#keef bowls

[mitchy-bae]

[a-mayan-joy-has-nuts]

Yo @dokurtybitz2 @endawon @oldstonermom80 @pandorasboxx289 @zymsworldsblog mornin tokes yall☀️😁🌳🔥💨🤤😎👍🏽

[canineentity]

movie called "ohhhh lemme just relax, smoke a little, look at the stars and the mo- and there goes my entire grinder full of weed and somehow the keef container in the dirt. Guess I'll have to live with this" starring me not even 3 minutes ago

[firelordhotman]

*hugs you*

HUGS HUGS

[sunhaunted]

I love doing slightly reckless things

[swagging-back-to]

just took a hit sohard it had me crying and begging not 5o die

[hyvee]

Keef bowl

[plaguedbyvisions]

shoegaze haters have never listened to this shit with their pussy. it’s vibrating in there

[scare-ard--sleigh]

is it just me or is shanksy lookin a little ,,,, ,he' s uh he's lookig Good, right? ????

[kickmag]

Media Questions Of The Week

Will Usher have stripper poles included in his Super Bowl halftime show, and if so, will it cause outrage? 

[hubrisinnate]

Next weekend when I'm back at it I'm going to smoke up and just try to take so many pictures

[twistersobsessed]

this isn't much of a plot or anything but i cannot stop thinking about storm par crowding into a small diner somewhere after a long day and reader falling asleep on scott's shoulder

Tired | Scott x Reader

A/N: Jealous Scott! Kinda short, please leave more requests!

The diner was cute, quaint and filled with locals who stared at Storm Par as they filed into the establishment. You were behind Scott and in front of Javi, barely able to focus on keeping your feet in front of you.

Your group split in two, most Storm Par members filing into a six person booth, leaving you, Scott, and Javi a four person booth. Not really thinking, you sat next to Scott, too tired to abide by your usual nervousness around him. Javi sat across from the two of you.

“Are you okay?” You barely registered that Scott was talking to you.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m just really tired.”

“What the hell did you do last night?” Javi laughed.

Well, in fact, what you had done last night was smoke a bong with Boone, get violently too high, and throw your guts up for two hours as soon as you got back to your motel room. You bit your lip.

Javi had been half joking, but your silence raised both men’s suspicions. “Oh my god,” Javi chuckled. “What did you do?”

“Would you kill me if I said I was maybe smoking with the enemy?”

Javi cackled. “Which one of them?”

“Boone.”

You didn’t notice Scott stiffen beside you.

“Makes sense,” Javi smirked. “Dude screams stoner.”

“Yeah,” you groaned. “He had good shit. Too good. I got sick, didn’t sleep much.”

“He got you sick?” Again, you missed Scott’s tight, angry tone. Javi didn’t, raising a brow at his partner.

“It wasn’t his fault,” you defended Boone. “He loaded the bowl with keef and I’ve only smoked my pen for the last three months.”

Scott didn’t smoke, so he didn’t really understand, but Javi did, nodding. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

The waitress interrupted. “What can I get you guys?”

Scott ordered first, then you, who ordered nothing but a coffee, and finally Javi. Scott tried to circle back to your night with Boone but you shrugged him off, yawning.

You were quiet as he eventually fell into conversation with Javi. Everytime you blinked, your eyes remained closed a little longer each time. Scott and Javi’s low voices lulled you to sleep. You stopped understanding what they were talking about, eyelids drooping, head hanging to your side. You fell asleep over your coffee.

Right onto Scott’s shoulder.

He’d been mid-sentence when he felt weight on his shoulder, immediately pausing his statement. He glanced over to see your head, resting on his shoulder as you breathed shallowly.

Javi chuckled. “You were so worried about Boone, but look who’s shoulder she fell asleep on.”

Scott didn’t blush, but if he did he would have. “Whatever,” he grumbled. He slouched in his seat to lower his shoulder, making you more comfortable. You sighed and nuzzled into him. Javi smirked at the look on Scott’s face. “Shut up,” Scott snapped, but even he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

[swagging-back-to]

just took a hit sohard it had me crying and begging not 5o die

[bonercoaster]

Hungry Eyes

“Would you like to do the honors?” You question, your own eyes lazily meeting his intense ones. 

Joel silently answers, takes the blunt out of your hands, sparks it up, and takes a long drag. Keeping the smoke in his lungs, he puts one arm at the back of your neck, gently bringing you closer to him for a kiss. As your lips touch, he releases the smoke into your mouth and you inhale before kissing him greedily, pressing your tongue into his mouth, extracting a groan from his sweet lips.

WARNINGS: smut, kinda fluff, drug use/cannabis use, hot steamy chair sex, good girl, creampie, softdom joel, fingering, pet names, breast/nipple play, thigh worship, pre or post cordyceps outbreak idc you choose, writing this drove me insane

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warm yellow sunlight pools into the room through the open window, cool soothing breeze finds its way into the room disturbing the hypnotizing swirls of smoke surrounding you and your lover. 

The room is a small, humble office. A desk faces the window, small thin white curtains being swept every which way from the gentle wind disturbing them. A large comfy couch sits on the opposite end of the room. On the desk sits your grinder, rolling tray, and packs of thin cigars which you earlier cut open, gutted, stuffed with some good bud, extra keef, and expertly rolled. 

In the chair at the front of the desk sits the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on, dressed in only his boxers. And dressed in only a flimsy black slip, you are seated atop the beautiful man, facing him; your legs straddling him as you fidget with the blunt you just rolled, running your lighter along the length of the blunt, ensuring it is properly sealed and ready to be smoked. His eyes intensely focused on you, the way you rolled, the way your tongue gently licked the seams of the blunt, the way your fingers delicately pressed the seams together and molded it to your desired shape. Just watching you roll a blunt made him painfully hard. You feel his smoldering, hungry eyes on your body as you expertly finish rolling. The bowl (pipe) you just smoked lays forgotten on the corner of your desk, you wanted more, and Joel was happy to oblige, handing you the large jar of weed without question so you could roll up.  

“Would you like to do the honors?” You question, your own eyes lazily meeting his intense ones. 

Joel silently answers, takes the blunt out of your hands, sparks it up, and takes a long drag. Keeping the smoke in his lungs, he puts one arm at the back of your neck, gently bringing you closer to him for a kiss. As your lips touch, he releases the smoke into your mouth and you inhale before kissing him greedily, pressing your tongue into his mouth, extracting a groan from his sweet lips. You break away, taking a puff of your own, shotgunning it into his mouth as well. After passing the blunt to him, you lean forward and tangle your fingers into his curls, scratching at his scalp. He sighs, releasing the smoke from his lungs and closing his eyes at the pleasure of your nails gently scratching his scalp. When he opens his eyes it nearly takes your breath away, brown eyes turned golden from the sun’s rays. Hungry eyes, needy eyes. His golden orbs trace down your body, his hands following. His large strong hands, rough with calluses from years of hard work, trail down your body, making it respond against your will by erupting in goosebumps, your nipples going hard. Those strong hands gently roam your body, starting from your upper back, down to the small of your back,  lingering on your ass barely covered by the slip, until they firmly grab and knead at your thighs. Joel loves your thighs, he loves the way they move when you move, the powerful way they squeeze around his head when he’s devouring you, the way they break out into goosebumps when he teases you. Joel’s kneading at your thighs does just that, showing him how good he makes you feel, you let out a whine and grind your heat down into him. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Joel asks in a low voice, teasing you, knowing full well what has you whining and grinding into his lap. In response, you take the blunt and place it into the ashtray so you could roughly grab at his jaw, and kiss him enthusiastically, using your nails to scratch from his scalp, down his neck, to his chest. Joel’s arms wrap around your back, pulling your body as close to his as possible, trapping your hands against his chest while he pushes his tongue into your mouth, massaging itself against your own. As you kiss him, your body moves without your consent, grinding yourself into the hard member hidden underneath his boxers, the both of you releasing the lewdest noises. Your head is swimming with his scent, the feeling of his hands, the sound of your combined moans, the feeling of his tongue mingling with your own, and the feeling of his thick cock pressed up against your needy pussy through his boxers. 

Joel breaks away first, his right hand picking up the blunt: “take a drag baby, we ain’t finished yet.” You let him bring his hands up to your lips, feeding you the blunt and allowing you to take your puff, thrusting you further into that sweet light-headed euphoria. Joel takes a drag of the half-finished blunt himself, never releasing the smoke. Eyeing your breasts, he licks a trail from your cleavage to the most sensitive parts of your neck, the pleasure causing you to shiver and shake against your will, before he places his lips against yours, breathing the smoke into you again. “You’re so good at taking everything I give you, sweetness. You’re being such a good girl.”

The comment immediately makes you whine and grind into his hard cock, pressing your forehead against the crook of his neck, exhaling the contents of your lungs into him while he takes another drag. 

“Why don’t we take this cute little thing off, babygirl?” Joel lazily mumbles into your ear while tugging at your slip. “You’re not gonna need it, sweetness. Can you take it off for me baby?” You sit up to see those big brown eyes suddenly staring into yours with such an intensity you can’t even think to refuse him. Those eyes, those intense, sweet eyes were so powerful. If he looked at you like that and told you to quack like a fucking duck, you don’t think you’d be able to refuse him. You shift your body to sit up straight on your knees while he uses his strong arms to stabilize you, moving them up and down your body to grope at your ass, your thighs, and squeeze around your waist. Stretching your midsection to get the slip off and over your head. Joel lets out a breath at the sight of you. In awe, he says in almost a whisper “god damn, sweet girl.” before he pulls you back to sit down, straddling his lap. Joel gives you the blunt to smoke on while he begins rubbing and nuzzling his face against your bare breasts, leaving cute small kisses all over them. His stubble scrapes the skin of your breasts in the most erotic way and you take a drag of your blunt as he begins slowly sucking and biting on your chest, leaving small hickeys all over your breasts. Joel waits for you to exhale before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking, his tongue swirling, it’s making you dizzy and takes your breath away. When Joel begins to attend to your other breast. you cry out loudly without any regard for who might you hear outside your wide open window, and you feel him smile against your chest. “Please, baby please, I, fuck I “ You breath out, while his mouth and tongue work magic on your breasts, his hands kneading your ass. 

When he finally takes a break from torturing you with his tongue his rough voice snaps you out of your reverie: “Gimme some” Out of breath like you just ran a mile, you put the blunt to his lips, watching as he takes a drag, making intense eye contact with you as you begin to grind your heat against him. 

Joel looks you up and down, noting what a mess you’ve become for him. Blissed out, eyes fluttering closed, a whimpering mess with your current sole focus being the pursuit of that sweet pleasurable release and though he found that this may be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen, if you continued rubbing yourself all over him this way, he was going to cum too, and Joel had other plans. 

“What a sight you are…” he groans before grabbing your hips roughly and holding them still. “But you’re gonna stay still like a good girl, baby. Aren’t ya?” He grunts, panting into your ear, his breathless, sexy voice threatening to make you unravel right then and there. He snakes his hand down into your heat, inserting one finger inside of you, watching you, delighted at your high pitched mewl. “God, you’re so wet for me, honey.” He inserts another finger, curling them both inside of you, starting a rhythm that renders you incapable of being a good girl for him. No, your hips move of their own volition, your hands tangle in his hair, your legs begin to shake, and then something inside you snaps when he removes his soaked hand from your pussy to bring his soaked fingers to his lips. A loud moan escapes you as your first orgasm hits you like a train, your body shuddering, eyes squeezed shut, as waves of pleasure course through your body.  

Joel shifts underneath you, one hand freeing himself from his boxers and positioning himself against your aching pussy, using his strength he holds you up by the bottoms of your thighs, sinking you down onto him. His tip presses ever so slowly inside of you, a long drawn out groan coming from the both of you. Joel moves his hips into you torturously slow, knowing it always takes some time for you to adjust to his size, but the wait is agonizing, you just need him. You push down into him, his cock entering you halfway. Joel throws his head back, in a long moan, panting, and then you start moving. You hold his shoulder for support while you bounce on his cock, getting more and more full of him with each bounce. 

“Ugh, yes, ohh, ahh babygirl you’re fucking filthy.” Joel’s commentary brings you close to another climax before you feel him lift you, hands on your ass. Joel gets up off the chair, lifting you with him, his dick still inside of you while he lays you on the desk. Joel grabs your wrists and holds them together above your head with one hand while teasing your breasts with the other hand. With your back on the desk and your bottom hanging off, Joel begins pounding into you, hard and fast while his fingers pinch your left nipple and his mouth teases the other. It’s too much, you squeeze your eyes shut bracing yourself for another orgasm when he grunts out “No!... Look at me. I need your eyes on me babygirl.” You comply, opening your eyes and training them on his. And so Joel watches you as you swiftly unravel–mouth agape, eyes wide and trained on his face, pussy clenching around his dick. You feel him tense, his cock twitching and spilling inside of you as he finishes. Both of you stay still there just panting and catching your breath for a couple of seconds before you feel him take you into his arms and carry your limp body to the couch. Joel sits down with you laying on top of him, straddling him much like you were in the chair earlier. Joel gently rubs your back while you drift off peacefully for a midday nap. 

[norman-fucking-reedus]

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

YES YES YES YES YES FUCKING YES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[kiwidotcom]

keef bowls 🌿🌿🌿