face in your neck.

soon enough, you started waking up from the kisses. you cuddle into his chest, he responds by holding you even more. Breathing him in, you lift head a little, yawning you see he’s awake. “morning.” you say quietly, with a very tired smile.

“morning my love,” he says quietly too, voice raspy, with a pleasant smile, before kissing your forehead. You respond with a hum and smile on your face, leaning more into him.

“is that my shit?” he says quietly in your ear with the teasing voice in a smirk.

Still tired, you slowly open your eyes, quickly looking down at your shirt, you look up, making eye contact with him “oh, um. you mean our shirt..?” you end your question with a smirk.

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

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starburstjuno · 2 years

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High Emotions | Eddie Munson

plot : eddie gets his long-time customer, and crush, y/n to sit down and smoke some weed with him.

warnings : (underaged) marijuana use, drug dealing, eddie being stupid and in love, y/n being kind of bitchy and in love, just two idiots in love basically

word count : 737

(idk what this one is besties, it’s 2am, i’m high and i’m on the VERGE of sleep with only one man on the brain-edward fucking munson)

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“Really?” Y/N stared Eddie down, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, of course!” Eddie nodded. “Come on, let’s smoke together.”

“What’s the catch, Munson?” She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Feels a little…fishy to me.”

“No catch.” He shook his head. “Can’t a guy just wanna hang out with his favorite customer?”

“Am I paying or what?” She asked, unable to help but be curious. She knew who Eddie was, and she was pretty confident Eddie wouldn’t try anything-but you never know. Especially when it comes to your local, small town drug dealer.

“Totally, completely free.” Eddie shook his head again, holding up a sandwich bag of weed. “Good shit, too.” Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. Sure, there was a party over by Loch Nora she was planning on hitting up tonight. But, in the long run, what was an hour smoking weed on Eddie Munson’s couch to a whole night at a party?

“Fine.” She nodded, stepping inside Eddie’s trailer and snatching the weed from his hand as she made her way for the couch. Eddie happily shut the door behind her and turned on some music, taking a few minutes to sift through his tapes as he couldn’t decide what to play. Y/N was already loading her second bowl by the time he finally chose something and plopped down on the couch.

“Good stuff, right?” He asked, watching her take a hit. “My supplier’s going to a new guy who gets his stuff from the West Coast. Like, California and shit.”

“I know what’s on the West Coast.” She remarked through light coughs, handing the bong and lighter over to Eddie. Their hands brushed as she pushed the lighter into his, the metal of the rings on their hands clinking together. “But yeah, good stuff. I’m sure you make me pay out the ass for it.”

“Come on, I give you good prices!” Eddie argued. “How many times have I let you short me, Y/N?”

“Too many. I really don’t know why you keep selling to me.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “If I didn’t know any better, Munson, I’d say you might be into me.”

“And what makes you say that?” Eddie laughed. He wasn’t sure if they’d ever actually spoken for this long, but he didn’t hate it.

“Well, there’s the fact that I never pay full price no matter what. And I get to come buy from your house which, according to just about everyone else, never fucking happens.” She started. “Not to mention the free samples, first picks, the ‘holiday gifts’. And of course, tonight. How many girls do you actually have over, Munson?”

“Plenty, thank you very much.” He defended, and they both laughed. She watched as he took his hit, a small smile curling up at her mouth as he coughed and set the bong on the coffee table. She reached over, pushing Eddie’s hair out of his face and more than drawing his attention. As if he wasn’t nervous enough, Eddie’s heart began to absolutely hammer when he saw the way Y/N was looking at him.

“Eddie, tell me something.” He could’ve died right then and there, hearing her say his first name. “Do you like me?” His throat was dry, he didn’t know what to say. He’d figured that he would be the one making moves, he’d be the one to take the initiative between them.

“I…” Eddie’s voice caught in his throat. “I um…”

“Let me tell you something.” She said, scooting closer. He nodded lightly, unable to take his eyes off of hers. “I don’t just buy from you because you give me good prices, Eddie.” Eddie swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly. “I buy from you because I like getting to see you. I like getting to smell your cologne and hear your laugh and your stupid jokes and see your smile. I like buying from you because it’s you.”

“Shit, Y/N.” The words finally stumbled out of Eddie’s mouth. “You lay all that on me right after I have a bowl?”

“What? Do you need another before we get all emotional and serious or do you not like talking about your emotions when you’re high?” She questioned, her head cocking to the side slightly. Eddie’s eyes were practically sparkling as he watched her, but before she could ask what again he’d pressed his lips against hers.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things one shot #stranger things fic #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader

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madangel19 · 11 months

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Hiii Sticky here!

Requesting pronpt 23 with Sticky (afab!oc) and Dew [or Phantom and Dew if inspo is better on this one]

Thank you, take care 🫶🏻

Finally got around to working on this!

Had to think this over and figured out something for Phantom and Dew :3

Words: 519

Warnings: First time sex (nothing too explicit) and some sexy ghoul magic

“Teach me how to make you feel good.”

That was a question Dewdrop hadn’t heard in a very long time. He cocked his head at Phantom who sat across from him on the bed, half-dressed and looking him up and down with a light purple blush on his cheeks. Out of the rest of the pack, Phantom had chosen him to be his first. It was quite an honor and he looked forward to spending this time with the newly summoned ghoul.

“You want me to feel good?” Dewdrop questioned.

“Well, yeah. It’s supposed to be good for both of us and I want to learn,” Phantom said.

There was so much he could tell the new ghoul. He could easily teach him about the freakier shit he was into, but it would be best to start out slow.

“You’re a quintessence ghoul, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you know you can hypnotize others and make them feel real good? You can try that with me if you’re comfortable with that,” Dewdrop said, smiling as he recalled his many times with Aether.

Phantom appeared uncertain for a moment before he smirked, his eyes glowing a deep purple. A very familiar sign. Dewdrop smiled and crawled closer to him, his tail wagging excitedly.

“I might be out of it when the magic hits, but I can still guide you,” he purred.

“Just tell me what to do,” Phantom crowed, reaching out to caress his cheek with gentle fingers.

Dewdrop could already feel quintessence magic pulling him in and putting him at ease. His vision became hazy as Phantom pulled him into a hungry kiss. Was his magic stronger? It felt stronger, but he wasn’t going to complain. The stronger the magic the better the effects were.

“That feel good?” Phantom asked, pulling away from the kiss.

Dewdrop sat up, licking his lips with a soft purr. He swayed to and fro, feeling like he just took the biggest hit off of a bong. Oh, he was going to enjoy fucking him.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured.

“Tell me what to do next then,” Phantom crowed, gazing down at Dewdrop’s tightening pants.

“Take these pants off. I got something to show you,” Dewdrop said, taking Phantom’s hand and placing it over his crotch.

Phantom’s hand seemed to vibrate against his pants from just him purring in excitement. It felt nice against his pants, making him all the more eager to get them off and have his hands all over him.

“You got it, boss,” Phantom chuckled as he made quick work of unzipping and pulling his pants off, freeing Dewdrop.

The new ghoul paused, taking in the sight of Dewdrop with wide eyes. Another thing he was used to with new siblings and ghouls. He smirked and spread his legs, showing off his cock to him.

“Well, what do you think? Sexy, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, it really is. What do you want me to do?”

“Just touch me and then we’ll figure things out from there,” Dewdrop said, beckoning him to come forward with a single claw. Phantom obeyed.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #fanfiction

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roseyange · 2 years

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smoking with mammon headcannons

◇ 16 and under / ageless profile dni!!

♡ TW / CW ! cursing, smoking, drugs, getting high, alcohol, mentions of Lucifer getting drunk, black mail ment. please read at your own discretion !!!

◇ if I missed a tag, please let me know!

♡ lil hc's!! nothin spicy.

◇ reader is referred to by only you/yours!

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- Mammon is a big fan of smoking. cigarettes, vapes, the Devildoms equivalent of weed? oh hell yeah!!

- loves getting high with you. literally could not think of any other perfect thing to do with his time. he adores you. your laughter is contagious, your smile is sweeter then honey, and the stuff you say while high is funny as fuck to him.

- he has a note in his notes app just of all the goofy stuff you have said while high. no matter how funny it is in the moment. he will open his phone and jot it down.

- he buys everything. don't worry about it or paying him back. he won't tell you where he gets it from, but you have never had a terrible experience with what he gets, so why start questioning it now?

- is an amazing blunt roller. being alive for eons has paid off in multiple ways, and rolling blunts is definitely one of the best. he uses fancy, expensive papers. two of his favorites are gold flaked papers and strawberry flavored ones.

- has a hidden cabinet in his closet full of bongs.

- this dude has enough bongs to make a very tall, very stinky, tower.

- he has alot of cut glass bongs. delicate detailing covering the span of the glass tube that you admire while watching him take hits.

- he is very responsible when he smokes. it's not very often that you need to call Asmo for something or even need to leave his room. he doesn't want anything to happen to either of you, and would prefer just to enjoy the high with just the two of you.

- preps snacks and has a hidden stash in his room from Beel. asks you a few hours before a session what sounds good that day, buying everything you say plus some other things he knows you normally enjoy.

- took too big of a hit and can't stop coughing? he's right next to you with a bottle of water. feel like you did too much and start crashing? he will offer to wrap an arm around you, wary if you want space or not, and talk to you calmly to give you a distraction. start having a panic attack induced by the drug? he's holding onto your hands and helping you breath. he's going to crack a few jokes here or there, but his top priority is you no matter how much he has had.

- loves crashing with you on his couch. some random show playing in the background, your head is on his chest with a blanket draped over the both of you. that is the best sleep he will ever have.

- the next morning he will wait and let you sleep for as long as you need. if you wake up needing water, he will happily get some for you.

- Akubers food the next morning. fully expects you to eat breakfast with him and remaince of the night before together. laughing over videos or pictures that might have been taken, or simply riding out the last bit of the high together in a comfortable silence.

- one night, after taking a few too many hits. you both ended up in his car, windows rolled down and doors opened. pretending to drive around while hooting and hollering loud enough to wake up the entire Devildom. of course Lucifer was not happy and came to investigate the noise. Mammon was able to ( somewhat ) play cool, but just from the smell Lucifer automatically knew the state of you two.

- the next day Lucifer cornered Mammon about it. not only concerned for your safety, but also condemning the action in general. Mammon was able to wiggle out of the situation though, bringing up Lucifers drinking habits and reminiscing some stories of when Lucifer had been black out drunk.

- Lucifer let him off with a warning. not wanting word to spread of the highly embarrassing stories. not knowing if he was more angry he had let himself slip that much to make such an embarrassment of himself, or the fact Mammon was black mailing him.

- he has a matching lighter with you ( pictured at the top ) he carries around everywhere. he only smokes in private, but he can't help the butterflies in his stomach when he thinks about you carrying around your lighter as well.

- Mammon is normally a very talkative high demon. he won't complain about holding your hand or cuddling. but sometimes, he just turns into such a sweet lover boy. only wants to be held in your arms, will pepper your face with kisses and giggle sweetly when you try to kiss him back. just a genuine lovely goofball.

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I have been thinking about this prompt for a few days now and couldn't get it out of my head :]] hope yall liked it B)

#obey me #obey me mammon #omswd #mammon #shall we date mammon #nothing but mammon brain rot here #mammon fluff #om! mammon #obey me headcanons #mammon headcanon #obey me hc #mammon hcs #mammon x gn!reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x reader #jasperswritingfix

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andthebeanstalk · 2 years

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TLDR: first-time weed users should either vape or take an edible that contains single digits (under 10mg) of THC.

I put this in the tags of another post but this might save someone a Very Bad Time so,

Heya there, friendos!

Want to try the devil's lettuce for the first time, but thinking that smoking it sounds hard so you're gonna take an edible?

Well that's just keen!

But remember: the first time you take edibles, you need to check the THC content (if something is made from weed and can get you high, it contains THC), and make sure it is in SINGLE DIGITS per serving of edible.

Did you hear me?? Single. Digits. Under 10. The numbers 1 through 9.

I mean it. If you're looking at packaging like, "hmmmm - is 20mg or 70mg a lot?" YOU ARE ALREADY WRONG BECAUSE THAT IS ONE MORE DIGIT THAN YOU NEED, MY FRIEND. If you remember nothing else from this, just remember single digits.

(Also if you don't have a weed tolerance - which takes weeks of regular use to build up and just means you need to pay more money to get high so it is NOT an aspirational thing - 20mg will fuck you up in a bad dizzy not-fun scary way. And 70mg will ruin your week and probably weed as a whole forever and also possibly be so upsetting it becomes an actual traumatic experience. An overdose of marijuana cannot kill you and the only thing for it is to w, but it is extremely not fun.)

It is super common for people new to weed to buy like, a 100mg brownie and think those things are single serving. THEY ARE NOT SINGLE-SERVING AND THAT IS TWO DIGITS MORE THAN YOU WANT. And then they are calling 911 because they are having a weed-related panic attack. (Cameron Esposito has a great stand-up bit about a small town she visited in Arizona that ran into a problem right after weed was legalized because folks kept eating entire weed brownies and then calling the ER in a panic.)

SINGLE DIGITS.

So start with a 5mg piece and then wait like, 12 hours. Many edibles take hours to take effect, and it is SUPER common for newbies to take a second edible after waiting like an hour when the first hasn't even hit yet and then they both hit and that person has a bad night.

(And one time - only once - my girl and I took edibles that kicked in THE NEXT DAY. My girl was at work suddenly realized like, Oh No. She was fine, but holy shit! That is not a typical experience. But it gives an idea of the range that edibles can have.)

The second time you take edibles, if you enjoyed 5mg, you can take 10mg. Then the next time, take 15mg, and the time after that, take 20mg. From there you can probably increase by increments of 10mg. Which is what I do.

I am a big ol' stoner who has smoked more days than not for several years and I have a stupid tolerance. So I take 30mg as a baseline to even feel it. And like 60-70mg as an absolute maximum, depending on the edible. If it is a brand of edible I haven't had before - or an unlabeled batch of homemade cookies, etc. - then I skew low. I find that some edibles on 40mg are nothing to me and others send me to the moon at 40mg, so I am careful. Either way, I dearly miss my low tolerance.

And hey! Are you thinking 'wow all that sucks to keep track of,' then good news! Vape pens are simple/cheap to get and use and you will feel the effects of them within minutes or even in seconds, so it is WAY easier to tell how your body is reacting, and it will fade faster than an edible too, which is good if you don't know if you'll like it much yet. Take short puffs because it won't feel harsh in your throat until after you stop breathing in and then if you've sucked in too long, you'll cough so much it hurts the next day. It'll heal same as if you coughed a lot from anything else, but it sucks.

Everything I said about vapes also applies to smoking a little pinch of bud/flower/dried weed plant leaves in a pipe/bowl/bong, except newbies who don't smoke cigarettes will be more sensitive to the smoke and will cough way more than with a vape. I still often cough if I'm not careful.

I recommend against smoking a whole joint by yourself if you're new. They are a bitch to learn how to make and they require way more bud than a newbie should smoke in one go. Just start with a small cheap pipe. You don't need anything expensive to get started. I personally use something called a one-hitter, which is a ceramic piece that looks like a cigarette and was very cheap. It is only meant for one hit at a time and so it only holds a very small amount of weed and is very easy to pack and use.

Anyway, stay safe! Look out for each other! Don't pressure people to smoke/use weed if they don't want to! All cops are bastards! And remember, SINGLE. DIGITS.

#original #drugs #stoner life #weed #marijuana #cbd meanwhile is the chemical in weed that is relaxing and idk what happens if you overdose on that but my guess is sleepiness #cbd is sold in public stores unlike thc which in my state must be from a dispensary #and then there are other chemicals and other acronyms but any official edible product should say how much thc is in there #and if it isn't official or labeled with mg levels please for the love of god take a small small small bite to start #i am so serious that being too high is NOT fun #you can lower ur tolerance by taking time off but then you have to take time off #also people at weed stores are usually friendly and happy to help #i am sure there exist folks who are gonna be condescending assholes about it but usually people are very nice #especially if talking to people about weed is literally their job

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the-greenery420 · 4 months

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Mimosa

Good morning everyone! Who is currently wake 'n baking? This morning we're smoking some Mimosa strain to wake us up while drinking some Rogue Energy Rocket Pop energy drink mix. Just took some Kat's Botanicals Rogue Hippo White Vein Kratom and decided to test this new strain out and do a review.

Gear

Today I'm currently using Raw 1G Blunt Cones, and then I also have a mini cone of Obama Runtz. My grinder is a 1 Stage from GrassCity but today I get my other grinder when my Amsterdam Glass Mini Bong from GrassCity gets here!

Genetics

Symbiotic Genetics turned Purple Punch and Clementine into the sativa-dominant (70/30) Mimosa strain in 2017. The strain sits at a THC content of 21% THC for the batch I got.

Appearance

Amber veins and hairs run through the dark frosty green buds . I got some smalls because it's more affordable but just as potent. Ended up getting an Oz for 50$ which is a wildly good deal where I live!

Effects

Mimosa is a perfect strain for morning use, and delivers a happy and energizing high that can help you start your day with a smile. Mimosa is also known for its therapeutic benefits. It can balance your mood, ease your stress, and stimulate your appetite. Many people with ADD and ADHD find Mimosa helpful for calming their mind and improving their focus. Mimosa can also alleviate depression and migraines with its uplifting and soothing effects.

Mimosa has a delicious taste and aroma that resembles a fruity cocktail. You can enjoy the tropical citrus and berry notes of Mimosa, with a hint of woodsy and floral undertones. Mimosa can cause dry mouth, so make sure to stay hydrated when smoking this strain!

Smoking Experience

After I sparked my 1G cone up, the woodsy, flowery taste hit me first. Then, on the exhale it has a bit of an orange and berry taste as the thick smoke rolls of my tongue. The smell is VERY strong, so if you are an incognito smoker, be sure to make you a sploof. I live in an apartment but everyone knows my wife and I smoke. Definitely wouldn't be smoking this before an inspection or the landlord coming over though! Oust is always going to be your friend, and a good air cleaner.

Every two months our landlord comes to "inspect" the house, so as it gets closer to that point I'll probably be blowing into a tp roll/dryer sheet! This stuff is definitely dank!

It takes about 5 minutes to really start ramping up, then you're going to be hit with pure euphoria, after about 15 minutes it changes into a warm comforting waves of calm and focus, it's like wrapping up in a warm soft blanket right after the drier is done. I have Diagnosed Autism, ADHD, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Depression, Chronic Pancreatitis, Spinal Stenosis, and Huntington's Disease and I found an overwhelming relief from both my pain and mental health issues.

In fact this strain made me talk non-stop most of last night the first time I smoked a joint of it. I normally am very quiet, as is my wife, but this is definitely a social strain. My wife and I had deep conversations about the universe, so definitely helps foster creative and expansive thinking.

Activities to do After Toking

I played Path of Exile a lot last night when I first smoked a joint of this and then a joint of the Obama Runtz before bed. I found myself listening to Martin Garrix, later G Herbo, as well as some Biggie. a good strain to vibe to and listen to music to. It didn't cloud my awareness, or make me couch locked. It's a very active strain so I really love it. I was able to focus on just having some fun! Would be a strain I'd use if I wanted to focus on reading too. I often like to read astrophysics books. Watching documentaries would be great, especially nature ones. Definitely a good strain for if you have a pet in the house too as pets always raise the comfort level of most strains.

I'm a game developer so this would also be my go-to if I needed to focus on repetitive things such as level building, and I believe it'd help me with my creativity in game design! Probably going to end up doing that today while listening to music because I'm currently working on a Castlevania-like 2D platformer.

Growing

This strain flowers in about 9 weeks. If you plan on growing it outside, it'll be ready for harvest in mid-October, sometimes even later.

Mimosa is not too difficult to grow if you want to harvest a mid. But to get 27%, it's recommended to use a high-nutrient plant food to encourage your strain to flourish. Mimosa is greedier than the average plant, nutritionally speaking, so make sure to give your plant lots of nutrients and TLC!

Conclusion and Last Thoughts on the Mimosa Experience

It's an enjoyable, social, fun strain that helped me get stuff done. I was able to remember things better and less agitated during the night, I ended up drifting off into an 8 hour deep sleep when I usually sleep 2-3 hours max a night due to the Early Onset Dementia from Huntington's Disease. I have a real issue with focusing too and don't take any ADHD meds but this strain helped me vibe for hours before I took a weed nap! I woke up refreshed, and the strain was so good I couldn't resist a wake 'n bake. I'll do some more writeups later today on my bong and the Obama Runtz from last night! Let me know what your favorite strain is in the comment section!

Nothing in this article is medical advice, always check with your doctor before indulging in medical cannabis/legal cannabis.

Thanks for toking with me!

#weedlife #cannabis #medical cannabis #plants #strain review #weed strains #review #medical conditions #chronic pancreatitis #huntingtonsdisease #dementia #autism

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little-whats-her-name · 5 months

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So I showed my church Youth Group Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical, and before you say that's super problematic, we play Cards Against Humanity all the time and Josh made an AI draw Jesus having an epic pizza battle so it's fine. Everyone had their head in their hands saying "What is going on?" at some point. Watching Listen To Jesus Jimmy in a church is really something.

(on Ralph's laughter at the very beginning)

Sofi: My guy is high as a kite.

Josh: You don't just say “good evening” then drink a glass of water.

Sofi: I would. Keep ‘em hanging.

Jesse: I mean, ideally you'd drink a glass of water then say “good evening”.

Sofi: My school should do this for their musical.

Sofi (about Jimmy): He looks like he's made out of plastic.

Jesse: Welcome to musical theatre, Sof.

Sofi: Why does [Mary] look 16 and [Jimmy] looks like he's thirty?

Emma: To be fair, I think they're both probably thirty.

Emma: Did he just pour hot chocolate from a teapot?

Sofi: It's like Grease but better!

(on Jack putting the gun he just fired in his top pocket)

Jesse: Wh- No! You just burned a hole in your jacket.

Josh: And possibly also your skin.

Jesse: He just charred his nipple off!

“Damn stairs.”

Emma: Oh yes, that was definitely the stairs’ fault.

(on the way Mae moans when Jack hits her)

Emma: She enjoyed that too much.

Sofi: Especially the full 360 then falls.

(during the intro music for The Stuff)

Sofi: I think she's going to burst into song.

Jesse (sarcastically): Really? What gave you that idea?

Emma: Was it the pose?

Jesse: So, to summarise, my boyfriend abuses me but he buys me lingerie and drugs so it's fine.

Sofi (super whiny): It's fine!

Jesse: A woman just screamed “my boyfriend gets stoned and rapes me” out a window and no-one outside reacted.

Sofi: One guy reacted - he dropped the milk.

Jesse: And then they just went back to doing what they were doing.

(as The Lecturer's film finishes)

Josh: That was it! That was the whole movie!

Sofi: *gasps* It's the Floop guy!

Jesse: He's been in many many other things.

Sofi: It's the Floop guy ☺️

(on the dance break in Down At The Old Five And Dime)

Sofi: Yes! Mood lighting!

Emma: Why is [Miss Poppy] in a dress now?

Sofi: Because it's sexy now.

(as it cuts to people having sex in the reefer den)

Sofi: How did we get here?!

“Why don't you and J-J-Jimmy get better acquainted?”

Josh: P-p-pedophilia.

(on the intro music for The Orgy)

Josh: We are now in India!

Me: Oh he did paint it like a cow! There was a cut scene where Jimmy took the turtle at the start of the film home and painted it like a cow. And now you can see he's turned the shell into a bong.

Josh: Hah, tortle bong.

Josh: Does [Mary] realise that she's the only person in the church?

Emma: Where are her parents?

Sofi: This is peak acting.

Sofi: [Jimmy] looks like Marty McFly crossed with Ferris Bueller.

Josh: Is [Joan of Arc] gonna do a striptease?

Jesse: This film needs a drinking game.

Me: This is what I thought of when I saw that the cross on the stage lights up.

Sofi: Satan doing a spit-take made that scene.

Emma: Why's [Sally] always falling over?

Sofi: Because weed.

Sofi: How did (Mary Jane/Mary Lane) win an Emmy and Kristen Bell didn't?

Sofi: Stop singing to your cigarette!

“I believe in you Jimmy Harper! Even if you do have pudgy fingers.”

Sofi: Oh! Roasted!

Sofi: [Mary's] so cute!

Sofi: Is Mary gonna die? *Mary dies* Whoo!

Sofi: We should do this film for Year 12 English Lit.

Me: One of the Year 11 classes at my school did Jo Jo Rabbit, so this isn't far off. There's probably more you could talk about in this.

Josh: They just gonna leave [Mary] there?

Emma: Wait, why isn't [Jack] stoned?

Sofi: Drugs don't affect men. Just teenagers and wives.

(during the prison scene)

Jesse: Don't drop the soap!

*prisoner drops the soap for Jimmy*

Whole table: NO!

“I'm… fine. Perfectly in control.”

Sofi: Me too, bestie. Me too.

(as Ralph is skewered)

Sofi: Now, if he'd fallen the other way he could've done Olaf’s “I've been impaled”.

(on Mae's screaming)

Sofi: Calm down.

Me: She just saw three people be MURDERED!

(during The Stuff Reprise)

Sofi: Ayyy! Queen!

Josh: Hit him with the pointy end!

Sofi: No, she's dragging this out. This is for every time he hit her.

(as Mae applies lipstick while drenched in blood)

Josh: Flawless!

Sofi: Beautiful!

Final Thoughts

Sofi: That was phenomenal.

Josh: I don't really like musicals but that was pretty good. I liked the Jesus scene.

Jesse: That had the second best drop the soap scene.

Jesse (to Sofi): Can you imagine explaining the film we just watched to our mother?

Sofi: We learned about fear-mongering in the media and that the end will justify the means so it's fine.

Emma: We definitely didn't see any racial profiling. We definitely didn't see a black family run back into their house as a mob approached them.

Sofi: They just decided that wasn't something they really wanted to be a part of.

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