#the only thing I had on me was my bong and a lighter

[pocketclowns]

no but i actually get so upset when people pocket my lighters????????

#i only buy ones i think are funny or cute #and i get attached to my things idk man!!!!!! #my bf had a friend over last night and i love him i think he’s great #but tell me why i just went to light my bong and my lighter that’s always on the table is nowhere to be seen #bro where’s my silly little clown lighter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #give it back !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #it’s ok he lives in the same complex so i can go steal it back if i feel like it lmao

[cas-writes-stuff-ig]

Regina's Pet

CONTENT:

Word Count: 10,210 words

f!/nb!reader x regina george (dom!regina sub!reader)

-reader and regina smoke weed and cigarettes, but reader has never used a bong before

-drinking

-the reader has a shoulder tattoo and Regina finds

-cady and janis are friends with the plastics

-smut (she collars you later) (mommy kink) (degrading and praise) (semi-public stuff) (a bit of BDSM) (she eats you out and fingers you, and she rides your face) (edging and overstim)

-gross guy hitting on Regina, reader helps her

-fluffy shower aftercare

-she dates you in the end

-regina is kinda more nice here, but she still calls you a dumbass

(btw the smut is at the beginning and the end if you want to skip to it, but there's a lot of teasing build-up between there.)

Hi, i’m really new to writing so sorry if its shitty. I hope you like it. I might make a Part 2

(small unrelated note: I accidentally posted this while I was still writing it out yesterday, mb to those 15 people who saw this and didn't read the finished version, I'm kinda new to writing on Tumblr [i also haven’t written anything since i was 13 so bear with me])

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In university you were more or less a wallflower, leaned against a wall near the kitchen counter watching people come and go with drinks, watching the dance floor. Your friends had disappeared somewhere in the house leaving you unintentionally. It was Friday, and the night was young.

You looked into your red solo cup and downed it all, then walked to the kitchen counter to pour yourself another cup of liquid courage with coke.

Just as you were about to resume to leaning against a wall a hand tapped your shoulder from behind and you saw her, Regina George. You assumed she just came from the crowd of people dancing since you hadn’t seen her before that.

She’s been in some of your lectures and had taken a liking to you, her normal spot was always near you or next to you, so you could share notes, but she always had friends around her. With others, she was snarky but with you she was snarky in a more friendly-flirty way. You couldn’t tell if she was actually flirting or not. But she often invited you out to study outside of class.

She was taller than you and you looked up a bit at her, then she stepped forward and you stepped back against the wall “Hey little wallflower,” she grinned as she saw your face of surprise, “Didn’t expect you to be here” and looked you up and down. This was one of the only times you saw her in a non-educational setting.

While of course she looked stunning, you looked down at your own outfit and scratched the back of your head, you wore just a T-shirt partially tucked in jeans. “Yeah kind of, I don’t know where my friends went. I got a little lost.” You admitted.

“You smoke?” she asked.

“Weed or Nicotine?”

“Either, I’ve got both if you want” her voice enticed you like a siren call.

Tired of standing around watching like a loner you nod “Preferably weed right now, just warning you, I’m a bit of a lightweight, but sure” you said

“Hmm, okay loser, c’mon” Regina smirked took your free hand, and led you through the crowd toward the side yard, where two girls were sitting around a table passing a bong, finishing up a bowl. You recognize them as part of Regina’s pack of friends, but you never formally talked to them.

Regina let go of your hand, “Hey guys you know Y/N, Y/N you know Gretchen and Karen right? Right.” she sat down on an empty chair and beckoned you to sit in the empty one next to her.

Gretchen stood “Actually we were just about to go get more drinks and find Cady and Janis, we’ll be back Gina” Karen also stood and handed Regina the bong and the lighter.

When they were out of earshot you whispered nervously to Regina, “Um, Regina? I’ve smoked weed but I’ve never used a bong before” you were bright red wondering if she’d judge you or something.

She had stared packing a small bowl and laughed at you a little “Sweet little thing” her voice was flirty but you couldn’t tell if it was just the alcohol in both your systems. She turned back to you “Move closer to me, I’ll help you” she ordered. You pushed your chair toward Regina and sat in front of her, knees almost touching. “Hands out flat hold the bottom, sweetheart” then she placed it on your hands. “Now, breathe in” you did as you were told and the water bubbled. Then, she lit the bowl and looked straight into your eyes, and then finally took the bowl out and nodded signaling for you to stop breathing in.

You breathed out the smoke which felt smoother than any smoke you’d ever had in your lungs “Good job Y/N, baby” her voice was a little condescending, but you warmed inside still at the praise. She took it out of your hands and used it herself. You alternated turns using it, with her still helping you and only giving you small short hits.

Feeling more at ease, you relaxed more in your chair and melted in it a bit. Regina looked at you cunningly, obviously enjoying that you were starting to let loose. “Regina, why are you hanging out with me I’m not exactly the most riveting thing at this party” you circled your hand insinuating that she was the riveting thing here.

“You intrigue me sweetheart” she said nonchalantly “Do i need another reason?”

“No I guess not..”

She added sarcastically “Oh, I remember I only keep you around for lecture notes and help with homework.” you laughed and she spoke again “you don’t look half bad either.” Was that Regina saying she thought you looked good? You ignored that thought and took a sip from your solo cup.

“Hey Regina” you slurred your words a bit while she took another hit herself “Can I have another hit, please?” and grinned at her.

You leaned forward so you could hold your hand out again, instead she grabbed your shirt collar eliciting a gasp from you, lips as close to hers without kissing, she started blowing smoke into your mouth and you obliged breathing it in. Then pulled you in for a quick kiss, leaving you speechless. “Cat got your tongue loser?” still holding your shirt, keeping you from moving backward.

Pausing for a moment trying to process what happened and to find the words, you spoke softly your inhibitions lost “No, you do” and she pulled you in again for a deeper kiss tasting her lipstick. She let go of your shirt and her thumb cleaned your lips of her lipstick.

Your head spun from the alcohol, weed, and adrenaline, your body was warm and fuzzy. “Fuck, you’re amazing” you said under your breath without thinking. Your heart hammered.

“Of course I am Y/N” she stood up and held her hand out to you, a silent order for you to get up and take her hand.

“You’re like a goddess” she stared down at you, like you were her obedient servant. Then you took her hand.

“I know loser”

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She called an Uber for both of you and brought you back to her dorm. She told you that her roommate wouldn’t come back tonight, since they head home on the weekends.

She led you inside and you asked “You sure your roommate isn’t gonna come back?” you closed the door behind you.

“Ugh no, shut up don’t ruin the mood just kiss me” she shoved you against the door and tilted your head up to look at her “You gonna be good for me?”. You just nodded and kissed her, she pushed her knee between your thighs and you whined into her. You opened your mouth more to let her tongue inside.

With your core aching for more touch, you started grinding on her thigh and she pushed her knee up higher into you. Regina broke the kiss with a bite to your lip eliciting another moan from you. “Shit- Regina” you buried your face in the crook of her neck and moaned out, she took your face to look back at her.

“Do you want more?” she asked, but you only nodded. “Ah ah” Regina scolded you “use your words.”

“Shit, please Regina? Please, fuck me. Be mean to me” You begged her not thinking about your words.

She smirked at you feigning disgust “Oh? Shy, innocent, little wallflower is so dirty” She removed her leg from between your knees and started undoing your belt and pants. Then she walked away from you towards the bed and started removing her shirt, while you did the same. She then sat on the bed with only her panties on and spread her legs. “You want me to fuck you? Get on your knees and earn it”

You both were still very crossfaded and you eagerly went on your knees kissing her from her knee to her inner thigh biting as you went. You looked up and saw her flushed face and kissed above her clit through her panties. “Take them off. Make mommy feel good.”

“Yes mommy” You loved her telling you what to do. You slid her panties off and she spread her legs for you. Regina’s pussy was wet, and hot. She looked down at you expectantly. “You’re beautiful” you said before pressing your tongue to her clit. Regina moaned out and you squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve your own ache.

You tongued at her clit and pulled away to use a hand to rub circles around her bud “Can I use my fingers inside you?” and she let out a yes between moans and you watched her face as you slid two fingers easily inside her wet cunt and curled them pressing her g-spot her head threw back. You then returned your tongue to her clit pressing and licking harder.

“Shit baby, I’m close, don’t stop” she grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer suffocating you between her legs a little bit. You rubbed your thighs together trying to relieve yourself and moaned into her pussy while you curled your fingers inside of her.

A loud “Fuck” between pants and moans was the last thing she said before she arched her back, one hand pressing you hard into her pussy the other supporting her while she came on your fingers, you continued the assault on her clit while she rode out her orgasm. When she finished you licked her pussy and thighs clean.

"You have a tattoo, I never took you for a tattoo kind of person" You looked up at her as she traced your shoulder. Regina found it hot "You never told me" It was always well hidden behind a normal tshirt

You replied "You never asked" and gave her a smile "It's not finished yet though"

She pulled you up onto the bed with her and you straddled one of her thighs. “You did such a good job pet” She still breathed heavily, and she kissed you tasting herself on your tongue.

You grinded down on her thigh a bit while you worshiped her body, a little whine escaping your mouth. Though your core aches for attention you dare not ask in fear of upsetting the goddess. Instead you worshipped her body with a trail of kisses from her neck to her breast. Leaving hickeys and marks only on places that could be covered easily. When you leaned back to look at the marks you left, you just stared looking at her perfect figure.

You heard Regina let out a scoff “You done gawking at me sweetie?” you reddened realizing how long you stared for. Smirking at your embarrassment, she decided to give you mercy “You ready for your reward baby?” her voice sickly sweet and domineering.

“Please” you said under your breath, you couldn’t take waiting any longer, it ached between your legs.

Regina laughed a bit at you “So needy” She took a hand and signaled for you to lift your hips, her other hand placed on her thigh where you’d been grinding slightly. “Ride it, ride my fingers slut.”

You lowered down onto her hand and as soon as you took her fingers in she curled them hitting your g-spot, a loud moan escaped from your mouth and then you started to grind your hips. You covered your mouth with your hand and closed your eyes, your other hand on her shoulder supporting yourself. Riding her hand, the base of her palm rubbed against your clit “Shit- Regina..” you moaned out but muffled against your hand.

She stilled your hips and threatened “Move your hand, let me hear you or I’ll stop” you opened your eyes half-lidded and let your hand drop to Regina’s other shoulder supporting yourself with both hands now. “Good pet seems like you can follow orders hm”

She started guiding your hips against her hand to start you back up again. You didn’t break eye contact with her. You moaned out loudly when her hand from your hip found one of your nipples and pinched it hard. “Regina” you panted out desperately and she just bit her lip.

She curled her fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot and let you grind, you synched your hips with her movements. Each press inside and each time your clit moved against her palm sent pleasure shooting through your body, and heat started to burn in your core “Fuck, Regina- please I’m close. I can’t” you were almost tipping over the edge

“Cum for me baby, go on” She instructed and your legs shook and you moaned out her name over and over, she continued to guide you through your orgasm still pressing against your inside until you stopped grinding against her hand.

When she started to pull her hand away, you lifted your hips to let her, Regina let her fingers slide through your slit and rubbed hard against your overstimulated clit. A loud whimper escaped, but you tried not to move away “Shit- Regina, I’m sensitive” You looked at her pleadingly, legs trembling

“I know baby” she smirked deviously as your legs shook “come one more time for me, can you do that?” she circled your clit faster.

“Yes, fuck- anything for you” you weren’t going to last long, especially when she talked to you like that.

Regina hummed “Such a pathetic toy for me aren’t you?” you whined out a yes and she pressed harder. She loved seeing you come undone.

“Regina, please, I’m close again” you managed to get out, then she started rubbing horizontal strokes right against your clit and you felt like you saw stars “Mommy- please I can’t, I can’t-”

“Go ahead pet” she purred in your ear and you came all over her hand again. This orgasm was more intense than the first, white-hot pleasure struck through you. She whispered praises and encouragement while you came, but she never slowed down wanting to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.

When you pulled your hips away you she brought her hand in front of both of you. “Look at how messy you are baby” then she made a show of licking your wetness off her hands.

You sat on her lap still straddling her and she sat up to kiss you, she wrapped her arms around your waist and your arms went around her shoulder and neck. She kissed your jawline and then your neck leaving a sizable hickey that would be hard to hide. She pulled back to look at you.

“That was incredible” you said breathily coming down from your orgasm high and the weed. “Thank you” you murmured quietly.

“You did say I was amazing” she pulled you close to her lips again, “of course I’m incredible in bed” sounding cocky as ever.

Regina let you climb off her and she helped you clean yourself up. You sat on the bed while she rummaged through her drawer and she threw a pink t shirt and a pair of sweats at you. She decided to keep the stray in her bed. “Stay tonight”

“Thank you” you said as you stood up and got changed into her pjs.

She rummaged more through her drawer and pulled out a small tape measurer “Sit up” she instructed and you did, then she wrapped it around your neck measuring it quickly.

You were confused, but before you could ask what it was for, she lifted the covers to get in bed and anxiety suddenly took over you. You were about to sleep in this gorgeous woman’s bed. But your mind raced. Was this just a fling? Were you really just kept around for homework and a good fuck? Your expression changed and you furrowed your eyebrows a tiny bit. “I’m gonna go get some water really quick” you grabbed her water bottle.

Before you could walk out, she said “Okay nerd, just come back” she sounded irritated, but the way her hand had tugged on your shirt showed you she wasn’t really upset.

“Of course” you grabbed your phone and walked out to the communal bathroom. You went to the sink and splashed water in your face. “Fuck” you said to yourself looking at the mirror, you then tilted your head to the side looking at the hickey she left on you. Your stomach fluttered, you’d just fucked one of the most beautiful people and she wants you to come back to bed.

You opened your phone to worried messages from your friends

Y/N: so sorry guys I’m at someone’s dorm right now

Max: shit we were worried about you, we tried finding you at the party but you weren’t there

Y/N: you guys have my location you know

Jade: whose dorm r you at? did you, yk?

You hesitated before texting back, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Your friends knew that Regina had taken a liking to you and gave you special treatment, they also knew what a huge crush you had on her

Y/N: i’m with regina...

Max: so you’re the one people saw with regina huh

Jade: hope you had fun

Y/N: mm details later, i’m going to bed goodnight

Jade: goodnight

Max: night

Next to the communal bathroom, was a small water fountain and you filled it.

You walked back to her room and she put her phone down quickly and lifted the covers for you to come in. “Hey Regina?” you said nervously as you got shifted to be comfortable in her bed.

“Yes” she replied while she took your arm around to hold her. You were cuddling her, and she scooted closer to you.

“I was just wondering, is this just a one time thing or..” you paused anxiously wondering if she was mad.

She turned over in your arms and looked at you “You’re a good fuck, you’re good with school, yes.” Regina said a bit sternly, almost offended at you asking. “but you don’t look half bad, and I actually happen to enjoy your company” she said under her breath. You wouldn’t know if she actually said that last part if you didn’t feel her breath on your lips.

“And if you want this again, which I know you do, then you’ll get it, understand?” she said cockily again, you didn’t reply but just passionately kissed her, and her hand came to cup your face. “I’ll take that as a yes” This was the nicest Regina ever was up till now, and it warmed you.

She turned back over for you to spoon her and you pulled her close this time and kissed her neck and shoulder. “Thank you, goodnight Regina” you murmured, sleepiness taking over your body.

“Goodnight loser” she replied with no malice in her voice. You nuzzled your face into her shoulder and Regina felt you smile into her shoulder. You were her loser, hers. And hopefully hers for more nights.

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In the morning you realized where you were, in Regina George’s bed and reddened at the realization. In the night you switched positions with her, and she really just held you like a teddy bear. You awkwardly slipped your phone out from under the pillow and checked the time, it was around 10AM.

You felt her stir and pull you close to her, and your heart beamed, the snappy Regina George likes to cuddle you. “Good morning” You felt her breathe against your neck.

“Good morning Regina, did you sleep okay?” you replied and turned over to look at her.

She let go to stretch her arms out a bit. “Good, you?”

“I haven’t slept that good in a while” You admitted, her smile full of pride.

“What? You worn out from last night baby” she teased and you just didn’t reply and turned your head into the pillow. You felt her get up out of the bed then you looked at what she was doing. She handed you your clothes from last night.

She threw you a glance and told you “Get dressed we’re going out.” She sat in her desk chair and started putting on make up.

“Wait what?” you asked surprised.

She turned around annoyed and looked at you “We’re going shopping loser, get dressed” she turned back to her mirror and teased “Don’t worry I wont look at you change, not like I didn’t see you naked last night right?” you flustered and got changed.

You sat on the bed waiting for bed to finish getting ready, kicking your feet a bit “Hey Regina, you got any coffee?” you said as she was slipping on her heels.

“Some in the fridge” you kneeled down to get some and opened a bottle of cold coffee.

“Thanks” you turned and saw her put on her black leather jacket, then she walked up to you, and used a finger to tilt your head up.

“You ready to go?” she smiled looking down at you, the heels she wore made her much taller than you. Your face was red and she reveled in the effect she had on you. You just nodded.

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You sat in the front passengers seat, and of course Regina had a sexy car too. You had chugged your coffee out of nervousness. Regina told you that Gretchen and Karen ended up at some frat guys house, and picked them up.

When they got in you really stuck out like a sore thumb. Three pretty girls and there was you. While they all talked amongst themselves about their night, you just stared at the road.

After arriving at some mall parking lot, Regina led the three of you through an expensive clothing store, you were in the back following them like a lost dog. Regina instructed them to find clothes for you, and you were stunned, you thought they were here for themselves, and you were there to tag along.

“Y/N, sit there got it?” She pointed at some chairs near a dressing room “We’ll be back.” You went to go sit and waited for them.

Gretchen and Karen came to you first and surprisingly they let you pick the clothes that you felt comfortable wearing. They put the clothes you didn’t choose on a rack and dispersed again to pick out clothes for themself. You yelled a “Thanks guys” before they were out of earshot.

Regina came back and walked toward you, “Hey try this on” she handed you a white wife beater and some ripped jeans and she looked through the clothes the girls had chosen for you, and removed some items from the pile. You saw a plastic bag so she had already bought herself some clothes while she was a walking around.

“Okay” You stepped into a dressing room and slipped the clothes on, you saw how expensive they were and grew anxious. You looked good but you still felt nervous and self-conscious, the shirt revealed your tattoo, which you never showed off. You poked your head out and saw Regina looking at you and raised an eyebrow, wanting to see the outfit.

You stepped out and she got up from her chair and approached you, circling you like prey. It made you nervous. Her hand touched your waist and she spoke, “Wear this with your belt” Regina walked in front of you and tucked the front of the shirt into the pants “You look cute” she put a finger on her lip and looked you up and down.

“Th-thanks” you replied nervously.

Regina then walked behind you and smacked your ass lightly. It made you yelp a little, and she let out a soft chuckle. Her fingers laced through the loops on the jeans on either side and pulled your hips into hers and whispered in your ear “Your ass looks nice in these jeans, wear this outfit tonight” Then she nipped at your ear, and you suddenly felt hot. She traced your shoulder again "Also show this off more often"

You stammered out “What’s tonight?” She let go of you and smiled.

“Another party of course” she sat down in the chair and crossed her legs “Get changed again, then let’s go pay”

When you stepped out, Regina took the clothes from you and handed you her bag of clothes to hold, and went to go to the register to pay for you. “You really don’t have to do that Regina it’s fine,” you said, feeling bad if she paid.

“If I’m going to be seen again with you tonight, especially on the dance floor, I want you to look good.” she glanced at you and inserted her card. It was nice that she paid even though it was for her own selfish purposes.

“You sure you don’t want me to pay you back” You felt bad because it was pricey.

“Don’t question me baby” She threw you a glare and walked past you handing you the bag of clothes making you hold both bags but you didn’t really mind that. And you nodded obediently.

Gretchen and Karen were also paying and when you all were reunited at the entrance, you offered to hold their bags as well, which they let you. You walked around more with them at the mall, Gretchen and Karen ended up walking off on their own to another part of the mall, then it was just you and Regina again.

You both were talking comfortably, even though your heart was racing, you wanted to tease her back a bit. You sat at a table, sitting across from each other, drinking some soda, then you leaned forward, elbows on the table resting your head in your hands smiling “So you really do enjoy my company don’t you”.

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever you think”

“Oh come on, you said it last night, I remember it” You tilted your head to the side and grinned wider.

She crossed her legs and her arms and was frustrated “I did, so what? We were drunk and high” She spat, and it almost hurt your feelings. She then put on a devious smile “And if you keep acting like a brat about it, you’ll regret it tonight, understand me, baby?”

Heat instantly went between your legs at what she was insinuating but you continued your facade of confidence “Regret it how?” you laughed and said “Should I fuck around and find out? or be good for you?”

She returned your sentiment “Up to you, either way you’ll end up begging” That made your facade crumble away and you felt your face grow red, and she just relished in your shyness, knowing she won.

Once you were reunited with them again, Regina drove Gretchen and Karen to their respective dorms, and you last. Before you got out the car she grabbed your shirt again and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Meet back at mine at around 7, got it? I’ve got another errand to run”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, thanks for taking me out today” You stepped out and waved.

“Mmhm whatever, thank me later” her tone was mean but she pulled her sunglasses down a little and gave you a look that made your heart flutter for a moment.

She drove away and you walked into your dorm where your two friends were. “Hey guys” you put your bag of clothes down and kicked your boots off.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in” Your friend Jade said to you.

“Yeah a bag of clothes Jade it isn’t a big deal” you replied tired of walking around “Turn around I’m changing”

Max and Jade turned around but still probed at the topic “But you were with the Regina George last night” Jade said.

“And you slept in her dorm” Max added, you changed into your comfortable pjs to lounge around in until 7 o’clock approached

“You can turn back around now” you said and they turned toward you arms crossed

“Details please” they both said and you sighed defeated.

“Promise me you won’t tell a soul” you put your pinkies out for them and the promised.

“Of course Y/N”

You sat on your bed and they sat across from you on Max’s bed, and you huffed out “Fine, she found me, we smoked a bong, and then we left, got an Uber to her dorm and we fucked” you sighed.

Max smiled “I would say sorry for losing you last night, but It seems like you had a great time without us” and pointed to your neck. You had completely forgot you had a hickey there and you were cherry red in the face. Jade and Max laughed at your obliviousness.

“But come on was it good?” Jade pressed.

You had grabbed a pillow and stuffed your mouth and nose into it “yes, she liked my tattoo” you said through the pillow.

“Does she like you? Was it a fling or does she want you again?”

“I don’t know, but she’s insinuated she wanted to fuck again” you mumbled.

Max and Jade high-fived each other “Y/N getting laid with the prettiest girl around” Max said teasing you.

Jade and Max were actually pretty sociable and had connections to parties, so when they got you as a roommate they took you on as their token introvert.

Jade laughed and added wiping away fake tears “They grow up so fast” You threw the pillow at them and their laughter only grew. Once they regained composure, Jade asked “There’s another party tonight, you coming with? Regina might be there” she waggled her eyebrows at you and you held up your middle finger.

“Actually, Regina invited me out to the party with her friends..” you grabbed the bag of clothes and took out the outfit Regina bought for you “that’s what this is for, she bought it for me”

They whooped and cheered, then Max spoke “She must really like you then Y/N” They paused and looked at your anxious face “Don’t sweat it, you’re gonna be hot shit tonight”

“I hope so” You ran your fingers through your hair.

7 o’clock approached faster than you expected, it was already 6:20 and you had gotten some notes done for a class. Then you started to change into the outfit Regina chose for you, you ripped off the tags and threw them in the recycling trashcan near the mirror, putting on your clothes. Max whistled when you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. “Regina has good taste”

“In clothes or people?” you asked, while putting your belt on

“Both Y/N” Max walked up to you and fixed your hair a little. You sat and bounced your knee anxiously “Breathe you already fucked her once you’ll be fine” you just felt silly, your outfit wasn’t too out of your comfort zone but you were scared again.

Max patted your shoulder. “You’re fine, you should wear that gold cross necklace you have, it’d look good with your outfit” you grabbed it and handed it to Max to clasp around your neck.

It was an indulgence purchase from months ago, you saw it and decided you needed it, it was actually expensive and real gold too. You were rather attracted to shiny things, and people like Regina.

Jade was absorbed in some video on her laptop and Max beckoned her “Jay look at them” She paused her video and looked at you.

“Wow go get ‘em tiger” Jade said jokingly, you rolled your eyes and cringed at her

“What are you my dad?” you grinned and then looked at your phone, “Ah shit I should head out now guys” You grabbed your small cross bag and slung it over your shoulder.

“We’ll see you at the party!” Max and Jade called out, you waved them goodbye. Then you walked to Regina’s dorm, it was about a 10-15 minute walk away and you texted her to let you into the building. You were only 3 minutes early.

Y/N: Hey Regina i’m outside, mind letting me in?

Regina G :0 : Be down in a sec

You didn’t wait long as she opened the door for you and led you back to her dorm. She didn’t look at you just yet, she was in a hurry to get back and finish getting ready. When she was finished getting ready, she stepped in front of the mirror and ensured her outfit looked good. She wore a pink shirt that complimented her breast well and black leggings and heeled boots. Then she turned around to you.

She hummed in approval and then you were red again. She traced the gold cross you wore. “Nice touch”. She grazed your arms which were nicely toned but not super muscular.

“Thank you” you stood awkwardly as she was staring at your outfit and your body. You avoided eye contact.

“Real gold?” she took the cross into her hands and looked at the fine details, you nodded. “Consider me impressed” you breathed out a sigh of relief only for her to pull you by your belt into a kiss. “You ready for this little wallflower?”

“Yeah” you said quietly.

She handed you her leather jacket “Hold this for me, don’t lose it” the she leaned over to apply her lipstick and walked back over to you pressing a few kiss marks to your cheek and neck. “Don’t wipe that off either” She pulled her phone out “Just waiting for Gretchen, Karen and Cady now”

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You left your bag at Regina’s since you assumed you’d come back for it anyway but took an unopened pack of Marlboros and a lighter and put it in Regina’s jacket. It was about 8 o’clock that you all left, Cady drove you all to the house party. Regina sat in the front leaving you with Gretchen and Karen in the back. You held Regina’s jacket in your lap.

Karen and Cady were the more amicable of the four in the car. Karen leaned and looked at your back "You've got tattoos Y/N" Suddenly Gretchen leaned over and looked at you.

"You do" She was also surprised "looks good on you"

You swore you saw Regina glance over at you raising an eyebrow, it screamed 'told you I was right nerd'.

Karen complimented your tattoos and asked many follow-up questions you weren't prepared for, but she leaned in and whispered "Regina likes them, she keeps staring at you through the mirror"

Before you could reply back thanks, Cady parked at the curb near the house where you could already hear music, the houses in this neighborhood were huge. Gretchen opened her door first hopping out, and let Karen out. Karen sent you a wink before shutting the door.

Regina led them to the door and opened it, all eyes were on her again. But since you walked in together it felt like they were on you. You all grabbed drinks before Karen and Gretchen dragged Cady to the dance floor. You grabbed some Jack and Coke and Regina just poured herself some Pink Whitney. “Hey Regina can I try some of yours?” you asked trying to loosen up before the alcohol kicked in.

“It’s vodka sweetie, aren’t you a lightweight?” you nodded She placed her cup down and picked up the bottle of Pink Whitney and a clean shot glass and poured you a shot, handing it to you “Bottoms up” You drank it and it burned on the way down but it was sweet and decadent much like Regina herself. She mouthed ‘Good pet’ and smirked then dragged you to the dance floor where you were already tipsy.

“Regina, can I wear your jacket for now so I don’t lose it?” you said loud enough for her to hear through the music and people, she nodded and continued to dance. Your bodies were close together and you were drunk. Alcohol was the best social lubricant.

You danced together and at some points she took your hand and let you spin her around. You had to extend your arms a little bit more than if you were her height and if she wasn’t wearing heels.

You turned your back for a little when you heard Jade and Max call after you and you greeted them, they said they saw you and Regina together and playfully punched your shoulder, and then heard Regina’s voice “Get off me weirdo!” you turned to see some frat guy with his arm wrapped around Regina’s waist.

“Dance with me” he slurred his words very drunkenly but he wouldn’t let go of Regina and she wiggled her way out of his grasp.

“I'm here with someone, get lost” Regina spat.

“Yeah where is he then huh?” The guy stepped up to her, this guy was easily almost a foot taller than you, but Regina didn’t care and she pulled your arm and you instinctively hooked your arm around the back of her waist.

You glared at him and Regina pulled your face towards hers kissing you in front of him and someone others watched, a shy little nobody that no one’s seen is kissing the Regina George. You were drunk and didn’t care, you were pissed this guy wouldn’t leave her alone. Your hand trailed down to her ass momentarily and you both broke the kiss.

He was about to say something else but Gretchen, Karen, and Cady showed up, “Leave her be, fucking jackss” he just scoffed as more people were watching and walked to another girl. You and Regina quickly let go of each other, you wiped off her lipstick from your lips.

Her friends were checking on her and she was just dusting her outfit off obviously irritated as well but she just kept saying she was fine. You were seething inside and chugged the rest of your cup but maintained composure “Regina you okay?”

She looked up at you and snapped “I’m fine Y/N” and she looked at her friends “I’m fine, gonna get more to drink” She stormed off and her friends just stood looking at each other but you weaved your way through the crowd following her.

“Regina” you put a hand on her shoulder, she poured more alcohol into her cup, and she ignored you “Regina let’s go outside for a second” You saw an open case of water and took one out. “Come on Regina please?”

She gave you a death stare but she found the backyard, opened the sliding door, and you followed her when you were alone she sneered at you “I’m fine seriously lay off it” You dare not take her alcohol but you handed her the bottle of water and she sat in a folding chair.

You took out the cigarettes and the lighter and then slipped the jacket off to place around Regina’s shoulders. You sat next to her and opened the pack of cigarettes, placed a piece of gum in your mouth so it wouldn’t taste bad, and lit the cigarette. She drank a third of the water you gave her.

“Smoke break?” you passed her the cigarette and smiled a little, she took it from you wordlessly. You just looked down at your phone and let her have her silence. You got a couple messages from Max and Jade including a picture of Regina and you from the 2nd floor window. You looked at Regina who was turned away from you and then you looked up behind where you saw your friends giving you thumbs up, you flipped them off quickly.

Regina passed the cigarette back to you and you took a long puff. Then she spoke “Men are such jack asses, ugh” she crossed her legs and complained, you listened. “Like get the fuck of of me” she rolled her eyes and then you flicked the ash off and passed the cigarette back to her.

She ranted on for a while before she turned back to you, and murmured a soft “Thanks though” she flicked the cigarette butt away but it landed toward your feet, you picked it up and stuffed it in your pocket to throw away later. Both of you were still thoroughly intoxicated so you felt like you could tease her a little bit.

You put a cigarette in your mouth used one hand to protect it from the wind and one hand lit it up, you took a long puff before smirking. “Regina George? Saying ‘thank you’? I can’t believe my ears” You passed her the cigarette again.

“Shut it nerd” She took a deep breath of the cigarette and blew it at your face. You were glad to see her back to her snarky teasing ways.

“Or what?” You challenged her with no intention of winning. “You gonna punish me, Regina?” You leaned back in your chair and spread your legs to get comfortable, but she stood up.

She walked in front of your chair and towered over you “It seems like that’s what you want” her knee pushed harshly between your thighs, one hand on the back of your chair and the other still holding the cigarette. She looked down at you and you smiled wider, knowing she was back in a better mood. “You better wipe that smug smile off your face L/N”

You tried leaning up to kiss her but she straightened herself out of your reach and shoved her knee harder into your cunt. You whined “Regina” You looked up at her and she held the cigarette to your mouth and watched you inhale, you turned your head to not blow the smoke at her. She looked at you expecting you to say or do something. You put your hands up in defeat “I’m sorry Gina please forgive me” You wanted a taste of her lips.

“Again” she said smiling down at you cruelly, and you swore she could feel the pulse between your legs.

“Regina please, I'm sorry I was joking, I’ll be good now” You put your hands down on your thighs and leaned forward again “Please kiss me”

Like yesterday, she breathed smoke into your mouth. Regina leaned down towards your lips and you inhaled what she gave you, and she pressed her lips to yours. She pulled away and said “You’re forgiven, I suppose”

“Thank you goddess” You smiled at her more timidly. She removed her knee from between your legs and finished off the last of the cigarette. Before she could flick it onto the ground somewhere, you put your hand out to take it from her.

“Oh a good Samaritan too aren’t you?” she taunted you and handed it to you to put in your pocket. She looked you up and down again her eyes lingering at your necklace, then she smirked “Well, God bless you baby” she said seductively, and started to walk away “Let's go back inside shall we?”

She walked ahead of you and you looked up at the window to see if your friends were still there, and they were. Jade mouthed to you ‘bottom’ and you rolled your eyes, then speed walked to catch up with Regina.

Regina got a message and then took your hand and led you upstairs, to a room with a pool table and in the corner, Gretchen, Karen, Cady, and Janis, with two guys you assumed were gonna go home with some of them tonight. They passed around a bong and Regina looked back at you and said quietly. “Hope I trained you well last night, or does my stray need help again?” She sat down next to Cady on the couch and you sat on Regina’s right.

Regina got her turn and then it was yours thankfully you did it right. You passed it around maybe three times and talked and didn’t get awkward or anything, when it was your turn again Regina leaned to whisper in your ear, “Let me know when you wanna go back to mine, I have a surprise” a hand lightly traced the back of your neck and you coughed out then she leaned away to talk to Cady.

You stayed a while, just chatting, and you were pretty sobered up, but you felt needier. You let Regina finish her conversation before tapping Regina’s arm and nodding your head. Then Regina stood up “Cady, me and nerd are heading home now, just gonna take an Uber” You and Regina said bye to everyone else and walked out. Walking out the door she interlaced her fingers with yours.

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Regina traced the inner part of your thigh in the car and you had to bite back a whine when she got too close to your core, and you returned the favor pulling her leg apart slightly as well. Your stomach filled with butterflies.

When you got to her dorm she took her jacket off and kissed you relentlessly, both of you kicking off your shoes. Regina undid your belt and slipped a hand underneath your underwear and felt how wet you were. “Been waiting all night for this pet?” she dragged her finger from your entrance to your clit and pressed lightly.

“Yes, I want you, please” you begged, she took her hand out and licked her finger clean.

“Strip for me and kneel in front of the bed, like yesterday” She commanded and you were happy to follow, you took your gold necklace off and placed it on the desk and rid the rest of your clothes. Her back was turned to you and you heard her opening something while you stripped and went on your knees.

“Hey Regina? Can I keep a shirt on?” she turned to you and you were in nothing but held her pink t-shirt you wore last night.

She was amused to see you wear her clothes “Yeah, sure” she went back to fumbling with something and you put the shirt on and stared at your knees.

When you glanced up at her, she wore only her shirt and lace panties now which made you blush and look at the ground, then you heard a clink of metal. Regina sat on the bed right in front of you, and you looked up and saw what she held. A pretty black collar with a tag on the front engraved with the words “Regina’s Pet” and a ring on the back and front of the collar for a leash or for her to tug on.

“Hey you sober right?” her voice was soft and caring, which surprised you.

“Yes, I am” you replied quietly you were eager.

“Do you want this around your neck?” Regina unclasped it and held it in front of you.

Your mouth went dry and you said “yes” weakly.

“Good” she leaned down and fastened the collar onto your neck. “You’re my pet now, yeah?” she hooked her finger through the loop on the front and pulled you close.

“Yes” is all you could manage to say as she beckoned you to straddle her lap. Your legs were spread as you sat on her and she inspected the collar on you.

“is it too tight?” she yanked on it a little and stuck two fingers between your neck and the collar.

“No- no, it’s good thank you” you were nervous again.

“You’re familiar with the color system, yes?” Regina asked.

You nodded “Green for good, yellow for slow down and red for stop”

“Good you’re gonna need it” She replied and kissed your lips

She let go of your collar and one hand was against your back and the other trailed up your thigh and pressed lightly on your clit. “So about you being a bit bratty earlier today..” she circled your clit gently and she stared into your eyes, “I think I have to discipline you a bit, yeah?”

You were willing to do anything she asked really, and said “Yes” She rewarded that answer with her moving pressing slightly harder, you ached wanting more “I’m sorry Regina, I’ll be good” she let out an approving hum.

“Tell me when you’re close baby, don’t finish unless I say so,” She said, “can you do that for me?”

“Yes” and she rewarded you by pressing against your clit faster “Ah, Jesus- Regina, it feels good” you moaned out and rested your head in the crook of her neck. “Faster please,” you begged needing more friction.

“God you’re so fucking pathetic” but she obliged and touched you faster. “You like when I call you pathetic baby?”

“Fuck, yes!” each thrum against your clit sent you closer and closer to orgasm, and you felt your stomach tighten and your legs trembled “Regina I’m close,” But as soon as you said that her fingers were off you and you whined “No.. please, let me come” your orgasm dissipated and your clit ached.

“Mm no” she responded back, “Lay down spread your legs” You climbed off her and spread your legs, and she lifted the shirt to reveal your wet cunt to her. You closed your legs when she stared, but she pried them back open. She started at your inner thigh and left kisses, marks, and bites all the way up to your pussy, where she licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You arched your back wanting more.

She licked your clit gently at first and then harder, “Regina” you gasped out, and you bucked your hips into her face then she pushed them back down. You looked down and you saw her looking back at you while she ate your pussy out. She flicked her tongue across your clit and you said her name between moans and pants.

While her tongue abused your clit she gathered your slick around her fingers and slid two digits inside you, making you gasp. Pumping her fingers in and out hitting your g-spot your legs began to shake again “Fuck, I’m close. Please don’t stop mommy” But she pulled away leaving you on the edge again. She moved up and kissed you, tasting your wetness on her tongue.

“You’re doing so good for me, pet” She praised and kissed you again letting you rest before she edged you again. “Color?”

“Green” you replied, the ache between your legs hurt but it felt so good to be at the end of her wrath. Then she went back down to lick your clit again, slower this time wanting to draw out your agony a little bit.

She pulled away to look at your cunt “You have such a pretty pussy, you know that pet?” she then thrust two fingers back inside you before you could respond, curling them against your g-spot, your back arched again, making your collar clink slightly and she went back down to lick your clit again.

Her tongue slowly increased speed and pressure as she licked circles around the bud, her fingers still moving inside you. Suddenly she sucked on your clit and you almost fell over the edge “Wait! close- fuckk” you said to her and she stopped again, you didn’t want to come without her permission, you wanted to be good for her.

You were sexually frustrated, tears pricked at the corner of your eye and she took her clean hand and wiped them away “Does your pussy ache sweetie?” her tone was sadistic as she smiled. You just nodded and she cooed “My poor pet” you whined as she teased you. “One more time, can you handle it?”

You nodded eagerly and she lifted your shirt revealing your tummy and left marks down your stomach to your pussy once more, you involuntarily bucked your hips and she slammed your hips down against the mattress, she was stronger than she let on. She started licking once more and it drove you crazy, your clit was sensitive from the edging, she sucked on it occasionally. Then slid two fingers inside you again. “Regina” you drew out her name and she bit gently at your clit. “You feel so good..” then you were sure you could feel her smirk between your legs.

Your legs trembled again as she licked over your clit directly and relentlessly. A third finger stretched your pussy, and you moaned her name again and again. You pleaded “Regina please, please let me come, please” you whined out and looked down waiting for approval, but she just looked at you and sucked your clit hard. “Regina, please- fuck! I can’t, I can’t hold it, please I’m all yours please”

You were about to come crashing over the edge and then she lifted her head replacing her tongue with her thumb and she strummed your clit quickly “Go on baby, come for me” You almost screamed her name but she kissed you and muffled your sounds, she pulled away from the kiss.

The only words that came out of your mouth as you came was her name “thank you” and “don’t stop” She loved watching the scene before her. Her collared pet writhing and coming under her touch. Regina only stopped when you pushed her hand away, overstimulated.

She put her fingers in your mouth “Clean up your mess pet” you sat up and licked her fingers clean.

When you finished you kissed her hand and murmured “Thank you for letting me finish” she smiled and grabbed a water bottle from her table and held it to your mouth. Your mouth was dry from moaning her name so much.

“You okay there nerd?” she asked gently. She was worried she was too rough on you.

“I’m all good, my legs just feel like jelly” you gave a soft smile and she leaned down to kiss one of your legs. She smiled back at you.

“You up to return the favor?” she straddled your hips as she waited for your answer. You pulled her by the collar of her shirt like she’s done to you and kissed her.

You let her pull away and said “Of course” and she pulled her panties off.

She moved up so her pussy was right over your mouth, she was practically dripping “Be a good doll and make me feel good” She lowered herself onto your mouth and you greedily licked her pussy, you loved how she tasted and you grabbed her hips to put her full weight onto you.

She groaned and began to grind against your tongue, you guided her hips back and forth and she started to move her hips faster “Oh fuck Y/N” you saw her close her eyes. “You’re such a good fuck toy aren’t you?” you moaned at her words and it sent vibrations through her clit “Do that again baby, touch yourself while I ride you” You reached a hand down between your legs and moaned against her again. Your body was sensitive too and you moaned loudly at how overstimulated your clit was.

Your other hand now moved to her ass and you squeezed it digging your nails into her ass and pushing her further down into your face. “God, you’re so good at pleasing me” she gripped your hair and moaned “Don’t stop, please” she sounded desperate and who were you to deny her pleasure when she asked so nicely?

As she approached her orgasm you felt her legs start to squeeze your head a little, and you also got closer, thrumming your finger against your clit. “Fuck I’m close, are you close baby?” she looked down at you “Can you come with me?” you nodded and sucked her clit harder she moaned your name and streams of obscenities, “Fuck- baby” is what she got out before her back arched and she tilted her head back. You moaned into her as your orgasm followed quickly after. She rode your face prolonging her ecstasy as long as possible and then she lifted off you.

You wiped off your face a little before she kissed you again “You’re perfect” you got out between her kissing you.

She climbed off the bed and held her hand out to you, “Let's get cleaned up, how’s that sound?”

You just took her hand and followed her to the bathroom attached to her room. She turned the shower on and got rid of her shirt, then turned to you, undoing your collar. Then you also stripped your shirt off.

She was so sweet it actually caught you off guard. She let you into the shower and asked “You sure you’re okay?” then started to wash your hair.

“I’m way more than okay Regina” you looked up at her and she continued to wash your hair gently “Did you have fun?” You wondered.

“Mmhm, I rode your face and came all over it, of course, I had fun” She rinsed your hair and you began to soap her hair up as well. You turned her around washed the ends of her hair and kissed her shoulder. "I also enjoy making a mess out of you, I hope I wasn't too rough on you"

"You weren't, it felt amazing" you whispered and placed another kiss on her shoulder.

She took a washcloth and washed her own body. Then turned you around, Regina started to lightly wash your back and shoulders "You're so cute" you heard her say quietly, while she washed the rest of the suds away.

When you hopped out of the shower she handed you a towel and you dried yourself off. You wrapped the towel around yourself and followed her back to the room where she got you clean clothes once again.

Instead of crawling into bed right away, Regina was seated on the edge of her bed and actually patted the empty space next to her, you sat next to her “I want to be very clear to you” her voice was serious with an air of worry to it.

Suddenly you felt like you did something wrong and apologized “Shit Regina did I do something wro-“

She cut you off “No! no, you didn’t,” she said quickly “Just listen okay?” Regina was nervous, and you knew she didn’t like to feel coddled but you grabbed her hand trying to support her and she let you. “I like you Y/N, not just to fuck or for homework” Your jaw dropped and she got defensive. “We don’t have to do this-“

“Regina, you like me like…” you paused to breathe “Crush like me?” you gripped her hand tighter hoping you interpreted that right.

“What other kind of ‘like’ is there for a confession, dumbass” she was rude and then apologetic “Sorry” you just laughed.

“You’re fine Regina, I can take when you’re mean to me” and brought your hand up to your lips and kissed it gently “But why? You have so many other people lined up for you other than me, and I’m like, socially awkward and weird”

“The awkwardness is a little charming” She claimed. “You were also hard to read at first, so quiet too. Like a little mouse”

You smiled "Glad you think so" and you kissed her hand again “You’re a little scary Regina”

“I know it’s a blessing and a curse” She just smiled back at you.

You stared at your intertwined hands “I didn’t know you liked me, like that” you bit your tongue “I thought you were just kidding, I’m kind of slow, aren’t I?”

“A bit,” she smiled “It’s okay loser, I know I send mixed signals sometimes, but I was flirting with you all those times before yesterday just so you know” Shit you were really slow.

You leaned in and kissed her “I like you a lot” You broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. You opened your mouth to say, ‘Please be mine’, but nothing came out.

Regina still looked a little nervous "I meant what I said you know, you're mine" She said possessively, she paused and was about to say something else but you cut in.

"I want you Regina, and I want to be yours as well." You declared

She poked fun at your statement "You're so cheesy" and pushed you away slightly and playfully. "Just get in the bed" You stood and lifted the covers and climbed in and let her in as well.

You laid on your back and she was on her side, she looked at you like she was admiring your features. Then you turned to ogle in realization, dumbfounded, "Wait you're my girlfriend now right?"

She flicked your forehead earning an "Ow" from you. She rolled her eyes "Yes loser, and for someone so smart, you're kinda dumbass too"

You grinned wide, "Your dumbass though right?"

The corners of her lips tugged up slightly, showing she enjoyed your small cheesy banter with her "Shut up"

"Fiiine" You inched closer to her and kissed her passionately, "Goodnight Regina" She turned over and you instinctively wrapped your arms around her.

"Goodnight nerd" she said tiredly.

You smirked and mumbled quietly "Your nerd" and you just heard a tsk sound and fell asleep with this beautiful goddess in your arms.

(heyyyy just wanted to add here at the bottom, that i moved really fast with all the kinky shit and collar stuff. this isn’t a perfect representation of bdsm, so please do your research! [I might rewrite a version of this over on ao3 to be longer so i can better portray that stuff realistically {also it’s because i feel bad}])

#renee rapp #regina george #mean girls #smut #regina george x reader #regina george x you #x reader

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend pt 3 (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You wake up at Warrens house, then finally indirectly break up with your boyfriend.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of Warrens wounds from the fight, mentions of weed

A/n: Okay y’all, i think this might be the last part. I could probably continue this for another part or two if i really wanted to. (i have a couple rough ideas) but I’m probably gonna focus on other fics.

Pt 1, Pt 2

As I open my eyes, I’m startled for a split second, not recognizing the bed I’m in or the ceiling I’m looking at, but the familiar scent of weed and the sound of a bong bubbling while a Green Day CD plays in the background reminds me that I’m at Warrens house. I sit up in his bed, the t-shirt of his that I’m wearing hangs off me, still smelling of his cologne.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty,” Warren says between coughs, I sit up in the bed yawning.

“Why’d you leave me,” I frown, looking at the cold spot next to me where Warren fell asleep last night.

“Well, I waited for you to wake up for like an hour, I got bored,” he laughs, standing from the couch then walking to the bed, bong in hand. I smile at the boy in front of me. His disheveled brown hair that’s falling into his bruised face, the white tank top that hugs his torso snug and his grey sweatpants that don’t leave much to the imagination. “Does this make up for it?” He hands me the glass and the lighter.

“Only if you go get me some water,” I smile sweetly, accepting the bong.

“Anything for you,” he winks, making my heart flutter as he turns to walk up the steps. I take a small hit from the bong before laying back down on the bed, watching the smoke I blow out cloud above my head and dissipate into the yellow light in the ceiling.

‘How did I get here?’ I think to myself. Just last month I had a routine. I was comfortable- albeit bored. I knew what every day was going to consist of, there were no surprises. I woke up, smoked, then either went to work or went to Dakota’s house. If I went to my job at the library, I had a set task list; the exact same every day. If I went to Dakotas, we either went on deliveries or argued because he’d been cheating on me again. Sad, I know, but that’s how it was, and I was fine with it. Everything’s different now, not in a bad way though. Warren invaded my thoughts and my heart as soon as we reunited, and I don’t think he intends on leaving anytime soon. I’m grateful for him. He’s made me see that life can be exciting-and messy. I’ll never be able to think of sex the same for the rest of my life, regardless of what happens with us.

‘Us,’ I think to myself. ‘What are we?’ Are we friends with benefits? Is he seeing other girls? He wants me to break up with my boyfriend, but I don’t even know where he and I stand. I’m going to break up with Dakota- for many reasons- but, do I really want to jump straight into a relationship again? Is that what Warren wants? Will he lose interest once I’m single? Regardless, I don’t want whatever me and him have to end; That’s the only thing I know for sure.  

“Here you go, beautiful,” Warren interrupts my thoughts, his voice bringing a smile to my face as he hands me the glass of water.

“You’re so chivalrous,” I giggle before taking a sip of the cold water. Warren crawls over top of me and flops down on the bed, laying on his back with his toned arms crossed above his head. He smiles and sighs, turning his battered face to look at me with heavy eyes.

“What?” I giggle, unsure of why he’s staring. His grin stays plastered on him as he shakes his head.

“Nothing… It’s just if you had told 13 year old me about this past month, I would have never believed you. How did I manage to get the most beautiful girl in Fayette County in my bed, wearing my shirt…only my shirt?” he says in a dreamy tone as he props himself up on a bruised arm. I can’t help but blush at his words. He knows exactly how to flatter a woman.

“Oh stop,” I giggle. “You’re quite the looker yourself,” I smirk as crawl on top him, sitting on his stomach. “You look really good in this wifebeater with your busted lip,” I run my hand up his chest and to his face, brushing my thumb over his healing abrasion. He brings his strong arms to my hips, leaning into my hand on his face. “You look dangerous,” I wiggle my eyebrows, smirking. He laughs as he flips me over so that he’s hovering above me, he slips his hand under the t-shirt I’m wearing, ghosting over my bare core.

“You have no idea,” he whispers lowly in my ear before nibbling on my neck, sending electric shoot through my entire body.

“I don’t think that I thanked you properly for defending my honor,” I smile, before pulling the shirt up and over my body, leaving me completely bare underneath him. His eyes scan my body as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“This view right here is thanks enough,” his sultry tone resonates in my ears as he runs his busted knuckles over my curves, leaving goosebumps on every inch of skin that he touches.

“I have a little bit more to offer,” I smirk as I sit up, shoving him on to his back. He watches in anticipation as I settle between his legs. “I gotta say,” I purr slowly as my hand ghosts over his crotch. “You looked really hot fighting for me,” I smile through my lashes as I slide my fingers under the top his waistband.

“And I’d do it again, especially if you’re my reward,” he brings a rough hand to my cheek, pushing my hair out of my face as he stares bullets into my soul. I’ve always adored his dark eyes, the color of freshly brewed coffee; bitter yet comforting. A single glance from the man below me is enough to make my core ache.

“You know Warren,” I begin as I slowly pull his sweats down, holding his gaze. “When you look at me like that, you could get me to do absolutely anything you want,” I say before biting my lip in anticipation as I slide his boxers down to reveal his semi hard cock awaiting my attention.

“Mmm, I could say the same thing about you, darlin’,” he groans out, his deep voice sending chills down my spine straight to my core. I spit into my hand before grabbing his cock, pumping it a few times to fully wake it up. He hums at the contact, his body relaxes as he lays flat on his back, laying his arms above his head. I cup his balls in one hand and his base in the other as I slowly sink my mouth down on him until he hits my throat, earning a low moan from the back of his throat.

“You always treat me so well, baby,” Warren groans, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. I begin to bob my head up and down on him, hollowing out my cheeks. “Mmm, atta’ girl. Just like that, beautiful,” he sits up to watch me gag on him; a feeling that I’ve grown to love. Every ounce of praise he gives my goes straight to my stomach, fueling the butterflies that are erupting. His eyes, dark with lust, gaze down at me. I lose myself in the moment. His moans and words of praise fill the room as he repeatedly thrusts against the back of my throat. My jaw starts to go numb, but I ignore it; The site of Warrens face contorted in pleasure and the compliments falling from his blushed lips is worth every ounce of pain.

I see his hand go the night stand, picking up my vibrating phone. I pull away from him, catching my breath as he puts the phone to his ear.

“What do you want?” he asks with a sly grin before gently guiding my head back to his erection. I’m confused, but I obey and slip him back into my mouth. “She’s right here, but she’s a little busy at the moment,” he smirks into the phone.

‘Oh god. It’s got to be Dakota’ I think to myself as I kitten lick around his tip. I hear him raise his voice on the other end of the line.

‘Yep. It’s Dakota,’ I think I hear him ask warren to put me on the phone, followed by some curses. Warren laughs as he thrusts deep into my throat, making me audibly gag.

“She can’t talk right now man, her mouths a little preoccupied,” he winks at me, my cheeks burn red. I can tell Warren is enjoying this- maybe a little too much and I hate to admit that I also find this situation extremely hot, so I play along. I take his entire length into my throat, past my gag reflex until my nose is nestled against the small patch of brown hair decorating his skin.

“Fuck! Just like that baby,” he moans loudly, chuckling into the receiver. He begins to thrust deep into my throat, groaning in pleasure. “What’s she doing?” He laughs breathlessly as his free hand uses my hair to hold my head in place as he violates my mouth. “Mmm, I’ll spare you the details, dude,” he says, his stupid grin not leaving his face. I can hear Dakota cussing Warren out. His eyes focus on me as thick strings of spit drip from my mouth around him as he fucks my throat, my gagging filling the room. Warren uses my hair to pull my head back, spit rolling down my face as I gasp for air. He holds the small phone up to my mouth. “Do you like gagging on me y/n?” he asks I nod my head still trying catch my breath. “Use your words beautiful,” he says with the biggest shit eating grin, using his eyes to motion to the phone.

“I fucking love it,” I say breathlessly, a smirk falling across my own face as my knees becoming weak from how aroused I am. With that, he shoves his cock back into my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” he growls in a way I’ve never heard before as he drops the phone on his chest, Dakotas small voice still shouting on the other end of the line. Warren grabs either side of my head guiding me up and down his cock a couple more times.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. I’m cumming,” Warren groans as he releases deep into my throat and onto my tongue, I lap up every last drop, pulling away gasping again. “Did you swallow all of it, darlin’?” he asks, panting as he wipes a tear from my cheek. Dakotas frantic voice still chirping through the small plastic brick.

“Yes sir,” I giggle opening my mouth, sticking my tongue. Warren smirks, grabbing my ass to scootch me up to him. “Good girl,” he says against my lips.

“Warren!” I hear Dakotas infuriated voice boom from the phone. Warren laughs holding it up to his ear again. Dakota bellows every slur, insult, and curse word I’ve ever heard through the cell until Warren cuts him off.

“Yeah that’s why I fucked your girl,” he laughs loudly, his shit eating grin plastered proudly on his battered face. “Bitchass cuck!” he shouts before ending the call, tossing the phone to the side.

“Warren, what was all that about,” I giggle as he attacks my bare skin with kisses and love bites.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” He pants against my skin. “Turn over, beautiful, I’m not done yet,” he slaps my ass, standing to remove his tank top, his dick still hard as ever. My stomach flips as I get on my hands and knees on his bed. He comes up behind me, pulling me to the edge of the bed, using his hands to spread me open. Wasting no time, he licks a long strip across my core, earning a whimper from me. “You taste so sweet baby,” he coos before inserting a finger inside of me. I whine at the contact. He begins pumping his finger inside of me. “You really liked that, hm? You’re soaked,” I can hear the smirk in his voice, all I can do is nod my head as he curls exactly where I need him most.

“Fuck Warren,” I whimper, desperate for more of his touch.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he runs his hand down my back and over my ass, admiring my body while he slips another finger inside of me, I whine in response. It’s strange the kind of affect he has on me; With one touch from his hand, I’m soaked. I’m so pathetically attracted to this man, I’m almost ashamed. He fuels a lust deep inside of me that I never even knew was there. No drug is any match for the way that Warren can make me feel.

“Fuck me, Warren,” I whimper out as his fingers pump into me. “Please, I can’t stand it, I need you Warren, please,” I plead in a way that I’d never imagined I would beg a man.

“Anything for my girl,’’ he coos, pulling his fingers out to lean down and place wet kiss on my lower back, nibbling at the skin, sure to leave a mark.

‘His girl’ the phrase fills my heart with joy.

Soon, I feel Warren slowly pushing into me. His hand reaches up, snaking gently around my throat as he pushes deeper and deeper into my sopping wet cunt. I let out the unholiest of sounds as he stretches me out.

“Fuck,” my voice comes out shaky and desperate as he begins to thrust into me.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his grip on my throat tightening as he pounds into me. He slaps my ass, making me gasp loudly. He rubs his hand gently over the stinging skin. “This is mine,” he growls lowly, then he wraps his other hand around my torso, pulling me up to so that my back is flush against his chest as I rest my knees on the bed. This new angle allows him to hit even deeper inside of me, making me see stars. I lean my head back on his shoulder, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. He grabs my face and ducks his head down to pull me into an intense kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as he pounds my pussy into oblivion.

“You’re all mine,” he growls against my lips, his grip tightening on my throat a bit. My knees go so weak that his arms are the only thing holding me up, keeping our sweaty skin pressed together.

“Fuck Warren,” I pant out, barely audible. The rubber band that has been tightly winding in my stomach snaps, sending ecstasy to every cell of my body. My walls convulse around him while he continues to thrust into me mercilessly. “That’s my girl,” he groans lowly in my ear, reaching down to rub my clit to encourage my orgasm. I come completely undone around him, my body begins to shake as I scream out his name, the pleasure almost to much when he reaches his own release. He pumps me full of his cum, fucking it deep into me as I clench around him. His warm seed drips out of my cunt around his cock as he rides out his orgasm, surely leaving bruises underneath every fingertip gripping my neck. He finally slows down, pulling out of me before picking me up with shaky arms to lay me gently on the bed. I lay with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath, a sweaty puddle on the disheveled bed. Warren lays down beside me. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” he asks sincerely, placing a loving hand on my stomach. I open my eyes, turning to look at him.

“Are you kidding,” I giggle weakly. His worried expression quickly matches my own. “Warren that was amazing,” I crawl up to lay on his sweaty chest, his quick heartbeat is comforting as it rings through my ears.

“You can always tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he says honestly as he traces circles on my back, using his other hand to run his fingers through my hair.

“Warren Lipka, you know that you can do no wrong,” I giggle as I snuggle further into him. He laughs lightly, the room is filled with a comfortable silence.

“Hey, how ‘bout we get cleaned up and I take you to that new cafe that opened up in town?” He offers. I sit up to meet his gaze, he has a serious expression on his bruised face.

“What? Like… like a date?” I smile a bit sheepishly. He smiles right back.

“I’d sure like it to be,” he says hopefully. My grin stretches from ear to ear as I stand from the bed, tugging on his arm.

“Well, come on then. I don’t want to go on our first date with your cum dripping down my leg,” I laugh as I pull him into the bathroom.

“Hm, I don’t know. Sounds kinda hot to me,” he chuckles as he closes the bathroom door behind us, pulling me into a deep kiss before he turns the shower head on.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #ahs cult #ahs hotel #jimmy darling smut #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs asylum #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #warren lipka smut #warren lipka #kai anderson smut #kit walker x reader #evan peters x reader #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff #tate langdon smut #tate langdon

[dabiflavoredjuulpod]

Smoking ft. Haikyuu boys !!

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

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

Rintaro Suna (sorry he just had to be here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Atsumu Miya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah it was pretty obvious,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kenma Kozume

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m serious Ken, you get so ragey!”

He chuckled, “Ok babe.”

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

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

[chososbabymama]

𝒫𝓁𝓊𝑔!𝐵𝒻𝒮𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓇𝓊♧~~~~

personal headcannons bc plug suguru puts me in H E A T ! ! ! :)

PlugBf!Suguru who gives you free flower. Has the BIGGEST pout on his face when he finds out you bought from other people before y'all got together. 'It doesn't matter if I met you 7 months later y/n, it's the principality of it!'

PlugBf!Suguru who buys you anything you need. You want a new bong? He buys you a pretty heart shaped piece w/ a bowl crafted into the shape of a rose. You needed a grinder cuz yours squeaked? He bought you an electrical one. You burnt a nail tryna light the blunt? He cashapps you $250 to get a refill.

PlugBf!Suguru who plugged you for the first time after you got his # from Shoko, there was something about you that made him so fuckin nervous that he accidentally gave you 3gs more than you asked for (you only wanted an 8th).

PlugBf!Suguru who is your self-proclaimed #1 fan. Reposts all your IG photos, shares your TikToks, he even got one of those lighter clips that attach to his pants and keeps a light w/ your face on it w/ him 25/8.

PlugBf!Suguru who pearls the blunt in a way that makes your stomach tight and your thighs clench.

PlugBf!Suguru who shuts down anyone who tries to flirt w/ him during a deal, 'no i dont wanna smoke a blunt with you, get out my car before i call my wife and have her show you whats good' Satoru lets out the ugliest laugh EVERY time.

PlugBf!Suguru who taught you everything you need to know; how to roll, how to scale, how to tell if the flower is synthetic, etc.

PlugBf!Suguru who has to go out of town sometimes to make drops so he leaves you with enough money and flower to keep you comfortable. If you needed anymore he'd send you however much you needed and make toji bring you a bag. If you buy from someone else while he's gone he'll catch such an attitude (big baby will still roll your blunts but he'll FS talk shit while he do it 'you wanna buy from other people? that's cool... why don't you break off my fingers and tell me to go fUCK myself while you're at it huh?')

PlugBf!Suguru who buys you the prettiest gold anklet with an 'S' to match his gold chain that has your initial on it. He got it for you when he first got in the game, saying it was 'only the beginning.' Since then Suguru has spoiled you in ways you'd never dreamed of, but that anklet? That anklet meant more to you than anything else.

PlugBf!Suguru who has sooooo many tattoos dedicated to you. He gets them on special occasions (anniversary, birthdays, holidays, etc. any reason he can find he'll do it). He has your anniversary on his ring finger, your lipstick on his lower back, scratch marks on one side of his back, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers right above his heart. With each one he shows you, you fall deeper in love.

PlugBf!Suguru who also makes a lot w/ his tattoo shop. People travel from across the country to get tatted by him. He's not just your only plug but your only tattoo artist as well. He'd had an extensive portfolio with a plethora of darkskin clients who had a hard time finding artists like you had. Suguru doesn't even consider people like that artists and refuses to work with people who can't tattoo dark skin. When asked why his response is always the same, 'why would I want to work with talentless losers who's terrible character is reflected in their subpar work? I could spend my time doing better shit like... smokin a blunt.'

PlugBf!Suguru who drops the blunt in shock when he learns you're Kento's cousin. Bloodshot eyes widen in shock when he's lookin at old family photos you brought out, completely ignoring the ember burning a hole into the rugs you JUST bought. ('whaT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T THINK IT WAS RELEVANT? I had a thing for you for fuckin WEEKS before I asked you out and that bastard knew-!')

PlugBf!Suguru who knew from the moment he met you, that you were someone to be loved, cherished, and desired. And he would stop at nothing to prove how dedicated he is to making you feel as special as he knows you are.

#jjk x black reader #anime x black!reader #getou suguru #geto suguru #plug!geto #jujutsu geto #jjk anime #geto hcs #geto jjk #geto jujutsu kaisen #black yn #black reader #black fanfiction #black femme

[nohoney]

im lit so here’s something with keigo

tw: drug use (weed), some spice and some fluff

you and your boyfriend love to get high.

you and keigo have a small cabinet dedicated to your smoking habits. little bongs, a few pipes of cool or unique designs, your stash box of course, some novelty grinders, and flavored papers for rolling. it’s funny because you guys have more things to smoke weed out of than the actual weed.

“i can’t wait to try the peach one! i hope it’s as good as the strawberries!” you express from the kitchen as you pour two glasses of pineapple juice. keigo picked up an eighth on the way home along with new flavored rolling papers to try out. you’d been stuck on the strawberry flavored ones for a bit and wanted to try something new.

keigo is carefully packing the ground up flower into his perfectly rolled cone. you were decent at it but he was definitely better so he’s the designated joint roller between the two of you. “i still really like the cookies one, those are my favorites.” he comments as he finishes up packing the flower into the cone.

coming to join him on the couch, you set down the glasses of juice onto the coffee table and watch your boyfriend finish up rolling the joint. you look at the cute design of smiley faces on the paper, a little surprised that there weren’t pictures of peaches for a peach flavor. that was the case for the strawberries and cookies paper the two of had tried before.

“alrighty, all good to go!” keigo finishes off the tip to the joint and presents it in front of you. “pretty right?”

“oh me? thank you baby.” you giggle as you put away the rolling tray and grinder into its designated spot.

like the gentleman he is, Keigo always gives you first turn. he places the joint between your lips and lights it for you, his eyes trained on the flame of the lighter before pulling it away. he begins to tell you about his day as you take your first few hits from the joint. you can taste the subtle peach flavor and smack your lips with a happy hum before handing your boyfriend the joint for his turn.

back and forth the two of smoke and make conversation about each other’s day or over gossip you heard recently. when there’s only the roach left, keigo stubs out the rest of it on the ashtray before leaning back to get comfortable on the couch and pulling you in to join him.

you’ve got a roster of things the two of you like to watch while high and your favorite are cooking asmr videos. specifically baking and watching bento boxes get made, it’s just so satisfying to watch. and luckily keigo is also the chef between the two of you so even when he’s high, he makes note of certain recipes that you point out and say you’d like to try.

sometimes you smoke to sleep, smoke to make the time pass by, smoke to paint when a creative mood strikes, and you smoke to fuck also.

keigo’s eyes are trained on the video of custard cream donuts being made when your hand sneaks beneath his gray sweats and carefully cups his balls through his boxer briefs. he doesn’t mind making the first move but he loves when you do it first. it’s just so cute how you’re so casual about it now when he remembers fondly how shy you were at first. without being asked, he spreads his legs a touch wider as you massage him in the palm of your hand.

his dick slowly starts to swell and his mind swims through a dreamy cotton as the video shows the prepared dough being fried into donuts of a beautiful golden brown. he’s half hard when you move from massaging his balls to carefully stroking the outline of his cock through the material of his underwear. keigo only sighs through his nose as you idly pet him, his arm remaining curled around your waist while your head is tucked under his chin.

“off please?” you ask simply when you tug on the hem of his t-shirt. keigo obliges you and also pushes down his underwear and sweats. your own clothes join his on the floor, leaving the both of you naked in your own living room. “can i suck you off kei?”

he gives you a dopey smile and jerks his cock in his hand, feeling how hard he is in his own palm and excited to get your cute lips wrapped around his cock. “all yours dovey.”

keigo loves when the two of you are high and decide to fuck. he loves how much more slower it feels and there’s just more appreciation when the two of you take your time while the high stays with you. he shuts his eyes and forgets all about the queue of videos lined up the entertain the two of you. how could he care about watching macaroons being made and the pleasant sound of baking utensils and ingredients recorded into a microphone when the best sounds he hears are how sloppy you get on his dick?

“aw yeah baby, get fuckin’ sloppy down there. take me all the way and gag on this dick—fuck!” keigo groans as you deepthroat him and make his eyes roll to the back of his head. sometimes he’s torn between just closing his eyes and feeling everything or watching just to memorize how beautifully you suck his cock. sometimes you overwhelm him with your skill, when you show enthusiasm and you hold all the power while he’s helpless to the drowning pleasure you’ve learned while with him. sometimes he overwhelms you by being a bit forceful, fucking hard and fast into your mouth that it brings tears to your eyes and leaving you a drooling mess.

his dick is soaking wet with your spit when you decide to sit on his lap. “wait wait, baby i want your pussy on my face.” keigo wants to return the favor but you whine that you want him in you now, gasping when you carefully push the tip inside yourself. he couldn’t deny you when he craves your wet and tight warmth just as badly as you want to be filled full of him. “no dovey, i’ll take care of you. ride me another time.”

you don’t get much argument when you’re manhandled onto your back against the soft cushions of your couch. but you can’t find it in you to argue when keigo sensually moves his hips to fuck his cock into you. it feels good and it feels like heaven when the two of you fuck when you’re high. time slows down around you and you only become aware of each other, engrossed in one another that’s so sickeningly sweet you’d think the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase.

“kei, feels good… really good.” you croon into his ear and cherish how he moans. one hand is tangled in his hair and the other one slowly scratches down his back to leave red trails into his skin. it’s a pleasant sting that doesn’t take away from the high but makes it better instead.

his face is tucked into your neck, your soft tits are pressed against his own chest as you have your arms hugged around him, he’s moaning and panting as he gets closer to his finish. keigo doesn’t even need to look to know that you creamed on his cock because you’ve become dumb and incoherent anyway. you can barely form two words together, only capable of those cute whimpers and moans that he’s loved to hear since the first time the two of you fucked.

but you’re not as gone as he thinks you are because he feels one of your hands grasp the back of his neck and all you do is whimper, “so close baby, fill me up please…”

it drives him crazy and he desperately fucks until he’s given you what you asked for. keigo gasps and groans as he fills you up with his cum, and then he’s practically putty when you whisper against his ear, “thank you baby.”

keigo only lets you lay back and be comfortable as he cleans you up. his high has waned off a little but it’s nothing that another joint can’t fix. you’re naked underneath the soft throw blanket and still watching baking videos while he fetches snacks from the pantry, also naked. when he returns, he can still see how the high remains with you and follows your finger when you point to the screen and tell him, “try making that one!”

he agrees, bookmarking the video to follow the recipe another time before joining you underneath the blanket. but even as the videos move on from baking to potato croquettes being fried, keigo’s mind still thinks of those custard donuts he was watching while you were between his legs. he caught a glance at one of the donuts being piped full of the custard and overflowing with cream.

just like he did with you.

“hand me my phone dovey.” he asks of you since his phone is on your side of the couch. he’s scrolling through a food delivery app and searching for a specific bakery that he knows will deliver. when you ask what food he wants delivered, he answers with a big smile and eyes still red from the high, “custard donuts.”

#inspired by this baking youtube channel i watch when i’m super lit #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #hawks smut #hawks fluff

[cal-puddies]

Think of You Later in my Empty Room// Calum Hood

Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Crystal again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Cal, a lazy day at home seemed so natural, and its me so we made it a lil emo for ya.

I hope you checked out @kindahoping4forever's blog for Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been, which is the Ash installment, and you'll want to go back and check out the verifiably unhinged Luke part tomorrow.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Cal, angsty!girlfriend worried about missing him when he leaves again. significant use of weed, high sex, oral sex, anal play, cum play, dirty talk containing strong language

Word Count: 6260

I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist

Crystal Masterlist // Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

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It’s a lazy afternoon in bed, in the middle of a lazy day in the midst of a lazy week. Calum’s fingers tangle in your hair as you lay in his lap and you giggle softly as you look up at him, eyes warning him to be careful but also asking him not to stop touching you.

You hum contentedly to the softly playing playlist in the background, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes fixate on you as you stretch out in one of his favorite t-shirts. Your gaze happens upon his packed luggage by the door, a silent reminder of the topic you’ve both been trying to ignore, and you try not to let your face fall but judging by the sigh he lets out, he definitely noticed.

“We can talk about it if you want,” he offers.

“I don’t want,” you say stubbornly. “Anything outside of this room, outside of this bed doesn’t exist to me right now.”

He chuckles, smoothing his hand over the top of your head. “Baby… it’s only gonna be a couple of weeks. And then you’ll be on the road with me.” 

You pout, “You just got home.” 

“I know, love. And we’ve had a great week together, haven’t we?” You stay quiet, not ready to concede your point, so he continues. “We both knew the schedule when the tour got planned, a week to recharge between legs… knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.”

You sigh, “Cal, I can understand it and accept it and still be sad about it. I’ve just now gotten used to you being here again… I like having you here to talk to, to share things with… just to get a hug when I need one…” 

“I miss those things when I’m away, too,” he reminds you, pulling your hands to his lips so he can kiss your wrists. He grins brightly, trying to cheer you up. “But it’s only a couple weeks until you get that time off and you can join me… I’m very glad your passport finally came.” 

You can’t help but reach up to caress his raised cheeks. “Yeah… I’m looking forward to it. Really,” you admit, smiling back at him. “So much to do before then, though. Gotta get all my stuff together, all the stuff you’re definitely gonna forget to pack and want me to bring out with me.” You giggle at your own joke and giggle even louder at his pouty reaction to it.

“I know you’re teasing me but we should actually start seeing what all you wanna bring so we know whether or not we need to buy you a bigger suitcase,” he points out.

“So the rest of the week is gonna be busy is what you’re saying.”

“Yes, which is why we’re doing this today,” he says matter of factly, grabbing the bong off the bedside table, gesturing for you to pass him the lighter you’ve been fidgeting with. You toss it to him and sit up against the headboard next to him, watching lovingly as he repacks the bowl from your morning smoke session. 

Ever the gentleman, Calum offers it to you first, paying close attention as you position yourself over the mouthpiece, waiting for your cue to light the bowl. You end up taking a pretty good hit and he grins at you as he clears the chamber for himself. You watch his nimble fingers wrap around the bong, gracefully lighting up and tucking the lighter into his palm as he removes the slide, inhaling a large hit and dramatically throwing his head back to blow it out.

You bite your lip, watching him reset for a second hit; his eyes are on you, watching you watch him, noticing your eye line is mostly on his fingers. He inhales and then pulls you in, first to shotgun the hit to you and then to slot your lips together for a kiss after you blow out the smoke. He offers you the bong and when you decline, he uses it once more himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. You climb up to straddle him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You let out a soft sigh as his hands rub up and down your bare thighs, eventually nudging your shirt up over your hips so he can give your ass a tight squeeze. He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Forgot you’re not wearing panties,” he chuckles. 

You smirk and kiss his neck. “What’s the point? You’re just gonna take ‘em off me anyway.” 

“I like you naked… I like being naked with you too, is that so wrong?” 

“Nah… you know I like our naked bods pressed together too.” 

He shrugs. “They don’t even need to be pressed together… I just prefer ya naked.” He tugs the back of your shirt and you lean back, lifting your arms up so he can pull it off. His fingers trail over your skin as he removes your top and you shiver. “Love the way your body responds to my touch… spent weeks getting off to the thought of touching you again.” He drags his fingers across the tops of your breasts, along your collarbone, down your side and across your tummy as he whispers. Your body lets him know how much you love it by raising goosebumps over your skin and your nipples hardening. 

You thread your fingers into Cal’s hair as he leans in to kiss on your neck, his stubble prickling your skin. He leans you back to allow himself more access to your body and he immediately takes advantage by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. He rolls the other between his fingers and palms your breast, and switches, lavishing his tongue over the other side. 

You gently scratch at his scalp and he looks up at you, sleepy, red eyes telling you how high he is. He grins before putting his attention back on your tits, sucking marks onto them before pressing a gentle kiss to each one and then kissing back up your neck. He engages you in a slow, sensual make out. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once, all over your body while yours travel into his boxer to squeeze his ass. He eagerly shimmies them off, sitting up on his knees to toss them aside. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, never get tired of looking at you,” he coos, intertwining your fingers. 

“Me? Look at you, bubba,” you sigh, looking him up and down, realizing how hard he is. 

He takes your hand in his and moves them both toward his body, cupping his cock with his and your hand. “This is all you baby, you do this. Every damn time,” he explains. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with him as he moves your hands, swiping his fingertips through your folds. “And I love that I do this to you,” he murmurs, holding up his wet fingers. He sticks them in his mouth and your chilled out brain is still processing that image when he starts moving much quicker than he has all day. 

He grabs the super soft blanket from the foot of the bed and quickly shakes it out as he lays next to you again. You both watch, stoned minds fascinated, as the material balloons and flutters back down to cover your bodies, “Your favorite,” he mumbles sweetly, kissing your forehead before turning onto his side so he can drape his arm across your stomach and pull you in close against his chest. 

The two of you snuggle together, alternating between whispering sweet nothings to each other and dozing off. Naturally, things eventually evolve into another sweet make out session and you can’t get enough of the slow, unrushed indulgence.

Cal enjoys touching you as much as you enjoy him touching you, which makes everything so much better. He softly moans, appreciating your body’s reactions to him, just like he mentioned. You lean in as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sigh his name. 

“Need you, sweet girl,” he rasps in your ear. 

You rub your fingertips against his stubble and nod. “Yeah… need you too, handsome.” 

He smooths his hand down your side, pushing his thigh between yours, moving his hand from your hip to your pussy to help him guide his cock in. Your breath hitches in your throat and your jaw falls slack. On a good day, he’s a tight fit, but when you’re high, you feel it extra. “Fuck,” you whimper as he sinks all the way in.

Concern colors his voice as he groans, “You alright, darlin’?” You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, breathing through the stretch. You turn your head towards him, looking for a kiss and his tongue is quickly in your mouth, trying to soothe you. He’s ready to reach for lube when you finally relax into him. “That’s good, baby,” he praises you. 

Calum stays unmoving, buried in you, giving you more time to adjust and himself more time to strategize. If he thrusts into you, he knows it’ll feel too good and he’ll have trouble keeping things at a slow pace, which is not only the vibe of the day but something you clearly need. But if you move against him, he knows he’ll cum almost instantly and neither of you will get to enjoy the experience. You’ve been high with him enough times to recognize his dilemma and you offer a simple solution. “Just lay here with me, bubba,” you suggest. You add with a dreamy sigh, “Feel so good inside me.” Your eyelids are heavy as you turn to look at him, nipping at his nose before parting your lips for a kiss. He happily obliges and the two of you are soon caught up in an endless loop of soft open mouth kisses with curious tongues, while your fingers dance across each other’s skin, your bodies still intimately connected. 

Your boyfriend is fully entranced with you and he wants more. One hand caresses your thigh while the other gently cups your tits, softly teasing your nipples. He groans softly into your mouth when his fingertips move over to your clit, gently at first. He feels how turned on you are and decides to add a little more pressure,and you moan quietly. 

“You’re so wet, little darlin’.”

“How am I not supposed to be?” 

He grins as you arch your back into him. “You know I love you this way… open, wet… love you high because everything feels so good to you and with you.” 

“Caaaaal… oh… like that… please?” 

“F’course darlin’.” He keeps sliding his fingers up and down your clit, varying it with circles every so often. You gasp at the sensations he’s given and your breath shift makes your pussy throb around him. “Ohhh…” Cal moans with you. “Mmm… baby, I think this is working for both of us.” 

“It’s definitely working for me,” you pant, moving against him. 

“You really like when I do this,” he mutters, sliding his fingers across your clit. “Your cunt squeezes so good…” 

You moan at the action and his words, clawing at his arm with one hand, your other covering his at your tits. He lets you intertwine your fingers there and he holds you while he nibbles your neck and sucks your earlobe, all his cock still fills you, his hand working between your legs. He could not be more all over you than he is right now and you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by his attention. 

His name spills from your lips over and over, he is the only thing you really know or care to know in this moment. You start pulling at his arm, trying to get him to stop rubbing your clit, even though you can’t put the words together. You turn your head toward him, softly whining, “Please, Cal… feels so good… don’t wanna cum yet.” 

He slows his fingers down, speaking softly to you. “Ok, sweet girl, I can be patient if you can.” He holds his wet fingers to your mouth and you clean them, licking and sucking at them. “Sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs, smiling at you. He wraps his arms around you possessively and the two of you lay cuddled. 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in all of your senses. Unsurprisingly, they’re being dominated by the love and comfort you find in Cal. You take in his scent, which is always calming to you. His even breathing in your ear, his little loving whispers, his soft lips against your neck. You run your fingertips over his arms, softly humming in response to his presence. Everything seems to be moving slowly in your hazy, lovestruck mind so you’re not sure how long the two of you have been laying here but you wish it could go on forever. 

 “Calum… bubba,” you sigh quietly. “I love you… I love you and I love being full of you…”

He gently thrusts his hips in response, whispering in your ear, “And I love filling you, darlin’… And I love you. My best girl.” 

You reach one hand back and thread your fingers in his hair. “Think I’m ready to cum for you, handsome.” 

Calum uses one hand to pull you into a kiss, the other finding its way back to your clit. You immediately arch against him and he takes the opportunity to cover your face, neck and shoulder with wet kisses, groaning into your skin as he goes. Overwhelming you again. 

The orgasm shouldn’t be a surprise but it feels like it comes on suddenly and it’s incredibly intense. You whimper and whine as you tighten around him and he’s sensitive enough from the weed that it makes him cum too. “Oh my god, Cal,” you breathe as you feel his cum spilling into you. Your nails dig in anywhere you can reach and you bite his arm where it holds you across your shoulders. 

“That’s my sweet girl,” he huffs. “Always so good to me, shoulda known you’d make me cum like that.” He gently nibbles along your jaw. 

“So good, love,” you murmur, turning into him for a kiss. 

You lay wrapped up in each other for a while but you both get a little restless as the high starts to wear off. “Should get you cleaned up darlin,” he remarks. You clench around him as he pulls out and you close your eyes, giggling at the loud groan he lets out at how good it feels. You expect to feel the bed shift from him getting up to head to the bathroom but it never does and you turn over to see what he’s up to.

You find him digging through the bedside table, finally pulling out a baggie of pre-rolled joints. He lights one and takes one, two puffs before passing it to you. He watches you finish a hit before he’s pushing your thighs apart and settling between them. He leans back up for a quick kiss and to grab the joint from you, taking another hit before placing it back between your lips.

“I love seeing you like this… open… messy, my cum dripping out of you,” he groans. His fingertips slide through your folds and he licks the mess of his release off of them. You moan and put one arm behind you to prop you up so you can enjoy the show. You love when he gets like this. His tongue slicks through your folds, immediately teasing your entrance. “I never get tired of the way we taste together.”

You use one hand to lift the joint to and from your lips, the other stays threaded into Cal’s hair as you watch him noisily eat his cum out of you. After a certain point it’s obvious he’s moved beyond the task of cleaning you and he’s now just enjoying your body. He moans into you, nips at your thighs, holding them tight to leave marks, sucking hickeys as he goes. He sucks a particularly large one onto your hip while his thumb rubs your clit and you hear the pop when he pulls off. You blow out a smoke ring as you feel the stirrings of another potential orgasm and you wonder what you ever did to get this lucky.

Calum uses his head to gesture toward you as one hand is occupied kneading your ass, and the other is still playing with your clit. “Can I get that last hit, baby?” You take the cigarette from your own lips and stick it between his. Looking down at Cal, plump lips glistening, red and swollen from eating you out, killing a joint while still between your legs - you’re confident it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You offer him the ashtray from the bedside table and he coolly tosses the finished joint in it before blowing his smoke at your pussy. “You ready to cum for me again?” 

“Jesus, Cal… make me cum for you.” 

His lips quickly wrap back around your clit and your fingers make a mess of his hair as he holds onto you tightly. His tongue makes quick, precise work of your clit and your reinvigorated high has you feeling overwhelmed once again. All of your senses are screaming Cal and only Cal. 

He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, intertwining your fingers as he decides to start working his tongue inside you, instead of just playing with your clit. 

“Holy fuck… Cal… please please please.” You whimper, panting out his name over and over.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, grinning against you. He works his tongue back in, as deep as he can and you buck your hips against his face. He teases, “Needy, darlin’?” 

You chant his name, hips meeting every flick of his tongue. He’s both amused and turned on based on the giggles and groans he’s filling you with. He starts humming and ultimately that’s what sets you off. You swear you’ve never moaned louder in your life as you crash over the edge, hips grinding wildly against his face. Cal withdraws his tongue but slowly licks over your clit, bringing you down in a slow way. He lets go of your hands and grabs your hip, rubbing his thumb there reassuringly. You reach out, searching for his other hand, but it quickly registers that he’s using it to slowly stroke his cock. 

He notices you’ve gone uncharacteristically silent as he quickly licks and cleans your second orgasm and when he pulls back to look up at you, he finds you with your face buried in your hands.

“What’s goin’ on, sweet girl?” He asks softly, gently pulling your wrists so you’ll uncover your face. 

You stare at him, pink chubby cheeks all pink and sweaty, plump lips all red and swollen, a sweet look of concern coloring his expression. “Just… overwhelmed, I think,” you admit.

He settles in next to you, leaning down to peck your lips. “Wanna talk about it?” 

You tuck a hand in his curls, smiling at him wistfully. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about, Cal… I just feel so much for you… all this love and the emotion…” You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts, figure out how to articulate the lump in your throat. “Having all of your attention these past couple days… it’s just been so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. Make me feel so safe and loved. Known. And I think… I need to try and figure out how to comprehend… like… that’s all going away in a couple of days. I don’t know if you know, Cal… but I had a really tough time these past couple months without you. And now we’re going right back into that. You weren’t home long enough.” 

Calum takes a long, deep breath, holding your gaze. You can tell he feels bad that you’re hurting and that it makes him feel even worse that he’s the cause and there’s nothing he can do about it. Fighting the frown that threatens to cloud his features, he gives you a soft smile and starts pressing kisses to your face. “I agree with you, love… I wish I was able to be here longer too. Feel like we were just getting back in the swing of things and now I have to go away again,” he shrugs. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “But I promise you, ‘all of this’ isn’t going away baby. We’re gonna be back together again before you know it. And you know I’m always just a phone call or a FaceTime away. Even when we’re apart, I’m always there for you and you’re always there for me. That part doesn’t change.” 

You nod, chewing your lip. You almost feel embarrassed at your outburst. It’s not like you didn’t know things would be like this when you started dating him. “I know, bubba… I didn’t mean to make it seem like you’re abandoning me or anything. I know you’d do anything for me, no matter where you are. I’m sorry.”

He does a double take, looking at you incredulously. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad about leaving. I want you to go on tour, I want you and the band to be successful enough so that you have to leave like this. You’re just doing what you love and I want that for you.”

He sighs, lifting your hand to his lips. “Baby, I also love you. And you’re just feeling your feelings. And all the feelings you just shared with me are completely valid. This is a lot to process. It’s a hard transition from being together all the time to not getting to see each other, especially since this is new for us.” 

You give him a sad smile. “Are you about to tell me it gets easier?”

Calum rubs over your arm, grinning. “Oh, definitely not, darlin’, this part’s always gonna be torture,” he chuckles. “We’ll get better about dealing with it, though, I think. ‘Specially if we keep talking about it like this.”

You squeeze his hand on your arm. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Thank you for being honest. Know it’s hard with me sometimes. But I’m glad you told me how you felt.” 

You run your hand through his curls and lean in, needing to feel his lips on yours. He pulls you closer and you feel his still semi hard cock brush your stomach. You stay engaged in the kiss but let your hand wander down his body, wrapping around his length. He hums in response to your touch but after a few strokes, he reaches down to stop you. 

“I’m OK, sweet girl. Let’s get up and get some food, maybe some sunshine,” he insists, moving your hand away from his body and interlacing your fingers. Your face must display your confusion because he chuckles as he kisses your knuckles before pushing up off the bed and crossing the room to the dresser. He smiles warmly as he tosses you a clean t-shirt and pulls out a pair of shorts for himself. “You’ve given me so much this week, darlin’, think it’s OK if we say you owe me one.”

You follow Cal into the kitchen where he sets to work making a couple sandwiches and cutting up some fruit; you make yourself useful by pouring two tall glasses of ice water and grabbing the lighter, pipe and weed jar off the kitchen counter to take outside. The two of you set everything up on the table in the shade and just as you’re about to take your seat, you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You relax against him while the two of you eat and you can tell he’s doing his best to comfort you in light of the conversation you just had. His arm rests across your lap, he presses soft kisses to your jaw and cheek, his hands shower you in affection, never leaving your skin. 

“Sweet girl?” He murmurs into your ear after the meal is over. You cock your head to indicate you’re paying attention and he brings the jar of weed around to your line of vision, shaking it. “You wanna smoke this with me? Should be a little bit more of a mellow vibe than what we had earlier.”

Mellow definitely sounds good to you right now, so you nod and turn to so you can watch his hands work, carefully packing the bowl. You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, enjoying the show. You still feel a bit overwhelmed from earlier but after witnessing how thoughtful and attentive he was in navigating your emotions, how willing he was to talk things out with you, you’ve felt the sadness dissipating and instead be replaced by a need to be close to him, to show him your appreciation.

Calum must be feeling similarly because midway through his task, he turns and quickly draws you into a hungry kiss before nuzzling his nose to yours. “What a perfect way to close out such a lovely day with my girl,” he murmurs, running his hand up your thigh. 

You brush his hair back, letting your hand fall to his neck and then chest. You play innocent, though you know exactly what rubbing your thumb over his nipple will do. You watch as his eyes close and his lips part, letting out a soft moan. “You’re so good to me, Cal,” you coo, leaning in to kiss his neck, sucking a mark onto his collarbone. He would typically stop you but it feels too good and he loves you too much right now for him to care.

The pipe lays forgotten on the table as your kisses trail lower, allowing your tongue to poke out and tease his other nipple. His hand comes down to hold the back of your neck as you tease him and you groan against his skin when you feel his cock twitch in his shorts. His fingertips run up your thighs, bunching your t-shirt at your hips as his touch continues the journey up your stomach and ribs, then gently over your breasts and nipples and back again. 

After a few more minutes of this, he gently nibbles your earlobe and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” 

You lean into his ear to whisper, “Can I ask for something in return?”

“Anything.” He says earnestly, tongue sliding over your lips before kissing them.

You look into his eyes. “Fill me?” You ask, reaching down to squeeze the tent forming in his shorts. 

He lifts his hips with you still on him, kicking his shorts off and giving himself a few pumps to get fully hard. His fingers run up your thighs, ready to pull off your underwear but he laughs heartily when he realizes there’s nothing there.

“Still no panties?”

“Still no point,” you smirk, turning back around in his lap and lowering yourself down on his cock.

Cal hastily discards your shirt, burying his face in your bare shoulders as you continue to sink down on him. You let out a breathy sigh, wiggling your hips to get him bottomed out and your efforts are met with a low growl from him. 

You gently turn his head toward you, giving him a heated kiss, finishing off by sucking his bottom lip. As you turn and press your back into his chest, his hands come around to cup your tits and he plays with your nipples, “I love the way you feel in me,” you sigh.

“I love the way you feel around me, baby. Tight, warm, wet… absolute perfect fit.”

You use his thighs for leverage as you push yourself up until just his tip is at your entrance and then you sink down as slow as you can possibly manage, intending to feel every vein and ridge of his cock. He pulls you back into a sloppy kiss and he’s practically shaking from the sensations you’re giving him. 

“You OK, handsome?” You ask, teasing lilt in your voice. 

“Do that again.”

You repeat your actions and he chokes on his moan. He settles his hands on your hips and though you expect him to try to get you to move faster, his grip just squeezes your skin as he sits back and lets you control the pace, groaning as he watches you take him over and over again.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praises, head lulling back, closing his eyes to appreciate your slow work.

Your brow furrows in concentration as you move over him, thighs burning from going so slow but it feels so fucking good and he sounds so fucking good, you know the memory will be worth the pain later. You feel him lean in to cup your tits, giving them a nice squeeze before he turns your face towards his again, slotting your lips together. 

His hand starts to drift between your legs but you bat it away, groaning, “Cal… let me do this, baby, let me make us feel good.”

He curses under his breath but obliges, leaning back to let you move freely. He goes quiet and you smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably become hypnotized watching your ass jiggle and bounce as you ride him. You speed up just a little, trying to give him a bit more of a show, and sure enough you hear his breathing get heavier and feel a hand stroke down your skin, making a home for itself on the small of your back, wanting to touch you but also not wanting to obscure his view.

“Goddamn, darlin’...” He breathes, voice raspy and ragged. “Look so fuckin’ good riding me… don’t know why we don’t do it like this more often.”

You toss him a teasing look over your shoulder. “Because you’re a sweet boy who loves to kiss and look into your lover’s eyes… also the combo of staring at my ass and watching your cock disappear usually makes you cum pretty quick.”

Cal laughs loudly, “If you were seeing what I’m seeing, you’d be a lot closer to losing control too, baby.”

He groans loudly as you slow down again, rolling your hips extra slow so he can get a good look at your body engulfing him. “Well, next time we’ll have to make arrangements for that,” you tease, biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind.

“Lotta things we’ll have to get to next time,” he teases back, letting his hand slide from your back to between your cheeks, fingers grazing your rim. He chuckles darkly at the way your body instinctively responds, how you fall forward, your back arching, your ass making itself more accessible to him. He loves that your body is asking him to continue but he wants to hear you say it so he plays dumb and asks, “Oh?”

“Yeah… please” is all you can manage but it’s all the prompting he needs. He sucks his thumb into his mouth and the wet noises of him coating it in spit, the loud pop when he releases it causing you to shiver in anticipation. You raise your hips, stilling your movements, holding your breath as you feel his hands on your backside again. He squeezes and massages your cheeks before spreading them and pressing his thumb against your hole. “Yesssss… Caaaal,” you sigh, overcome by the contrast of the dull pressure of his finger pushing inside you while his other four offer feather light reassurance just above the intrusion.

He groans as he prods further, getting lost in your breathy reactions and the bliss of watching your body accept even more of him. “Come on, little darlin’,” he rasps, squeezing your hip with his free hand. “Gonna keep movin’ for me?"

You whimper as you resume riding him, doing your best to set a new and effective pace even though you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the knowledge Calum is filling both of your holes. His noises blend with yours, the two of you moaning together, you reacting to the deliciously full feeling he’s giving you, Cal doing his best to keep in control despite the fact that your ass looks unreal taking everything he’s giving you, that he’s feeling friction from his thumb on his cock and it’s bringing him closer to the edge than he’s ready for.

“Fuck, darlin’... can’t tell you how this looks… feels… gonna be thinkin’ about this every fuckin’ night when I’m gone,” he pants, a sense of relief washing over him when he hears the tone of your whines and recognizes that you’re about to finish as well. “So good… so fucking good, baby.” 

You speed up, grabbing your tits, grinding down, chasing your orgasm, undecided whether focusing on the stimulation in your ass or your pussy is going to get you there fastest. Your body makes that call for you, deciding that Cal’s soft groans of encouragement are more than enough reason for you to cum. Your legs shake and you cry his name as your walls pulse around him, your third orgasm of the afternoon hitting you harder than you expected. 

Calum thrusts gently up into you, happy to give you recovery time if you need it but also more than ready to follow you over the edge. You feel his hips start to stutter and you know you only have a limited amount of time to direct him. You quickly jut your backside out as much as you can and look behind you to tell him, “Cum on my ass, Cal… give us both something to think about while you’re gone.”

Another strained “Fuck” and a groan of your name are all he has time to respond with because your request has him immediately pulling out and pressing his cock to your cheeks without a second to spare. He struggles to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his cum spilling onto your ass but as you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your skin, he has to screw his eyes shut and vocalize with you. He gives himself a squeeze, milking out the last few drops before letting out an exhausted sigh and falling back against the chair.

He reaches over to the table, blindly searching for the napkins from lunch, finally finding them and quickly cleaning your messy skin. He squeezes your ass, massaging it more as he leans forward and presses kisses along your spine before wrapping his arms around your ribs so he can pull you back against him. He presses his face against your neck, still trying to catch his breath. 

“You OK, bubba?” You chuckle, squeezing your arms on his. 

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs against your neck, inhaling deeply and pressing a few soft kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders.

“I just give what I get, love.” 

The two of you sit quietly, naked and relaxing against each other, basking in the sun and the bond you’re feeling. You can tell your boyfriend is starting to doze off and you know if he goes, you’ll end up nodding off as well. “Let’s go back to bed, bubba,” you suggest. “That soft blanket and mellow weed are calling our names.”

You whine as you stand and stretch, hurting in all the best ways. Calum watches your every move and if you couldn’t feel his eyes on you, when you turn to look at him, the loved up grin on his face gives him away. You grab the pipe while he swipes up the discarded clothes and you wrap your arms around his middle as you walk back inside. 

Back in the bedroom, you settle in against the headboard once more. You lean your head on Cal’s shoulder as he lights the pipe, smoke billowing around you. His suitcase is still by the door, staring you down, but it doesn’t seem quite as confrontational as it did a few hours ago. 

"I'm gonna miss you," you say plainly. You peck his shoulder as you take the pipe from him. "I think I can be OK with that, though."

"Oh yeah?" He squeezes your thigh, lighting the bowl for you. He jokes, "What changed your mind, all the sex or all the drugs?"

You giggle, elbowing him as you blow your smoke out. "I just think days like today will make all the ones we have to spend apart a little bit easier… gives us something to remember, something to look forward to."

"That's true, that's a good point," Calum agrees, setting the pipe on the table and pulling you into an embrace. "Wouldn't be special if these days happened all the time."

"Yeah…" You agree wistfully. "Still gonna have one of these days when I come visit you though, right?"

Cal nods emphatically. "Baby, you're flying in on a day off and I'll tell you something right now, very first thing, the panties are coming off and not going back on for at least that entire day," he declares with a naughty grin.

You relax against him, missing him already but taking comfort in making plans and sharing jokes. "See, bubba, you're learning," you tease. "What would be the point?"

#5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #Calum Hood smut #calum hood fic #calum fic #cal-puddies #kindahoping4forever #cass & crystal #drugs tw #weed tw #I hope you think of me high #think of you later in my empty room #kh4f fic #c-p fic #smut #the dream team is back! #please let us know what you think - we have a LOT of collab ideas & the more feedback we get the more inclined we'll be to do this again! #I have missed writing with Crystal more than I can say #this has been a dream and I am so stoked for all of our ideas #I love that we did this and I hope that you love it too! #hit of dopamine higher than I've ever been

[brattytoddler]

little!reader in a smoke circle with the older kids (mostly the boys) <3 so so so cute!!

i like to think the girls would be eloquent smokers, reserving the activity for special occasions only (or whenever you wanna light up because they can’t resist your adorable little fuzzy expression after a few puffs), but the boys? they smoke joints all the time (not just from eddie, but jonathan gets the ‘good stuff’ from argyle) and just love to tease you when you’re all high and whiny. especially when you’re high and little, then it turns into a game of how flustered they can make you while still holding a joint up to your lips in between the banter. <333

(note: weed really helps me feel little and relax, so if that’s not your thing, then please don’t read!)

— the boys definitely don’t let you smoke regularly when you’re little; typically only let you smoke if you’ve already been smoking and happened to slip, or if you really wanted to regress and needed some ✨extra✨ help doing so.

— they love to tease you and watch how easily flustered you get. <333

— just because they’re letting you smoke doesn’t mean they don’t baby you the ENTIRE process of you lighting up. holding the joint (or bong) for you, patting your back when you cough, wiping any drool hanging from your lips with their thumb, chuckling, “you’re such a silly baby.”

— whenever you reach for the lighter, eddie guides your wrists away with a soft ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’ as he gently reminds you you’re ‘too little for that’ and to ‘let daddy do that for you’.

— definitely tease you about drooling after hitting the bong. you’d cough after eddie pulls the bong away, string of drool connecting your lips to the rim of the bong as jonathan wipes any drool dribbling to your chin while steve just chuckles behind his hand, cockiest smirk on his face.

— “aw, maybe she’s too little.” steve fake pouts, crossing his arms with a teasing smile as you frown and stomp your foot. “stevie, stop- you’re being mean.” you whine, as the boys all giggle. <3

— steve and eddie like to downplay your ‘adulthood’ a lot and take advantage of how tiny you get by talking all sweet, convincing you that you really are just a precious little baby. <3

— jonathan always watches the banter the entire time, occasionally chiming in to either defend you from the constant babying (depending on if he wanted to “have mercy”) or justify the boys teasing you because ‘come on, it’s adorable, baby.’

— “eddie!” you scoffed, crossing your arms with a huff. “i am not a ba- mmfgh!” you furrow your brows as eddie pops a pacifier into your mouth, all of the boys chuckling at how your eyes almost instantly flutter shut, lidded as you look up lazily, the soothing suckle of the binky between your lips making you smaller and smaller with every ‘thck, thck, thck’ noise. <333

— “sorry, what was that, sweetheart?” eddie cooed with a smirk, caressing your cheek and watching how you leaned into his touch immediately, pacifier still bobbing in your mouth. “you were saying something about… i can’t remember.” he snickers playfully, kissing your forehead.

— the girls (robin, nancy) join the circle later on after you’ve already smoked a few joints with the boys, giggling at your toothy grin and red face.

— “boys! what have you done to my baby?” nancy giggles, prying the almost-finished joint out of your fingertips as you pout. “aw honey, i think you’ve had quite enough,” she kisses your forehead with a smile.

— the group sits in a circle, lighting a joint and passing it in the typical puff-puff-pass ritual, but because nancy and robin now sat on either side of you, they would purposely skip over you occasionally just to see you pout and whine to ‘give it back!’

— “you want this?” robin inquiries, holding the joint between her fingers to take a looong inhale, exhaling it upwards before looking back down at your pleading eyes with a giggle. “is this what you want baby?” you nod feverishly, bouncing up and down in your seat with your hands tugging at your shirt hem. “yes! i wan’ it- please robbie!”

— the girls share a glance with each other, looking to the boys who were smiling the entire time, enjoying the show. robin smiled, gently propping your chin up with her middle finger as she held your cheeks with her index and thumb. you pouted as she squeezed gently, lips hurting as you puffed the joint presented to your mouth.

— eddie is the type of person to just share his thoughts out loud, which is not great when most of them revolve around teasing you. usually when eddie starts his banter, that provokes steve (and occasionally jonathan) to join in as well. but with the girls? oh boy.

— nancy purposely gets super attentive at your hazy state, loving your little involuntary happy whines from being so faded. robin just adores playing with you and seeing how much cuter you look high and furrowing your brows at the simplest tasks (tasks that you could do little, too. like cleaning up your toys).

— because you drool and cough, the teasing will simply never stop. steve makes it a point to call out your wheezing every damn time, too.

— “see? she’s waaay too little,” steve playfully smirks, seeing you cough violently after jonathan helped you somewhat pull your bowl (holding the bong for you, too). “she can’t even pull her bowl, needin’ johnny to finish it for you, huh?”

— sometimes, you like to bite back at the teasing. but, that always backfires terribly. it either ends in you running away from the ‘tickle monster’ or alternatively, more intense teasing. <333

#steve harrington agere #stranger things age regression #stranger things agere #robin buckley agere #eddie munson agere #jonathan byers agere #nancy wheeler agere

[adsdragonlover]

Rottmnt Good Future Donnie Stoner Headcanons

Donnie’s First High

He started smoking weed at 18 after it was legalized in New York. April introduced him to it, and had offered a couple times earlier on, but he wanted to wait until he was an adult so it’d have less effect on his still developing brain.

Once he turned 18 he called up April and was like “hypothetically, if I was to take you up on your offer of trying out marijuana, how soon could we start doing that?” And April just fuckin squees in excitement. “We can start, right fuckin now, Don. Meet me at mine in 20 minutes after I get you some snacks”

His first ever hit is from April’s large honeycomb and bee covered bong. It’s the Chewbacca strain. He watches her take 3 hits first to fully analyze the process so he can do it correctly. He wants to watch more examples, but April tells him to just do it!

“You’re smart as hell, Donnie. You’ve got this! Plus it’s not as fun to be the only one smoking. Try it try it!!”

So Donnie tries it. He takes April’s clipper lighter and lights the bowl, taking a fuckin massive hit because he “wants to prove he’s capable”

He can’t get all the smoke in the piece into his lungs in the first hit, and despite his effort to hold it in his lungs long enough for it to “take full effect” he coughs like 1.5 seconds in

He then proceeds to cough and hack and wheeze for a solid 3 minutes. He’s got tears in his eyes and April pats his back soothingly.

He chugs an entire water bottle that April hands him. Once he gets his breath back and the burning in his lungs has subsided somewhat is when he notices the effect weed has on his brain.

He couldn’t talk at all because he was hacking up a lung, but now he looks around and sees April’s concerned face and just bursts into giggles.

Everything feels fuzzy and comfortable, and for some reason all of April’s expressions are fucking HILARIOUS to him.

April hooked Donnie up with all of his favorite snacks and a two large pizzas for them to share

Donnie gets the munchies SO hard. He starts eating the pizza and audibly groans. “April,” he says, “You’re the best. My best friend. I love you so much, April. I know I don’t say it very often. Emotions are difficult. But I do, very much. Thank you for this pizzzzaaa!!”

April turns on nature documentaries and How It’s Made for them to watch and Donnie just ABSORBS it all.

A lot of the stuff he already knew, but it feels like he’s rediscovering the information with even more excitement. He watches each one without talking, interrupted only by uncontrollable giggles and excited stimming like hand flapping and finger tapping. After each documentary ends though he info dumps to April about all the extra things he knows about the subject.

He can’t stop smiling, it would hurt his cheeks but he can barely feel his face anyway.

He’s fucked UPPPP

The two of them stay up until 5:30 am when the sun begins to rise thru April’s window

He’s still high ASF and April texts Leo to have him teleport Donnie back home.

Once he’s home he promptly passes tf out in his bed.

When he awakens he takes notes on his experience and decides that he’ll smoke with April again sometime.

And so begins Stoner Donnie

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #future donatello #future donnie #adult donnie #adult Donatello #stoner Donnie #stoner Donatello #stoner #weed #Donatello headcanons #april o’neil #rottmnt april #marijuana #my headcanons #tcest dni #platonic donnie and April #April and Donnie are besties #April introduced Donnie to weed #weeeeeeeeed #he’s getting lit #my writing #first time smoking

[skelly-words]

JJK characters at the smoke sesh

SFW

I was smoking so I thought of this, just some little headcanons.

It's kind of reader insert because 'you' being there is implied, but not romantic, or just ignore it if that's not your thing.

also, I'm new to posting my writing on tumblr, so let me know if I'm doing anything wrong and what I should be writing, anyway... HCs

Gojo

Do NOT give him aux, not that his music taste is bad, but he'd purposefully play some wacky bs (think Minecraft remixes and bad SoundCloud rap) just to piss off everyone else.

He gets the giggles when he's high, everything is funny and he's crying a little from how much he laughs.

Gojo's tolerance is so low that he's only in the rotation for the first couple of bowls. (guys I can't roll, but we get creative with the DIY bongs.)

He brings snacks, but they're all sweet and he eats most of them.

Talks the whole group into playing dumb party games (truth or dare, would you rather, 20 questions). And he's fully invested too. Nobody else actually cares and he's standing there scolding you, "no it's important. If you had to pick one of us to go, who would it be, me or Nanami?" Cries when everyone picks him.

Geto

Here's the better music option. I can't say exactly what he'd play because it's different every time. He has a playlist for every mood.

Brings the savory snacks, most of them are spicy. I think he'd also pull up with a tupperware of leftovers too, but just for him. There's never enough for everybody, but maybe you could talk him into giving you a few bites.

He'd start doing random conventional tasks so incredibly wrong. Geto would be baked, and just stand up to start doing laundry. As long as you keep him away from the kitchen, he's fine.

The English language no longer exists. He just makes up words that sound similar to the intended definition. Mixes these in with his long-winded monologues about life or when he's trying to convince you to let him use the stove.

He's a lighter stealer, don't let it out of your sight or it'll disappear. He'll help you look for it too, until someone just offers theirs (which will also be stolen).

Nanami

Quiet. He's just in his own head.

The only one man enough to text the plug (even if he sounds like a fucking cop, he does his best).

Does not condone underage smoking, these are his loose college years. So if you're under 21 (sorry broski) gtfo.

He zones out a lot, just staring at the floor.

Swears up and down that he's not high when he's been counting the floorboards for the past twenty minutes.

You also have to keep him out of the kitchen because Nanami doesn't want cheetos, he needs REAL food. But if you let him cook before he smokes, the munchies are immaculate.

The only time you'll see his hair messy. It's like the hair gel gives up after the first hit.

Shoko

She starts eating the snacks before you've even packed the first bowl. Also stashes her favorites for later before anyone else can get to them.

Funks up the function with her cigarettes too. Everyone groans when she pulls her pack out.

Highest tolerance of the group, or maybe she just keeps it together the best even when she's tripping.

And she never passes that shit either (it's okay 'cause she's pretty). Whoever's next to her is getting straight ash.

Utahime

She's only there when Shoko is so she can have a Satoru buffer.

She'll get all soft and sappy though, complimenting random features and attributes of whoever's shoulder she's leaning on.

Honestly, really nice to be around.

She also likes sweets as munchies, but it kinda works out because she and Gojo only get along when they're stoned.

Gets bullied into getting fast food when the snacks run out.

Mei Mei

She only smokes girl blunts, rolls them herself, and doesn't share.

Probably doesn't even come most of the time.

She doesn't talk to anyone until she's hungry, and then all of a sudden gets friendly as she sneaks a hand into the pretzel bag you're holding.

#jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #utahime iori #skel procrastinates

[sleepingnova]

Estrangement.

the feeling that you do not belong, especially if you are around a group of people.

pairing : sawamura daichi, sugawara koshi, azumane asahi x reader (Poly ship)

summary : With daichi and asahi's birthdays being only a day apart, it seems like both boys have the birthday blues. Reader is a bit on the stoic side, very chill and not very emotional. Both boys are sadge :(

warnings : A bit of swearing, mentions of smoking, familial issues, mentions of being depressed, mentions of being suicidal

genre : angst to fluff (hurt to comfort)

author's note : I thought of this last night, a small scenario that fits perfectly for a specific few headcanons I have for both boys. With that being said, enjoy. btw I rambled, a lot in this. It's long as shit. So for all my readers who love long angst, here you go. *kith* :>

As the clock hits midnight, the stars twinkle above you. The day shifts from the 31st of December to the 1st of January. You had already given your present to Daichi, and now was Asahi's turn. The three of them walked onto the balcony with you. The strong smell of marijuana from your bong could be smelled from your room.

"Hello, my love." The oldest one of the 3 spoke softly. You could tell something was wrong, he sounded like he had a hitch in his throat.

You blew out the smoke from your mouth and inhaled it into your nose.

"Hello, darling boy, happy birthday, my sweet boy. What should we do later today for your birthday? I know, let's go out for lunch, for yours and daichi's birthday. I know we went out yesterday for your birthday, 'mura, but I just like spoiling my sweet partners, is that so wrong?" You rambled on, your words slowing and slurring around just a little because of the marijuana.

You leaned in for a kiss towards Azumane, but was stopped.

"Um, why don't we head inside, it's a little cold. I don't want you to get sick." Asahi spoke, just barely above a whisper.

You nodded and walked back inside your room. Once you sat back down onto your bed, you spoke up.

"Alright, I may be high, but I'm not an idiot. Asahi, you sound and look like you've been crying, 'mura, you too. What's wrong? I'm always here if you need to talk to me, you know." You spoke, placing your lighter and bong on your dresser.

"It's nothing, really sweetheart, we promise, just Dai and I have been having a few issues. We just don't want to bother you with them. We know when you smoke, you aren't in the right mental headspace." Asahi replied.

You sat up and put your things away.

"Well, no not necessarily, sweetheart. I'll always have time to listen to you. Go ahead, tell me what's going on in those pretty minds of yours, both of you. Koshi, you're welcome to vent to me if you would like as well." You explained.

Asahi sighed hesitantly, and began. "When you look at me it's like you don't see me. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, but you've changed so much, so now I feel like I don't know who you are anymore."

He looked around the room, practically at everything but you. Your gaze was set, tears forming in your eyes and your throat closing as he continued, "What happened to you, my love? Where have you gone? I miss the old you, please, if you're in there, I want you back. I need you back. Come back to me, please, darling." His eyes were glossy and filled with tears, until he looked at you while glancing around and was filled with regret.

He never meant to make you cry, he never wished to be the cause of your tears, but there you were. The silence that followed was suffocating, both of your minds racing, you were speechless, had your weed addiction gotten that bad? Could you even call it an addiction?

Sure, it was your mind - numbing thing, you used it every now and then, and everything that happened in that time was mushed around in your brain. What had he seen? Was there more to this than you thought?

You reached towards his hands, but he pulled them away. He slowly reached back to intertwine your hands together. "I need you to tell me what you've been seeing. Please, what have I been doing wrong? Talk to me, don't be scared, you're not going to hurt my feelings by being honest." You were wiping your eyes, your mind was spinning and you felt like throwing up.

His thoughts and mind were racing, his first instinct was to comfort you, to tell you he was sorry and that he loved you. But you said that he should be honest right? He's always honest, but maybe this time he was too honest?

His hand rubbed against the back of his neck as he thought about just giving in. He knew this was best for a relationship to thrive, communication, it's just he didn't think it'd be so... empty of love or warmth. He pondered continuing, but something just told him to keep going, and get it off his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I don't know.. I just feel so invisible around you now. Whenever I'm here, I try and be intimate with you and hold your hand and stuff, but you always push me away." He recalled, as he watched and felt the grip of your hand tighten around his.

"You've never shown signs of not liking pda, so what changed? Whenever I talk, I always get the feeling that you're not listening to me. You don't come on dates anymore, either, and it's not just me who's noticed that one." He was bringing up point after point and you didn't know what to do or where to begin to explain that this is all just a big misunderstanding.

"My anxiety is eating me alive right now, and I never want to ask this, ever, and God, I hope it isn't true. Tell me I'm overthinking, please anything. You're all I have left, baby, please don't you leave too." He sobbed, his throat closing and he coughs. After what feels like forever in silence, he begins to speak again.

"I'm just going to ask before I puke, have you ever fallen out of love with us? Has there ever been a time where you stopped loving us? If you have, I understand, but please, I'm begging you, I'll get down on my knees if I have to, please don't leave just yet. I've lost just about everyone and everything, I can't lose you too. Not yet." He sniffled, his heart skipping beats and his breathing heavy and rapid.

His tears fell onto your hands as you looked at him, with your eyes and mouth open in shock. Every heart warming memory replaying in your mind, each one longer than the last. This was it. You had waited for so long, for someone who would love you as an equal, who'd treat you with respect, someone who wouldn't use you, whether that be for your intelligence or body or anything really. You had a grasp on it, and it was...over? No, it can't be over, not after you wasted so much time trying to find it.

Your tears kept falling and your throat kept closing, your silent words falling on deaf ears. After a while of silence, you held your head up to face him. His eyes searched yours for some sort of comfort, some kind of sign, something that told him that this was all a mistake.

Your depression had gotten the best of you, which was why you started smoking in the first place. Just to make life a little easier to bear. It prevented you from going out and being social, from being you. The one Azumane cherished and loved so dearly.

"I- No." You stumbled, not knowing where to start. There was so much you wanted to say, but you never knew how. Your throat started to open up again as you breathed, and with that, you tried to explain to him why you were the way you were.

"I was diagnosed with severe depression a couple months ago, and it hasn't been the best. The antidepressants make things worse and I feel like I am outside my body. I've smoked before, and it felt good, so I thought it was the best option. I didn't realize how much it was hurting you." Your tears were falling, but you decided to get everything out, it was now or never.

"It came to the point where I couldn't get out of bed, I would go days at a time without brushing my teeth or showering. I wasn't just depressed, I was suicidal. I didn't want to go through this everyday. I was put on suicide watch twice in a month. I hated everything part of it, and I wanted to see you guys, I thought that would make me feel better, but I realized I never told you guys." You continued to explain as you saw all of their eyes widen at you in horror and guilt.

You hesitated before continuing, "It made me so sad to see suga posting and texting me pictures of your dates' and all the stuff you guys would do and I wasn't able to be there, much less respond. They'd take my phone while I was there and I couldn't get it back until I left."

You coughed and caught your breath, before speaking again, but sawamura stopped you.

"Babe, stop. You don't need to keep explaining. We are so sorry. We never knew you were going through so much, but please, if something like this happens, tell us please." He desperately whispered, his tears falling down his face as he walked over to you. He sat down and gave you a hug, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, sobbing out apologies.

You felt your heart beating in your stomach, as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down. You turned your head over towards asahi, who's mouth was open, but nothing came out.

You shook your head before whispering, "Don't apologize, none of you need to apologize to me. This was my fault. I owe you an apology, asahi." You said before clearing your throat, and resuming.

"My dear asahi, I am so terribly sorry that I kept this from you and led you to this false narrative of myself. I was too lost in my own head to be able to communicate with you about what was going on. I'm so sorry for making you feel invisible or that I didn't love you, I am not using my depression as an excuse, so please don't think I am. I want to be clear when I say this, and I want all three of you to know this: I have never fallen out of love with the three of you, I swear it. I have never thought about it or will in the future." You sniffled as you rambled on but finally concluding your apology.

Azumane and Sawamura looked up at you, their eyes bloodshot and puffy, as they both squeaked out the question, "You promise?"

You replied without a second thought, "Yes, for eternity. I will love all of you until we're old and gray and we look like raisins."

They all chuckled softly, asahi and sugawara coming over to embrace the two of you.

"This has been a lot of back and forth, can we please rest? We can go out for breakfast as an official first date into our renewed relationship." Koshi declared, the two other boys nodding in agreement.

You glanced over at your window, so much time had passed, and the sun was just starting to come up. You looked at your clock, which showed 5:47am.

After staring into the darkness of your room for a couple of minutes, you were brought back by asahi intertwining his hand with yours, but when you looked over, the three boys were all fast asleep, entangled in each other's arms.

After sleeping the day away, you all slowly but surely got up to get ready for your date. You got dressed and freshened up, brushed your teeth all nice and clean. As you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but stare in shock.

Asahi came up behind you and looked in the mirror with you, a small frown forming on his face.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, kissing your cheek.

"Is that me? That's me. Oh my gosh." You sniffled. It had been so long since you actually were excited about dressing up and putting on makeup.

"Yes, darling. It's you and you're so beautiful." He replied, pulling out his phone.

"What're you doing?" You questioned, as you saw him look down at his phone.

"Hm? Oh nothing, just making sure suga and daichi are ready to go. Let's go, shall we?" He asked, holding his hand out.

You smiled, a genuine smile, and he could see your face light up, something it hadn't done in a while, and he just melted seeing how excited you were.

"Daichi? Baby boy, you ready to go?" Azumane called.

"Dai?" He tried again after hearing no response.

"Let me go see what's taking so long." He stated, walking away from you and sugawara.

Daichi was in the bathroom, fixing his shirt collar when he just happened to look into the mirror. Had his face gotten fatter? He looked like he gained a lot of weight. His family was right, he did lose track of himself.

'No, no it's fine. I'm okay, I look fine. But, my face looks so fat and chubby. Who am I kidding? They wouldn't date me! Not like this. Maybe I should just stay-' He was pulled out of his thoughts by Asahi knocking on the door.

"Hey, you okay in there? Do you need any help?" He asked, while walking behind him, his hands sliding down his waist, wrapping around Daichi's hips.

"It's nothing, it's just.. Does this make me look fat? Does my face look chubby? God, I look so ugly, what am I thinking." Daichi muttered, turning his head away in shame.

Asahi's eyes widened, he had never heard Sawamura be so concerned about his looks.

"What? No, babe, you look so handsome. You look perfectly fine. Yeah, your face is a bit chubby, but so is the rest of you, which I love and I wouldn't change one bit." Asahi replied.

"My family was right, I should lose some weight. It doesn't look good." He retorted, dropping his head in regret.

"Baby, listen to me. You said yourself that you prefer being chubby than having an athletic figure. We're going to support you no matter what you want to do. You shouldn't listen to what your family says, they're not always right, ya know?" Asahi responded, cupping Daichi's face in his hands.

Daichi smiled softly, and leaned his head onto Asahi's shoulder. He hummed softly, before standing and kissing Asahi, as a thank you before walking back towards you and Sugawara.

Asahi smiled, and walked over.

"We should take a picture! Something to remember!" Sugawara chimed.

"We all look nice, why not?" You added.

You all went outside and stood in front of your house, the sun shining brightly.

Asahi grabbed his polaroid, and aimed it perfectly.

"Alright, everyone, smile!" He said while hopping into the photo.

The camera clicked and the photo looked perfect. Asahi slipped the photo into his phone case and hopped into the car, along with the three of you, ready to start fresh.

For the first time in a while, you felt good. You felt..happy. You felt like you again, the one that they fell in love with.

They wouldn't have it any other way.

hope you guys enjoy, comment "bee" if you got this far, this was a bit long.

#angst with a happy ending #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu daichi #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #daisugaasa x reader #:> <3 #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu comfort

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem reader) (pt4) WARNINGS: drug usage ------------------------------------------------

i rolled around im my bed, my hands covering my face. "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" i yelled as i rolled side to side. i was fangirling over kurt. i just met him and hes my new boss! its all happening way too fast. maybe im just confused. but when i think of him i get butterflies. i think of his giggles and his shining smile. i think of his beautiful blonde locks dangling in front of his beautiful sculpted face. his ocean blue eyes that look like saucers that can take you anywhere you can imagine. his hands. his arms. his waist. every single detail about him was perfect. oh god. i do really love him. but i cant stop thinking of his face...i need relief. i sigh before looking at my end table. i open the small drawer to reveal a pipe, lighter, grinder, and baggie of weed. i take out a bud and put it into the grinder. i twist the cap a few times before opening the bottom to show perfectly grinded weed. i take some and put it in my pipe. i set my grinder on the small table and take my first hit. soon i loose track and end up smoking 4 or 5 bowls. im so high i cant tell if anything is real. i set my pipe and lighter down and crawl under my blankets. i snuggle against the layers of covers and pillows. i pull one of the pillows to my side and start to cuddle it. i didnt even realise i was thinking of kurt while cuddling the pillow. i grew tired and i was so curious to look at the time but i was too lazy. i slowly drifted to sleep. i woke up to the light peeking into my window. i sat up feeling very well rested and checked the time. 10:34. i grunted while starting to get dressed

Kurts pov: "dave get the fuck up! we gotta clean this shit!" i yelled at him. he groaned before standing. "fine..." he said starting to pick up the trash on the table. the apartment was now fairly clean...mostly since ive been cleaning since 6 this morning. i look over at all my guitars scattered in a corner instead of being put up. Y/N would think bad of that...she takes good care of her stuff unlike me...im trashy and whiny. i take them and start to put them on stands. except for the broken ones. i throw them in the closet. i look into my room. Extremely trashy. torn posters everywhere. pipes and bongs and it reeks of weed...i wonder if she smokes... soda were cans scattered on the floor along with chip bags. my bed was messed up. clothes sticking out of drawers, on the floor and under the bed. my notebooks were messed up on my shelf. and there was paint materials everywhere. i sigh before i start picking up everything. dave was busy cleaning the small kitchen we shared that was also a mess. it was disgusting. expired food. dirty counters. muddy floor. and for some reason there were clothes in there. i put all of the dirty clothes in my laundry hamper that was almost full to the brim. a scrub the dry paint off the walls and floor i put all my smoking things up in the very top of my closet. i pick up every single piece of trash and take the garbage out numerous times cause of it. i fixed my books, took down torn posters and made my bed. by this time it was noon and i was so tired from it. dave finished with the kitchen and swept the apartment. finally everything was clean. besides the smell. "dave do we have any candles or air fresheners?!" i shouted from my room. "yeah i think in the...bathroom cabinet!" he replied from the living room. i sprinted into the bathroom and opened the cabinet and snatched out the only Air Wick we had. i lit it and set it in the living room. soon all the smells of marijuana was gone.

Y/N pov: i was finally ready. i did my makeup and got dressed. im ready to leave. i got in my car and began my drive to kurts place. it was a 45 minute drive so i best hurry. the drive was nice and peaceful. i was prepared to do this. and make it forever..the question is...how am i gonna tell my current band mates im leaving them...that doesnt matter now. i was about to reach kurts apartment and i dont need to be upset. i pull into the steep driveway to his apartment. it was a 2 story building and kurts apartment was on top. i walked up the metal spiral stairs. i prepare myself to see him...will it be obvious i like him?. i take a deep breath before knocking.

#krist novoselic #kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #nirvana #dave grohl #part 5 soon

[serendipitouswasteland]

Argyle's Van, Spring of 1986

Note: This was transcribed from my AO3.

ship: byler pov: third person written: July 10, 2022 first published: July 11, 2022 word count: 2,675 - summary: Jonathan and Argyle have taken it upon themselves to give Mike and Will the best spring break ever— road trip style. The best part? They're doing it from the back of a surfer boy pizza van, where Mike gets a bright idea.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Argyle says, the van sputtering as him and Jonathan pushes it the rest of the way to the gas station.

"I told you that we should have brought stuff with!"

"Well that doesn't matter right now, because we don't have stuff, so now we have to wait here until we can get someone to help."

"From who? The cashier? It's past the middle of the night, Argyle!"

Will sits up slowly, the back of the van having been practically converted to a bed at this point with all of the pillows and blankets lying around. He rubs his eyes, looking at his watch. Sure enough, it's 12:43 A.M. Will yawns and stretches, his eyes travelling to Mike, who's digging through the glove box under the dash. Will watches as Mike with curious eyes, only being able to look at him this long because Mike's not looking back. After a moment, Mike comes to the back and sits down across from Will, his back against the door of the Van, Will's to the back of a seat. Then, Will looks at Mike's hands as he sets down an ashtray and pulls what Will knows is definitely a weed cigarette out of his pocket, along with a lighter.

"Mike! What are you—"

"Shhh! They said that they wanted us to have the best spring break ever, right? So let's have the best spring break ever!"

"You're not wrong, but do you really think we should be doing this when they're literally just outside?"

"First, they're inside the gas station calling for help. I just saw them walk in. Second, who said anything about we? This is for me."

"You weren't planning on sharing?" Will questions, knowing Mike all too well.

"No, I definitely was, but you still made an assumption. Like Max says: presumptuous," Mike says as he lights the cigarette, quickly placing it between his lips, breathing in, pulling it out, then blowing. "Wow! Jesus Christ!"

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Will says, taking it from him and doing the same, slight coughing at the end.

"Yes, Will. I have been high before. Only once, but still. That doesn't make me an idiot, and it's not like you're too crazy about it either."

"I'm not, but one step into Jonathan's room and you're a goner, I'm telling you."

"That's because they just don't smoke cigarettes, they get high from this," Mike says, holding up a bong.

"Put that down," Will says, handing the cigarette back to Mike after taking a second hit.

"Point is, how you get high makes all the difference."

Mike blows smoke into Will's face as he tries swatting it away, laughing at the action. Mike laughs with him, smiling, Will enjoying the quality time he's finally getting to spend with his best friend. Mike lowers the cigarette and sets it in the ashtray and looks at Will who's staring intensely at the floor. Will's not even sure why he currently finds the floor as fascinating as it is. It's so bland and boring, and yet Will feels like he's seen the greatest thing in the world. That is, until, he looks up when at Mike and starts speaking.

"Man, I am so high right now," Will says, shaking his head.

"And you were complaining that Jonathan smokes too much weed."

"It's different. I don't know."

"No, I get it. I get it. To be honest, I've had a rough year. You know I was the last person to leave your house after you left? I mean, all those years, gone. Just like that. I guess I didn't want to realize it, but...you know, I think this whole time I've been projecting my f—"

Mike is cut off by Argyle and Jonathan getting back in the van, finally having gotten it fixed after...a shocking 42 minutes. Will thought it would have taken longer.

They quickly get on the road again, Mike hiding the ashtray out of the sight of the rearview mirror. They drive for a while before coming to a flat empty spot near a canyon, the sky clear. Jonathan and Argyle grab a tent out of the back of the van, going and setting it up a bit of a ways from the cliff's edge, and not too close to the van, either, as to give Mike and Will some personal space.

Will hops out, grabbing his pajamas that he'd brought with and going to the side of the van that wasn't on the side as the tent, Mike changing into his own pajamas inside. Mike slides open the door when he's done, and Will quickly hops inside, rubbing his arms to try and warm him up from the cold air of the March night.

"Sorry," Mike says quietly, quickly grabbing the ashtray and relighting the cigarette, both of them still completely out of it.

"It's fine," Will says, stretching his jaw.

He looks at Mike in his pajamas. Just a sweatsuit, yes, but it's Mike's hair that really gets him. Will noticed it the second he saw him, but he was too scared to say anything, worried that it might come off the wrong way, but right now he can't seem to stop himself from talking.

"Have I told you yet that I like the new look? With your hair, I mean. The long curls. It's nice," Will says after Mike hands him the cigarette, taking a hit after his initial question and then again after he finished his full thought, his heart beating so fast now that him and Mike are actually alone.

"Thanks."

It's quiet for a minute, soon them both bursting into laughter about literally everything. The color of the floor of the van, a random word that Will has said, and the two just can't stop laughing, but eventually, they do dile it down some after they remember that, although not in the van with them, Argyle and Jonathan aren't too far away. They stare at each other for a moment before Will looks away. He doesn't want Mike to know what exactly is going through his mind, all of the things he's thought in their time apart. If he looked at Mike any longer he'd let something slip.

Mike and Will are sitting crisscrossed facing each other, the ashtray sitting on the bench. Will has been poking at Mike's face for some time now, tracing over each of his freckles, pulling at his nose, his knuckles brushing against Mike's eyelashes. He's trying to figure out how Mike's face has changed so much. When he gives up on that, Mike says something, and it catches Will completely off-guard.

"I'm gay," Mike breathes out, and Will shoots his head to look at him.

"What?" Will asks, his eyes going wide and his heart starting to beat really fast.

"I am so high right now, but I am also so, so gay."

"Mike—"

"No. I like guys, Will. Maybe I like girls too, I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that part out, but I do know that I definitely like guys. A lot."

Mike is rambling, it's clear, even if it's not like his usual rambling because he's high, but Will knows when Mike is rambling, and right now he's just sitting there staring. Even as Mike looks at him with a questioning look, asking Will if he should go on and normally Will would say yes or something, but right now he can't. Not with the words that Mike initially said still ringing in his head. I'm gay. Did he hear that right, or is it the weed? Is anything of this really, actually happening?

"Like, a lot a lot," Mike continues, and Will knows that, now, at this point, there's no stopping him. "And I have been projecting for years, I think, how I feel about you onto El because I didn't want to believe that I could like guys, but I do. That's why I broke up with her...or she broke up with me...or...actually, I'm not sure. I don't know who broke up with who, maybe it was mutual, but it was because even though I did and still do love her, it wasn't like that. I loved you like that. I do love you like that. I am in love with you.

"Wow. That feels so good to say. I did say it, right? Huh. It's funny. I always thought, somewhere, deep inside, that you'd be the one to say it first. That you would tell me how you felt long before I was even able to admit to myself the feelings I have, but it looks like I was wrong. Sorry, by the way. For just blurting it out, you know? It's, like, what is wrong with me? I don't know, I mean..." Mike continues to ramble, laughing a bit here and there.

Will, on the other hand, doesn't say a word. He's listening so intently and yet not listening at all. His mind is in two places at once. On one side, Will is listening to what Mike has to say, thinking about it way too hard, and on the other he's still caught on the first thing that Mike had said, and he's still going. So then, Will cuts him off with the only thing he knows will get him to stop, and the words he says aren't just to get him to stop, because Will has wanted to say them for far too long now to hold them in any longer.

"I love you."

"I know."

"No, I mean, I love you."

"I know," Mike says, giving Will a look that could only be described as love.

He puts a hand on Will's cheek and pulls him close, their eyelashes skimming against each other's skin. Their noses brush up against each other as their breath hits each other's faces. Will's heart is beating a million miles a minute and he can feel his throat closing up at just how close him and Mike are, his face a bright shade of red. Part of him has been waiting for this moment for years, but he never thought that it would actually ever happen, because it's Mike. His best friend. The one person outside of his family that he's known longer than anyone, and now their lips were centimeters apart. Then Mike plants a soft kiss on Will's lips, and though it's not what Will was expecting, it is everything to him, but it's short lived as Mike pulls back slowly just a second later.

"I know," Mike repeats, as if the kiss wasn't enough to get his point across about knowing just how much Will loves him, and knowing what exactly Will means when he stares it.

Will stares at him, his eyes wide before he pulls Mike back toward him and is the one to kiss him this time, wrapping his hands around Mike's neck, wanting to be as close as possible. He's been waiting for this moment, and now it's finally here and he'd be damned if he let it go to waste. Will's hands quickly find their way into Mike's hair, his fingers running through every curl. Mike keeps his one hand on Will's cheek, partially cupping his jaw, the other one on the floor to keep them sitting up and steady. The kiss is sloppy, sure, but it's everything that Will has ever wanted in a kiss from Mike, because the way that Mike is kissing him back makes Will feel wanted, needed.

After a few minutes their lips part briefly and Will is about to go back in and kiss him again, but Mike doesn't let him, pulling back just a bit and letting a chuckle escape his lips as he looks at Will with so much passion. He takes his thumb and runs his over Will's lips, and Will takes a big gulp, the butterflies in his stomach only getting worse, and he can't believe that he actually had the guts just now to kiss Mike Wheeler.

"Don't forget to breathe, babe," Mike whispers, but the way he says it? Will feels like he might pass out.

And then, with one last kiss on Will's cheek, Mike stands up puts the cigarette out in the ashtray, looking down at Will, a smile appearing on his face and a little bit of laughter escaping his lips. If Will could guess, he'd say he probably looks like a deer lost in headlights, because he's just staring at Mike, because up until now, he never really noticed just how tall Mike is. Will clears his throat, moving so he's sitting with his back to the seat again, leaning forward and messing with the ground, but Mike isn't having it.

Mike gets back down on the floor, crawling over to Will and laying on his back, looking up at him with a sly smile. He places a hand on the back of Will's neck, pulling him down and kissing him once again, and despite it already having happened twice, Will still can't believe that it's happening. It's a short kiss, and it's slow, and when Mike lets go he has the same smile on his face that he had before, and that's when Will realizes that Mike is teasing him. Will's flustered face only gets more flushed, and he looks away from Mike, lifting his head up and looking to the side. Mike sits up then, grabbing Will's face in his fingers by his jaw, turning him to look at him. Their eyes meet, and Will can't look away anymore. He's completely encapsulated by the look that Mike is giving him.

Mike pulls Will's face toward him, kissing him open-mouthed and rough, and that's how Will knows that it's not just the weed anymore, because he knows Mike, and so he knows that Mike has never kissed anyone like this before. Will's hands find their way into Mike's curls once again, something he's quickly become obsessed with. He pulls at the hair at the nape of Mike's neck, leading to Mike beginning to leave a trail of kisses along Will's jaw to the spot just under under his ear. Will leans his head against the back of the seat, wanting desperately for his lips to be back on Mike's again, but loving what Mike is doing far too much for him to say anything.

"I'm not gonna wake them up. Don't worry, man," a voice says, and then the trunk of the van is opened.

Mike quickly stops what he's doing, his lips pulling off of Will's skin as his head falls embarrassingly into Will's neck, an attempt at hiding from who's just interrupted their moment. Will, glances down at Mike before looking back at Argyle, trying to think of something to say that would explain why they were sitting in those positions and why Mike was so engrossed in Will's neck, of all things, because it wasn't normal for best friends to be doing what they were doing. But they weren't just best friends anymore, were they? They couldn't possibly be. Not after that.

"Nice," Argyle says, climbing into the van and grabbing his bong.

"W–what?" Will asks, confusion washing over him.

"Little Byers has finally found himself a lover," Argyle says, hopping out of the van and closing the trunk.

Once he's sure Argyle is gone, Will lifts up Mike's head, to which Mike raises an eyebrow, clear that he was barely even listening to a thing that was just said. Will bursts into laughter, tackling Mike to the floor of the van and rolling over onto his back. Mike laughs, too, Will's laughter being that contagious that, if you heard a single second of it, you'd be laughing too.

"What?" Mike asks, still unbelievably confused, and still laughing.

"How is he always stoned?"

And once again, they're laughing like maniacs, both of them quickly having forgotten that anything even happened.

#byler #will byers/mike wheeler #mike wheeler/will byers #will byers #mike wheeler #argyle #argyle stranger things #mike wheeler loves will byers #will byers loves mike wheeler #romance #eventual romance #teen romance #awkward romance #teenagers #love confessions #boys in love #first love #declarations of love #not actually unrequited love #requited unrequited love #requited love #friends to lovers #childhood friends #best friends #male friendship #alternate universe

[dreamzofnothing]

I Belief

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An addition to American Gods with my own adding and changing of things.

Part 1

Zenya looked out across the club that night at the many faces looking back at her. Each one with such God powers in such a variety now days! Weed could get you the safest highest high, the beautiful Robot herself A.I., and the elusive WiFi just to name a few. The most obvious and most current ones. They were also the many she saw who didn't know her but knew who she was. Humans to God.

"The more time passes by the more I cease to exist while still existing. Without dying. How? Because you need me to exist." Zenya smiled wide as her curly red hair fell around her face.

"I am belief itself. Now let me explain this so you know EXACTLY who and what I am. " she said matter of factly as she swung her hips like a full on slut on the stage.

The blue and pink lights danced on her full figured body as she transformed into a transitioning dance. Her hair flew all around in flames of curls, her eyes glowed their beautiful emerald palace green, and her clothes were ethereal blue and white fabrics. They moved as she moved in swirling fashions.

"I am belief. Belief itself. Everyone believes in something. Even if it's nothing they believe in it. But what does it start with? Belief. To believe. I believe. I was the first God and birthed the first few TRUE demigods. Nasty scene the world was a mess!" She paused shivering at the sight of Earth covered in afterbirth and a handful of giant babies. The first humans running around crazed by the birth of their gods.

"AAAANNNYYYWAY, so I am essentially your greatest ever grandma. I can never die as long as humans believe. Which they even believe in themselves so I'm pretty fucking safe. If I die you will not die but that is the only way I would die." She picked up the bong made of bones.

As she did she looked at her favorite bones in places easy for her to see. Each bone from a God or godess that had died. She kept something of each in case she ever found a way to bring them back without needing her.

"As belief, it gets lonely. I see many faces here knowing most of you will die within the next century." Her eyes lifted back up to finally meet theirs.

She still had not seen Mr. World in the crowd.

Listening carefully to much of which he already knew. His old fashioned black suit fit him well in the crowd of such a variety of fashion. He really did love Belief. Truly. But being a god in a God game he couldn't do this the best way. But he would try to make it fun. And tonight was the best way to get clued in on how to woo her at the precisely right moment.

"So that being said," she said cheering up and leaning against a pole she conjured,

"Smoke some shit, drink some shit, eat some shit. Whatever you can get your hands on to make the best fucking high you've ever had. You've got 30 seconds to get it. Don't give me crap about thats not enough time. I know each of you and Weed even you can do 28 in a pinch! Get it!" She said flirting with a slight snicker knowing full well she had his stash of his best shit.

About half of the club vanished and reappeared with riches galore! Some had humans and others animals. These were most of the older gods and goddesses. The remaining had earthly possessions like drugs, electricity, or stuffed animals. Mr. World simply took his best ciagr out and waited. When Weed came back with his own bong already stoned beyond Her, she lit her everlasting lighter and paused,

"Now, smoke it, drink it, eat it. BUT, do it in silence for those who have died. For most of you will join them soon. My children."

She ended the pause raising the bong to her succulent lips and drawing in. As she did there was blood, guts, screams, moans, gasps, fucking, chuckling, and all one could imagine at an orgy?

But they did so in silence.

She drew until the entire car sized bowl was smoke in her lungs. She exhaled immediately hot boxing the venue adding a good club smoke effect,

"By the way I don't have to have Weed, I just love his shit!"

When she was done she made the bong and pole vanish while everyone finished up as well.

((Part 2 coming. Dance scene. ))

#american gods #television #tv series #fandom #fantasy #stories #storytelling #new character #new chapter

[gjfasdfyguu]

TW! DRUGS, ALCOHOL, OVER DOSING,REHAB, EATING DISORDER, RAPE, MENTAL HEALTH, SELF HARM, SUICIDE

Now we skip a year to the beginning of the year. Year 9. 2022.

On October 24th 2021, i was walking to a friends house. To get there you had to walk down a dark, forest like path. I wasn't wearing anything too revealing. Nothing more then slight cleavage. This guy, must've been in his mid 20s, came up behind me. Grabbed me from behind, and raped me. My innocence was stripped away, only because i was wearing a top.

This event lead me into a horrible spiral of depression. I was 13.

I started drinking, everyday, for 2 months. In school, at home, out side. I felt like i needed to get away from this pain. I was made to be mature, the child i once was had gone. I was caught, i was excluded, i was put into treatment for recovering alcoholics.

I stopped eating for months. I needed control. And somehow eating was the only thing i could. No one noticed, i'd always been quite fat, so it was seen as me loosing weight. Everyone was proud of me. No one could see the true intentions. I was dying, slowly killing myself to end my suffering.

One day, whilst i was at a party, drinking, someone gave me a massive load of cocaine and heroin . And there forth i was an addict. In school, at home, outside, in dirty public bathrooms, i was always doing drugs. I stole weed, lighters, filters and rolling papers from people. I stole bongs and grinders from shops. I needed it. It made me forget. It made me happy. I was 14. I was shooting up heroin every week, snorting cocaine every day. My friends encouraged this, told me it was my life and i could do what i wanted. I needed the help. They only really got concerned when i almost over dosed on heroin in the park near my house. I was sent to the hospital, where i am now. They are sending me to rehab on the 21st. They said it was what i needed.

I started self harming again, almost slitting my wrists everyday to end it. If i couldn't be happy, what was the point in being here.

I was diagnosed with autism and am currently waiting to be diagnosed with bpd , which all my therapists said i most likely do have, it gave me some clarity, although i will never tell anyone any of this, only you.

This is my story, of what has happened, before you judge someone, think about what they have been through.

Fare well - Radio

#ptsd #childhood trauma #mental illness #abuse survivor #trauma #emotional abuse #bpd #actually bpd

[garfieldsladybird]

dw i will try and get more things to talk about

ummm

i gave my friends my lighter so they could fill it up and they lost it, but it’s okay bc they’ll find it. i hope

how’s your day so far?

-moot

um im in a meeting with my teacher, i thought he didn’t post the form for me to know what im doing for school work but i was only like 5 minutes late to the meeting and bro when i told him he didn’t post it and i checked to see if it was posted, it was there!

i didnt even see it, but i still did my homework, i just did some extra work and bc i didn’t see it, i didn’t do some work that i was assigned, and then i just didn’t do pe for some reason, like come on garfield.

but anyways my day is going. and its boring. i dont know, ive been in weird mentality for awhile, but it’s not anything bad like I’m happy, im ok but i think its because im jelly. uhhhh idk I think it’s because there’s so much stuff going on in the world, and I’m not a part of it like I want to be famous, i wish I had a different life and that I was born in a different era and I want to be in love too like I just want something… and I just don’t know what. but I also don’t wish I had a different life, I like my life but it’s very boring and I don’t like it… :(((

I hope you find your lighter :) I have a baby lighter for my baby bong.. 

how is your day?

#garfield answers 🦖 #I hope I’m not putting too much and this I don’t know I just need to express myself