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yellowpsyduck · 3 months

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Thomas Shelby x Carleton!Reader Warnings: Smut, slight size kink, Tommy attracting posh girls as always

“Are you fucking my sister-in-law?” were the very first words that came out of the young socialite’s mouth. They were directed to the man dressed in the grey suit with the flat cap, as he caressed the grey filly in front of him.

“Such crude words from such a lovely young lass, eh?” the man looked rather amused at her choice of words, much less, her more than direct approach of interrogating him.

The words she’d spoken weren’t quite what he had expected from a girl of her caliber, she seemed far too proper to opt for such language.

But she held her ground that girl, with her fashionably short bob and her velvet dress that would probably fetch enough pounds to feed a small family for a week in Small Heath. She didn’t waver under his icy stare, nor did she retreat her questioning glare. In fact, to his surprise, she arched her carefully sculpted eyebrow, as though prompting him to explain himself.

She must be a London girl, he noted, such brazenness could only mean that she must've lived a sheltered life, never having to put her guards up in fear of gangsters and certainly never having to do anything with filthy old Birmingham.

No, all she had to do was look pretty and polite and pop open bottles of champagne, dancing the night away to the Foxtrot and Charleston. She didn’t have a clue who he was, didn’t have a clue what he did and certainly didn’t have a clue as to why he always kept a Webley MK VI in his gun strap.

Tommy found it quite refreshing. He couldn’t remember the last time someone talked to him so incredibly audaciously, if it wasn’t to barrage him with threats to his life.

“I believed I asked you first, Mister” came the reply from her tinted red lips, looking rather displeased that her question was met with another.

“Well, a lady like you shouldn’t worry about adult matters.” he replied as he fished his pockets for the metal cigarette case. “Anyways, she's your sister-in-law you say?” he offered her a cigarette, a habit of his which he’d developed from constantly being surrounded by chain smokers.

“She is, or she was.” she took him up on his offer, as he lit it up for her, “Ian was my brother. His passing was hard on all of us; for her more than anyone else. So, I come up here any chance I get to keep her company, but now I see that’s no longer needed of me.” she said as she eyed him from head to toe, sizing him up almost.

“Don’t let me be a bone of contention now.” he replied, his couldn’t possibly add another trouble to his list, the Epsom and Major Campbell were already a handful, to say the very least.

“Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” A hint of surprise glazed over his eyes as he looked at her delicate features. “I’m quite relieved she isn’t shutting herself up." she trailed off, "And you’re certainly not the worst pick for a suitor.”

“Now don’t go sizing me up for a wedding suit, Miss.” he said taking another drag of his cigarette “May and I are just.... acquaintances. She’s training my horse for the Derby, this beauty over here, you see.” he motioned to the grey horse behind him.

“Oh.” She looked at him with an abashed humour in her eyes. “Then you must pardon my poor choice of words. I’m sure you won’t take the silly musings of a girl to heart.”

She flicked the cigarette bud to the ground, stomping it lightly with the heel of her dainty Mary Janes.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Vera Carleton.” she extended her hand to him, her lips adorned with the most dazzling smile he’d ever seen in his entire existence. He took her hands in his, their sizes differing starkly. “I’m Thomas. Thomas Shelby.”

“Well then Mr. Shelby, now that the previous fiasco is behind us, I must be off. My friends will be waiting for me, I’m afraid. There's a new club in the city called the Babylon, you might’ve heard of it, they’ve invited this jazz band from the Colonies. My friends say it’s all the rage these days.” she explained to him.

Thomas knew she was one of those girls. The ones that never had to worry about a thing in their lives, except for what they’d wear to a social dinner or what diamonds to pair with what dress and he knew that a part of him wished he could be as carefree as them. But life had other plans for him, a runaway father, a suicidal mother and a fucking war to top it all off.

But now with the Shelby Company Ltd. and his copious side ventures, he hoped that one day, his children, if he ever found a woman that is, would have a life that mirrored that of the captivating girl in front of him.

“All right then, Miss Carleton, you have a good night now.” he bid the girl farewell as he watched her leave the stables. Her dress swaying with every step she took, she looked very frail, he noted, but not the kind that you’d see in the streets of Watery Lane, more so the kind of frail that was in vogue amongst the ladies of London.

As the night progressed, it became abundantly clear that May Fitz Carleton and Thomas Shelby weren’t just acquaintances, although, that should’ve been clear from the moment he accepted her proposal to stay the night in the manor, more like a fucking castle, he thought.

As night fell, Thomas found himself striding to the doors of his gracious host's, she’d left it unlocked, of course. Neither were novice adolescents; they knew what they wanted, and they certainly weren’t abashed about it. Their business was completed rather quickly though, she seemed unable to fully open her heart out to the deed and he had a myriad of thoughts occupying his mind.

Breakfast was a rather lovely affair. May chose not to bring up their late night discretions, for which he was rather thankful for. In fact, she seemed content with it being a passing liaison, finally someone that’s on the same page as him, he mused.

The lavish spread of food in front of him was overwhelming and he resigned himself to an Earl Grey and a toast. It seemed it was just May that occupied the house, seeing as though they were the only two to grace the table. Their conversations were pleasant, ranging from their shared love for horses to the ones they would be up against at the Derby, when lo and behold, the doors to the room sprung open to reveal a particularly chirpy Y/N, what she would be so cheery for, this early in the morning, he didn’t know.

“Morning, my dearest. Hope you had a lovely night.” The older of the two woman remarked as she kissed her cheeks. “I’ve told Louisa to prepare those Vienna rolls you so love. She should bring it out any minute.” she stated as the maids served the new occupant with a steaming cup of tea.

“That would be lovely, God knows I’m terribly famished.” she strutted into the room, smelling of daisies as she walked past him and kissed her sister-in-law. “Morning to you, my dearest Mayflower.”

She took the seat opposite to his, paying him no mind and absentmindedly blowing into her tea. “Y/N darling, this is Mr. Thomas Shelby, he’s my guest. I'm training his horse for Epsom. " She motioned to the gentleman. "Tommy, this is Y/N, she’s Ian’s sister and the youngest of the Carleton bunch.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby.” quipped the younger girl, pretending as though they were truly meeting for the first time.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Tommy went along with her play, opting not to reveal their meeting the previous day.

“Madam, there’s a telephone for you. It's from Sir Ascot.” May was quickly ushered out of the room to attend to her business, leaving the unusual pair together.

“So, are you going to keep staring or will you tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N remarked as she forfeited the staring game they’d had going on.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the girl in front of him was intriguing for sure, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. Tommy didn’t know other women besides Ada and Polly that would speak so nonchalantly with him, and he found himself quite enjoying this refreshing exchange.

“Well, you’ve basically been undressing me with your eyes, since yesterday. So, shall we do it in my room or yours?”

This. Tommy wasn’t expecting.

He'd expected a whole lot of other things but not this.

The girl didn’t bat an eye as she said those words, simply sipping on her tea, as though they’d only exchanged pleasantries with each other. Tommy was about to respond when a maid brought a plate of Vienna rolls to the table and diligently served her young Miss.

As soon as her departing figure left the room, Y/N’s eyes darted back up to his, sucking slowly on the gold cutlery as she did. She seemed to be waiting for his reply and Tommy wondered how she’d react if he told her 'No'. Surely, such a girl as lovely as her wouldn’t be used to hearing those words of refusal. All she’d have to do was bat her pretty lashes, pout her soft lips and no one would dare refuse such a divine creature.

And Tommy was by no means a saint. A posh girl like her asking him to fuck her wasn’t something that happened on the daily. And again, Tommy might be a man with great restraint, but he was a man after all.

He'd be lying if he said his pants hadn’t gotten the slightest bit tighter at the sight of her sucking and licking on the spoon, that when he was balls deep inside May the previous night, all he thought about was the girl in front of him. Even now, as she sat in front of him, in her lace dress, he could see the slightest imprint of her breasts against the fabric of the dress.

Tommy took in a deep breath, setting the teacup back on the porcelain saucer, when finally, he muttered “You don’t know who I am, do you, little girl?” For if she did, she wouldn’t have uttered those words, much less, even sip her tea so peacefully in his presence.

“Should I care?” she asked in mock concern, “All I know is that you’re a well dressed gentleman that’s got a nice deep voice.” Truly, that was all she looked for. If a man had a deep enough pocket and an ever deeper voice, she’d go weak in the knees, and she knew May wouldn’t associate herself with a man that didn’t have the former.

“Y/N Carleton, you’re truly a work of art, eh?” he chuckled, genuinely in awe of her intrepidity.

“Well, that amongst other things.” came her quick reply, flashing him a cheeky smile.

“Do you think she’ll notice? If were both absent from the table, that is.” he asked in reference to May, she sure as hell wouldn’t appreciate his advances towards her sister-in-law.

“Don’t you worry, Sir Ascot is a hard fellow to deal with, he’ll talk her ear off for hours.” she stated unconcerned as she took strode out of the room, glancing back at him.

“In fact, forget about the bedroom, there's a storeroom over there that’s unfrequented. God knows your staring is making me wild as it is.” She turned and left the room, the gentle sway of her hips beckoning him to follow her. And follow he did.

Thomas fucking Shelby following after a girl, his brothers would’ve had a field day had they learnt of it.

But he didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted her.

He wanted to fuck her till she screamed his name.

He wanted to fuck her till she couldn’t walk.

He wanted to fuck her till she was a crying mess.

The storeroom was quite spacious, like most of the rooms of this manor. But he wasn’t here to admire this. No. He came here for her. As soon as the latch to the door was shut closed, their lips crashed together.

Oh! He could have had her then and there, her lips were so incredibly soft and moulded with his so fucking perfectly. Her hands found themselves in his hair and she tugged lightly, making him crazy at her touch, while his hands kneaded her supple buttocks. She might’ve been slim, but she was certainly well endowed in just the right areas.

She soon broke the kiss and quickly worked to unbutton her dress, looking at him as he did, and that smile. That fucking smile of hers. Thomas didn’t know anyone more lovely than her.

She stripped down to her chemise, her garter bands visible underneath. He couldn’t control himself at the sight of her lovely frame. His hands soon brought the straps of her flimsy cover down, exposing her delicate brassiere which was also discarded on the floor.

She looked glorious standing in front of him, in just her garter bands and stockings. He would fuck her with those on he decided. The sight of her thighs in those were making the tent in his pants so painfully obvious.

She undid his suspenders, kneeling down as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his throbbing red cock from it’s tight restraints. She blushed a little at the obscene sight, sure she’d seen her fair share of cocks, but none as majestic as his. Tommy Shelby had drawn him to her because of his deep voice, but his huge cock, now that was a brilliant surprise. The London chaps she’d been with just couldn’t compare.

She licked the precum that was dripping from his tip, making him shudder in anticipation and little by little she licked the length of his entire shaft, making sure to drag her tongue along every crevice. She held her cock in both hands, it’s sheer size making her marvel. As Tommy looked down, the sight below him was eliciting a dark reaction inside of him, her little dainty fingers wrapped around his manhood. God! She looked so very small.

She sucked his cock, trying her best to take in as much as she could. She was diligent, for sure, doing her best to make him happy, taking small breaths, accommodating her throat for his dick and working her hands constantly along his shaft or his balls.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” he breathed out raspily. She was an angel.

An angel sent just to fuck him. He didn’t know any woman or whore that was doing the things she was. But here she was, a little thing like her milking his cock like a good girl.

He grabbed her hair, lightly bucking his hips inside of her mouth. She seemed to be suffocating almost, his big dick choking her. Almost.

“Just like that baby, just like that.”

Fuck! She was such a good girl, holding her cries till he released his load inside of her mouth. “Swallow.” he commanded. She was a glorious mess, doing as he commanded her.

Her eyes were watery, and her mouth was thoroughly abused, but she still looked at him with devotion laced in her beautiful eyes.

He lifted her off the ground and laid her on the table like surface. He spread her legs wide open with his hands and marveled at the sight. Her throbbing cunt, glistening in arousal looked so warm, so inviting. He kissed her on the lips once more and dove in to eat her out, but a small hand covered the entrance.

“She might be done soon, so, please just fuck me.” she cried, so obviously starved for him.

He wasted no time and rubbed her clit, making sure her entrance was slick enough, and she was, so incredibly wet for him. He lined his dick to the entrance of her pussy and thrusted lightly. Just the tip he moaned. Just the tip and she was already on the verge of tears.

“Just breathe, love. Just breathe for me, eh?” he cooed in her ear as his hips thrusted in small motions to enter her tight cave, rubbing her clit as he did. And then with a final thrust he entered her pussy.

God! She felt so good. Her tight walls caved around his cock, stimulating him in ways he didn’t think possible. His motions became faster as her cries became louder.

“Tommy!” she moaned over and over again, seemingly unable to formulate any coherent sentences, her brain clogged with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into her.

“You fit me so well, Y/N. I’m never letting go of you or your tight fucking pussy after this.” he moaned in her ear.

The constant slapping of skin and unbridled moans didn’t leave much to the imagination of the maids and butlers that might’ve overheard, but they didn’t care. All they knew was that they were nearing their release and it just felt so fucking good.

“Tommy, I’m close.” she managed to stumble out the words.

“Wait for me, love. You’re gonna cum when I tell you to.” he groaned as he fastened his pace, evidently nearing his release.

And with a final thrust, he whispered in her ear and they let go. They were quite the pair to look at. Him, with his trousers on the floor, his hands gripping onto her waists and his eyes never leaving hers and she, with her damn naked body, her tear streaked cheeks and her smudged lipstick.

Tommy gave her a sweet kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her naked body as they remained in the warm embrace. Their heartbeats were gradually returning to usual, and their panted breathing became steadier.

He retrieved a handkerchief from his pockets and delicately cleaned her sore entrance. The evidence of their lovemaking spilled lewdly on the floor; it was to be someone else’s problem, not theirs. He slipped the stained handkerchief into his pockets and helped her dress. She seemed incredibly satiated as she stared at him with sheer fondness in her eyes.

Tommy knew that he couldn’t let go of her now. Not after this.

She was his, even if she didn’t know it yet.

“We best get going now, love.” he told her as he waited for her to gather herself together.

“Wait, silly, you’ve got lipstick on your nose.” she giggled as she rubbed the scarlet red lipstick off for him, standing on the tip of her toes.

She moved to open the door, but her steps felt awkward. He chuckled at her attempt to walk and offered his hand so she may lean on him. The walk back to the table was interesting, with her uncharacteristic gait and lipstick that seemed to have been smudged clean, and his hair that had been slightly disheveled and lips that held the faintest smile.

Both looked nothing like they had a few moments prior. If the maids noticed the obvious change, they didn’t comment on it as they dutifully carried out their tasks, making the most possible effort to not offend the pair as they walked through the halls.

May arrived a few minutes later rambling about how much she would’ve loved to cut the call halfway, had Sir Ascot not been an influential member of the Board. She had been so engrossed in her rant that perhaps, she didn’t notice the obvious change in the mood.

She also didn’t notice the fact that Thomas Shelby’s eyes never once left her sister-in-law who insouciantly continued drinking her tea that was far too cold by now.

“Well, May, my stay here has been lovely, but I best get going now.” he uttered at last, the business back at home didn’t wait for no one, especially not for him to fuck posh girls.

“Indeed, I assume you must have your work cut out for you and oh! I forgot to tell you this morning that I’ve had your car stocked up with engine oil, so, it’ll be a smooth ride home.”

“Thank you for that, May.” he put on his coat and thanked her for her gracious hosting.

“Tommy.” she called out as he stepped into his vehicle. “Will I see you again?”

“I’m sure we’ll cross paths again, Miss Carleton.”

Miss not Mrs. because his eyes, as he spoke those words weren’t on the woman in front of him, but rather they were on the girl that stood at the doorway, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

Ah! That smile.

The drive home was brisk, his mind occupied with the image of her and that darn smile. He may have been back in Birmingham, but he knew that apart of his mind had been left behind with a particularly charming girl in the Carleton Estate.

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secretsecretbunny · 2 months

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Just friends: stray kids smau.

Get to know the characters/story set up.

pairing: lee minho x f!reader - roommate!skz.

genre: fluff, angst, smau, (maybe smut in the future idk yet, may have written parts as well) roommates au.

notes/set up: boys are non idols, but some still do music/dance + other jobs. they all live together in a big ass house that's owned by richboy!felix's family. chan, minho, changbin, and y/n were college friends. chan and felix are cousins. felix, hyunjin, han, seungmin, and innie were college friends. literally all college dropouts which is what they all bonded over. ended up living together by association basically. chan, bin, and han are still 3racha, and are known, just not famous.

↓about them↓

chan: nicknames- channie, dad, pops, paparacha, sometimes gets called chris but usually only when someone's mad/serious. producer for social media musicians/small time musicians, and 3racha. almost always at the studio. group dad. supportive, sweet, helpful, responsible, overworker, protective, peace keeper. loves his friends more than anything, also loves music, romcoms, running/jogging, working out with changbin. well off but not super rich.

minho: nicknames- min, catboy, grumpy, twinkle toes, dancing queen, loverboy, hoe. choreographer/dance instructor. cold on the outside, squishy in the middle. doesn't express his feelings well, but tends to be softer around y/n. loves cats, movie nights, night walks/drives, and true crime podcasts. social weed smoker and drinker. hardworker, sarcastic, flirty, funny, makes inappropriate jokes. he likes to pretend he doesn't care, but secretly does.

changbin: nicknames- binnie, bin, binbo, crybaby, muscle man, beefcake. personal trainer, duh. loud. straight up himbo. his appearance scares people but he's protective, kind, caring, and will cry at cute things/when he's happy. absolutely loves cute things, y/n's cooking, cheesy TV dramas, rapping, working out, and affection. all around soft boy until you piss him off.

hyunjin: nicknames- hyune, hyunnie bun, jinnie, gorgeous, rapunzel, punzie, bob ross. he's rich. also sells his art. sarcastic, blunt, artistic, boujie, addicted to shopping. also likes to pretend he doesn't care, but probably cares too much. loves painting, drawing, and being lazy with his friends. a little in love with felix, no one can tell if he's serious or not. will absolutely start painting on the walls, floors, or ceilings just because he can. everyone loves it though.

jisung: nicknames- hanji, ji, hannie, babygirl, smokeshow, bud, han yolo. does random odd jobs and makes a suspicious amount of money from it + sometimes streams with felix. stoner, great friend, supportive, anxious, hyper, has mad adhd, loves anime, rapping, and sweets. he's a little weird but in a good and cute way. loves sharing his weed with his friends. also loud.

felix: nicknames- lixie, lix, pixie, sunshine, golden boy, richy rich, brownie boy, angel. also just rich, part time streamer. literally sunshine ofc. social butterfly. always trying to drag y/n or one of the boys somewhere. sweet, generous, kind, happy, excitable, loves cute things, baking, video games, and also anime. him and ji bond over it.

seungmin: nicknames- seungminnie, minnie, puppy, bitch, dickhead, devil. luxury dog walker (started his own dog walking business). sarcastic, sometimes rude, easily annoyed, but overall a great friend. likes dogs more than people. protective af but tries to hide it. will 100% shut off his rude and sarcastic comments if his friends really need him. loves pranks, coffee, singing, writing, and scary movies.

jeongin: nicknames- innie, in, babyboy, coffee boy, bigmouth. barista at a fancy coffee shop. wants to make his own money and not live off of his wealthy parents. sweet, kind, generous, can be sarcastic when he wants to be. loves animals, coffee, video games, asmr, and singing. can't keep a secret to save his life. plays innocent but is definitely not. once smoked weed and and cried because he couldn't remember how to make a latte. never smoked again. he's the only one of the boys who calls y/n noona.

y/n: nicknames- bug, bubs, princess, tiny, sweetheart, pretty, feisty, attitude, noona. has lots of secrets and trauma. no one knows what she does for work. she refuses to tell the boys and any time they have tried to find out she catches on and puts a stop to it. they just know she's getting paid well. sweet, kind, funny, people pleaser, messy. has an attitude sometimes and can hold a grudge. when in a fight or flight situation it's 50/50. she'll either punch you in the face or run so far her legs turn to jelly. acts confident and bold: isn't. just a great actress. gets sad often but pretends she's not. loves cooking, ghibli movies, plants/flowers, cuddling, fire, and her friends. hates her family. smokes with ji a lot but is a social drinker. she grew up really poor so she tends to get anxious about spending money/people spending money on her. 100% gets princess treatment regardless.

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lunas-side-anime-blog · 3 months

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Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons

Armin version: HERE

Changed his major so. many. times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not a great student tbh

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

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

His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism

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

Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Really into anime, loves the boss fights

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

You know anything with a lot of fights or training

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still a dick tho

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

As your bf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now we both stinky, bitch.”

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

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

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

Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?

He'll flip you over and spank you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whose mainly all bark and no bite

(mostly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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leakyweep · 10 months

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Smoker x Afab!reader - Stress Relief - NSFW

A/N; I can’t stop thinking about this man railing me in his office so here... slides you this from under the table

Warnings: NSFW; MINORS DNI; afab reader, office sex, boss/assistant, degradation, creampie

Words; 0.6k

Being a Vice Admiral, Smoker needed a bit of help in the office. He had offered you the job after seeing your impressive skills you used to be Crocodile’s former accountant. Your organizational and time management skills were the best he’d seen; and he felt a sense of pride when he thought about how well his assistant performed.

Not to mention how beautiful you were; and how he noticed those longing stares you would drag down his exposed abs, to his belt- darting back up to his pupils with an innocent look. Smoker had his fair share of glances at your curves, the way your legs looked in those form-fitting pencil skirts, the way your breasts complimented that button up and blazer you always donned.

Never in a million years did you think Smoker would act on his feelings, nor yourself with those butterflies that lived in your stomach when around him. However; it had been a long day. Much paperwork to do after the War of the Best, surprisingly. Tensions were high, and the sexual rigidity between you two had only grown with your stress.

So here you were, legs wrapped around his strong abdomen, taking his thick cock with desperation as your drenched pussy filled the room with delicious squelching noises that only encouraged the man to pound into you deeper and harder. He cursed at the way your gushy walls choked his dick, making his head throb with need deep inside your core. The two cigars hanging from his lips looked as if they would snap under the bite of his teeth.

Your hands braced against the laminated wood of his desk, your button-up completely destroyed as Smoker gripped it; he pulled it apart as a splay of buttons fell to the floor to grab one of your perked nipples. A soft whimper left your mouth at the feeling of his digits squeezing your sensitive bud and the delicious stretch of his thick, veiny cock pumping in and out of your cunt, which was now pulsing around his length.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you slut,” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to drop the weight of his chest against yours. “I bet you’ve dreamed of this cock fucking into you right here, on this desk. Don’‘t lie to me; have you been having dirty thoughts of your boss?” His voice was stark and commanding but also dripping in honey as his paced quickened, pounding into your dripping pussy with no mercy. The thick fingers of his free hand reached down between your sweaty bodies, placing two of them on your hardened pearl to push you over the edge.

“Mmhmm, needed you,” you whimpered. Smoker just let out a quiet yet menacing hum, relishing in the way you mewled at the feeling of his girthy length pistoning in and out of you. He picked you up from the desk, using his strength to bounce your weeping cunt on his pulsing dick. You could feel a guttural moan escape the back of your throat, almost as if it were a warning for your impending orgasm. Lewd smacks from your hips bouncing on his cock filled the office, and he knew anyone that walked by would know exactly what he and his sexy assistant were up to.

“Smo-Smoker-san!” You cried out, nodding as tears pricked your eyes at the intense orgasm that overtook your core, the pulsing and dragging of your walls against his cock making him groan. He threw his head back as thick spurts of his spend painted the inside muscles of your cunt, feeling deliciously warm inside even as he pulled out after letting his cum sit inside your pussy.

He watched in disdain as his cum started to drip down your leg, and you jolted at the feeling of his fingers stuffing back inside your entrance. “Don’t waste any of this.” Your eyes rolled back at the slight overstimulation, your body jerking as shockwaves reverberated from your core.

You both knew while this was the first time this had happened, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

#smoker x reader #smoker x reader smut #smoker smut #one piece #smoker one piece smut #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction

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rhaenzokla · 3 months

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Smoke In My Lungs

Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader (separately)

Summary: Stoner Boyfriend head canons and blurb

CW: teasing from Gojo (ofc), sexual innuendo in Toji's blurb.

Suguru Geto

Sweet Suguru would be a wake and baker and a night-time puffer.

As soon as his eyes are open in the morning, he's reaching for his grinder and bong.

His bong is his prized possession of his smoking materials.

It's dark blue with black accents wiping all around the triangular base and long neck.

It has a wide hole as he prefers to stick his lips in the opening instead of over the lip.

He defiantly loves to put on some lo-fi in the background as he smokes.

He will absolutely smoke on his own if he can't find anyone to share his stash with, but he prefers a group setting.

He loves the bond between sharing bud and telling/listening to some vulnerable stories.

He's generous with his stash as well (except for Satoru).

One of his friends, or worse, you, doesn't have anymore stash left?

He's bagging up some from his own stash for you to take with you, but only after he smokes you out, that is.

At night, he's smoking bowl after bowl to get ready for sleep.

He's an insomniac with his work, so smoking before always helps him sleep.

Imagine his shirtless frame waking you up from the bubbling sound of his first pull of the morning, smiling at you as he releases the smoke from his lungs. "Want some, baby? It's gooooood." he asks as he waves the bong lightly in front of you. "It's 7am, Suguru, of course I want some." you playfully bite out as you sit up in the bed, taking the bong from him and slowly taking a hit. His lungs are far more used to being abused so early in the morning than yours so you take your time. His eyes droop lowly as the affects of the drug start to take over, making his heart calm and mind slow. You cuddle up into his side and block his arm in the process. "How am I supposed to hit this when you're laying on my arm baby girl?" he asks with a slight aggravated smirk. "Just light the bowl and I'll pull it for you." You're pretty sure you saw hearts in his eyes at your words and he instantly sparks up the lighter, setting to the bowl. You carefully watch the chamber as to not let it get too opaque, pulpit for him as he takes in the hit. He hums softly as he releases the smoke and kisses your head. "I think I just fell in love with you all over again..." He smiles and goes in for an actual kiss, you can taste the left over residue on his tongue. "Why?" you ask, genuinely confused." "Only stoners will know why you touched my heart just now. You'll get there in no time." He chuckles and hands you the bong.

Satoru Gojo

Satoru would be the smoker who will whip out a joint just about anytime he can, especially after any inconvenience.

As you might've guessed, Gojo's medium is joints.

He loves the classic Raw 1.5s but he also loves splurging on flavoured papers, as well as flower wraps.

He has a light blue Bic lighter that he keeps in the inside pocket of his sorcerer jacket.

He used to carry his joints in an altoids container to try and hide the smell before you, his loving girlfriend decided to gift him joint tubes.

Now its smell proof, and he doesn't have to walk around smelling like spicy baby powder anymore.

He can easily finish a joint by himself in 10 minutes or less.

While he enjoys a group sesh, he'd much rather smoke alone or with his partner.

Will only share his stash with you and Suguru, unless they can pay for their share.

Loves shotgunning with you, no surprise here, he loves teasing you, after all.

What better way to do that than to get your lips impossibly close and get the remnants of smoke he allows you to have.

Satoru had just finished up work for the day and he's making his way down the street, smoking a joint. He was meeting you for dinner at a little shoppe at the corner of this road. it hadn't been long since you had made your way to the dining space either, bumping into him on the way. "Funny seeing you here." He says with a smirk, joint lit and realising a thin line of smoke in its wake. "Were meeting for dinner, literally, right now." You chuckle because you knew he was teasing. "Hmm. I remember now... this shit is pretty good, want some?" His head tilts down towards you to gauge your reaction as he takes a slow drag. When you nodded, he pulled the perfectly burned joint from his lips and placed it against your own, his fingers touching your cupids bow in the process, sending shivers down your neck. He chuckled lightly as he pulled away and a light couch left your lips from the potency of the hit. "Let's eat and then I'll teach you how to hit this properly, maybe ill even teach you to shotgun." he finished off the joint as you both made your way to the restaurant, hand in hand.

Kento Nanami

This man, is in no way, shape or form, a stoner.

HOWEVER, he does enjoy a good edible when work gets rough, and a celebratory bowl from his pipe he has just for the occasion.

Now, normally when I say bowl or pipe, you're probably thinking of a glass blown bowl or a titanium two-hitter, but no.

His father passed his tobacco pipe down to him when he passed and since Nanami liked the taste of tobacco even more than Mary Jane, he uses it exclusively for his celebratory bowls.

What celebrations he might break it out for is an engagement announcement, baby announcement, death of someone, and/or birthdays (under certain circumstances)

His favourite type of edible is gummies. They're easier to eat without leaving a residue in his mouth, and its not overly sweet.

He'll definitely take his edible in whatever way you want to make them, but he doesn't have a big sweet tooth, but he'll eat anything you make for him.

"Hey baby! Welcome home!" You smiled wide as your boyfriend walked into the kitchen. "How was work?" He smiles at you, immediately brightening his day. "Not so bad now, Angel." He pulls you into his chest for a quick hug before he realises what he smells. Marajuana and sugar flood his nose after he realises its there. "What ya making, sweetheart?" you can see his nostrils flare slightly as he takes in the smells. "Just some chocolate chip cookies for you. wanted to try a new recipe and since we have that trip coming up soon, I thought that now would be the best time to try it. They should be ready any min-" you were cut off by the timer on the oven, you pull the cookies out and let them set. Two hours and two cookies, for each of you, later and you are relaxing in each others arms on the couch with a random movie on in the background. Both of your eyes start drooping as you slowly drift off in each others arms. Maybe you only need one cookie next time. This recipe is really good.

Toji Fushiguro

This man right here, is the king of stoners.

Bitch is broke because he spends all his money on upping his stash.

He ONLY smokes blunts and wraps. Mofo will pack that shit tight.

And know that he will be using the stash he dropped on his couch two days ago to fill in the gaps.

He can't afford to let any of it go to waste.

He has a four compartment grinder and he waits until he's done with his oz to open the kief collector and smoke a kief only blunt.

He smokes in the morning, during the day, at night before he sleeps, he'll even wake up in the middle of the night and roll another blunt.

Expects you to have your own stash if you wanna smoke with him, no charity cases with him. Even for you, pookie.

Will smoke in a group setting, but he not sharing, and he's the only one allowed to roll.

Rolls fat dubies that take forever to smoke because he packs those shits hella tight.

Makes sure his shit burns slow to make it last.

Toji grumbles under his breath as you make your way down the street, towards a shoppe you wanted to stop by for some time now. "You don't have to come in, babe. Just stay out here, ill be just a second." You smiled sweetly at the tall, fit figure looming over some poor kid that was sitting at the bench closest to the store. The kid instantly booked it when he realised Toji was going to sit and wait for you. He waits deadass two minutes before he gets impatient and pulls out his smoking case, pulling a pre wrapped blunt from the sleeve, holding it in his mouth like a cigarette as he flicks his lighter, carefully lighting the dark brown blunt. He's half way done with it by the time you return back to him, bags in your hands. "See you couldn't wait for me?" You look at him with a fake pout. He stands, taking your hand in his and walking towards your shared apartment. "This is the blunt with just my stash. We can crack our shared one open at home. Then maybe I can crack something else after with those clothes in your bag." He snickers as he pulls one side of your bag open to see a set of lingerie. "Who said I bought this for you?" you snicker evilly as his eyes darkened and stayed silent the rest of the way home. You knew what you were doing, and he knew it too.

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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[ panacea for the smokers ] okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader

♡ contains: 780+ words. MDNI, smut, shotgunning, smoking, oral sex, cunnilingus, yuuta is a smoker, face riding, tongue fucking

♡ summary: Two things, there are two things you hate about Yuuta – and yet those things couldn't help but render you helpless against him.

♡ end note: repost from my yuuta’s weeklong birthday bash on ao3. I LOST THE SMOKING YUUTA FAN ART 😭😭 and I'm so stressed with midterms so I need this yuuta rn

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There's two things you hate about Yuuta.

The first one is his addiction with cigarettes – how his usual routine is entirely made up of a cigarette caught between his lips, a cigarette between his fingers, the musty smell of a newly lit cigarette wafting through the air – it sickens you, both from the way it makes your stomach churn from the foul odor and the way he seems unbothered.

Just like any other day, today he's on his second pack of cigarette – of course you have the choice to stop him, but honestly speaking, you found it incredibly hot to the point that you're blaming the stench of the cigarette sticking into your sense of smell and possibly permeating your way of thinking.

“I thought I told you to quit smoking?” placing your phone into the bedside table, you let your eyes wander into his face.

Such defined features being obscured by your hatred of the thing in between his lips, concealed with the disgusting after scent of nicotine – Yuuta lets out a breathy laugh, chest heaving, he sound so fucking hot.

Smoke curled from his lips, dissipating into the cold silent room, he had the gall to look at you entertained, as if he wasn't the one who's deteriorating his health. “And I told you, either you find something to keep my mouth busy or I'll continue smoking.”

He stares at you mockingly, a way of saying ‘make me’ – it irks you that he could be this bold and confident at a time like this. That despite your sincere attempt to help him with his obsession, he brushes you off like you're the one who's in the wrong.

“You don't get it do you?”

“Not at all, what is there to understand?”

Patience starts to vanish from your body, annoyance painted all over your face, he isn't really willing to give up. Not even a sign that he's willing to back out at this silly little game. Fuck this guy.

You tilted your head to the side, irritation weighing down on you, keeps stacking up at the top of your head, like any moment it'll come tumbling down.

“You're really testing my patience.” He took a long drag at his cigarette, leaning close to your face, foreheads and nose touching.

Yuuta blew the puff of smoke into your face, “Oh yeah? and what are you gonna do about it hm?”

The second thing you hate about Yuuta? His mouth.

Yuuta's arms circle your waist, pinning you down harder on his face, keeping you in place.

You can't move, couldn't. He's much more powerful than you are, much stronger than you. Your mind is gradually losing it's sanity, pleasure and ecstasy filling you to the brim.

His tongue is thrusting in and out of your cunt languidly, slowly, unpredictable – he'll push his tongue all the way, only for him to remove it afterwards.

It's making you insane, making you lose every fiber of your being, it's making you lose your grip on what is happening around you.

The ticking of the clock, the sounds your aircon is making – you can't see or hear clearly anymore. Yuuta, Yuuta, Yuuta – he's the only thing on your mind, his tongue is the only thing your mind could only take a hold of.

You can't move, can't when he still has a hard grip on you. Your hips couldn't grind on his face, couldn't seem to be content with just him slurping and nipping your bud — you wanted more but he doesn't let you. You want everything but he's not willing to indulge you just yet.

“Y-yuu please” you don't know what you're begging for, maybe for him to let you move freely or for him to keep eating you out – or perhaps, to fuck you now, to stop eating you out and get to the main event already.

“Ah, ah, ah, silly girl this is what you want right? This is what you thought of to make me stop smoking right?”

He wasn't wrong, you joked about it a couple of times – you never meant it as a suggestion, more like a harmless little joke.

But you aren't going to lie, weren't saying that you didn't enjoy this one bit. It's the complete opposite.

“Don’t worry pretty, I'll make sure to not smoke anymore, just gonna eat this pussy out from now on.”

In many more ways than one, you hate his mouth – both from him saying such ridiculous words, the way he opens his mouth to make you flustered and embarrassed — to the way his mouth does wonders on your cunt, to your lips, to your body, your skin.

But to be honest?

You don't really hate those two things about him, well not anymore.

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Daddy’s Smoker

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2172

Warnings: smoking cigs, mentions of weed, strap sucking, strap on use, public sex, daddy kink, top!Nat, degrading, praising, nicknames, blowjobs (N receiving), stoner Nat, kinda college AU

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The sound of beeping horns and tires running against the ground filled your ears. You could hear the loud engine of what you guessed was a motorcycle from four stories away. You sat on your girlfriends' lap, her arms laced tightly around you. Even with her strong arms that could bring anyone to the ground, it felt like a teddy bear holding you. Her cigarette smoke clouded up your mind and face, you blew it away with a swipe of your hand that caused her to chuckle. She knew you hated when she smoked, you knew the dangers and never wanted her to end up sick.

“Can you please blow that out already? It smells disgusting.” You coughed three times to be exact. You never liked having smoke near you, it was too risky to breathe it in and damage your own health.

“I have something else you can blow.” You rolled your eyes at her cheesy joke, turning your head to look at her. She smiled, clearly proud of her statement.

“What? Oh, c’mon, that was funny and you know it.” You brushed her off and rested your head in her neck, her soft red locks tickling your face. She kissed your cheek, leaving her lips to linger on the skin for just a moment. You enjoyed sweet moments like this where nothing else in the world mattered, not the bills that you needed to pay for your crappy apartment. Not the fact that you could barely even afford it. Only this, feeling your one true love holding you tightly yet softly and never letting go.

“It’s so nice out tonight, the breeze is fabulous,” Nat said. “I’m so glad we were able to watch the sunset tonight, it was beautiful.” You hummed in agreement, feeling the tiredness of the day catching up to you.

“But, I think there’s only one thing more beautiful than the sunset tonight; you.” You smiled, letting out a small laugh at her pickup line that she probably found off of Google.

“Very cute, Natty.” She hummed a medley into your skin, it sounded familiar but you couldn’t wrap your finger around it. She noticed the way you shivered and goosebumps erupted upon your skin. She lifted you up an inch, only to sit you back down onto her lap as you were now enwrapped in her leather jacket.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Don’t worry about me, darling, I’ll be fine. Plus, you already warm my heart every second of every day.” She grabbed your hands, kissing the backs of them and smirking while admiring the small blush on your face that definitely wasn’t from the cold.

“Oh shut up!” You laughed out, moving in closer as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and rested her head on top of yours. Your head rested on her neck once more, savoring the mixed smell of weed and cologne that laced her body. The table next to you held the cigarette tray already filled with ashes and buds of the disgustingly addicting taste.

“All those cars make so much noise. And that full moon is so distracting. The neighbors arguing again is so, so annoying and agitating. And no matter what’s happening around me, all I can think about is you. All I can see is you. All I can hear is you. All I can focus on is you. And all I want is you.” You could tell by the way she bit her lip that those sweet words weren’t the only thing she had on her mind. You moved your body so your nose brushed against hers, your arms wrapping around her neck as your legs did the same to her waist. She moved her hands down to your lower back, begging to dip them into your pants and squeeze the soft skin beneath them. Your center was placed directly above her own. When you lightly moved your hips, you could feel your favorite toy poking you. You hadn’t even realized that she was packing, only focusing on this sweet moment you got to share with your girlfriend.

“God, you’re so perfect. Your body is so gorgeous, fits perfectly in my hands. And these eyes, fuck I could stare into them all day. And as much as I’m trying to hold back, it’s so damn tempting to just slap this perfect ass of yours.” Her voice was a deep, breathy tone as she slowly moved you back and forth. She connected her lips with yours, letting your tongue swirl around and taste the tobacco flavor sitting in her mouth. She guided your pants off, the cooled air hitting your skin. The pretty pink panties you wore just for her were on display. She looked down, her forehead brushing against yours as she lipped the smirk covering her face.

“You wore these just for me, hm?” You nodded, hiding your nervousness to the best of your ability. She saw right past you.

“Hey, you’re so beautiful, doll. I think it’s so hot you wore these just for me. Were you waiting for me to get home in this?” Your nod confirmed her question. Her fingers traced your pantie line, going to rub your clit through the undergarments. You twitched in her hold, grasping her biceps and feeling the muscle clench.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees, darling.” You listened, rushing to get off of her and do as she said. You knew your knees would most likely be marked with bruises after this due to the cement beneath you. You longed for her fingers to touch you again, hoping she’d continue if you were good for her.

She ran the head of her faux cock against your lips, stuffing your mouth the second you opened them. You sucked on the tip as if she could actually feel it, nearly moaning at the way she threw her head back. Her hand ran through your hair, pulling you closer and making you choke and gag on her.

“That’s my good girl, so fucking sexy.” Tears ran down your face, being wiped away by Nat’s thumb. She admired the way you took her with care, leaving trails of spit behind. When she pulled you off, you chased back after her, missing the way she left a bulge in your throat and cheeks.

“You take me so well, darling, ‘m so proud of you.” You smiled at her praises. “Come here, let me make you feel good.” Before you could sit down on her lap, she stood up. She turned you around by your waist, bending you over the railing and running her hands along your back. You could see everyone from afar, all the cars and druggies crowding the streets.

“You like knowing that anyone could look up and see my girl slutting herself out for me? You think they’ll wanna watch? Watch the way you take me so well?” You shook your head, pushing yourself back into her and feeling her cock line up with your hole. You were dripping, your panties being ripped and thrown off to the side as she grew desperate. You wondered if it was the drugs in her system making her so hot and bothered but you loved it either way.

“Fuck, baby girl, I need you so bad.” She leaned over your body, catching a whiff of the shampoo she loved. She wrapped one hand around her strap, giving your neck a long peck to distract you from the painful stretch. You bit your lip, almost causing blood to trickle down your chin with how harshly your teeth sank into it.

“Nat!”

“That’s not my name, slut.” Her palm connected with your ass exactly four times, her eyes trailing down to watch the way a small red mark grew. She made a mental note to put some healing cream on that later.

“Fuck! I-I’m sorry.” The burning sensation was starting to pass as you focused on the pleasurable feeling of her filling you up. You wished she had a real dick so that she could actually fill you up with her cum, it was a fantasy you both shared. She dreamed of getting you pregnant and making you swallow her load. The thought alone of cumming inside of you over and over until you were dripping down your thighs made her soak her boxers. And the image of your throat being painted with her cum and dribbling down your lips or chin always made her so horny to the point she had to leave work just to catch her breath.

You felt the base hit your back legs, you’ve never taken this much. You knew she loved stretching you out, but she had always gone easy on you. Now, she was making you take her to the brim and it felt fucking amazing.

“God, this sweet pussy is taking me so well. You feel so good clenching around me, baby.” She knew how much you loved it when she acted like she could actually feel it, like she could feel the way your warmth invaded her senses.

“C-can I move now?”

“God, yes! Please, please fuck me, daddy.” Hearing the title you gave her made her groan, leaning herself back up and holding your waist as she started a slow yet hard pace. It took everything she had inside her to not ruin you right then and there. She let you get used to her length before speeding up.

“Look at you, my perfect little slut getting bent over and fucked by daddy. I bet you don’t even care that anyone could see you like this. You like it, don’t you?” Your mouth shot open, forming an O shape. Your eyelids closed shut as your vision went black, your mind becoming filled with thoughts of your girlfriend. You couldn’t stop thinking about what she would do to you. How her fingers would feel inside of you or on you. The way she’d moan into your mouth when you rode her. The way the strap brushed against her clit just perfectly to make her cum for you. Everything about her just made you get closer and closer to the edge.

She couldn’t hold back, it was too tempting to just ruin you completely in that moment. Her hand made its way to your clit, rubbing the bud at an unimaginable speed, making you squirm in her strong grip. She wasn’t going to let go of you anytime soon, she wanted you to break in her arms. She wanted to watch as you lost control and came for her.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I can go much longer. ‘M gonna cum for you, I want you to make a mess all over daddy’s cock, okay? You gonna make daddy proud and cum for her?” There wasn’t any room to deny her, you knew you were close. It felt too good having her inside of you like this, her cock traveling deep in your tight hole to make you feel ungodly amounts of pleasure.

“Please, daddy, gonna cum! Daddy feels so good, I need to cum, please!” Your body spasmed as you finally let yourself go, squirting all over her hand and cock. Her fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit, even when you finished.

“That’s it, good girl, baby. Such a beautiful girl for daddy, making such a mess all over me.” She had reached the edge, cumming with you and throwing her head back as she escaped the awfulness of reality and joined the world of pleasure.

“Fuck, you like when daddy cums for you? You like knowing how turned on she gets from this sweet pussy and this perfect body?” Each word was jagged and mumbled as her ability to form a complete sentence left. You weren’t any better, your body was filled with the sweet aroma of your girlfriend, nothing more and nothing less. She could feel the warmth coming off of your body, it was as if you were a burning candle in the cold night. You both have forgotten all about the view, the fact that anyone could see you right here and right now. She was a naturally jealous and possessive person, but the image of anyone being able to see you being fucked out and used by her was the best feeling. She wanted everyone to know you were hers, and she’d do anything to prove that.

“You’re my precious girl, you got that? My only girl, my only true love. Now, why don’t you have a little smoke? It will make you feel so good, I promise.” The tip of her cigarette poked at your lips, begging to be held by them. You let her, opening your mouth slightly to take a small drag and almost immediately feeling the smoke travel down your body.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it? I knew you would’ve given in eventually, all it took was some convincing and I had you smoking just like your daddy.”

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sabosbabygirl · 1 month

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The smell of his cigar filled my nose as I felt him penetrate deep inside my wet pussy. His big hands smacked my ass hard as the tip of his cock gently hit my g spot. I moaned; it was only a matter of time until we were fucking madly and leaving a hot mess all over the bed.

🚬Daddy’s Home🚬

Me x Smoker (its written in 1st person)

NSFW, +18, Sex, Smut

Easy read; 1.2k words

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He has been gone for some time and the thought of having my big man back not only made my heart happy but my pussy pulse with anticipation. “I’m home” sex was honestly one of our favorites. It was gently but always ended rough. His stamina was much greater and his build up was so much that once he released, he didn’t stop. I bite my lip thinking about being filled beyond the brim.

“Where’s my beautiful woman at?”, my thoughts are quickly broken by the sound of his voice and the scent of his cigars. Before I could process or stand, he quickly sweeps me up in his big arms and pulls me to his chest. I burry my face in his neck, kissing him gently at his sweet spot. He rumbles lowly, “You just can’t wait can you, my little minx,” he removes his cigar, and his lips press hard against mine. His lips are rough, and his tongue slips into my mouth quickly dancing with mine. The taste of his hickory cigar floods my taste buds and causes my brain to fog. I moan into his mouth wrapping my arms around his neck in attempt to pull his face further to mine. His grips my face with his hand, strongly but carefully not to burn me with the cigar. I groan and speed up the kiss, moving my tongue faster against his. Smoker pulls away but keeps face merely inches from mine, “Mmm patience my Angel,” he smiles, “Patience” his lips kiss my forehead as he slowly starts walking into the bedroom, carrying me bridal style while he puts his cigar back in his mouth, smirking.

🌶️In the Bedroom🌶️

He carries me to the bed and lays me down, but instead of getting on top of me and taking me, he backs away and leans against the bedpost.

“Since you’re so impatient little minx, how about you show me how wet you are for me. Go on…play with yourself,” he smirks and puffs his cigar. I stare at him with wide eyes, “you want m- “, “What’s wrong? Don’t act all innocent on me baby. I know you play with yourself when I’m not around. Show me. I wanna see your beautiful fingers fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” He smirks and takes another puff of his cigar, licking his lips slightly.

I blush as my hands remove my pants and panties. His eyes look at my pussy; the desire building as he puffs his cigar more. I place my fingers between the folds of my pussy and slowly move my clit up and down. I bite my lip as I already feel my body twitching with anticipation and arousal. “Mmm that’s my girl. Rub your clit faster. I want you squirting before I enter..” his words were music to my ears. I moaned and moved my fingers faster against my clit. The heat rising throughout my body.

Smoker’s arousal heightens as he watches my fingers play with my clit. His cock erecting in his pants. He puffs his cigar, “Mmm there you go. Stick those beautiful fingers inside; I wanna hear how wet your pussy is,” his voice soft but demanding.

I bit my lip, “Yes daddy,” I moan as I slide my fingers inside my pussy. The wetness making sloshing sounds as I gently push my fingers in and out. A tiny bit of wetness leaks from my pussy onto the sheets, “Fuck,” he whispers while watching. His hands slowly undo his belt and pushes down his pants. His erect cock springs up and the tiniest bit of precum leaks from the tip.

I stare at his cock and moan louder, moving my fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster. “Mmm Smoker,” I yell as my pussy squirts my fingers out and liquid flows out. My body twitches and before I can react anymore, I feel myself being flipped to my stomach and my legs lifted.

Smoker brings my legs up to his waist, “Just how I like you…soaking wet and ready for me.” The smell of his cigar filled my nose as I felt him penetrate deep inside my wet pussy. His big hands smacked my ass hard as the tip of his cock gently hit my g spot. I moaned; it was only a matter of time until we were fucking madly and leaving a hot mess all over the bed.

“God I love your noises,” he grunts as he slowly but with much force plunges his cock back inside me. My pussy walls tighten around his massive cock; his head hitting my g spot again but harder. “Smoker, I’m so-“ “Tight…” he groans and slaps my ass again. His hands massage my thighs as he continues thrusting in and out, slow but hard causing me to feel another orgasm rising.

“FASTER,” I yell before burying my face into the pillow. Smoker says nothing but I know he is grinning. He grips my thighs tightly causing me to squirm slightly and he rams his hips harder and faster into me. The gentleness is now gone and his own desire to have me cum over his cock takes a hold of him. I feel my pussy wall stretch wider and wider, taking in his entire girth. My g spot aching against his tip; begging to be released.

I scream his name in the pillow louder and louder. As much as I wish my screams where muffled, I know he can hear them. “That’s it, scream my name louder. Fuck, it drives me crazy,” he grunts loudly as the sounds of our hips slapping fills the room.

“DADDY!!” I yell as I feel my warm liquid cover his cock and my hips twitch. “Yes baby!! Yess,” he moans as he drives his hips further in and pulling all the way out to see his cock covered in my white, thick cum. “Fucking hell,” he moans in a whisper tone. He thrusts his cock with so much force that I feel like he rearranged my guts. I moan and cry out into the pillow, “Please cum daddy..please.”

“Oh God~” he moans as he thrusts once more, plunging deep inside me. I feel his seed explode all over the walls of my pussy. “MMMM,” he moans as he keeps his cock inside and slowly lowers my legs to the bed. He pulls out and watches my pussy drip of the mixture of our cums. He smiles and rolls to the side of his bed, putting his now finished cigar out in the ash tray.

I feel his big arms grab me and pull me to his chest. “You are always so impatient,” he whispers while stroking my hair and lighting another cigar. I look up at him and smile while he eyes me down, “I’ll give you 5 minutes of rest, then we go for round two….cowgirl,” he grins pulling me onto his lap, his cock erect again.

This is going to a long, bumpy night.

#smut #one piece smut #one piece #one piece smoker #smoker smut #one piece smoker smut #smoker x me #smoker x reader #anime smut

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yandere-sins · 10 months

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do you have any ideas about yandere simon ghost riley? i know you've wrote headcannons before, and i LOVED them, but i was wondering about toxic yandere ghost, who smokes and uses it against you.

he knows you hate the smell. the way it fills the airs aroma, running up your nostrils causing you to scrunch your face up in disgust. coughing when he forces you to smoke one with him, or burning it against skin, scarring your body with burns whilst holding you still and degrading you?

feel free to ignore this if you're not interested, i dont mind !

Mhmmmm, I hear ya. That's awful, I love it! As someone who quit smoking, this would truly be torture for me. Thanks for requesting :3

Warning for slightly sexual content and addiction mention

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♡ There are many ways to upset you, and Ghost only does them to get a rise out of you and have a reason to punish you afterward. It's just so cute to see you struggle and fight him, only to realize with tears in your eyes that you can't do anything against him. You'd pound your fists into his chest, only to let those hands fall to your sides defeatedly as he ignores you, not even seeing you as a real threat. He loves you a little more every time you realize that submissiveness is the only way out of his bad treatment. And you are amply rewarded for giving up—if you want or not.

♡ You're so often attacked by Ghost's smokey kisses that you're suffering nicotine withdrawal if he doesn't smoke around you for a while. He'll be having you on his lap, blowing the smoke all around you before taking a drag from the cigarette, letting it sink to his lungs before forcing your head back and releasing it as he pries your lips open for a kiss, nothing sweeter than the smoke and his tongue playing with yours. All just so he can rub your back as you cough and gag afterward, the sounds music to his ears.

♡ And look at you all fidgety from your withdrawal. It's a perfect time for his teasing, questioning if you're okay or if you need him so desperately you can't help but be nervous around him. "There's always the cigarette after," he tells you as he pats his lap, cock tenting his pants as he waits for you to take the initiative. You know you might feel better afterward, but it comes at a hefty price of your dignity and even more addiction.

♡ Only when you refuse him is when things turn sour. He could put you over his knees and smack you as a punishment, but where's the fun in that when he can force you to drop your pants and put your rear in position so he can put his cigarettes out on it whenever he's finished? It doesn't matter where you two are, you are his designated ashtray, and you better act like it, or he'll not care who sees the burns on your tender backside.

♡ Alternatively, he'll tell you to hold his cig, putting it between your lips while he has a serious conversation or hangs out with his friends. Pretending to totally forget about you still having his unfinished cigarette between your teeth, holding on to it desperately as you know the punishment that will await you if you drop it. He made you eat buds from the ground once. That was enough to put fear in your mind. However, as the cigarette burns out, the ash falling on your body, burning you, making you flinch, it's not that easy to keep a cool head and ignore the stinging, disgusting taste on your tongue until Ghost decides he wants the cig back. Your struggles are his amusement, and you grinding over his lap is his reward after a long day.

♡ You can always decide to pick up a habit. But if you choose to become a smoker, be prepared to only ever put in your mouth the things Ghost gives you and nothing else. No one will ever lend you a cigarette and fire even when you need it desperately, knowing they are in for a bad time if they do. And if Ghost decides to put you on a deliberate withdrawal… good luck.

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whohasthecards · 3 months

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Diners and Late Nights (CH 1)

Ch 1/Ch 2 (Work and Distractions)

Hangman slipped out of the crowded bar, leaving the chorus of celebrating aviators behind him, and started walking towards the Boardwalk. It was quiet, no tourists this time of the year, so barely anyone was milling around. Shops closed, light from dying lamp posts, the beach dark.

He got far enough that the bar was a blip in the distance. He reckoned by the time he got back, most of his classma- former classmates would have gone home to wherever. The bar doors closed for the night.

He leaned his forearms at the railing, hearing the waves crash on the beach, but only see glimpses of the water due to the moon’s reflection. He sighed as he pulled out a new pack of cigarettes, unwrapping them and pulling one out.

He brought one between his teeth and lit it with a lighter, his other hand blocking the wind. He took a slow deep drag, held it in, breath again, 5 seconds, and out. He watched the smoke dissipate in the air, before he brought the cig to his lips again.

He won Top Gun.

After all those weeks of intense training. All these past few years in the Navy. All the years he spent studying, working, and training his ass off. He got the trophy. He should have been elated. He was, he swear he was, but all he felt was, nothing.

When his name was called he felt elated, as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders, relief. He smiled, laughed with Javy as he hooked an arm around his shoulder. Shook hands. Gave a grin and sarcastic remarks to his cohort.

It died down.

Not the noise. Never the bright lives of the people around him, smiling, laughing, celebrating. From the classrooms, hangar, to the bar. All of them were celebrating, and he was smiling too, but it felt forced. Everything around him felt out of focus, as if he wasn’t fully there. Going through the motions of getting inside his truck and driving to the bar. Ordering a beer, but letting it get cold and stale.

He won.

He felt relieved.

Then nothing.

He looked up, the sky was devoid of any stars, the moon was bright though.

He pulled out his phone, and opened the messaging app.

He scrolled down and pressed on his Dad’s contact.

Stilted conversations. Unsolicited advice or criticisms. One word answers. Last message was sent 6 weeks ago.

He closed the chat.

Javy was probably back at the barracks sleeping. He had an early flight tomorrow.

Hell, he was pretty sure everyone else had an upcoming flight.

He took another drag of a cigarette.

He hoped that winning Top Gun would mean they could expedite his deployment. Better to have something to do, right?

He closed his eyes and leaned forward, groaning as he ran a hand through his hair with his other hand.

“A penny for your thoughts, Lieutenant Seresin?” a voice asked and Jake turned around

It took him a second to realise who it was, he’d never seen Admiral Simpson in regular clothing.

“Sir,” he said, straightening up, stubbing his cigarette on the railing.

“At ease, Lieutenant,” Cyclone drawled, walking to lean on the railing beside him. “I’m not in uniform, and we’re off the clock. No need for formalities right now.”

Jake hesitantly nodded, throwing the cigarette bud away in a trashcan nearby.

“Didn’t think of you as a smoker,” Cyclone started casually.

“Not usually one, first time in months,” Seresin said, shrugging.

“A celebration for winning Top Gun?”

“Nah, ‘just needed to clear my head.”

“Hmm, I get that, you’ll be needing a lot of those times when you go up the ranks in the Navy, try not to rely on that thing too much.”

Jake felt a flash of irritation, “I don’t smoke a lot. Anyways,” Seresin said before giving the older man a smirk, “You think I’ll go up the ranks, Admiral? That seems like a compliment.”

Cyclone simply grunted in response. “That attitude will both help and curse you up the ranks.”

Seresin simply shrugged, “I know.”

“You know, I got your deployment request,” Cyclone started, making Jake stiffen.

“Yeah?” Jake said, trying to play it casually. He wished he didn’t snub out his cigarette, but he wasn’t rude enough to smoke in front of someone who wasn’t smoking.

“Pretty early timeline, don’t you think?”

“Got nothin’ better to do,” Jake said, shrugging. “Top Gun’s over, time to move-on to the next thing, right, sir?”

Cyclone gave him a look that made Jake hunch his shoulders before straightening up, “What?” He said glaring.

“I probably should have expected it, but I did not think you were a workaholic, Lieutenant.” Simpson said coolly.

Seresin shrugged, “I like to keep busy, sir, what else would I do?”

“Hmmm, you like breakfast Lieutenant.”

Jake looked at the admiral with a raised brow, “... Yes-?”

“Do you have anything you have to do tonight?”

“No-”

“Perfect, meet me in this diner, my treat, I need to properly congratulate this year’s Top Gun winner anyways.” Simpson said.

“You gave me my trophy and shook my hand already, though-?”

“Defying orders, Lieutenant?”

“I thought we were off the clock!”

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Seresin stood in front of the brightly lit diner. Before stepping inside. Noticing the classic red seats, 80s decorations, and bright neon lights. A little ring from a bell on the door.

“Be there in a sec!” A voice shouted from the back where the kitchen presumably was.

“Seresin,” Cyclone called out from the counter. “Almost thought you weren’t coming.”

He almost didn’t.

“It was a walk to my truck,” Jake answered instead, sitting down next to the man, opening the menu in front of him.

“Order whatever you want, I already ordered,” Cyclone said, sipping from his mug.

“Coffee this late at night, sir?”

“No, hot chocolate, they make theirs themselves, it’s very good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jake said, nodding. “How’d you know this place, anyways?”

“You stay around these parts long enough, you start to know where the best 24hr dining option is. Been going here for years. Tastes better at night.”

Jake couldn’t argue with that.

An older lady came out from the back, “What can I get for you, honey?”

“Just the platter, ma’am, bacon and scrambled eggs,” Jake said, smiling. “And a hot chocolate too, please.”

“Aww aren’t you a polite young man,” she said, making Jake flush and duck his head. Barely anyone in the Navy would call him polite. “Beau, bring him around more often.” She said before going back to the kitchen.

“So you can get along with people,” Cyclone mused.

“I know how to get people to like me, I just choose not to, not worth the effort, most of the time,” Jake said, reaching forward for the case of toothpicks, shaking one out to his hand and bringing it to his mouth.

“So, you usually bring your subordinates to diners?”

“No,” Cyclone said simply. “Just the ones that look like they need a warm meal in them.”

“You’re the airboss, maybe you should do something about the slop in the cafeteria.”

Cyclone snorted, “I tried like many before me, and it remains one of my greatest failures,” Cyclone said drily. “Plus, it wouldn’t be the Navy without shitty food, would it?”

“I suppose not, sir.”

#fanfic #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fandom #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #beau cyclone simpson #dadclone #parental cyclone #I have this thing posted on ao3 as an actual fic fic #ill be posting more chapters soon #hopefully #we'll see

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alexsoenomel · 10 months

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Kiss The Girl (Joel Miller x Reader fluff)

Summary: A Friday night brought something sweet and unexpected.

Warnings: reader is a smoker (because same), wine consumption, no use of (Y/N)

Word count: 1.7k

Note: I was indulging in my own scenarios and this happened. It is literally a self-insert fanfic about my favorite dilf because I needed comfort. Enjoy!

It would be a lie if you told yourself you didn't wish that he was your man. It would be a lie if you told your friends you didn't like anyone. There was someone – and that someone was living right across the street from you. That someone had a name – Joel. Joel Miller. His name would roll down your tongue like honey and would make your head turn every time someone would say it. His tall frame, broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and soft puppy-like eyes would make your eyes fixed on him and only him. There was something so captivating and hypnotizing about Joel getting into his truck every morning for work, you couldn't look away. You would sit on your porch, having your first cup of coffee in one hand, book in another, and with a cigarette between your lips, watching him between reading. Your roommates would usually sleep in, or be already on their way to the campus so mornings were perfect for processing your existence while also doing some reading in the morning sunlight.

The view was also nice; the view being soon to be a 35-year-old man with seemingly soft and kissable lips.

You would occasionally tutor his daughter, Sarah, mainly helping her with essays and assignments in English. Your heart would always beat a little bit faster whenever he would text you or call you to ask if you were available. Of course, even if you weren't available, you would clear your schedule because those few minutes of interaction with Joel were more important than whatever you planned to do that day. You knew you were desperate, but since no one knew how much, it was fine. His soft brown eyes scanning your delicate features and making your cheeks red were moments you would replay over and over again like a broken camera in your mind every night before bed, wondering if you had a chance with him. He didn't seem bothered by your presence like you were by his. He seemed to like chatting with you, listening to your every word but that wouldn't last long since he was always busy with something or had to go to work.

On a rainy Friday evening, your roommates decided to get completely smashed in the local club since finals week was over and you were finally free to breathe, but you were too tired and drained to join them. You were too tired to dance, too tired for small talk with random dudes who were desperate for sex, and too tired to be a designated driver, since your two friends liked to pretend to be Lords and chug alcohol like water.

You weren't tired of a cheap bottle of wine though, and a new book you bought a few months ago that has been collecting dust on the shelf above your bed. Also listening to the sound of rain pouring under the blanket in your favorite spot in the house that wasn't your bedroom

– the porch – was your way of having fun on that particular Friday night.

Since it was almost 10 pm, and your dimmed porch lights weren't enough, your little book lamp finally came in handy. You put a cigarette between your wine-stained lips, since cheap wine without nicotine wasn't wine, and lit it up. You inhaled the smoke, feeling the sour taste of alcohol slowly turn into an expensive Italian liquid gold – or so your taste buds thought it did. You were about to turn the page of your book when you heard the familiar sound of someone's truck. Joel Miller came back from work. You glanced at him across the street just as he was closing the door, inhaling another smoke, already feeling yourself getting nervous. Instead of staring and being a creep, you decided to focus on your book – if only you knew what happened in the previous line.

"Enjoying your Friday night?", you heard his voice from a distance.

You lifted your head to see your favorite dad approaching you. You swallowed nervously, taking a big sip from the wine bottle.

"Oh yeah," you said, wanting to sound proud. "How's work?"

"Same ol' same ol'," he answered you.

"Care to join?" You asked giving him the wine bottle. "Finals week is over and I'm celebrating."

You noticed through dimmed lights a small half smile on Joel's tired face. He took a bottle and sat on the chair next to you. "Was it successful?"

"Yeah, passed everything with overall good grades."

"Good girl."

Good girl.

You could feel your palms and legs under the blanket getting cold as your heart started running a damn marathon. His husky voice was smooth like a fine glass of old whiskey, and you were getting intoxicated. You took another smoke, before putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.

"Y'know that ain't healthy?" His eyes glanced at the ashtray before looking back at you.

You were in the process of lighting another cigarette. When nervous, you would become a chain smoker.

"My vice, I guess."

Joel took another sip of wine as you inhaled the smoke into the air. "What's yours, Joel?"

"My vice? I would rather not."

You knew he didn't like to share personal information so you let him be. It would be strange if he did.

"What are you readin'?" He asked, looking at your book.

"Kiss the Girls by James Patterson."

"One of those romance books?"

"Not really," you chucked. "Thriller, someone is inducting beautiful talented girls all over the country."

Joel's eyebrows went up, not expecting that to come out of your mouth. "Interesting taste, darlin'," he said.

Darlin'

That one you heard before and it still made your body stiff as a statue from nervousness. You struggled to look him in the eyes; to try and see what was behind those beautiful brown orbs; to try and read him; even though that was almost impossible since Joel Miller was an old book full of dead metaphors. You desperately wanted to know if he would kiss you back if you dared to drunkenly place your lips on his. You wondered if he would cup your face while doing so…you wondered if he would lay in bed with you if you told him to stay.

"How's Sarah?" You asked, wanting to shake off the shyness that was slowly creeping in.

"Good, she got an A on her English essay, thanks to you."

You smirked remembering the deal you had made with Sarah. She noticed (kids always do), something was up with you since you would blush every time Joel would call you darlin'. She noticed you acting too friendly around her dad so naturally she decided to confront you about it.

"So, you like my dad, huh?" She asked you on a Wednesday while doing homework.

Your heart went in your throat when your ears registered her question.

"No, I don't." You lied.

"Yeah, darlin' you do. You're too obvious."

"Fuck!" Left your lips. You instantly regretted it.

"HA!"

"Please don't tell him!"

"I won't, but you have to write me this essay."

"Sarah!"

"I'm too lazy! Plus you don't want me to get an F and disappoint my dad, right?" She winked. Cheeky stunt she pulled.

"Fine!"

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"I'm glad!" You told him. "She's a smart kid!" Yeah, she was alright…

The thing with Joel was certain parts of him were sealed shut, but only certain. He liked talking to you especially because you both shared the same love for music. He liked talking to you about your favorite songs, bands, historical music events, guitars… You knew he played guitar and you asked him numerous times if he wanted to play you a song; he would always decline. After a couple of tries, you stopped asking.

"You know, – you started, taking a sip of wine followed by cutting your life short by 7 minutes with a smoke – "I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar."

"Is that so?" You could see a half smile forming on his face before he took a sip.

"Yeah, but I never did. It was always something, school, homework, too broke to afford guitar lessons…too broke to afford a guitar."

"I can teach you if you want."

"That means you have to play in front of me, and you always say no to that."

"I can make an exception." His gaze was fixed on you and yours was on him. A pleasant science was lingering in the air as you both enjoyed each other's company. You were feeling tipsy while Joel was sober as a judge.

"That would be awesome." Alcohol in your system was giving you a warm hug, telling you to go for it, to say the unsaid, to do the forbidden. Your body was finally relaxed enough, but your mind was in a haze. You had a feeling you were going to do something stupid and you liked the idea of doing something stupid at that particular moment.

The undying need to know, to find out – it was simmering and about to explode.

You put out the cigarette, taking a deep breath, before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. Joel froze for a second, not understanding what happened for a few seconds before his brain caught on. He gave you a soft look, admiring your courage before he returned the favor and kissed your drunken lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss just to make you wonder what it would be like to devour him whole. You wanted this little innocent pack to turn into something sinful – but it didn’t.

“A little bird told me your secret, honey.” He confessed.

“Of course she did,” You chuckled.

Joel’s fingers went in your hair, tucking one strand behind your ear. He found your red cheeks cute.

“You know, you’re obvious when you stare.”

“Stop lookin’ like that, and I won’t.”

Joel laughed. It had been a while since he did.

“DAD!” A voice yelled across the street. It was Sarah, standing in front of the front door of their house. “WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“COMIN’, BABY GIRL!” Joel yelled back and looked back at you.

“Go,” –You said – “And tell her I said thank you.”

“Will do!” Joel gave you a wink and left.

#daddy joel #Joel Miller #joel miller fluff #joel x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader fic #joel miller x you #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x reader fluff #joel miller x reader drabble #the last of us fluff #the last of us drabble

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damp-gravelove · 4 months

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When it comes to weed, I feel as though the whole Toxicule would be partaking, but in unique ways that play off of each other! They’d rarely smoke alone, at most two smoke while one is hanging out sober (likely as a designated driver if they have to go somewhere).

Andrew would strike me as a very casual weed smoker, a blunt and a beer is probably enough for him to smoke on his own. He smokes most weed without care for strain or quality aside from indica or sativa. It’s not that he has a low tolerance or hates more elevated highs, it’s just how he relaxes. Without hesitation he’ll take a bong rip if Ashley offers, and some edibles if Julia has some cooked up, but left to his own devices a single blunt is all he’ll take independently. If you’d ask him, it’s because he doesn’t like to take in a whole lot, but in reality he just loves having the weed fed to him by the other two. Shotgunning hits from Ashley until he gets so woozy and giggly that he happily falls into line when a shotgunned hit turns into messy make outs as they grope each other, much to the visual delight of Julia (if she doesn’t decide to join in by wiggling between the two to soak up some of the attention). Not to mention he’s always game to try some of Julia’s edibles, especially when she feeds him some super potent ones, left perfectly serene and pliable so Julia can take in his scent, smelling him up and down before fucking him slow and steady, listening to his whimpers as his body aches for more, desperate to be filled, but with too clouded a mind to form words. To Ashley’s delight though, his tongue is still very useful.

Ashley would be the certified pothead, no doubt about it for me. If the other two need some form of paraphernalia, they ask her first. From wax and dabs to bongs and grinders, concentrates to bud, she’s got at least a bit on hand at all times. She’s typically in the mood for certain strains, but isn’t picky. She collects bongs especially, not only because they’re her favorite method, but because she loves the artistry in it, ESPECIALLY heady rigs (her prized piece is an AKM Anatomy Rig). And she puts the pieces to work, smoking far more than the other two combined in volume. She has to almost be forced to take breaks to allow her tolerance to die down, but she relents usually. When she’s super high, touching at just the right spot can send her into a tizzy. Andrew’s Tdick can make her melt in seconds, and she by the end she always has a hard time recalling how many times she orgasms (that’s probably just the metric ton of weed in her system though. Probably). Julia loves teasing her, especially with surprise gropes. Ashley’s squeak transforming into a moan is Julia’s favorite. If she’s really wanting some action though, Julia knows she’s just pressing a few of the right buttons away before Ashley’s bent over the couch arm, wet and half teasing/half begging Julia to use her. Ashley also loves to tease Julia at how much she’s sniffing her hair, but when you’re having your back blown out being bred by your girlfriend, it isn’t easy to get a word in.

Julia is likely the cannabis scientist of the menagerie. She loves the process of growing and crossbreeding strains, having a grow room in the place they live. She looks into strains to see side effects good and bad and has her bud sorted by what they do. Andy and Leyley find it hard to parse sometimes, but Julia gets all giddy discussing it so they do their best to follow along, even if genetic lineages are complicated and they have no idea what terpenes are. Julia actually smokes the least by a decent margin, instead dedicated to making edibles, though she does smoke with the other two. She’s made a good array of edibles, of course the classics like gummies and cookies and brownies, but she experiments a lot and usually the results are quite good! Andrew and Ashley still have not a damn clue how someone makes garlic bread edibles, but it was good! Whenever Julia’s particularly high, her love of scents is exacerbated and their effect on her is tenfold, to the point where getting off may not even require stripping. Andrew is especially potent for this, and if he lets her sneak into his sweater and into his armpit, she’ll be clawing at him and drooling as she makes a mess in her panties, shivering and throbbing as she fully imbibes him, and while Andrew doesn’t get off to this more one sided act, he absolutely finds it hot. Ashley loves to be more bratty about it, teasing Julia for being a freak with how much Julia gets off to smells, but when they’re both staining underwear with grinding on each other, Ashley can’t hide how cute she finds it that Julia loves her hair. One time Andrew and Ashley ambushed her with tank tops they worked out in after she was nice and high and they had to stop her from falling with how weak her knees got. ~<3

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