#my gods when the bong hits back

[foxxfaggotry]

my skirt 2 Day btw! just so u are aware!

but i am Not wearing this now ✨

rn im comfyyyyy 🏵️

it/its

#my gods when the bong hits back #me #meeee!! #my partner took this ohoto of me #unrecognized #wild

[mafiadad5]

blame it on the high

Genre- smut smut smut (mdni), roommates (again sry)

stoner!yangyang x fem!reader

Warnings- fingering, unprotected, praising and degrading, 18+, drug use

Word count- 1.7k

Summary- you finally give into your stoner roommates habit and decide to smoke with him, the high makes you different you…

note- I liked the writing style I tried so using that now xoxo, no proof read cause hehe, reposting ALL my ffs with this reading style too and master list coming soon loves🎀

You and Yang Yang have been roommates for about a year now.

You weren’t too sure if it was a good idea to get a roommate due to your trust issues, but luckily Yang Yang came around and you knew him for years before so it seemed perfect… you can’t lie it was perfect. He was clean, took up most of the chores, bought groceries for you both even though you insisted it was ok and you could go half— “I don’t mind, you’re the only person that lets me smoke Y/n.” He always stated, and smoke he always did.

He was a weed addict: blunts, edibles, bongs, carts, you name it, he did it. Whenever you got home from work, or class he was always laid up on the couch, smoking or sleep. He always asked if you wanted to join in, but that type of stuff was never of interest to you, so you always kindly rejected.

One night in particular when you got home from a hard shift it was the same scene, Yang Yang laid up on the couch, cart in hand as his head was thrown back on one of the pillows. He blew out a small puff of smoke before he looked up at you, his eyes fluttering.

“What’s up.” He smiled, looking at your tense body and upset face. “Hey.” You sat down your bag at the door, smiling slightly. “You ok?” He sat up on the couch, looking at you with forcefully endearing eyes.

“Just a long day at work.” You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside him earning bewildered eyes. You never sit on the couch when he smokes… like ever. You claim it always makes you light headed, but in all actuality it’s because he’s too fucking fine when he’s high— his hooded eyes, parted lips, and god that mind fucking smirk that paints his face turns you on more than you would like to admit. He looked down at the blunt at the table then back at you again.

“Have you tried before?” You shook your head: “No.”

Your glossy eyes making him lick his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face due to your innocence, making you just want him to tear you apart.

“Do you want to try?”

He looked at you grabbing a fresh blunt and lighter off the table, turning to look at you. You were reluctant, taking a deep breath while looking at him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to princess.” He laughed, setting the blunt in between his lips and lighting it, the flame leaving a small sparkle in his eyes. “No, I want to.” You blurted out, looking at him as he blew smoke out of his mouth.

He moved closer to you, looking you in the eyes as he tapped your cheek softly. “Open.” His voice was raspy and deep, his eyes nearly shut as he rose up the blunt to your lips. Your lips parted, his eyes looking at your mouth, sending butterflies down your stomach straight to your pussy.

You took a puff, coughing slightly as he laughed, tapping your back. “Woah, take it slow.” He smiled, sliding the blunt through your lips as you took a puff. “Hold it in for a little.” He looked at you, his lips parted slightly as his eyes shimmered looking at you in front of him. “Release, blow it in my face, I don’t mind.” You blew it out softly, the smoke hitting his face as he looked at you with lewd eyes.

“That was hot.” He smiled before laughing playfully, taking another puff blowing it out the side of his mouth. “You want more?” He handed you the blunt, raising his eyebrows. You gladly took it, inhaling slowly, your eyes glistening while you looked at him.

You both passed it back and forth, the mood becoming less tense as you two laughed and talked for hours, one blunt turned into two, then three.

“Can we try something?” You asked, causing him to look at you. “—I’ve seen it in like shows, and I wanna see if it’s like, as cool as it looks.” “Yea, for sure. What is it?” He questioned.

“Take a puff.”

He nodded, finishing up the third blunt, his lips perking into a smile as he tried not to laugh, holding in the smoke. You grabbed his face, pulling him towards you, your faces inches away. “Blow.” You opened your mouth, his eyes looking into yours as he released the smoke into your mouth. You looked down, blowing out the smoke. You looked back up at him with a smile, but wasn’t met with the same expression— his eyes bloomed with desire, his lips parted as before, but it was different.

You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat as you two sat in silence, looking at each other. Wanting to say something, you opened your mouth, but bit your lips as the words got choked up.

“I can’t do this.” He murmured out, turning away from you— “yes you can.” You replied boldly, causing him to turn around to look at you again.

“I know you want to.” You don’t know what has gotten into you, was it the high, the time of night, the way he looked at you that made you act so bold and needy?

“Fuck.” He sigh. There was a pause before he grabbed your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. His fingertips softly scratched at your neck, his lips devouring yours as he roughly kissed you.

He pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you, his hands not leaving your neck. He swiped your bottom lip for entrance, his tongue entering your mouth swiftly. He slid his fingers down your body slowly, taking no time to shove them into your pants and underwear, causing a shiver to go down your spine. He broke the kiss, looking at you in the eyes as he teased your dripping folds, circling your clit with his thumb.

“Yang Yang-” You moaned out, your eyes shutting as he inserted a finger.

“Don’t close your eyes, look at me.” He spoke lowly, his eyes twinkling as you opened your eyes again. He gave you another messy kiss, dragging his tongue down your chin making his way to your jawline, kissing softly.

“You’re already so wet.” He said into your jawline, moving down to your neck as he inserted a finger into your hole. You let out a loud moan, grabbing his hair, pushing him deeper into your neck. He went in and out of you, adding a finger while massaging your clit with his thumb quickly. You let out loud cries as he shamelessly fingered you while hungrily sucking and kissing your neck. He looked back up at you, your head thrown back and eyes rolled as you were about to reach your climax.

“Didn’t I tell you to look at me? I want to see you when you cum on my fingers.”

You complied, looking up at him, as his fingers harshly dug inside you. “I’m there.” You cried out. Your stomach tightened as you clenched around his fingers. Your legs started to shake as you let out a loud moan. A small smile appeared on his face as he removed his fingers, looking at you as he sucked them. “You taste so good.” His eyes were filled with lust and determination as he pulled down your pants, along with his, positioning his tip at your entrance.

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, letting out a groan as you sucked him in. “Fuck, so tight.” He moaned out, pushing further into you, moving in and out at a slow pace. “Faster.” You moaned out, a smile appearing on his face as he looked into your eyes, speeding up his pace. The room filled with noises of lust and moans as he went at an unimaginable pace.

“You take me so well.” He groaned out, putting his thumb into your mouth, dragging it down your lip. “Open your mouth.” He commanded, grabbing your cheeks and forcing your lips apart, spitting in your mouth. “You look so pretty when I’m fucking you.” His smile turning into a gasp as he looked down at his dick disappearing into you. You let out loud whimpers, throwing your head back from all the pleasure. He grabbed your hair, making you look back up at him.

“I bet you like it rough don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

He moaned out, pushing his everything into you, dragging his hands down your body, massaging circles around your already swollen clit. “I’m about to cum.” You cried out, your stomach getting tight.

“Do it baby, cum on my dick.” His deep groans soon turned into whimpers as his thrust started to get sloppier by the second. Your legs started shaking as you clenched around him, causing a loud grunt out of him as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Shit Y/n.” He cursed, resting his head on your shoulder as he came, his seed filling up your insides as you took a few deep breaths, your legs still shaking as he exited out of you. He laid beside you, grabbing his cart off the table taking a puff and blowing it out.

“You haven’t had enough?” You questioned, grabbing a blanket before laying your head into his chest. He smiled, throwing it back on the table, looking down at you. “Fine, I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No dont, I think it’s hot.” You smiled— “do you think you’re going to regret this when we wake up tomorrow?” He asked.

“I doubt I’m gonna even wake up tomorrow I smoked so much.” You giggled, your eyes fluttering shut as you licked your lips— “but if I do wake up, I won’t regret it and I hope you don’t either.”

He smiled, turning to you and kissing your forehead, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I don’t regret it, I’ll never regret it.”

You both ended up blacking out shortly after.

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[chvnnie]

high 3racha 👀

i—

i’m doing to three different sections instead of one big one? hehe

SMUT — MINORS DIN

“That’s it, baby.” Chan mumbles. His fingers are tangled in your hair, back pressed against sweaty chest. Buried to the brim, he moves his hips in slow, rough circles. Making sure that you feel every ridge of his cock. His other hand hooks around your body, a joint neatly sitting between his pointer and middle finger. “Open.”

You let your lips part, allowing him to place the end on them. Eyes fluttering shut as you inhale, warm smile rolling down your overheated body. The drag you take is long. Longer than it should be considering your position. Once you’ve had your fill, you wrap a hand around his wrist, moving him away.

The exhale feels like your first breath ever; long, deep, filling your lungs so deeply it makes your body tingle. Do you moan from the sensation, or your boyfriend’s cock? Everything is fuzzy — you feel too good to try to figure out why.

“Good girl.” His voice is deep and raspy, usual when he’s been smoking. Placing the joint back on his own lips, he shoves your head back down. Mattress creaking when your cheek hits it.

Your fingers grip on the sheets, the cool cotton making your toes curl. It’s nice, soothing. Whereas Chan had started to become rough again, only easing up for that fleeting moment to share the joint.

This is a first for you. Though your highs have crossed over many times, it hasn’t occurred to either of you to fuck during it. Too hungry, too anxious, too focused on whatever was distracting you from each other’s bodies.

When you got home, Chan was already high. Sitting at the desk in his office, bong in his lap as he clicked through a porn site. He didn’t hear you walk in the room, hazy gaze locked in on the pretty girl in the video.

You sneak up behind him, rubbing his shoulders as you lean over his chair. “What are you doing, Channie?” You whisper in his ear, giggling when he jumps a bit in surprised.

“Missed you.” The words are almost inaudible, soft and groggy. His attention torn between you and the screen. “I couldn’t—I needed. Fuck, baby, I’m so hard—“

You coo, walking to sit in his lap. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you firmly into his body. Even if he hadn’t had told you, it was more than obvious. Erection pressed against your ass, perfectly positioned for you to tease him a bit. Wiggling as you take the bong from him.

“Play the video.”

It was only a matter of time — how much is up for debate. Stumbling into your shared bedroom, shakily tearing at each other’s clothes. The only pause was for Chan to roll a questionable joint, desperate to combine the high of the weed and your body.

If anything, the high makes your boyfriend more attentive. Balancing himself with a hand on your hip while the other moves from your hair. Sliding down your body in search of your clit.

He’s rough, hips hitting your ass with such an intensity that you wouldn’t be surprised if you bruise.

“F-fuck, Chan.” Your cries are weak, laced with a mind numbing, life altering pleasure. Head rolling back, you glance over your shoulder.

Like a God, well defined and beautiful. Sweat sparkles off his skin, hair disheveled from your fingers. His eyes are shut, taking a long, heavy hit of the joint. Only when he exhaled does he look at you. Smiles lazily.

“My pretty baby.” It’s like a purr, perfectly in tune to fingers teasing your clit. “I love this perfect cunt.”

You whimper, rolling your hips to meet his. Eager, needy. So dizzy you think you’d fall over without him. “Feel ‘o good. So b-big—“

“You like it?” He chuckles when you cry out, the hard thrust hitting you in all the right ways. “It’s all for you, sweetheart.”

Chan stops, cock only midway in. You’re tempted to fuss, to beg him to continue on. What comes over you? What makes you move on your own, hips rolling back as you start to fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it.” He puts the nub of the joint out in the ashtray, hand coming in contact with your ass. The impact makes your knees buckle. “Show me how much your pretty pussy loves my cock.”

It’s all hazy. Dizzy. Cold, hot. Like a tornado erupting in your bedroom, helping you find a pace that brings the prettiest moans from your boyfriend. His fingers pinch your clit, rubbing in time with your hips.

Does he twitch first, or do you? It’s hard to tell.

“Make me cum, baby.” His voice is getting weaker, a deep whine as he rolls his head back.

Chan can’t help the way his body trembles as you start moving quicker, crying as your thighs begin to ache. He’s abusing your clit, pulling and rubbing with little care. Normally, it would be too much. Painful, even.

But now, it’s perfect. Clinching around him as he starts to fill you up without warning. Both experiencing an explosion of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

You’ll be damned if you don’t get it again.

///

There’s lipgloss on the pipe. When it meets Changbin’s lips, it’s stickier than he expects. Grape flavor, oddly complimenting the earth taste that fills his mouth as he breathes in. He takes it in deep, eyes fluttering shut. Body starting to tingle.

It’s removed from his lips, a pretty purple shimmer left as evidence. He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t exhale. Allowing his other senses to take the lead — hears the pipe hit the table, feels your cold fingers thread through his silver locks.

Tastes grape when you kiss him, softly parting his lips with your tongue.

He moans as the smoke is shared with you. It’s the way you tug on his hair, the warmth of your tongue on his. Nothing in the world will ever be as sweet as your kisses, yet they always feel better when he’s like this. Addictive, as if this is the source of his high.

“Binnie, Binnie.” You mumble when your lips part, tapping the tip of his lightly until he finally opens his eyes again. Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word for you; the purple bra you’re wearing is the perfect shade, panties so soft and sweet with a bow that matches. Fuck, Changbin wants your lips back. “I feel good.”

“Yeah?” He smiles at you, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. Another taste. “Me too, baby.”

Your legs are over his lap, tucked into his side on the tour bus couch. He gets chills as your hands run down his body, starting to trace the intricate designs sketched into his skin. The moment feels like it could last forever; dizzy, tangled. Nothing else outside the bus matters, everything important between the tiny metal walls.

A line is drawn across his chest tattoo, hooking under the golden chain he wears everyday. Thin, your initial attached to it. Charm between your fingers, you rub the cold metal until it’s warm.

“Don’t want you to go.” The confession is whisper by his ear, breath fanning on his neck.

“Me neither.” Changbin squeezes your bare thigh, watching the flesh mold around his fingers. “But I have a show to play. I’ll be back.”

You lift your head up, lips in a sweet pout. “Stay?”

“Baby, you know I can’t—“

He didn’t even notice that you had let go of his necklace, or that you grabbed the hand on your thigh. It wasn’t under he felt something soft and damp that he looked down — fingers laced together, pressing his palm firmly against your clothed core.

“Are you sure?”

Time has to go on. It can’t stay still in the tiny bus — but Changbin is fine wasting it when it comes to you. The tint windows have started to fog, hands pressed firmly against the glass. The rockstar hasn’t moved an inch, still seated on the couch, only with his head rolled back. And your knees caging him in.

Calloused hands grip onto you, kneading your ass as his tongue sloppily works your folds. His nose is pressed against your clit, nudging side to side to make you spill pretty moans.

“Bin.” You cry out, looking down to see his redden eyes on you. Not once has he looked away from you, watching your chest heave, the way your lips part in pleasure.

Is the weed making him dizzy? Or is it you?

Parting from your folds to breath, he smiles up at you. “What, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, unable to even attempt to answer his questions. The high mixed with the rough way he’s eating you out has rendered you unable to think, let alone speak.

“Aw, cute.” He spits on your cunt, delighted at the sound you make. “Do you like daddy’s tongue that much?”

“Yes.” It’s shaky, and broken, and all you can give.

“Then fucking ride it.”

Using the grip on your ass, he pulls you down. Forcing you to suffocate him, moving you up and down his face. Tongue flat, flicking occasionally to make you squirm.

One hand on the window, the other grabs his hair again. Using the hold for support, you find your own tempo. Rolling your hips quickly, almost roughly, you use Changbin’s tongue the way he commanded you to.

“Damn it.” You curse, tears thick in your voice. “Daddy, y-you feel nice—“

He nips at your clit, a little harder than he meant to. When your thighs squeeze his head, he laughs. “Yeah? Don’t fucking stop.”

It’s sloppy, wet. The sound filling the bus, if not spilling out of it. You try your best to listen, to keep going and chasing a high that only he can bring. Twitching, crying, making his cock swell when you paint his face.

You let it end. Try to move. But he’s not budging. The weed has made him hungry, and he’s not stopping until he gets his fill.

///

The smoke looks pretty. Head roll back against the couch, Jisung watches the cloud float up, up, up. It twirls, morphing into different shapes. Before it reaches the ceiling — poof. All gone. Popped like a bubble, as if it was never there.

Hm. A lazy smile spreads across his face, eyelids fluttering until the eventually shut. What’s it like to be a cloud? He thinks it would feel…soft. Lighter than air, sometimes separating but always coming back together. Like a big piece of cotton candy. Sweet, soft, fluffy.

It feels like fingers tapping lightly under his chin. Raindrops, perhaps? The cloud moves with his head, looking down at his lap.

You. Bright eyed, hints of red dotting the whites. When he looks at you, the room is filled with giggles. Bouncy, the air that keeps him afloat.

“What?” He asks, voice low and steady. Softly, he runs his fingers through your hair. Needing to touch you, needing to feel weightless.

“Just admiring.” God, he knows he’s so fucking stoned, but your voice. Oh, it makes his chest ache wonderfully. A beautiful, lovely sound that keeps his heart beating. “You’re pretty, Sung.”

Heat creeps up his cheeks, turning them a deep rosy red. It feels silly, how shy you still make him. Nerves cause tiny rifts in the cloud, scrambling to pull himself back together so he doesn’t embarrass himself.

“Nah.” Is all he can manage, spinning too quickly to say much more.

You sit up, sitting where your head was just laying. Arms around his shoulders, scooting closer. Hips on top of hips, chests inches apart. The smile you wear he thinks is precious; it compliments you, like the oversized hoodie of his you’re tucked into.

“Don’t be silly.” You rub the tip of your nose against his, giggling when he does. His hands slip under the hoodie, resting on your waist. The lace of your panties makes his toes curl. “You’re the prettiest. Like. So pretty.”

God, he’s so in love with you. Needing you like the cloud needs the sky to keep itself alive.

“Kiss?” He whispers, not wanting the words to be heard by anyone else, as if you’re not all alone.

“How about a bunch?”

It’s sloppy, but neither of you mind it much. Time freezes in the sky; there’s no need to rush. All of it belongs to you two. Plenty of time to take it slow, to take in each other thoroughly. You taste like the sugary candy you shared earlier. It tastes so much better on your tongue.

When Jisung is with you, he feels whole. The lonely pieces of his soul suddenly filled. Patching him together, completing him beautifully.

His hands move up your body, feeling every inch of your warm skin. Always a bit handsy, it’s even more intense when he’s high like this. He can’t get enough of you, needing to feel all of you.

When his fingers brush the underside of your breasts, you whimper a little. Wiggling on his lap, perfectly sitting your barely clothed core on his growing erection. The panties you’re wearing are thin, the texture of his boxers felt through them. And oh, is it so so nice.

Your hips start to roll. Slow like the kisses, your press your cunt against him, moaning into his mouth. The pressure is just right, the rough sensation of lace and cotton scratching every inch you could ever have.

“Baby.” Jisung moans in your mouth, gripping onto your hips again. The hold is tighter, nails puncturing your skin. “Baby, baby, baby—“

“‘S good?” You part from his lips. Swollen, shiny with his spit and your own. Fuck, he needs them again.

Nodding, he uses his grip to push you down a little harder. Making it better for the both of you as his hips begin to roll like yours. Meeting in the middle, grinding against each other.

“So good.” It’s almost like at out of body experience. The high making him fuzzy, your cunt wetting his boxers so much that they stick to his cock. His pretty lips pout out, moaning deeply as he watches your bodies move to a tempo only the two of you can hear.

What is it about you that drives him so insane? Why can he never, ever get enough of you, no matter how much you fill him? The high would never be this good if you weren’t sharing it with him.

You yelp softly, thighs twitching around his body. Jisung looks back at you, brows furrowed just a bit.

“Baby?” He’s whining. He can’t help it. “It’s okay?”

Instead of answering, you kiss him again. Harder than before, clinging to him so fiercely as if he’ll float away. The fuzzy feeling in his stomach is getting out of control, cock throbbing and twitching, and—and—

“Jisung.” You’re nipping at his lip, small tears rolling down your cheeks. “You feel ‘o nice. Want t-to cum on you—“

“Fuck, please, baby?” Beg. Beg, beg, beg. When it comes to you, he’ll do and say anything. Not worthy enough in any way, praying you’ll give him a chance.

And every time—

The strength behind your orgasm takes your breath away. It’s drenching him, covering not only his boxers but the hem of his old t-shirt. Never have you ever squirted so much, so hard. Just for him.

It’s enough to bring him with you, not even a second after. Moaning loud enough to echo, floating higher and higher as he cries your name.

—you’re more than gracious.

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[misserabella]

eugene’s secret

ellie williams x f! reader

summary; basically the scene in tlou II where ellie comes across eugene’s stash but with changes and additions!

cw; weed, smoking, cursing, tension, sexual thoughts and action, 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, kissing, making out, the knee thing, thigh riding, teasing, dom! ellie and sub! reader, ellie being a little mean, praising, hickeys, nipple play, overstimulation, finger fucking, scissoring, getting caught!!…

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

“What’s he got down here?” you said as you close the door behind your back, stairs to your right.

“It’s obviously a sex den.” Ellie joked, and you playfully pushed her with your shoulder. She smiled as he gave you an amused look. “That’s why he didn’t tell you about it.” you two started to go down the stairs, her auburn hair swaying with her steps. She looked exceptionally pretty today, with her hair on a low bun and her green jacket.

“I hope it’s a sex den, for his sake. He was so lonely man…” you laughed, and she shook her head.

When you reach the basement, you two found the double doors to your right and slowly opened them up, the strong smell of the plants residing down there hitting you on the nose.

“Oh… oh my god… It’s weed.” Ellis said, shocked as you two entered the room, illuminated by lightbulbs.

“It’s a lot of dead weed.” you nod, looking around. “This explains a lot…” you mutter, watching her take a piece of the weed in between her hands.

“Maria would lose her shit if she saw this place.” Ellie said, smelling the weed.

“How the fuck did he get this together?” you were astonished by the amount of them that stood on tables under the growing lights.

“Must’ve taken him forever.” your friend muttered as she let the weed fall to the floor, her hands now feeling sticky.

“I wish he had told me about this, man. It’s been ages since I’ve smoked. Could’ve helped him out…” you whined, following her.

“Hey!” Ellie called out for you and you looked at her, seeing the videotape she was holding on her hand. “He’s got that videotape thing.”

“Huh. Let’s see what he’s got.” you scoffed, bending just the slightest to get a hold on the rest. “ ‘Dong of the Wolf’, ‘Smash Brandi’s Cooch’…” you read their titles and Ellie frowneds.

“Are these…”

“It’s porn.” you confirmed and she laughed.

“Interesting taste, Eugene…”

You two moved on until something caught her attention.

“y/n. Look. It’s a gas mask bong.” she said while walking towards you for you to see.

You sigh. “God, he was so smart…” you whine and take it from her hands, putting it on. “How do I look, huh?” you inquired her with a silly smile that she couldn’t see as you posed for her.

“Well… It certainly is a look.” she shrugged and you frowned, taking it off and putting it back where she had found it.

“Rude…”

“Oh, shut up. You love it.” she said as she walked away, unable to see just how hard you rolled your eyes behind her back. “Ah…” she mumbled as she took a glass jar from the tables.

“Oh…” you came closer, eyes in the jar. “There you go.” you smiled, taking it and inspecting it. “Jackpot.”

“You think it’s still good?” Ellie questions, and you shrug.

“Mmm-mm. Let’s find out.” you said as you tried opening it. You groaned when it wouldn’t, bending over yourself to push the lid harder.

“You having a hard time?” she inquired you as she unbuttoned her jacket, after having left her backpack on the floor. She seemed amused by your struggling.

“No, I got it.” you promised, but the lid wouldn’t fucking budge. “Fuck.” you said and her hands were ready to take it.

“Give me.”

“Oh yeah, like you’re going to get it.” you rolled your eyes just as she rolled up her sleeves. And then, with a quick and harsh motion of her wrist, the lid popped open. “You bitch.” you said, shocked and at the same time hurt. Your pride was hurt.

“You were saying…?” she cockily asks and you push her on the chest, trying to ignore just how good her hands were looking and how their veins were visible. Shit.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you huffed, taking one of the perfectly rolled blunts in between your fingers and smelling it. She put the jar back on the table. You smelled it, smiling. “Smells good.” you handed it to her so she could do the same, but instead, she looked at you and slowly pulled it up to her plush lips, taking it on her mouth.

You stared as she sat down on the couch. “I mean… We’re gonna be stuck her a while, right?” she shrugged and you squinted your eyes with a little smile. Oh you knew where this was going…

You shook your head, amused, and sat down beside her, your back against the side of the sofa, legs to your chest. “Totally trapped…” You looked at her as she lit it and took a drag, closing her eyes when her throat burned. Her side profile was beautiful, with her perfect nose and long eyelashes, reddish cheeks decorated with freckles…

You wanted nothing more than inhale back in the smoke she was letting out her lungs.

You accepted the blunt when she offered it to you, taking a hit and smiling as you threw your head backwards. “Shit. That’s good.” she let out a chuckled watching you, leaning backwards against the sofa with her legs spread, perfectly exposing her firm thighs. Oh what you’d do to be able to sit on them…

You two shared the joint in between a little chatting, taking in the peace of the place and just how comfortable you were around each other despite last night’s events.

You were high out of your mind when she talked once again. “Can I ask you a question?”

“I don’t know, can you?” you eyes, reddish and half-lidded squinted at her, an amused smile decorating your face.

She shook her head with the same smile before going back to you and moving to face you just the slightest. “Scale of one to ten…” she started and you offered her the blunt. “One being like absolute trash, and ten being life-altering… How would you rate our kiss last night?” she inquired, now fully facing you and taking a hit.

You felt warmth crept up your cheeks, your heart pounding faster inside your chest. You scratched nervously your neck. “Why are we still talking about this?” you asked, taking the blunt and taking a drag. “You said it was a mistake.”

“Did I say that?” Ellie frowned, looking at you, raising her eyebrows, not truly believing it.

You leaned in, looking at her with those beautiful eyes of yours, your legs now one against the other and bended to look at her. “What are you doing?”

“I asked you to rate our kiss.” she repeated while stealing the blunt, her eyes flickering just the slightest to your lips.

“I don’t know…” you shrugged, looking at your lap and away from her green eyes.

“I’d give it a six.” she said after having thought it through.

“A six?!” you inquire, astonished, taking the blunt and smoking a little bit more. “Wow…” you nodded as you exhaled the smoke.

“Like a solid six.” she continued.

“Okay.” Ouch.

“There were a lot of people around.” she clarifies and you look at her.

“Yeah, but, six?”

“Oh, what?” she takes the blunt. “I mean, now I really want to know how you’d rate it.” she said and you looked away.

“I don’t think you do.” you mumbled, and once you looked back and found her smirking. Cocky. “You’re infuriating.” you groaned.

“Have you met you?” she contra-attacked, sarcastic. She was getting closer.

“You make me want to go back outside into that blizzard.” you said, and she smiled, leaning so close you almost lost your breath, her eyes on yours.

“No one is stopping you.” she whispered, and that made you look at her lips. They looked so fucking soft. And for what you knew, they felt just as they looked. She smiled, looking at your dazed face and down at your lips, dampening her own and watching you bit your lower one.

“This better be better than a six.” you whispered and she smiled, flicking and throwing away the remains of the blunt to harshly grab your face and bring you towards her lips. You let out a gasp at the contact, at the intensity. She was kissing you so passionately you felt like melting in between her arms.

She bit down on your lip and you let out a moan that allowed her to push her tongue inside your mouth, humming. Your tongue met hers and after a few seconds she pulled away to look at your eyes before leaning back in once again. You smiled against her lips, her hands leaving your face to grab at your hips and push you back onto the sofa, climbing on top of you. The kiss was heated, not like last night’s. Was needy, was perfect.

Your fingers found her hair and pulled, making her moan in your mouth. She breathed against your lips with her eyes closed as she pulled back and you smiled, raising your eyebrows when her reddish eyes found yours. “Better than a six, huh?” you cockily inquired her and she groaned.

“Shut up.” and she really made you shut up, ‘cause her lips were back on yours. She sucked on your bottom lip, making you whine, before starting to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking on your skin and making you tug harder on her hair.

“Ah, shit, Ellie. It hurts.” you said as she latched to your neck, biting and licking the marks she’d leave behind to help with the sting. But you really weren’t paying attention to the pain, since now her hands were unzipping your jacket.

“It hurts, baby?” she sarcastically pouted, before you could come back with a smart answer, her leg pushing in between your thighs and against your cunt.

“Fuck.” you moaned when she bucked your hips against her thigh, making you ride it, your jeans pressing against your clit from above your underwear.

“That’s it. Ride my thigh, baby.” she smirked against your chest when you started to press yourself against her harder. You helped her rip off your shirt, leaving you naked from your waist up. “Fuck. No bra?” she inquired, and you moaned when one of her hands grasped your right tit. “You’re so fucking pretty…” she muttered against your skin before her lips latched to your left breast, sucking on your nipple, her index and thumb pinched the other, overstimulating you and making you whine.

“Ellie…” you sighed her name, taking the hand that was on your waist and pulling from it to push it against and between your thighs. “Please, touch me, please…”

“Shit.” she cursed, quickly getting rid of the button of your jeans and throwing them aside after having dragged them down your legs, leaving you solely on your underwear for her to see. “So fucking beautiful…” she whispered, taking off her own shirt and bra before pulling herself closer and on top of you one more time. You moaned when her fingers pushed against your panties, playing with your clit over them. You were so sensitive due to the weed that you felt like crying.

She kissed you as her hand pushed your underwear to the side, letting your glistening cunt made contact with the cold air of the basement. “Oh god…” your head got thrown backwards when she finally touched you, her fingertips glistening with your arousal and sliding so easily in between your lips.

“ ‘S that for me?” she inquired, her head dizzy with the feeling of just how wet you were for her, how pretty you looked under her body, with her fingers on your cunt.

You nodded, whimpering when her middle finger started to circle your clit, electricity cursing through your veins.

“Use your words for me, pretty girl. I want to hear you.” she said, kissing your neck, and you moaned when she plugged her middle finger inside, your walls tightening around it and sucking it in.

“Yes, yes, Ellie. ‘S for you, only for you.” you breathed out, feeling as she started to fuck it in and out of you, the dirty sounds your pussy was making while taking her finger filling the room and making your cheeks burn.

“Atta girl, taking it so good. Listen to her, she’s so wet and ready for me…” she sucked on your nipples and you threaded your fingers on her hair, arching your back when she curled her finger and found that spongy spot inside of you that made your skin burn and your thighs shook. “There it is.” she smiled, curling it again, and again, and again… Until you were a moaning mess underneath her. You were so lost on the pleasure, so needy for her…

“Please Ellie, please, fuck, fuck me, fuck me please…” you begged.

“Such a good girl, asking for it so nicely… You want me to fuck you baby? Leave you all pretty and fucked out?” you nod, and she chuckles when you start to undo her jeans. “Needy, are we?” she teased and you whined.

“Please, Ellie…” she gave in, ‘cause truth be told, she needed you just as badly as you needed her. She got rid of your and her underwear, kneeling in front of you. She was perfect. Perfect with everything he would had on, and off.

She straddled one of your thighs so her glistening cunt would be pressed against yours. You two let out a moan at the contact.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ellie…” you cried out as she started to move, your clits pressing against the other and making you whimper.

“Shit, you feel so good…” she moaned, taking your hips to grind against you harder, your juices mixing with each other’s as your pussies slides one against the other.

“Please don’t stop.” you begged, kissing her, grasping at her back and clawing at her skin, already over the edge due to her previous toying and teasing.

“I won’t, baby, I won’t. Are you close, hm? Are you gonna come for me?” you nodded, a whimper leaving your lips.

“Yes, yes, fuck.” tears were brimming your eyes, the pleasure was too strong. Her hands felt like pure fire against your skin.

“That’s it, good girl. Cum for me, baby. Wanna see you fall apart.” and with that your back arched, your walls clenching down on nothing and pulsing as you gushed against her cunt and moaned over and over again, each time louder as you reached your peak. “Fuck.” she muttered, watching as you came undone, fucking you and herself through it until she too was falling over the edge and on top of you, moaning and groaning against your neck.

The two of you were breathing heavily, bodies sticky with sweat and glued together. You could feel her quickened heartbeat. She left soft fluttery kisses against your neck and up your cheek towards your lips, where she left a sweet peck.

“Then… Better than a six?” you inquired her and she hit you on the shoulder, making you laugh and making her follow you.

“You’re so stupid.” she shook her head, and you kissed her.

“Oh, shut up, you love it.” you whispered against her lips before she’d lean in and kiss you again. Hands on your hips, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. And just as her tongue entered your mouth, you heard someone screaming your names.

“Ellie? y/n?! Are you two down there?” you pulled apart and looked at each other with eyes widened and faces that clearly said: fuck, Jesse.

You two quickly got up, staggering to get your clothes aback on. You pulled on your underwear and pants, reaching for your shirt as you screamed back.

“Yeah! We’re here! But… Don’t come down! Stay there!”

“Oh fuck.” Ellie said as she fought to put on her sports bra. And if you weren’t about to get caught post-sex, you would have stopped to stare at her smushed tits.

“What the hell are you two doing down… Oh my god!” Jesse screamed and looked away when he caught a glimpse of your naked back and Ellie’s naked legs.

“Fuck, Jesse!” you screamed at him.

“I’m sorry, shit. I didn’t know you two… Fuck.”

“Just shut up, and turn around, oh my god!” he did what you asked so you two could finish dressing up, although Ellie was having a little too much fun kissing your neck instead of helping you put your shirt on.

-

a/n; fun fact, i dreamed about ellie after smoking last night and now i can’t get her out of my head.😭

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x f! reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams tlou #tlou smut #tlou #ellie tlou #tlou fluff #tlou2 #tlou fic #tlou imagine #tlou hbo #tlou show #tlou fanfiction

[konigsblog]

older!pervy!könig with his controversial young girlfriend!?

smut, weed use, *legal* age gap, dacryphilia... 18+

older!pervy!könig who adores how nïave his girlfriend is. all inexperienced beneath him, grinding your hips against his clothed bulge for any type of friction. he loves to tease you; getting you all slick and wet, begging for his cum and lengthy cock, refusing and eating you out agonizingly slowly!!

no matter how much you plead and cry, bucking into his mouth as you rub your needy clit against his tongue, he won't fuck you. tongue pressed flat and covering your entire sex before dragging a stripe up to your nub, sensitive and raw. perhaps, he'll flick and suck on it, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks as he continues to chuckle and lick your desperate hole.

older!pervy!könig who'd be obsessed with the idea of taking your viriginity. it feels like taboo from the glares he's given; the age gap between you two frowned apon, while his large calloused hand rides up your skimpy, summer dress, poking his thumb into your panties and teasing your greedy slit, your gasps and squeals going straight to his hard dick.

older!pervy!könig who grinds your hips down onto him. he's obsessed with dry humping, and grinding your wet cunt down onto his boxers, only covered by thin material. he definitely wears those loose boxers at nighttime so you can suck him off before bed, taking his length as far as you can go, or waking up and giving him a sloppy blowjob in the morning with your pretty eyes staring up at him, his hand encouraging you to go deeper.

older!pervy!könig who giggles when you cum from a blowjob. being so turned on at the fact that you're pleasuring him and soaking your panties with your sweet liquids, whimpering and nuzzling into his musky balls as he degrades and humilates you. his grip on your jaw forcing you to look up at him, cumming all over your face and getting it into your eye.

older!pervy!könig who can't get enough of high sex. sloppy thrusts between your plush thighs, veins dragging up against your slit as you gasp and mewl, attempting to grind yourself down onto him to no avail, his grip on your hips like iron. “patience, schatzchen.. god, so needy.. -fuck-.. you're so wet, my dear...” his eyelids heavy from the weed, taking hits from his massive glass bong that's huge in your smaller hands, whimpering as you giggle and grasp at his broad shoulders.

he adores that fucked-out, needy look on your gorgeous face. he might just smack it, slap your cheek till you're crying and humping against him, so horny and overwhelmed from the drugs as he takes a drag from his joint, a cruel smirk stained on his face as he guides your hips back and forth, feeling your cunny rub against him.

older!pervy!könig fucks your thighs whenever he can. doing the dishes? his stiff size is pressed between your soft thighs. you can hear him breathing heavily in your ear, occasionally grunting when his tip curves up to your clit with a single thrust, growling harsh pet names in your ear that make you all sloppy and wet. he covers your pussy in thick and potent seed, refusing to fuck you until you're on your elbows and knees, spreading your pussy open and wriggling your hips for attention, tears flowing down your face as he kisses each stray tear, fucking you ruthlessly while you sob and scream his name.

#older boyfriend könig thots :( #fem! reader #orla speaks #konig x you #konig x reader #konig #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig #könig mw2 #cod könig

[dabiflavoredjuulpod]

Smoking ft. Haikyuu boys !!

( an: just who I think is a smoker and how I think they smoke tbh. had this idea after seeing the new haikyuu magazine cover and laughing because kenma looks stoned. so here are some of my personal opinions then little high bf stories, enjoy lol ! am definitely going to make a part two so let me know who you wanna see! )

! warnings ! drug use (weed), slightly suggestive content ?? slightly ??

Rintaro Suna (sorry he just had to be here)

-Personally I feel like he rolls, he’ll maybe hit a bong every once in a while but let this man have a stressful day and the first thing he’s thinking about is the J he’s about to pack once he gets home. Plus, that was the way he learned and he thinks it’s the easiest so, he’s a person of habit, if you will.

-The first time he got high was with Atsumu, and that didn’t go so well for him so Suna sorta had to babysit, but the second time was with Osamu and that was pretty chill. He really only gets calm and hungry honestly, he’ll rarely act like a hooligan when high, that being said it does still happen on certain occasions, and god help anyone who’s around him during those times because he will not be able to get a sentence out without cracking up.

-He definitely thinks it’s hot if his s/o smokes with him, definitely tries to start something every time.

“Rin I’m home,” You announced upon entering your shared apartment, only to be hit by the smell moments later, laughing to yourself as you slid off your shoes and began making your way to the bedroom, where you knew he’d be, “Rin.”

His glassy red eyes met yours as you leaned against the doorway, small smile on your face.

“Sorry angel, didn’t hear you come in,” He said, reaching for his phone to turn down the volume of his music before resuming back on the task at hand. His rolling tray was set perfectly in his lap, and along the bed next to him laid blunt wraps, his mason jar, and grinder, “How was work?”

You shuffled towards the bed, allowing yourself to comfortably sit crisscross in front of him, watching as he carefully rolled, you would guess, his second blunt of the night, “Stressful, you?”

He chuckled, eyes glancing up at you again as he spoke, “Yeah, fuckin’ sucked, coach was pissin’ me off.”

“What happened this time?” You asked as he searched through the duvet for the lighter, finally finding it with a sigh.

“Same bullshit that always happens, just,” He placed the blunt in his mouth, striking it before taking a hit, “His temper and shit.”

“What he yell at you again?” You teased, referring back to an older incident where the coach did in fact yell at your boyfriend, to which he had zero reaction to, causing the coach to never do it again, Rinataro liked to think it was out of embarrassment.

“Smartass,” He said, removing the blunt from his lips and holding it out towards you, “Want it?”

You nodded, taking it from between his two fingers gratefully, “What about you, what happened at work?”

“Y’know, just costumers being assholes like usual.” You chuckled, blowing the smoke out of your mouth before passing it back to your boyfriend, not failing to notice the way his eyes scanned over your features, “What?”

He shook his head, placing the blunt back in between his lips, “Nothin’” He smirked, inhaling the smoke as his phone buzzed next to his thigh.

He glanced down, muttering out a curse before rising to his feet, “Who was that?” You asked.

“Ordered food, the guys pulling up right now,” He said, placing the blunt in between your lips yet again before you had time to say anything else, “Got you something too.”

Atsumu Miya

-Ok so honestly I feel like he doesn’t smoke a lot, like when he’s high, he’s high. He’s kinda a lightweight so it doesn’t take a lot for him to get fucked up. Like, he doesn’t have his own weed, so whenever he smokes he smokes with someone else (Suna), but unlike him, Atsumu likes the bongs, not for any specific reason though except for the fact that he thinks it’s cool to be honest.

-Has definitely greened out before and said that he would never smoke again after each time (he smoked again).

-When he’s high he gets really giggly, every little thing makes him laugh, it’s honestly really entertaining to be around, and my god this boy can eat. He’s cooking, ordering, baking, it doesn’t matter. Any sorta food he can get his hands on, he’s eating it. I also feel like he gets really clingy towards his s/o while smoking, like the type to look at you like a lost puppy when you tell him he can’t come into the bathroom with you while you pee type shit.

“Bro please,” Suna chuckled, practically begging your boyfriend to pull himself together as the three of you stood in line at the taco bell he had convinced you to go to, “They’re gonna know we’re high.”

“Like they can’t tell that already bro,” Atsumu wheezed, clenching his stomach, “Look at your eyes.”

Suna sighed, looking back at you who stood behind the two, trying to keep your composure the best you could, “They’re not that bad, are they bad?”

One look at his eyes and you were right there with Atsumu, practically crying at the scene.

Yeah it was pretty obvious,

Sure his eyes were red, but at the end of the day it was your boyfriend, and now you who gave it away.

“Babe, babe,” Atsumu said, grounding himself as he swallowed his laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “A-are they bad?”

“Are you mocking him or asking me a genuine question right now Tsumu I can’t tell?” You asked, voice quivering due to his  ridiculous expression.

“I don’t know..” He began, dam breaking as he fell back into his same fit of laughter not even two seconds later.

“Alright next.” The employee said, pulling you out of your head as Suna led the two of you up to the counter.

He placed his order first before looking back at Atsumu, ghost of a smile on his face, “What do you want?”

“Ooo lemme get the chalupa supreme, yeah that sounds good,” Atsumu said, biting his lip thoughtfully before directing his attention towards you, “What do you want babe?”

“That Chalupa supreme does kinda sound fire…” You chuckled, looking over the menu, “Oh and a quesadilla please.”

Suna nodded, “Go sit down i’ll bring the food.”

You and Atsumu hummed simultaneously, grabbing each others hands and heading to one of the empty tables in the corner, “Why do I feel like he put us in timeout?” He joked, pulling you in closer next to him and throwing an arm around you.

“Because he did.” You laughed, eyes glancing up at him.

It was silent for a moment, but just a moment, as the two of you looked at each other, “You’re so pretty.” He said simply, big cheesy grin on his face.

It was probably the best way he could’ve broken the silence, you thought, as his lips pressed into yours.

Kenma Kozume

-I feel like he has a love hate relationship with weed. Like, it calms him down for sure, and gets him out of his bubble, but at the same time if he smokes too much I feel like he would have a panic attack because he can’t think clearly. He likes the feeling of being high to an extent, but once he’s done with it he’s done with it, typa person who only wants to be high for like an hour or two and if it lasts longer than that he’s pissed off and upset lol.

-definitely has a bong. I can’t see him smoking with anything else. will often smoke before a stream, especially if he knows he’s gonna be live for a while, thinks no one can tell (all his fans know and make edits of his little moments). His eyes don’t get red, but my god they get glassy. Like kenma, were you crying or something damn?

-honestly doesn’t care if his s/o smokes or not, if you do cool, if you don’t also cool. Now, if you say you wanna smoke with him, will he think you hitting his bong is hot? absolutely.

“What?” You asked, blowing the smoke out of your mouth with a laugh, looking up at him from your position on the end of the bed.

He shrugged, directing his attention back towards his monitor, eyes scanning over his fans tweets, “They’re all asking us to stream together again.”

You chuckled, passing him the bong, “Today?” He nodded, “I can’t after doing that Ken, they’re gonna know.”

He set the fancy glass back on his desk, small smile on his face, “No they won’t.”

“They will.” You replied, eyes meeting his.

He grabbed his headset, letting silence fall between you two as he did so. Pushing his hair back he placed it over his ears, “So you’re not gonna play?”

He already knew the answer before even asking, his assumption confirmed once you sighed, coming to a stand, “Let me go get my headset, but we’re not playing Cod again!”

“Mhm” He hummed, watching you walk out of the room.

“I’m serious Ken, you get so ragey!”

He chuckled, “Ok babe.”

Safe to say all of the fans knew the minute his camera turned on, equally so once you two couldn’t stop laughing at the minecraft wondering trader. The “30 minutes of Y/n and Kodzuken being gone” compilations were everywhere the next day.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #kenma x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyu high headconnons #kozume kenma #atsumu miya #suna rinatro

[booppooo]

what’s going on here? pt.1

*warnings: not a whole lot tbh, friends to lovers, kissing, pining, w33d, lemme know if I missed any

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“Ugh, it tastes like hot garbage.” Ellie stuck her tongue out, a few auburn strands loosening from her tiny pony tail. She passed the joint to me.

Several sets of eyes locked onto me. I held the joint between my fingers, trying to distract myself from the curiosity piquing in Jesse and Dina. I flashed my eyes at Ellie one last time, catching her still making a sour face and sticking her tongue out like a disgusted cat. My heart made the tiniest of leaps. My trembling fingers place the end of it between my lips and inhale deeply. In hindsight it was too strong of a drag - especially for my first one - since i coughed out all the smoke foolishly. My chest ached, my throat burned, and my mouth was annoyingly dry. I turned away from my friends to hide my watery eyes, sticking my arm out behind me to hand the joint to whomever was next.

“See - tastes awful!” Ellie pointed out.

“Okay but, is it really supposed to taste good?” Dina tried to rationalize, “Every time I heard Eugene talk about it, he says, ‘Oh - this tastes good.’”

“Eugene is also half off his rocker.” Jesse quips, taking his turn at a puff. He coughs hard like me.

Half nauseous from coughing so hard, I return to my friends and recline further into the ski lodge seating, “God, we look like a bunch of amateurs.”

Dina groans, “This is our first time smoking weed.” It’s obvious she’s fed up with the collective group complaining.

I look to my right to see a dip in the red cushion. Next I hear clinking and a familiar freckled face returning with an intricate bottle and some small glasses. She sets out the glasses and adds just a splash of the amber drink, sloppily getting some on the table. “We’re not even going to get high anyway…”

“Jesus Ellie..” Jesse mumbles, still reaching for his glass, “How did you get this?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” We all raise our glasses and choke down the whiskey.

Within the next handful of minutes, there’s a record playing and every object my eyes came across had a mild swirl to them. Ellie’s arm was draped over my shoulders and holding me close as we chanted along to the song we somehow still know (muscle memory?), my hand lazily on her frail hip. With hot cheeks and ears my night continued on with my closest friends, singing songs and slurring empty sentences. Delightfully, this wouldn’t be the last.

-

“That doesn’t taste too bad.” Ellie mentions, her chest puffed up from holding the smoke in her lungs, then letting it slowly slip out through her pursed lips. Internally I laugh - I can’t help but feel seventeen every time we smoke together and she mentions the quality of the weed to some degree. I wonder if she will ever think it tastes like ‘hot garbage’ again. The bong is in my palms now. Music is already playing and Dina is shuffling cards.

I’ve never been able to shake the habit of coughing from my first hit, but I’ve been able to control it so I don’t sound like a lung and a half are coming up on my shirt. Just like routine, next is Jesse. Dina is now caressing the small of his back, watching as he takes a rip and continuing to pass it along. My eyes find Ellie, as per usual.

Emerald is already studying my figure. Her ankle is crossed over her knee, cards fumbling in her bony fingers. She’s worn her hair down today, some of it curled around her ear and brushing the collar of her graphic band tee. When our widening pupils lock, she wets her lips - on cue like this simple gesture triggers a Pavlov response. My knee begins to bounce and brush against her leg…yet, she shuffles closer.

Only to grab the bong from Dina of course. I had to remind myself my imagination likes to get extravagant anytime weed is involved. The entire time she takes her rip, I watch with intention. Is there a warmth crawling up my neck? “Here-“ her voice pulls me from the clouds.

I turn to face her, taking the bong from her grasp, “Let me pull for you,” she offers. To anyone else this seems sweet, but I know the mischievous curl at the corner of her dopey lips.

“Yeah - so I can take the biggest bong rip in the world and die?”

“You’re so smart.”

My sarcastic chuckle comes across more nervous, but I oblige nonetheless. As the flame from the lighter reaches the weed and creates orange embers, I begin to inhale softly. There’s a milkiness forming below my lips, and at this point I’d wrap it all up, but Ellie is teasing when she’s going to pull out the piece. I furrow my brows at her seeing as that is all the further I can communicate with her, and she gives in with an anticipatory laugh. Most of the smoke disappears into my lungs, and I feel it sting instantaneously.

“Shotgun shotgun!” Dina chants.

I already had a mild high buzzing my body, but Ellie’s beyond friendly proximity with her half lidded eyes and parted lips basically on top of mine sobered me up quick. Leaning in just a few more scandalous inches, I blew some smoke into her lips before having to quickly turn and hack up the rest of it. If I wasn’t having a flashback to my first time smoking - I was certainly now. The only new element was the high. It hit me hard and fast, I was forced back into Ellie’s futon, my head falling against her shoulder by chance.

“Hey, you okay?” Her red rimmed eyes observing me with concern.

“More than…” I grinned uncontrollably, “Just a little light headed from coughing.” I tried to quickly cover my tracks, straightening my spine.

With that we (tried) to begin a game of rummy, my mind in six different places and mostly unconcerned with winning or losing. Most of my attention couldn’t be pulled away from Ellie’s palm conveniently falling to my bouncing leg every time her turn was up. I was already fried, but her mindless - and surely friendly - gesture seared what was left of my braincells. To keep me slightly presentable, I tried to focus on the music humming somewhere in the room. Ellie’s music of course. It only took two rounds for the group to collectively call it quits and just chat. A sense of relief gripped me, but on the next beat was released when I noticed Ellie’s gaze fixating on me. Was I greening out or was she watching my lips?

“Oooh…” Jesse hummed, beginning a thought, “I have jerky back at my place, I think I’m gonna grab it - I’ll be back.” Like clockwork, Dina was hopping up and slipping out the door with him.

“Be right back!” She cheered, securing the latch behind her.

My head lulled back to the girl seated beside me, my eyes just open enough to drag over her features and notice the allure that they carried. The squeeze on my thigh made me bite back my gasp, bottom lip pinched between my teeth.

I hesitated to speak, “Hey man…” was there even a starting point with the conversation I wanted to have? Was there even a conversation?

“Okay listen, I just want to throw something out there, and if you’re not interested you just let me know.” She blinked slowly, letting me know I wasn’t the only one embarrassingly high, “I think we should fuck.”

I choked, back tightening and eyes bulging from my skull. My body began to create some orange embers of it’s own in my chest; relief? No, shock? No.

“Oh shit…” Regret was heavy in Ellie’s raspy voice.

I waved my hand reassuringly, “No! You were just very blunt-“

“Blunt? I can’t smoke anymore.”

I rolled my eyes at her sly grin. Even toasted she was cracking jokes. Despite the ridiculousness of it all, the longing glances and lingering touches finally had an answer, and at the end of that tunnel was a possible orgasm. Not to mention the fact that I had always thought Ellie was insanely too hot for her own good. Without much more thought, I quickly leaned in and had my lips smashed against hers.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n

[alllgator-blood]

Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

OH ABSOLUTELY, I personally feel like the key to art improvement is trying new things and experimenting often. But the thing about trying new things is that they're typically out of your comfort zone, and often times you're left struggling because you've never had to move your hand in the configuration needed to depict the thing you want? So often times it feels easier to just not do that thing, but you might not improve if you give up when you fight against your own skill level.

I'm wrapping up on a comic and I almost gave up on it because for some reason, I decided "these two should be hunting while this conversation takes place" and I struggled on and off for two days because of my dedication to get this comic out. The payoff to them hunting doesn't even happen til the second page so I really didn't need to do this. I actually have experience with archery but for some reason, I just COULD NOT figure out where to put shamura's arms to make them hold that damn bow.....UNFINISHED COMIC PANELS INCOMING:

Is it perfect? HELL no I think it looks pretty awkward cause I've only been drawing these characters for a few weeks so I'm still getting used to them, and that in combination with drawing them doing action poses after years of drawing slice of life comics is..............not ideal. I'm more used to drawing furries hitting a bong on a garbage covered couch. But that's the thing! I wanna do more fanart for this Violent Video Game, so I need to learn how to draw people holding weapons. If I give up, like half my fanart ideas will never come to fruition, so I think making flawed art is better than making no art at all.

If you're struggling with your art, just absolutely barrel through whatever it is you're struggling with and come back another time in the future to revisit it. Attempt to draw you're struggling with (even if it's like the shittiest worst sketch ever, god knows I have tons of those), save it somewhere, and when you want to give that idea another go, compare the new art to what you did last time. Honestly I wish I tried and failed more than I didn't try at all, I'd have more to show for myself if I took my own advice.

#wip #river rambles #idk how to tag this I hope this is actually helpful to you #ALSO IT'S LIL HEKET SHE HAS A FROGLET TAIL YAYYY

[r3starttt]

STONER

CW: fingering (d! and r! receiving). smoking. couch scene :)

"What even is a sex den, Dina?" a familiar smell caught your attention, increasing the more steps you gave to get down a sort of hidden basement Dina swored would keep the two of you safe and warm for as long as you needed to stay away from that snow storm that appeared out of nowhere.

Dina kept positive about it, well, positive as in bothering your lame ass.

"Smells like weed, don't think that man had many women to even try and make a sex...den?" You heard an 'oh' followed by some laughs "Yeah, it's definitely weed, I forgot 'bout that"

"You've smoked weed?" It wasn't a question in disbelief, just your way to return the sarcasm coming from her side for approximately an hour or so of 'patrol'.

"Haven't we all?" There was something hitting your stomach. Your eyes shifted down that spot, rolling your eyes at the sight of dina's elbow pushing you aside. So stubborn.

"Oh my god" you tried not to, but your eyes spoke for you, and how could they not when Dina didn't even think about it before stepping inside the room. How many times had she smoked weed before? and why where you never a part of it?

"It's a lot of dead weed" you laughed at it "Yeah, no shit Dina" there was something that caught your attention once you analyzed the room just with your eyes.

Once you stepped inside the room, closing the door behind you- under all the weed that first caught your attention, there were at least 5 cassettes over a small desk. "He's got the videotape thing" Dina immediately responded "porn"

"Smash Brandi's cootch" your face turned into one of disgust, playfully rolling your eyes at her and grabbing the cassettes away from her hand "Dina, stop. Don't wanna know the old man's kinks"

"He had an interesting taste" her lips passed near your shoulders, quickly searching from something else to put her hands on. Such kid demeanor.

But, you did equally, wandering here and there. Finding a gas mask bong, more cassettes you chose not to revise. That until you saw a jar.

"Does weed go bad?" You turned around to search for Dina, who immediately did the same thing as you spoke "Dunno, why?" At the sight of the jar her eyes illuminated, almost running towards you.

You tried opening it, tossing one of your jackets somewhere in the room to get more freedom and strength to open it. Failing at it, of course. "Gimme that" her hands quickly grabbed the jar, not even letting you try and open it properly. "Like you're gonna get it"

Next scene that passes by your eyes is the jar being throwed to the floor "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Your arms extended to your sides, loudly hitting the sides of your thighs once you let them down again.

"Got it open, didn't I?" Her hands were now busy with her clothes, getting rid of the heavy jacked she had on. You got on your knees, grabbing the joint and getting rid of all the dirt it caught.

"Look at you, such a pro" her voice echoed again, mocking how you quickly grabbed it to smell it. Your fingers touched hers at the exchange of the joint, giving her the privilege to keep it. She simply laughed.

Her hand travelled to the back of her jeans, eliciting a chuckle from you once you noticed she had a lighter. The joint rested on her mouth, making yours watering. "We're gonna be stuck here a while so..." You just nodded, slightky risinf your brows in a bit of amusment- sitting next to her on the big couch that adorned the basement.

Her fingers wrapped the joint so eagerly. Her mouth licking her lips before actually smoking of it. The way she let the smoke out of her mouth. You were beyond wet at the pure sight of it.

So locked on them you barely got time to look anywhere else once she passed you the joint. "Can I ask you something?"

You dought before smoking, quickly knowing it was the best decision once Dina spoke. There was no way you could deal with her demeanor this consciously.

"Dunno, can you?" Dina simply smiled, her tongue passing quickly over her lips. "In a scale of one to ten-" you quickly cut her off, passing the joint back.

"No, Dina" her smile grew wider at the way you whined "you said it was a mistake" her eyes ate you alive, up and down as she kept on smoking.

"Did I say that?" You leaned forward, furrowing your eyebrows. "What are you doing?" Her hungry eyes quickly transformed to once less intense, lowering them for just some seconds before replying.

"Nothing, just... I'll give it a six" your mouth parted very slightly at it, leaning back to the place you first sat at, simply letting out a 'wow'

"You don't agree?" She mocked you "No, I mean... I don't think you wanna know how I'd rate it then"

"You're infuriating" you took the joint back, taking her hand to drag her closer. "Hope this is better than a six"

Your fingers passed along her lips, indicating her to let them open for you, which she obeyed. You passed her the smoke, never letting your eyes move away from hers. Fuck she looked pretty like this.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, closing any gap between both in such desperate sloppy kiss. There was a small fight to see who laid and looked pretty, she won.

So now, underneath her with her fingers tracing a path down your stomach, her lips pressing over every inch of skin she could get a taste of. You were loosing it and she had barely even touched you.

Her fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, moving to your back just some seconds after, getting rid if your bra and tossing it somewhere in the room.

Your hands moving all over her back, from her waist to her shoulders, then to her neck, desperate. You took her shirt off, trying to take the closest and clearest look of what you've been craving so much. Her body, her face, she looked so inviting.

Her knee changed it's spot in between your legs now, purposely pressing and rubbing your core, elicting a chocked breath oout of you. Her lips vibrated on your skin, right in between your exposed breasts. Always mocking you.

The palm of her hand dancing over your stomach, on the sides of your hips. Her fingers slid in between your slicked folds.

Her palms slapped over your clit severely times, eliciting open mouth whimpers out of you. "Shh" you were about to reply back, sushed once more with her tongue against yours.

You took the chance, sliding your fingers under her clothed cunt. In response, Dina didn't hesitate, making small circles over your clit, copying your movements. You planned on stopping? She would stop too.

So you didn't. But you did take your time with it, teasing her arousal with the tip of your digit over and over again. That until her fingers clenched inside you, harshly thrusting them in and out with no mercy.

You couldn't even focus anymore, stopping anything you planned on doing as you tried to catch your senses. "Don't forget to breath" her voice hit your ear, making you smile back to that mocking look on her face.

Her other hand quickly guided your's right where she wanted, how she wanted it. You couldn't do else but obbey.

And god the mix of drool over your lips, her fingers hitting the nicest spot in the right way, feeling how she clenched around you. Both of your whines and whimpers echoing more and more in the room. Soon you felt your hand fully damped. Same situation going over your thighs.

She kissed your temple before moving her hand away, practically out of breath. The sight ot her hairs sticking to her forehead, her lips fighting to stay closed- you couldn't make that stupid look in your face disappear.

You didn't need to hear it, she didn't need to say it. This was way better than a six.

#dina x reader smut #dina x y/n #dina x fem reader #dina x reader #dina x you #dina fic #dina woodward tlou #dina woodward x reader #dina woodward #dina smut #dina woodward smut

[kenny-the-ken]

Mary Jane

Yes you seen the GIF right... but he is gonna touch them.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself!

This is a smut, so if you're a minor, STOP READING PLEASE!!

Enjoy guys, I really put a lot of work into this fic, I was TW//SA//TW when I was 16 and I still struggle with it so I hope you guys like it, I really worked hard on it. ALL AGED UP

The sound of bubbling echoed around the room as you inhaled the dense cloud of smoke that was contained in the glass, lifting the bowl and firing tube out of the glass bong and inhaling the smoke in one long breath.

You were sitting on Kenny's bed in his cold, damp bedroom, coughing as you exhaled the smoke, your boyfriend laughing at you.

"Hey! You coughed when you hit it too!" You exclaimed, waving your hands as you spoke.

You felt a pair of arms wrap lazily around your waist, a mop of blonde hair resting against your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck.

"You know... sex always feels better when you're stoned." Kenny whispered into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe.

"Hmm, I do know that, you tell me every time we smoke up." You tease, leaning against his subtle touches.

"I just can't help myself babe, you're sitting here in nothing but one of my band shirts and your panties, which I bet are dripping for me already. Plus... we've got the whole place to ourselves, so you can be as loud as you want, Princess." His voice was husky, his hand moving under the hem of your shirt, cold, calloused hands cupping your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling over your nipple. And your gasp was audible, which made Kenny smirk.

"You like that, huh?" His mouth was now attached against your neck once more, this time rougher, he licked and then began sucking and nipping at your sweet spot, a few breathy moans catching in the back of your throat.

"Kenny!" You gasped once more as his hands wrapped around you once more, flipping you over on your back as he hovered over you.

"So flustered already, baby." He cooed, standing tall above you before leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, he wanted you, and you were so eager to please him, seeing as he pleased you all the time.

Your hands were tangled in his soft locks of hair, tugging gently making Kenny let out a small moan, both your tongues fighting desperately for dominance, Kenny would always win, but it was fun to make him work for it.

You knew every inch and turn of your boyfriends body, and he knew yours, you had started off as friends, then one drunken night when you were both sixteen you both hooked up, it was the talk of the school, then you both became friends with benefits, till neither of you could deny your feelings any longer, and you became a couple.

You both broke away for air, as Kenny winked at you, a smirk plastered on his face, as he began moving down your body, taking his band shirt off your small frame. You lay beneath him, his mouth all over your breasts, from teasing and nipping at your nipples, to leaving dark bruises for only him to see, he loved every second, your moans and whines feeding his growing erection.

"P-please, Kenny." You whispered, as he detached his mouth from your breast with an audible pop noise.

"Use your words, baby. If you want me to touch you, you only have to ask." He replied, and you felt dizzy, he really knew how to get you hot and bothered and by god did he love it.

"Please, Kenny. Touch me please." You pleaded with him, your eyes wide and doe like as he stared down at you.

"That's all you needed to say, Princess." Kenny replied and in only swift motion pulled your pink lace panties down your legs, throwing them to an unknown corner of the room, his head now between your legs.

"Open wider for me, baby." He said with a smirk, his hands on your legs as he spread them wider, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down the bed towards him, his tongue getting to work on you.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned out, he was good, and he knew he was, his tongue circled your clit at a steady pace, sucking gently to increase your pleasure as your back arched, hands desperately gripping the bed sheets beneath you, your head bent back as the moans shamelessly escaped your mouth.

"Hmm, so pretty." Kenny said, his tongue meeting your entrance as he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside you, it was electric, your senses heightened, and you craved more of him, you craved all of him.

"I need you, Ken." And that was all he needed to hear, he stripped quickly, his cock rock solid against and dripping with pre cum.

It was now your time to tease, you rose from where you were lay, your legs shaky and weak as you got off the bed.

"It's only fair that I return the favour." And Kenny knew exactly what you meant.

"You're just so needy for my cock, aren't you baby?" He growled pushing you to the floor on your knees in front of him.

"Such a good girl. You can take it all, right?" He teased, and you cut his flirting dead, kitten licking the pre cum from the tip of his dick, your cheeks hollowing as you took him almost fully in your mouth, the sounds your mouth was making were obscene, and Kenny's eyes were fixed on you, watching you bob up on down obediently on his cock, and fuck your mouth felt incredible.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna speed it up a little, that okay?" Kenny asked, rising from the bed to stand towered above you, you hummed in response, that being all the conformation he needed, his hands groping your hair, tugging your head back and forward a bit quicker than you were going, your hands placed on his thighs to steady yourself as he began fucking your face, the moans slipping from his lips.

Then Kenny moved away from you, a smirk on his face.

"Get on the bed, Princess, let me fuck you like a whore." And his wish was your command, you quickly sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting his instructions.

He sat down next to you, pulling you on top of his lap as he gripped the base of his cock, a groan and a gasp escaping both of you as you began to sink down on his cock.

"K-Kenny." Your moans were breathy, and Kenny swore he'd never heard a better noise in all his life, he loved knowing that he could pleasure you, that he was the one who made you moan that way.

You were fully seated on his lap, his cock buried within you as you began to slowly ride him, your arms wrapped round his neck, his hands on your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin.

"Show me how much you love riding me. How much you enjoy taking me." And you were happy to oblige. You were riding him as best as you could, his own hips now moving to meet yours in perfect sync, pushing himself in harder, faster.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned as he landed a hard spark on your ass, greedily kneading your ass cheek as he continued to plough his way into you.

"K-Ken, getting close." Was all you managed to pant out, your moans loud, your hands tugging at Kenny's hair, making him moan too in response.

"Me too, baby. We'll cum together, okay?" He managed, moans of your name escaping his parted lips.

You were both close, as Kenny flipped you over, you were on all fours, your face buried in the soft sheets as he slammed harder and faster into you, spanking your ass harder this time.

"I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, slut." Kenny whispered, feeling your walls tightening around his cock which was beginning to twitch.

You came hard, and you swore you seen stars, you moaned Kenny's name as if his he was a god that you were praising to in the most sinful way imaginable.

"F-Fuck, y/n!" And with that Kenny's thrusts became sloppy as he pushed in deeply once more, his load painting your insides as he came with a long moan of your name.

He pulled out, panting as he lay beside you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, before kissing you gently, lovingly.

"That was fucking incredible." You whispered, a smile on both your faces as you both gasped for air, your heartbeats beginning to slow.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Kenny."

And with that you both lay together, arms and legs wrapped round one another.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower, is that okay babe?" You asked Kenny, his grip on you tightening.

"You know, we could always shower together, saving water, helping the planet, I mean, it's our duty to protect it." He flirted, as he hit him playfully on the chest.

"We're only done fucking and you already want a round two?" You giggled, placing a kiss on your boyfriends lips, both of you smiling against each others lips.

"Babe, if I could be inside you all day, everyday, I would be! Is that even a question?" He teased further, both his hands coming up to grab your breasts, one in each hand as he hummed contentedly.

"You having fun?" You giggled, a blush on your cheeks at the attention he was giving you.

"Hmm, you know it, baby. Now hurry up and get into that shower, I'll remind you what it's like when I take you to orgasm more than once. I reckon you could handle another few, couldn't you?"

"Yes, Kenny." You replied, your cheeks scarlet red as he got up, slapping you on the ass.

"Now get in there so we can be dirty while we get clean."

And who were you to say no to your man?

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny south park #stan south park #kyle south park #eric cartman #sp fanart #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny x reader #sp kenny #kenny

[444rockstargf]

"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

[pray4saint]

Can I please have a tall latte with a dash of cinnamon with a cupcake and fortune cookie on the side? Thankyou

For the 100 follower celebration (congrats)

guest of honour

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. streamer!reader. ted nivison x reader. jschlatt x reader. mentions of alcohol, bongs, vapes and implied mention of weed.

a/n. tysm! here's your order anon :] (i did do these separately but if you wanted them together you can send another request! also i picked the prompts since you didn't add one)

prompts: ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” / ”that could be us.” ”that is us.” / ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..” / ”my kiss?” ”right, sorry.”

ted

your fans knew you had a boyfriend, they knew he was also in content creation, they knew you loved him, and they knew he was always texting you during your streams. since he'd always been faceless, voiceless, and nameless, it was a shock for the viewers to see the door open and someone walk in, head cut off by the camera placement.

it was planned, to a degree.. you knew ted would show up on your stream, in your office but you didn't know when, and that's what made it fun. ”oh my god, hey babe!” you spun in your chair and got up to hug him, the height difference clear to all. and now your fans knew he was tall too. before you were able to get back to your seat, ted pulled you back to him. ”excuse me? sweetheart my kiss?” you smiled and got up on your tippy toes, ”right, sorry about that.” hands flat on his chest when you kissed him.

you walked back over to your desk to see how the viewers were taking the small interaction, and from how you were positioned leaning over your desk, ted was able to pad over next to you, still out of view of the camera. when you realised how close he was you pulled a chair away from the all beside yours and you sat down. ”oh chat did i mention my boyfriend was joining today?” you gave the camera a cheeky smile, watching as chat was still trying to put the voice to a face.

ted leaned down into frame before he sat down, smiling at the camera with a wave. the moment he sat down, he started a bit. ”do you have audio listeners?”

”no.”

”what a shame.” you rolled your eyes at him before pulling yourself towards the desk to move apps across your monitors. ”shit, almost..” your voice trailed off, neither ted nor your stream heard what you said and while it's easy to ignore chat's pleas, it's a little harder when it's your boyfriend. ”what was that angel?” you hum at him, question in the sound. ”can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you.”

this wasn't a bit, but it sure as hell was clipped a ton. ”i said,” you began, voice louder than it was most of the time. ”'shit, i almost leaked our discord dms.', happy?”

”very.”

schlatt

your boyfriend's fanbase knew of you, but they didn't know anything about you aside from that schlatt loved you. of course it had to come sooner or later, but after a long talk about the consequences, you'd talked each other into a deal for you to go on his stream with him.

for awhile schlatt streamed and you sat just off camera, looking at your phone and back up at him from time to time. it was something that your best friend had sent you that made you scrunch your face up, and your boyfriend noticed immediately. ”you look stupid as fuck right now.” it was the first time he'd acknowledged you were around on stream and his chat was freaking out. of course it didn't stop you from getting up and slapping his arm. ”ow. you're mean.” he didn't mean it, yet it only made you hit him again before you finally pulled your chair out to sit with him.

once chat had gotten a good look at you and you waved and said hello, schlatt pushed his phone up to the camera before giving it to you. ”hon' that could be us.” it was a picture of two cats; one holding a bong and two vapes while the other held a case of beer. ”j, baby that is us.” now you show the camera the picture of the cats and schlatt takes the opportunity of being hidden to press a quick kiss to your cheek, making you gasp.

”chat did you see that?! did you hear that?!” they all seemed confused as you went off on your tangent, face making the :o while schlatt's mouth twitched up into a smirk, bordering on the grin as you tattled on him to his viewers. ”he kissed me when you guys weren't looking!”

oh boy did twitter have a fun time over analysing the clip of the short kiss sound, trying to figure out if it was true.

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[gxdsfavgal]

If you sent in something that is anonymous and requested reader provoking Rafe & then angry fucking, I lost the request but I have written it!!

STFU

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, rough sex, blowjob, degrading, choking, spitting, hair pulling, smoking weed, not edited

A/N: This is a little short bc i had written about 800 words but then lost the work so i’ve piece together the parts that i liked the most

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“I’ve never met anyone so dumb.” I lifted the joint to my lips and took a deep inhale.

I earned a quiet hazy chuckle from Top and Sarah.

“No literally, who buys a motorcycle when you owe a drug dealer.” I look at Rafe and he was trying not to blow up at me.

“You don’t know shit y/n.” he mumbled out before he brought his mouth to the opening of the bong.

“Only someone that doesn’t know how to deal with money does that. A dumbass.” I teased him, but I made sure not to go too far because the look on his face seems like he wants to drown me right now.

“Shut the fuck up!” he groaned into the night sky, veins on his neck are prominent.

“Not only that, but your daddy had to go and save your ass.” before I was able to get a puff of my joint, I was pulled up by my arm and basically dragged away from the group and towards the house.

Shit, I took it too far.

“Let go of me!” I elbowed Rafe’s chest once we reached the living room of Toppers house.

Rafe was steaming, his eyes dark and his nose flaring. He roughly brought one of his hands to my throat, squeezing enough where so was still able to get air.

“Do you see what bad mouthing can lead to?” he looked down at me, shaking me with his hand around me.

“Oh fuck you.” I spat at him, my saliva landing on his cheek and lips.

He smirked, shaking his head like we was about to lose it.

He brought a finger to his cheek and lips to wipe the saliva off his face, bringing it to his mouth. He hummed at the taste of my saliva.

Before I could say something, he spat on my face.

“I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours until you’re unable to talk.” He pushed me down by my shoulders, eyes trained on me.

My back against the couch and my knees against the wooden floor, his legs trapped me as he quickly unbuckled his belt.

He dropped his pants, and fuck the tent in his boxers was huge.

His fingers weaved through my hair, his grip tight as he forced my face onto his clothed bulge.

“Now, if you throw a fit or even try to tease me. I’ll fucking ruin you.” he teased in a demanding tone, it sent shivers seeing him so dominant.

He pulled down his boxers and with a free hand, he pumped his cock. It was thick, the head was red and was already spilling precum.

He forced his cock into my mouth and down my throat, my eyes turned red as the tears formed and my breathing was constricted.

His hips thrusted into my mouth, my head hitting the back of the couch. He was groaning and god it was beautiful, it was better than porn.

He pulled away from my mouth, his dick bobbing against his shirt clad abs.

“Get on the couch.” he pulled me up by my hair.

“But you sa—“ I rasped out, my throat definitely fucked out.

“Get on the fucking couch!” he yelled causing me to flinch.

I quickly got on the couch and knew what to do. I stripped myself out of my shorts, keeping my underwear and shirt on just how he likes.

I got on my knees and arched my back, my tits pressed against the cushions of the couch.

I can hear his chuckle from above me, I can feel the dip of the couch.

My body jolts at the feeling of his raw cock entering me at an alarming rate, no warning or anything.

“Fuck!” we both moaned out in unison.

His hips were like pistons, going in and out of me. My ass rippled as his hands gripped my hips, most likely leaving two full hand bruises.

“Look at you. You like being treated like my sex doll?” he asked, his jaw clenching down.

I moaned at his words. His sex doll. His.

My walls clenched around him, earning a groan from his throat.

With a few last pumps, he pulled out and spilled his cum on my ass. Both our body’s limp.

His fingers collected his cum from my skin and slipped in past my lips. My tongue danced between his fingers and I hummed at the taste of him.

He moved his chest against my back, turning my head to face his. He pulled his fingers away from my mouth and brought his lips to mine.

He let out a deep groan.

“How about a ride on my motorcycle to my house?” he asked against my neck.

I hummed in approval.

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[bouncybongfairy]

Pretty Please?

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader

Summary: Summer asks you to pet sit her hamster while her family goes on vacation. Of course, you agree because you're such an amazing friend. Definitely not because you and her grandpa would have the entire house for yourselves.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Intox Kink, Worship Kink, Masochism, Dumbification, Nasty Smut

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You were sitting with your friend group, eating lunch in the quad. Quite boring, the whole school seemed to be yearning for the end of the day. Summer was bragging about the ski trip her family would be leaving for, after school. In all honesty you truly couldn’t care less, happy for her, just not interested. Picking at your salad that had gone soggy as she went on and on. 

“Do you think you could do me like a real solid?” she asks, resting her hand on your shoulder. 

“What is it?” you asked with a sigh. 

“Well, I need someone to come and feed my hamster while I'm gone. I was hoping because you're like, my best friend ever, if you would do that for me?” she asked, trying hard to butter you up. 

“You want me to drive back and forth to your house to mine for 3 days?” you asked, trying to knock some sense into her. 

“Oh my god obviously you can stay in my room,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. 

“Ugh isn’t your grandpa going to be there?” you asked. 

“Yeah but he won’t come out of the garage. Please I’m literally begging you,” she pleaded, “What if I leave you an eighth of bud?” she whispered in your ear. 

“Make it a quarter and I’ll do it,” you said, which delighted her beyond belief.

As soon as you got home, you started packing your bags. Starting to slightly regret ever agreeing to pet sitting. Folding your clothes and placing them neatly in your duffle. Suddenly it occurred to you that her grandpa would be home. Of course in front of Summer you put on a front like him being there would gross you out. When in reality every time you slept over at her house, you would find yourself staring at him. Taking in all his little details; like how far he spreads his legs when sitting on the couch. Or how his eyes dilate when he’s a little more than tipsy. Your mind started wondering about all the possibilities of how your visit would go. It wasn’t something you felt shame about. You had already made your way through all the halfway decent guys at your school. To be quite honest you’ve wanted to hookup with an older guy for a while. All the dudes you’d been with are just so inexperienced and you were tired of that. 

Summer and her mom picked you up. She needed to show you around before leaving. Helping you with the bags, the two of you make your way to her bedroom. Where she gave you the weed she promised, even leaving her bong for you to smoke with. Showing you how to work the T.V and of course introducing you to Mr. Man the hamster. You laughed for a good five minutes over the name. Once she headed out with her family, you immediately started rolling up. Dumping the guts out her window, landing in Jerry’s garden, you felt bad but not really. As soon as you took a few hits off the blunt, you noticed it was strong. Giving you an intense head high, it did make you feel more relaxed. For a moment you were certainly feeling out of place. Getting bored, you start shuffling through your bag, looking for pajamas to wear. Immediately your mind went to Rick, thinking about what pare he would like the most. When you first got to the house, it felt wrong to think about him that way. After smoking, you really didn’t give a fuck. Even if Rick told Summer which is highly unlikely because.. Ew. Losing Summer’s friendship in exchange for hooking up with Rick sounded like a fair deal. You only took a couple hits off the blunt, after putting it out, you tuck it behind your ear. Making sure to stuff the lighter in your sock for safe keeping. Grabbing the hamster food, you put a couple scoops into his bowl. 

“You’re such a cute little guy, i’m about to fuck your great-grandpa. Don’t tell mommy,” you baby talked to him through the glass while giggling. 

Wearing a white oversize t-shirt with socks, you make your way down stairs. Hoping to run into him, the first place you checked was the kitchen. Even though you didn’t find him, it was a prime opportunity to raid the fridge. Taking a jar of pickles out and setting them on the counter before opening the freezer. Finding a dark green bottle with a white label with big X’s across it. Bringing it out and setting it on the counter with a crisp -clank- sound as the glass hit the counter. The bottle opened with a loud pop which made you giggle a bit. You brought it to your nose and immediately recoiled at the pungent aroma. 

“Smells like fucking rubbing alochol,” you mutter to yourself, grabbing a cup and pouring some. 

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to alcohol, you’d been drunk plenty of times. Thinking it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you chug what you had in the cup. You truly felt like the wind was knocked out of you. The coughing and gasping was only making your chest burn more. Taking a few sips of water from the sink to help wash it down. Similar to the weed, the effects of the alcohol were coming on quick and strong. Your cheeks were flushed and you no longer were worried about appearing sober. A gasp of excitement falls from your lips as you remember the existence of the pickles. Your mouth was salivating as you pulled one out of the jar. 

“What are you doing?” a rough voice rang through the kitchen from the doorway. You jump, turning around to face him. 

One of the first things you noticed about him was how tall he was. Seriously, his head nearly hit the fucking ceiling. Eyes had thick, dark circles underneath them; this only added to his grumpy edge-lord vibe. He was wearing a wifebeater tank that was smudged with black soot. Shamelessly staring at the dick print on his pants. 

“I'm pet-sitting for Summer,” you said, unable to hide your giggles. He started walking towards you, till he was literally less than a foot in front of you. This wipes the smile off your face, he reaches out and grabs the bottle that was sitting on the counter behind you. 

“You drank this?” he asked, his breath smelled just like the bottle. 

“Yeah -hiccup- sorry, but is it okay if I have another sip?” you asked while reaching for the bottle. At first, Rick held it out of your reach but then changed his mind. Taking a few swings from the bottle and then handing it to you. His hand just barely touched your chest as he gave you the bottle. Instantaneously making you wet, well.. wetter. 

“If you wanna drink yourself sick that’s your choice,” he said before turning and walking back to the garage. 

Not quite done shooting your shot, you follow him. Due to the room being made entirely of concrete, it was freezing. It was then that you remember how little clothing you had on. 

“Out!” he called out. 

“I’m scared and lonely all by myself in there, pretty please let me stay?” you asked, which made him turn towards you. You could feel the heat build in your belly as he approached. 

“Awe you’re just so scared? I think it’s slightly endearing how you’re trying to play innocent but I know a whore when I see one. No offense but you’re low hanging fruit,” he said, now towering over you with a smirk on his face. 

“Fuck if you don’t wanna fuck me then why are you saying these thing, making me drip down my thigh?” you asked, reaching down to hook your hand onto his belt. He smacks your hand away before responding, 

“I’m a fucking god, I have queens on thousands of planets offering their ass to me on a plater. Why would I stick my dick in you?” he asked. In response you poured out some of the bottle onto the floor, right onto his shoes. At first he looked livid, like he was going to lay into you but you interrupted him,

“Oops sorry I can be so dumb at times, let me clean that for you,” you said, getting onto your knees and bringing your tongue to his shoes. Licking the alcohol off them while looking directly up to him. He chuckled, like he was humored by your actions. 

“Judging by how you’re throwing yourself at me, I bet you were craving my cock for weeks. Every time you’re here I always notice you staring at me, who would’ve known you had such nasty thoughts behind those pretty little eyes,” he said, tilting his head as he watched. Taking the blunt out from behind your ear and placing it between his lips. 

“May I light that for you?” you asked, pressing your cheek to his shoe, trying your best to flash your doe eyes. 

He used his finger to call you up. Scrambling to your feet, you pull the lighter out of your sock. Bringing the flame to his face, admiring his features in the orange glow. He looked so powerful and strong, you wanted him to tear you apart. He blew the smoke directly into your face, you took a playful bite out of the cloud. Grabbing the bottle from you, he pours more onto his shoes. You took his hint and went back down, now licking the bitter liquid off his other shoe. Taking you off guard, he brings his other foot and presses the soul into your neck. At first you were giggling, liking the way he was degrading you. This was until he began adding more pressure onto your airway. Even as you were gasping and wheezing, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. The way his jaw went razor sharp while exhaling a cloud of smoke. Watching his facial expression twist from a small smile to full on beam. Your vision was becoming blurry and a familiar burning sensation radiating in your chest. 

Finally removing the pressure from your neck, coughing as you regain your full consciousness and breath. He bent down and pulled you up to your feet. A mixture of inebriation and lack of oxygen to your blood made him need to support your weight partly. He grabbed your shirt and lifted it above your head and threw it to the ground. Still slightly light headed, he grabbed your jaw so he could stare directly into your eyes. Reaching his other hand down, and feeling the wetness between your folds. You shudder and let your mouth fall open, now fully aware. He was shocked by how wet you were. Completely untouched and being treated like an absolute dog and you were still hanging on to his every touch and word. Staring at him, half-lidded and willing to take anything he gave you. This was enough to send him into a feral state. Without saying anything he picked you up and bent you over the desk. He used his foot to push your legs apart. Bringing your arms behind yourself, using your hands to spread yourself open.

“Holy shit you’re such a deranged little cocksleeve, you just eat my abuse up huh,” he said, pulling his pants down and fucking the entire length of his cock into your pussy. You cry out from him practically ripping you in half. Tears sting into your eyes and your legs that are on their tiptoes begin shaking. A mixture of moans and choked sobs spill from your mouth. He lifts your upper body from laying against his desk to being pressed against his chest. Using your throat to secure you there while whispering into your ear,

“What’s wrong slut, I thought you wanted this. You wanna stop? Maybe you can’t handle it,” he practically growled, still keeping himself fully inside you. 

“No. P-please,” you cried out, willing to do anything to get friction between your bodies. 

“Oh? You want me to keep tearing you apart? Beg me to,” he said, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Please, I w-want you to destroy me!” you screamed out, willing to do anything to get him fucking into you. 

Once the words left your mouth, he began pounding into you at an alarming rate. Your wetness was leaking down both of your inner thighs. Letting your body go limp, letting him do whatever he wanted. He kept your back pressed against his chest, admiring your chest bouncing as he killed your pussy. Feeling you stretch and tighten around his dick was driving him crazy. It was more than your physique that was satisfying him. It was the fact that you were so horny from being at his command and control. He liked how easy you were to manipulate, how willing you were to be turned into a braindead, cock hungry zombie. Feeling his orgasm nearing, his thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy. Fucking into you so hard that sound was involuntarily being forced out of you with every thrust. As you begin to cum, you start panting, completely blissed out. Feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock as you rode out your orgasm sent him over the edge. Filling you with hot cum, spilling out the sides of your pussy. After the encounter you completely blacked out, passed out. He let you stay slumped over that portion over the desk. Cum still leaking out of your abused hole. Simply pushing your body over to the side slightly after pulling his pants up. Reliting the blunt and ashing onto your ass before continuing working on his latest project.

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[elliesflower]

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

[hyunsvngs]

hey baeee

so im def a stonerslut and im glad we have established hanji as the designated stoner of skz, maybe felix too w his special brownie recipes lol,

but i was wondering if we’ve established any other stoner hc’s for any of the other boys? one of mine is definitely hyun, mostly taking place in a college au (dare i say stoner hyunsung roommate bffs) LMAO bro def sparks up and finishes his art projects in the dead of night <33

oh felix and his special brownie recipes. i'm also a stonerslut getting stoned tonight actually and i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but it feels RIGHT answering it right now.

so because i'm delusional and a stoner ANYWAy. (also please please send me more stoner skz asks because i really want to write more about these) and thank to bby mayu @jyu037 for helping <3

chan who definitely smokes regular joints and is a fucking master at rolling them. has the fun coloured papers and swears to god that weed makes him make better music. he also swears it makes blowjobs better so obviously you have to give him one everytime you're both high despite the cotton mouth LOL. likes to bottom when he's high!! always cums so quickly but he just keeps going, he just wants more. not too loud, quiet little whimpers here and there.

minho who smokes in his room to destress at night and definitely ends up jerking off. when you two get together, you both hit the bong together and fuck stoned regularly and it changes your lives. he'd have a stupid little smile on his face and just be grinning at you like a freak. soft giggly sex with minho when he's high and he'd be moaning so loud like a fucking pornstar because it feels so good! hyper focused on your ass. smokes strains that make him kinda lazy so he just likes to lay there and use lots of toys on u <3

changbin who would just be so fucking sexy smoking man. like imagine him sat relaxed in a tight fitting t-shirt smoking a j? no i'm literally clenching. i can imagine him with one of those cute little pipes too and i also think changbin could be a bong man. definitely wants you on his lap when you smoke so he can put the joint to your lips and also smoke you out lol. probs shoves his hand up your skirt while you sit in his lap with that sexy little downturned smile. definitely hits it from the back while he smokes his joints and probably rolls FAT blunts too

hyunjin who yes 100% does get high and finishes his art in the middle of the night. i see hyunjin with a small little glass bong orrr a crystal pipe? and he likes to get high and finish his paintings because in the morning it's probably just a bunch of colours on the page but he swore it was a masterpiece the night before. definitely gets all giggly and blushy too! and gets extreme munchies. also high hyune who paints on you because he likes the colours. drools all over you when he fucks you high and gets so sloppy, keeps cumming inside and just can't stop fucking you

jisung who's a horny high. can't roll for shit and makes chan pack the bong for him too lol. he weirdly knows everything about every single fucking strain and would love to grow a few plants of his own just for personal use because he somehow knows everything about that too. CERTIFIED STONER. probs palms his cock unashamed in the studio when 3racha get high and chan and changbin r just used to it. if you two got high together he'd NEED to eat you out, not above begging for it and gets so pussy drunk!! if you fucked high he would cum two pumps in and not even be ashamed, groaning all "that's what good pussy does." and continues to fuck you senseless LMAOO

felix with his weed brownies yeah!! he'd probably make weed cookies too, or like little weed red velvet cupcakes?! he's so cutie. i honestly think he prefers edibles to actual joints or smoking it in general, but if changbin's got a joint going he'll steal a few tokes. maybe changbin smokes him out too lol idk (i'm going fucking crazy). likes to watch cute little cartoons and disney films when he's high and get all bundles up in blankies :( alsooo usually not horny but then he tries a strain like wedding cake and gets so hard. just starts rocking ur shit and won't stop until ur shaking and empty minded and he's still hard. it's like viagra

seungmin who is definitely a very chill stoner. definitely does it to de-stress and everytime you piss yourself laughing over something he just does a little chuckle he's not bothered. and he definitely talks about the meaning of life and conspiracy theories. meeeean sex like he's usually mean but when he's high he's so much more condescending. takes it as far as stepping on you and spitting on your face. miiiind blowing sex and then the aftercare is him asking you how you think stonehenge got there

jeongin who is confused at first but an absolute menace after you smoke him out a couple times. you teach him how to roll if not only just to watch his hands and his tongue when he does it. definitely a pre rolled joint type of guy and only rolls when he's with you because you see it as foreplay. flirty, says the nastiest fucking shit when he's high and probably fucks your throat while smoking a pre roll, maybe even finishing it when he's got you on all fours for him... (might put it out on your asscheek). so loud, sloppy, messy. when the horny subsides he's got the munchies and begs you to make him instant ramen and then probably spills it on himself and burns himself with the soup

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #stoner!skz