#cigarette daydreams

[greenandsorrow]

To know you grew up. To know you have grown up and will continue growing up to be older than them, than him. It was comfortable knowing that the world might end at seventeen. But now you're older, older than that. Older than the comfort characters you thought you fit in with... It's a subtle, bittersweet ache in my chest. I'm happy, but also sad. I want to cry, but also laugh.

[macaronijail06]

Cigarette daydreams

[girlwbloodsugar]

Kristine Froseth as Alasca Young, Looking for Alasca (2019).

[clownjuicebox]

Cigarette Daydreams is WCI Sanlu's song IM BEING SO FR

Just listen to it again with that in mind 😜

Could be p! Or r! Doesn't matter

[gl4ukopis]

All that's left in the world by Erik J.Brown

"Suddenly everything feels so hopeless. But then I look at him; I hear his laugh, I see his smile, and the darkness melts away. Then I do have hope - even just for a little while - because I know that there is something in this world I can fight for. Something I will fight for if I have to."

[sc4rleteyez]

cigarette daydreams

Aziracrow, religious only boys school au! (prev. From Eden)

(i will keep updating this post when i have more stuff written on this au)

Crowley is “the bad boy”, “the outcast”, “the black sheep”. He doesn’t get along with anyone, and no one gets along with him. Other kids are scared of him, and the nuns and priests have given up on him. They don’t even try to bring him on to the “right path” anymore, they just look at him with disapproving eyes and try to avoid him as best as they can. He never attends his classes, but he always gets good grades somehow (gossip goes around that he made a pact with the devil.) He frequently sneaks out to buy alcohol, cigarettes, and other illegal substances from the town 15 minutes away.

Crowley’s love language is quality time, which is why when he finds out that Aziraphale is staying on campus on Christmas too, he spends all of the time he can hanging out with him. He invites him over to his dorm to watch movies, on his adventures to the nearby village, to play chess and to private piano concerts (AKA Crowley playing his feelings for Aziraphale).

Aziraphale loves God. He wakes up everyday exactly at 4:35 a.m. to go to the first morning mass and writes a letter to Him every night, thanking Him for everything he’s given him. He tries his hardest in his classes and rarely gets grades below A’s. He is every priest and nun’s favorite, and always tries his best to help everyone, which is why he is well liked and appreciated, but he’s never had a best friend.

Aziraphale’s love language is physical touch, which is why, once there is trust between them, he can’t seem to keep his hands off of Crowley. Small touches here and there when they’re playing chess, touching their thighs together when they’re watching a movie, putting his hand on his arm when he wants to point something out or just when walking together. He can’t get enough of him, and Crowley is more than happy to be touched.

[summerseden]

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[ineedibuprofen]

cigarette daydreams, cage the elephant // pinterest //@obsob // little women // girlhood, cecily parks // @deanwinchestersfloralwallpaper // // anti-curse, boygenius

[highttowers]

i just think that lipstick-stained cigarette butts.

[greenandsorrow]

[cosmiictangerin]

Cigarette, Daydream💤

[girlwbloodsugar]

Live Fast, Die Young.

[dvbkie099]

one - mysterious strangers

Seo Changbin x fem!oc

Tags: Gang!AU, TattooArtist!OC x GangMember!Changbin, smut, violence, drugs, swearing, death, characters are not morally good people

Minji didn’t expect much from sleeping with the hot muscle at her local bar. She left first, after all.

Changbin knows her face. She’s a regular of the bar that Hyunjin runs, loves a strong drink, and has some truly beautiful tattoos.

It should’ve been a one-time thing. That was until Minji inadvertently got herself caught in the middle of a gang war by somehow pissing off the wrong person.

| MASTERLIST

She smiled softly at the bartender as she took her normal seat at the bar farthest from the entrance. The Scarlet Lagoon was a hidden gem in Seoul, and since its opening a year ago, she had been a frequent customer.

"A Boulevardier?" The bartender said, with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Yes."

Flicking her hair over her bare shoulders, she gently played with the coaster on the polished wooden bar.

"Your drink."

The woman took the drink from the bartender with a smile, taking a sip of the drink. Across the room, a dark-haired well-built man was eying the woman. 

He knew her face. She was a regular here ever since it had opened, always ordered a Boulevardier, always sat at the same spot at the second bar, and was positively stunning. Her long black hair had blonde streaks going through the underside and was left down, covering a part of the backless aspect of the gold minidress she wore. The dress left her arms, back and most of her chest bare, and just barely passed her ass. The bareness left the beautiful ink covering her skin visible, and if he got closer he knew he'd be able to see the ink across her stomach and hips somewhat hidden by the not-quite-opaque dress.

"Are you going to keep staring at her for another night or what, Bin?" 

"Shut it Seungmin."

"Yeah but are, cause if not Hyunjin might make a move." 

Changbin eyed his other friend, who was chatting up one of the bartenders but keeping his eyes on the tattooed woman.

Downing the rest of his whiskey, he left Seungmin at their table and made his way over to the woman.

She saw him approaching, how could she not? She recognized him, having seen him in the bar multiple times, always at that same time with a specific group of guys. No one else sat at the table beside the six or seven men that included the one approaching him. He was the same height as her, but incredibly muscular and easily one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. He was dressed simply but well, in a crisp black dress shirt rolled up to the elbows with the first two buttons undone, and pressed black slacks.

"Alone?" Was the first word out of his mouth.

She bit back her grin slightly, tipping her drink at him. "Yes, you are not though."

"Correct. I just happened to notice that you never come here with anyone. Bit strange to always drink alone?"

"Monitoring my drinking habits are you?" She teased.

"Not like that-"

"I'm jesting." 

He grinned, and she gestured to the seat next to her with her heeled foot.

"Just wanted to introduce myself, one regular to another." 

"Well, pleased to make your accomplice." She smiled, "Are you going to give me your name?"

"Changbin. And you?"

"Minji."

There were not too many words after that, just looks and stray touches. He waited for her to finish her drink, before leading her to a stairwell and taking her up to a few floors. When he finally tugged her into a room and closed the door behind him, she pushed forward and attached her lips to his.

His hands were quick to grasp her waist, the warmth of his hands contrasting the cold metal of her dress and the lack of warmth coming from her exposed skin. Her hands wandered across the expanse of his chest and across his shoulders, as her lips coaxed him in further. One hand slip up her exposed back to splay out against her spin, as the other hand squeezed her waist.

Without much thought, he walked backwards toward the bed. Her dress rid up to her hips as she straddled his beefy thighs. 

"No underwear?" He breathed against her lips, as he felt up her bare ass. "How convenient."

"You expect me to wear underwear with a dress that's partially see-through? That's almost more revealing."

She punctuated her words with a swift roll of her hips against his pants, grinning in delight as she felt his cock harden beneath her. 

"Vixen."

"You seem to enjoy it."

He chuckled, pulling her into a searing kiss and squeezing her thighs. It was her turn to be cocky as she whimpered against him, one of her hands slipping into his shirt to feel the bare skin. She continued to enjoy his lips as her hands made swift work of his shirt, humming in satisfaction as she opened the shirt fully, her hands immediately going to his abs.

Her hips continued to swirl patterns on his lap, making him almost delirious with lust. He groaned, lips leaving hers to attach themselves to her jaw, kissing down her neck. She moaned as he left sloppy kisses against her collarbone, having no doubt that it would leave a mark after they were done.

She gripped onto shoulders, nails digging into the skin as one of his hands dipped in between her thighs, a sneaky finger swiping through her folds.

"You're so fucking wet." Changbin groaned as she rolled her hips against his hand.

"More~" She groaned, thighs clenching around his own.

"So demanding..." Changbin teased before nipping at her shoulder. "But of course."

A stream of whimpers left her mouth as the combined sensations of his thumb on her clit and the finger inside her curled against her soft walls.

"Close, baby~?" He hummed, pressing a kiss in between her breasts.

She hummed, "Yes~"

"Cum for me." He whispered right in her ear, sending her over the edge.

She gushed all over his fingers, letting out the prettiest of whimpers and moans in response as his fingers continued to move in and against her.

He retracted his fingers from within her, grinning at the whimper she let out. 

She grabbed him by the back of the neck into another searing kiss.

"Are you clean?" She asked, "Sorry, I should've asked earlier."

"I am. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm also on the pill." She said, "You good to continue?"

His flirty smirk returned, "Always."

She laughed, reaching down and very carefully pulling her dress over her head, making sure it didn't snag in her hair. She carefully let the very expensive dress fall to the floor, giving him a full look at her body.

There was a wordless rush to remove the rest of their clothing, his pants and shoes forming a pile while her heels and nipple covers joined the ground next to her dress. 

"Your tattoos are beautiful." He murmured as he hovered above her, a finger tracing the outline of the massive dragon covering the entire left side of her torso and down her thigh. "Know an artist?"

"I'm a tattoo artist, so yes." She hummed, fingers reaching up to trace the small tattoo of a playing card diamond on his inner bicep. "My mentor did most of them while I was apprenticing."

"That's really cool. I don't see many tattoo artists anymore in Seoul." He said, fingers wandering across other tattoos across her body. "Most have moved abroad."

"Competition does that. I've stuck around because no one has been able to edge me out." She smirked, hands wandering lower into more dangerous territory.

"Confident are you?"

"It's warranted."

"I suppose it is." He said, "But we can hold talk for another time."

One hand reached down and pulled her hands away from his cock before she could touch it, stroking himself as he stayed propped up over top of her.

"Mmm~ I agree." She said hands splayed against the sheets as her head sunk back into the plush pillows. "Go ahead."

"If you say so." He smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock against her folds.

She moaned softly, before letting out a loud whimper as he pushed in. 

"Fuck." He groaned as she clenched around him. "Relax, baby."

"Shit, you're so fucking thick-" She moaned, rolling her hips up as he pushed in further. Her hands shot forward, gripping his broad shoulders as he slid in. 

She had never felt so damn full in her life, and she had had more than one cock in her before. Her hips lifted up, legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing him gently.

"Jesus-" He groaned, "So fucking tight."

She whined, squeezing his shoulder. "Move, please."

He happily obliged her request, grinding his hips down into her before beginning to thrust slowly and deeply.

One hand slid up from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, gripping at the hair and pulling him down to her. He wholly accepted it as she greedily seized his lips, licking and nipping her lips. 

She moaned in delight into his mouth as he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusts, his thick cock burrowing into her deeper. 

"God-"

Her head thumped back against the pillows as endless moans slipped from her lips, her hips frantically rolling up into him, chasing the building high within her.

"Fuck, if you keep moving your hips like that I'm gonna cum." He moaned, burrowing his face in his shoulder.

"Cum-" She choked on a moan, "Fucking cum in me."

"Jesus Christ-" 

Their moans reached cacophonous levels as he spilled inside her, pressing into her as his hips stilled.

"Mmm~" She moaned, hips still moving. "Need-"

"I got you." He groaned, hand reaching down and skillfully playing with her clit.

It took her not but a moment later before she came all over his gradually softening cock, moaning loudly as her body screamed with pleasure. He whimpered from the overstimulation, gently pulling out of her and rolling to lay next to her. 

Her breathing settled, and she looked over next to her to see the man already passed out. Wordlessly, she got out of bed and draped a blanket over him. She grabbed her clothing from the floor and stepped into the attached bathroom in the room, quickly cleaning herself and making it look like she didn't just have one of the best fucks of her life. She pursed her lips at the large Hickie on her collarbone but continued dressing herself regardless.

The walk-out to her car was a blur, the bartender giving her a knowing wink as she paid her tab, and the man at the coat check staring right at the hickie as he handed her her coat.

When she stepped into the shower of her apartment, she washed off all other signs of her escapade. God, Changbin was fine and a fantastic fuck. But she probably wouldn't see him again.

Right?

[raggedy-albert]

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant is such a ralbert song it’s not ok. al is going through a rough time and race notices but doesn’t know what to do. al is spacing out all the time and starts snapping at people (“so sweet with a mean streak”). one night he goes out in the rain and race follows him. they both recall when they met as young newsies and how they became best friends. it’s raining hard and al is facing away from race. he finally confesses that he loves his best friend, him. he tries to walk away but race holds his hand and pulls him into a kiss. they’re both covered in rain and it’s the middle of the night. they both cry a little. it’s beautiful. (also race with his cigar daydreaming about al???)

[violetharmonwannabelol]

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