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sweet-seishu · 2 years

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bonten husband! inui seishu x fem! reader x designer! mitsuya takashi

warnings: mentions and usage of drugs (weed - joints/edibles) NSFW, smut, threesome, oral (m+f receiving) vaginal penetration from different partners, both men are pretty soft. if i missed any let me know and i'll add them! this is also very badly edited i apologize, and it's timestamped bc i can't think of a title

wc: 2.4k i think

a/n: for my sweet @httphaitani 's i got 5 on it collab<3 i hate this whole thing but i am not writing it again lol

network: @tokyometronetwork

You had no clue how you got in the position you were in. Okay that's a lie, you knew how, but you never would have thought this dream of yours would be a reality.

It started with you heading to Bonten's headquarters, going to pay a visit to your husband. You passed by all of the other execs, giving them each a smile and a wave before going into your husband's office.

Inui smiled when you walked in, immediately noticing the way your eyes were glazed over and bloodshot, only chuckling to himself before you took a seat on his lap, attaching your lips to his in a sweet kiss before pulling away. You always smelt of weed and a soft perfume, something that inui could never get enough of.

"Hi baby." He smiled. "What brings you over here?"

"Need you to come with me to Takashi's shop! He made a dress for me and I want you to see it." You told him, a bright smile on your face. Inui quickly agreed, finishing up a few things before you both took off.

Now Inui knew you and Mitsuya were friends, he knew you two were close and also that you both had a past together. It never bothered him, he trusted you, and was happy you had Mitsuya to talk to if he was too busy. But he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more that you wanted as he watched you hug him, the way your arms squeezed him tightly, the smile on your face and sparkle in your eyes as you talked to Mitsuya, it made a weird feeling settle in Inui's gut.

"Takashi, I want to show Seishu the dress you made me!" You smiled.

"Sure thing." Mitsuya smiled, leading you to the dressing rooms, but not before you shot your husband a smile, following the lavender haired designer.

Mitsuya was talented, everyone knew that, the designer even tailored a few suits for some of the executives. But inui had to admit, he really outdid himself with your dress. They way the dark purple fabric hugged your every curve made inui's heart stop for a second, the slit that ran up your thigh not too revealing, but not innocent either, but what really caught his attention was how confident you looked, the way you ran your hands over your sides, praising mitsuya for how well he did.

"How does it look Sei?" You smiled, trying not to shiver at Mitsuya's light touches as he made some adjustments.

"You look absolutely breathtaking princess." Inui told you a small smile on his face. His eyes shifted to Mitsuya, who was looking at you in awe. Inui could see the expression on your face when Mitsuya’s fingers touched your skin, the way your body slightly shivered at his touch.

There was tension between the two of you, anyone could see it, and Inui was a very giving husband, always wanting to give you the world and more.

Which is why he pulled Mitsuya to the side when you went to go change, proposing something that Mitsuya just couldn't turn down.

It's how you ended up here, your back against your husband's chest as he fondled your bare breasts, turning your head so he could blow the smoke from the joint you were all sharing into your mouth, while Mitsuya ate you out like a man starved, pulling the prettiest sounds from your lips.

You were shocked to say the least when Inui proposed inviting Mitsuya into your bed while the three of you had dinner, and you couldn't help but feel guilty when he mentioned the tension between you and him. You and Mitsuya had been friends for a long time, even having a little fling when you were younger before you met the man who would inevitably steal your heart.

But you always knew there was something more between you and the lavendar haired designer, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, but after your husband stated he wasn't mad, and that he wanted to do this for you, how could you say no?

You were already high before it even began, always being one to smoke a joint or take an edible to stay calm throughout the day, but now? you were higher than high, your body on fire as Inui touched you with his strong hands while Mitsuya got you closer and closer to euphoria.

"You feel good princess?" Inui asked, pinching one of your nipples while kissing your neck, both of your hands tugging at Mitsuya's soft hair.

"S-s'good seishu, m'so close." You moaned, tugging harshly at Mitsuya's lavender locks, making the designer groan as he sucked your clit into his mouth. "T-takashi, c-can I cum, please?"

"My good girl, asking for permission." Inui smiled, taking another hit of the joint, shotgunning it into your mouth again.

Mitsuya moaned against you, pulling away only to send you a smile. "Cum for me pretty girl, wanna taste you." He said softly, sucking your clit back into his mouth. You moaned his name loudly, your hips bucking against his face as you reached your climax. It was intense, the effect of the weed making it more pleasurable as you cried out Mitsuya's name, tugging at his hair as he drank everything you had you offer, groans falling from his lips as he tasted how sweet you were.

You whined when he pulled away, immediately missing the warmth of his mouth. He gave you a smile, his hands rubbing your thighs as you shivered. "Taste so sweet, Inupi wasn't kidding when he told me how good you tasted." Mitsuya told you, making your face turn a deep shade of pink as Inui chuckled behind you.

"She has the sweetest little pussy." Your husband said in a deep voice, kissing your neck softly. "Now get on all fours princess, want you to show Mitsuya how tight that pretty pussy is. You gonna let him feel it?"

You moaned, nodding before turning your head, kissing your husband sensually on the lips before turning over. You attached your lips to Inui's again, sighing at the taste of him before pulling away, sticking your ass in the air which made Mitsuya groan behind you.

"You cum in her, you're dead." Inui said bluntly, running a hand through your hair as you lowered your head down so your lips were hovering over his cock. Mitsuya only nodded, teasing your entrance with his tip before slowly pushing into you, making the both of you moan loudly at the feeling of one another.

"She's so fucking tight." Mitsuya groaned, his hips moving slowly so you could adjust to the stretch. "Fuck she feels so good."

"Mhm." Inui only smirked. "She always feels amazing, always so tight no matter how much I fuck her." He smiled down at you, cupping your cheek and softly tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "How does he feel baby?"

"G-good, feels s'good." You moaned, wiggling your hips so Mitsuya would move faster. He easily picked up on the hint, his hips picking up the pace as you gasped from the sudden pleasure.

"M'glad, always want you to feel good princess." Inui told you. "Now I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours to make me feel good."

You quickly nodded, lowering your head so your lips were hovering over your husband's cock. You softly kissed the tip before fully engulfing him in your wet mouth, moaning around him when Mitsuya's tip kissed your g-spot.

Inui groaned, one of his hands moving to your head so he could thread his fingers through your hair, guiding you up and down on his cock. You were already so close to another orgasm, the groans coming from both men making you shiver as you clenched around Mitsuya and hollowed your cheeks.

"Fuck." Mitsuya moaned, gripping your hips tighter with his hands. "Gonna cum again pretty girl? Can feel you clenching, go on, let me feel you."

You moaned around Inui's cock, the coil in your belly snapping as you gushed around Mitsuya, making him hiss from how hard you clenched. He cursed before pulling out, making you whine at the loss as you pulled off of your husband.

"We need to switch." Mitsuya sighed. Inui nodded, pulling your face up to his and kissing you softly. You waited as both men moved around, smiling when you faced the lavender haired designer. Inui pulled you flush against him, lining his cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing in.

You couldn't help but notice the difference between them, Inui was thicker, the stretch always taking you by surprise when he impaled you onto his cock. But Mitsuya definitely had more length, quickly hitting deep within you when he pushed past your walls. Both men were perfect in different ways, making you feel like you were on cloud nine with the way they pleasured you.

Mitsuya couldn't help but watch your face, the way your eyes rolled back at the stretch of Inui's cock, the rise and fall of your chest, you were beautiful, ethereal even, and fuck he couldn't believe he got to see you in such a state. He's waited years to see you like this, and it was better than he ever imagined.

Inui held you, not moving as you cockwarmed him, giving you the chance to adjust to his size like he always did. You sighed at the feeling, grabbing another one of the pre-rolled joints and the lighter, putting the joint between your lips before lighting it, throwing the lighter back on the table.

You smiled, grabbing Mitsuya with your other hand, pulling his face towards yours before blowing the smoke into his mouth. He happily inhaled it before attaching his lips to yours, his tongue invading your mouth as you started to slowly move your hips, making Inui groan behind you.

The room was so hazy from the smoke, a sheen of sweat on all of your bodies as Inui began to thrust into you, causing you to gasp against Mitsuya's lips as his tip easily hit your g-spot like it always did. Mitsuya held your face, keeping your lips against his as you let one of your hands wrap around his cock, pumping him slowly as your tongues danced together.

"Wanna taste you Kashi- fuck!-" You cried out when Inui thrust harder, making you throw your head back against his shoulder. "S'good Seishu, always s'good." You slurred, moaning again when you felt Mitsuya grab your tits, pulling at your nipples before massaging the flesh.

"Feel good princess?" Inui asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his thrusts never faltering as Mitsuya took his hands from your breasts to grab the joint from your fingers, taking a few hits for himself and blowing more of the smoke into the air.

"S'good seishu, fuck you both make me feel s'good."

Mitsuya smiled at your statement, gently grabbing the back of your head so he could pull you into another kiss, blowing more smoke into your mouth before putting the joint out. "Want to feel that mouth of yours to pretty girl."

You eagerly nodded, moving so your ass was in the air once more, your husband not once leaving warmth of your gummy walls as you maneuvered yourself to be face to face with Mitsuya's cock.

You greedily took him into your mouth, making him hiss as you bobbed your head, up and down, hollowing out your cheeks every so often, making him groan as he guided you, his hands tangled into your locks.

Again, it was so much, your body was on fire as Inui pounded into you from behind, some of his thrusts causing you to choke on Mitsuya’s cock, causing drool to drop down your chin and your mascara to heavily run down your face. You were a mess, and you felt your third orgasm of the night approach quickly, causing you to moan around Mitsuya, the vibrations of your moans sending a shiver throughout his body.

"Fuck princess need you to cum f'me, gonna fill my pretty pussy up." Inui said from behind you, causing you to clench around him as Mitsuya started to gently buck his hips. Inui reached around you, one of his fingers rubbing your clit which quickly brought you to your release, your juices completely soaking him before his hips stilled, filling you completely making you moan louder.

Mitsuya bucked his hips a few more times before finally spilling his seed down your throat, which you happily swallowed as Inui helped you both ride out your orgasms.

The minute Inui pulled out of you, you flopped down onto the bed, your body felt like jelly from the orgasms and weed as you tried to even out your breathing. You sighed when you felt two strong hands on your back, massaging your muscles as another hand ran through your hair.

"How do you feel, pretty girl?" You heard Mitsuya ask, making you look up at him with a tired smile as he kept running his fingers through your locks

"Feel s'good." You mumbled, moaning when your husband dug deeper into your back. "Seishu, feels nice."

"You did so well for us princess, so proud of you." Inui smiled, leaving a few kisses on your skin before laying beside you and pulling you close. You hummed at his actions, pulling at Mitsuya's arm so he would lay down, which he happily agreed to.

You smiled in content as they both traced small shapes on your skin, Inui leaving small kisses on your shoulders every so often as you relaxed, the scent of sex and weed was heavy in the air, but it brought you comfort as you cuddled both men.

"Seishu?" You whispered. "If it's okay with you and Takashi.. could we do that again sometime?" You bit your lip, suddenly feeling shy from the question.

Both men only smiled at each other before looking at you, your body completely fucked out as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Whatever my princess wants, we can do this again baby, I have no problem with it." Inui told you, before looking at Mitsuya. "What do you say?"

"I'm willing to do this again." Mitsuya smiled at you, moving some hair from your face. You moved to kiss him softly before turning around to kiss your husband.

"I love you Seishu, thank you." You whispered, pecking his lips again.

"I love you to princess, now get some rest, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." He winked, making Mitsuya chuckle as you finally fell asleep in their arms.

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feral-ferengi · 1 month

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My part for the arttrade i did with @idkcowboyuwu4 !!! It's his Ferengi/Vulcan oc Otto 😎🚬 and he's my big favourite already!!

He was super fun to draw 💗💗💗

#star trek #ferengi #vulcan #oc artwork #oc artist #original character #art trade #ibispaintx #tw: marijuana

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saiki-psycho · 2 years

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This is a personal projection/hc, but Kusuo tries weed since Aren gets it for the group to have some fun and for the first time in awhile his thoughts go quiet.

Like, Kusuo Saiki, the psychic who has never known peace in his brain from other people's thoughts, has none. No need to force himself to shut down, no need to do anything fancy; his thoughts just mellow out, only his voice and his friend's voices are there.

He also feels funny as fuck and can't move. Kaido provides snacks and won't shut up about wanting to fuck up Dark Reunion, Nendo is greened out and giggles about random shit while munching, Aren is cracking the dumbest fucking jokes that Kusuo literally cannot control laughing at. Like- full on chuckle from him. Toritsuka is off on a rant about tits until he passes the fuck out.

Kusuo is enjoying himself. Humans are weird, and so are the way they react to random ass plants. They all eventually get too stoned and either pass out or slip into sobriety and then pass out. Overall 11/10 sleepover, and Kusuo keeps in mind to use marijuana if he needs to lose his thoughts.

#BEFORE ANYBODY SAYS ANYTHING I AM NOT ADVOCATING FOR DRUG USE DESPITE THE POSITIVES WEED MAY HAVE #I cannot stop people but literally do not ever smoke anything if you don't know the source of it/are not in a safe place #Be responsible and consume wisely please 🙏#saiki kusuo #nendou riki #kuboyasu aren #kaidou shun #toritsuka reita #saiki k #tw: drug use #tw: drugs #tw: marijuana

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buckymorelikefuckme · 5 hours

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hopefully my lil friend eddie will help with these gnarly fuckin cramps i’m having bc i’m ready to rip this uterus out of my body P-R-O-N-T-O pronto!!

#poppy speaks #tw: marijuana

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thefvrious · 6 months

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me to me: i'm really high me: *takes another hit*

#tw: marijuana #and that's just how it is #i'm back here again; the place i begun (ooc)

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pastafossa · 1 year

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I'm glad my family is supportive of my medical mj cause Fig loves to sit on the other side of the door and do a very unique narc yowl so that everyone in a six block radius knows that 'THERE IS A WEED SNORTER IN HERE. 😠'

#me: go away fig #fig: JUST SAY NO PASTA REMEMBER THE PENCILS THEY GAVE YOU #tw: marijuana

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burgerspeople · 5 months

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pretty sure the edible I took just kicked in so time to buckle my imaginary seatbelt because I’m about to be getting into some HIGHjinks!!!!!

#tw: marijuana #hehehehhe

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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stoner!kakucho who always gets high in his dorm room, but he just can’t help but call you up because he’s lonely and all by himself.

you obviously come by and the two of you smoke a blunt he rolled just for you. he gets so fucking horny that he can hardly keep his eyes off of your pretty face. you reciprocate that energy and stare at him with half-lidded eyes. kakucho can’t hold back and just pulls you onto his lap so he could trail his lips along your neck and down towards your pretty chest.

your panties are soaked and the high only makes you even more desperate. kakucho would play with your clit and smile to himself at how much you’re dripping. it only makes his cock harder inside his pants.

“all this.. for me? heh, you want me that bad, princess..?”

#summer speaks #tw: marijuana #summer’s thoughts #smutty talks #kakucho x reader #tokyo revengers smut #LORDDD #he’s hot

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masterwords · 1 year

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chill out

Summary: Derek and a friend make some pot brownies to help chill Hotch out. (Post Route-66)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: a lot of talk about marijuana, grief, pain, doctors

Notes: Is this a crack-fic? I dunno. Maybe. The idea started with the @yearoftheotpevent February prompts "established relationship" and "different"...and kind of spiraled from there with a lot of help from Harry Styles. If you haven't read prior stories involving my delightful (slightly evil) OC Coleen, here is a bit of history: the high price of shame

The house, modest from the outside, was nothing like Derek expected as he approached. Its bones screamed mid-century rancher, single level, low ceilings. But from the moment he was in the entryway, he realized how wrong he was. The hallway, beset with a hanging lamp in shades of deep brown and gold, opened up into a sunken great room with a vaulted ceiling and a wall of windows overlooking the city, at least once you got past the sizable estate that stretched out emerald green for ages. David Rossi might even be impressed with this.

"You live in a house..." he mused, stepping down into the main area and peering around at all of the impeccable mid-century details that would have made Carol Brady's knees buckle from sheer joy. He grew up fantasizing about houses like this as he wandered through his modest inner-city Chicago home with neighbors close enough to hear your dinner prayers unless you whispered. This was the stuff of sitcom families, well-to-do but parading as somehow being middle class. His socked feet sunk deep in the burnt orange shag carpet that didn't look a day past being straight from the showroom and yet he couldn't think of a single place you'd get something like this nowadays. And he'd looked, too, for one of his properties that had bones like this. No, this was original. "Where do you want these?" He gestured to the grocery bags in his arms full of all sorts of baking supplies and a bottle of wine for good measure. With a sneer she gestured toward the kitchen.

The kitchen. He'd always loved to picture his mom in a kitchen like this, a kitchen like she deserved. Throwing together a pot of chili or a peach cobbler with counters stretching as far as the eye could see. More cupboards than you could ever fill. Hell, he would have settled for a dishwasher or a sink that didn't back up once a week though. Probably Coleen wasn't as well-acquainted with a plunger as Fran Morgan had been.

"Not what I pictured..." he said, finally, setting the bags down and emptying them on the counters. Coleen snorted at his candor.

"What did you expect?”

“Always had you pegged for someone who lives in a cave. You know, big bubblin' cauldron over open flames...some ancient book of spells on display, eye of newt and some gnawed on bones...a raven or some shit boppin' around...that sort of thing.” He spent too much time with Spencer, being able to pull all of that out of thin air. He really needed to find new friends. Or introduce Coleen and Spencer, perhaps...let him off the hook.

“Us modern witches keep all of that in the basement."

He smiled at that and shook his head, admiring the carpentry of the cupboards while she sorted the groceries and made sure he brought exactly what she'd asked. “You didn't bring Aaron.”

“He's sleeping. Lazy bones.” The last bit Derek said softly, and it was her turn to smile. Derek, for all of his biting jokes at her expense and excess nervous energy over this undertaking, adored Hotch. Which was why he was there in the first place. The two of them were otherwise not frequently able to find much common ground. She reminded him of George Burns playing God, or the Devil, maybe both and she left him feeling ill at ease. In turn, all of Derek's sunshine made her uncomfortable. It wasn't that they didn't care for each other, but without Hotch being present they quickly found that they had little in common.

Until Derek mentioned Hotch's heightened stress and anxiety, his return to work taking more out of him than they'd anticipated. Of course, Derek had tried to talk him into taking a full six weeks of leave but that had been vetoed quickly. As soon as he was able to fake his way through a fitness for duty exam, he was back. Add to that the ongoing situation with Sean's sentencing and it had become something of a perfect storm. He hadn't ever been very good at relaxing, but it seemed that now he couldn't even begin to figure out how...and each doctor's visit ended the same way. Find a way to lower your stress or you're going to end up back in the hospital. Or worse.

Well, Coleen understood worse. She'd lost a husband to that. Maybe her favorite one. So, when she approached Derek quietly while Hotch showered after physical therapy and told him she had just the thing, he couldn't say no. He knew what it meant; he'd heard all of her tall tales and her interesting medical theories. He also knew it came from a place of love, and he had started feeling bleak about the whole situation. He probably would have tried anything, so really, this was fairly benign.

Just some hash brownies. Besides, the woman was ancient...she had to be doing something right.

Derek had intended to bring Hotch along, figuring a visit might do him some good. But after a morning spent at physical therapy and then breakfast with some of the ladies at a chic little cafe afterward, he could scarcely keep his eyes open let alone stay upright. Derek insisted he be home and sleep. With Jack being out of town with Jessica's side of the family for the whole weekend the house was blissfully quiet. Just Hotch and Clooney, two old men and their favorite blankets in an empty house.

“He did great in the pool this morning,” Coleen said, tapping an egg on the rim of a bowl with one manicured claw. Her red nail polish was the color of blood. “Haven't seen him so spry in a long while now.”

“It's coming back slowly.”

“He's old, let the poor creature take his time.” She took a drag on the joint she'd lit without him even realizing it, holding it tenderly between steady gnarled fingers. Did she just roll it? Did she have it in her pocket? It was like magic, the way it appeared out of nowhere.

Derek didn't like the sound of healing slowly, but he had no control over what she said nor how Hotch healed. He had no control over anything much these days.

“You'll want to watch me make these, dummy,” she said, snapping Derek from his spiraling thoughts. “I refuse to write it down for you. This recipe dies with me.” She offered him the joint with a caustic, dangerous smile. He would take it, just a little, just for now. You can't make brownies like this without being a little high right?

“I wouldn't be able to read it anyway,” he croaked, leaning over her shoulder expectantly while he locked the burning lemony smoke deep in his lungs. She was so tiny, a little bag of bones, it didn't take much for him to completely engulf her. She didn't seem to mind. “I can't read Latin.”

Coleen smirked and whisked the eggs and sugar together, the yellow bowl huge in her thin little arms. “I in malam crucem.”

“Whatever you say, lady.” He didn't really want to know what she said, but he could probably ask Reid later to give him the cliff's notes version. He knew it was nothing good, probably the Latin equivalent of go fuck yourself. Frowning, Derek moved to examine the ingredients on the counter that he hadn't brought, the key component being a brick of hash the likes of which he hadn't seen since his beat cop days. “What about the leeches? Thought all you old timers used 'em.”

“What in the heavens would he need those for?" She paused for effect before continuing. "The leeches are mine. How do you think I've managed to maintain my youthful glow all these years?”

“Sorta figured you for a bathing in the blood of your enemies type.”

Coleen sniffed indignantly and turned away from Derek to reach up into her cupboard for a small glass jar way in the back. The kind she had to shoo other things out of the way of before her claws could grip and pull. It was a jar of what looked like some kind of honey, thick and dark and odorous. God, the things he could say about that, how putrid and horrific it looked, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I'm moving this as soon as you're gone, so don't go getting any ideas.” She smirked and Derek rolled his eyes dramatically. He didn't even really know what it was except that it looked potent and a little scary...he had only enough experience with marijuana to have enjoyed it a few times in college after he blew out his knee and had to recalibrate his entire life's trajectory. He'd gone off the deep end for a short time before pulling himself together. It was a rough time, one that didn't garner him much favor in his mom's eyes. Of course, his time as a cop (and now this) showed him that what he'd considered the deep end was nothing but a shallow and tepid kiddie pool. From what Hotch has divulged of his own troubled youth, he had far more experience with the stuff (and possibly worse, though he'd spared Derek any specifics), and a lot more hate than love in that old relationship. All in all, this had been a hard sell.

“I work for the government. You think I don't know all the best places to get this shit? Come off it. You're gonna have to produce a lot more than that to shock and amaze me, Methuselah. Now show me how to make these brownies before he wakes up from his nap and I'm not home.”

They quieted after that, the snips and snaps dying down while Coleen shared with him a recipe that she'd held close to her for decades. Her sister had asked for it once and, though Coleen wasn't exactly beaming with pride over her response, she'd more or less said over my dead body. Of course, her sister having been dipped in the same scalding solution of genetics as Coleen herself said she could arrange that and though Coleen couldn't prove it she thought maybe she'd tried once or twice over the years. And good for her, too.

If she knew how readily Coleen was willing to give it up for that sack of bones snoring beside a german shepherd across town, her sister would have a few harsh words to say. The thing was, she was soft for Hotch and she simply couldn't help herself. Maybe he reminded her of her favorite ex-husband, the damn fool who went and died on her long before she was ready for him to be gone. Who bought her flowers and saw to her every need, with never a cross word. Who spoke gently in direct opposition with his size and intimidating demeanor. He was an accountant, a big burly man who had to have his suits custom made, who captured spiders beneath glasses and released them out the backdoor rather than smashing them. A gentle giant.

She wouldn't admit it, but she was soft for Derek too. And the minute they came into her life, she was theirs. Hotch and his unruly black hair pushed up in tufts, walking slowly with his hand pressed against his scarred stomach like he was holding his insides where they belonged. Considering how often they'd nearly been spilled; she couldn't blame him. He approached the pool apprehensively, studying his options, looking for the path of least resistance. She could tell he wasn't someone who was used to obstacles in his way, and when they appeared they weren't there for long. She'd almost slithered from her side of the pool to him, to offer to help, but there was Derek coming up behind him from out of nowhere, hand on his hip...he didn't really do anything, she had noted. He just offered support. Hotch set his features and gripped the metal railing, leaning heavily against it while he stepped one foot after another into the pool and she caught that little slip of a smile when his body was weightless and in his control again.

Yeah, she liked him. A lot. And she had a feeling a lot of people behaved similarly to that...he was frustratingly endearing and handsome to boot. A combination she'd never been able to resist. Besides, how else would a scowling curmudgeon like him have landed this hunk of chiseled marble standing in her kitchen, zipping up his worn-out old motorcycle boots? She could think of a thousand more fun things a ball of energy and stamina like this could have been doing with his Saturday morning, and he was here learning how to make brownies from an old lady. Hook line and sinker.

“Take this,” she finished, snapping a thick layer of plastic around the little pink tupperware of perfectly cut brownies. “And this.” She handed him a log of what looked like frozen chocolate chip cookie dough. “Just slice off enough for one at a time, it'll keep for months in the freezer. For desperate times.” She winked at him.

“Thank you,” he replied sincerely, not a hint of his usual sarcasm. “Really appreciate it.”

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“You two conspired to drug me?” Hotch asked, wrinkling his nose at the tub of brownies on the counter. He knew even before asking what they were, the smell was that strong. He hadn't woken up from his nap long before Derek walked in. Still groggy, he wasn't sure he had the capacity to make a good decision here.

“To help you.”

“Right.” Hotch sighed, lifting the little tub and turning his face away as the smell smacked him right in every one of his senses. “Wow. Did you use Willie Nelson's recipe?”

“Funny you mention Willie. She said he actually uses her recipe. Guess one of her ex-husbands was some old Hollywood bigwig type and they had this party at their place and...”

Hotch was blinking slowly, staring at Derek with a look of utter confusion on his still exhausted face. “Who are you?”

“Hey. She's your friend.” As if that answered for all the rest of it, Derek huffed and popped open the container. Hotch nearly gagged on the smell. “Come on. You've been a huge stress monster and your doc said he'd give you a medical green card to help with the stomach pain anyway. We gotta find you a way to relax before your heart pops like a fuckin' water balloon, baby. Give it a shot?”

“Define a shot.”

“One bite. They're gonna be really damn strong, I don't think you could handle more than a corner...”

Derek extended what was more or less a glorified crumb, the corner of one thick dark brownie broken off. It was crusty and smelled absolutely green in spite of the deep, dark chocolate color. He hesitated.

“And if I hate it?”

“I got orange juice in the fridge, that'll take the edge off if it's bad. And I'm gonna be right here stone cold sober the whole time. We can go take a shower, lay in bed, sleep it off. You trust me?”

Hotch frowned, but took the bit of brownie between his finger and thumb anyway. ��Implicitly.” He looked doubtful but he meant what he said. He trusted Derek with his life and, though the brownies looked and smelled dubious, he wouldn't start faltering now.

With one last worried glance at Derek, a chance to tell him to stop, he popped the bite into his mouth and washed down the foul flavor with a glass of water, shaking his head. “Disgusting.”

“I don't think the flavor is supposed to be its selling point.”

It wasn't. Not by a longshot. They wouldn't be winning any county fair awards unless the judges were looking for the best and fastest high...then it was a blue-ribbon recipe. It didn't take long before Hotch was melting into the couch, his entire body languorous and vibrating at a slow, steady rhythm set by the pumping of his heart. The ache in his chest that had been there weeks now, since before he collapsed in the conference room, dissipated gradually. It didn't quite vanish, but it moved around, seeping into quiet places where it could rest.

Clooney began sniffing around in the kitchen, ill at ease with a familiar old smell he was trained to detect which struck Hotch in such a silly incongruous way that he let out a little chuckle. That chuckle, from deep inside his chest, grew in strength until Derek noticed and smiled in return. He'd been busying himself with some case files, hoping that Hotch would just ease himself into oblivion happily and without his constant vigil. That would only make him nervous and question every tingle, every wave. Probably set off a panic attack. This way he just rode the surf on his own.

“What's so funny ya old geezer?” He plopped down beside Hotch, wishing he could enjoy some of the brownie himself. It was so tempting. But he'd promised...not this time. Not until they knew if it was going to be okay. Coleen had warned him that she was making them half strength but it would still be potent and had the potential to expose some nervousness that even Hotch's vault kept locked up tight. Some latent paranoia, or disastrous memories of he and Haley...or maybe something worse. Something he couldn't even put his finger on. That fear had crept up on him the first time he got high, the thought that it might unlock memories of his own childhood, the crystal clear night sky over a dark cabin...if Hotch kept anything like that locked up, he'd rather it stay that way. The threat loomed dangerously over his head but was assuaged by the gentle laughter he heard coming from the couch.

Now he just wanted to join him. Be in that delicate, happy place with him.

Hotch licked his dry lips and let his eyes close for a moment while he lazily sorted through his word bank. It had been a long time since he'd been high and even longer since he'd enjoyed it. This was such a strange mellow feeling, warmth spreading like musical notes through his sinew.

“Clooney,” he started, smiling. “He's sniffing out your supply Agent Morgan.”

Derek laughed and made a high-pitched whistling noise, drawing Clooney's attention to him immediately. “Forget it buddy. Lay off my stash.”

Clooney's tail wagged and he nosed at the counter, right below the offending Tupperware. Dog hadn't been with the Chicago PD for years now, but his training was solid, not easily forgotten. Old dog and his old tricks. “Busted...” Hotch whispered, leaning against Derek.

First Hotch just sat there, quiet, still as a mouse. Staring at the ceiling, and then at the television that was turned off, zoning out. Derek wondered what he was thinking but was too afraid to ask. After a while, he spoke softly of small things. What would Jack think about his dad being high as a kite? Would he try to steal the brownies? Would the team know what he was doing? What if he got drug tested?

“Green card,” Derek reminded him thoughtfully. “Your doc's already got it in the works. I don't think there's a single person that's gonna mistake you for a burn out. Stop trying to find ways to let your anxiety creep back in...”

“Maybe you could turn on some music?”

“Yeah. I could do that. Any requests?”

Hotch shook his head and let the smile smooth out his features again. “Surprise me.”

Flipping through records, some crisp and new still in the plastic and others worn soft at the corners and smelling like the dust of decades gone by, Derek settled somewhere between his taste and Hotch's. The opening notes, deep and broody, made him long for a nibble. Just a corner. He wanted to feel what Hotch was feeling, he wanted it so badly.

“You think you're gonna be good to ride this out?”

Hotch laughed a little in spite of himself. “Why? You want to join me?”

“I doooooooo...” Derek whined. “I really really do.”

“You don't have a green card,” Hotch said, his tone a gentle mockery of something serious. He didn't pull it off well, not when his entire body was melting into the couch cushions while Jim Morrison's voice slithered and slunk through the room all heady and dark. “What if your boss finds out?”

“He's a pushover. Kinda think he's a burnout, too.”

A kiss, quick and soft, took Hotch by surprise. Made him grab hold, fists twisted in Derek's t-shirt, holding on for dear life. He just wanted more of that. His eyes went wide at the sudden bright burst of expectation. They hadn't had much of a sex life lately, and the feel of Derek's breath rushing over his skin startled him in all the best ways. Maybe Derek having a little bite wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...might make it easier to drag him into the bedroom to mess around for a while without Derek stressing out over hurting him. After they got some food, though. He was starving. “One bite. This stuff could likely knock both Willie Nelson and Snoop Dogg out.”

“What, just cos it knocked you on your ass? I'll be the judge of that...” Derek announced striding confidently into the kitchen, but he was good.

Only a bite.

For now.

They had all weekend.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #clooney the dog #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #tw: marijuana #yotp 2023 #criminal minds #fanfiction

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Alright. I have a confession to make. I've been wanting to talk about this for a while, but it is another big reason that my Backrooms story is being delayed and why I'm less active.

(TW for w*e*e*d mention/subst*nce use, as well as N*S*F*W themes).

Last year, I started taking cannabis edibles for the first time in my life. They're legal in my state, and I was just... So at the end of my rope with trying to find something, anything, that would help my anxiety and help my brain shut off or wander off at night to take my thoughts away from the mental & emotional trauma I've been through in the last year. I took advice from a couple friends who take edibles, I still catalogue my reactions to it like a fucking scientist to try and be careful not to let myself go too wild.

CBD and THC hybrid gummies have been a lifesaver for me. I feel so much more relaxed after work. I can fall asleep so much faster. I feel so pleasantly lucid, and I can imagine so much more to my music.

I've also found that Sativa, especially when not combined with my CBD gummies, sends my imagination into overdrive like I wouldn't believe. And at first, I LOVED it!! I thought "oh holy shit I can use this energy to write more, faster!"

Until I realized that along with my ideas, it also amplified my ADHD. My thoughts and ideas bounce around off of each other SO MUCH that I need to scramble to get them written on Google Docs. I become beyond existential when lost in thw sauce. And not in a bad way! I have actually been able to work through a LOT of emotional and mental baggage that I've been carrying, simply by dumping my philosophical ramblings and self-pep-talks/ self-criticisms on Docs. And that's why, in spite of me not focusing as much on this big project, I feel like it's been important for me to get these thoughts out. They could be potential ideas for books, comics, short stories etc.

BUT needless to say, it is a reason that I can't stay focused on one chapter after another. I have four chapters left, and I keep bouncing back and forth between them. Because, spoiler, my last couple chapters are going to be as trippy as a drug trip. I'm gonna incorporate elements similar to Doctor Strange, Quantumania and Spiderverse.

But overall, I'm going to listen to my Muse, and strike while the iron's totally blitzed. 👍 I feel like, if I try to force myself to work on a chapter or drawing, I'll lose passion for it. It's not fizzling out, it's just on the backburner, collecting flavor and thoroughly cooking.

(N*S*F*W*): A slightly more... Embarrassing reason, is that, because I'm over-imaginative and horny on main, my libido also gets massively enhanced by edibles 50% of the time. So I end up dumping some of the naughtiest concepts I've ever had about my OCs or canon characters, or absolutely paralyzing myself with lee/switch moods by listening to songs, playing spooky games, watching videos with Ler vibes, that all activate my fear kink & tickle kink. And it's... A very good outlet. I may never share some of these writings, but it's helped me get over that last bit of shame I've carried with me ever since the first Tumblr purge and since the "ew kinky people r gross, tickling shouldn't be s3xual" uprising of SFW tickle blogs.

BUT ALL IN ALL, I do take CBD for legitimate anxiety reasons. My anxiety meds have not done shit since this January, when everything at work started going to hell. CBD relaxes my body and actually helps me fall asleep like nothing else ever has.

Meanwhile being on sativa and caffeine can keep me up til 6 in the morning. Like right now as I'm writing this. 😃 But again, it gets the huge dam of thoughts to break and flow freely.

So yeah. Weed has been better therapy for me than actual therapy. For thirty fucking years of my life, I have been desperate to find some kind of coping mechanism, or outlet, or medicine, to help my disorders. And these edibles, along with my antidepressant and creative mind, have worked together pretty damn nicely. And I can now say along with MANY of my friends and peers, fuck anyone who says that medical marijuana should not be legal. Hell, imo recreational weed should also be legal just about everywhere in certain doses, but I'm not gonna get into politics.

I understand if you don't personally approve of the use of recreational drugs. But please, if you're going to judge me, or anyone who uses weed to help calm their mental issues, kindly keep it to yourself. I don't want another situation where an abusive fuckhead tried to mock a friend of mine for smoking pot. Or a dude on a server I'm modding getting childishly preachy about how everyone who uses it will end up fucked in the head and that proper diet and exercise is the cure-all for mental issues.

I'm a grown adult, I know my limits. Sometimes I slip a little and take them 4 nights in a row. Other times I take them maybe twice a week. But I know myself well enough to know that when I set a boundary for myself, I'm fucking stubborn about not breaking it. IF I feel myself slipping, I will reach out for legit help. I also know I can't blow too much money on eddies each month. But I need yall to understand that I've needed this.

TL;DR: I've been taking cannabis edibles and it's helping redirect my mind into places that I didn't realize I needed to explore, and it's been very helpful to me physically and emotionally, so I'd rather go with the flow and not force myself to work on my projects.

So, either way, if you've read this, thank you so much for sticking around. ❤

#tw: weed #if this gets shadowbanned I swear to christ #this puritanism is EXACTLY why I've been hesitant to even share this #tw: marijuana #n/sfw #sativa #cbd #edibles #long post

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