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philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― makeout sessions, they’re really really high so the experience is kind of slow motion, frottage, sweet-talking rather than dirty talking, brief mutual masturbation, missionary on a couch, he’s a service top but it’s not heavily described here bc like– he’s just hella into her and feels good no matter what she does, ummm, unprotected sex bc im lazy

The man whose hair changes at each new moon cycle, the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire. Both his charm and his wit are entirely unmatched if anyone you’ve ever met in your life is to go by. His hands are the most gentle, and goddamn does he know how to dress to piss off the local business owners.

A new ear piercing for him usually meant heartbreak, be it a lost friend, a failed project, or even an incorrect lunch order at the run-down diner across town. Everything about Hongjoong is telling. He is not mysterious, nor does he want to be.

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite in terms of how you carry yourself. You worry too much, your posture is slouched when it shouldn’t be, your confidence wavers more often than you’d like to admit, and you keep to yourself most of the time. Minimizing yourself, snuffing out any flame or glow that threatens to show to anyone less than a close friend. You dress much like your personality, muted.

This is why you question the dynamic on each date you end up on with Hongjoong. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks in the park. Normal. fucking. dates. The dynamic between the two of you is anything but natural to you. Time after time now, seeing him after sunset looking at you much like he would if he were seeking out constellations, you feel like you’re not a person meant to be looked at this way. You’ll never get used to another person wanting to spend this time with you, like they’re finding comfort in your silence. What do you have that seems to fulfill him?

Even now, six hours after the date started, you find yourself next to Hongjoong and his bright smile. The small rolled joint burned out minutes ago, and the dull city skyline bursts with pinks and purples from the sunset. His smile is one that is entirely soft and focused on you. All of his attention, on you. The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him.

“Hongjoong,” You whisper into the brisk air, bumping your leg against his as he tilts his chin up as if to let you know he’s listening to whatever you want to say. “This is our– what? Seventh date?”

He nods with a hum.

“First time at my place though, so we can still call it a first date.” He offers, reaching his arms out and feeling the stretch of his muscles relax him. His arms fall back to his side and his eyes fall back on you.

Never have you had this many first dates, nor has any man treated each date as such.

“Why do you do that?” You laugh, slouching back against the weathered wicker couch, the balcony offering both the most wonderful and shitty view of the city.

“Do what?” He asks, turning slightly towards you with a curious look.

“Like, I don’t know,” you trail off, for some reason unable to look him in the eye as you continue to spiral into the slow and fuzzy high that his weed offers to you. He looks insanely attractive tonight, especially in this lighting. The colors somehow glow against his skin, contrasting with the dark and plush sweater he has on. It’s weathered much like this wicker furniture, but you imagine he’s comfortable inside of that sweater, sitting on this furniture, breathing in the same air you’re breathing out. “You always call each date the first one, I’m wondering when it’ll be, like, something more than that?”

You can hear yourself talking and you can’t help but think you sound fucking stupid, but he chuckles in response.

“I probably sound lame saying it but, I like that I learn something new about you each time. It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.” He laughs, making a face towards you that makes you laugh a bit louder than expected.

“You act like I have something new and interesting to tell you every day,” He cuts you off as you try to speak.

“For instance, today I learned that you don’t even like the coffee I bring to you.” He’s snide when he says it, raising a brow at you.

“What? Yes, I do!” You defend, definitely lying as you feel your stomach hit the concrete floor of his balcony. You’ve always been a terrible liar.

“Is that why you always leave it in my cup holder pretending like you forgot it?”

You narrow your eyes at him but can’t keep up the act much longer as the smile creeps wider across your lips.

“You’re too observant of me,” You joke, not realizing how true it actually is. “You know I usually spend my days avoiding the idea of people noticing what I do, right?”

He nods towards you, face fond and droopy from his high.

“I think you’re cute when you notice that I notice,” he blinks away from you, watching the sun fall and the moon take its rightful spot in the sky. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you’d stop letting me take you out, right?”

He’s actually looking for confirmation this time, not looking at you, and mostly preparing for the make-it-or-break-it moment now that you’ve finally worked up the courage to stop going with his flow.

“I think I’m just confused over you wanting to spend time with me at all, actually.” You admit, knowing for a fact that you appear to be the most boring human alive, and not many people stick around to find the actual personality within you.

Hongjoong looks at you this time, genuinely shocked that you’d even say that or feel confused over why he chooses to spend time with you.

“Well, I can go down a list of reasons, if you want?”

You prop yourself up, fixing your posture and wiggling your brows.

“Please, do.” You say, feeling a permanent smile form on your face.

Hongjoong claps his hands on his thighs before lifting his legs and turning on the wicker couch to face you, tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater.

“Alright, for starters, you’re not as boring as you think you are. What person would have climbed that no-trespassing fence with me without asking a single question?”

He’s just gloating at you now. Most people would absolutely do that with him.

“Literally, anyone would have done that with you.”

He waves you off.

“You like the same anime I like and the same music. You even knew of the band I was in during my senior year of high school!”

You nod, he’s got a point there.

“You’re not loud or constantly demanding attention. I like that you just kind of exist. Sometimes I just need to exist too, but people always expect more, you know?”

Hongjoong’s eyes trail off, landing on the darkening sky and seeking out the moon.

“When we hang out, I feel like there’s nothing we actually need to do in order to call it a date. You’re the only person I’ve continuously taken out. You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”

You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon.

“So, it makes me want to give you everything.”

Unsure of if it’s the weed talking through him or if he meant what he just said, you still find yourself melting a bit at his voice when he says it. The words feel like they hold a lot of weight for him, and you didn’t even know that weight existed until now.

“Do you always say these types of things when the moon is in the right position, and the weed is dank as hell?”

He snorts, tucking his chin into his chest as he laughs before reaching out and swatting you on the shoulder.

“What I’m trying to get at here, because I know by now that you’re not going to pick up on any hints is that I kind of want this to be the last first date.”

You find yourself panicking at that, unsure of what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Hongjoong instantly regrets his awful attempt at wording that. “Unmatched wit” his ass, he can genuinely say the dumbest shit in the most important situations.

“Wait–” He pauses, mouth falling slack as he visibly searches his brain for the correct words. “Okay, let me rephrase that.”

You wait, feeling relieved at his panic and the slow recovery of what he just said to you.

“What I meant by last first date, is like, um–” It’s lost on him again as you watch his eyes squint into a smile instead, the sparkle of his eyes matching the glints from his various earrings. “I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, fuck.”

This. This is another reason why he likes you this much. Though he saw your eyes fall, and though he said what he needed to say incorrectly at first, you didn’t question him. You didn’t put words in his mouth or react in a way that wouldn’t allow his own recovery. His ability to talk to women right now is highly reduced, but his ability to talk to you is forever comfortable even when he fucks up. You let him fuck that up, and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size.

“So,” he coughs, looking back to the moon and then back at you. “I guess we can’t have any more first dates if every time we see each other, we are technically, like, dating, right?”

You snort at his inability to string together a coherent sentence, knowing full well that both of you have the ability to navigate everyday conversations high. Given the fact that the two of you have been in public before pretending like you didn’t just hotbox his car. It’s just that, this isn’t an everyday conversation and you’d like to think that you probably sound like an idiot too. You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books.

“You have a point,” you say, managing to fit his words into a sentence that makes sense in your brain. “Delivery could have been better though.”

The lighting on his cheekbones says enough about his own permanent smile matching yours. If you believed in fairytales, you’d genuinely think that the two of you are in your own little world with nothing but the moon and expensive ass weed.

“You’re supposed to say yes, by the way.” Hongjoong urges you, both of you kind of entering into a giggle fit because of the warmth spreading throughout your bodies.

You nod, agreeing that, yes, you’ll definitely be his girlfriend.

The first kiss with Hongjoong may have been the warmest you’ve ever felt. It was smooth, a little peckish, and overall quite sweet. Even over the weeks he had been taking you out, he never once kissed you or did little more than be some of the best company you could find yourself with. The first kiss taking place after making things official was something you weren’t used to.

And so, that first kiss on his balcony became a second kiss, and then a third and fourth, until the two of you moved into his living room to escape the breeze that had by then made your fingers cold. Fifth, sixth, seventh– and then finally, the eight kiss was one that could have meshed all of the kisses in your life into one. The first heated kiss.

His couch became more comfortable than it was when you first came here, especially now with him beside you, cradling your face and leaving gentle kisses all along your jawline before trailing back to your lips. He’s your boyfriend now and for some reason, you don’t feel yourself doubting why that is. He is proving to you right now how much he likes you, and you try to do the same for him. Your hazy eyes are unable to stay open for too long under the pressure of his lips fluttering all over your face, and you feel loved for the first time in a long time.

It didn’t feel awkward to reach up with your eyes closed to try and put your fingers in his hair, even when you accidentally knocked him on the cheek instead. It didn’t feel like an alarm went off when he tugged at you to pull you over him, leaning himself back on the couch and reaching blindly for the tv remote to avoid the silence in the room save for lips smacking.

For the first time with another person, you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body.

Both jackets were already off, and your cold fingers warmed up in his as he would eventually intertwine his fingers with yours as he kissed you. It didn’t feel rushed, and maybe it was just because you both were in a lazy state of peaked high, but you can almost feel every single touch be amplified. You’d be lying if you said your entire body wasn’t tingling. More silent than it has ever been between the two of you, it still feels like it’s where you should be.

Hongjoong’s fingers in yours, his lips on yours, his tongue licking against yours, all of it is good. The sensations swam throughout your body to the point that you barely even notice that you’re turned on.

Is it too much on the…what was it, seventh date? Is it too much on the first night of being his girlfriend after your first and eighth or thirteenth kiss? His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise. He’s the one who pulled you on top of him, he’s the one who hasn’t pushed because he somehow knew you were enjoying the steamy make out session too much to let it end here.

There’s no end goal at this moment with Hongjoong, nothing is telling you that you need to get off or get him off despite your body already tingling for it. There’s no rush with the man under you, with his moon-like eyes and messy dyed hair. He’s just as telling as he always has been, and without a word, you know that at this moment, he would take anything you give him and be perfectly content.

“I can see you thinking, you know,” Hongjoong whispers, his fingers tightening their grip between your own. “We can just do this, I’m perfectly fine with just this.”

You shake your head at him, squeezing his fingers and looking at him for a brief moment. Seeing him now like this, with his kissed lips and his hair just as messy as always, it hits you again that he’s yours. Not in a way that’s possessive, but like, he wants to be yours, and he wants you to be his.

Your eyes glance down to his lap, with his length sitting firmly between your legs and it makes your heart swell. Typically, men in this position would push you, pull you, and move you around on their arousal to try and get some sort of release but, not Hongjoong. He’s containing himself, assuring you that you don’t have to do anything more. Regardless of you sitting on his thighs, dangerously close to being able to please him this way.

“Do you want more, though?” You ask him.

His eyes are half-lidded and looking up at you as you speak, glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them. You can see his answer in the silence, his grip on your hand tightening as his brain malfunctions at the very idea of you being the one to ask. He wants more for the sake of having you, but he also wants more for the sake of pleasing you.

“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation of his silent answer, leaning down to kiss against the corner of his mouth before leaning back again.

He gives you a reassuring nod, his other hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, onto his hardened length with a soft mewl at you.

“I do,” he whispers against your ear, nuzzling his nose against your neck and trying to prevent his hips from bucking up as you sit on him. “I can give you more, too.”

The way he says it to you with a soft rasp makes your stomach do flips, almost as if he’s pleading for you to let him, it makes your entire body tingle. Never has a man made you feel this way when you’re being intimate. You suppose Hongjoong is right though, from what he said before, about how almost every date appears to be the first one with the number of new things you learn about each other.

You don’t need to respond to him though, because almost immediately after those words you turn your face slightly to kiss his temple, and he instantly releases your hand and puts it on the other side of your waist. Practically caging you against him as he holds you in place and dips back in to kiss you.

Within that kiss, you can hear his need. Throaty groans as he presses his length against you. Only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric can be heard but it’s kind of a pretty sound. His weathered sweater feels warm when you tangle your fingers into the loosened fringe along his neck like, trying to work your hips to match his within this tight hug.

By the time he notices that you’re moving your hips on him, his grip loosens and he pulls back from the kiss, watching you pull yourself up and planting your arms on his shoulders to actually grind against him.

He runs his hands up and down your waist at this point, eyes watching the way you work yourself against him with a deep and burning fondness. He appears to be in awe, a crooked smirk appearing on his softened and kissed lips.

“You know,” Hongjoong chuckles softly, closing one eye and focusing on the feeling of the dry drag against him.. “It might just be because I’m high but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good with denim practically rubbing me raw–”

Your hips stop, and you try to ignore the fact that on any other day, those words would have absolutely ruined the mood, but for some reason, it doesn’t. You let out a breathy laugh, falling forward and laughing against his neck. The moon must be in the right position or something tonight, because everything does feel insanely good. Then again, maybe it’s just that he’s in the right position, or maybe it’s just you.

“Why would you–” You cut yourself off as you laugh, breathing in the scent of him once more before leaning back and backing off of his lap slightly. The look he gives you is nothing but fond and it kind of makes you feel more dazed than you already do. “Let's take them off then?”

Hongjoong gives you a polite nod, his hands releasing you but still chasing your warmth as you pull yourself off of him and wait for him to remove his pants.

He’s quick with it, of course, and you take it another step further to take yours off too, not looking him in the eye as you do it. Almost to hope that he doesn’t see you do it, to hope that he won’t think about it, or smile at it, or make a comment on it.

Thankfully, he doesn’t and when you sit back on his lap, feeling his bare legs against yours and noting how fucking warm his skin is, all you can do is pretend like feeling someone else’s skin against yours is supposed to feel fleeting like this.

Your panties sit against his boxers now, and his warmth seeps through you so fast that you want to feel more. See more, touch more, kiss more, love more. You don’t hesitate to loop your fingers into a particularly big rip on his sweater and tug on it.

“This too?” He tilts his head, his own hand fiddling with the same rip that your fingers are intertwined with, and then looks away shyly..

All you can do is feel yourself spiraling further into the feeling of being with him. He’s got one strand of hair standing stiffly too, probably from the static of the couch rubbing against it, but it’s cute. It’s attractive, everything about him is attractive.

His eyes continue to avoid your eyes when he lifts his sweater off of him, shivering at the cool apartment air hitting his skin all over rather than just through those rips and tears. You take note, especially when he does look at you and pulls you down into a kiss again as quickly as he can. He’s not letting you see him like this, bare from the waist up and almost from the waist down.

The two of you must have been one soul at one point because you know what he’s doing and never have you had to be the one on the other side of this situation. Usually, you’re the one hiding when it feels overwhelming, you’re the one imagining that the person with you would be searching for imperfections. You pull back from his kiss, looking into his eyes before glancing down at his bare chest and stomach.

“You’re being shy,” You comment, leaning down to plant a kiss on his collarbone before looking back at him and tilting your head. “You’re never shy.”

You work up the confidence in yourself now, lifting your shirt off and doing your best not to immediately mimic what he’s already done. Meaning, you don’t hide your exposed skin and instead, you try to sit proudly on top of him.

Hongjoong just watches, his lips falling slack at your bareness with a relieved sigh.

“How can I not be shy right now?” he smiles, leaning himself up this time and kissing against the plush flesh of your breast.

You sigh at the feeling of his lips against your chest, fingers automatically finding their way into his hair as you focus on the feeling. The emotion of it all sends you into overdrive because really? Everything about Hongjoong is loud, and you’re making him shy?

The goosebumps continuously rise and fall as he works his lips across one breast to the other, up until his fingers are pushing the fabric of your bra to the side. He pulls back momentarily to look at them, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before looking up at your face.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” Hongjoong admits, dipping in and flicking one of your nipples with his tongue.

“Oh?” You ask, officially grinding your hips again on his lap, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. The drag feels lighter now that there’s not much fabric preventing the feeling. “For how long?”

“Third date,” he admits, trailing back to the other breast and sucking just next to your nipple, his other hand easily stimulating the one he just neglected. “Didn’t want to rush with you though, I’m always rushing.”

You hum at his words, feeling special. All he makes you feel is special. And when he finally releases your chest from his mouth and falls back against the couch, even the way he looks at you confirms that your feelings about this aren’t unfounded.

You put more effort into your hips now, your mind spinning by this point at the way his touches are gentle. His chest rises and falls with each perfect drag up his length, small mewls of pleasure spilling from his lips every few seconds. Still, he just looks at you.

There’s really no rush here and the scary part about it is that you’re already so worked up that you wouldn’t mind a bit of rushing by this point.

More and more you move your hips, and more and more Hongjoong appears to lose his composure. His hands gripping at you, his eyes unable to stay on one part of your body for too long, his teeth showing as he bites his lip just to compose himself from making the next step– and then–

There it is. There he is, lunging forward and grabbing you, pulling you so close to him that your core is now seated directly on the head of his leaking cock. He moans at the pressure, kissing against your lips with so much passion that you wonder if he know’s how hot that was.

He’s lost in the moment and you can’t help but love it. With the way one of his hands holds your cheek as he kisses you and the other finds itself against your ass to push and pull you on his lap. At this point, you wonder if he could get off this way. With the way he’s acting, you think he could. Easily.

“Hongjoong,” You manage to gasp during the short breath between his frantic kiss. “We can–”

You’re cut off by him kissing you again, his hand guiding you down and forward on his length in a way that tells you he’s listening. He’s imagining what you’re about to say.

“We can,” He groans in an answer to your unfinished question, taking in a deep breath when he pulls back from the kiss and looking down to see the head of his cock occasionally peeking from the waistband of his boxers. “Just tell me what you want.”

Words escape you in that moment, so you use your body instead. Scooting back and almost taking the boxers with you you see a glimpse of his length. Heavy, leaking, twitching at the loss of your weight against it. You stare, wanting to devour this man whole at that moment but you hold back. You can give him head another time, honestly. After spending so long making out, grinding, and him playing with your breasts? You’re kind of ready to rush. Even just for a moment.

He watches your hands as they lower the boxers further, pulling them down until you can tuck them under your thighs to hold them in place. There, you just look at his cock and he just looks at you.

After a few seconds, you glance at him with shy eyes, blinking in a way to try and hide your blatant lust for what’s between his legs. He might believe that seeing you look at him this way is the best thing he’s ever experienced. His cock twitches unintentionally when he notices your blown pupils, especially when his eyes trail down. Now that the seat of your panties isn’t grinding against him, he can see a glimpse of the darkened wet spot.

Now what to do? The two of you sitting here, horny out of your goddamn mind and the weed on top of it amplifying every touch, you can imagine that you both look like a pair of deer in headlights.

Hongjoong finishes what you started though, running his hand down your sides before grabbing himself and gently pumping once. You watch as he gathers the dripping pre-cum in his palm before smoothing it down his entire length while his eyes never leave the spot between your legs. Then he continues that, touching himself as you’re on him as if to tell you that he can finish himself off so you don’t have to.

Without really thinking, you find your own hand doing the same, sliding down your panties and the instant your fingers bump against your clit, you jolt and find yourself letting out a soft and pained moan at the sensitivity.

“That–” Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath at the sound, squeezing the base of his cock with his hand and closing his eyes. “sounded so fucking pretty.”

It wasn’t intentional and for a brief moment, you felt embarrassed by the sound. Once again though, Hongjoong pulls that confidence out of you like it’s what he was born to do. At this point though, your legs feel like jelly after being spread on top of him for so long and you think he can tell.

“Mm, let’s move,” He comments, releasing his cock and tapping you with the other hand to stand up. “Lay back, I'll do the rest.”

He gently instructs you, grabbing a pillow and placing it at the end of the couch for your head to lay against. You do so without question, both your legs and heart are weak at seeing him like this.

“There, better?” He asks after you lay back. He leans over your side after a short nod from you and leaves a gentle kiss against your lips before placing his hand against your thigh. “Can I take these off?”

You nod, feeling him slip your panties down your legs before you watch him shimmy off his own boxers.

There, there it is. Both of you are entirely vulnerable to each other for the first time and you don’t feel a hint of wanting to stop. Not a worry, doubt, or insecurity can or will stop you at this moment.

He doesn’t let his eyes linger for too long at your exposed core just yet and instead he opts to place himself between your legs before leaning down and kissing you much like before. He can’t get enough of your lips if he’s being honest though.

You can feel the weight of his cock resting between your thigh and pussy and it does nothing more than make you want it more. You want him so bad by this point that you can’t really question how dumb you could sound actually asking for it.

“Can you, like–” Your words are lost on you when he pulls back with a small smile and a curious look.

“Do you want to?” He asks, despite knowing this is where the situation was headed.

You give a shy nod, reaching your hand down between the two of you and gripping him yourself for the first time.

He lets out a shaky breath with a laugh, humping his hips forward and into your hand intentionally when he does it.

“Fuck,” He seethes out. “Yeah, okay.” He sighs this time, without shame still fucking himself into your hand and showing a desperate need for what you’re asking for.

You can’t help but get lost in it. Your hand guided his cock down and against your clit for a brief moment of sensitive relief before releasing a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding when you position him at your entrance.

He pushes in without holding back, but he’s slow with it. The head of his cock sank into the warm and clenched walls causing a pleasant stretch. Both of you let out a moan at this, feeling him push in slowly, continuously, until he’s bottomed out and nuzzling against your ear.

“Sound so pretty when you moan,” he babbles against your ear, leaving wet and warm condensation from his breath there. “You could drive me insane like this.”

You moan again, not entirely for his pleasure but simply because it feels so good. His cock pulsing inside of you when you clench around him, his soft voice in your ear. Sensory overload has never felt so fucking euphoric to you.

“Like that, yeah.” Hongjoong rasps out this time, pulling his head back in time with his hips. Almost emptying you entirely before pushing back in with that same languid drag of his hips. His eyes are on you now though, arms at either side of your head as he works up a lazy kind of rhythm. One that offers a deep thrust each time.

You can’t help the sounds that fall from your lips, and you can’t help that your pussy is throbbing around him, and certainly, you can’t help that the feeling of one of his hands moving to your chest before dipping his head down and sucking against it makes you moan out a bit louder.

With each moan, he almost mimics you with his own. He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you. Then again, he’s always been fond of pretty sounds. Music is his passion but hearing you make such delicate sounds for him makes his head spin in all sorts of directions.

His thrusts become more pointed after a few minutes, fucking into you at a pace that feels equally as deep but more powerful now. Your hands grip at anything you can get ahold of, meaning, you grip him. His arms, his back, and then finally you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down.

His hips stutter at that before he grabs one of your legs and hikes it up and around his waist. This allows him to position himself slightly differently, fucking into you at an angle as his lips immediately fall to yours with a breathy laugh.

You can’t kiss him back this time though, with the new angle he’s driving into you causing his cock to bump repeatedly against a soft spot inside of you. Your mouth is left slack, releasing empty moans against his attempts to kiss you.

He takes intense note of it, keeping up his pace and falling in love with the way you react to this angle. His hands find purchase above your head and he leans back to watch you as he fucks into you.

“God,” He says slightly out of breath, dipping in briefly to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m going to come in about five seconds if you keep doing this.”

Your eyes roll back slightly at his words and instantly you’re shoving your hand between the two of you to push yourself over the edge. He swats your hand away though, still fucking into you all while intertwining his fingers with yours and using his other hand to do the work for you.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” He says, rubbing his fingers in harsh circles around your sensitive clit. “Let me take care of you,” he adds in a huff, his hips becoming more frantic each time he feels your pussy tense around him.

Just like that, you’re releasing in waves with trembling legs. To the point that you throw your other leg around his waist and essentially push him into you with such force that he can’t even thrust anymore. You hold him there, riding out your high and struggling to comprehend the fact that this man isn’t always attached to you like this.

He lays there, his head forced into the crook of your neck as he feels you come around him, clenching him so tightly that he can’t really help it either. Your warm and wet pussy is absolutely soaking him and all he can do is let it. All he can do is feel it, to the point that he’s driven over the edge too.

Even when you release your death grip hug, he stays in place, nuzzling further against your neck with choked moans and tight presses of his hips. He’s trying to drive his cock deeper than it can go as he releases it, the feeling too good for him to think straight. You run your fingers through his hair as he does it, trailing your fingernails down to his neck and across his back.

You can feel the goosebumps on his skin under your fingers, and when his body finally goes limp on top of you, all you can do is continue that motion. Scratching, rubbing, soothing him through both of your post-orgasm brain fog.

Becoming Hongjoong’s girlfriend was something that should have been expected if you’re being honest. It should be a normal relationship, with normal arguments, and normal sex. Except it’s not.

The relationship is anything but normal but you’d like to say you prefer it this way. With the late night dates to empty parking lots just to be outside of your own spaces, the gas station runs where the two of you need to buy every snack known to man to satiate your munchies. The repeat tv shows playing on his television because you never quite catch what happened in episode six despite watching in four times. To be fair, episode six always comes on when you’re almost entirely wrapped up with your boyfriend.

His hands are always stained with hair dye because he can’t be bothered to wear gloves, your hands are stained with hair dye too because you can’t not run your fingers through it when he’s between your legs. He’s always adding color to your life, be it literally or emotionally.

There’s something strange about the way he balances you. In public with him, all attention is on his ripped clothes and shining piercings and a quirk of the brow always comes when they see you holding his hand.

You kind of like the attention these days though.

#hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez smut

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honey-comb-xox · 2 months

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Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it”

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon”

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back.

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond.

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?”

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile .

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers.

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

#nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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lowkeyclowning · 1 year

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Slashers reacting to the reader high/having a stoner partner

warnings: smoking, drugs, brief mentions of nsfw and torturing

I hope this is satisfactory, I haven’t written anything or gotten caught up with most of these characters in a while 😭😭

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)

- he’s driven by your state, how expressive you are, and overall just how impressionable you become. He loves the control he has on you.

- He’d be a junky for it, if you were the kind of person to enjoy that he craves it; he’d take full advantage of that. Going out of his way to fulfill your desires and keep you relying on him.

- He’d buy more for you. Anything you like: edibles, pens, blunts, bongs, etc. As long as you pay him back in a way of his liking he doesn’t mind.

- He would get high with you depending on where you stand to him, if you were seen as his victim/obsession/infatuation he likely wouldn’t. He finds it so much more intoxicating to watch you come undone. If you were seen as a friend or coworker he might consider if you catch him in a good mood, about 75% he agrees

The Collector (Asa Emory)

- He is entertained to say the least, though his amusement comes with a sick twist of curiosity. He wants to see how your mind and body react to intense things under this state. He wants to see how quick you twist and squirm; You’d give in so fast, you’d be so easy to take.. that has his attention.

- He is going to toy with you if you’re his un-collected victim, such as standing in the corner of your room and watching to see how long you take to notice him and how you respond, only then would he decide what to do with you.

- Other than that he doesn’t all the much care for it specifically, it’s just a tool, a weak one at that. He would much rather observe harder drugs work their effect and build off that.

- He wouldn’t get high with anyone regardless of closeness. He’d never willingly be caught with his guard down like that.

Bo Sinclair

- Oh honey, he’s all over this. He is ecstatic to watch you during your highs, he loves to play around with you and make you laugh. Hearing the impact of his charisma through your high drives him crazy.

- He is very playful with you already, when you’re high he can’t stop himself from “accidentally” scaring you or telling dumb jokes that send you laughing so hard you have to hold onto him to prevent yourself from toppling over.

- Play fighting and bickering with you is another way he gets his entertainment, the way you struggle to make sense is pure gold in his opinion.

- He’d absolutely get high with you, he might even be the one to suggest it in the first place. Watching him unfold is euphoric. He gets clingy when he hits that peak. With that, intimacy is usually always the result. Keeping your hands off each other would be an obstacle among itself

Vincent Sinclair

- He doesn’t mind too much, though he is entranced by your behavior. Often caught staring and watching you, but he does that regardless of your high. He loves looking at you. You are his muse, his gaze can’t help but drift towards you.

- He is reliable to be around, he’s quiet and usually doing his own thing. If he gets this rush of infatuation towards you he may drift closer for a look, but other than that he tends to keep to himself.

- He’d prefer not to get high, it isn’t in his greatest interest. He’d much rather spectate and keep out of the way.

Ghostface (Stu Macher)

- He likely is a supplier or knows the best, as well as someone that is always ready to drop everything to smoke a bit.

- He might jokingly pout that you were smoking without him if he found you alone.

- Sometimes you’ll lay there with him listening to music, talking and laughing about funny things he said or some weird dream you had two or three nights ago.

- There’d never be a dull moment smoking with him, one moment you could be laying on a couch and the next you’re on your way to a gas station getting a ridiculous amount of food because he got the munchies and refused to go alone.

- 10/10 would love to smoke with him

Bubba Sawyer

- He wouldn’t really catch on to what was happening with you at first. He doesn’t have tons of experience with being taught to feel any sort’ve way towards the substance but he may express curiosity or worry for your odd behavior. You’d definitely need explaining to avoid possible worries.

- He is good support to be around when you are high, minding his own business for the most part. He’d curiously come over to you every now and again for attention plus the reassurance that you’re alright.

- I can’t see him taking his own high good, much less smoking, but he’ll blindly follow you into hell if you let him so you’ll have to know his boundaries for him sometimes. He’s still getting used to having choices so you’ll have to be patient with him.

Billy Lenz

- He likes watching you get high, it makes his head fuzzy to watch you get so vulnerable around him. It sends him into a craze whether you know he is there or not.

- He gets a kick from way you laugh at the littlest things,, but also how paranoid you get at times. Oh he loooves scaring you. His crooked grin smearing from cheek to cheek as you scream or jolt from something he did.

- I don’t remember much about Billy, but he looks like someone who has done harder drugs, so I’m going to say he’d be delighted to get high with or without you. If you are with him, prepare for the clingiest mess you’ve ever seen. If you weren’t with him, prepare for some disturbing phone calls.

#asa emory #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #slashers x reader #chromeskull x reader #asa emory x reader #billy lenz #bubba sawyer #vincent sinclair #stu macher #billy lenz x reader #the collector

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fan-fantasies · 1 year

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A Little Push

Warnings?: drug use (weed), I think that's it.

A/N: woah, I'm alive. It's crazy. It's been rough wanting to write literally anything, but here I am. Heather and I have been hyping each other up like crazy so I'm super excited. Just as a fair warning, this is not proof read, I'm super lazy and just don't want to. Regardless, I do hope you guys enjoy this, it was fun to write. -Breezy

Vermont was always lovely this time of the year, the leaves would change and the true beauty of nature would emerge for a small portion of time before winter would come along. You'd lived in Vermont for the majority of your life, having met your best friend, Heather, at a young age. She was the main reason you knew you weren't alone.

It was hard growing up being different, even if it was fairly easy to hide, but kids were ruthless and they were always willing to spill the tea to anyone who would listen. Nevermore was the one place you knew would be best for you, even after high school, a university for those who were different made you feel at ease. Though, even at a place full of outcasts, you couldn't help but feel different. As a siren, it was almost certain that you would have the confidence of God and the charm of an enchantress/enchanter, but you had found it very difficult to rise to those expectations.

Bianca was a prime example of who most people believed you should be. Everything about her is beautiful, her skin, her eyes, she just radiated beauty and honestly you envied her.. Maybe that’s why you never really spent time with the others, instead hanging out with Heather and the other gorgans. All of them were chill, never expected much, plus they were extremely funny. The notorious stoners were fun to watch as they got high, hell, it was fun to join them on occasion. They were just so excepting. Maybe that was why you and Ajax had gotten so close. To Heather it was pretty apparent you had a thing for him, you of course denied that. Even if you did, dating had never been in the cards. Being an outcast does that to you.

"Dude, come on," Heather began, "just ask him to hang out, hell, ask him if he wants to smoke a joint with you. He won't think twice about it." She rolled her eyes, "plus, he'd be hanging out with you and I know for a fact he'd never turn that down."

You sigh, putting your head down on the table you were currently sitting at. "Don't say that, you'll get my hopes up," you grunt, "no one ever wants to hang out with me, besides you." You whisper.

You hear Heather sigh in what you thought was defeat. You were wrong.

"Ajax! Come here!" She shouted causing your head to snap up, now looking in the direction of where she called. Sure enough Ajax came jogging over.

"Hey Heather, what's up?" His eyes met yours, "y/n, hey." He nervously said.

Before you could speak, Heather responded, "Y/n wants to hangout and have smoke, you in?" The way she said it was calm, forward but not in a pushy way.

You watched as a smile grew on his face, "Hell yeah, mine or yours?

You swallowed, "Y-Yours?" You stammer bewildered that he agreed.

"Great, stop by a little later." You respond with a simple nod before he walked off. You sat there stupefied, did that really just happen?

"Told you." Heather smirked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I can't believe you."

She laughed, "I think the word you're looking for is, thank you." She teased.

Your expression must have shown your anxiety, Heather's face softened.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe someone other than me would want to hang out with you. Let's be honest, I'm not the most social butterfly either, like I legit could turn people to stone but please," she began, "give him a chance, at least be his friend." She begged. You listened to your friend, you'd been through everything together and you knew she'd never do anything to hurt you.

You nod, "okay, I will. Thank you."

She smiled, "Now, how about we go back to yours and get you ready for your date." She teased.

The hours leading up to meeting up with Ajax seemed to drag out causing anxiety to bubble up inside of you. You were finally gonna hang out with Ajax, alone. The idea of all of this made your heart flutter, it was finally happening. You'd snuck out of your dorm, down the long, and seemingly endless, corridors towards his room. When you arrived, you knocked softly hoping to not alert anyone around.

The door swung open with haste, Ajax stood there in his casual clothing with a small smile on his face.

"Hey come in," he spoke as he stepped aside letting you enter. He had some quiet music playing in the background, nothing that you recognized though.

"Did you kick Xavier out?" You joke, seeing as though it's just him.

Ajax rubbed the back or his neck, "would you believe me if I said no?"

You laugh softly, "no." You admit. He chuckled softly, not speaking again. He motioned you over to his side of the room, "make yourself at home, I'll go get a joint for us."

You hesitated before slowly walking over to his desk, taking a seat in his desk chair. You could hear him shuffling around, opening and closing drawers before coming back over. He had everything ready to go, he must have prepared ahead of time.

"What, you don't wanna sit with me?" He joked with a smirk before he flopped on his bed.

You felt your cheeks heat up but you nervously laughed, "Buy me dinner first." You threw back. A wide grin spread on his face, one that even the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

"Maybe after." He winked before motioning you over. You comply, standing from your current seat and making your way to his bed, now sitting across from him.

He took the first step, lighting the joint and taking a few shirt puffs before offering it to you. You carefully take it from him, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. The familiar burn filled your lungs as you held the smoke in for a few moments,then allowing yourself to relax before exhaling. You take another hit before handing it back to Ajax. The atmosphere was comfortably silent, the both of you just enjoying each other's presence.

"I'm really glad you wanted to hang out." He admitted before taking another puff.

You glanced over at him, "really? I know I technically didn't ask but I've wanted to hang out. We don't get to just hang out together, usually Heather or Xavier are with us." You ramble looking at your hands.

He chuckled, "you're right," he began, "which is why I'm glad." He explained.

You take another drag before responding, "I never thought you'd want to," you blurt, traces of smoke passing by your lips.

His eyebrows knit together, clearly confused, "why's that?" He questioned curiously.

You weren't sure how to respond, you sat in silence for a moment.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just know, whatever it is, you can trust me." He mentions calmly.

Your mind began to swirl with thoughts, you weren't sure if it was the weed finally starting to take effect.

"It's just," you begin, "I've never been good around people, Heather's always been my only friend since we were kids." You explain.

"You've known Heather for that long?" He pressed.

You smile softly, "Yeah, we grew up together, lived in the same city in this wonderfully cold state." You tell him, "it's kinda crazy to think about." You giggle. "But she's been the only friend I've had, once my abilities as a siren began to show most people avoided me. As sirens, I would say we are pretty charismatic but I've never seen myself as that."

Ajax remained quiet as he listened to you.

"Hence why I don't really hang around with the other sirens. I consider myself an outcast among outcasts."

Ajax shook his head, "well, if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're the better of them." He put the, now finished, blunt in the ashtray, "in fact, I'd say you're the most attractive of them." He admits.

You felt your heart stop, had you heard him right? "W-what?" You stammer looking at him.

He lit another joint, "Yeah, I think you're beautiful " He clarifies before putting the joint between his lips. You look at him, taking in his features, his gorgeous eyes, kissable lips and the few unmissable snakes that would peek out from his beanie. It was a few moments before he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing… I just…" You stammer, "can I kiss you?" You ask, having a sudden burst in confidence. Thank you weed.

He didn't hesitate, he placed the joint in the ashtray before moving it. You scoot closer to him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were nervous, and clearly so was he. You decided to just take the leap, closing the distance between the two of you, your lips brushing against each other. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as he pressed his lips now firmly against yours. The kiss was slow, warm, it sent electricity through your body. It was a strange feeling, but not anything you were against. It was clear Ajax was a bit hesitant, you weren't sure if it was nerves or something else, regardless you couldn't help but let out a giggle before pulling away. You could see the faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes slightly glazed over due to the effects of the weed. A dorky smile grew on his face, he didn't speak for a few moments.

"Please tell me we can do that again."

You laugh, "Yeah, I'd like that "

#wednesday imagine #imagines #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus imagine #ajax petropolus imagines #wednesday netflix

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moonlightsolo · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x female reader where she’s the seasoned stoner and Steve wants to get baked so they listen to some tunes and light up and he confesses his feelings accidentally or something? 👀🥺🙏🏼

wc: 3.6k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: v detailed drug use, sprinkle of angst, cute fluffy in love steve, heavy kissing, some suggestive stuff, clingy!steve

a/n: i slipped in a lil mention of a beloved character let me know if you find it <3

“oh steeeeeeve.” you call out your best friends name in a sing-song voice. you’re laying on your bed, resting on your stomach with your feet kicking in the air. the bedside phone in your hand, and bottom lip between your teeth.

steve sings your name back. the sound of his voice hums into your ear from the other side of the receiver.

“what’d you call me for, huh?”

“i can’t just call because i wanna hear your pretty voice?” he challenges playfully. you can’t help but brush him off with a laugh.

“i did wanna ask you somethin’ though…” he trails off with a timid voice.

“and…?” you urge softly.

“i was thinking… um- i know you do this a lot, but can we get high together?”

the biggest grin formed on you face, instantly kicking your feet off your bed to stand up.

“uh- hello?” he calls out for a response.

“you, steve harrington… want to get high with me?”

“yeah? didn’t i just say that?” he chuckles anxiously.

“i mean yeah of course we can smoke together, steve. holy shit, i don’t think you realize how excited that makes me. oh my god. when?!” you ramble, hands flying as you hold the receiver between your shoulder and ear.

“i mean… i’m free tonight?” he chokes out, clearing his throat.

“seriously?” you shout as your smile grows larger, “i’ll pick you up! i don’t want your pretty car to smell like weed.”

“huh? oh, i don’t care about that, psshhh.” he blows it off like it’s nothing, “i’ll pick you up in ten?” he asks with a higher voice than normal.

“uh yeah, ten minutes sounds good. see ya!” you chirp before hanging up the phone. your eyes dart around your room to look for your goodies.

then you remember that it’s hidden in your underwear drawer. you fly over to dresser, yanking the top drawer open. your hands instantly start digging through your undergarments to find the specific box.

with a thunk, your fingertips hit the metal lunchbox. you grip the handle to tug it out with a noble smile. you kiss the surface of it to show your gratitude, “ah, my baby.”

right now, you’re wearing an oversized pajama shirt with no pants on underneath- so you opt to change into something a little more appropriate. you pull on black biker shorts and an oversized dark green hawkins high school crewneck. the sleeves fit over your hands like mittens, and it covers your body comfortably. actually, this might be steve’s.

you spray some perfume onto your fresh clothes, and fix your hair in your mirror. your fingers gently poke and style the unruly pieces. you glance out your window, seeing harrington’s car is already parked in front of your driveway. his headlights lighting up the street.

your heart flutters at the sight of him, making you wish you could just teleport to him. you leave your room, rattling lunchbox in hand as you trot down the steps.

“hey! where are you going?” your parents are sat in front of the tv watching a movie.

“with steve! i’ll be back soon.”

“be back by twelve, okay?”

“yeah, yeah.” you grumble as you slip your sneakers on over your slouchy socks. in the back of your mind, you already know you’re going to be home past your curfew. your parents never do anything about it because they’re fast asleep by the time you get home.

you swing open the front door of your house, and you instantly spot steve. he’s outside of his car waiting for you, leaning against the driver side door.

when the door behind you clicks shut, his head perks up from looking at his feet. an instant smile curls up on his lips when he sees you, making you jog up to him with open arms.

“harrington! long time no see!” you guys literally were hanging out earlier today after he got off of work.

you fling your arms around his neck in a hug, one of his own wraps around your waist. he soothingly rubs your lower back with his thumb, “yeah, yeah. it’s me.” he chuckles bashfully.

“ready?” your eyebrows raise suggestively, raising the lunchbox to his eyes and shaking it. the contents inside rustle around in the aluminum box.

“ready as i’ll ever be.”

steve walks around to your side to open the car door for you like a true gentleman, before getting into his side. he quickly pulls off, driving out of your neighborhood.

“where to?” he eyes you from his peripheral vision as he drives.

“the school parking lot?” you suggest as your fingers flick open the latch to the lunchbox.

the stench of the herb immediately fills the interior of the car. making your eyes blow wide with an eager smile curling up onto your lips.

“woah.” steve coughs dramatically, his hand pushes the air away from his face. he laughs at the same time, shaking his head in displeasure.

“you smell that?” you sniff the air as if you’re a cartoon following a scent trail. your hand wafts the air in front of your nose, “a delicacy.”

“whatever you say.” steve huffs, obvious sarcasm in his voice.

“it’s northern lights, baby! it’s an indica strain. which means it’ll make you suuuuper duper chill-aaaxed.” you bob your head with a grin.

steve just rolls his eyes at you, but it seems like his smile is unable to falter from his face.

he pulls into the empty parking lot of hawkins high, swinging around the back to a secluded area. “lights off.” you lean forward, twirling the joystick beside the steering wheel so his car goes dark. “yeah this isn’t creepy at all.” he teases.

you quickly get to work, carefully picking a nub out of the plastic bag. you place it in between the two pieces of your grinder. twisting both in your hands so the flower disintegrates into powder between it.

steve watches in wonder, releasing his seat belt from across his chest to turn towards you.

“so, what are you doing now?”

“just grinding the flower so i can pack it into a joint.” you look over his face. he’s completely immersed in what you’re doing, even though it comes second nature to you.

you’re thankful that the person you get your drugs from is nice enough to pre-roll a few cones for you. now all you have to do is fill them up with the freshly ground herb. “so… who do you even get this stuff from?”

“i don’t know, just some kid. he lives near max.” you shrug nonchalantly, “oh, it’s a guy?” steve prods slightly.

your eyebrows furrow with concern from his question, “yeah… and?” steve refuses to respond, only giving you an eye roll.

your hands unscrew one side of your grinder to be able to access the heavenly powder. you slip a filter in there before funneling it inside of the cone. your fingers twist off the end to seal it so it doesn’t spill out.

“alright, harrington. you ready to have some fun?” you eyebrows provocatively raise up and down, an excited grin on your face.

steve looks at the joint in your hand, “let’s do it.” he leans back in his seat, arm reaching across to rest on your headrest.

you pick out your lighter, thumbing striking down to create friction for the flame to ignite. you bring the filtered end of the spliff to your lips, slightly curling them in.

the flame burns the other end, shriveling up the paper as you inhale. the airflow causes the drug to catch fire, instantly making smoke travel into your lungs.

the lighter falls from your hands back into your lunchbox. taking a few more puffs to get it started. the slightly yellow tinted smoke makes a dense cloud as it floats out of your mouth.

it sweetly burns your lungs, making you cough and tears spring to your eyes. “here… just…” you say between your coughs as you hand the joint to him.

he quickly takes it from you, positioning it between his pointer finger and thumb. he brings the end to his lips, following the same steps that you did.

as soon as he inhales, he lets out the most horrendous cough. he squeezes his eyes shut, holding the stick of death towards you to take back. “jesus christ!” he hisses out, continuing to cough out the smoke.

you can’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the joint to bring it back to your lips to take another drag. “is this your first time? wait, wait! am i taking your weed virginity?” you giggle as you hold the smoke in your lungs for a moment before releasing.

steve gasps at your question, “no! this is not my first time actually- thank you very much! i’m not lame.”

you just snicker at his comment, shaking your head as you pass it back to him. he really took that comment to heart.

“what?” one of his eyebrows raise as he takes it back coolly. he presses it between his lips and inhales.

you stare at him, waiting for him to cough. the cloud releases from his mouth and you can see the instant pain in his eyes.

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” his voice strains as he attempts to not breathe.

“just cough, harrington. no shame.” you reach up to pat his bicep that’s resting near your head.

he lets out another terrible cough, his cheeks expanding with air like a pufferfish. he shakes his head as tears blink out of his eyes, streaming down his face, “oh no!” you laugh, leaning forward to cup his cheeks. your thumbs gently wipe away his tears as he coughs directly at you.

his round eyes are red, mirroring your own. he looks into your eyes as he sniffles, laughing in embarrassment. for some reason, your heart tugs when he makes eye contact with you. he looks especially cute right now.

“you’re adorable.“ you blurt out unwillingly, the drugs taking over your system. if you weren’t high right now- you bet your ass that your heart would be jumping out of your chest.

steve’s eyes falter away from yours, making your hands drop back to your lap in defeat. “sorry.” you rush to apologize, looking out the window to hide your awkwardness.

“don’t be sorry.” his voice is hushed. steve hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a while. he’s expecting his heart to be pounding, but he feels relatively calm. after nancy broke his heart, he took a break from girls… well a break from relationships, not from meaningless sex.

sooner than later, he realized the one thing he truly desires has been in front of him all along. his best friend- the one who has been by his side through everything. his feelings have been locked inside of him for way too long- and it definitely doesn’t help that ‘can’t fight this feeling’ by REO speedwagon is playing in the background. steve’s stomach flips as the realization of what he’s about to do hits him.

“you’re adorable too. shit, more than adorable. beautiful- so beautiful… and you’re so fucking cool. you’re not like anyone i’ve ever met which makes me like you even more. you’re awesome and actually hilarious. plus, you’re badass!” he exclaims, eyes wide as he professes everything that’s been on his mind.

you stare at him in awe with big doe-like eyes and a happy upside down smile settling on your lips. “when we fought the demogorgon in the byers house? you actually scared the shit outta me! you’re so cool.” his hands fly around as he rambles, “i haven’t felt comfortable with anyone like this before. i can be myself around you… god, i should’ve known since high school. i was such a douchebag. i..” his mouth fails to keep up with his overworking brain as he stutters, his head turns away from you.

“steve.” you breathe out, bringing a hand back to his cheek to direct him towards you. his slow eyes drift to yours, giving you a tender gaze. “yeah?” his voice is low.

“i feel the same way about you… jesus, ever since nancy fucking wheeler stole you. i thought i was never your type so i just pushed my feelings away. especially after stupid ass tommy h. and carol made it clear they hated my guts.” you confess as you stare into his eyes. you can’t help but notice his face gradually growing closer to yours.

“i never realized what i had in front of me this whole goddamn time.” he whispers to you from his close proximity, noses almost brushing against each other. his eyes flicker to your lips and back up to your eyes. you admire his freckles and moles that are speckled across his skin- he is truly a beautiful work of art.

“cause i can’t fight this feeling anymore.” the chorus of the song blares through his speakers, making the tension become too much to handle.

“god, just kiss me.” you beg, desperately looking up into his dreamy chocolate eyes.

steve lunges forward, hand finding it’s way to your waist to grip your side. his fingertips press into the doughy skin of your hips, holding onto you desperately.

his pillowy lips slot wonderfully against yours, completely domineering over your own. he tastes of weed and mint, the perfect combination in your mind. his cologne overtakes your senses, sending you into an upward spiral farther into the clouds.

your arms fly around his neck to pull him even closer to you. his tongue wiggles its way into your mouth, pressing against yours feverishly.

the feeling of his warmth causes a moan to bubble past your lips and against his. in return, steve’s body presses even farther into you over the center console- because god, that was the hottest thing that has fallen upon his ears. steve’s fingers dig into your side, his chest heaving with hunger. his lips stray away from yours, mouthing at the skin on your jaw to make his way to your neck.

you whine in protest, hands finding their way into his thick yet soft hair to tug him back to you. he presses long pecks to your mouth with a grin, “i’m gonna… kiss you… over here… for a little bit.” he breathes out in between them, just wanting to leave little marks on the exposed skin there.

“but… i don’t… want you… to stop… kissing me” you mumble into his multiple kisses. he chuckles in response, smiling against you.

he pulls away to hide his face in your neck, slightly giggling to himself. you take advantage of this pause to fully breathe and take in the moment. your fingers comb through his locks, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling it between your fingers. the smile on your face is set in stone, either being high on steve and just because of the drugs. maybe both.

“i can’t believe this. i’m making out with you in my car right now. i’ve actually dreamt of this, you know that?” he pulls back from your should to look at you while he talks, “is this a dream? can you pinch me? you gotta pinch me.”

your hand reaches up to pinch at his arm, making him jerk slightly. “yeah, this is real.” his eyes are hooded as he leans in to savor the feeling of your lips against his again. the slight stubble on his top lip tickles you.

“do you wanna sleep over?” you mutter into the kiss, making his head pop back up to look at you. his eyes dart between each of yours, eyebrows raising suggestively. a smirk crawls onto his lips as his mind races.

you slap his arm, “not like that, you dweeb. get your head out of the gutter. i just want to cuddle… and sleep. plus i have snacks.” you offer.

the mention of food makes both of your stomachs grumble, “yeah, i definitely need some food.” steve pecks your lips once more before situating himself back into the drivers seat. he quickly pulls out of the deserted parking lot of the high school and drives back towards your house.

on the way back, you and steve decide to have a little karaoke session when one of his favorite songs comes on.

“just take those old records off the shelf!” he belts out, hands tapping the steering wheel to the beat, “i sit and listen to ‘em by myself!” you sing along loudly with him.

“todays music ain’t got the same soul!” you both lean into each other, your shoulders now touching, “i like that old time rock ‘n roll!” your hand brings an invisible microphone to your mouths.

steve steers his car halfway in the grass of your front yard, slamming the gear into park. he dances his way out of the car, waiting for you to come around to him. he continues humming the song as he walks up to your front door, hands tapping on his hips.

the porch light is on, casting a perfect shadow on his handsome features. all you can do is smile at him as you unlock the door and slip inside. “shh.” you hush his singing, his hands reach out to settle on the familiar dip of your waist.

he kneads at your skin, “wow, you’re really soft.” he mumbles out, pulling you into him so you back is against his chest. he sneaks a few pecks against your cheek and your neck, “lock the door, dummy.” you try not to giggle at how his hair is tickling your skin.

“oh! oh yeah.” he leans back, clumsily turning the locks behind him before attaching himself back to you. “just be quiet and follow me.” you mutter.

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth, my love!” he whisper yells at you, making you roll your eyes jokingly. you opt to hold his hand to tug him up the steps, his large feet stomp loudly behind you.

“steve!” you scold with a little cackle, stifling your laughs into your fist. you both stumble into your room with a fit of giggles following. his hands don’t dare to leave your body, until you shoo him away so you can quietly shut the door. steve shuffles over to your bed to plop down on it, leaning forward to reach for his feet.

he instantly begins to take off his sneakers. thankful, that he decided to wear sweatpants instead of jeans or he would be sleeping in his underwear. which of course, if it came down to it, you wouldn’t protest.

you stroll over to your nightstand, pulling out your infinite food stash; multiple bags of chips, a bag of famous amos chocolate chip cookies, a box of pop tarts, fruit snacks, and candy bars. he sits up on your bed, legs hanging off the side as he watches with big eyes.

“a stoners dream!” steve exclaims much too loudly, making you jump on him in panic. your hand cups over his mouth and all you can do is laugh at him in shock, “shut up!” you sputter out, head falling to rest on his knee as your shoulders tremble with laughter.

your hand falls from his mouth to rest on his thigh as he busies himself opening a bag of doritos, “so good.” he raises his eyebrows at you as he chews.

you snatch the cookies before pulling yourself up on the bed to sit next to him, “this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth.” you mumble with your mouth full of cookies, “i can think of something even better.” steve’s full mouth turns up into a cheeky grin. all you can do is scoff, but you can’t help but smile.

his eyes flutter shut blissfully as he chews. you never thought you’d be high, eating food in the dark on your bed with steve harrington.

after rummaging through your snacks some more, your eyelids begin to feel too heavy. all you want to do is sleep. you choose to shove all the food off the side of your bed to your floor, instead of putting it back. just so you can crawl under the covers more quickly.

steve follows your movements with his eyes, but doesn’t move to join you. “come on, harrington. i’m cold.” your bottom lip juts out to pout, your hand pats the bed.

steve beams at you from your invitation before slipping underneath the covers. his arms snake around your waist, fitting his head in the crook of your neck as he curls against you. his lips absentmindedly press soft pecks against your warm skin.

your hand cards through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “i really like you, steve. a lot more than i would’ve ever imagined.” you admit into the cool air, slightly shuttering from your confession.

steve’s arms tighten around you, dragging himself up higher so his mouth is next to your ear, “i really, really like you too.”

his raspy voice sends a shiver through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. he flips onto his back, pulling your body with him so you’re on top of his chest. you can’t help but bury your face into his shirt.

“please don’t let this ruin our friendship.” your voice is muffled.

“what? hey- that’ll never happen. i haven’t felt more closer to you than i have tonight.“ his fingers gently trace the bumps of your spine from under your sweatshirt.

“seriously though, you’re amazing. i could never have anything ruin my friendship with you.”

you lift your head up, resting your chin on his chest. the moonlight streams in from your window, illuminating his face just enough to be able to see his loving expression.

“steve harrington. you’re going to be the death of me.” you chuckle as you crane your neck up to kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours.

who would’ve know that tonight would have ended up like this? you, in steve harringtons arms in your bed, high out of your minds.

just wait until the kids find out about you two. they’re gonna lose their shit.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things request

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inkybinkyboink · 3 days

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marauders weed headcanons bc guess what baybee??? im a free man motherfucker 🙇🏻

let's get it out of the way, peter hogs the joint. im sorry.

normally this like. doesnt bug me all too much but he's too scared to even smoke it

he just holds it and it just burns away

peter you're wasting good weed!!!

james is excellent at re-lighting the joint without a lighter (or magic)

sirius gets really fucking paranoid if it's not the right strain

remus is stoner extraordinaire (i will die on this hill)

sirius is the best at sneaking food from the kitchens when they all get the munchies

their favorite place to smoke is the shrieking shack

though, i reckon they probably plan their excursions bc can you imagine smoking in the shrieking shack and then realizing you're fucking starving but the castle is like all the way back up the hill

i would die

i would crave death

remus does more weed than the other three

it helps with his chronic pain and i wouldnt be surprised if he has some sort of special prescription for it

i know it's the 70s, but im not abt to figure out the specifics

remus and sirius are each others favorite pillows when they're both high

it helps james get to sleep and stay asleep

peter cant take more than like 3 puffs or else he gets weed shakes

the others will help him stay calm and massage spots on his shoulders to help him relax

i can also see them doing this for sirius though id assume sirius wants remus to do it more than the other two

sirius having a really bad high and remus walking him through it, trying to soothe him to sleep so he can sleep it off

remus having a pain flareup and calling it quits at like 6pm, going to hide somewhere in the castle to smoke and not think about how much his hips hurt

dude. listen. stoner room of requirement.

i mean its. the room of requirement. if im a stoner who requires a comfy place to hide out with a comfy couch and good lighting, in theory that should appear.

peter gets the most munchies

james has the craziest thoughts

sirius falls asleep the quickest

remus is the least anxious

god stoner remus actually makes me feel whole as a person

i feel like remus likes being alone when he's high, more than he likes a blunt rotation

god they rlly are the dream blunt rotation

them talking shit while stoned

when remus indubitably goes to live with sirius at 12 grimmauld place they light a joint "for old times sake"

thats a lie, remus never quit, he just wanted to help sirius unwind

remus helping sirius cope with what happened with him getting falsely convicted and sent to azkaban by smoking a joint with him every night on the steps and just talking

not about prison, or what happened, even

just...talking

about anything sirius wants

it helps him re-familiarize himself with the world around him without getting too spooked.

#marauders #the marauders #wolfstar #tw weed #heads up- in this post i write very positively abt weed and cannabis! personally ive had very positive experiences with it and its helped m #manage my own anxiety and struggles. im aware this experience isnt universal! im not trying to promote ppl using weed i just like projectin #my own experiences onto characters that make me feel warm teehee whoopsie #make your own opinions and if we disagree thats cool we can coexist i love you have a nice night

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eddiemunsonsimpp · 2 years

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Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader | part two

Part one

Masterlist

Warnings: drug use(🌿) slight spice if u consider making out spice??

Tags: banter, fluff

Wc: 2.6k

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As you finished your final tasks of your shift, you felt a growing anxiety in your stomach. Hanging out with Eddie for the first time since Sophomore year? And he called it a date? You sighed deeply, running your fingers through your hair.

“Dude, you’ve gotta stop being nervous. You two were attached at the hip as kids, well into high school. What’s so different now?” Steve crossed his arms. You groaned and pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes.

“I don’t know! It’s just… weird. We haven’t hung out in practically five years. And he called it a date, Steve!” You hissed.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“So? Maybe it’s not a date-date, maybe-“

You cut him off,

“But what if it is a date-date! I’m not looking for a relationship, and I’ve never thought of Eddie like that before!”

Robin groaned at you and Steve’s incessant arguing.

“Can you two shut up, please? You’re giving me a headache, seriously!” She walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Look. Just go, watch the movie, catch up, smoke some weed. I know it might be weird, or awkward, but you’ll be okay. And maybe Steve’s right! Maybe it’s not a date-date, and maybe he just said that. Like-.. like put the date in your calendar type of thing! O-or, maybe he meant it as li-“ You grabbed Robin’s hands that were still on your shoulders as she began to delve into one of her infamous ramblings.

“Okay, okay. I’ll just go.” You nodded. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Exactly!” Robin enthused.

“I dunno, I mean he is rumored to be a cult leader, so who knows-“ Steve started joking before Robin reached over and smacked his arm. “Shut up, Steve!” You and Robin sounded in unison.

You sighed deeply and walked towards the back to clock out and grab your things, with a quick goodbye to Steve and Robin, you saw Eddie’s van pull up right on time as you walked out the door. You waved and smiled brightly, a giddy feeling washing over you as you hopped into the van.

“Sweet Leaf?” You queried. Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “God, Munson, you’re like.. the least subtle stoner ever.” You giggled at yourself. He grinned. “Says the one that listens to Grateful Dead and Hendrix.” He retorted. You feigned offense, clutching your chest.

“Excuse me? They’re classics, thank you very much! And how did you know what I listen to anyway?!”

“You blast music in your car every single time you pick Dustin up from Hellfire, do you really think nobody else can hear it?” He spoke sarcastically, but smoothly.

A slightly awkward silence filled the car as you crossed town. You twiddled your thumbs before deciding to break the silence.

“So, repeat senior, huh?” You grinned. He returned your grin and chuckled.

“Ah, yeah. But, so long as I pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s I’ll be good.” You nodded.

“God, her class was the fucking worst.”

“Right?!”

“What grade do you need to pass?”

“A ‘D’.”

“Ahh, you’ve got it then! Easy.” You reassured. “Hell, if you wanted, I could always help you study!” You smiled.

“You don’t have to do that, really-“

“It’s no problem, Eddie, really! I mean, shit, I don’t have anything to do on my off days anyway. I wouldn’t mind helping you out, so long as you paid me somehow.” You shrugged.

“Would weed payments do?” He chuckled.

“Of course, perfectly acceptable form of payment.” You grinned.

“Who do you buy from nowadays?”

You giggled.

“Who do you think? There’s only one other dealer than you in Hawkins.” He laughed.

“Oh, please, I could give you way better deals than Rick.”

“Like what? He already gives me a quarter for $20!” Eddie scoffed.

“Make it half for $20, family and friends discount?” He grinned, and your eyes went wide.

“Shit, you’ve got yourself a deal, Munson.” You giggled.

Finally, after the two of you continued to chat and joke with each other the rest of the ride over to his trailer, successfully soothing all of the nerves you previously had, Eddie parked in the small driveway.

“Is Wayne still working at the plant?” You asked as you grabbed your bag, going to open your door yourself before Eddie quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat, running over to your side and opening it for you, making you laugh.

“Yeah, he is. He won’t be back until the morning.” You nodded as you bounded up the all too familiar steps, swinging the door open. The familiar scent of tobacco, coffee and weed filled your nose and you felt yourself relax again.

“Sorry about the mess…” Eddie mumbled, scrambling to pick up leftover beer cans and various trash and dishes that littered the coffee table, causing you to giggle. “Oh, please, you should see my room. I don’t care.” You promptly set yourself on the couch, fumbling around in your bag. Eddie returned from the kitchen with two beers and various snacks of chips and candy, setting all of them down on the table and flinging the tape into the VCR.

He flopped onto the couch next to you as you finally pulled out what you were looking for, of course, a decently hefty blunt you had rolled that morning before work, and your favorite lighter. You held them up to Eddie with your eyebrows raised. He grinned and you set the objects in his hand. He raised the wrap to his eye-level, inspecting it.

You scoffed. “Okay, I know it’s not the best handiwork, but it’s smokable!” You crossed your arms.

He chuckled. “Am I gonna have to roll an entire half ounce for you?”

“I mean I wouldn’t complain if you did-“ you started, before breaking off in a giggle as he side eyed you.

He brought the blunt to his lips, lighting it up and taking a deep draw, exhaling a large cloud of smoke before passing it to you.

You sat like that for a while as the movie played, passing the blunt back and forth and making stupid comments about the film playing in front of you. Zaney, unrealistically gorey, but deeply enjoyable, especially as your highs settled in. It wasn’t until now you had noticed you had slinked closer on the couch to Eddie. A shiver ran down your spine and it clicked in your hazy brain, you were cold, and that’s why you were leaning towards him.

You grabbed the blanket that was laying across the back of the couch and spread it over yourself, nuzzling in the comfort and warmth it brought you.

Once the movie had ended, you remained planted on the couch, curled up with a blanket, surrounded by empty snack wrappers.

Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall. “You don’t have a curfew, do you?”

You shook your head. “Please, I’m 20.” He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

You looked up at him with red, glassy eyes.

“What do we do now?” You asked before falling into a fit of giggles, of which he returned.

“We could always smoke more, or just go hang out and listen to some music?”

“Both?”

He smiled.

“Both it is.”

And that slowly became your Friday routine, getting off of work and going to Eddie’s trailer to get high and watch horror movies. It was nice, the two of you being able to reconnect so seamlessly, as if nothing had changed for you both in the past five years.

After all, that’s what you two had been since you were kids. Friends. Best friends, even.

Though, that didn’t stop Steve and Robin teasing you incessantly about him over the past 3 weeks.

You rolled your eyes with a long, exasperated sigh.

“For the last time, Robin, I don’t like him like that! Never have!”

“Please! I’ve seen the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. You both clearly like each other.”

“No, we don’t! I get it, you want to live romantic escapades vicariously through your friends, Robin, but this isn’t that! I don’t look at him any sort of way.”

“Bullshit!” Steve chimed in from somewhere towards the back of the store.

You huffed again.

“Seriously, Robin. It’s not like that. I don’t have a crush on him. Don’t you think I would know if I did?”

“Not necessarily,” Steve butted-in again, popping up from behind the counter.

“You could be into him. I mean, he is kind of your type, isn’t he?”

“For fucks sa-“

“You know, he kind of does look like Kirk Hammett.”

“I hate you both. And - no he doesn’t? It’s just the hair.” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, fine. I bet you $10 that by this time next month, you two aren’t dating.” Steve asks, giving you a cocky grin.

“Absolutely.” You agreed.

Robin turned to Steve. “I bet $10 she’s gonna be the one to ask him out first.”

“Oh, please. You know she would never ask out a guy on her own volition.”

Robin flashed a $10 bill in his face.

“Fine! Fine, then I bet you $20 Eddie’s the first one to ask her out.”

“Deal!”

You rubbed your temples as you stared at the clock. “Can it please be 6 already.” You grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s almost time for you to go smoke and hang out with your boyfriend.” Steve drawled, resulting in a quick smack upside his head.

“Watch the hair!” He whined.

You planted your face promptly against the counter.

“I’m gonna kill you both one of these days.”

They both giggled to themselves.

You watched as the clock finally struck 6, allowing your freedom from capitalistic hell, and, as much as you loved them, your two best friends that were driving you insane.

You clocked out, grabbed your bag and waved them a short goodbye. You practically flung yourself into Eddie’s van, causing him to laugh.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea.”

“What’s on our watchlist this week, Munson?” You grinned as he sped down the road. You would think for a drug dealer, he would be a bit more of a safe driver.

“How about Night of the Living Dead and Dawn of the Dead?” He grinned brightly as you gasped.

“George Romero? Oh, fuck yes!” You tapped excitedly on your thighs.

And there you two were, as every Friday night, curled up on the couch, well into the second movie of the night.

You went to reach for your cup, only for Eddie to also, at the same second, reach for one of the snacks on the table, promptly bumping into your hand and leading you to spill the majority of the contents of the cup all over your shirt.

“Shit, sorry-“ Eddie started as you quickly set the cup back down and cursed under your breath.

“No-no, it’s fine-“

“No, that was totally my fault.”

“No, Eds, it’s fine, really-“ You stood up and carried yourself to the bathroom, taking a towel to your shirt in a poor attempt to dry it. You huffed and cursed under your breath again. You poked your head out of the door.

“Hey, is it okay if I grab a shirt?” He perked up hearing your voice. He looked at you in the hallway and nodded, rising to his feet. You continued to try and clean off your shirt to no avail. You rounded the corner to walk into his bedroom, only to come face to face with Eddie. You flinched and murmured another sorry, to which he chuckled at.

Eddie rummaged through his drawers and closet, eventually pulling out an Iron Maiden shirt. He tossed it onto the bed. Whether Robin and Steve were really right, or you were just very stoned, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Especially his big brown eyes. They were almost entrancing. He really was just pretty.

He turned on his heel and went to walk out the door but you stayed in the doorway.

He looked at you quizzically as you stared up at him, wide eyed and lips apart. He sheepishly brushed your hair behind your ear and you shivered against his touch.

And again, whether they were right or it was the weed,

You said fuck it.

You quickly connected your lips, earning a surprised murmur from him. You pulled away just as fast as you had started, glancing at your feet.

“I’m sorry, I’m just high-“ You started before getting cut off as he reconnected your lips, much more passionately this time. His hands dropped from your face to your waist, squeezing your sides gently. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, awaiting entry which you quickly granted. The kiss became messy, a clashing of tongue and lips and teeth as he pressed you against the wall, his hands gripping at your hips. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling slightly. You tugged at his bottom lip, causing a short whimper to escape his throat, which sent electricity through your body. You both pulled away after what felt like centuries, both of you breathing heavily, hands not leaving each others bodies.

“Shit.” You murmured, your cheeks flushing bright red.

“Well, uh… we’re both… pretty high so-“

You nodded.

“Act like it never happened?”

“Act like it never happened.” You confirmed, glancing up at him with a sheepish smile.

“I’ll go, so you can-“ He gestured to the shirt on the bed.

“Right, yeah.” You sank into yourself and moved out of the doorway, letting him slip back by to the living room.

You left the door open a creak and silently cursed yourself and shook your head as you pressed your lips together, feeling how puffy they were, and how you could still taste him. Cigarettes, weed, and candy.

You slipped out of your still soaked shirt and into the one Eddie had laid out for you. With a shaky hand you opened the door and returned to the living room, promptly shoving your old shirt into your bag to wash when you got home.

“Still want me to take you home after this?” Eddie asked casually as the movie continued. He really was acting like it never happened. You nodded a quick, ‘mhm’ and continued to watch the movie, sharing your various commentary to make each other laugh and making stupid jokes. Just like normal.

Once the movie was finished, you glanced at the clock.

“Damn, it’s almost 10:30?”

Eddie chuckled as he grabbed his keys off the table.

“Dawn of the Dead’s runtime is about 2 hours.”

You grabbed your bag and followed him out the door, immediately being blasted with the cold winter air, forgetting you were now only wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself as you shivered, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Shit, I didn’t even think to grab you something warm!” Eddie chuckled an apology as he reached behind the seat, rummaging around until he pulled out a black sweater, handing it to you. You slipped it on over your shirt, nuzzling in the warmth the sweater gave you. You sighed out a ‘thank you’.

Upon keying the ignition, your ears filled with the sounds of Robert Plant.

“Zeppelin?” You queried. “Good to know you’re not a complete pretentious metalhead.”

Eddie’s jaw-dropped and he feigned offense, clutching his chest. “Pretentious?!” He echoed.

“Yeah! Some metalheads completely denounce rock, especially Zeppelin.”

“I mean, if they can’t appreciate Robert Plant for all he is, that’s not my problem.” He shrugged, pulling a giggle out of you.

The two of you comfortably sat on the ride home, jamming out to the likes of Led Zeppelin, making each other giggle by progressively getting more and more dramatic, until you were cackling, holding your stomach as you pulled into the driveway.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help it as your cheeks flushed. You smiled at him as you hopped out of the van and nodded.

“See you tomorrow, Munson.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 1 year

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Y'know what, since i've fleshed out my new OCs a bit more i think it's time to explain them more in-detail! Starting with my danganronpa OC: yuriko togami (so needless to say: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA AHEAD!!!)

I have complete character sheets of her as well as my other OCs on arts and OCs amino (my username on there is VixinTrix)

Oh, and also i feel i need to prefice this by saying that the only danganronpa game i've played so far is trigger happy havoc. I've watched a youtube video a long time ago explaining ALL of the lore but i've tried to forget most of it so that it doesn't ruin my experience playing through the games so i may get some stuff about the game's lore wrong with this character, like i'm not sure if byakuya actually DID rebuild the togami corporation or if people just SAY that he did as a joke considering i only ever see people mention it in the comment sections of meme videos....but i mean...either way i guess it doesn't matter considering yuriko's mother CANONICALLY DIED BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN BE CONCIEVED so she's already not following established lore in that regard...

Yuriko (yuri for short) comes from a danganronpa AU where celestia ludenberg never died (how and why that is the case is up for your interpretation) and she eventually got married to byakuya, resulting in them having a daughter....that daughter, of course, being yuri!

Yuri was born as the heiress of the togami corporation, she lived a sheltered life so she never really had any friends aside from a borzoi puppy she got for her 13th birthday. Growing up all people could really see her as when they met her was just the daughter of celeste and byakuya so she felt the need to prove to the world that she was more than that so she took up chess and constantly practiced every chance she could, which eventually earned her the alias of the ultimate chess master

Personality-wise, yuriko comes off as very cold and harsh much like her parents though it's less "i'm so much better than you and i don't think you deserve my respect" but more "i genuinely do not care about anything that's going on and i just want to be left alone" which means she doesn't really emote much, but when she does she looks absolutely unhinged (think omori's battle portraits in omori)

Despite this however, yuri is very gentle and is quick to crack a joke when she needs to...though it's kind of hard to tell considering she always talks in a very monotone voice (my voice claim for her is simGM's portrayal of kourtney kardashian) plus she LOVES dogs more than anything and will sob uncontrollably if she sees a puppy

Due to the stress of being the heiress of the togami corporation and nobody seeming to care about her aside from who her parents are, she took up smoking weed sometime later in life and she became almost dependant on the substance (and yes, while i know smoking is a VERY SERIOUS thing, i feel like i need to mention that i got the idea of making her a stoner because before i actually drew her design, i liked making jokes about her recreating the "420 gucci gang, my mom took my vape" meme and stuff like that and it kinda just stuck)

Also like, a few days after i made her i realized i accidentally just reinvented my little nightmares OC myrtle soooo.....

Though in my defense, myrtle and yuriko MAY look similar and have similar character motivations but I ASSURE YOU THEY'RE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!! See, myrtle is a pretentious emo brat who takes things way too seriously and her whole story is her trying to fix the universe after she created a dimensional merge with her reality bending powers. YURIKO is a dog-loving stoner who plays chess and simply doesn't give a shit about anything

Also if you think about it, yuriko is pretty much just shaggy from scooby doo....they're both stoners with pet dogs who come from rich families....not only that but considering yuri is a DANGANRONPA OC, that also means she probably solves mysteries....god fucking dammit...

#scheduled #oc: yuriko #tw drug use #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #digital illustration #danganronpa #danganronpa oc #danganronpa fan character #danganronpa fankid #explaining my ocs #oc #ocs #danganronpa spoilers #tw smoking #tw weed #she's less of a celesgami fankid OC and more of a fusion between my little nightmares OC myrtle and shaggy from scooby doo....

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chaoticcat32 · 1 year

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Aaaand my third Drider Eddie fic🕷️🕷️

It had been a while since everyone had found out about Eddie. They were all pretty much cool with him now, and most had made their way down into his stomach at some point or another. Though there were also some new people he met after Steve first showed him to all those people.

Take Johnathan and Argyle, for example. He definitely likes them a lot more than he liked the other guy he met. They were nice to him and were always chill. Plus, they, more specifically Argyle, introduced him to one of his new favorite things.

He remembered it vividly.

He was taken to the Byers residence by Will so he could show him this ‘D&D’ thing. Of course Steve had to tag along so he could “supervise”. They walked at night through the woods so that it would be harder for anyone in town to see Eddie. The trio quickly made it to Will’s house, opening the door and hurriedly rushing inside. Joyce was in the living room, greeting them as they came in.

They all said their hellos, Will telling her they’d be in the basement. They walked downstairs, and a wave of a certain skunky smell hit their noses. Both Will and Steve immediately knew what it was, rolling their eyes, but Eddie just wrinkled his nose, wondering what was making the smell.

“Hey, uh Eddie, maybe you shouldn’t-“

But it was too late. Eddie had already made it to the bottom of the stairs and the sight that met him was two guys he’d never seen before and a bunch of smoke in the basement. One of the boys looked to be desperately fanning the smoke out the little window near the ceiling and the other boy was just staring at him.

“Hey look Johnathan, that’s a biiiig spider, man.”

“Argyle, what’re you-“

Johnathan turned from the window, looking at what Argyle was talking about and he screamed, jumping back. Eddie apparently seemed to take the two as a threat and began hissing, baring his fangs and extending his claws. Argyle stepped back a bit, but otherwise seemed unfazed. Johnathan, on the other hand, was as far up the wall as he could go, staring wide-eyed at the Drider and hyperventilating.

“Heyyy, spider dude, it’s fiiine, man we’re not doin’ anything.” Argyle said, stepping forwards.

“Whoa, man. You’re like, a biiiig spider, dude.”

Eddie stopped hissing, tilting his head and looking at the human who was now but a foot in front of him.

“Does this human have no survival skills?”

“No, no he doesn’t, at least not when he’s high.”

Will cut in front of them, trying to get Eddie to see that he wasn’t a threat.

“He’s harmless, they both are. The one in front of you is Argyle, and the guy over there is my brother Johnathan.”

Eddie’s ears relaxed to the side of his head, and he crawled up to Argyle, directly in front of the stoner, looking down at him.

“What’s he doing?” Asked Will.

“I think he’s trying to intimidate him?” Said Steve.

“Whoa, man. I think you need to chiiiill. How’s about some purple palm tree delight?”

Eddie tilted his head, not knowing what the hell this strange human was talking about.

“You are not getting the spider high, Argyle.”

Johnathan seemed to come to his senses and stepped up to Argyle, eyeing Eddie warily.

“Why not, man? He seems like he could use it.”

He pulled a joint out of his pocket and handed it to Eddie, the drider taking it in his hand and looking over it, carefully inspecting the thing. Steve immediately snatched it out of his hand, causing Eddie to whine and try and grab it back.

“Absolutely not.”

Eddie pouted, wanting to know what it was that Steve wouldn’t let him have. He turned to Argyle, seeing if the man had any more. Argyle watched until Steve turned around and pulled out a plastic-wrapped brownie from his pocket.

“This’ll do the trick, man.” He whispered.

Steve, however, was right there and heard what Argyle had said, whipping around to take the second joint. It was not a joint this time though, and by the time Steve realized what it was, it was too late. Eddie had shoved the entire brownie into his mouth, plastic and all.

“Whoa, man. You’re not supposed to eat the whole thing, brochacho.”

Eddie had already swallowed, though, sending the cannabis-filled treat to his stomach. Steve just sat there, gawking at what just went down, now knowing he’d soon have to deal with a high Eddie. Johnathan pulled Argyle aside and scolded him, telling him he should not have given him the edible.

It took a few minutes of anticipation-filled waiting before it started to hit the drider, Eddie beginning to feel weird. He started giggling at everything that was being said, his mind foggy.

“God dammit it’s starting.”

“H-hey, what’d ya mean it’s starting? what’s starting?” The questions were punctuated with giggles.

“How’re you feelin’ big guy?” Asked Steve, looking warily up at Eddie.

“Hehe, I feel gooood, like I’m on a fluffy cloud.”

Then Eddie’s stomach growled.

“Sounds like someone’s got the munchies, man.” Responded Argyle.

“Steeeeve, I’m hungryyyyy!”

Eddie padded over to the man, nuzzling up against him.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.“

Eddie nuzzled in further, his face pressed into the crook of Steve’s neck. Then he opened his mouth and placed a long lick on the side of Steve’s throat. Steve immediately jumped back, face going red.

“Eddie! What’re you doing?!”

“Hungry.”

He pressed up against him once more, grabbing the smaller man and placing licks on his face. Steve tried to push him away, but his efforts were futile. Eddie had a strong grip. The licks soon turned into Eddie’s mouth stretching over his whole face, engulfing his head. Will wasn’t really fazed, he’d seen Eddie do this before, but the other two boys certainly hadn’t.

“Whoa, whoa, what the hell is he doing?” Asked Johnathan in a panic.

“It’s fine, he’s done it before.” Said Will

“That’s not a snack, man. I can get you a pizza or somethin’ if you’re that hungry brochacho.”

Eddie ignored everyone else in the room and just continued licking Steve’s face in his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. Eddie sure was taking his time. The spider took his first swallow, sending Steve’s head into his throat, allowing the man’s shoulders and chest to enter his mouth. He licked the exposed skin, purring in delight at the delicious taste. He was more so mouthing and licking at the man then eating him. He chewed softly on him a bit, never once breaking the skin, but enjoying his taste. He gulped for the second time, sending the next section into his esophagus, and more of the man into his mouth. Steve tried to wriggle farther in, wanting to speed up the process since Eddie was evidently taking his sweet time. The warm, wet muscles were slick, but still had a strong hold on the man, keeping him in place. He took another lazy swallow, now only Steve’s legs were sticking out of him. He kicked over them, taking in the flavor and gently mouthing those as well. Steve could feel saliva trailing down his legs, shivering a bit at the odd sensation. Eddie swallowed down the fist half of his legs, and Steve’s head popped into the stomach. It was weird to feel most of his body inside of Eddie’s, but still feel part of it outside. He felt as the drider’s hands met his feet, working to pull off his shoes. Eddie swallowed again, pulling Steve entirely into his mouth, lips closing around his feet. He licked over the last bit of the man, humming and pushing the feet to the entrance to his throat with his tongue. Steve twitched, the feeling of the tongue on his feet tickling a bit. Eddie gulped one last time, sending the rest of him into his stomach, the smaller man curling up inside. Eddie’s purr deepened, eyes closing in bliss.

“What the hell did I just watch?” Asked Johnathan. “I’m having a bad trip, aren’t I, Argyle?”

“Nah, man that spider dude totally just munched that other dude. That was Narly.”

“I told you, they’ve done it before. Steve is fine.” Will said again, bored.

“I was going to show him my D&D stuff, but you guys got him high.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, that was all Argyle.”

“He looked like he needed to chill, man.”

“What even is he? Is the spider part really there, or am I just hallucinating?”

“No, he’s half spider. Steve found him in the woods, but we don’t really know exactly what he is. His name is Eddie, by the way.”

“Half tarantula, I’m a tarantula. I’m not a spider.”

He pouted a bit, crawling over to the giant beanbag in the corner and curling up on it.

“Tarantula, whatever.” Will said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey. I’ll eat you too, punk.” He said, lifting his head a bit.

“Ohh nooo, please don’t.” He said sarcastically.

Eddie looked at him, eyes narrowed.

“You’re lucky I’m full.”

Eddie was high for hours, eventually going to sleep for the night, taking up the whole giant beanbag. He only sobered up in the morning, spitting Steve out and they both headed home. Needless to say, Eddie decided he liked Argyle and Johnathan.

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Eddie didn’t like baths. He hated getting in the water, and a bath meant water. For that reason, he tried his best to keep clean, avoiding the mud, trying not to eat messily. But sometimes, trying to keep clean wasn’t enough.

“When’s the last time you took a bath, dude?”

Eddie froze. He was hanging out with Steve in his house, just the two of them, when the other man spoke that sentence.

“Uhh…”

“You kinda smell, Eddie. Not trying to be mean or anything, but I think you need a shower.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I-I wouldn’t fit.”

“We have a really big tub in the master bedroom, I bet you’d fit in it. Is that why you don’t take baths?”

“No, I hate the water.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Come on, we’re getting you a bath right now.”

“No Steve! I really don’t like getting wet! Plus it’s hard to wash my whole body…”

“It’s fine, okay? I’ll help you wash, too. I’ll be there the whole time if you want.”

“But I’ll be naked.”

Steve gave him a look.

“You’re naked all the time, dude. I’ve seen you without a shirt on, and that’s all you wear.”

Eddie looked down, not knowing what to say to that. He’d been defeated.

“Come on, I’ll make sure the water’s really warm, okay?”

“Okaaaayy.” He said, pouting.

He reluctantly followed Steve into the master bathroom, and he had to admit, that was a pretty large bathtub. He’d definitely fit inside, much to his dismay. Steve filled it up, repeatedly holding his hand underneath it so he could check the temperature.

“Is this good?”

Eddie put his hand in, pulling it out soon after.

“A little warmer.”

Steve turned the knob to the hotter side, letting it fill the rest of the tub. It didn’t take nearly enough time to fill, in Eddie’s opinion. When the water was about eight inches from the top, Steve turned off the water, letting it calm down.

“Alright, time for you to get in, big guy.”

Eddie grumbled a bit, tentatively putting one leg at a time into the warm water until his body was fully inside. He sunk down, letting the water rise to cover his abdomen. He crossed his arms, pouting a bit as he sat completely still. Steve rolled his eyes.

“So you’re gonna make me do this whole thing, huh?”

Eddie was silent.

Steve sighed, grabbing the shampoo and emptying a bit into his hands. He sat on the side of the tub, reaching up to put the shampoo into his hair. He used both his hands, scratching Eddie’s scalp as he lathered his curls. The white foam filled his hair, covering Steve’s hands as well. Eddie closed his eyes. He didn’t remember it ever feeling this good when Wayne helped him. Granted, Wayne hadn’t washed his hair since he was six, him insisting he do it himself afterward, but still. It didn’t feel as good when he did it, either. He started to purr, his eyes still closed in bliss.

Steve laughed. “Thought you didn’t like baths.”

Eddie playfully nipped at his arm, not really biting him at all. Steve then picked up a cup, filling it with water and blocking Eddie’s face with his other hand as he poured it over him to rinse out his hair. It took a few cupfulls, the shampoo gradually leaving his curls. Steve then picked up the conditioner, putting that in his hands and smoothing it into the drider’s hair. Not lathering it this time, but still making sure it was fully in his hair.

“I thought you already washed my hair.”

“I did, this is to make it more smooth and less tangly.”

Eddie snorted, laughing at how particular Steve was with hair, but he wasn’t complaining. Steve unfortunately made Eddie wash his own upper body, staring at his fuzzy spider half.

“Sooo, do I use soap or shampoo to wash your spider half…”

Eddie just shrugged. He had no idea either. Steve opted for the soap, figuring it wouldn’t do any harm and it’d still get him clean.

“You start on your front legs and those weird little things you have in front of your body and I’ll do your back legs and abdomen.”

“They’re called pedipalps.” He said, offended.

“Whatever, just wash them.”

“Fine.”

They both got to work, Eddie taking some soap in his hands and starting on his pedipalps. Steve lathered his abdomen, spreading the soap across the wide area. He made sure to get every spot, scratching the soft hairs and skin underneath. He then got to a certain spot, the junction where his human half met his abdomen and when he scratched it, Eddie nearly went limp. His whole body froze, then relaxed even more than it had been before, his eyelids blinking slowly and he started purring like a car engine.

“You okay Eddie?”

“Y-yeah, that just felt… really good.”

“Huh. Noted.”

Steve continued spreading the soap all over him, and when he was done lathering, he gently pushed Eddie’s body into the water. By the time Eddie was done with what he could reach, Steve only had his back two legs left to do, and he finished them quickly, careful not to nick himself on the little claws on his feet.

When they were done, Steve lifted the drain on the bath and Eddie stepped out. There were towels laid across the ground to soak up the water. He took a few more towels, using one to dry his legs and another for his abdomen, plus one more for his hair. Then he got out the hair dryer. He plugged it in the wall, turning it on and facing it towards Eddie. He jumped back.

“What the hell is that?”

He eyed the little machine suspiciously, looking at it with disdain. He growled at it, not liking that it was loud.

“Hey, it’s just a hair dryer, it’s fine, see?”

Steve pointed it at himself, the hot air blowing his hair back. Eddie looked, wide eyed and jumped forward to grab it, but then realized it wasn’t hurting him so he just stared at it.

“See? It’s okay. It’s just to dry you off better. I’m gonna use it on your legs and abdomen, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve gently took one of his legs and turned the blow dryer around, the hot air flowing over it. Eddie’s eyes widened, looking at what was happening to his leg. It felt nice, the warmth spreading through his leg as Steve handled it gently. When he moved onto the next leg, he couldn’t help but notice how fluffed up the previous leg was. He gently put his hand on it, feeling the soft hairs. As Steve continued, going from leg to leg, each one he finished was just as fluffy as the last. Next, he moved onto his abdomen, starting where his torso met his spider half and working his way back. He got that limp feeling again, and began purring hard, melting into the feeling. Steve just chuckled and continued blow-drying him, petting softly at the newly-fluffy fur. Eventually, he finished, and Eddie’s spider half was little more than a huge ball of fluff.

“What about my hair?” Asked Eddie curiously.

“Well, we should brush it first before we dry it.”

“Brush it?” Eddie tilted his head.

“You-you’ve never had your hair brushed?”

“No…”

Steve opened his bathroom drawer, pulling out a long stick that was thicker on top and had little things sticking out of it.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a hairbrush.”

Steve walked over to him, climbing up on top of his fluffy abdomen, taking the ends of his hair in his hands. He put the brush into it, trying to gently bring the bristles through it. He made sure he grabbed the hair in his hand, brushing the ends so that Eddie wouldn’t feel it. It took a while, but eventually all the ends of the curls were tangle-free. Now for the hard part. He wouldn’t be able to make this part painless, so he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. He put the brush in, pulling it down and through the tangles, the bristles getting caught more than once.

“Oww, Steve, that hurts!”

“I know, but you need your hair brushed, okay?”

“But whyyy?”

“Because it’s so tangly and knotty! It’ll feel so much better when it’s brushed out.”

Steve continued brushing, all the knots and tangles making the process long and difficult. Many shouts and groans and hisses punctuated the process, Eddie crying at the pain. Steve tried to go easily, making the process as painless as he possibly could. He winced every time there was a snag, every time Eddie cried out, every time he flinched. But eventually, all the knots came free, all the tangles were brushed out, and his hair was smooth. Steve continued brushing, making sure all of them were out. Eddie liked the feeling now, it didn’t hurt anymore and the feeling of the brush against his head was amazing. He began to purr once more, Steve gently running his hands and the brush through this hair. After Steve was done and pulled the hairbrush away from his head, Eddie whined, wanting more.

“That’s it, hair’s all brushed.”

Eddie grumbled a bit but followed Steve out of the bathroom and over to the living room. Eddie hopped on the couch as Steve turned on a movie, laying next to him, leaning up against him. Eddie felt the warmth of Steve on his body, closing his eyes, sleepy from the day’s events. They both eventually fell asleep like that, unable to even finish the movie.

#eddie munson #safe vore #soft vore #steve harrington #stranger things vore #stranger things #steddie #drider #argyle #johnathan byers

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papercuts33 · 6 months

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i kind of miss summer, i miss the salt droplets that clung to my hair and the summer-y blush that tinted my pale skin but i don't miss it either-- i miss dancing in the warm summer rain, grasping my friends hands in mine and i miss the fireworks that used to shoot up into the sky at ten at night when we'd sit on picnic blankets, snuggled on each other's shoulders and cozy with love

i graduate in three years and i still don't know what i'm doing or where i'm going, i'm scared i might turn out a broken stoner-- i'll turn out an alcoholic that fell face first into a pile of hell, and you won't want me anymore-- maybe i'll change my voicemail to 'so long, goodbye, i'm signing off.' maybe i won't be around much longer

next summer could turn out worse than ever, what if last summer was the last time i'd ever get to have fun? what if we all turn out to be stoners-- sit on the warm sand of the beach, lighting blunts with stolen lighters and laughing over the death of our friends-- graduated eighteen years young, the day i was born i learned how to grow up

i'll miss you, i'll miss you-- enjoy your time with me before i go wrong, graduating soon with a cap on my head until i show up to my ceremony stoned out of my mind with pain sparkling inside my eyes; would any of you save me from that? they found him dead in the parking lot, i could've saved him, he was my best friend--

kneeling over the casket, tears in my eyes when i didn't get to say goodbye but my lips have a smile since i'm still high-- eighteen years young, i've had my fun, so i wouldn't trade it for anything

last summer, the time of my life-- this summer, live or die. watching the clouds float by in a pastel sky, running across the beach with bare feet and life so sweet. two years ago, i knew how to say no to what would be the poison in my veins but next year i might think that being high is okay

maybe next year i'll find a dealer, i'll hit a vape against my lips, even when i don't want to-- i'll feel so sick, and i'll remember summer used to be such a hit and i couldn't get rid of the happiness of it-- yeah, i wonder what it feels like to smoke and get high but i'm scared to try, i'll read these messages and never reply, maybe you'll think i died

do you still want me around? we can twirl again joyful in white dresses, my faint memories are still within and i'll never make peace with them-- educated, graduated and listened to them as they fought

life goes on, it goes on-- and the people you once knew, they're all gone, rest in peace tattooed on my wrist since all those i knew stoned and smoked their way through-- miss the innocence of summertime, when i knew we'd all live through, and now i don't know what i’m going to do

#deep thoughts #jae rambles #machine gun kelly #talking #ramblings #sad #summer

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unpaid-teenage-therapist · 2 years

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i dont like being miserable. i dont like laying in bed blasting music and scrolling through pinterest while barely even stoned, saving pins of other people being happy to boards i make to fulfill my feeling of longing for something ive never even had. i had one summer, a couple months with a few people that just so happened to complete reroute the path of my life and change who i was completely. im forever grateful for it, of course, and surprised at how much we managed to do in such little time.

we got arrested, had parties, went to the hospital, fell asleep on the roof, rode up to the cemetery on scooters, became possibly the worst homie hoppers to ever exist, and blasted lil peep and other emo ass shit the whole time.

my music taste, my style, my hair, my face, my voice, my entire identity became someone i barely recognize in the span of a few months. it was slow enough at the time for me to not have noticed, but now its all i can see. all i can see is then and now, and small bits in between. fuzzy memory, "because of all the drugs i do" according to my dad. i wouldnt admit it to him, but hes not wrong. even if he was joking, im not.

i can definitely say i like who i am now better than who i was before, but do i even know who i am? like, seriously?

i feel like ive created so many different versions of myself to keep everyone happy that i have no idea who i am. i know what i like, and things i do, and people i love and care for, but im very selective on who i tell what and theres very few people who see all different sides of me. not in a fake way, because none of it is me lying—i simply dont share some opinions i have with some people, or only tell others certain things instead. more like hiding i guess.

i like monster trucks. i like reading, and writing. i like anime, even though i dont watch it as often as i used to. i like comics, digital especially. i like art, of all forms. i love listening to music of almost all genres. i like collections, especially at the moment of pins, crystals, stickers, anything witch related, and stoner stuff. speaking of which, i do drugs (and no im not flexing that, im simply stating it as a fact). i smoke, and drink, and take things i probably shouldnt only 12 hours before im supposed to go work for my grandfather all day. i like coloring in childrens coloring books with kids stuff like crayons and big markers. i like having the lights on, especially my xmas lights that i have bordering my tapestry. i like trying different fashions, and styles of clothing. i like finding new songs to listen to and enjoying nostalgia from older music. i like beanies, and putting pins on them. i like accessorizing, wearing more than a necessary amount of rings and necklaces and bracelets. i like cool socks, with completely random things like tacos and eggs or aesthetic tye dye colors with marijuana leaves. i like the idea of skating, despite not knowing how to do so. i like facetiming, no matter how much i hate seeing my own face i love seeing other people's. i like random hang outs, where we have no plan and make it up as we go. i like giving, no matter who its to or what it is. im a lover, i love hard and deep and fall quite fast and unexpectedly. i show love with physical affection, such as hugs, kisses (not exclusively on the lips/sexually), hand holding, other forms of touch, and with gifts, as a way to physically show my appreciation with something someone could look at and hopefully think of me when they see it. i take thousands of pictures and videos of people, from my closest friends to absolute strangers, because having those memories is so important to me. i want to have a kid one day, maybe multiple. i want to get married. i want to have a car, and learn to drive. i want to professionally babysit (as in for someone other than my mother or a family friend), as thats my dream job, even if only for a while. i want to find a career, in hopefully something related to writing or something i enjoy. i want to work somewhere that makes me happy, even if its a mcdonalds drive thru. i want to go to college, have poloroids of my friends and lover/s hanging above my bed with string lights and posters scattered on the wall. i want to go to parties, to hold back people's hair when theyre throwing up, to have to call an uber to take me home as my ride left early and im too intoxicated to get myself home safely on public transit. i want to take road trips to finally meet people ive had to love from the other side of the screen for so long. i want to have one of those extremely sappy videos of us falling to the floor from how fast we run into each other, holding each other and not letting go. i want to have my phone wallpaper be us holding hands, or hugging, or kissing, or anything. i want to go on all my dream dates, and finally do the one thing ive put on every bucket list since i was a kid—skydive.

all of that seemed so out of reach before i met him. hes the one whos finally truly began to bring me out of this dark place, whos finally showing me that i deserve love and all the things ive longed for in a person my entire life. ive of course wanted to live for people before, but he makes me want to live not only for him (and other loved ones), but for myself. he makes me want to live just to live.

#personal vent #kind of became a love ramble at the end so my bad #doesnt make a lot of sense but putting my thoughts into words

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myaheartsmarkie · 2 years

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synopsis: johnny has been a very loyal customer of yuta’s, he’s been supplying him with weed since the first time johnny smoked. yuta had never met his roommate though, every time he came over to smoke you were always else where. after one smoke session, yuta becomes more than just your roommate’s dealer...

warning(s): 18+ only!! pls, minors dni!! pwp, some fluff if u squint lol, small angst, smut smut smut!!, lots of teasing, so much dialogue, sexual tension!!, cursing, jealous yuta!, cross faded (weed + alcohol consumption) drug intoxication (just weed, none of that crazy shit lmao), unprotected sex (wrap it up ya nasties), fingering, oral (m + f receiving!), light breath play!, face fucking, thigh slapping (just a bit!!), pet names (princess, baby, etc..) drug dealer! stoner! dom! yuta, sub! stoner! fem! reader, bsf/roomie! johnny! ( mark, haechan, and lucas appear in tiny supporting roles!! ) lmk if i missed anything please & ty !!

note from mya: yall...so this is the longest one-shot i’ve ever written but i actually enjoyed writing it...but it did take a while. props to those of y’all that write these all the time bcus...whew! and ofc this isn’t revised bcus fuck that shit. this was written for this series btw! reblog, like, and feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!!

inspo: “dreams, fairy tales, fantasies” by asap ferg x brent faiyaz

“i’m never getting drunk again” johnny slurred, his fingers massaging his temples.

you giggled looking at the boy, fiddling with the spoon in your cereal.

“you say that every time you get a hangover john” you tell him, earning a glare from him.

“fuck you” he tells you, throwing a pillow your way.

“i love you too, bestie” you stick your tongue out at your best friend.

getting up to put your bowl in the sink. you hum to yourself while washing the bowl. sitting the bowl and spoon in the dish rack. you dry your hands and make your way back to the living room. picking up your backpack and keys you walk to the front door. johnny pouts, waving bye to you.

“why do you have to go to class so early?” he asks, pout evident in his voice.

“i ask myself that every morning” you laugh, slipping on your shoes.

“who’s gonna take care of me now?!” he dramatically falls backwards, letting out a loud sigh.

“there’s advil in my medicine cabinet, drink water and make sure you eat ok?” you remind the boy. he gives a thumbs up in response.

closing the door behind yourself you make your way to the parking garage.

—

you found an empty table in the cafeteria, sitting your belongings down. once settled you pull out your phone and open instagram. clicking through the stories absentmindedly. one particular story catches your attention. you make a face at the boys recent story. it’s a selfie of him and a few other boys you don’t know. you take notice of the many alcohol bottles and red cups scattered behind them. this was probably from last night’s ‘grand frat party’. thrown by none other than the one and only jung jaehyun. who just so happens to also be your douchebag of an ex. you tap the screen, skipping to the next story.

[ party this friday! @ the NCT Frat House! ]

the deadpan expression on your face said it all. with a roll of your eyes, you put your phone back in your pocket.

—

you sighed as you walked towards your apartment, taking a hit from your pink juul. all you wanted to do was get high and take a nap. that exam for Prof. Yeong’s class was a bitch. punching in the pass code to your door you walked in, announcing your arrival. after slipping your shoes off you count the pairs, seeing two extras. you look up and find two unfamiliar men sitting on the couch. your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. the awkward air was so thick you could cut it.

“oh yn, you’re home!” johnny smiled, a pack of woods in hand.

you point to the men on the couch and johnny answers your silent question.

“yn, this is lucas and yuta. guys, this is yn” the two nod.

lucas wore a white shirt and black jeans. his muscles were quite evident. yuta was dressed in a gray sweatsuit, a wax pen in his left hand. you took notice of the many piercings and pieces of jewelry he wore. lucas wore a grin overlooking your appearance. suddenly you felt like your skirt was too short under his gaze.

yuta on the other hand didn’t change his face one bit. he barely made eye contact and when he did it was only for a second. you found it weird but brushed it off. saying bye you start making your way to your room.

“oh, we were about to roll up right now..if you wanna take some hits” johnny calls out to you.

you ponder on it, and nod your head.

“just lemme go change” you give your roommate a small smile before turning around.

after he heard your room door shut, Lucas turned to johnny.

“dude, why didn’t you ever tell us your roommate was so fine” lucas whisper shouted, not wanting you to overhear. johnny just laughs with a shake of his head.

“she had a boyfriend when we moved in together, they barely broke up like 4 months ago” your roommate replies. “so what i'm hearing..is she's on the market” lucas says slyly.

“you’re such a dog” yuta comments, taking a hit of his waxpen.

lucas fakes a pout nudging yuta’s shoulder with his own.

“your words scar me deeply, buddy” lucas says, cuddling into yuta’s side. yuta pulls an annoyed face and pushes the bigger man away from him.

“fuck off lucas” lucas laughs loudly, giving yuta his personal space back.

you walk back out of your room. now dressed in some sweats and one of johnny's hoodies you claimed as your own. you sit on the other side of johnny. he smiles at the oversized hoodie of his and continues working on the blunt.

“who brought it?” you ask, wondering what kind of weed it is.

johnny nods towards to yuta. your eyes follow.

“you did?” you point at the boy, he looks at you and nods.

“yn’s a picky little shit about what she smokes” johnny says aloud.

yuta nods in understanding, while lucas laughs at this.

“when you're that pretty, you deserve to be picky” he says, looking at you intently.

you purse your lips at his statement. not knowing what to say. instead you blush slightly and move your eyes back to johnny.

“she prefers sativa over everything else” johnny tells yuta.

“there’s no way, have you not smoked any of my shit?” the slim boy asks you.

you shake your head no.

“johnny’s selfish” you pout, leaning your head on his shoulder.

the statement earns a laugh from johnny and yuta.

“well today’s gonna change your life” yuta says cockily.

“im gonna hold you to that!” you tell him, pointing your index finger in his direction.

biting back the urge to smile at your cuteness he laughs with a nod and turns his attention elsewhere.

a few moments later johnny announces he’s finished and excitement runs through your veins.

“you want first hit?” johnny asks you, you nod excitedly.

with a ruffle of your hair he passed you the blunt and a lighter. bringing the blunt in between your lips you spark it. inhaling a few puffs your eyes go wide. swallowing the smoke you blow it out with a smile.

“holy fuck” you say, looking at yuta.

he shrugs his shoulders with an expression that says ‘i told you so’.

“this is some good shit” you compliment his stash.

bringing the blunt to your lips again you take another hit, savoring the feeling of the smoke hitting the back of your throat. passing it to yuta, you smile at him. he lets out a small laugh at your actions. sitting back into the couch he takes a few hits himself.

“you like it, huh?” johnny asks you, and you look at him with a wide smile. he laughs ruffling your hair again. you pout and push his hand away.

“stop it, im not a kid” you tell johnny, to which he only smiles at.

letting your hair down from the hair tie you run your hands through it. putting the hair tie in your mouth you attempt to fix what johnny ruined. yuta’s eyes follow your movement with heavy eyes. pulling your hair back, you twist it and put it back in a ponytail. yuta feels a rush of excitement flow through him.

“here” johnny tells you absentmindedly. you grab the blunt from his hand.

“lucas, when’s the next frat party?” johnny asks.

“tomorrow actually, you guys coming? ” johnny looks over at you.

you blew out the smoke and sucked it right back in just to push it out through your nose. you smile at yourself, not even realizing all the eyes on you. once you do, you start to giggle.

“what are you guys looking at?” you laugh, leaning towards johnny.

“we’ve been smoking together since we graduated high school and she’s still a lightweight,” johnny shakes his head.

“not funny, suh” you glare at your bestie.

“I'm sorry, but it’s true. look at you right now” he retorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you stick your tongue out at him, continuing to get higher.

after a few more hits you pass it to yuta. when he grabs it, his fingers purposely brush over your own. you tilt your head at the action. eyes following his movements as he brings the blunt up to his lips and connects his eyes with yours. you look at each other for a while before yuta motions towards the lighter in your hand. paying no mind to his open hand, you move closer and spark the blunt for him yourself. he smirks and sinks back into the couch.

“gross” johnny says, standing up.

“lucas come help me get some snacks and drinks.” the taller boy nods and follows suite.

meanwhile, you soak up yuta’s looks. his long black hair messy from his hand running through it so many times. his now sunken in red eyes, the silver eyebrow piercing glistening prettily in the light. you tilt your head, eyes moving lower. his perfect nose, pretty lips and sharp jawline. this boy was fine as hell. the question that kept running through your mind was why have you never met him? even though you are a ‘keep to myself’ typa person you haven’t even seen him around campus. thoughts overflowing your brain you didn’t even realize that you were still staring and he was talking to you.

“yn? hello?” yuta says, waving his hand in front of your face.

you blink twice, now sitting up straight.

“yeah? sorry, i was daydreaming” you sheepishly admit.

the boy laughs, passing the blunt back to you. to which you happily accept, needing a reason not to talk anymore.

“all good, were you daydreaming about me?” he asks boldly, staring right at you.

when you look back at him your nerves go crazy.

“hm? what? of course not!” you defend yourself.

yuta laughs and scoots closer to where you’re seated on the floor.

“you’re cute when you’re flustered” he taunts you, patting your head like a child.

you blink, not fully registering what’s happening right now. up close he’s way prettier. his cologne fills your nose, and his gold chain comes into view. you take another hit of the blunt not knowing how to reply. when your lips part to blow the smoke out he grabs your face. looking at him with wide eyes, crinkling your eyebrows in confusion.

“shotgun me” he says in a low dominant tone.

you don’t know why, but you listen. sitting up on your knees you tilt your head. lips only mere centimeters from each other. you blow the smoke into his mouth and he sucks it in, eyes never leaving yours. the overwhelming feeling of being this close to someone this attractive has you going weak in the knees. grabbing onto his thighs for support you let out a small sigh, looking down to the ground. you hear a low chuckle come from his mouth. looking back up, his face is now closer than before. he takes in your features, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, staring at your lips.

you struggle to find words, your throat is all dried up. so instead of using your words you showed him. crashing your lips onto his, you could taste the smoke on his lips. moaning into his mouth at the taste. his hands crawled up your body. starting at your hips, they made their way up your back and under your shirt. you snapped back to reality when the coldness of his rings touched you. pulling back you catch your breath, taking his hands into your own.

“we can’t do this here,” you whispered, still a bit out of breath.

“and you’re my roommates dealer!! i can’t be with you” you quietly shouted, not wanting the two in the kitchen to overhear.

“who gives a shit, yn” yuta said, almost like it was common sense. he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i want you, you want me” he stated, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“so who’s to say we can’t have what we want? we’re fucking grown” the seriousness was evident in his voice.

“we just met, i don’t want you. i-it’s just the weed” you said sternly, pushing his hands away. turning away from the boy with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. he chuckles at your childish antics. pinching your cheek, cooing at your cuteness.

“sure doll, whatever you say.” he taunts you with his words.

“you know if you were sober you’d still want this” turning your face to his with a finger under your chin.

you stare back at him, not letting his gaze intimidate you. with a small smile you got closer to his face. close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your features, but far enough to not be touching him.

“oh, are you tryna show me you're a big girl right now?” he teased, adjusting himself in his seat.

a playful smirk shown on his face, obviously enjoying this little game.

“it’s just my high that’s making you fine” you tell him, earning a laugh.

“you think i’m fine?” he asked, giving you a look. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him again. finding your seat again you sat cross-legged.

johnny and lucas make their way out of the kitchen and back to their respective seats. Johnny hands you your drink and mimics your seated position. your head naturally falls back to his shoulder.

“awe man, fuck you two! they smoked the rest” lucas whines. you laugh at the annoyed look on his face. you were slowly coming down from your high as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming your senses.

—

you could barely keep your eyes open in this damn class, wanting so badly to take a hit of your pen in your pocket. today was a lazy day for you, dressed in a comfortable velour sweatsuit and your favorite pair of sneakers. you didn’t bother to do anything special to your hair either. it was out of your face, held back by a pretty pink butterfly clip. you didn’t understand why statistics was a mandatory class and you were a photography major. make it make sense. just as you were about to excuse yourself from your seat and go home, a familiar figure saunters into the big classroom. his silky black hair bouncing with every step. he scans the room as if he’s looking for someone. once his eyes connect with yours a playful grin spreads across his face. making his way up to where you were sitting, he invites himself to the unoccupied one next to you.

“come here often?” he asks you, his pretty smile coming into view.

you let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head.

“what are you doing here?” you ask him, never having seen him here before.

“im in class what does it look like im doing” he tells you, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“it’s the second semester and i’ve never seen you here once” you eyed him suspiciously.

“just enjoy and appreciate my presence, doll” he throws a wink your way, sliding down in his seat. moving his arm to rest on the back of your chair. his fingers dance on your shoulder, rubbing at the material of your jacket. you pick up your pen, scribbling down whatever information seemed resourceful. paying no mind to the many eyes that were on you, eyeing the chemistry between you and the infamous man seated next to you. casually his fingers grow greedier, moving from your shoulder to your arm and eventually further down. his hand now rests on your hip, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants. you look at him, your eyes telling him don’t get any ideas. he feigns innocence, looking at you as if he’s not mere inches away from your heat. sliding his hand down your thigh and back up his fingers briefly touch your heat. you throw a glare his way, grabbing his hand in yours.

“stop it, i’m trying to focus.” you quietly shout at the man. he only laughs at you, cooing about how cute he thinks you are.

“im serious, yuta! can you please just behave” you ask him with pleading eyes. you didn’t want any attention on you. you hated it. you hated when people look at you for too long, when their eyes judge you, or when you cause a scene and everybody's watching your every move.

something clicks in yuta when you tell him to behave though. something he didn’t like. he didn’t want you telling him to behave. fuck that shit. he tells you to behave. he tells you to be a good girl for himand take his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat no matter where you guys are. and you better be fucking quiet about it too. all you’re supposed to do is shut up and listen to him. you don’t give commands, telling him what to do and what not to do. fuck that, fuck that. his dick twitches in his jeans when he thinks of teasing you in public and you acting like nothing is happening underneath the table. he thinks of all the things he can do to you. all the things he wants to do to you. shoving his dick down your throat, making you gag around his length. tears brimming your eyes as he overstimulates you as much as he wants. he swallows a groan that wishes to escape from his throat.

his eyes overlook your appearance, god you’re so pretty. he thinks to himself. watching as you push your glasses back up on your face. a few stray hairs falling in your face as your head hangs low, writing intently in your notebook. why hadn’t he introduced himself earlier? why wait so long? where the fuck have you been his whole life?

he bites his lip as he watches your tongue poke out of your mouth, wetting your lips. you didn’t do it with sexual intent, but it still made him twitch. he wanted you so bad. if he could, he would have you bent over this desk right here, drilling you from the back. making you take his whole length, fucking you into oblivion. fucking you till you couldn’t walk properly. god, that would be a sight. you stumbling out of his bed to go pee after he rearranged your guts. thinking about how cute you would look, struggling to stand because of how hard he fucked you. he smiles absentmidnely at the thought.

“knock knock, anyone home?” you softly knock on his forehead, trying to grab his attention.

the man shakes his head, finally brought back down to earth.

“yeah? what’s up?” he’s mildly out of breath, trying to recollect himself from his nasty fantasies.

“do you wanna grab lunch with me?” you ask, standing up and collecting your belongings.

“yeah, sure! what are you in the mood for?” he mimics your actions, slinging your backpack over his shoulder for you. you thank him with a smile, following behind him as he leads the way out.

“i’m not sure actually, maybe burgers? kinda want some grease” you sheepishly admit. to this he smiles at, liking your honesty.

“ok, let’s go then” he puts his hand out for you to grab. you happily oblige, intertwining your fingers.

—

john <3: babe do you want leftovers or for me to make you something fresh?

you eye the text message from your best friend. you know yuta sees it too. wiping your hands with a napkin before picking up your phone.

you: oh, im eating right now actually. so you dnt have to worry!!

john <3: hm? really? you usually come home and eat my food tho :(

john <3: who are you and where’s yn!! >:(

you let out a small laugh at his message. yuta knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is. the pet name and the fact that he’s not the center of your attention making his emotions go crazy.

you: you can still make me dinner :P

john <3: tonight’s the frat party dummy, but if ur not going then i’ll make u sumn to warm up.

you: oh yeah huh..damn

you: i have a test on monday :/ so i was supposed to study.

john <3: k, then i’ll make u sumn quick. it’ll be in the fridge for you, ok?

you: kk! bye, love u.

you sit your phone back down and look at the pouting boy in front of you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“johnny” he says.

“johnny?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“what do you mean? what about johnny?” you tilt your head out of confusion.

“how come he calls you that” yuta pouts, reaching for you hand.

“what, babe? he always does” you tell the man in front of you.

“he calls me dummy, idiot, honey, babe..ma-”

“ok ok, i get it” yuta cuts your sentence short. he lets go of your hand and folds them over his chest. why does johnny get to call you all those names? deep down he knows that it’s because you guys have been acquainted for a long time so it’s only natural. —but that’s not the point right now. he doesn’t want logic, he wants to be jealous because that’s how he feels. you laugh and reach for his hands again but he doesn’t let you.

“yuta come on, stop being petty.” you pout at the boy, he glances at you but remains unwavered. your eyebrows crinkle at his reaction, not understanding why he was being so petty. you stand and sit beside the man, wanting to get closer.

“yuta” you softly call out to him, dragging the last letter out.

raising your hand to glide across his arm, leaving goosebumps on his skin. you dip down to his neck, breath hot on his skin. he sucks in a breath. ‘keep your composure, don’t be a wimp’ he tells himself. you leave a small kiss on the back of his neck, right under his ear. poking your tongue out to kitten lick him jokingly. you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“don’t be mad at me, please” you pout, looking at him with your pretty eyes.

he sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“fucking hate you” he mumbles into your hair.

“mm sure you do” you whisper, smiling up at him.

—

yuta pulls up to your apartment, putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ride” you tell him, sending a small smile his way.

he returns the action, telling you it was nothing.

“i’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, referring to the party.

“actually not sure, i have a test to study for—on Monday” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

you don’t miss the disappointed look that washes over his features.

“you can study on the weekend though, i’ll even help you” he offers to help you, trying to get you to come to the party.

part of you wants to go, but you know you’re gonna see him. it’s a party thrown by his fucking fraternity. of course he’s gonna be in attendance, you can’t imagine seeing him. all those emotions and memories flooding to the forefront of your mind. no, fuck that. you didn’t wanna see how good he looked, or how well he’s been holding up without you. you’d rather gouge your eyes out with a pen. god you wished you weren’t so weak sometimes. you knew you had developing feelings for yuta, there’s no denying that. but jaehyhun was your everything at one point in time. he was the only one you seen, you gave him your everything for 2 and a half fucking years. so there’s no surprise as to why you still had lingering feelings for the said male. you wanted so badly to go with yuta though, to show him that he wasn’t the only person capable of moving on. the only difference being you’re not just sleeping with anyone — you genuinely liked yuta and could see yourself and him having a future. bringing yourself out of your thoughts you direct your eyes to the male in the driver seat. he looks effortlessly ethereal, the sun shining on his honey skin. illuminating his brown pupils, you smile at him.

“you’re so handsome” you blurt out. your comment makes yuta smile.

“stop, im blushing” you both laugh.

leaning in to plant a chaste kiss to your temple, he smiles down at you.

“if you come tonight, i’d be beyond thrilled,” he caresses your face, pushing the stray hairs out of your face.

“—if you choose to not come, that's fine too. it’s your choice, baby” he tells you, showing that stupidly cute smile of his. you nod in understanding, kissing his cheek. you go to open the door. stepping out and grabbing your bag, you start to wave bye. he opens his glove compartment, grabbing a clear bag. handing it to you, you grab it excitedly knowing what it is.

“is it the same from that day?” you ask, beaming at the man in front of you.

he smiles and nods his head yes. you squeal.

“handsome and he gives me free weed?! somebody pinch me” you smile widely, thanking yuta.

waving bye to each other, he watches you make your way upstairs. mumbling a small ‘cute’ seeing you skip down the hall. after waiting for you to get inside, he then pulls off.

—

you scratch your scalp with the pencil in your hand. groaning you let your head fall onto your desk. your tummy growls, practically begging to be fed. double tapping your screen you check the time on your phone. 7:30pm. you sigh, pushing yourself out of your chair. wrapping your throw blanket around your body you make your way to the kitchen. scouring the fridge for the dinner johnny left for you. your eyes land on the tupperware up at the top with a sticky note.

‘for my favorite girl <3’ you smile at the cheesy note.

you smile even harder when you realize what’s inside. picking up your phone you press the text message icon.

you: UGHH JOHNNY BEST BOY!! I LOVE U SFM

john <3: lmaooo are you high??

you: not yet,,but im talking abt what u made me :( i lub u

john <3: lol, its nothing. eat up, ok? imu

you: oh trust, will. :)) same hereeee

john <3: alr honey, i’ll ttyl.

you turn your phone off, waiting eagerly for the food to finish warming up. johnny’s question reminded you that yuta gave you some weed earlier. you were only cloud nine. your favorite food and good bud? who could ask for more? you mind drifted aimlessly as you ate alone at the table. scrolling through tiktok as you spoon the food into your mouth at the same time. eventually growing tired of social media, you close the app. with a sigh you stare at the wall ahead. now that you were fed, you did want to smoke but you can’t roll a blunt to save your life. johnny always rolling them for you. sighing you go back to your room. your mind drifted to yuta, you wondered what he was doing right now. you wanted to know what he was wearing to the party, cursing yourself for not getting his number earlier. you knew he looked good though. you didn’t even need to see proof, you knew he looked fine as fuck tonight. maybe a little too fine..your mind thought of all the girls that are probably gawking at him. hoping they could go home with him. you sat up with a pout. no way could you let that happen! yuta wasn’t available to them, he’s supposed to be yours..right? you hated the thought of any other girl receiving the same treatment as you. free weed, burgers, and company in a class he didn’t have? fuck that. you jumped out of bed and went to go shower.

—

walking up to the familiar frat house, you swallow hard. throat suddenly dried up due to the deja vu. as if on cue a familiar blue headed man shouts your name.

“yn?! is that you?!” mark yells, making his way towards you.

your eyes widened, he looks good. the taller boy walks up to you and envelopes you into a hug.

“you look so hot” he compliments, smiling at you.

“thanks, you look good too” mark laughs and hands you a beer.

“what brings you here today? you haven’t been back here in a hot minute” mark asks, arm hanging loosely on your shoulder.

you shrug not wanting to tell him.

“just cause i guess” you lie, he nods.

“well, if your still good at beer pong i could use you later!” he says loudly, slurring a bit.

you laugh and nod, bidding your goodbye’s. you make your way past the sweaty bodies inside, looking for your tall best friend. spotting the top of his blonde hair you walk in that direction. he’s standing with three others, red cup in hand. only recognizing two, haechan and yuta. the brown headed boy’s eyes widen at your sudden appearance, jumping off of the couch to tackle you into a hug. lifting you off the ground he spins you around. you let out a little squeal at the action.

“oh my god, what the fuck” he yells, out of breath. holding your face in his hands, as if he were checking if you were real.

“it’s been so long” he pouts, pulling you in for another hug. after pulling away his hands linger on your waist too long for yuta’s liking. poking his cheek with his tongue out of sheer annoyance.

“i know huh, im sorry” you look down, feeling bad for ghosting him and any other friend you made through your ex.

you thought you were making the right decision. you didn’t wanna make them choose, so you chose for them. blocking some and just outright ignoring others. you didn’t want any confrontations with anyone about who was whose friend first. fuck all that.

“it’s fine, you just better text me after tonight.” the younger boy scolds you, and you nod obediently.

yuta is now even more annoyed. are you foreal listening to him? he’s younger than you! not to mention the lack of honorifics.

“i will, definitely!” you smile, patting the younger boy atop his head.

hyuck was like a little brother to you. growing up an only child, you longed for a younger sibling. you wanted to take care of someone. haechan gave that to you. you guys grew close during yours and jaehyun’s relationship. sometimes you would even come over to see haechan and not jae.

“mmm, i missed you so much” you whined, ruffling his hair before pulling him into your chest.

the younger one melts into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist. his hands a bit too close to your ass while his face rests atop your exposed cleavage.

“me too, noona” he smiles into your touch.

yuta was beyond angry. fuming, livid, he was seeing red. he stands, scowl evident. stalking over to you and haechan he tugs your wrist. you pout, but follow him. johnny and haechan give you a look. haechan seems worried and confused, while johnny has a smirk on his lips. as if he knows something you don’t.

“yuta can you please—ouch!” your sentence is cut short when a larger man runs into you, spilling some of his drink on you.

yuta looks back at the interaction, hand still gripping your tiny wrist. your mouth was agape and the mans face wore an annoyed look.

“what the fuck! oh my god” you sighed, looking down at the sticky liquid dripping down your arms and dress.

“watch where you’re going next time” the unfamiliar man tells you, turning around nudging you in the process. yuta was already mad as hell, somebody’s night was about to be ruined and this dickhead right here seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“hey asshole — apologize” yuta shouts over the loud music. pulling you by your wrist, he protectively puts you behind his back. you cling to his arm, peeking from behind his elbow.

“what’d you say to me?” the man replies, laughing.

“i didn’t stutter, apologize. and do it now” his words dripped with dominance.

“look here, if your little dumbass back there didn’t bump into me—i would still have my drink. i think she owes me an apology and a drink” he looks around for approval from the crowd, nodding at the few laughs that erupt from the crowd.

“oh so you’re a funny guy” yuta laughs mockingly, slipping out of his jacket. he drapes it around your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

“gimme a few minutes, and you’re still in trouble” you pout at the statement, but you’re more worried about what’s going to happen.

yuta steps forward towards the man, rolling his shoulders backwards. you see johnny and haechan out of the corner of your eyes. johnny and you make eye contact and he gives you a thumbs up, probably in response to the worried expression on your face. the man steps forward as well, he’s a few inches taller than yuta but he doesn’t seem intimidated at all.

“fight! fight! fight! fight!” the crowd starts to chant.

“come on guys, i can’t knock out some—” his sentence is cut short when yuta’s fist collides with his jaw. a mixture of spit and blood come out of his mouth as he falls to the ground. with a cocky smirk yuta bends down where he’s laid, out cold.

“next time, just say sorry” he taps his cheek, taunting the man with his pretty smile.

standing up he brushes his hands off and makes his way back to you, picking up where he left off. dragging you off somewhere. you’re still shocked about what just happened, but you follow him nonetheless.

—

“thanks, for the clothes and what you did.” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your (his) jacket.

you were now dressed in one of yutas shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.you looked ridiculous.

“don’t mention it, and he was an ass” yuta says nonchalantly.

you chuckle.

“do you wanna smoke, baby?” he asks you, your head perches up at the question.

you nod eagerly. reaching out to you, he ruffles your hair with a smile. grabbing the tray from the side of his seat he asks you to hand him the bag out of the compartment in front of you. you do as your told, handing him the gram that’s inside along with a pack of raws (little papers u roll the weed in lol)

you watch intently as he rolls up, trying your best to not miss anything. you had to learn one day, johnny’s not gonna roll your blunts forever. occasionally he bring the joint to his lips to lick the paper so it’ll stay in place and you blush. may or may not wish you were the joint.

“all finished, here. you hit it first” you smile and grab the joint from his fingers.

placing it between your lips you lean forward, silently asking for a spark. he does so. puffing a few times you inhale the smoke and blow it back out. you sigh at the feeling that washes over you. nothing like the first hit.

“how do you know haechan?” yuta asks, staring at you intently.

“we met through my ex, he’s like my little brother” you answer, saying it exactly for what it was.

“ex?” he says, obviously wanting to know who you were referring too.

you sigh. passing him the joint.

“it’s a long story” you say, turning your body towards his.

“i got time” he replies, blowing the smoke out.

“yuta” you call him, he hums in response.

he turns his body towards yours as well, finding your eyes.

“if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine” he reassures you.

you wanna tell him but you also don’t wanna push him away either. after you open up to someone it’s hard for you to keep in touch. there’s a reason why johnny’s your only friend. after that breakup, you hadn’t been the same.

“next time, promise” you tell him, lifting your pinky.

he intertwined his with your sealing it with a ‘kiss’. you both laugh at the small interaction. finishing the joint you look at yuta with heavy red eyes. your high was 10x better than last time since you hotboxed the car. sitting in a cloud of smoke, breathing in the recycled air. you laugh to yourself. yuta was high as well, but his tolerance was better than yours.

“yuta!” you call out to the man and he smiles.

climbing over the middle compartment you invade his personal bubble. plopping yourself right on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs.

“what can i do for you?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.

“you said i was in trouble” you pouted, hands on his chest. that’s right, you were in trouble huh. yuta totally forgot.

“that’s right, you were in trouble.” he replies, hands traveling under your shirt.

“what did i do?” you tilt your head, trying to remember all that you did.

“you were too close to haechan” he says.

your eyes widen in surprise. haechan?! flabbergasted was an understatement!

“wait wait wait” you say, trying to wrap your head around everything

“i’m in trouble because i was too close to hyuckie?” you ask again, sounding like a broken record.

“exactly” he answers in all seriousness.

“you do realize he’s like my little brother, right? i don’t like him” you remind him.

he shrugs in response, his hands rubbing the small of your back.

“of course you don’t like him, he’s not me” he says nonchalantly, leaving small kisses on your chest.

your eyes flutter shut at the contact, hands sliding behind his neck to play with the hair on his nape. trailing his kisses up to your ear he whispers.

“get in the back, princess” you obey his command, sliding off his lap and climbing to the back.

with a grin he follows. as soon as you two are settled, he attacks your lips. kissing you hungrily his hands roam your body. trailing down your back to grip your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise, and he inserts his tongue in your mouth. the two of your tongues fight for dominance, yuta reigning victorious of course. breathing hard you both continue making out, yuta’s hands still gripping your butt. you moan when you pull away from the kiss out of breath. trying to steady you rake a hand through your hair. smirking at you he pulls you in by your hips. you let out a yelp when he pushes you down on his boner. he groans in bliss, loving the feeling of your clothed heat against him.

“make yourself feel good, love” he tells you, his hands moving to rest behind his head.

with a bite of your lip, you begin to move against his hard length. with a few shaky breaths, you set a pace. yuta smiles up at you, loving the sight in front of him. your messy hair, breath ragged, moving against his clothed length? he was so ready to put a baby in you, with no regrets either. you throw your head back when he grabs your hips and moves you faster and harder against him. his thoughts egging him on. you bite your lip to swallow the moan daring to escape. grabbing his neck you pull him in for a messy kiss. disconnecting from each other, a string of saliva following suit.

“you’re so hot” he tells you, hips still moving against each other.

only stopping once he felt too close to cumming. he would hate himself if he came in his pants like a virgin. he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, so he was set on cumming inside you. you whine his name when he stops moving against you. hands hitting his chest lightly, pouting at the man under you.

“don’t worry i’ll give you something better” he winks, flipping you under him in an instant.

you yelp in surprise. his hands toyed with the band of your sweats, eyes asking for permission. you shyly nod. he grins and pulls them down. his eyes eagerly take in the sight of your legs. bringing your legs to rest over his shoulders, he kisses your inner thighs. you let out a light groan, watching his every move. his kisses lead up to your heat and he leaves an open mouthed kiss right next to where you need him the most.

“yutaaa” you whine, hands finding his hair.

he laughs and rubs your hips with his fingers.

“what do you want?” you buck your hips up, silently answering. he tuts at your actions, slapping your thigh. a mix of a moan and a scream escapes your throat.

“use your words” he scolds you, voice lathered with dominance.

“i want you to eat m-me out” you answer, not quite able to look him in the eyes.

he leaves one more slap to your thigh, a bit harder than the first one. you moan again.

“p-please?” you add, tears brimming at the burning of your thigh. he rubs it with his fingers, and you look down at him. the skin on your thigh turning red. yuta kisses the spot he smacked, attempting to soothe the pain he caused you.

“good girl” was the last thing you heard before his mouth was on your heat.

your back arches at the contact, fingers tugging at his hair. yuta’s tongue was working wonders on you down south and you were loving every second of it. moans and incoherent slurs spilled out of your mouth. a mix of oh fuck’s and yuta’s were coming out like a chant. the familiar knot appeared again in your tummy as he lapped at your wetness.

“im gonna—” you try to warn the boy of your incoming orgasm but he was already well aware.

shoving two finger into your heat he pushed them in and out at an amazing speed. you could barely see, your orgasm taking over your whole body. your legs shook in pure bliss as you moaned out his name.

“cum for me baby” you hear him say as he’s still attacking your poor heat.

your back arches as you come, tugging at the man's hair roughly. but he didn’t stop. continuing to ravage your heat. he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, licking at your clit. you felt another oragasm building up in your tummy, closing your legs due to the overstimulation. his hands roughly pushed your legs back open. a muffled ‘keep them fucking open’ leaving his mouth. his mouth aggressively moved against your heat, bringing you to ecstasy with nothing more than his tongue once more. a screeching moan left your throat as your second orgasm washed over your body. your legs shook against his shoulders uncontrollably and you were literally seeing stars. you panted, attempting to collect yourself after what just happened. yuta sat up with a cocky smirk, loving the fucked out state you were currently in. he found it hella attractive. you look at him through hooded eyes, high definitely gone now. the only thing you were high off of was this man's mouth because god damn.

“i hope you don’t think we’re done, baby” yuta says in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

all you could do was whine in response. you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy, what the fuck does he mean we’re not finished?! yuta laughs as he helps you sit up.

“get on your knees” you nod and move to the floor in between his open legs.

your eyes looked over his hard length through his jeans. you bit your lip at the length, hands automatically going to rub it. a small moan leaves his mouth when your fingers graze over it, and your ears are in heaven. unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans you excitedly pull them down, leaving them to rest on his knees. you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on yours. he nods his head towards his length, telling you to continue. you listen and pull his boxers down, letting his cock free. your mouth was practically watering at the sight alone. he smirks, noticing the excited glint in your eyes. in a matter of seconds your mouth was on his length. dragging your tongue from bottom to the top, you swirled around his tip but didn’t take him in your mouth yet. yuta groans, not really fucking with you teasing him. he gives you a look but your ignore it, continuing to do what you wanted. teasing little kitten licks up and down his length, and small kisses to his tip. you were pushing his limits and you wanted a certain reaction from him and you were bound to get it.

“y/n” yuta’s voice was dangerously low.

you feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, too scared to lift your head. you feel his hands rake through your hair, grabbing a fistful. forcing your eyes to connect with his own. you whimper at the action. your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“do i need to do it for you?” he asks you.

you don’t answer. a mix of anxiety and excitement rushing through your veins. yuta looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“you have one more chance, princess” he warns you, collecting a fistful of your hair in his hands.

you hold your ground, keeping your mouth shut. a small ‘ok then’ left his mouth before he roughly positions your face in front of the tip of his cock. you lick your lips at the sight.

“open your mouth” you listen right away, opening wide for him.

without warning he shoves your face over his length. groaning, he holds you in place. your hands clawing at his thighs. bringing you back up by your hair he pushes you right back down. moving his hips in and out of your mouth, abusing your throat, you gasp for air in between his strokes. you could barely breathe but you were loving every second of it. you weren’t the only one either. looking up at him with tears dripping down your face, yuta groans at the sight.

“looking at me with your teary eyes is only gonna make me face fuck you harder, baby” yuta moans. picking up the pace he plows in and out of your mouth. a mixture of you gagging and spit filled the car. soon enough you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, telling you he was close. before you could even react he was pulling you up and off of his heat.

“you didn’t even cum” you pout looking up at the man, hand reaching for his cock.

it was covered in your saliva and his pre-cum. his hand pulls yours away from his length, guiding you to lay down.

“i wanna come inside you” he said in all seriousness.

you blinked at his statement. how was he so open about what he wanted?

“if you’re not on the pill i can get you some” he continues, interpreting your silence as unsureness.

“no it’s not that. i am” you tell him and he smiles, positioning himself in between your legs.

“good” bending down, he cages your head in between his arms.

leaving a kiss on your lips as he slides into you. moaning into his mouth at the burning stretch. he waits a bit for you to adjust. it’s been a long while since you’ve let somebody hit, and it was showing tonight.

“are you ok?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

you nod, arms wrapping around his neck. you move on your own, giving him the green light. he pulls all the way out and slides all the way back into you. he does this a couple more times, and it’s driving you crazy. you could feel everything, every little vein in his cock. your back arches as he rubs circles on your hips, drilling his cock into you repeatedly. your moans fill the car.

“more yuta, i want m-more” you manage to slur, nails dragging down his back.

yuta smirks and in a flash you were on your tummy. grabbing a fistful of your hair he forces you to sit up on your hands. his other hand at the small of your back, pushing it to make your arch. he slides back into you with ease, but this time he picked up his pace. movements faster and harder than just a few seconds before. incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he was fucking you into oblivion, hands still pulling your hair. you claw at the seat under you, he made you a moaning mess and you were here for it all. yuta slapped into you with no remorse, hands gripping your ass and thighs tight enough to leave bruises the next morning.

“you like that huh?” he bends down to your ear, making sure you heard him say that.

if your eyes weren’t already closed they’d be rolling to the back of your head. his dick was enough but now you were losing your fucking mind. that familiar knot formed in your tummy for the third time tonight and you could already feel it begin to become undone. your walls clenched around his cock, silently telling him you were close.

“you better not fucking come” he harshly whispers into your ear, yanking you to sit up on your knees by your hair.

this new position had you on cloud nine. his hands found your clit, rubbing circles edging you closer to your orgasm knowing he just told you to hold it. tears brimmed your eyes as you cry out in ecstasy. his name fell from your mouth as if it was a chant. you felt his strokes become sloppy, his cock twitching inside of you.

“cum. cum for me, baby” he whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe.

you let yourself become undone, your whole body shaking like crazy. not too long after yuta unloaded himself inside, just like he said he would. a comfortable silence took over, nothing but heavy panting filled the car. yuta laid you down gently, pulling his hoodie back over your body. throwing back on his boxers he opted out to steal the sweats you had on, not wanting to put his jeans back on.

“i can’t feel my legs,” you say, earning a loud laugh from yuta.

you wish you were being dramatic but it was true, you literally couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. yuta opens the door, tugging you by your legs to the edge. picking you up, he kicks the door closed. sitting you down in the passenger seat he kisses the crown of your head lovingly, buckling you up. starting the car after getting you settled he looks over at you. your hooded eyes heavy with drowsiness, obviously sleepy. he watches as you curl up in the seat, wrapping your arms around yourself. turning the heater up he pulls off, heading home.

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turning the engine off yuta looks over at your sleeping figure. he admires you for a second, watching your chest rise and fall. it brings a smile to his face. walking around the car he scoops you from your seat, your arms and legs fastening around his body immediately. with a smile, he locks the car as he makes his way into his apartment. upon arrival he lays you down on his bed, tucking you in. standing he goes to fetch you some water from the kitchen he feels you gripping his shirt, making him look down at you.

“lay down with me” you tell the man and he does.

laying in between his legs you rest your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

you didn’t know what you two were but all you knew were two things. you were comfortable as hell right now, and you didn’t wanna lose him no matter what.

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note from mya: feedback is greatly appreciated! but if you’re reading this ilu muah, i hope u have an amazing day/night :) <333

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womensblood · 2 years

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This is gonna be my first actual post cause I’m. A loser.

Slasher(s) Having A Stoner! S/O

Michael “Old Man” Myers (2021 version)

Not the first time he’s dealt with stoners, and clearly, it isn’t the last.

He’s not admitting it to your face EVER but sometimes… you’re funny.

He found himself huffing out a laugh through his nose and he was gonna kill you legit because he thought you heard him. You didn’t.

He tried weed once, and that was it. He doesn’t even remember what it felt like, and he doesn’t really care for drugs.

He would never smoke weed WITH you, but, maybe, and that’s a big fucking maybe, he’d do it on his own time while you’re away. He wouldn’t want you seeing his face while he smokes.

If he does get high, he’d be virtually the same, but he’d be a little more… relaxed. But he’s still constantly alert and paranoid cause it be like that sometimes.

His personality doesn’t really change, at all, and he doesn’t let himself get too high. But the smell lingers on him (if he does do it) and you can smell it fucking RADIATING OFF OF HIM but you know how he is so you don’t say anything.

Stu Macher

Would genuinely be hurt if you smoked without telling him. Like, bro?????

“I’m not some fucking narc, [Y/N], god” >:(

Stoner buddies. Tee-hee.

He’s actually really fun to be around when he’s high. Sometimes he’s a little annoying, but you don’t care cause he’s your boyfriend and you’re also high, so you’re also annoying by default lol

He’s always cracking jokes, and sometimes you have to try not to laugh because he says something REALLY fucked up about his victims and you just. Can’t.

Billy has more than once found you guys smoking or stoned out of your minds, and usually he’s mad that you guys don’t invite him. But other times he’s like ‘you have to stop fucking getting high before we go to kill people’

Stu is much more affectionate when high, and sometimes he doesn’t realize it, so he just.., like is all over the place all the time. He doesn’t even realize it most of the time, but he’s always hugging or got his arm wrapped around you or he’s really close to you in general

He gets embarrassed AND defensive if you point it out and gaslights you lmaoakamaoama

Asa Emory

Judgmental ass bitch

He doesn’t hate you or want to kill you, but he does think you’re ‘better than that’.

He makes you feel bad about it. Like you’re some junkie who can’t control themself and it honestly fucking hurts. You get actually upset at him.

He doesn’t get why you’re upset, and he doesn’t want to apologize.

But you don’t ONLY use weed just because you like smoking it, it’s because it helps with a variety of your issues, mentally and/or physically. But you’re too stubborn to tell him that. You’re mad at him. But when you’re able to gain a little bit of control over yourself, you tell him.

He’s a bit more understanding, but Asa has that mindset of ‘all drugs are evil and addicting and weed is like heroin so basically’—

But when you sit him down and explain what weed is and what it does, he is like ‘oh.’

But he doesn’t like admitting he’s wrong, so he just doesn’t comment on it. He doesn’t bother you about it, unless you’re smoking in the house.

Jennifer Check & Anita “Needy” Lesniki

Are you kidding? Do you know how fucking excited Jennifer is?

Needy’s a little horrified, she’s worried you’re going to get caught and go to jail and Jennifer’s like, ‘no they’re fucking not Needs, you need to lighten up’

Jennifer smokes with you sometimes, but Needy is much more hesitant. But you don’t push her because you know how she is.

Jennifer on the other hand is a cunt. She tried to get her to smoke, and you get annoyed and tell her Needy’s not ready, and she just has to respect that. But, Jennifer is a big fucking bitch, and doesn’t care.

Listen, you love BOTH of your girlfriends, but damn Jennifer can be an asshole.

Luckily though, ever since Needy was bitten and all 3 of you left Devils Kettle, Anita grew a spine. She doesn’t fold under pressure easily anymore, and she stands her ground. And when all 3 of you smoke together, it’s actually pretty nice.

Jennifer’s sex drive is through the roof so y’all are almost always bangin’ when you’re high. Not that you’re complaining at all.

Needy’s a cute little dork when she’s high, and you and Jennifer love it. Jen’s a little more ruthless with her teasing, but you know how soft she is for her. And how soft she is for you. And Needy knows it too, so she doesn’t really mind.

Needy loves touching your/Jennifer’s hair for some reason when she’s high, she’s awkward, but she is more affectionate, and it’s cute.

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu matcher #stu matcher x reader #old man myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #asa emory x you #jennifer check x reader #needy x jennifer #needy x jennifer x reader #needy x reader #nonbinary reader

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nekomamiiz · 3 years

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eat you up

geto x f!reader

wc: 1.75k

warnings: 18+, use of marijuana, dubcon, stoner!geto *he’s kinda toxic*, oral (f. receiving), fingering, masturbation (m.), slight edging, slight dacryphilia, sum p*ssy taps <3, slight choking, praise, cum play/eating, overstimulation, barely edited. (if i forgot a warning pls lmk)

a/n: i’ve been hella busy lately but i had this thing i was working on for a min and finally had time to finish it up. i listened to these songs on a loop to get the sexy, toxic vibes right. i hope you guys like it <33

The air is heavy around you. The once dimly lit room is now covered in a thick cloud of white, casting everything in your view with a dull, misty glow. Your body feels light and fuzzy, sinking into the couch, prepared to be swallowed up by the cushions.

In your peripheral, you see the cherried end of a joint held by two large fingers. A raven-haired man is passing it to you.

Suguru had promised to smoke you out tonight.

You think you hear music softly playing in the background. It’s comforting. After a while, your gaze falls on Getō, who meets you with a soft smile.

“You okay there, doll?” he asks while passing you the rolled-up herb.

“I’m alright. I feel perfect, actually,” you say, pressing the joint between your lips and inhaling.

Your lungs fill with the substance, and you exhale with a relieved sigh—all of your stress is seemingly gone with that quick action. Looking over at Suguru, you smile, taking one more hit before giving the joint back.

“I told you I could help you relax, didn’t I?” he leans back, taking a few more puffs.

It’s almost out now.

“Mm, you were right. I‘ll never doubt you again,” you giggle in his direction.

He can see the effects of the weed now. Your face has a permanent smile, reaching your puffy eyes. It makes you look somewhat sleepy, but inside, your mind is roaming through another dimension.

“You know I’d never lie to you, princess.” he chuckles, adjusting his body more comfortably on the couch.

His body is inches from yours, his scent and warmth flooding your senses. All you can focus on is him. He's intoxicating.

“Is there anything else I can do for you? Wouldn’t want you going home unsatisfied, right?” he asks, leaning closer into you.

You feel his thigh brush against yours and whimper softly from the feeling. The weed is making every touch feel like a soft buzzing on your skin. Out of shock, you raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m so sorry,” you say, covering your mouth. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

“Don’t be, baby. Probably just a bit more sensitive than you usually are, it happens,” he says, resting his hand on your thigh and squeezing softly.

He’s right. You can only focus on a few things right now. The heat radiating off his body and onto yours is all you crave, all you need; it’s so overwhelming.

“Just feels different,” you say, looking into his eyes and smiling. “I like it.”

Getō chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing his lips into the side of your head.

“I bet I can make you feel a lot better,” he says softly.

He’s nipping at your earlobe now, tugging the skin between his teeth. One large hand is exploring your thigh, higher and higher, until he’s resting it comfortably by the hem of your shorts. He uses his other hand to hold your face, directing you to look in his eyes, waiting for you to permit him to go any further.

“Please,” you choke out. “I want you.”

Within seconds he has you laying flat on the couch, his lips attached to your neck as he rests comfortably between your thighs, sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving behind angry red marks in his path as his hands begin exploring your body. Groping and squeezing your soft skin every chance he gets, his nails scratching you so lightly, it sends waves of heat flooding throughout your entire body.

You feel his tongue lapping the skin behind your ear — occasionally biting on the lobe and sucking it between his teeth. At the same time, he’s unbuttoning your shorts, growling in your ear with short hot breaths. The feeling of your shorts and panties against your thighs as he pulls them down is creating friction against your skin that’s beyond stimulating, and you can’t help but whine because of it.

“So fuckin’ sexy, y’know that,” he says while slipping two fingers between your folds, circling your clit, and chuckling softly. “Wet as fuck, too.”

He’s nipping at your jaw again, trying desperately to find your lips. When he does, he bites down on your lower lip, moaning in time with your cry for more.

“Wanna taste your sweet little pussy,” he grits out with your lip still tucked between his teeth. “You gonna let me, baby? Let me eat you up?” he asks, baring his teeth like a predator would their prey.

You squirm against him, moving your hips faster against his fingers, seeking more pressure. “Yes,” you say, nodding eagerly and whining. “Fuck yes, want it so bad.”

His finger slips inside you so easily from how slick you are, soaking his hand and your thighs, squeezing hard around him. He massages your walls softly, scissoring his fingers inside of you and teasing your clit with his thumb, making you gasp as he fills you up to his knuckles.

“Will you be a good girl and cum on my tongue? Let me taste all of you, baby.”

His soft lips are trailing down your chest, to your stomach. He maps out your body with his tongue, licking the skin below your belly button as he uses one hand to push your shirt over your chest. The other coaxing more slick out of you.

While he squeezes and pinches your nipples, he brings his lips above your pussy, hovering over you and breathing heavily. Hot. You can see him licking his lips as he flits his eyes up towards you, smirking, then kisses your inner thigh and bites down softly as he pumps his fingers inside a little faster.

“Please. Don’t tease me, Suguru!” you cry out, bucking your hips to get him close to you, practically begging.

He chuckles softly, inching closer. You feel him kiss your clit before latching on to the bud, sucking softly and rolling his tongue around it. His mouth is so hot, and he groans against you as he licks a stripe through your folds, teasing your hole with the tip of the wet muscle. Every breath he takes sends shocks of pleasure through your clit, making you squeeze your thighs around him.

“Taste so good, princess,” he huffs against you, tongue flicking between your folds as he continues. “Want you to make a mess for me.”

One hand is splayed across your tummy, holding you down from bucking against him anymore. The weed has you writhing, overly sensitive, craving more and more. You push his face closer to your pussy, pulling pieces out of the low bun he styled so nicely earlier. You feel his nose bump against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you slightly, just barely teasing your entrance while his fingers are rubbing that sweet spot inside you.

You almost trap his head between your thighs as you approach your orgasm, but he feels you tightening around him and pulls away right as it was about to wash over you. He can only let out a breathy laugh. “You really are sensitive huh, baby?” he asks you.

His hands wrap around your thighs to spread you wider this time, pulling you to the edge of the couch as he kneels before you. It barely registers that he’s pulling his sweats down to free his cock, spitting into his hand and groaning as he starts fucking his fist softly.

He leans over your pussy again, tracing your pussy lips with the tips of his finger, tickling the slick, skin. He rubs your clit in slow circles before tapping it softly, once, twice. Going feral for the sound of your whines to be gentle only to tap a little rougher from the sight of your pussy squeezing around nothing, gushing more of your sweet juices.

“Wanna cum for you, Suguru,” you beg, circling your hips against the air.

You hear him growl before attaching his lips to your clit. His tongue is curling inside of you, swiping side to side, audibly slurping up all you have to offer him. He keeps one hand firmly wrapped around his cock while the other trails up to your neck, resting there before he looks up at you.

Your eyes are already locked on his when he meets yours. He smirks against you and trails his hand higher to press against your pulse point, squeezing just right. He wants to tell you how sexy you look with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning his name. But you taste so fucking good that he doesn’t want to pull away and he continues to fuck his fist at the sight of you.

His breath is hot on you and his groans send vibrations through your clit that have you shaking against him. You can’t even tell him that your close, your mind is so lost in pleasure that you only manage to say just a few words.

“Fuck, Suguru, ‘m cumming,” you say with tears brimming your eyes.

His tongue keeps moving in and out as you tremble below him, sucking on your clit and nibbling on your folds as he licks up all of your juices. He laps at your pussy softly, enjoying the taste and feel of you, humming in pleasure as you hear the slick sound of him stroking his cock, nearing his end as well.

You look at him with stars in your eyes, finding more pleasure at the sight of him falling apart in front of you. You spread your legs wider and sigh softly to get his attention. “Want your cum,” is all you say before you watch him stand, hunching over the couch.

He pumps his cock a few times, before squeezing at the base. You see him twitch and pant heavily before he releases his thick load all over your tummy and chest. He runs his fist over his cock a few more times, letting small drops out before he lets go, watching you with dark eyes.

“You’re so fucking sexy, holy shit,” he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you swipe a trail of his cum up your stomach, to your tits. Your eyes focus on his as you bring your fingers to your lips, sucking and keeping them in your mouth as you moan happily at the taste.

“I’m gonna have so much fuckin’ fun with you,” he says before picking you up, carrying you to his bed.

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He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

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He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass.

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?”

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed.

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…”

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss.

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go.

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