Hey, I just discovered your profile, and I think I'm in heaven, can I request please p1/p2 dude (preferably p2) with a hippie reader? Can be sfw/nsfw whatever you're more comfortable with writing, like imagine just smoking weed with him or something to do with health pipe and things get heated and all idk
Pretty please with a cherry on top? I love your work ♥️
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♡ I Just Wanna Get High With My Lover ○•°♡
Pairings: P2 (Postal Dude) x !fem hippie reader
⚠Warnings: 18+, MDNI, suggestive, horny, mentions of weed, health pipes (if u know u know), unprotected sex (be responsible and be careful), P in V, blowjob, sex while being high, consensual, fluff, swearing (not much), and explicit details.
This fiction is meant for an older audience. No minors pls, nor interact with my blog since there's 18+ content.
Viewer discretion is VERY HEAVILY advised.
Word count:1.9k
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Uncle Dave hosted a party, my friends who were part of…the cult? Invited me to join them at the party. They were in charge of being with him, well…they were his prostitutes? Or as how they called themselves loyal followers. I would shrug it off every time, as if trying to forget what my friends did. Despite me not liking what they did, I respected their choices, they were good people. I mean they took their time to present me with Uncle Dave's friends, the ones they considered hot at least.
My friends were trying to help me get a boyfriend or laid. Probably both. Judging by how quick some men approached me at times. However not all the time it worked. Some of them didn't enjoy many things about me, and that's okay. I didn't like them back either. Since most of them were either cocky or didn't make me feel confident about them. Even if I got high, I didn't even get close to them.
So my friends started to give up. They invited me to enjoy the atmosphere and the music. After all, Uncle Dave had a good ear when it came to music.
Though, my focus changed towards a room. Where some guitar solos were heard. I went towards that room and opened the door, and there was a tall ginger with short hair and a long goatee.
“Hey, my room is off limits, girl.”
His deep voice makes me feel off guard. “Uhm, sorry about that.”
He sighs and stands up. Locking the door behind him and moving some stuff away from his bed. “Let me guess, you are the friend of Uncle Dave's golden girls?”
I tilt my head in confusion to him closing the door. “ Yeah. Uhm, why did you close the door?”
“Can't let more people in to shield themselves from some people. You could be an exception though.”
I sigh in relief while I sit down on his bed. “Thanks…uhh…?”
He laughed while he picked up his guitar. “Name's Postal Dude. Pleased to meet you.”
I guess he didn't need an introduction about me. Judging by how much we talked, he knew many things about me all because of my friends and Uncle Dave. Until he finally got to know me.
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Every week we got to hangout with each other once. After all, we did have busy moments, so we agreed to see each other once a week. No stress, no worries, and we got to enjoy Uncle Dave's parties. Everything went smoothly between us. Of course we did this for some months. We wanted to know about each other fully and enjoy our time as friends.
We didn't cross the lines, we just enjoyed each other's company. We even planned how we were gonna enjoy our hang out, or where to go. We ended up planning something way different. Both of us loved pot and those health pipes. So, why not watch a movie while being high? Of course under the condition of being locked in his bedroom. So we avoid going out in case we get too high.
It's not like things could end up horned up. Especially when he doesn't seem like he loves me in a romantic approach.
“Okay, I stocked up on toilet paper for my bathroom. Oh, I had to move your suitcase towards my closet so we don't trip with it.” Postal Dude said while going through the list of finished errands for the plan to go nicely.
I started to take the health pipes out, and the weed. We managed to get some from Uncle Dave's farm, and called it a day. It was a little but enough for us two. We even had some snacks, refreshments, and some ice cream buckets in his tiny fridge.
“I think we have everything.” I say with a proud tone.
After all… planning these ended up with changes of plans. He locks the door and sits next to me on his floor. Both of us enjoyed the cold floor. He even took off his duster and threw it aside. Leaving him in an alien T-shirt. He handed me the health pipe.
“Let's get the fun started. Who knows what could happen though.” Postal Dude chuckles.
I rolled my eyes playfully and pinched his cheeks playfully. “Pffft, I doubt we would get to confess about certain things.”
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We were with at least …10 hits in. Both weed and the health pipes. It was a mix but it did feel awesome. I felt like I was on cloud nine. The movie only got funny by how it looked when high. He was in the same situation as me. For some reason we would find the characters to be oddly funny. So when we got bored we changed the channel.
We ended up seeing a really strange movie. Both of us invested in whatever the story was. Not expecting much from the movie. Yet…the movie had unnecessary stunts. His eyes were fixated on them more than I was. The only thing that caught my attention were the random colors moving for some reason.
He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Then, he came back with a sorta worried expression, so he took a huge hit off the pipe. My focus remained on him as I casually dragged some big hits from my weed cigar. The clouds of smoke are forming, sorta making a warm atmosphere. Though…
“Fuck, fuck…How are we going to relax?!HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO ENJOY OUT VACATIONS WITH LOTS OF PROBLEMS…oh?” The actor on the TV exclaimed. While the actress that was playing the actor's friend lowered on her knees.
“Dude…I think I'm tripping balls or something.” I say while blinking in a slow way.
Postal Dude raised an eyebrow and looked at the TV. The woman is already giving the man a blowjob. “No, you are not. I guess we picked a porno…instead of a comedy movie.”
He tensed up while keeping an eye on the scene. Looking at me with a strange look. “Uh…? Respectfully…why are your tits out?”
I turned red while I covered myself. Unaware that I was exposing myself. Postal Dude grabbed a blanket and placed it on his lap.
“No way…” I said with a look of disbelief, when seeing him do that.
“Oh, yeah definitely. That turned me on… doesn't make things easier when I have feelings for you as the cherry on top you know?” Postal Dude's tone shifted to a husky one, it was also raspy as if almost whining.
I look at him with disbelief again. “You? In love with me?”
“If you don't believe me at all because, I'm hella high…let my actions speak for me.”
He reached for my hands and placed them on his erection. “This is what happens everyday I get to hangout with you. After day one.”
“I didn't believe in that ‘love at first sight’ bullshit. And here I am, rock hard for the woman I saw entering my room.” Postal Dude stops gripping my hands letting them free on his throbbing bulge.
His eyes held an intense eye contact with mine. Toying with his goatee. “Yet again, the choice is yours. I know how those look…they are cute. Respectfully tho. And if you don't believe me…you can say you have a lie detector under your hands.”
I gasped at his words. They were vulgar, something I didn't expect from him. Yeah, he was vulgar at times, but not with me. I couldn't believe how this man looked so sexy each time he spoke. No. It's not the effects of the weed or the health pipes. This is real, I wasn't hallucinating or making delusions about how sexy he was. Does every day have a meaning?
“...okay…again.” I moved one hand away from his crotch.
Postal Dude tilted his head. “Hmm?”
I lifted my shirt as my tits got exposed again. His eyes are growing wide, biting his lip, breathing, getting hitched, along with…
“Oh, mommy…wouldn't I make you my wife right at this moment.” The throbbing of his cock intensified on my other hand.
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We both took the last hits and forgot about the pipes and cigars. His hands on my breasts and my hands on his pectorals. Both of us…looked like those movies of two friends exploring each other with fascination. Postal Dude couldn't believe that he was touching me. Neither could I. We even pinched each other to see if we were dreaming.
“This is way better than watching that movie.” I say with a wide smile.
Postal Dude had a dreamy look, while he fondled my breasts. “Way better, and we also get to do this rather than watch it.”
We laughed as our hands wandered low on each other's bodies. Following his happy trail until my hands land on his belt.
“Take it off, my cock needs air after all.” Postal Dude slipped his hands inside my jeans.
He didn't have to ask twice. I unbuckled the buckle and took his belt off. Lowered his fly and took his cock out. Making him gasp at the sudden cool air on his hot flesh. He was amazed at how big he got. As he kept his intrusive exploration of my pussy. He got even bigger with each throb.
“You know this feels nice. I like how we explore each other.” Postal Dude gasped.
“But…I want to…you know, stick it in.”
I looked at him and kissed his lips passionately. “Yes, please. “
Postal Dude’s face lit up and took the rest of his clothes off. So did I, with no hesitation he lifted me from the side I was sitting on, and sat me on his cock. We both gasped at the sensation, even if it wasn’t in…he looked like he wanted to tease us by feeling each other. Quite cruel, when we were so horned up.
“Let’s see who gives up!” Postal Dude smirks.
I smiled at him back and played with his loose strands of hair. “You will be first.”
Postal Dude flinched as he sighs. “Yeah, I already did.”
Postal Dude slid his cock inside me. No hesitation by how rough it was. He started to buck his hips upwards. Making me feel like I could reach the stars by how good he was thrusting. With a gasp here and there. He increased the speed, hands exploring my tits, and passionate kisses. It felt odd to experience this side of him, usually he looked like didn't like the idea of being passionate but a rough person. I mean he did start off as rough with his pounding, until he noticed my face contorting slightly. That's when he slowed down.
“Honey, I'm going to bust deep inside you.” Postal Dude whispered into my ear with a seductive and sorta drunk-like tone.
“Me too, I don't think I will last longer either.” My eyes fixated on him.
“Well, let's come together then.” Postal Dude kissed me again as he thrust balls deep. Making us orgasm at the same time.
It felt oddly satisfying, but it did feel nice to come at the same time. We both slump from the intensity of our orgasms. Playing with each other's hairs with drunken smiles. We looked like fools, fools that will marry one day.
“Say, may we do this again tomorrow?” He asked with a mischievous smile.
I pushed his face gently and slowly. “I can't believe what you are saying.”
Postal Dude scoffs, and puts his glasses on my face. “I just wanna get high with my lover. Is there anything wrong with that?”
He teases, moving his hips to tease me further. “Okay…okay… but what if it's everyday instead?”
Postal Dude tensed and gasped. “Oh, yeahhh. Way better if you ask me.”
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