I Need This Next Time I Get High🤭

I need this next time I get high🤭

18+ mdni, collage au, use of marijuana, high sex, blink and you'll miss perv!vi, you smoke while she eats you (feral), spit, stoner!vi that got out of hand.

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dealer!vi who’s deep down a damn loser when it comes to you, an unmeasured crush that started out when you bought weed for the first time and she got your number under the premise of talking to you whenever she had good stash.

she stares for a good while at her phone after, trying to find out a reason to talk to you without sounding lame, the last time she was so afraid to talk to a girl she was what? sixteen? so fucking lame.

dealer!vi who leaves in the middle of a party cause you texted asking is she was up and well, it's her fault when she's spoiling you rotten, constantly selling to you her very best stuff at a stupid low price: she wants you to keep coming to her, so she makes sure of making an undeniable offer.

she's knocking at your door and it's way to late to be in the streets, standing with her hands shoved inside her jacket as she waits for you to open up.

dealer!vi who's impressed actually by your rolling skills cause how the fuck did you learn how to roll a joint like that? you have such a good technique she finds herself looking at it, fingers in perfect control as they swiftly pour the green from your purple grinder into king-sized pink rolling papers — is it indirect kissing when you're licking the paper and she can visibly see strings of your saliva? must be.

she looks at you when you light up the joint and the air is quickly filled with the intense smell of weed, a subtle fruity and citric aroma as you passed her the joint. indirect kissing. indirect kissing when vi's smoking from the very same spot you did, sitting close to you after selling you a good amount of weed and accepting a sudden invitation to stay for a while and smoke, make the journey at least a bit more worth it and not leave after five minutes with you.

it doesn't have to be just pure business.

you're oblivious to it, but her gaze lingers in your legs and the subtle way your shirt rides up showing more and more skin without you noticing, worried you'll find out she's right there high and dry in your sofa.

stoner!vi who laughs at your jokes, leaning forward when talking to you cause even high she just thinks about how beautiful you are, eyes red, half lidded, relaxed in the comfortable of your small apartment close to the uni.

and like a good stoner she forgets about she's holding the joint at some point, too busy with the conversation, your company and the atmosphere you’ve so easily created, the ashes falling to the ground now. she has sold you marijuana for months, yet she's not able to talk to you for more than explaining you what strain she's carrying to sell until well — now.

liking your photos, flirting but not at all, it's absurd the amounts of times you appear on her mind without even trying to, messy haircut, she's sure you have a tattoo hidden under the winter clothes cause she can be a proud stoner, but she pays attention, at least when she wants something, when it comes to you.

"are you ever going to make a move on me, vi? cause i'm getting tired of waiting for you to snap out of it."

and maybe it's the weed, that dizzy and nice sensation on her chest that makes her smile, cause she's sure you're pulling her closer even when she's the one moving on her own.

"a move, you want me to make a move on you?"

you're taking the joint from her fingers and she swears it's the hottest thing she's ever experienced, the way you were suddenly so close to her only to pull away after, letting the smoke linger in the air when you light it again: she has felt that very same thing before, the awful need of pulling you into a kiss.

"i thought it was obvious when i texted you in the middle of the night, but you don't seem to get it much" the music seems to drown her unsteady breathing, the loud guitars by the speaker in the table while your bratty attitude only seems to turn her on even further. "should i spell it out for you? send a formal invitation?"

stoner!vi who's really bad in controlling her force when high, cause her hand fist in the fabric of your shirt and she's finally erasing the distance she was once polite to keep, moving you without much effort across the cushions to pull you closer to her, make you lay on the sofa to pin you down beneath her.

her muscles flex on top on you and she's finally aware of the effect she has on you, when she's finally kissing you and you're responding to her even when she barely touches you — so maybe it's not as lame as she thought, cause her kisses travels down your throat, messy, sloppy open-mouthed kisses she places as she holds you there, still and where she wants you to, not lame at all when you cannot control yourself either, squirming, already asking for more.

and fuck it's good. she can smell the subtle smell of weed in your clothes, and swear could choke 'cause you're parting your legs for her, a silent invitation she just gets with no need to spell it out for her now.

"gonna smoke it all by yourself?" vi's messing with you at first, watching you take the joint you forgot in your fingers to place it over your lips — "or are you gonna share that with me?"

stoner!vi who fantasizes with the thought of spitting right over your parted lips when she's helping you smoke, lighting up the joint as she sits on top of you. she's slower, but her hips press down against yours just right, and trapped in between her thighs is a damn sight. her blushed cheeks match her cherry hair who's much longer now since the first time you meet her, and you, a demon as always, let your hand find the skin beneath her shirt, the pad of your fingers roaming against her hip bone, trailing it down her pants.

with two fingers, she places the joint over your lips. your breathing collides against her hand, and she can feel the softness in your lips for a moment before you're blowing the smoke in her direction, slightly and for nothing more than five seconds but enough to make her think about kissing you again, yearning when she's stealing kiss after kiss, taking away the joint to have you pay attention to her instead. needy.

the weed makes her like that she'd say, but in reality vi's going to pieces even before her eyes become glassy. shambles when the music on the speaker is not enough to muffle your gasps, the irregular sound of your breathing after she slowly begins to ask you for more — hungry even when she's full fed.

she's building you up, taking her time since she dreamed about this a lot, and she desperately wants it to make it last, savor it as long as she can have it, so vi's dragging your shirt upwards, enough so she can see the obvious lack of a bra, latching on the skin of your breast until it's bruised and sensitive, purple because of her.

you do have a hidden tattoo, only for her to see.

yet it's her name on your swollen lips what she enjoys the most, how she's there in your lungs inside you, the sound of your moans when you ask if she could keep going. your always perfect hair lays now messy, and god she just want to imprint the sight of you in her brain, how your skin shiver when she's kissing the expanses of your belly, that flirty look on your face she can see even when she's completely on her knees for you already.

"you forgot about the joint again, peach" vi mutters against your navel, her chin presses against your stomach and the mere contact makes your skin burn "you okay up there? 'cause last time i recall i was invited to smoke with you love, you're making me feel a little betrayed here."

stoner!vi who likes the fact you're smoking from her weed. may seem stupid but she damn prides on knowing you choose her every time even when uni is fucking plagued with providers all around: you praise about her quality, chanting about how good your high was, how she never disappoints.

the world seems to stop against your skin, the time dies between your thighs, the intense smell of your arousal clouds her with longing and her mouth waters at the compulsion to lean forward.

"it's not fair, making me feel so- fuck so-" the words die on her tongue, cause your panties are soaked through, clinging to your folds and she's already drunk on it, lost in the haze as she looks up to you, barely illuminated by the lights in the apartment, the ember of the joint lighting every once in a while.

"talk to me," your voice is rough as your hand reaches down to her hair, taking the long strands of the mullet between your fingers — "how do i make you feel, huh? tell me vi."

stoner!vi who's a chaotic eater. she whimpers at your praises as her tongue laps from over your slick underwear, drool escaping from the corners of her mouth as her nose rubs against your sensitive cunt and she doesn't really care if she stinks like pussy after, if you're gushing all over her cheeks as she's making your underwear to the side; she's surrendering entirely, spreading you with her fingers and sinking her face in your puffy, swollen lips already sticky with a sheen of arousal.

she cannot seem to have enough, one arm tangled around your leg as she's comfortable enough to gather a good amount of saliva on her mouth so she can let it fall against your already leaky pussy, scooping it with her fingers to use it as lube when her digits are forcing themselves against your entrance, opening you up for her as vi's mouth sucks greedy around your clit.

so you forgot about the joint laying between your fingers as you hold her face against your sex, moving your hips against her mouth until she's looking at you through half lidded eyes and you can see how her face seems to glisten thanks to you. vi seems to be hitting all the nice places when her fingers scissors inside you, rubbing on your walls as you become pliant in her touch, inviting as you seem to suck her in deeper.

stoner!vi who pays attention, cause she's fixated in your face when you fall apart, dissolving into pleasure, splintering in lust for a brief moment she prolongs as much as it's possible, slowly pumping her fingers inside your tight entrance to keep seeing that pretty face all constricted in need, babbling about how good she's eating you, how full you are when her fingers fuck you dumb like that.

stoner!vi who shoves her fingers in your mouth right after fucking you, using her thumb to trace them along the seam at first, coaxing you to open them for her, pushing down on your tongue as soon as she's granted permission.

it's her turn to smoke now.

Chords of Desire ₊˚⊹♡

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sunday kalogeras x male reader

warnings: SMUT, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, aftercare, pretty sure that’s all so enjoy🎸

A/N: this is really long and dragged out, so i’m so sorry if it turns out really bad😭

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Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. We sat on the edge of my bed, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. I strummed the chords on my guitar, the melancholy melody filling the air.

Sunday's face was a picture of serene concentration, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. But it was a good kind of suffocation, the kind that made me feel alive. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself matching my rhythm to the gentle swell of her lungs.

As I played on, Sunday's hands rested on her knees, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, and I knew she was waiting for me to make a move. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. I knew I had to break the spell, but I didn't know how. Sunday's eyes seemed to hold the answer, but I was too afraid to look deeper.

I finished the song, my fingers lingering on the strings. Sunday's eyes never left mine, and I felt like she could see right through me. I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze from hers. The silence between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy.

Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "That was beautiful."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husky.

Sunday's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're really talented," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

I shrugged, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over me. "Thanks," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between us grew, stretching out like a living, breathing thing. I knew I had to break it, but I didn't know how.

Sunday shifted again, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

And then, without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. It was a simple touch, one that spoke of familiarity and comfort.

Sunday's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at me, her expression soft and dreamy. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us crackling like electricity.

But I didn't kiss her. Instead, I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, that I had to tread carefully around Sunday's heart.

"Thanks for listening," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sunday smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

As we sat there, the silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Sunday's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I didn't dare look at her. I was afraid of what I might see.

Instead, I focused on my guitar, my fingers absently strumming the strings. The music was soft and melancholy, a reflection of my mood. Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "You okay?"

I nodded, still not looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Sunday's voice was laced with concern. "You seem a little...off."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess."

Sunday didn't push the issue, but I could tell she didn't believe me. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us growing thicker.

Sunday leaned back against the bedframe, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her gaze, the gentle pressure of her leg against mine.

Sunday's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I could feel her relax, her body softening against mine.

For a moment, we just sat there, the only sound the soft hum of the guitar still clutched in my hand. Sunday's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.

And then, without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Sunday's forehead. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of friendship and affection. But as I pulled back, I saw something in Sunday's eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

It was a spark of attraction, a flicker of desire. And in that moment, I knew that everything had changed.

Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, the spark of attraction growing into a flame. I could feel the tension between us building, the air thickening with anticipation.

I set the guitar aside, my hands reaching out to cradle Sunday's face. Her skin was soft and warm, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.

Sunday's mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she deepened the kiss, her body melting into mine.

We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Sunday's eyes were dark and sultry, her lips swollen from our kiss. I could feel the desire radiating from her, calling to me like a siren's song.

I leaned in again, my lips tracing the curve of Sunday's neck. She shivered beneath me, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I could feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Sunday," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely audible.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunday's body arched into mine, her hands wrapping around my neck.

We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And then, without thinking, I reached down and grasped the hem of Sunday's shirt, pulling it up over her head.

The cool air hit her skin, causing her to gasp, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heat radiating between us. The faint light from the lamp illuminated her body, casting a soft glow that highlighted every curve, every slope. I couldn’t help but admire her for a moment, captivated by the way the light danced across her skin. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in this magic.

“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice low and gravelly with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. The truth hung between us like a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation.

Sunday’s breath came in soft bursts as she leaned into my touch, her eyes alive with mischief and desire. “Then do it.”

At her encouraging words, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I let my fingers trail down the sides of her body, exploring the contours I’d only dreamt of. I felt her shiver under my touch, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips. Each brush of my hand sent jolts of electricity through both of us, igniting the fire burning deep in my core.

With one swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning perfectly as I straddled the line between restraint and the reckless abandon that threatened to consume me. My lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, relishing in the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured against her skin, feeling her shudder at the sound of my voice. “You’re incredible, Sunday.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Please don’t stop.”

Emboldened by her words, I kissed my way back to her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss that spoke of our unspoken desires. Our mouths moved together, a perfect rhythm of passion and urgency. Every moment was laced with a need that had been longing to be unleashed, and now it felt like we were both losing ourselves in the heat of the moment.

As our kisses deepened, I could sense the shift in her energy—the playful antics were replaced with a gravity that held us together. I took my time, savoring every second as my hands roamed freely over her body. I teased the small of her back, drawing her closer still, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.

“Sunday,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my fingers tracing the silky fabric of her lace bra. She quivered at my touch, her breath hitching. “Can I…?”

“Please,” she breathed, her eyes wide with desire, urging me on.

With careful hands, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her, bare and beautiful, sent my heart racing. I reveled in her shyness, the way she blushed under my gaze, and yet, I could see the embers of confidence growing.

I dropped my head to her chest, my lips tasting her soft skin as my hands cupped her full breasts. Sunday moaned softly; the sound sent a thrill through me. I lavished attention on her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, my mouth capturing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as I listened to the symphony of her gasps and whimpers.

“More,” she encouraged, her hands desperately seeking out my body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the tension built between us, the world beyond my room faded completely. All that mattered was Sunday—her taste, her scent, the way her body molded perfectly against mine. With every touch, I was lost in her, weaving through the intimacy that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.

But as temptation surged, a sense of urgency ignited within me. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to lose myself in her warmth completely and allow the night to become ours.

With a swift motion, I pulled back, my eyes locking onto hers as I moved to fully undress her. There was a moment of hesitation, just a heartbeat, where uncertainty flickered in Sunday’s gaze. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, needing to know she was completely on board with this step.

She nodded, her voice steady and confident. “Yes. I want this… I want you.”

And that was all the reassurance I needed as I continued to explore her, my heart racing with excitement and maybe just a hint of fear of the intensity of the moment.

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I let the tips of my fingers loop around her sweatpants, pulling them completely off her and revealing a pair of delicate white lace panties.

"Can I take these off?" I asked shyly, looking up at her while my hands brushed the hem of her underwear.

"Yes please" Sunday uttered, a subtle shakiness in her voice.

I removed her panties with eagerness, just wanting to feel all of her close to me

"You're so beautiful." I told her, my eyes

never wandering from the up and down scan I did of her gorgeous body.

"Thank you." She said, looking down at my hands with anticipation as I drew them closer to hold her chin.

I encapsulated her soft lips in a kiss much deeper and rough than the previous ones, letting my tongue brush over her bottom lip as she let out a breathless moan. Our mouths clashed back and forth in discourse as my hands made their way down to her breaths, kneading and pinching them to get her worked up. As her breathing got heavier, she pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me with the most dilated pupils and pure desire in her eyes.

"Please fuck me." she uttered, surprising me with her abruptness.

I gripped her by her waist and flipped her on her back and positioned myself on top of her. “I’m gonna start off slow, okay?”, I said as i scan her body up and down.

“Okay, i need you to touch me, please.” Sunday whimpered as she looked into my eyes. I slowly kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft tender skin. The smell of her perfume lingered as I kissed down her body. “You smell so good..” I mumbled as I continued to kiss her, getting closer and closer to the stop i’ve been irking to taste since the first day we met.

“Spread your legs for me pretty girl.” She was a bit hesitant at first because she’d never done this before, but she slowly opened her legs revealing the wetness that was growing between her legs. I continued to kiss her inner thighs until got to her pretty pussy. I licked up and down trying to savor the sweet taste of her juices. “You taste amazing baby” I mumbled as i sucked or her delicate little clit and lap my tongue all over her.

Sunday couldn’t hear anything due to the amount of pleasure and lust she was feeling. As I went faster, her moans and whimpers got louder, she gripped my hair grinding against my fact. “Oh, god.. i’m-“ Her moans were cut off by me sliding and finger into her tight wet folds. “Fuuuuuuuk-“, she whined as i pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, god, i’m so close”, she muttered and panted. “Cum for me baby” I curled my finger inside of her as i picked up the pace. That pushed her over the edge and I feel her clenched on my finger. She moans loudly as I helped her ride out her orgasm.

“Please fuck me, I need it so bad” She says breathlessly as she comes down from her orgasm. I got up and positioned myself in between her legs and slowly easing my way in her. “You’re soooo tight baby..” I pushed my length all the way inside of her and I thrust into her slow and hard. I could feel Sunday dig into my back so i started to thrust faster. “Don’t stop, please i- im gonna c-“

I cut her off by pulling her into a deep and intimate kiss. I hold her legs up in the air and I hit a spot inside of her you never thought you would reach. “I’m cumminggggg!” Sunday screamed as her orgasm came quickly. I continued to pound into her until I come undone inside of her. I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed.

Sunday's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," I whispered.

Sunday's face curved into a gentle smile. "Hey."

When we both caught our breaths, I reached for the blanket, pulling it over us. Sunday snuggled deeper into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

As we lay there, I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands. Sunday's eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice low and gentle.

Sunday nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm perfect."

I smiled, holding her close. We drifted off into a peaceful silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts full.

After a while, Sunday stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. "I love you," she whispered.

My heart swelled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."

We lay there for a moment longer, our love wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Then, Sunday's eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.

I held her close, watching over her as she slept, my heart filled with love and adoration.

tags: @annieforuu @freshsturns

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ieatpussyfromtheback

2 months ago

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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ieatpussyfromtheback

9 months ago

H, S, Z w/ Angel Dust (fluff alphabet)

they dont know i have like. 6 different tabs with different wheels to determine what to write- fandom, characters, and if im doing the alphabets what prompts prompts: harsh, shh, zzz notes: reader is male but the post mostly focuses on angel cws: none

HARSH

the two of you dont get into true proper arguments all that often actually, but you do tend to have disagreements or butt heads

has a habit of keeping it going instead of trying to shut it down though this is more likely if the subject is sensitive

hes more likely to get into arguments with others than he is with you, especially if youre willing to work with him and find a way to draw out both of your feelings without things getting too heated

SHH

he likes having his privacy, and while he may sometimes tease you about you having secrets- its all lighthearted fun, he doesnt mind you keeping stuff to yourself

keeps a lot of his vulnerabilities close and inside, will not appreciate you trying to pry and pick him apart to get answers hes not ready to talk about

an average amount of privacy, you guys are comfortable with coming to one another with some things but still have your own things going on seperately

ZZZ

he has an entire night time routine that he does nearly every night before going to bed, so if youre waiting for him to crawl into bed to come cuddle you youre going to need to be patient

if hes not sleeping nude hes sleeping in one of those comfy robes, probably has a sleeping mask as well

doesnt move around that much in his sleep or make too much noise- perfect if youre a light sleeper

very soft and fuzzy... warm, too, kind of like snuggling into a blanket fresh from the dryer

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ieatpussyfromtheback

9 months ago

Gonna post my new story soon!!!