#takes a huge bong rip | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

grimesgirll · 2 months

Text

your old roommate was a huge stoner.

she was always rolling up and you were always welcome to join, so sometimes you did.

unfortunately, weed was not a priority in the apocalypse, much less something that could even be sourced. you didn't think much of it. there were greater things to worry about like surviving than getting high.

but that doesn't mean you don't jump at the chance to spark up with daryl after he finds someone's forlorn stash in the crumbling chimney of an untended house - which was one way to hotbox a place. of course, you two have to hide your score from your resident sheriff who you didn't imagine was all too keen on "drugs" - after all, it was the ricktatorship back then.

daryl had squirreled you away to a remote bridge underpass close to where your group was establishing camp for the weekend, undead and all other factors allowing. with the alibi of a sunset deer hunt and the materials for a homemade gravity bong hidden in your backpack, the evening was yours to get ripped.

you weren't as close with daryl back then. that smoke break with him actually pressed a lot of buttons you never knew you had. you even peeled back some layers, something daryl was reluctant to do then, even with you.

whoever had stashed their weed in the chimney'd left over an ounce in there, so you and daryl made that shit last.

suddenly you both were volunteering for earlier watch shifts so you could have a joint every now and then afterwards. it wasn't until rick ripped open the door of the abandoned ice cream shop you two were blazing up in that you knew anyone was onto you.

"can't sneak around a fucking cop," daryl muttered the next day.

rick had immediately asked what was wrong with the two of you; how in the hell could you let yourselves get carried away like that? let your guard down? you could've been swarmed at any moment!

you felt like a kid getting lectured, and daryl did too when despite him assuring your leader, "it's just a way to relax, man," rick just kept going.

looking back, you're pretty sure that half of the problem was jealousy. stumbling upon daryl and you alone and blissed out halfway to the moon must've ground his gears.

so yeah, rick grimes may not be a cannabis enthusiast at first. from then on, it’s a delicate dance of dodging rick. this is only after you stumble upon more weed because the asshole had “confiscated” the baggie and dumped the gravity bong.

daryl is fuming but you know that what’s done is done. it’s the cop in rick. the same man who gives you all the riot act on how you need to shape the fuck up and how he never needs to catch you two doing that again, as he walks you back to camp. you just nod your head and keep your mouth shut. you guys will find a way around it anyway.

and you do.

in overgrown courtyards, on half rotted benches, creaky porches, in old automobiles, remote wings of the prison, on “walks” and “hunts.”

and it isn’t long before you and daryl are sneaking out of bed, leaving a sleeping rick while you finish off an old backwood daryl had saved. the balcony off of the bedroom in alexandria is the perfect place to enjoy yourselves after a long day.

you’re sat on the cushioned patio chair; daryl stands and torches the half finished backwood. as per usual, he offers you the first hit which you eagerly accept. alexandria’s quaint nocturnal stillness is all the motivation you need to silence the cough welling up in your chest. you pass the blunt back to daryl who cups his hands as he lights the end again, protecting the vanilla tobacco flavored end from the elements.

another hit and your mind is focused on daryl. the glint his blue eyes were catching from the moonlight, how the black button up he’d thrown on as you slipped out fits him, how he looked taking a long, rewarding drag before passing it back to you to indulge for a third time.

by this point, you’re higher than the ISS. so faded that you don’t hear the glass door sliding open. you register rick by the low whistle. your insides turn to molten lava. this isn’t the first point you’ve been caught smoking with daryl and it won’t be the last but god, did rick sneak up on you two. scared the shit out of you when you were stoned. rick grimes instilled paranoia was not fun while under the influence.

“you know there are other ways to relax, right?”

daryl scoffs. “when we’re done, man.”

“she looks like she’s all done for the night.”

speak for yourself, you wanna snap at him but you’re too high. you just exhale, rising and standing next to daryl along the railing. the man wordlessly offers another hit. you offer a breathy ‘thank you’ and put the thick blunt between your lips.

you don’t miss the way rick is paying attention to you - now from the patio chair. not missing a moment as you inhale, and after a second or two, exhale. a spot enters your field of vision and you pass the battered backwood back to daryl. it’s not long before you’re feeling the weight of that weed like a whale and backing towards the chair where rick is waiting to draw you into his lap.

he doesn't partake but that doesn't stop him from partaking in you when you're stoned.

you're always fun but there's something about the way your eyes glaze over and you're suddenly in his lap on the chair, pulling at his hair and kissing lazily.

he loves you all giggly and handsy.

“you gonna be a good girl now?” he questions.

you raise an eyebrow. “what did i do?” he gestures to daryl, who is happily bringing the backwood to a close. you shake your head.

“once a cop, always a cop.”

rick snorts. “hope you don’t get weed dick.”

“you wish.”

bored by their banter, you bring your lips to rick’s, not hesitating to open your mouth more for him to snake his tongue in. the ache between your thighs bumps against rick’s bulge; you two simultaneously groan so loud daryl is telling you to hush.

“pants down.” rick orders.

you shimmy your loose pajama pants on. they were perfect to pull on and off. you hang them on the side of the chair.

the sheriff starts shifting a finger between your leaking folds while daryl disposes of the blunt. you bite back a whimper when his long finger twists inside of you.

from then on it’s a grueling rhythm. one you were feverishly responding to. he doesn’t let up - just fingers you until you’re gushing around his fingers. when he decides he would rather have you gush on his cock than all over his lap, he shuffles down his sleep pants, just in time for daryl to observe as you settle over rick’s impossible dick.

“you know there are other ways to relax, right?” you mock as you sink down onto his length.

the ex-cop rasps, hands anchoring to your waist while you buck your hips so your clit gets in on the fun too. you gyrate and roll your hips unforgivingly; rick just huffs and pants, forehead lined with sweat.

daryl twitches in his pants. observing rick fuck your tight little pussy is enough to have him pressing against his jeans from the inside out. what he wouldn’t give just to feel you losing your mind clenching around his finger.

you shudder when you feel a finger probing around your crammed entrance.

“daryl!”

“shh, gonna wake up the whole neighborhood, baby.”

“fuck’re you doin’?”

“relax, man.”

“you’re not gonna fit on this chair with the both of us,” rick disclaims, struggling to catch his breath as you clamp down around him.

daryl shakes his head. “not what i’m tryna’ do.”

his sturdy finger pushes through the resistance your pussy and rick’s shaft face him with. he’s managed an inch in when you start whining. you’re burying your head in rick’s shoulder from the sensation.

numbed slightly by the effects of the kush you and daryl’d just enjoyed, pleasure starts to mount inside of you. your core gets that familiar searing feeling. even more so when daryl picks up the pace. the first few inches of muscle require him to work through slowly, but after enough hissing from rick and squirming on your part, you two groan in ecstasy.

you feel daryl’s finger beneath you as you rock on top of rick. you’re struggling for breath. “love having you both inside of me.”

daryl adds another finger.

“love seeing your face all scrunched up, darlin’,” your leader is whispering raggedly into your neck.

“love being filled tight for you guys.” you pant.

“you’re just right, baby,” rick grunts in response.

“so tight. good fucking girl.” daryl praises, eyes lighting up when you maintain eye contact - all fucked out and on your way to an orgasm, daryl is about to ruin his drawers just looking at you.

he speeds up the motions of his fingers, accelerating the thick digits until they’re suddenly immobilized by your contracting cunt. fingers stopped, he uses the other hand to devote some time to your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.

“‘bout to come.” the brunette under you is rasping.

you can barely compute. you’re just a ragged mess of breath, skin, warmth, and the stickiness between your thighs and daryl’s fingers from rick’s release. you feel him coat your insides despite keeping up the pace. when he comes out on the other side, he has a cocky grin on his face.

“so you like getting stoned and stuffed?”

a twinge of post-orgasm euphoria washes over your face. you nod, “it’s the best way to relax,” you punctuate with a fevered, sloppy kiss, making room for daryl to join you in a threeway kiss before breaking apart to share a telltale look with rick.

you’re too high for this.

182 notes · View notes

oryx-the-nightmare-daddy · 8 months

Text

"why do the guardians not simply attack as one giant unified force"

well you see. *takes a huge fucking bong rip* they tried that once

#Destiny 2

384 notes · View notes

norman-fucking-reedus · 17 days

Note

So… Scud riding fem!reader’s strap-on?

YES YES YES YES YES FUCKING YES

UGHH When I tell y’all Scud fucking LOVES to ride. It puts so much power into his little hands he doesn’t even know what to do with himself

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER IM GONNA ACTUALLY WRITE THIS OUT BC yall dont even understand the way this consumes my brain. Bottom Scud is for life I’m sorry hes my baby and my baby deserves to be fucked

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“Fuck I almost forgot what the apartment looks like!” Scud sighed heavily as the door creaked out, kicking off his shoes and stretching as he walked over to the couch, dropping himself down onto it. You shut the door behind yourself and toe off your own shoes, leaving them in a messy pile right next to Scud’s.

You peeled off your coat and hung it up, keys following suit before you padded into the tiny kitchen “Do we have any food?” You groan as you open the door, fridge mostly empty and stuffed with mainly leftovers.

“We can get some takeout, fuck, I’d kill for a burger right now” Scud spoke as he moved onto the floor, banging on the shitty TV to boot it up and plugging in his PS2 controllers. “We don’t have enough money” You frown slightly, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch, legs on either side of Scud’s head. He almost purred contently when your fingers began scratching his scalp.

Scud easily turned into putty at the faintest touches, slumping against you as you massaged his head. “Mmh, can we smoke a bowl?” He muttered, and you’d be crazy to deny.

“I think we only have a little left” You said as you leaned over the arm of the couch, grabbing a grinder and Scud’s bong. You tapped whatever remains were left in the gringer into the small glass bowl, reaching down to fish out the small bag you bought to better preserve the bud. “When’s Blade paying us again?”

Scud shrugged, fingers tapping and flying against his controls as he played some fighting game, leaning himself comfortably against your leg as he spoke. “Hopefully soon. I should asked for a raise” You stick a few sticky nubs into the grinder, twisting it around a couple times until it was finely grinded up into keef.

“Like he’d ever give you one” You snort, snatching a lighter and half dranken waterbottle off the coffee table. You pour the rest of the water into the bottom of the bong, sticking the long bowl inside and holding it steady by the long neck, gapping your lips through the whole at the top, flicking the lighter and bringing the flame down onto the small bowl on the side, inhaling until the water started to bubble and smoke started to form, swirling up and filling the long bong, your lungs shortly after.

It was a huge hit, the smoke turning a slight yellow color as it was built up and burning your chest where you held it in for a few seconds, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Hey no fair!” Scud snapped his head around and pouted at you, because he wanted you to shot gun that right down his throat.

“I’ll give you the next one” You comb fingers through his hair as he whines softly. You bring the flame back down to the bowl, inhaling and watching the yellow-ish smoke form inside and climb up into the neck, down into your lungs.

You held it in for a few seconds as you tilted Scud’s head back, pressing your slightly agape lips against his and exhaling your hit into his mouth, smirking softly at his tiny moan as he inhaled.

Scud sighed around his exhale, staring up at you from his upside down position. “What?” You mumbled, cupping his face with a small smile. “That make you happy?”

He nodded, leaning up to kiss you before turning his attention down to the bong in his lap, not wanting to knock it over. You handed him the lighter, and glanced over at the clock.

“We should just order a pizza” You murmured, rising to your feet and stepping around Scud who was mid-rip. He followed you with his eyes, taking a massive hit and coughing out, exhaling a huge cloud that fogged up your small living room more. “I thought we didn’t have money?” He croaked out, beating on his chest a little.

As he said that, you rummaged through your purse, fishing out your wallet and opening it, raising a brow. “I’ve got ten bucks”

Scud pats his pockets, digging through them and pulling out a few crumbled ones. Better than nothing. You took the bills out his hand and grabbed the landline, plopping back down on the couch as you clicked through the numbers, eventually landing on the local pizzeria.

｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Stoned, showered, and stuffed, you watched with half lidded eyes as Scud needily bounces on your strap, loud moans and whines coming from him.

“Feels so fucking good, mommy feels so fucking good, want her to fuck me so hard” Scud babbled, sobbing as he totally fucked himself stupid, fingers curling into the cushion of the couch. You watched, rocking your hips steady against the small vibe pressed to your clit, throbbing from all Scud’s sweet little sounds. “You don’t need my help pretty boy, you’ve got it” You coo, sliding your hands across his hips, running them up his shirt and wrapping them around his throat, squeezing tightly. He wheezed out a gasp, clenching around you and whimpering the best he could in your grip.

You pulled him down for a hot and sloppy kiss, Scud breathlessly panting into your mouth as his back arched, rolling his hips down and up against you. He was a complete mess, choking on his moans and grunts as he started to ride your dildo harder and faster, rocking his hips back and whining desperately. “Good boy. Ride me like the dirty little whore you are, hear how disgustingly wet you are for me baby?”

“Y-yes, love b-being so wet for mmngh!–mommy, always s-so ready for her” Scud gasped out his words, your grip around his throat still so blissfully tight that he was starting to become lighthead, shifting himself a little before grinding back down, a loud and choked off whimper tearing from him. “There! Please, please fuck me there- need mommy to fuck right there” Scud desperately cried, bouncing on the spot with all the strength in his body. You gripped his hips and thrust up into him, Scud heaving a groan as he caught his breath. You ruthlessly pounding into him from underneath, watching Scud’s pretty face twist and turn in pure pleasure.

His fingers tightly gripped the couch cushions, toes curled and his head rolling side to side, so utterly destroyed. “Ohh fuuck” He bit down on his spit-soaked bottom lip, loud moans and whimpers escaping past anyway. Each hard jab of your cock was sending him flying off the edge, his own cock twitching and oozing a mix of cum and pre-cum, the tip turning a cherry red as it start to swell up, painfully hard.

“Gonna cum aren’t you, Scud? Or do you need mommy’s help with that too?” You ghosted your hand near his cock.

Scud trembled like a leaf in your lap, “Can’t do it by myself– I can’t–“ sobbing as he pushed back against your thrusts, the head of your strap bumping the bundle of nerves inside him. “Need mommy to help, need her so bad” He rambled, continuing to rock back against you. His face was soaked with tears, sweat, and drool as he was almost riding you again, loud drawn out moans tearing from his chest as each snap of your hips took him further and further. “You poor little thing, begging for help cause you can’t get yourself off on my cock?”

You started to slow your hips, rocking into him at a quick but lazy pace. Scud whimpered and desperately pushed back against you, chasing the blissful build of his orgasm. “Hnnghh– I need- I can’t- Ughhh fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” Scud was so entirely gone, so very far gone. It felt like there were a million bees buzzing against his body, tossing his head back with a loud, broken and shaky sob of sheer pleasure, only a few more hard bounces before his jaw went totally slack, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his untouched cock spasmed and twitched lewdly as he came, warm shots of white painting his shirt and landing on yours.

Scud slumped down against you, dropping his head onto your shoulder breathlessly and overfucked. He twitched slightly, and whined when you slipped yourself out, leaving his hole to feel uncomfortably empty.

You combed fingers through his hair, kissing his sweaty face and holding his limp body flush against yourself. “Wanna go to bed?” You whisper, kissing his cheek and letting your lips linger there. Scud nodded, but groaned when he realized that meant he had to get up. “Comfy” He mumbled, snaking his arms around you and squeezing, burying his face in your chest.

"We need to change, babyboy" You kiss the top of his head, feeling his sticky cum starting to seep through the fabric of your shirt. Scud whined, arms tightening.

You sighed, tired, high, and a little hungry again. Scud was starting to feel really heavy in your lap, pressing his whole weight down onto you. The clock in the kitchen ticked, and an idea crossed your mind, grunting as you pushed yourself up onto your feet suddenly, Scud flailing and scrambling to wrap his legs around you, eyes wide at the change in position. "Bed" Was all you said, hoisting him up and carrying him into your single shared bedroom.

When you went to drop your boyfriend down onto the bed, trying to get him a clean shirt, he tugged you down with him, rolling you onto your back and straddling you once again, staring down with a flushed and needy face. "Wanna go again, wanna ride mommy again" He huffed, grinding back against your strap. His skin burned, and the fabric of his shirt was uncomfortably sticking to his skin, leading him to pry it off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

You did the same, nothing wrong with sleeping naked, and moved a hand down to steady your dildo, holding it so that Scud could lower himself down, drawn out moan leaving his lips. Being so full of cock made him happy, especially when he could feel the hot drag of silicone against his walls.

Scud lifted himself up and almost immediately dropped back down, a shaky groan coming from his chest as he wasted no time eagerly bouncing his hips against you, whole body on display. You ran your fingers across his bare legs, up his jutting hips, and across his tattered belly, tickling his scars under your soft touch which made him giggle. He wasn't really one to feel insecure. Your fingers danced across his sensitive nipples, a tiny whimper in response.

“Such a spoiled little brat, aren’t you?” You coo as you watch Scud’s nude frame grind against yours, his cock bouncing and smacking against his abdomen. Scud whined and nodded, rolling his hips. It was true that he was very spoiled as saying no to him was genuinely the hardest task of your life. You could deny him, but never flat out refuse. In the end, Scud always got what he wanted, and right now, he really wanted to cum again, leaning down to needily kiss you.

You took the chance the place your feet on the bed, thrusting upwards into Scud who moaned into your mouth, gasping against you as you pounded into him. “Feels so good, mommy makes me feel so good” He slurred out breathlessly, moving to bury his face in your soft tits. He whimpered as you nailed his sweet spot, his cock rubbing against where it was sandwiched between your bodies.

Scud simply moaned and clung to you, dragging his tongue over one of your nipples and sucking it. Each rough snap of your hips lurched him forward, his hums vibrating your tit and his cock leaking all over your stomach.

He groaned and squirmed ontop of you, his hands squeezing the squishy flesh of your chest, pressing his face into their warmth. “Gonna cum, feels so good ‘m gonna cum” Scud babbled, his words muffled. You pressed his front closer to yours, making him rut his tender cock against you which each hard thrust. It was all that Scud needed to totally fall apart, whimpering out sobs as ropes of cum spurted from him, landing on both your stomachs.

You dropped your hips and completely pulled out of Scud, running fingers through his hair when he whined at the loss. “You made a mess of us both, Scud”

“M’sorry, just felt really good” He mumbled, head now pillowed on your chest, one of his hands mindlessly fondling a soft breast. “Can we take a bath?”

You smile softly, even though you had both just showered an hour ago. “Only if we make it bubble one”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

#scud frohmeyer #scud fanfiction #scud #scud x reader #scud blade 2 #hes my babygirl #norman fucking reedus #normanreedus #norman reedus #the walking dead #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #twd

114 notes · View notes

indigoflorals · 1 year

Text

are we still friends? - j.m

JJ Maybank x Reader

This work is 18+, minors will be blocked.

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

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

Please do not repost my works on any platform!

꧁༺ ༻꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You left that morning before he woke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew you just had to talk to him.

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

“Are we still even fucking friends JJ?”

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

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

“You know that’s not what I mean J.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded too.

“We can take things really slow, J.”

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

754 notes · View notes

cheerupqueerup · 1 year

Text

Locked Tomb characters least to most likely to smoke weed

Judith - Completely substance-free. Opposed to the idea of drugs on principle, but if you ask her she'll blame her sobriety on Cohort drug tests.

Palamedes - Cannot smoke on account of his asthma. (Also it's impossible to smoke anything on the Sixth because they have fire detectors literally everywhere.) Tried one of Dulcie's medical grade edibles once but it just made him scribble incoherently on whiteboards all night. Cam supervised.

Camilla - See above re: Sixth House smoke alarms. Needs to keep her head clear to be on the lookout for Threats, so mostly sub-free.

Nona - Honesty passed her the blunt one time and she took a bite out of it. She did not get passed the blunt after that.

Ianthe - This bitch defo vapes nicotine* but would Never willingly make herself intellectually impaired or emotionally vulnerable in front other people. Even when it's just her, Corona, and Babs, she can't risk them seeing her cough, it would be undignified. (*Switches from vapes to fancy hand-rolled cigarettes after meeting Augustine.)

Abigail - Tried it once to see if it would help her talk to spirits. It worked okay but ultimately she decided it's not something she needs to make a habit of.

Pyrrha - Simply prefers her habits with hangovers. Won't pass up a spliff if you offer one though.

Magnus - Stoner dad vibes but he's actually kind of a lightweight. Gets sleepy after two hits. Kind of bummed the young adults won't smoke with him.

Harrow - Opposed to drug use on principle and judges people who do them until she tries smoking once and realizes it's actually kinda nice. Still despises smoking in big groups though -- she gets too paranoid and it makes her snappy. Only gets high in very controlled environments (usually by herself, in her own bed, with a very specific and perfectly bland snack). Helps with her insomnia.

Naberius - Refuses to smoke other people's weed. Carries a dab pen everywhere and looks like a total asswipe hitting it by himself when everyone else is sharing a bowl.

Gideon - In another life, she'd be a casual smoker. Huge fan of big smoking circles with friends and stoned movie nights. Begs Harrow to drive her to Taco Bell at midnight. She's the one who first convinces Harrow try smoking.

Corona - The most elegant smoker you have ever seen. No one has ever seen her cough. Her massive bong rips captivate the room. Proud owner of a gravity bong and a wide variety of beautiful glass pieces for every occasion.

Bonus:

John - Takes one hit and by the time the piece gets back around the circle to him he's monopolized the conversation with a philosophical discussion he thinks is super deep. He's too busy talking to take another hit. Augustine is amused. Mercy snaps at him about bogarting.

175 notes · View notes

yukisohmasmokesweed · 3 months

Note

hii as someone w selective mutism, and after seeing your post regarding yuki being mute, i’ve had this question that wouldn’t leave my head: were kisa and yuki actually selectively mute or was it due to traumatic mutism or something else? maybe i’m just self-projecting, but despite us being mute for different reasons (it is possible to have SM from trauma, though it is rare), i always saw myself in both of them when it came to their muteness (i’m really sad yuki being mute was only touched on in kisa’s ep and then never brought up again) so their characters mean a lot to me. just thought I’d bring this up and ask since there isn’t any discussion surrounding this and from the posts that i’ve seen on here, people just seem to go w kisa having SM (and by extension yuki) and just say that it’s canon. being the projector that i am, i also assumed it was but still never thought it was “accurate” rep but then again, does it have to be? regardless of how it’s shown in the anime/manga, i think we’re all entitled to our own opinions on this, and that no matter what we think caused their mutism, all opinions r valid! i’m just so curious on what your take on this is since no one mentions anything like this in specific.

hello! funny you send me this ask today because i just rewatched the first ep of the reboot last night for the first time in a looooong time and have been thinking about fb all morning! as far as i understand it, selective mutism is an anxiety disorder that can definitely be triggered by trauma, and that is how i read yuki and kisa. i'm sure you have a deeper understanding of it than me as someone with that experience, but in my research on this (which admittedly was a few years ago) it seems there is a variety of reasons why children are selectively mute, one of them being abusive environments and a predisposition to anxiety disorders. i would absolutely argue that both yuki and kisa have intense social anxiety, even outside of their mutism; and that yuki, aside from diagnosing him with something, is a perfectionist, and perfectionism often stops people from doing things.

i was also really sad yuki's mutism was only touched upon, so i actually wrote a whole fic about it! i think this is an incredibly interesting aspect of yuki's character. yuki in childhood has no autonomy at all: his life is controlled by his mother, then akito, and akito does not listen to him (or anyone). the other zodiacs ignore him, and he becomes tokenized as the rat instead of viewed as an individual. very often, yuki shrinks into himself as a reaction to this. he already has to keep physical and emotional distance from his peers due to the curse, and his oppressive home environment pushes him to even more extremes. i think so much of yuki's mutism is a maladaptive acceptance that he will never be listened to and that what he feels or thinks does not matter, and so he sinks into a depression where one of his copes is silence. even after this episode, he continues to be softspoken and keeps his cards close to his chest—which is why i love his relationship with kakeru so much, because kakeru coaxes him out of his shell. after meeting kakeru, he begins expressing his opinion more candidly and becomes openly emotional in ways that are supported by kakeru's view of him as a human being. yuki spends so much of his life being objectified as either the rat or the prince (both similar roles where he is being held to an extremely high standard that is only an archetype and robs him of individuality and humanity) and he plays the roles that are assigned to him. it is only when he is shown true love and acceptance through tohru that he can begin to learn who he is outside of those perceived roles, and allows him to express himself as yuki in front of kakeru, who never bought into the prince thing to begin with.

i think the other thing about fruits basket is that it is very tropey, and selective mutism in the way it is portrayed in fb is very much a shojo trope moreso than it is a real portrayal of a disorder. i don't think natsuki takaya is "trauma informed" as we would call it now, as it was written 20 years ago inside of a culture that notoriously does not take mental health seriously. i think yuki and kisa's mutism is very much a narrative choice, so i definitely agree with you re: what you're saying about "accurate" rep. anyway thanks for the ask and your serendipitous timing! thinking about that rat boy <3

#takes a huge bong rip #yuki sohma #ask #anonymous #meta???#yuki

15 notes · View notes

transfemininomenon · 2 years

Text

morrowind is objectively the funniest elder scrolls game because you start off the main quest and theyre immediately like "okay go talk to this guy he's the spymaster of the blades in the area and is real important" and youre like okay cool and then you turn up at the guy's house and you essentially just walk into his shitty apartment where he's hanging around shirtless taking huge bong rips in-between sending you to do batshit quests and also insisting that you get a job

454 notes · View notes

zerkinoff · 9 months

Text

rest in piece andy gallagher i hope you’re taking huge bong rips and having crazy gay sex in heaven i miss you king every day

#the dome

66 notes · View notes

puppybot · 2 months

Text

my boyfriend keeps saying he doesn’t like torchwood but without fail he’ll take a huge bong rip and suddenly it’s “put on torchwood i need some toxic butch yaoi”

#torchwood #whatever you say princess #he can’t resist that sweet sweet period piece old man yaoi

16 notes · View notes

magnoliabutters · 2 years

Text

GOOD NIGHT • STORIES OF GOING STEDDIE •

pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington x (female, 18+) reader

summary: the party poopers leave early and you’re left with your fuck buddy, eddie, and steve “the hair” harrington. things are bound to get more interesting after a game of truth, dare, or drink.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; threesome obvi, mention of drugs and alcohol, tipsy but sober enough to consent, light peer pressure, fingering, hand jobs, watching kink, slight dom switching between reader, eddie, and steve, etc.

word count: ~5.1k

support your writer: if you enjoy, please give a reblog so others can enjoy too! 🤘🏼

• stories of going steddie •

note: welcome to a universe where vecna has been defeated (or so they think) and eddie most certainly did not die at the end of volume two. so thankful for and inspired by the writings of @wwinterwitch. if you like this post, do yourself a favor and visit their blog. as always, please feel free to reach out with any feedback so I can improve on my writing. i may update my writing depending on feedback. i'm looking forward to hearing what you think!

support your writer: if you enjoy, please give a reblog so others can enjoy too! i'll keep writing as long as there’s someone to read it 🤘🏼 reblog and/or comment to be added to the taglist for this series.

---- x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x ----

“Alright guys, I’m going to bug out,” Robin said, slamming her beer bottle onto the table. “Damn,” you say in shock. She begins laughing, definitely a little tipsy. “I did not mean to put that down so hard.” You giggle alongside her.

“I’ll drive you home, common Rob,” Steve says. The ultimate babysitter in any and every setting. “No, no man. We were actually just about to leave,” Jonathan says standing up from the couch, his arm around Nancy’s waist. “We can take you home, Robin,” Nancy said with a smile.

You look at her, with an obvious but also not too obvious expression of disgust. This girl, although a certifiable bad ass, ran laps around Steve just a few weeks ago. You could tell he fell even harder for Nancy after all the shit happened in the upside down. There’s no doubt in your mind that she fell for him too. Yet, here we are. An absent minded Jonathan with his arm around an absent minded Nancy. You turn to give Eddie a look. He already knows exactly what you are thinking and agrees with you as he returns the disgusted look.

Robin took a look at Steve. You could see her analyzing in her tipsy mind the pros and cons of Steve taking her home versus Jonathan. “You stay, dingus. I’ll hitch a ride with Nancy.” Robin must have decided Steve would be better off still drinking with you all than going home early. Steve puts his hands up, “Okay. I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.”

“You coming, Argyle?” Jonathan asks. Argyle was in the corner, taking a huge rip from Eddie’s bong. Holding in as much air as he could, Argyle asks Eddie, “Is there anymore weed? I’m gonna have to refill this bowl.” Eddie laughs, “No, handsome. You smoked me out. I won’t be able to get more ‘till tomorrow.” Argyle groans and blew out the longest line of smoke you have ever seen. Man, he was impressive. “Alright!” He says, slowly getting out of his chair. “I’ll head back with Jonathan. I’ve got a girl waiting for my call in Uuuu-tah!” He says with a smile and a dance. You giggle. You don’t know him well, but he’s definitely smitten for whoever’s waiting for him in Utah.

As they say their goodbyes and give their hugs, you find yourself with Steve and Eddie, no more weed, and a bottle of vodka. Eddie smiles, his arms reaching for both of your shoulders. “Well, let’s get to it, shall we?” You chuckle, stepping away from the group hug. Eddie’s arm still on Steve’s shoulder. Steve confused as to why Eddie continues to touch him. “And what are we getting into Eddie?” you say with a raised eyebrow.

Eddie laughs, grabbing the vodka bottle. Steve shakes his shoulders as Eddie releases his embrace. He spins off the cap, it flying to god knows where. “It’s a little old game I like to call: truth, dare, or drink.” Steve rolls his eyes, “And how is this different from truth or dare?” Eddie smiles, walking toward his kitchen cabinets. He grabs three shot glasses and places them onto the counter. As he pours, he says, “Well, you can either do the dare, tell the truth, or if you don’t want to do either, you gotta take a shot or two.” You follow him to the kitchen, leaning over the counter. “Or two?” you say. He smiles, “Yeah, you might need to take two shots if the truth or the dare are way too good to pass up.”

Steve, still struggling from the sight of Jonathan and Nancy reuniting, says, “Yeah, okay. I’m trying to get fucked up here and this sounds like the way to do it.” He grabs one of the glasses and shoots the vodka back. He takes it like a champ, no change to his face. You’re impressed. “Fuck it,” you say, following Steve’s lead. Eddie watches you both with a huge grin on his face. “It’s going to be a good night,” he whispers, taking his shot quick, and starting the game.

The trio walks back towards Eddie’s living room.“Who’s going first?” Steve says, landing on the couch. “What about you?” Eddie says with a smirk. Steve threw his hands up, “I don’t care. Let’s do it.” Eddie looks towards you, putting a hand on your thigh. “You can ask first,” he says, eyes on Steve, and patting your thigh excitedly.

“Okay, truth or dare Steve?” you say, smiling. Steve smirks, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Let’s do truth,” he says. You put a finger to your chin, pretending to think with an abundance of effort. “Hmm, okay okay. Do you …” you lead your question. You keep your eyes on Eddie, seeing if he might give you any indication of whether or not to ask the question you’ve both been dying to know the answer to. He was careful as to not give you any facial cues. “Do you still love Nancy?” you say. You could see Eddie slowly smiling in your sideline. He said under his breath, “Oh, we’re getting right to it.”

Steve let out a loud groan, bouncing one of his finger’s knuckle against his chin. He continues to shake his head and scoffing to himself. He leans his head back, squeezing his eyes closed. He suddenly leans forward and takes a longer swig of his beer. In noticing the shifts in his body language, you slowly turn towards Eddie with eyes wide. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have asked, you think to yourself. Eddie begins to focus and analyze his beer bottle. He intends to put on a show so Steve has some privacy to work through whatever feelings he’s going through.

“I never stopped,” Steve says. His body finally still and his eyes on his hands, wrapped around a bottle. You instinctually put your hand on his. You meet his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Steve,” you say. Eddie slowly joins by placing his hand on yours. “We’re here for you man,” he says. Steve laughs brushing your hands away from his beer. He takes a sip. “It’s fine, it’s fine. We can just keep going,” Steve says, raising his drink. “Eddie, what was really going on with you and Chrissy, huh?” Eddie’s eyes grow wide, taken aback by the question. His demeanor completely shut down. “Yeah, she was at your place that night, right? Did y’all have like a secret affair or something?” Steve leans back, giving Eddie a cheer with his beer. As you watch Eddie begin to reel himself into the thoughts of that night, you help by sharing, “I think you need to ask him ‘truth or dare’ first.” Steve chuckles to himself, leaning more towards the side of tipsy. You try not to make eye contact with either of them. This game is leaning more towards trouble.

“Let’s go with dare,” Eddie says softly. He takes a sip of his own beer. You’re almost disappointed. You were always curious about him and her. Why was she there that night? The night where everything went to shit for Eddie. Where he saw her die. Where his life changed. Steve nods, “Yeah, that might’ve been too tough. Okay! Let’s go with a classic ... give y/n a kiss.” Eddie slowly smiles, still shocked by Steve’s first question. He turns towards you. You’re not even phased. You’ve kissed this man more times than you could count, not that Steve or anyone knew that. Eddie leans in, his hand placed gently on your face. You smile, leaning into his hand. He places his soft, wet lips against you. He tastes like beer - not your favorite flavor of his, but its nice and sweet.

“Wow, it looks like you guys have done that before,” Steve says sarcastically . He takes another sip of his beer. “Eddie, you’re up.” The awkwardness of this “game” is astounding. You hope that a few more sips of beer and you’ll be too tipsy to care. This seems to be the general thought for each player. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” Eddie whispers to you. You laugh, “Well seeing as you guys are going hard with the ‘truth’ questions, I’m going to stick to dare for now.”

“Okay, y/n, I dare you to kiss Steve,” Eddie says with a crooked smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He had that one right up his sleeve ready to go. He seems to have a fascination with watching you kiss someone else. What a refreshing perspective. You turn towards Steve, outwardly not bothered at all. Although, you are freaking out on the inside. Steve is the one guy who seems unattainable. You’d never get an opportunity like this again. You try to keep your cool, “Steve, is that okay with you?”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, come on,” he says, waving you over. You know he was expecting something quick, like a nervous peck. Nope! You had other plans. You stand up and walk towards him on the couch. You slowly straddle your legs around him. Steve suddenly quiet and with a shocked expression on his face. You pull your hair to one side. You lean down, so close to his lips. You can feel his breath on yours. You catch him leaning forward and you quickly pull away to avoid his lips. “Bad boy, Harrington,” you say pushing his hair behind his ear. “The dare was for me to kiss you.”

With that being said, you trace your hands from his waist, up his sides, to his face. You lean closer. Steve incredibly still. You close your eyes and finally land your lips onto his. Your tongue slowly presses against his lips. As he opens his mouth, your tongue meets his in a rage of passion. Once they hit, Steve’s hands were fully entangled within your hair. He has a strong grip onto the back of your head. He leans off the couch and pulls you closer with his other hand. You begin to moan with each kiss. You slowly rock your hips forward. And quickly you pull your lips away. With your arms around his neck, you lean back with a gasp of air. You take a look towards Eddie’s direction. His legs were crossed. His hand holding his chin. His eyebrows furrowed and tense.

You knew that face. It was not a bad one. It was a “let me concentrate really hard so I don’t just cum into my pants” face. You giggle. You look at Steve, “Thanks Harrington.” Steve sits there still dumbfounded, mouth gaping in shock. You stand up and turn to Eddie. “Did you like that, Eddie?” Eddie tenses his jaw and looks towards you. “Yes, that looked very nice,” he hissed.

You walk towards the lazy boy and cross your legs. “Eddie, I choose you. Truth or dare?” A smile raises on his lips. He rolls his eyes ever so slightly. “Well, if it’s anything like I just saw, I’m definitely wanting some dares my way”, he says confidently. You grin, knowing exactly what you intend to make him do. “Hmm…” you pretend to be lost in thought. “I think I dare you to kiss Steve.” A huge smile widens upon your face. A devilish look appears as you stare at both boys. Steve scrambles to find words, as Eddie stays silent.

“Oh, hey! I don’t know about that,” Steve says with his hands raised. Eddie turns to him, wanting to hear him out, but a part of him also disappointed. “What’s wrong with that?” You say with an eyebrow raised. He laughs, as if he knew you were trying to trap him. “There’s obviously nothing wrong with it but I am not gay,” Steve says taking a tough swig of his drink. He places down his bottle harshly, his body leans towards Eddie. “Eddie, you gotta drink man. This shit’s crazy,” he whispers. Eddie chuckles, “What’s crazy about it Steve? It’s just a kiss.”

Steve groans, now realizing its two against one in this debate. “You’re telling me, you have never wanted to try kissing a man before? That thought has never once popped into your head?” you ask, genuinely. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. With Robin coming out, it kind of made me start thinking about things. I wanted to make sure that I was authentically me,” Steve replies. Eddie makes a curious sound. “And are you?” Steve rolls his eyes. He attempts to change the subject. “Eddie, all these questions are making me think that maybe you want to kiss me,” he says with a chuckle.

Eddie smiles, leaning towards Steve. You note that Steve was more welcoming to Eddie’s touch this time around. Eddie lays his head onto Steve’s shoulder, bringing his doe and fluttering eyes directly toward Steve. “I might. Is that okay with you, big boy?” he says with a smirk. Steve looking forward, taking a deep breath. His tongue pushing against his cheek. You watch with your eyes wide. You take a sip of your beer. It looks like he’s actually thinking about it! You wouldn’t dare take your eyes off of them.

Steve quickly drops a sigh and says, “Fuck it.” His body fully turns towards Eddie, his hand on his cheek. Eddie’s eyes show shock. He must have thought he wasn’t going to do it. You observe Eddie’s expression slowly shifting towards pleasure and closing his eyes. Steve leans Eddie back down and lands his lips onto his. Eddie resting on his elbows. You slowly pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arm around your legs. The pressure of holding your knees tightly together is keeping you grounded as you observe the two of them. You whisper to yourself, “Holy shit this is going to be a good night.” You sink into your seat.

Steve gives Eddie one last gentle peck. Eddie’s eyes remain closed as Steve slowly comes back up. Your eyes glued to both of them. You continue to look back and forth between them as Steve places more distance. Eddie’s eyes slowly open as he begins to lift himself from his elbows. He is taking his time to recover from Steve’s kisses. Your eyes meet Steve’s. He laughs, “You both look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?” You shift in your seat, your feet back on the ground, trying to seem more comfortable in your body. “Yeah, totally! That was totally something expected and not life altering,” you say forcibly laughing to yourself. Steve gives you a look of genuine, yet amused, confusion. He turns to Eddie. “Eddie, are you okay?” Eddie is pulled from his thoughts. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m cool dude,” he says softly. Steve could tell something changed, but did not want to draw too much attention to it. “Okay, well who’s-who’s turn is it now?” Steve says.

“I think Eddie gets to choose,” you say nodding towards him. Eddie clears his throat, gathering himself. With a quick shift in his demeanor, Eddie’s eyes were hard focused on Steve’s. “Steve, truth or dare?” Steve scoffs, “Let’s go with truth this time around.” Eddie teases, “Okay, pussy.” You put your hands to your mouth, unsure of what kind of question will be asked next. Eddie adjusts his sitting to tuck a leg underneath him on the couch. He is finally able to take Steve head on. “Did you like it?” he says. Your grip on your chin tightens. You suck in air through your nostrils. Steve places his hand on Eddie’s thigh, “I liked how much you enjoyed it.” You try to be as quiet as possible, as if you don't want to scare these timid animals. Not a single muscle moves in your body.

Eddie smirks, his eyes full of intent. You notice that that’s how he usually looks at you before you guys head to his bedroom. He softly says, “You gonna do it again, Harrington?” Steve chuckles, sucking his teeth. “Only if you ask me nicely,” he says, squeezing Eddie’s thigh. Eddie laughs, knowing that Steve was going to make him work for it. He put his hand on Steve’s, pulling it off his leg, and placing it onto his inner thigh. Eddie raises his chin as he releases a soft moan at Steve’s touch. Steve’s eyebrows came together, his eyes darting from Eddie’s to their hands. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand, tensing his body, pushing more into it. You watch, knowing without a doubt that you are 99.97% sure that this is the best thing that has ever happened to you. You get to watch Harrington, the “hair,” kiss Eddie, the “freak.” You are happy for both of them, that they have a safe place to do this, but god damn is this awakening something new and deep within you. Eddie slowly turns towards you. “What do you think, y/n? Should Harrington kiss me?”

You clear your throat, shocked that their eyes were on you. You had floated to the background. You were a fly on the wall. You weren’t a part of whatever amazingness this was. You were just the audience. You very carefully plan the next words out of your mouth. You overanalyze each word as though you were defusing a bomb and any wrong movement would mean everyone and everything was dead. You felt more pressure within this moment, then when you helped Dustin save Eddie in the upside down. You try to convey a sarcastic, effortless tone, knowing full well that everything in your body wanted this suggestion to take place. “You guys should just fuck and get it over with already!” Eddie immediately smiles, turning towards Steve, and biting his lip. His eyebrows raising, he says, “What do you think?”

You could see that Steve was genuinely contemplating it. A tightness in your chest comes over you. You begin to get excited. There is an actual possibility that this might happen for you all. Steve couldn’t lie that kissing Eddie made him feel things in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t expect. The holding of his inner thigh, so close to a familiar bulge in his hands. He could feel it harden with brushes of his fingertips. Steve is curious to what all this could mean. He was interested in exploring, but wasn’t sure if he was ready to bend Eddie over - as much as he wanted to and refused to let himself think about. Steve turns back to you, trying to pull the attraction away from Eddie.

“And what would you do?” Steve says. You look towards him, again not expecting to be any part of this. You look back at Eddie, begging him for help. You were way out of your level of expertise. You always imagined a ménage à trois was something you’d get into in college, not senior year of high school. You barely lost your virginity last year and here you are. Eddie grabs Steve’s chin forcefully, making him look at him. Eddie smiles, “She is going to sit on your face as I suck your dick.” You lose your breath. You begin mentally preparing yourself of what that would look like. How would you not immediately cum seeing Eddie taking all of Steve? Steve shifts his weight on the couch, something growing within his pants. Eddie looks down, noticing a new crease in his jeans. “Oh, it looks like you like that idea,” he says, slowly putting pressure on the bulge. Steve let out a sharp breath, his chin raising. While still palming Steve’s groin, Eddie addresses you completely unfazed. “Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He gives Steve one more tight squeeze, stands up, and walks towards the kitchen. He swings his arm, grabbing the vodka bottle on the counter, and lightly dances into his room.

You sit there, staring at Steve in disbelief. Once both of your eyes meet, your shock subsides. “You okay?” you say, standing up from your chair. Steve laughs to himself, a slow smile appearing on his face. He looks up to you, “This is gonna be a good night.” He stands from the couch and walks towards Eddie’s bathroom. You’re left alone in the living room. You take a second to breathe. It’s okay if you cum too early, at least you get to focus on watching, you think to yourself. You breathe in and out rapidly, as to pump yourself up for what you imagine to be the most amazing, weirdest night of your life. You walk to Eddie’s bedroom.

Eddie is laid back on the bed, his belt unbuckled and exposing his happy trail. Steve is on the bed next to him, his shirt already off. The hair on his chest looking incredible in this lighting. He’s so beautiful that it's easy to skip over the still healing wounds on his torso. Eddie smiles and pats the bed, “We’ve been waiting.” You laugh, “I was one second behind Steve. Calm down.” You attempt to land your knee onto the mattress, but Steve puts his hand out to you. Your hands rise in confusion. “Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re going to have to take off at least two articles of clothing before you get on the bed.” You scoff, pointing at Eddie. “Eddie didn’t have to do that!” Eddie smirks, “Well that’s because I got here first, darling.” Steve put his hand to his chest. “And I got here second and there went my shirt,” he adds. “So that means two for you, sweetheart,” Eddies whispers.

You give off an audible sigh. You’re annoyed, but this is also an opportunity to make them both so horny they can’t get their hands off of you - or hopefully each other. You look down at your clothes, determining which items you should take off. You feel a rush of confidence when you finally decide. You look at both of them, slowly taking off your shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, your hair messily falling back to your face. Thank whoever’s in charge that you wore your light pink lace bra today, the see through one without much padding. Your nipples visible behind the lace. Steve’s mouth opens. He’s never seen you like this before and damn you look good. Eddie is licking his lips, desperately wanting to know what comes off next.

You smile and reach under your skirt, careful not to show too much. You pull down your striped panties. They fall to your ankles. You step out of them and cross your legs. You watch as Steve lays his hand on Eddie’s, gripping tightly. The tips of Eddie’s fingers sliding underneath his boxers. “Can I come to bed now, boys?” you say. Steve furiously nods his head. Eddie, without a thought, immediately says, “Yes please.” You smile as you lay your bare ass on Eddie’s blankets. You look towards the both of them as you form a triangle on the bed. “What should we do first, boys?” you say confidently.

Eddie takes a breath, trying to brush off the rush he just got from you. He looks towards you and leans in for a kiss. You happily oblige. You feel Eddie’s tongue rush at you, you open wide to take it all in. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s hand slowly crawling towards Steve’s belt. Steve adjusts himself so Eddie has a better angle. He leans down towards your neck, giving you soft nibbles. You feel Steve’s hand trace down to your inner thigh. Your breathing quickens against Eddie’s lips. Eddie minimizes the actions of his tongue as he exposes Steve’s boxers and sees a huge cock lined within them. He groans, pulling his face from you. “Oh fuck,” he says looking at Steve. You take a gander, “Holy fuck. Steve, you’re hung.” Steve laughs, pulling away from your neck. “Did you really expect something smaller?” Eddie cautiously leans in to palm it.

Steve finally reaches the part where your inner thigh and groin meet. You lift your head up in an attempt to receive more air. Your body desperately begging you to scream at him as he takes his time. Finally, you feel him touching your folds. Your body relaxes and you let out a moan. Eddie’s eyes on you and Steve. Steve smiles and lets out a moan in tandem with your’s. “God damn, y/n. You’re so fucking wet and we barely started.” Steve reaches out for Eddie’s other hand. “You gotta feel this,” he says bringing his hand under your skirt. You feel two fingers at your entrance. You bite your lips. You know there’s no way in hell you’re going to last too much longer. “You are super wet, baby. Did Steve and I turn you on out there?” Eddie says. You run your fingers through your hair. “I think I would give anything to see you boys kiss again,” you say breathlessly. Steve begins to rub your clit, grabbing your face with his other hand. “Keep your eyes open then, baby. You’re going to want to see this.”

While maintaining a steady rhythm on your clit, Steve moves his hands toward Eddie’s throat. Eddie thrown aback, never having been touched like this before. Steve slams his lips into Eddie’s. Eddie’s mouth opens and you can see Steve’s tongue forcefully making its way in. Your thighs begin to clench. Steve applying rougher pressure to your clit. You watch as Eddie regains his composure, taking a good bit of your slick, and dives into Steve’s boxers. He begins to rub his thumb on the head of Steve’s cock. Eddie wraps the remaining fingers around Steve’s shaft. Steve starts to moan heavily against Eddie’s lips. You moan so loudly, you don’t care who fucking hears. You have never felt this good.

Steve quickly switches his hands, now teasing his fingers at your entrance. Your eyes remain fixed on Eddie and Steve. He dives his fingers within you, making you gasp. Eddie beginning to pump Steve faster. Steve’s breathing quickening. You begin to watch as Steve brings his hand close to your mouth. You spit in his hand, praying that that was what he wanted. His hand then travels to Eddie’s boxers. Another thing that caught Eddie off guard. He couldn’t sustain making out with Steve so he rested his forehead against his, breathing heavily. Steve begins to stroke Eddie’s cock to a similar beat as his fingers thrust into you. Eddie is trying to maintain his rhythm on Steve’s cock, but failing. Eddie starts moaning loudly. You begin to bounce on Steve’s fingers. You pull your eyes away from them slowly, focusing solely on Eddie’s melodic moans.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you hear. You shoot your eyes open, not wanting to miss anything. You see Eddie furiously pounding on Steve’s cock. You notice Steve’s eyes closing, his lips parting, his head leaning back. You can feel the thrust of his fingers weakening beneath you. Steve’s moans increasing in sound and frequency. You quickly move behind him, leaving his fingers. You let him rest his head back onto your shoulder. You kiss his neck and cheek lightly. His breathing so heavy. His moans so loud. Sweat forming on his forehead. His body tenses onto you. You grab the back of his hair tightly, and whisper in his ear, “Cum for us, big boy.” Steve gives out this strong, animalistic moan. Cum shooting onto the blankets and onto Eddie’s hard dick. Steve holding Eddie’s cock so tight as he climaxes. He starts to breathe harshly as he comes down from his high.

As he slows his breathing, Steve’s eyes open to Eddie smiling, watching him intensely. Steve uses some of his cum to further lubricate Eddie’s dick. Eddie releases his grip and leans back. He watches as Steve’s hand bounces up and down off his cock. You give Steve one last peck and move yourself closer to Eddie. You begin to cup his balls as Steve feverishly jacks Eddie off. Eddie’s body fully rests onto the mattress. His hands now covering his eyes, rings cool to the touch. Eddie can’t stop himself from moaning. He tries to remain quiet, but there’s no way between Steve jacking him off and you massaging his sack. Eddie mumbles moans under his breath. His hands rushing through his curly hair, trying to keep it off his face. Steve’s breathing quickening again. “Oh, you like that huh, Eds? You wish I was balls deep into your ass right now, dontcha?” Steve taunts. Eddie bit his lip so hard you thought he might bleed.

Eddie’s moans now quick and struggled. Your grip on his balls tighten as you squeeze his upper thighs. You are so fixated on the scene in front of you, that you lost feeling in your clit. You could see that Eddie was trying to last as long as he could. Not wanting to stop this extreme pleasure. Steve recognizes it too, watching Eddie’s eyebrows continue to raise and furrow. “You want my mouth on your cock, Eddie? Is that it? Are you playing hard to get?” Steve says in a whisper, slowing his pull on Eddie’s dick. Eddie’s eyes open and he nods. “Please,” he says quietly. Steve lowers his face, closer and closer to the head of Eddie’s cock. He stops, Eddie groaning in pain and anticipation. “Please, what?” Steve says. “Please, daddy,” Eddie replies. Steve smiles and lowers his mouth onto Eddie’s cock. Eddie immediately came within his mouth, cum rolling down the sides of his dick. Steve swallows proudly and wipes a drop of cum off the side of his mouth.

You watch Steve, impressed. You continue to cup Eddie’s balls, helping him come back down. Eddie’s breathing steadies and you move your hands towards his waist. You lick any remaining cum off of Eddie’s shaft and watch them both with a smile. Steve stands up from the bed. Eddie quickly lifting off from the mattress. “Woah, woah woah. You’re not leaving right?” he says. Steve laughs, lowering his pants, his boxers following. “Oh no,” he smiles. “We can’t forget about y/n.” Your eyes wide in shock. It was almost as though you were having an out of body experience. After watching them both, you had no intent on Steve or Eddie finishing you off. You had such extreme pleasure just from seeing them cum together. Eddie’s smile grew. “How rude of us? We left you high and dry. We better make it up to her, Harrington.” You put your hand to your lip, completely unsure of what will happen next. However, you knew that you’d be following through with whatever they choose to do to you.

“Why don’t you lie on the bed, baby,” Steve says placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “Ass up,” Eddie says harshly, squeezing your other thigh. You slowly move to lay on your stomach. Your head resting on its side. Your skirt barely covering your wet pussy. The boys adjust so that they’re both behind you. Eddie lowers his pants and boxers. “Oh fuck, Steve. What are we going to do with this pretty pussy?” Eddie says in a playful tone. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” Steve says. You prepare yourself for whatever they throw your way.

---- x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x ----

note: god damn. lmk if you want more with your reblogs and comments. i think i might need more honestly 😨

part two • the unexpected •

338 notes · View notes

smoqueen · 7 months

Text

how i look at you after taking a huge bong rip and needing to cough so bad but putting all of my energy into not coughing

33 notes · View notes

queencherryberry · 11 months

Text

Minors do not interact. 18+

Warnings: excessive weed usage, overprotective brother!randy, vaping, Matt Riddle, high sex, dom!cody, breeding kink, daddy kink, handcuffs, cream pie, brat behavior, reader gets what she started, bruising kink

Chapter 2 of Brothers Best Friend

You grabbed your blanket and snacks from your brother's car and followed the guys downstairs to Cody’s finished basement. You sat between Cody and Matt. You were all wrapped up in your blanket. Randy set out the stuff. “Are we rolling or are we smoking out the bong?” Randy asked. He looked at the three of you. “It don’t matter bro. I’m fine with either or. As long as we have a killer sesh.” Matt was the first one speak up. Cody hit off his vape mod before chiming in. “She ever done gravity bong? I got an empty 2 liter upstairs I can go get?” Matt, you and Randy all stared at Cody with wide eyes. “Brooo…” Matt looked at Cody with disbelief. Randy sighed a long sigh of disapproval. “Rhodes…if she does a gravity bong rip now, she’ll be ducked for the rest of the day. She’s got school tomorrow.” Randy started. “It’s fine, if she passes out again here tonight I’ll take her to school in the morning.” Cody retorted. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you staring at his mod so he let you have it. “Omnomnom” You giggled taking a hit from his mod. “What’s that?” You asked innocently. Sure you’ve smoked from the bong and cartridge and whatever rolls Randy and Matt have made, but never a gravity bong that Cody was talking about.

“Hey pipsqueak, why don’t you go throw on some music to do this to while me and Matt set this up since Rhodes wants to see take this so bad.” Randy spoke. You got up and went to Cody’s stereo and threw on one of your favorite stoner songs while Cody went upstairs to find that 2 liter. You sat back down jamming out to the music you put on while boys did their parts for this to happen. You took another hit from Cody’s vape really liking the taste. You spotted your brother’s cartridge pen and set Cody’s mod down. You grabbed Randy’s pen and examined it. “It’s a sativa. 85% THC. I think it’s Wedding Cake or something. I can’t remember. But I guarantee you Matt’s stuff is stronger. If I were you I’d do a baby hit off this gravity bong.” Randy explained. Cody came back downstairs with the bottle as promised. He had cut a hole in the bottle for the bowl piece to fit. He gave it to Randy while Matt was grinding up his flower. “So what strand you got Matt?” Cody asked. “Moon Rocks OG.” Matt replied. When he dad grinded the flower enough he loaded the bowl piece. “Well, are we ready my bros and bro-tte?” Matt asked looking pretty stoned himself already, but that was naturally just him normally every time. You nodded and followed the guys to Cody’s guest bathroom. Randy and Matt put the bottom of the bottle in the water and heated the bowl watching the bottle fill up with smoke. You followed Randy’s instructions on how to take the hit. Once the bottle was filled to the amount of smoke you were satisfied with you knelt down to get into position. Cody sat beside you and held your hair so it wouldn’t get wet. You took one deep inhale of the smoke as Randy started pushing the bottle into the water causing you to clear the whole thing. You sat back and held the smoke in your lungs for a few seconds before releasing the smoke. You started coughing and smiling instantly feeling the buzz. You almost forgot that you had a hangover. Cody helped you to your feet and walked you to the couch as everything started spinning. Cody himself went back into the bathroom to join the guys in their hits. Soon coughing from everyone could be heard. All three men came stumbling out of the bathroom giggling and coughing. Cody took his spot to your right and had a huge smile plastered to his face. Matt was the one who was coughing the least. He took his regular bong and filled it with water. He loaded another bowl and offer anyone another hit. Him and randy kept passing the bong back and forth for about four hits before they remembered that you and Cody were also in the room.

After about 3 hours of smoking and munchies and laughing, all four of started to get tired. Y’all had a pretty great buzz going. Randy looked at the time and told Matt it was time to leave. You had actually started dozing off into Cody’s side as he played Zelda. Knowing that you’d more than likely throw a fit if woken up Randy let you be. Him and Cody repositioned you on the couch so you were laying comfortably. After promising to drive safe, your brother and Matt left. Cody cleaned up the munchies mess and turned off his stereo and gaming console. He stretched and looked over at you sleeping on the couch. He covered you with your blanket and carried you upstairs to his bed where you’d be more comfortable.

After he laid you down he laid down in his spot and cuddled you. He, himself, started getting sleepy. After 45 minutes of dozing off he stirred finding you practically laying on top of him. He didn’t think anything of it and let you be. That was until he felt you sloppily give his neck light kisses. He had thought that you were asleep. “Hey…no. Randy would kill me.” He tiredly mumbled. He tried putting you back on your side so he could sleep. You pouted. “But I want cuddles.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt. You lifted his shirt slightly and basically faced planted into his abs. You started tracing his abs till he swatted your hand away. You pouted again. You started lightly dragging your nails down his abs and he again swatted your hand away. “Stop it or you’re gonna get in trouble.” He warned sternly. His eyes shot open when you started nibbling on his side. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you up to look him in the face. He wasn’t expecting to see a smile plastered on your face. You let out a moan on instinct. “Stop. Being. A. Horny. Brat.” He growled. Your smile only grew. You straddled him with your ass resting on his newly forming bulge. He growled again. This time he grabbed you by the throat and applied a bit of pressure. You gasped out a chuckle. You wiggled your hips feeling his bulge get bigger in his shorts. “Then fucking do something about it then… Daddy.” You mocked pulling his hand away and getting in his face. In the blink of an eye you found yourself on your back with his hand back around your throat and him between your legs. “You want to fucking test me you dirty horny whore?” He said getting in your face. Your face turned a light shade of pink at his words. “Bite me bitch.” You moaned out and playfully rolled your hips against his. His bulge was more noticeable in his shorts this time. Before you knew it, the both of you were making out and pulling on each other’s clothes. Cody was the first to rip his shirt off and toss it aside. It was followed by your hoodie and your crop top only leaving you in your black lacy bra. He went back to attacking your lips and neck while he teased you by pulling at your sweatpants. You had managed to sneak a hand into his shorts and started stroking his dick to egg him on. “You dirty bitch, you just can’t wait can you? You want it so bad you’re impatient. Do I need to teach you patience? Huh? Do you need to be taught a lesson? Maybe I should mark you were your brother can see? Or maybe I should mark both your thighs? Or maybe…I should tie those curious little needy hands of yours and drive you up the wall. Come to think of it, the image of you tied up and begging sounds hot.” He grunted thrusting into your hand. He applied more pressure to his grip on your throat and bit down hard leaving a rapidly growing hickey. He continued to do this till he got to your chest. He released his grip on your throat and used both hands to rip off your bra exposing your chest. He viciously attacked one of your breasts with his mouth biting and suckling the sensitive bud between his lips. While you were distracted by the sudden attack towards your chest he pulled off your sweats and tossed them with the rest of the clothes on the floor and pulled his own shorts off. He gave himself a few quick strokes before attacking your other breast the same way he did to the first one. He slipped in two fingers and started thrusting them in and out of your core. Your back arched at the sudden feeling and your clit happened to briefly come in contact with his throbbing members’ head. He moaned on your sensitive bud and pulled up for air. He looked down at you and watched as you were breathless under him. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. He liked the way you squirmed under him. He felt your legs start twitch and pulled his fingers out and licking your juices from them. “Not so fast whore. You started this, you’re gonna get the full ride.” He teased. He got off the bed and went looking in his closet till he came back with a set of handcuffs. “2 options baby girl: you can

(You meant to tell me I have to post this in 2 parts!?) 😤

#wwe #cody rhodes #matt riddle #bookshelf #weed mentions #weed usage #randy orton #18+#smut #daddy cody #cody rhodes smut

63 notes · View notes