hcs on dina teaching you how to smoke a joint/blunt for the first time pls? 🙇🏽♀️
Omg the way i was low key already writing a fic for this (dw I'll post that too).
But seriously Dina teaching you how to smoke a joint? Literally (s)creaming!!
warnings: 18+ lesbian fanfiction Men and Minors DNI!!! drug use, making out, author has never smoked before, friends to lovers because I say so;;
I do not own Dina or anything associated with TLOU.
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Dina is definitely a stoner. She might not smoke all the time, but she loves the feeling of being high, especially with someone else.
She's always wanted to smoke with you but never wanted to pressure you. She didn't even think you did smoke, and you didn't, but when she sits in her bed at night, a joint between her lips, her mind always wanders to you.
The pretty girl she had a crush on. She imagined all the things she could do with you if she knew you liked her back. Sharing a joint was definitely at the top of the list.
You knew Dina smoked. Sometimes when you would see her and give her the usual hug, you could smell it in her clothes as well as the natural scent she already had, mix of her sweat, shampoo, campfire somehow. Honestly, even though weed smells funny, when it was on Dina.. it turned you on.
When you finally ask her about it, she's extremely surprised by your boldness. You were so innocent, but she didn't try to hide the fact she smoked, so of course your curiosity would get the best of you.
"Hey Dina, you smoke right?"
Dina raised an eyebrow at your question but nodded, her playful smile spreading on her face. "Yeah. Why, you wanna try it?" She teased, only to chuckle at the way you nodded shyly.
You were just so cute, innocently asking her to smoke like that. You were nervous, but how could you not trust Dina?
"Okay, I'll show you."
Ugh the way she has you sit next to her on the bed, lighting the joint and then offering it to you. "You wanna go first?" You had decided to share it since it was your first time, finishing one by yourself was so intimidating :((
You would shake your head. "No, i need to see how you do it first!"
And oh my god the way she lifts the joint and puts it between her pretty lips, inhaling the smoke and then blowing it out skillfully.
She puts it between your fingers and moves closer, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "Put it slightly in your mouth, and then take a deep breath. Don't try to hold the smoke, just breath it out, okay honey?"
Of course you cough after your first hit and she rubs your back soothingly, taking it back from you and taking another hit herself.
She hands it back and when she watches you take your second hit, she's kissing your cheek, murmuring praise to you.
"That's it. You're doing so good, honey. Taking it so well.."
And maybe it's because smoking is so easy or Dina is just a great teacher, but you're a natural and pretty soon you start to feel the high.
At first you were scared out of your mind, so worried about being caught. Physically you felt calm but your mind was stressing. Of course Dina was there to reassure you lovingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's just you and me, okay? You're alright, I'm here."
Low key so hot how experienced she is protecting you during your first high.
You're cuddled against Dina's chest, the blunt almost down the butt. At some point she took her hair out and she's so fucking sexy with it down. She's rubbing your arm, occasionally sneaking a hand down to rub your side under your shirt.
You don't care, just so happy that Dina is getting you high for the first time and showing you affection.
She loves to watch you smoke off the blunt and will never stop praising you about it.
"You're a natural, look at you. Mhm, my love, just like that, take it all in."
It's just so perfect, finally being this way with Dina, the feeling of your first high. You're feeling so fuzzy and warm, and you can't stop giggling.
"You feel good, sweetie?"
"Mhm. Feel so... Feels so nice, Dina."
"Perfect. I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself, pretty girl."
At some point, the butt of the joint is tossed on her nightstand as the light touches turn into you straddling her lap, pulling her in for a hungry kiss. You waste no time licking at her lips and she accepts, letting your tongues slide together, drool running down from the corners of your mouth.
All the love and passion you've held in comes out as you kiss across her jaw and down her neck, nipping and suckling at her skin. She's going to have to cover so many marks in the morning but she doesn't care.
She's never felt so good, holding you closer by your waist. Groans of pleasure leaving her lips.
The both of you high as kites, hot and bothered, grinding against each other. Your lips barely leave each other except to moan out each other's names.
Your high is so messy, your chin covered in drool, lips puffy and swollen, your eyes half-lidded and red. Its like nothing else is happening besides you and Dina.
And she's loving seeing you like this, wondering why, in her spaced-out state, why you didn't ask sooner. You look so fucking adorable experiencing your first joint. She's kissing your neck when you pull away for air, her hands roaming under your shirt.
As the heat starts to fade, you're both laying in Dina's bed, just enjoying each other's company. The sleepy ness starts to set in and you're already dozing off as she's stroking your cheek.
"I love you," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
She had such a wonderful time with you, she almost couldn't believe it was real. She pressed a small kiss to your puffy lips, watching your eyes clothes and your breathing slow.
And after that, it's def not the last time you're gonna smoke with her<;33
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The next morning you felt completely fine, the marijuana out of your system. You were groggy nonetheless, sitting up in Dina's bed. You remembered everything that happened, looking around her now sunshine-lit room.
At some point last night you decide your pants were entirely too hot and they lay on discarded on the floor. You were about to stand up and find her when she opened the door, carrying in two cups of coffee.
She handed one to you, taking in the way you sat in her sheets, your panties visible and your hair a mess. "Well, good morning beautiful. I figured you might feel a little drowsy so I brought something for you."
Sitting next to you she holds you as you both sip the coffee.
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a/n: I hope this was what you wanted you were my first ask ever so I'm sorry if I disappointed .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. sorry i got a little carried away I just love Dina so much. Also i hope this was somewhat accurate I've literally never smoked in my life (´ . .̫ . `)
i am so upset I worked so hard this past year to gain weight and get to a healthy number just to lose it all not once but TWICE. I had gotten real sick 5 months ago and lost it all and gained it back over time and NOW im right back down to where I started because I got sick again :( can barely even get out of bed in fear of falling over and cant even stand long enough to shower what am I supposed to do
hey shawties im so sorry life has been bending me over fucking me raw in the ass these past few weeks :(( but dont worry part 2 of i hate you is in production aaaannndd I have something special for you all coming up after that!! again sorry for the long wait but I havent forgot !! it'll be up soon 😊
i hate when straight girls start trying to get all up close n personal with me, calling me babe, pookie, etc, tryna hold hands n shit ONLY AFTER finding out im a lesbian. idk how to describe it but it feels really disrespectful
cw: mean!perv!ellie x fem!reader, canon universe, not proofread, slight angst, masturbation (ellie), stalking (kinda? if you squint) creep behavior from ellie
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it's a peaceful day. the gentle quiet is only interrupted by birdsong and the rustling of trees and bushes as the wind blows gently over jackson.
you sit alone in the soil, tending to your herbs. it wasn't much, just some rosemary and basil because it's all you could grow.
fortunately, it wasn't so hot outside thanks to the cool breeze. there you sat criss-cross in the dirt, shears in hand, trimming the new growth of your basil plant so it could keep thriving.
every now and then you'd wipe your hands on your jeans, getting dirt all over you. but you didn't care.
your sunhat hung low over your eyes, so all you could see were the plants below you.
you didn't even notice her approaching.
you were so hyperfocused on your plants that you didn't even hear her footsteps as she walked up the stone pathway to your front yard.
it wasn't until you saw her silhouette on the ground, effectively blocking your sunlight, that you looked up.
Ellie.
startled, your shoulders tense and you drop your shears.
"uh, Dina sent these," she mumbled.
in her hands, she held a white plastic tub, about the size of a shoebox. whatever was in there must have been a little heavy, because you couldn't help but notice the veins rising along her arms as her muscles flexed ever so slightly...
and the way her tank top hugged her just right...
the way her short auburn hair shone in the sunlight...
and...
No.
you snapped yourself out of it. "as if," you thought to yourself. no way you'd let someone as insolent as ellie hit. [besides, you wanted your first time to be special.]
you wipe your dirty hands on your jeans again, and lift yourself off the ground before removing your hat before squinting a little as the sunlight finally hits your eyes.
"what is that?" you ask, wiping the dirt off your face with the back of your hand.
she just shrugged and looked at you like you were stupid. she always had an attitude. the fuck was her problem?
raising a brow and mirroring her expression, you stare at her. you locked eyes for a painful second before you wearily sigh through your nose. you didn't have time for this.
"my hands are dirty. just bring it in the house," you say flatly, before walking past her and around to the front of your house with ellie right behind you.
before you unlock your door, you wipe your shoes on your old, faded doormat and set your shears down on the small patio table on your porch. ellie just silently stood behind you, box in hand. you could just feel her eyes burning in the back of your head.
you fumbled with the lock and key for a few seconds, eliciting an obnoxious sigh from ellie.
irritated, she grunted, "dude, could you be any fucking slower?" but you don't respond, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of upsetting you.
finally, the key enters the lock and you open the door. you don't say anything until ellie reaches the threshold.
"uh-uh," you stop her, holding your hand out to block her from entering. "wipe your feet, your shoes are dirty."
ellie rolls her eyes dramatically. and lets out an exaggerated scoff. she awkwardly drags her dirty dusty beat up ass converse along the doormat a few times before trudging through the door right past you, not even bothering to say 'excuse me.'
what a prick.
"where d'you want this?" she asked flatly as you shut the door.
you silently point the wooden dining table in your kitchen before hanging your hat up on the coatrack, and beginning to take your boots off.
ellie drops the box on the table with a thud before releasing a deep sigh and plopping down in one of the cushioned chairs and leaning into the back of it, manspreading and resting her elbows on the armrest, taking up as much space as she wanted. as you were removing your shoes, you glanced at her---well, her crotch, a few times.
you swore you weren't attracted to her, but sometimes you just couldn't deny that she looked so damn good, and that bothered you.
you had knotted one of your shoelaces too tight again and was struggling to untie it. as you worked to undo the knots, you thought:
"why does it have to be like this? if she wasn't so mean, maybe she and I could-"
"I don't got all day."
you lost your train of thought as Ellie's spiteful remark snapped you out of your head. you glanced up at her, making eye contact before she looked you up and down, studying you. if you didn't know any better you'd think she might have been checking you out.
wishful thinking.
you slid your boots off and strode over to the table, where you stood across from ellie. you pulled the box closer to you before asking, "what are you still doing here?"
Ellie raised a brow and turned her full body to face you, before flatly replying, "it's Dina's box. take your shit out so I can get out of here and return it to her."
you said nothing. you never clapped back at her when she was like this. everytime she'd raise her voice or be rude, you just took it, figuring maybe she just had a bad day, or was going through something.
but she was like this all the time. from the moment Dina and Jesse introduced you two, it's like Ellie didn't even try to get to know you.
you nod your head silently opening the box. it was full of bread rolls Dina had made.
"aww..." you say to yourself quietly before taking them out one by one. you then slide the box back over to Ellie, who swiped a roll from your hand and quickly took a bite before you even realized what she had done.
"wha- hey!" you exclaim. "those are mine!"
Ellie grabs the box and holds it under her arm. as she turned to leave, she irritatedly remarked "oh, shut the hell up. she gave you like twenty."
she slammed the door as she left, causing you to huff and puff. then, you sit down in the chair opposite of where Ellie sat, as tears stream down your face.
"why doesn't she like me?," you thought.
"...did I do something wrong?"
you cried as you ruminated over your feelings for her.
"...maybe I should just give up..."
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as soon as Ellie slammed the door, she glided down your porch steps and scurried directly to her garage, not even bothering to drop the box off at Dina's house.
as she made the journey to her place, her expression slowly morphed from neutrality, to disgust, then finally, to desire.
from the moment she approached you in your garden, she only had two things on her mind. first, how much she just couldn't stand you.
there was no particular reason. it's not like you were annoying, or too nice or anything like that. in fact, you were pretty normal. a nice girl, everyone liked you, you did your share in the community. Ellie didn't even know what it was about you that caused her blood to boil under her skin.
but the other thought on her mind was how you'd look ass up on her bed, hands cuffed as she'd bury her fingers deep in your cunt while harshly sucking on your sensitive clit until it's red and swollen.
she wondered how you'd sound. how loud you'd moan, wondered if you were the type to talk dirty or just cry out in pleasure. oh, how she desperately needed to hear you scream her name.
she wondered how you'd look underneath your baggy t-shirts and dirty jeans. she'd wonder how many scars you had and if you had any birthmarks.
she'd stare at your ass when you wore shorts, longing to knead the plump flesh with her own calloused hands. she would steal glances at your boobs in the summertime when you wore tank tops, in awe of how they'd press together when you folded your arms or leaned over a table.
she'd stare at your pretty face from afar, studying every freckle, mark, and line. how your eyes would crinkle up when you'd smile, how your jaw would tighten when you were focused. she loved and hated to hear you laugh. she wanted nothing more in the world to watch you crumble beneath her.
the closer she got to her garage, the faster the walked. the pulsing feeling between her legs became unbearable, and by the time she reached her door, the seat of her boxers were soaking wet.
as soon as she shut the door behind her, she dropped the box on the floor and stumbled over to her bed, fumbling with the button and zipper of her jeans.
"f-fuck..." she was overwhelmed by just being around you. she nearly tripped over herself as she kicked her pants to the side and laid back onto her bed, wasting no time shoving her hands down her boxers and vigorously fucking herself to the memory of your sad, pathetic little face from earlier.
"nngh....s- so fucking..." her deep grunts slowly turned into higher pitched whimpers, and she clumsily reached behind her head and under her pillow to pull out a photo of you.
it was from a year ago, a picture she had stolen off of your wall. it's not like you'd miss it anyway.
it was of you crouched in the grass, while looking up at the camera with the sweetest smile on your face. nothing special.
ellie gripped the photo so tightly that it almost ripped. she stared at you, so overwhelmed with disgust, longing, lust, and hatred that she nearly began to cry.
"s-stupid...ah!...dumb f-fucking bitch..."
she cursed your name between moans. as she pumped in and out of herself, she imagined it was your walls that clamped around her fingers.
"ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou, " she mumbled incoherently as she got closer and closer.
her strokes got more sloppy and her breathing became erratic. she turned over and buried her face in her pillow as she came all over her sheets, crying softly as she clutched your photo to her chest.
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imagine having a little crush on ellie but she's always either super rude to you or ignores you whenever you try to interact with her so you just give up trying.
but little do you know...
behind closed doors, she's frantically pumping her fingers in and out of her own sopping wet pussy while lecherously staring at an old Polaroid of you she keeps in her bedside drawer. and the picture is sticky when she's done 😭
cw: mean!perv!ellie x fem!reader, canon universe, not proofread, slight angst, masturbation (ellie), stalking (kinda? if you squint) creep behavior from ellie
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it's a peaceful day. the gentle quiet is only interrupted by birdsong and the rustling of trees and bushes as the wind blows gently over jackson.
you sit alone in the soil, tending to your herbs. it wasn't much, just some rosemary and basil because it's all you could grow.
fortunately, it wasn't so hot outside thanks to the cool breeze. there you sat criss-cross in the dirt, shears in hand, trimming the new growth of your basil plant so it could keep thriving.
every now and then you'd wipe your hands on your jeans, getting dirt all over you. but you didn't care.
your sunhat hung low over your eyes, so all you could see were the plants below you.
you didn't even notice her approaching.
you were so hyperfocused on your plants that you didn't even hear her footsteps as she walked up the stone pathway to your front yard.
it wasn't until you saw her silhouette on the ground, effectively blocking your sunlight, that you looked up.
Ellie.
startled, your shoulders tense and you drop your shears.
"uh, Dina sent these," she mumbled.
in her hands, she held a white plastic tub, about the size of a shoebox. whatever was in there must have been a little heavy, because you couldn't help but notice the veins rising along her arms as her muscles flexed ever so slightly...
and the way her tank top hugged her just right...
the way her short auburn hair shone in the sunlight...
and...
No.
you snapped yourself out of it. "as if," you thought to yourself. no way you'd let someone as insolent as ellie hit. [besides, you wanted your first time to be special.]
you wipe your dirty hands on your jeans again, and lift yourself off the ground before removing your hat before squinting a little as the sunlight finally hits your eyes.
"what is that?" you ask, wiping the dirt off your face with the back of your hand.
she just shrugged and looked at you like you were stupid. she always had an attitude. the fuck was her problem?
raising a brow and mirroring her expression, you stare at her. you locked eyes for a painful second before you wearily sigh through your nose. you didn't have time for this.
"my hands are dirty. just bring it in the house," you say flatly, before walking past her and around to the front of your house with ellie right behind you.
before you unlock your door, you wipe your shoes on your old, faded doormat and set your shears down on the small patio table on your porch. ellie just silently stood behind you, box in hand. you could just feel her eyes burning in the back of your head.
you fumbled with the lock and key for a few seconds, eliciting an obnoxious sigh from ellie.
irritated, she grunted, "dude, could you be any fucking slower?" but you don't respond, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of upsetting you.
finally, the key enters the lock and you open the door. you don't say anything until ellie reaches the threshold.
"uh-uh," you stop her, holding your hand out to block her from entering. "wipe your feet, your shoes are dirty."
ellie rolls her eyes dramatically. and lets out an exaggerated scoff. she awkwardly drags her dirty dusty beat up ass converse along the doormat a few times before trudging through the door right past you, not even bothering to say 'excuse me.'
what a prick.
"where d'you want this?" she asked flatly as you shut the door.
you silently point the wooden dining table in your kitchen before hanging your hat up on the coatrack, and beginning to take your boots off.
ellie drops the box on the table with a thud before releasing a deep sigh and plopping down in one of the cushioned chairs and leaning into the back of it, manspreading and resting her elbows on the armrest, taking up as much space as she wanted. as you were removing your shoes, you glanced at her---well, her crotch, a few times.
you swore you weren't attracted to her, but sometimes you just couldn't deny that she looked so damn good, and that bothered you.
you had knotted one of your shoelaces too tight again and was struggling to untie it. as you worked to undo the knots, you thought:
"why does it have to be like this? if she wasn't so mean, maybe she and I could-"
"I don't got all day."
you lost your train of thought as Ellie's spiteful remark snapped you out of your head. you glanced up at her, making eye contact before she looked you up and down, studying you. if you didn't know any better you'd think she might have been checking you out.
wishful thinking.
you slid your boots off and strode over to the table, where you stood across from ellie. you pulled the box closer to you before asking, "what are you still doing here?"
Ellie raised a brow and turned her full body to face you, before flatly replying, "it's Dina's box. take your shit out so I can get out of here and return it to her."
you said nothing. you never clapped back at her when she was like this. everytime she'd raise her voice or be rude, you just took it, figuring maybe she just had a bad day, or was going through something.
but she was like this all the time. from the moment Dina and Jesse introduced you two, it's like Ellie didn't even try to get to know you.
you nod your head silently opening the box. it was full of bread rolls Dina had made.
"aww..." you say to yourself quietly before taking them out one by one. you then slide the box back over to Ellie, who swiped a roll from your hand and quickly took a bite before you even realized what she had done.
"wha- hey!" you exclaim. "those are mine!"
Ellie grabs the box and holds it under her arm. as she turned to leave, she irritatedly remarked "oh, shut the hell up. she gave you like twenty."
she slammed the door as she left, causing you to huff and puff. then, you sit down in the chair opposite of where Ellie sat, as tears stream down your face.
"why doesn't she like me?," you thought.
"...did I do something wrong?"
you cried as you ruminated over your feelings for her.
"...maybe I should just give up..."
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as soon as Ellie slammed the door, she glided down your porch steps and scurried directly to her garage, not even bothering to drop the box off at Dina's house.
as she made the journey to her place, her expression slowly morphed from neutrality, to disgust, then finally, to desire.
from the moment she approached you in your garden, she only had two things on her mind. first, how much she just couldn't stand you.
there was no particular reason. it's not like you were annoying, or too nice or anything like that. in fact, you were pretty normal. a nice girl, everyone liked you, you did your share in the community. Ellie didn't even know what it was about you that caused her blood to boil under her skin.
but the other thought on her mind was how you'd look ass up on her bed, hands cuffed as she'd bury her fingers deep in your cunt while harshly sucking on your sensitive clit until it's red and swollen.
she wondered how you'd sound. how loud you'd moan, wondered if you were the type to talk dirty or just cry out in pleasure. oh, how she desperately needed to hear you scream her name.
she wondered how you'd look underneath your baggy t-shirts and dirty jeans. she'd wonder how many scars you had and if you had any birthmarks.
she'd stare at your ass when you wore shorts, longing to knead the plump flesh with her own calloused hands. she would steal glances at your boobs in the summertime when you wore tank tops, in awe of how they'd press together when you folded your arms or leaned over a table.
she'd stare at your pretty face from afar, studying every freckle, mark, and line. how your eyes would crinkle up when you'd smile, how your jaw would tighten when you were focused. she loved and hated to hear you laugh. she wanted nothing more in the world to watch you crumble beneath her.
the closer she got to her garage, the faster the walked. the pulsing feeling between her legs became unbearable, and by the time she reached her door, the seat of her boxers were soaking wet.
as soon as she shut the door behind her, she dropped the box on the floor and stumbled over to her bed, fumbling with the button and zipper of her jeans.
"f-fuck..." she was overwhelmed by just being around you. she nearly tripped over herself as she kicked her pants to the side and laid back onto her bed, wasting no time shoving her hands down her boxers and vigorously fucking herself to the memory of your sad, pathetic little face from earlier.
"nngh....s- so fucking..." her deep grunts slowly turned into higher pitched whimpers, and she clumsily reached behind her head and under her pillow to pull out a photo of you.
it was from a year ago, a picture she had stolen off of your wall. it's not like you'd miss it anyway.
it was of you crouched in the grass, while looking up at the camera with the sweetest smile on your face. nothing special.
ellie gripped the photo so tightly that it almost ripped. she stared at you, so overwhelmed with disgust, longing, lust, and hatred that she nearly began to cry.
"s-stupid...ah!...dumb f-fucking bitch..."
she cursed your name between moans. as she pumped in and out of herself, she imagined it was your walls that clamped around her fingers.
"ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou, " she mumbled incoherently as she got closer and closer.
her strokes got more sloppy and her breathing became erratic. she turned over and buried her face in her pillow as she came all over her sheets, crying softly as she clutched your photo to her chest.
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idk i feel dumb myself when I say this but i truly feel some type of way when people older than me act stupid. just straight up fucking dumb. how and why are you at your GROWN AGE acting like that. like oh my goodness what the fucj is haopeningngg where is your brain at did you forget to put it jn this morning???????
