thinking of sharing a joint with dennis and him attempting to shotgun you. but he’s already high, mind cloudy, eyes tinged pink. with a permanent smile etched on his face. and every time he leans in close he can’t help but giggle and press a kiss to your lips without passing you the smoke properly.
continuously getting distracted by your low hazy eyes and the plush of your lips. unable to stop himself from setting his hands on your cheeks to pull you into him. when one kiss turns into two and two into three. the initial task having filtered out of the cracked window just like the thick smoke. overtaken by his need to lick into your mouth while simultaneously guiding himself on top of you.
tongues together passing saliva back and forth with a slow kind of eagerness. even so he still smiles against you, hips beginning to drag into yours— and you reciprocate. rolling up to meet him in a gentle intimate grind.
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Another prompt! This was for the @spnspeeddatingbang, the word was "smoke". I love drawing intimate little moments with them so shotgunning seemed appropriate (and also, shotgunning is hot)
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okayokayokayokay i REALLY wanted to write a holland march shotgunning fic so this is entirely self indulgent but i hope other people can also enjoy this!
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The dying heat from the day clung to your skin as beads of sweat while the sun was just dipping below the horizon. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath of the cooling air, letting the events of the past few hours be forgotten.
Before even two minutes had passed, you heard the soft shut of the front door followed by heavy footsteps against the wooden porch.
March.
‘Whatcha doing out here?’
He sat himself next to you, knees apart and elbows resting on them as he looked at you.
The hum that you let out as a response let him know that you just wanted to relax after the sweltering day that was just ending.
A rustle came from his pocket, followed by the familiar, quiet ‘click’.
You slightly opened your eyes to make sure you knew what was going on. Yep.
By the time the joint was lit and laying between his lips, you were now staring back at him, a relaxed smile playing on your own lips.
He took a deep drag, chest growing as he held it in before blowing a flume of smoke from the small gap in the side of his mouth.
Carefully, as if moving too fast would ruin this calm moment, he’d plucked the joint from his lips and placed it between yours, letting you take your hit.
The fiery orange glow imitated the feeling inside of your chest as the taste crawled down your throat.
Before you exhaled, eyes still locked, you removed it from your mouth, your hand resting on the porch slowly coming up to curl around his head, and you leant in.
Just as you were inches apart, you exhaled and broke your eye contact. You were now watching as his mouth breathed in the smoke and how his body slightly sagged as he felt it curl inside.
You ever-so-slightly tilted your head and removed the pathetic gap between the two of you.
You could feel his tired smile creep against your own, the smoke blowing from his nostrils, his hand moving to rest on your hip.
It stayed like that for a while - lips resting against each other, not even moving, just taking in the moment.
He tenderly pulled away, reclaiming the joint and taking another hit, slow and greedy.
Your greed wasn’t much better than his; once again, you leant in.
His cheek burnt hot against your palm and you tried to think when you’d seen him this relaxed in recent weeks.
Any answer to your question was pushed away by the intruding swirl of smoke pressing into your mouth. As you inhaled, the weed curling in the back of your throat, you let your hand trail down.
Down his cheek.
Down his neck.
Down his shoulder.
To his arm.
Your fingers tightened around the material of his overshirt before you pulled away, a weak cloud blowing away in the slight breeze.
The contact the two of you had felt like a live wire. A hand on a bicep. A hand on a waist.
It wasn’t enough for either of you.
Just as he leant in for another kiss, you lifted his arm up and guided the joint to your lips.
This time, you felt weightless. Your bodies slipped together, moving in slow tandem and just taking in the ease of the short time you had before someone came wanting something.
You could hear the soft whines climbing out of his throat each time you're separated and feel his calmed breath each time you returned.
The joint was long forgotten, whatever was left burning away in the grass next to your feet.
Pulling back for a few seconds, your glassy eyes searched his matching ones. You both sported smiles reaching up to your cheeks.
The seconds apart had seemingly been too long for Holland since he brashly closed the gap once again. His hands clutched your sides and tenderly rubbed up and down.
Xiang Fei getting reverse transmigrated and immediately rushing to purchase something he's missed since he transmigrated: A vape
He loves any vape in blue flavor. Blueberry, blackberry, blue razzberry, ice whatever the fuck, hes been known to snatch up a cotton candy when the mood arises
But when he comes back, with no king, he reaches for a blue cart with a strong mint hit that reminded him of the frosty winds of the north in his lungs.
He misses him. Hes pleased to have a vape, but that could never compare to Mobei-Jun
And then Mobei-Jun comes after him. Can be like the extras. Can be some other way. Either way, he comes for him. They reunite. Maybe kiss sloppy style.
Xiang Fei says hes going to step out to vape if Mobei-Jun wants to join him. Mobei-Jun doesn't have any idea what vaping is, but he joins him while observing and asking about it.
"It's like smoking a pipe, here you give it a shot." He holds it out to Mobei-Jun with a smile, and Mobei-Jun takes it curiously and inhales. Before immediately hacking his lungs out because he wasn't prepared for the vape feeling or the mint holy shit the mint surprises him.
Xiang Fei is frantically checking on Mobei-Jun, apologizing over and over, but his king recovers
Its a bit before Xiang Fei gets a big smirk on his face.
"You know, my king, there is a way to ease people into these kinds of things. Would you like to try it? It's called shotgunning."
"Shot-gun-ing?" Mobei-Jun questions but nods curiously in agreement as he leans down as Xiang Fei gestured
Xiang Fei takes a big rip off of his vape and captures Mobei-Juns lips into a smooch, easing smoke into him and leaving Mobei-Jun maybe just a little bit light headed (from the kisses and from the nicotine)
