#I wanna smoke 30 joints with him

[blowflyfag]

for the ask game - rvd!

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

HES LITERALLY THE PERFECT MAN!

He’s got long hair, he’s a stoner, his voice is soooo calming and soothing, effortlessly cool, his eyes are stunning if you haven’t taken a minute and looked at RVD’s eyes you should. His body

he’s Mr Fucking MONDAY NIGHT HOW CAN I NOT ITS HIS NIGHT! ITS MONDAY!

like. I feel like if i met RVD in real life i don’t know what I would do. Like he’s my hero no joke. No fucking rug pull I love RVD so much and he’s sooooo so so so soooo beautiful

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Sex while high with Theo 🤌🏻🤌🏻 Just so slow and sloppy

I hope this works! I've been high, but haven't fucked high, so idk what I'm doing lol.

Lazy and High

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: Use of weed, cussing, a little dry humping, unprotected sex, cream pie.

18+ Minors DNI!

You were already feeling the buzz from the joint you and Theo were sharing. Your body felt light and a bit tingly. You giggled as you passed the joint back to Theo, blowing the smoking right into his face.

“You're a little brat, cara mia.�� He said as he took the joint from you, smiling up at you.

You were situated on top of him, lazily grinding down on his cock.

“I'm your little brat, though. And you love it.” You said, biting your bottom lip.

“I'd love it more if you finally put my dick in you.” He teased before taking a hit from the joint.

You moved to undo his pants and strip down yourself before straddling his lap again. His hands found your hips as you guided his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on him.

“That's it, bella. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned, watching his cock enter you. “Only been humping my dick for the past 30 minutes, you fucking tease.” He gave your ass a spank and you yelped in surprise.

“No fun if I can't tease you, Teddy.” Your smile returned as you started grinding on him, very slowly, very lazily. You took the joint from him and took another hit.

“You look so sexy like this, principessa. Riding my cock like you own it. It's all fucking yours, cara mia.” He said, putting his hands behind his head as he watched you.

“I just think you're being lazy today. Making me do all the work.” You quipped, putting your hands on his chest for more leverage.

“Mmm, that could also be part of why I love this.” He played along, grabbing the joint from you to put out beside him on the nightstand.

“You feel so good, Teddy.” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“I do, do I?” He smiled, putting his hand back behind his head. “Not just stroking my ego now, principessa?”

“No, but you're stroking something else.” You smiled as you looked back at him.

“Little brat.” He said, pulling you down to kiss him and flipped you onto your back, thrusting in and out of you slowly. “You don't always need to make dirty jokes.”

“Much more fun this way.” You retorted, biting back a moan. “You love it.”

“You love testing me, bella.” He moved to kiss your neck, biting ever so softly.

“Works out in my favor.” Your hands went to his hair.

He just kept kissing and biting your neck, thrusting slowly but deep, the room filling with the sounds of both of your moans. The high from the weed made your orgasm stronger and longer once it hit you, your orgasm sending Theo into his, shooting his cum into you.

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[sexilene]

jj x reader cockwarming!! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ #03 (sorry bout the spelling mistakes!)

jj often takes you with him when he goes fishing, he basically does all the work and you sit there flipping through a magazine or sunbathing. and just like all the other times, watching your boyfriend’s veins form his arms stand out as he lifts buckets of fish and what not, looking all manly. and sure he’d smell a little salty and his hands a little fishy but you couldn't care less, all you could focus on was the throb of your clit and the need to have your tired boyfriend’s dick inside you asap.

at some point he dramatically stretches and leans back on into the car seat, a joint held tightly to his pursed lips. you both are seated in the front of a dingy little truck you found for him at some junk yard car place, you had surprised him with it for his birth last year and though it needed some work jj was still entirely greatful.

jj inhales, his eyes closed while you’re seated sinked on top of him, your fingers tangle in messy blonde hair, his cock pulsating warming inside you.

“jay? please put it out…im so tired and i really wanna cum!” you whine, rocking your hips slightly. you pout and lay your cheek down onto his shoulder as he continues to hold you down with his hand on your hip. you too had been like this for about 30 minutes now, just cock warming him and you had tried to fuck yourself on his cock, but nothing seemed to work to ease the need for him to just slam you down on his dick.

“baby, how could you be tired, you literally did nothing the whole time hmm?” he coos, before inhaling again and then blowing out smoke from his nose.

“keep tellin ya, if you wanna cum, you jus’ gotta wait till papa j s’ready…” he speaks with a soft growl, squeezing the flesh of your hip. you whine again to get your point across, rocking your hips again against his. the wet sounds of your cunt and the feeling of your clenching pussy finally made him give in and help you out,

“gimme a sec baby cakes, i’m almost done” slurs, finishing off the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray in the cup holder. he grabs your face to make you look at him, the strong grip on your jaw probably is going to leave a mark from his rings. he blows the last of the smoke out of his nose again and then pulls your face in to give you the sloppiest kiss.

“really wanna get fucked, really bad…” you pine, all these smells overwhelming your senses. the earthy saltiness of your boyfriend, the smell of his joint and the smell of your wetness…

“imma take care of you now, kay?” he smiles before his other hand finds your other hip, lifting you up effortlessly and then slamming into you from underneath. “iv’e gotchyou babe, just take it.” the force of that singular thrust has your eyes closing shut and your nails to dig into the skin of his neck.

your boyfriends cock hitting deep into your soaking cunt at a bruising pace, up and down up and down, against your sweet spot over and over again.

“like a pretty little sex doll you know that?- cept your warm…” he jokes,

your head lolls into the little spot under his jaw, drooling on his shoulder, your eyes clenched shut as you whine,

“don’t be funny right now! im- oh! you’re being mean…” the tight coil in your belly starts to snap as he continues to slam you down on his dick sloppily, your clit rubbing against his skin giving you little shockwaves of pleasure.

“m’sorry- fuck! love you, you know that….” he grunts, fucking up into you as you start to feel the way his cock starts to throb sending you over the edge. you squeal into jj’s mouth in an attempt to kiss him while you creamed all over his cock. he just continues to groan and fuck up into you through your orgasm, and eventually his.

after coming down from both your highs, you continue to sit there impaled on his dick, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you try and sit up and move back to the passenger seat but jj hold you down on him and shushes you.

“no no angel, you wanted to cum that bad? were gonna keep goin till you can’t take it,”

[mysticallystilinski]

stiles being head over heels for reader and reader is scotts sister so she’s off limits but stiles can’t contain himself

can be smut or fluff whatever you’d like !! 🤭🤭

I’M TOO HIGH FOR THIS [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. MIXING WEED WITH EMOTIONS IS THE BEST SOLUTION FOR YOU AND STILES

has : substance use (weed), very in character stiles, hidden relationship, underage? smoking (under 21), heavy making out, undertones of sexual intercourse.

the rain was heavy and so were your eyes. it’s been 28 hours since you’ve last heard from stiles. your face was a pure mix of puffy eyes, from sadness and not to mention smoking.

a few minutes ago, you had gotten a text from your brother, scott. he had mentioned that stiles would be on his way to your house, and to keep the doors unlocked because he had forgotten his key. it will be any minute now that he comes barging through the door, and pinning you against the wall. at least, that’s what you would hope would happen.

being lost in your own trance of thoughts helped guide you from hearing the knock of your front door. the knocks kept repeating until your gaze turned away from the phone in your hand to the large door. you slowly moved up and off the couch, and slight pattered to the door. you couldn’t tell if the knocking was in your head, or really happening until the door slammed open.

you fell with someone’s body laid upon you. you started to giggle as he fell off of you. your head was in the clouds as you picked yourself up only to see stiles sprawled out on the floor. you could not stop giggling as he held out his hand for you to help him up. as soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you back down on top of him.

stiles made you smile deeply as his arms wrapped around your body. he gave you a quick kiss, and then pushed you lightly off of him. your butt hit the floor as you started to laugh once again. “are you high?”, stiles questioned jokingly. “would that be a bad thing?”, you snickered. “oh god you are high.”, he laughed.

“do you have anymore weed?”, he asked. your face went from a giggly expression, to straight serious. “stiles stilinski, getting high for the first time?”, you questioned. “i mean, maybe, i just, i really wanna know how it is”, he stuttered. you smiled, “okay then, i have a cart for your first time. a joint or a blunt would get you too high”, you spoke.

you pushed yourself up off the ground, and lazily walked to your room. your hand grabbed the knob of the desk, and pulled it open. hidden in a bag was a few joints, and your cart with a battery. you pulled out the cart and headed back to the front door where stiles was still sitting.

“come on, get up stilinski”, you laughed. he got up off the floor, and took your free hand. you guys headed to the couch, and stiles immediately grabbed the remote for the tv. you gave him a smirk, “what? you just wanna watch star wars while high?” he squeezed your hand while they were still interlinked. he used the remote to put on hulu, and headed to the star wars section.

you twisted the cartridge onto the battery and clicked it 5 times to turn it on. you handed it straight to stiles as he was focused on the tv. you were nervous how stiles would react, but was also excited to see how he would act. “how do i even do this?”, he laughed. you grabbed it back from him and held it up to your mouth. you placed the cart between your lips, held the button and sucked in for about 7 seconds.

you did a quick ghost, and stiles looked very impressed. “okay, now your turn”, you said while handing it back over to him. the effects of your high were heightened as it hit you. you looked over at stiles and saw him hitting it, once he blew it out he started to cough. he hit it for a pretty long time, longer than any person would on their first time.

you already knew that stiles would be blasted, but you didn’t know to what extent. his coughing lasted about 30 seconds, but then wore off. your mind started to head in different places as you stared into the tv. soon, you felt yourself being shook by stiles, he had been calling your name as you zoned out. “y/n, i think it’s hitting”, he said calmly. his eyes were low, and seemed to be red in the low light.

“it feels like.. space”, he spoke. you guys both laughed in sync. stiles had felt like the world was spinning, just a bit. you were in some kind of trance as stiles was staring into the star wars universe on tv. you scooted closer to him as his eyes were placed on the tv. your hand slowly felt on his thighs, running up and down. he slowly turned his head to look at you, and started to nervously laugh. you went up to his ear, and whispered, “maybe we should play some music.”

your head was pulled away and he nodded. you grabbed the remote and changed the tv to spotify. your high playlist was on the recommended, so you placed that on right away. the first song to play was ‘She by Tyler, The Creator’. stiles gaze was placed upon the tv still, but you wanted to distract him. you grabbed his face for him to look at you. he smiled while seeing your sly smirk.

“sti, i want to do something”, you said while starting to feel some type of way. your body started to feel on fire as he nodded. he placed your body down onto the longer part of the couch. he then placed his body on top of yours, all while you leaned in to kiss him. the kiss was powerful, making you both feel even more horny that you have been. his dick got hard quickly as you grinded into the kiss. his tongue battled for dominance with yours, and he quickly overpowered you.

while feeling this way, it felt like you guys were in a dream. you could never have imagined making out with stiles stilinski while being high. after all, you were scotts younger sister, and he was stiles stilinski. tingles went all throughout your body as stiles hands found his way to your ass. ever since you guys took those dab hits, you were on each-other more than ever.

he slightly squeezed your ass and you whimpered into the kiss. you ran your hands up and down his back, making large scratch marks. he felt your nails dig into him which caused a load groan to emerge from his soul. he had been waiting for the chance to get you alone after his non-stop hanging out sessions with scott. you broke away from the kiss for a second, “sti, please take my shirt off.”

he got off you for a quick second, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. he lifted it off of you, which exposed your light pink bra. “can i?”, you motioned nodding to his shirt. “of course baby”, he smirked. stiles placed your hands on the hem of it and guided them to take the shirt off. his bare skin being exposed left you feeling in heaven. his abs we’re slightly creasing at the center, and his body was perfect.

you layed back down upon the couch. grabbing him by his shoulders, you pulled him down for skin-to-skin contact. your legs were now wrapped around his waist so that you could feel his boner poking through his pants. stiles looked at you for a moment, staring into your eyes, then smashed his lips on yours.

his lips detached from yours, and headed to your exposed neck. stiles fluttered light kisses all around your collarbone, and chest. he started to suck at the most delicate places, placing small love bites. he looked up at you through his long lashes and smirked at your expression. your face was in a state of bliss at the feeling. his body, to your body felt amazing. the high heightened all emotions by ten percent.

at once, the door slammed open. “stiles, y/n, i’m home!”, yelled scott. in an instant, you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. “what the hell is going on in here?”, scott growled. stiles looked at you, you saw from the corner of your eye. you made quick eye contact with stiles, but then looked at scott. “and why the fuck does it smell like weed?”. you looked back and stiles, and smirked.

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

I fw your shikamaru weedhead hc heavvyyyy. The apartment would smell like incense, sex and weed on the daily and i wouldn’t complain lmaooo

What do you think having sex while high with him would be like? I’m thinking it’s a constant thing tbf. Cockwarming too. Both parties too high to function but too needy to not wanna fuck yk

i like the way you think - thank you for your thoughts, here are a few of mine;

Smoking With Shikamaru (Dirty Version)

(Clean Version)

Warnings: f!Reader, NSFW as fuck - oral (both), cockwarming, edging, fucking, lotta mary-jo talk

Notes: living, loving, laughing this request, i can't remember the last time i fucked straight

Masterlist💿

Without a shadow of a doubt, Shikamaru's got a tier system for the different modes of consumption and how he wants to fuck as a result

At the bottom; bong rips

Not his least favourite way to smoke (carts don't even make the list, he hates them so bad) but definitely his least favourite to do anything sexual while under the influence of

He finds it hard to properly get in the mood

A cuddle would be much preferred, but Shikamaru would always happily, and sloppily, go down on you if you asked in a sweet enough tone

Mid tier; spliffs, blunts, joints - in that ascending order

While still a sticky high, Shikamaru finds he can move more freely and his mind is less fogged than with tokes from the bizzle

After smoking something that was so precisely rolled by your nimble fingers, he would find it so very hard to keep his thoughts about your hands in other places at bay

This tier is a sliding scale - toward the bottom (spliffs), Shikamaru would enjoy cockwarming the most, just letting smoke dribble from both of your mouths as you sat on his dick, clenching every now and again whenever he would move; it would drive Shikamaru crazy, being inside of you without moving, and he wouldn't be able to last more than 30 minutes before fucking you lazily on the couch

After sharing a blunt with you (on special occasions only - Shikamaru found blunts to usually just be an extravagant way to waste weed), Shikamaru would be quick to start kissing you, decorating your neck with little love bites - sometimes, the kisses amounted to nothing more than an extremely intimate cuddle, and other times, they resulted in extremely long edging sessions, where you would almost be reduced to tears, begging Shikamaru to just let you cum - but he's having so much fun, enjoying your pussy in every way under the sun - the only reason blunts were scored so lowly was because it was a toss up, if every time you two smoked a blunt ended with a night like that, Shikamaru would've wasted every nug of weed, every bag of shake, every pack of Backwoods

With a joint, his mind would demand more, and he would sit you down on his cock, guiding your hips in deliciously slow circles and soft bounces - he would toy with your clit, watching your face screw up so beautifully and adoring the way you spasmed around him when you came before filling you up with his own spend - Shikamaru wouldn't pull out, not for a long while after, getting rock hard all over again when he saw a pearly drop, cascading down your leg, when you finally stood

Coming in at number one, the Commander-in-Chief, the Big Kahoona; dabs.

Oh, oh, oh, oh my

Get this man some concentrate, and he will go to town

His favourite type was butter concentrates and he kinda had a thing against diamond concentrates, but that was pure semantics - so long as Shikamaru was smoking one of his insanely large dabs from a rig, you were sure to be in for the night of your life

As soon as the cough fades and his throat soothes, Shikamaru's sights are set on you

"My mouth's so dry," you'd say after your toke, feeling the golden fuzz of concentrate on the back of your teeth

"I have something for you to suck on, sweet girl."

69ing is only possible to enjoy for Shikamaru while under the influence of a dab - he's still wildly concerned with bringing you pleasure, but he can let himself cruise, actually being able to enjoy your warm mouth around his cock

It never lasts long, because Shikamaru will pick you up as you layed atop him, arms secured around your waist as he takes you to the bed, without ever stopping his meal

He would lay you down so sweetly and sink into you quickly, mind absolutely racing and needing to feel every inch of you

Shikamaru would have you in every position throughout the night, wanting you at every angle, wanting to feel his tip press against your cervix, wanting to see the moving bulge in your lower stomach, he wanted all of you

The key feature that dabbing produced, that shot it yards ahead of the rest, was the fact that, once Shikamaru was turned on, he was ready to go until the sun shone and he passed out - multiple rounds and a myriad more orgasms were ensured to come from his purple, embossed dab rig

[littlxpxtal]

Oxytocin

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.4K

I wanna do bad things to you

I wanna make you yell

I wanna do bad things to you

Don't wanna treat you well

December Continued

The sound of male voices echo throughout the backyard as Kelce, Topper and Rafe make their way around the back to meet us. I pulled out chairs for them with blankets on each chair.

Topper is carrying a case of beer while Kecle and Rafe follow behind them.

“So this is where the party is.” he asks, a little too loudly for how quiet the neighborhood is.

“Smells loud.” Rafe says, crinkling his nose.

“Hope you got enough for us,” Kelce chimes in, greeting me and Sabrina with a hug. Topper hugs us next and Rafe takes the seat next to me, not acknowledging either of us. I glance at Sabrina and she shrugs her shoulders. 

I light up the joint from before, passing it to the boys, while Topper passes out the beer he brought with him.

“So how was Carissa’s” Sabrina asks. Rafe shrugs his shoulder while taking a drag with one hand, cracking open his beer with the other. I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing a dark green hoodie and black jeans. His hair was a mess, probably from him running is fingers through it too much. He passes me the joint and I bring it to my lips.

“Was alright. Ratio was off to begin with. Then some dumbasses got on her roof and her mom called the cops.” Kecle responds

“Yikes” I say, exhaling the smoke into the air, passing to Sabrina. 

“Noah was there.” Topper says with a wink. I can practically hear Rafe roll his eyes. He adjusts in his seat and pulls out his phone. 

“Whats with you two.” Kelce asks taking a sip from his beer.

“Literally nothing.” I snap. “We studied this week for calc and everyones makin a big deal about it.”

“Jeez Y/N just a question.” Topper says, raising his hands in defense.

“Jus annoying that everyone has something to say. I hang with Pogue’s and everyone talks about me. I hang with kooks and everyone talks about me.” I huff, taking a sip of my beer. 

“Seems like thats all anyone is like here in the OuterBanks.” Kelce says, taking a drag of the almost gone joint.

“Can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.” I say under my breath. 

“I’ll cheers to that” he says, holding his drink up.

“Yo Y/N can I use your bathroom?” Topper asks. 

“Yea me too” Kelce chimes in. Sabrina perks up 

“I can show you guys where it is.” she stands and guides them through the back door, leaving me and Rafe alone.

“Did you have a good time at Carissa’s?” I ask without looking at him. He adjusts in his seat again, turning towards me.

“Nah. Shes fuckin annoying.” I roll my eyes and make a face.

“What?” he asks, inching closer. 

“Nothin. Just thought y’all were friends or somethin.” I say, remembering the way he brushed her hair back behind her ear in class and all the times I’ve seen her stand at his locker this week. 

He shakes his head in response and stares at me. I feel my face flush and I turn back to the fire. 

“I like you without makeup.” he finally says after a few moments of silence. I immediately become self conscious, forgetting that I was literally in my pajamas.

“Thanks” I mumble, not looking at him. I feel his eyes still inspecting my face. 

“Is Sabrina spending the night” he asks. I finally turn to look at him and shrug.

“Not sure we hadn’t really talked about it. Shes been here since like 7:30 but she lives right down the street so it’s up to her.” he nods in response and faces towards the fire. My eyes are locked on the way his jaw clenches and releases as he thinks. 

More moments of silence pass before I hear the footsteps of our friends returning. Sabrina has her bookbag on his shoulders and shes stumbling.

“Hey Y/N think ‘m gonna go home.” I gulp and stare at her.

“You sure you can walk home like this?” I ask, concerned that she would end up going trying to get to Derek’s again.

“Top and Kelce are gonna walk me home.” I raise an eyebrow and look at the two boys hovering behind her.

“Rafe you can come or just chill here, up to you man. I gotta get up hella early for my study group” Kelce says groaning. Top shoves his shoulder and they play fight while Rafe stays staring into the fire.

“I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow” he finally says. Topper nods his head and slinks his arm around Sabrina, holding her up steady. 

“Text me when youre home okay Sab?” I say, standing up to give her a hug.

“You’re such a good friend.” she slurs into my neck. I laugh and kiss the top of her head.

“Get her home safe boys.” I say sternly, giving them a mom look and they salute to me

“Yes ma’am” they say in sync. 

I watch them as they walk around the side of the house to the front. 

I start to pick up everyones blankets, folding them into squares and putting the chairs back to their appropriate places.

“Lemme help” Rafe finally says, grabbing a hold of the large stack of blankets I just folded. I shut off the fire in then guide him through the back door and point to where the outdoor blankets live next to the extra patio furniture corner of the basement.

“You like Game of Thrones?” I ask, breaking another awkward silence. He finally cracks a smile for the first time that night.

“No but I take you as a girl who loves that fantasy porn shit.” I laugh at his condescending remark and walk over towards my bedroom. He follows silently behind and closes my bedroom door behind him. 

The only lights on in my room is the lamp on my nightstand and the glow from the TV. I slip off the hoodie and sweatpants I put on over my pajama set, setting them on my vanity chair.

I crawl onto my bed and Rafe stands at the edge watching me before deciding to take his own hoodie and shoes off, sitting towards the edge. I press play on the episode I left off on when Sabrina and I decided to go outside. 

“Alright so this is House Stark, Bran, Robb Arya and Sansa are all children of Catelyn and Eddard Stark. Then Jon Snow is the bastard son of Eddard Stark. They rule the North” I explain as the characters appear.

“Okay buts what with the incest freaks?” he asks, staring intently at the screen.

“Thats Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Technically Cersei is married to King Baratheon but she is in love with her brother, the King Slayer.”

“Why do they call him the King Slayer?”

“He was in the kingsguard for Aerys Targaryen. Swore an oath to protect him and the kingdom. But the king went insane. It was so bad they referred to him as the “Mad King” and Jamie killed him.” his eyes widen and he turns back to the screen.

“This is fucking derranged.” I laugh at his curiousity. 

“I knew you’d like it” I said smugly. After a few more scenes Rafe scoots back on the bed, resting his back on my headboard. 

Heat raises along my skin at our proximity. I can smell a faint hint of his cologne lingering on him. I stare down at his hands, a gold ring on his index finger that he occasionally plays with. My eyes follow up on his arms, veins protruding on his forearms. His biceps bulge out of his blue shirt. As my eyes make my way up to his face, I find him already looking down at him.

He extends his neck down and gently places his lips against mine. I lean up into the kiss, grabbing his neck with one hand, using my other to push myself up on the bed. He grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap, my legs straddling the sides of him. I push him into my headboard, our lips moving at a fast pace, heavy breaths exchanged between the two of us. 

His hands slip up my top, fondling my boobs with both hands. I groan into the kiss, rutting my crotch against his.

“Whaddya want pretty girl” he whispers into the kiss. I whimper lightly as his fingers pinch my nipples. He takes my open mouth as an opportunity to stick his tongue in, circling erotically around the inside of my mouth. I pull alway to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his.

“I want you.” he smirks at response, pulling my top above my head with a swift motion. We undress each other between kisses and I find myself under him, completely naked.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

“What you dont carry them with you? Thought you were at Carissa’s earlier” I say with a snark expression. He rolls his eyes and brings his hand up to grab my face, squeezing my jaw with his hand.

“Answer the question.” My pussy throbs at the feeling of his hand squeezing my face and I shut my eyes.

“Nightstand. Bottom drawer” He releases his grip and leans over the bed opening the drawer.

“Nice toys” he remarks. I internally cringe, feeling embarrassment radiate through my body. “And you have lube. Guess your not as much of a prude as I thought.” 

I scoff and lightly push his shoulder.

“What did you think I was a virgin or something?”

He smiles down at the packet and opens it with his teeth, pouring a tiny drop of lube on the tip, rubbing it down his shaft. I watch him intently and he looks back at me as he adjusts himself at my entrance.

“Nah just didn’t know you fucked all like that.”

“I dont” I state, my arms gripping his biceps as he pushes his tip slowly in, stretching me out.

“Fuck” I hiss.

“Obviously not cus you’re tight as fuck.” he groans, dipping his head down to the crook of my neck. He readjusts his angle, lowering down to his forearms, before pushing his entire cock inside. I moan out, louder than I would’ve liked and he chuckles into my neck.

“You feel fucking amazing” he whispers before sucking harshly onto the side of my neck, slowly thrusting himself in and out of my pussy. I wrap my legs up around his waist, nails digging into his arms.

“Fuck Rafe fuck” I cry out. His hand snakes up behind my head, grabbing a fisful of my hair, pushing my head up to meet his, our mouths colliding with passion as he starts to quicken his pace. 

The room is filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against mine, my uncontrollable moans and whimpers, his occasional grunts and the TV show in the background. 

Our lips disconnect as he pushes himself back up and he pulls my arms off of his, putting them above me, his other hand trailing up to wrap around my throat. He applies light pressure before going back to thrusting inside of me. My eyes roll back, a string of ah, ah, ahs escaping my lips.

He squeezes my throat tighter and leans close to my face.

“Keep your eyes open” he commands. My eyes snap open to meet his, blown out and filled with lust. His tongue is slightly jutted out between his swollen lips, just like he does when hes concentrating in class. I whimper underneath him as I feel myself reaching my climax. 

“Rafe ‘m” 

“I know pretty girl I can feel you clenching around my fucking dick. feels fuckin awesome.” he says between his heavy breaths. “Go ahead and let yourself go, wanna feel you cum on me.”

 Within seconds I let myself come undone beneath him, His hands release from around my neck and he lowers himself down to interlock lips again. I gasp into his mouth as I unravel beneath him, his climax following soon after. We exchange moans between kisses as he sloppily thrusts, riding out his high. I go limp underneath him, in a blissed out daze, watching his face overcome with pleasure. 

After regaining his composure, he pulls out and I whimper at the absence of him inside of me. He gets off the bed, throwing the condom into the trashcan and making his way to my bathroom. I watch him as he cleans himself up, just like last time. He wanders around the room looking for his clothes.

“So was this your plan all along?” I ask, pulling my own clothes back on.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling his t shirt on.

“Having Top call Sabrina and crashing our girls night.”

“No, my end goal of tonight was not to fuck you.” he states simply, sitting at the edge of the bed to put his shoes back on. “Tops just fuckin obsessed with Sab.” he says in a ushed tone.

“I knew it.” I said, perking up on the bed. “They’d be cute… I think?” I say, pondering the thought.

“How’s that feel, both of your best friends dating the same dude” Rafe says with a sarcastic tone.

“Sarah and Top barely dated. That was like forever ago.” I say, standing up, walking towards him. He grabs his hoodie and scans the room.

“You got any more of those calculators?” he asks, pointing at my desk. I walk over to the desk and pick up the calculator he motioned towards.

“Yea I have two, why?” 

“Can I borrow one for my micro exam?” he asks.

“Um sure. Wait, do you not have one?” he takes the calculator from my hand and shakes his head.

“Nah I always stole Top’s before class but we have the exam at the same time.”

“That exams no joke.” I say, remembering the headache I had exiting the final exam last year.

“Yea I’m kinda fucked.” he says with a frown. 

“Want some of my notes?” I ask, already rummaging through my drawers. “Here, I made this study packet for myself last year.” Handing him the booklet I made for finals. He flicks throught he pages, eyes widening.

“Holy shit you’re a bigger nerd than I thought.” he says, laughing to himself.

“You want to pass or not?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

He looks up and smiles.

“Thanks. I’ll see ya later pretty girl.” he says before walking out of the patio doors.

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[lunacyxxx]

Differences Aside

MDNI Ghost and Konig are your plugs, but what you didn't know was that they were each other's opps. So, one day you decided to buy from both of them. It was like one of them always had something the other didn't.

You were already kind of high when you were talking to them and thus, here's the tale of how you ended up between two sworn enemies.

Contains: drug use, dominant masked men and fingering nd stuff

not proofread, idk how many words this is. I hope yall enjoy it.))

The sun was going down and you just finished all your tasks for the day. It was time to reward yourself with your normal routine of getting high, you entered your home and smiled excitedly. You quickly make haste to your bedroom getting undressed and going into your personal bathroom, you turn on your shower and begin your nightly routine.

You came out in a towel and went to your closet putting on a long t-shirt and spandex shorts. Music sounded through your room when you connected your phone to your speaker and sat at your desk. The bottom drawer to your left had all your goodies in it, you noticed you were on your last nug.

Coincidentally, you got a text from your plug Ghost.

Ghost: new pack came in, lmk what you want and how much luv.

One thing about Ghost, despite his intimidating appearance, he had a soft spot for you. Honestly when he first pulled up to your place, he wasn't expecting someone who looked like you to smoke. He was surprised when you gave him some extra cash for gas so since then, he's always made sure you got what you wanted and sometimes added in a little extra.

You smiled at his text and replied asking to see his menu, he sent it a couple minutes later and you looked over it. He wasn't lying when he said new because some of this stuff you've never heard of before. You pondered over your choices as you rolled up, "Hmm."

You: I'll take the (fave cereal) edible and a 3.5 of Alaskan Thunder Fuck please and thank you :)

Ghost: Okay darling, I'll be over there in about 2 hours. This would normally be $50 but for you its $30, see you soon

You like his message and light your joint taking in a steady inhale, moving over to your bed you open your window and pull up your laptop to watch youtube. About an hour later, you finished your joint and was watching YouTube until your phone lit up with another text.

Konig: I got new stuff for you to try ;)

Ah Konig, the tallest dude you've ever laid eyes on. How ya'll met was kind of funny, he had the wrong address and was parked outside your home when you went outside to get the mail. He got out of his car and came up to you and thought you were the customer who placed an order earlier that day.

You two talked and he realized he made a typo in the gps, but you still ended up buying something from him since Ghost was out of town for that week. Talk about good luck, right? So like Ghost, he sometimes adds an extra and gives you discounts.

Konig sent you his list and he had new shit too.

You: I'll take one of your carts, you can choose whichever one you wanna give me and a 3.5 of GSC please and thank you.

Konig: Of course, you know I got you. It's gonna be $30 for you."

You liked his message and leaned over to your nightstand grabbing your wallet and taking out the cash you needed.

The cool summer air brushed your skin when you stepped outside to wait for your plugs to pull up, the familiar rumble of Ghost's car and Konig's truck coming down the opposite sides of the street. Ghost parked on the curb and Konig pulled into your driveway.

They both got out, Ghost stood at 6 '4, wearing black sweats a black long sleeve and of course his skull balaclava. Konig hopped out his truck, standing at 6 '10 he wore his sniper hood, gray hoodie and black jeans.

The two men caught sight of each other, and they both pulled out their pistols ready to shoot, "Now wait a damn minute!” The both of them jumped at your sudden yell.

"First of all, this is what we're not gonna do. Especially in front of my house. Secondly, what the hell is y'all problem?"

"Tell me why the fuck he's here first!" they both said, the differences in their accents now very apparent and you felt a very slight ache down there. (iykyk)

"Uh because y'all are my plugs? I can't have two plugs, you both end up having different stuff that hits hard; especially when I mix the two together."

“We actually don’t get along at all," Konig said, eyeing you.

"Yeah, something like this isn't supposed to happen,” Ghost spat out while glaring at Konig

A look of realization crossed your face and you looked between the both of them, "How about you put your differences aside and let's all smoke. I don't really care for stuff like this unless someone I know, and love is involved and stuff. I mean, neither of you shot one another yet sooo."

The two men looked at you then at each other before lowering their weapons, both of them mumbling something under their breaths. You walked over to Konig and gave him the money; in turn he gave you a medium baggie which was new.

You then walked over to Ghost and paid him and he gave you a bag that was around the same size as Konig's. Neither of them would admit they liked pulling up to give you your weed, they often invited you inside their vehicles to chat and show you some of the other products they had.

"I forgot to ask, do either of you have more things to do, I don't wanna stop your bag or anything."

Ghost shook his head and Konig spoke up, "I always save the best for last. Why do you think you always get a little something extra meine liebe?"

Ghost rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I hate to agree with his ass but same here. I'm free for the rest of the night."

"Mkay, now that's settled we can go inside. I should have one of y'all roll, out here just pulling guns on each other and shit." You lead them into your home, the living room has a comfortable sectional with a matching ottoman. There was a mounted tv with your entertainment center underneath it, a bookshelf with books, crystals and all your favorite things.

"Make yourselves comfortable and no fighting, I do have a cast iron skillet and won't hesitate to pop someone with it." You ignore the chuckles coming from both men as they sit on opposite sides of the couch, not without mean mugging each other until you come back with your rolling tray, water and some snacks.

You scooch past Konig while saying excuse me before you sit in the space between them, and thus the smoke session commences.

After about 30 minutes, all three of you were slouched on the couch completely zooted watching Planet Earth. (A/N: idk about y'all but that's the best thing to watch when you're high asf, speaking from experience)

"That lizard has some fucking balls running through all those snakes," Konig commented. You and Ghost nodded, the both of you completely tapped into the show. Over the course of the session, you were sandwiched between them, their thick thighs pressing against your own.

Ghost looked over at you, his eyes red and half opened while they took in your appearance. His eyes flickered up only to catch Konig doing the same thing, Ghost felt a bit ballsy so he put his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to him.

"Uh?"

Konig saw this and slipped an arm around your waist, also pulling your hips to him. "Hey, what's up with the both of you?"

You looked between the two of them and you could feel the tension building slightly, you honestly liked the idea of your two plugs showing you this much attention. Yet you hoped it wouldn't turn into some type of blood bath anytime soon, "If you guys wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked."

"Let's see who can make her cum the most," Ghost said. You could feel Konig readjust his grip to hold your hips and squeeze them slightly. "Well, I'm already where I need to be. I call going first, as long as meine liebe is okay with it. Ja?" The way the taller man stared you down through his hood had you shook, his red eyes portraying more than just being under the influence. You couldn't stop yourself from nodding.

"We need you to say it darling, if not then we can pretend this never happened."

Not wanting to lose this once in a lifetime opportunity, you gave them the answer they were looking for. "Yes, I'm fine with that."

You felt your shorts being pulled away and cool hands going under your shirt, Ghost moved with a sense of dominance and roughness while Konig too expressed his dominance but in a slightly possessive manner.

Ghost adjusted himself so one leg was on the couch and your back was pressed to his broad chest. Konig gripped your thighs and spread them open with a satisfied huff.

Konig admired your bare pussy before lifting his mask up and diving right in, his tongue lapping at your clit before tracing through all the creases and folds to get a better taste of you. Your moans and lewd slurps echoed through the living room. His tongue moving slowly, as if he wanted to map out each curve a dip of your core.

"Don't forget that I'm here," Ghost murmured. His hands were massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples under your shirt, the overload of the difference in the way they were handling you turns your mind to mush.

You could only imagine how they acted once they got you where they wanted, Ghost took a hold of your throat. His lips brushing past your ear as he bit it, he tilted your head back and looked down at you.

His lustful gaze causing your pussy to clench, Konig noticed the moment you two were having and pushed two fingers inside of your sopping pussy. He angled them up and began thrusting them, Ghost kept your focus on him while he eyed Konig.

The two of them having a heated stare down while you wiggled between them.

Your juices were soaking the Austrian's hands as he slowly worked them in and out of your slick heat, lewd wet noises mingled with your moans in the hazy living room. Konig pushes his fingers upwards trying to find that spongy spot that he knows will drive you crazy, Ghost watches him work his fingers inside of you. His own erection throbbing in his pants, Simon pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger ensuring that he was making you moan louder. 

His hand is still around your throat keeping you in place.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Konig finally finds that spot, he hums and presses on your lower tummy. “There we go, take that shit y/n,” Konig growls before jerking his digits in and out of your pussy roughly. Simon held you close to him, cutting off your air supply slightly while he watches you come undone. His large hands move to grab your wrists to prevent you from pushing Konig away.

At this point you couldn't control your mewls and your thighs were quaking, broken moans leave your gaping mouth as you feel a strong coil in the pit of your tummy. You try to tell Konig to slow down but your words only come out as quivering babbles.

Your feet plant themselves on the couch as your hips buck under Konig’s hand, you throw your head back on Ghost’s shoulder crying out as that coil snaps and you gush all over Konig’s hand and face.

"Bedroom. Now,” the both of them were surely going to break you.

[nohoney]

wake nd bake with keigo. set in the same world as this post.

warnings: weed, smut

You are the first to wake up before your boyfriend, your consciousness rousing from your dream and bringing you back to reality. Your body is still sleepy, it’s so cozy in the bedsheets, and Keigo is still softly snoring. Sun filters through the curtains of the room, the color orange dashing away the blue hour as it begins to rise. It’s barely 6:30 and you’re excited to have breakfast.

“Baby, good morning!” You snuggle up to your boyfriend and press a kiss to his cheek. He rouses a little and you repeat your greeting, “ I said good morning!”

He wakes with a quiet laugh that’s followed by a yawn. He stretches his arms and legs in bed, a satisfied groan echoing into the air before he relaxes and finally returns your greeting, “Good morning, lovebird. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept good. I had a dream last night.” You tell him, wanting to speak of it now before all the details escaped your mind and you’d never recall it again. Keigo listens quietly, humming occasionally to show he’s paying attention. As you speak, the two of you start to get up to make the bed together. It’s a collaborative effort to smooth down the blankets, fold the extra throw blankets, and also fluff up the pillows.

The bed is neat by the time you finish talking about your dream.

The first thing that you do in the morning is to reach for a joint that he rolled last night. It’s wrapped with your favorite paper that tastes like strawberries. There’s a small tin of lighters that you and him just accumulate by accident, grabbing a black one that’s etched with his friend’s name onto the cheap design of it. That friend had learned to stop lending out lighters to you at this point since you’d forget to return them.

You get the first hit, you always do, excited to feel the weed hit your body and make the morning day a little slower. You carefully lift yourself to sit onto the kitchen countertop, not even having bothered to put on any pants and still in your panties. One thing about your home is that you and Keigo are probably a little too free, walking around naked pretty frequently if not at least really under dressed.

All that stands between Keigo being completely naked is just his underwear and house slippers.

“Kettle is coming on babe, what tea do you want this morning?” Keigo asks as he flips the switch of the electric kettle and then moves to bring out a matching mug set from the cupboards.

“Earl grey. I think there’s still some scones in the freezer. Pop them in the little oven.” You answer after blowing smoke between your lips. The joint is passed to your boyfriend, he holds it between his lips, the cherry burning as he as his turn. The scones from the freezer are being warmed in the oven, the kettle is starting to boil, and you notice the ash that needs that’s ready to fall off from the joint. “Mm, baby be careful. Here, the ash tray.”

A little heart shaped dish is presented to him and he taps off the excess ash into the dish. When you set aside the dish, you take back the joint and take in a deep hit. You want your head to be high up in the clouds this morning, you want to feel so lazy and relaxed, put on some cartoons and then do absolutely nothing.

“God, you are pretty in this light. You know that, right?” Keigo awes over you, his own high reflecting in his eyes as he smooths his hands up your thighs. “My pretty girl looks so good and I think she knows it.”

He’s answered with an agreeable hum for you. His eyes watch as you hold the joint to your lips, taking in a breath but holding the smoke in. Understanding immediately, he leans forward for his lips to hover close to your mouth, his cock twitches as he shotguns from you. “You’re making me wanna fuck you this morning.” Keigo speaks as he breathes out he sucked from your lips.

“So why don’t you?”

The joint is more than halfway through when you stub it out in the little heart tray. Your legs spread open, giving him a cheeky smile as your eyes flick down for him to take the invitation. Come fuck me this morning.

Your boyfriend is not one to turn you down.

He stands as close to you as possible, hands on your hips to scoot you closer to the edge of the countertop and he kisses you, humming when he feels your legs wind around his waist. Your feet cross loosely by the ankles but you hold him tightly from above the waist, your arms looping around his neck in a hug. The air starts to smell like the scones that are warming in the convention oven that mixes in with the smell of weed.

“Wake and bake and fuck, huh?” Keigo chuckles as he pulls back a little to pull his cock out from his boxer briefs, “Wish I could do this every day.”

“Maybe if you had a work from home job,” You half joke to him, “just be home and be high on your computer while getting paid. What a dream.”

Keigo gives you a little hum, helping to take your night shirt off and immediately goes to suck one of your nipples into his mouth after he throws your shirt to the ground. Your head falls back and you arch your back, pushing your chest forward and moaning softly as he flicks his tongue. Your hips grind a little in want, your mind is fuzzy, and you love Keigo.

“Can I eat your pussy, lovebird? Or you want me to fuck you right now?” Keigo asks, pulling away from sucking at your tits, looking ready to obey any command you give him.

“You can eat me out.”

You almost laugh at how eager he was to drop to his knees, showing a lot of enthusiasm as he helps your panties off and puts his mouth to your cunt. You prop yourself with one elbow back to support you and the other threads through his hair. When you peer down at him, you see that he’s actually looking up at you with a dazed look in his eye. Whether it’s from being high from the weed or drunk from your pussy, you can’t be quite sure, but you adore how he looks.

“Fuck me with your tongue, yeah?” you’re a little breathless and you meant to sound more commanding but Keigo has overwhelming talent with that mouth of his. Soft mewls and breathy moans fill the sounds of the kitchen along with the lewd licking from your boyfriend at your pussy. You gasp when he spits onto your cunt and jams his tongue into your hole, wiggling it inside you and he groans when he tastes your cum.

If Keigo could have his way, he’d eat you out until you squirted for him. He wants his face buried in your pussy until you’re crying from being too sensitive. All he wants is to see you go cross eyed and stupid from how good he eats your cunt. His heart thrums in his rib cage over how much he wants you but his cock is so hard that he doesn’t think he can wait any longer to fuck you either.

So he’ll make you cum for him one more time with his mouth before he gives you his dick.

“K-Kei, shit shit shit! I love it!” you praise his talent as he gets sloppy for you, not holding back his own filthy noises as he gets messy. He shakes his head after he shoved his tongue into your pussy, your slick and his spit dribbles down his chin, and he almost cums when he tastes your orgasm on his tongue again.

You whimper his name, your legs slightly shaking, and feeling a little cold when Keigo pulls away. He standing up to his feet, already having pushed his underwear off and let it look at his feet. He licks his lips, still glossy from your ecstasy and his chest is flushed. It’s an easy tell that he’s all flustered when his chest or ears get a little rosy.

Keigo pulls you off the kitchen countertop to bend you over, rutting his hips against the curve of your ass. “Beg for my dick, wanna hear that you want me.” He mutters into your ear before licking a small stripe along the shell of it. It’s a small weakness that he discovered about you that he likes to tease you with.

His cock is right there, hard and curved against your ass teasing you. You beg him with pretty whimpers and soft pleas, telling him how badly you need his cock in you. It’s so gorgeous when you’re weak like this for him and you know the reward for it will be beautiful.

Your hands brace onto the countertop, pushing your ass back and looking over your shoulder. “Please baby? Need you really bad, want you to cum in me and fill up my pussy.” You try to entice him to you, reaching one hand back to hold you open for him.

It does the trick.

His hands grip you at your hips and he jolts forward into your cunt, making you yelp and your mouth drop open in surprise. Then Keigo fucks fast into you, rougher than you’d expected for someone who’s supposed to be high.

Then again, your high was broken when you had cum on his tongue the first time so the fuzziness must have left him too.

The sound of skin smacking together and your noises fill the kitchen space. Huffing breaths from Keigo as he drags you back onto his cock, pressing himself balls deep and touches that spongy part inside you that has you throwing your head back and your hands curl into fists. “O-oh god…!”

He says pretty words to you, words that make your heart swell with affection and make you feel all sentimental and gooey. It’s so disgustingly sweet, sweet like the smell of the scones in the air-

Ding!

Keigo pauses his hips, looking back at the little convention oven that had finished warming the scones. You can’t help but laugh a little at the small interruption but at least you know that your treats are ready.

“Let’s finish up, and then we can have our tea and scones.”

You hum in agreement, assuming position on bending over for him again over the countertop and arching your back, having to stand on your tiptoes to keep the position. One hand at your hip and the other grasps your shoulder, you know what it means.

He’s about to fuck hard and fast.

Keigo fucks you to the point that you have no thoughts in your head. The hand on your shoulder keeps you firmly pressed in the position and when you lose your form, he smacks you hard on your ass to remind you to correct yourself. When you feel his nails dig into your skin, you know that he’s about to cum.

“Cum in me, please!” you sob out as you cum on his cock, eager at the thought of being filled by your boyfriend and spiraling you into another orgasm, “Oh fuck, please cum in me! Please-“

You’re not prepared for when he suddenly pulls out, turns you around to give you a smothering kiss that leaves you dizzy. Faster than you can react, he puts you to the floor and on your knees. A tight fist grabs onto your head and you’re made to look up at him.

He cums all over your face instead.

Keigo jerks his cock quickly in his hand, groaning lowly and then tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. Cum is smeared against your lips before you open your mouth to flick your tongue over his tip.

“What the fuck? I said cum in me!” You complain, “Keigo!”

“I’m sorry! I wanted to but-“ Keigo tries to explain as he grabs a kitchen towel from the countertop to wipe your face.

“But what?”

“I wanted a longer fuck later today so I came on your face instead. I came too fast this time.”

Okay fine, that’s a good reason for you but you were really wanting him to cum in your pussy right then and there. You wait patiently as Keigo cleans you up but you know that you’ll have to do a proper cleaning in the bathroom. His hands are held out for you to help you stand up.

“Mad at me?” Keigo pretends to play cute, jutting his bottom lip in a pout and giving you doe eyes. Similar to what you do when you’re trying to get something you want. So you roll your eyes at him before looping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss, “I’ll cum in you later, promise.”

After you wash up your face and put your clothes back on, you and your boyfriend reignite the joint and smoke first again to bring back the high. The little dining table you have that only has room for the two of you has the scones set up on a plate along with the mugs already steeped with the earl grey tea. There’s even a plate of strawberries and mango set up as well.

“God, these scones taste even better. Don’t you think?” Keigo comments before taking a sip of his tea.

“You’re just high,” you giggle, “and we should put on cartoons and make out.”

“Later dove, I got cotton mouth right now.”

“Again with this later shit? I’ll cum in you later? I’ll make out with you later? You are not being a good boyfriend right now.” You pretend to be exasperated but really you agree. “You and your excuses.”

Keigo makes it up to you by refilling your tea cup and toasting a bagel for you. Then he makes it up to you again getting your favorite takeout delivered. And he makes it up a third and final time by finally cumming in your pussy after making you beg for him.

By night time, you and Keigo are sober and happy and fucked out and ready to just hit the hay. Sometimes you wish that these blissful, do nothing days could last a little longer. Sometimes there are moments that you only want to exist to be high and to be fucked by your boyfriend and nothing more. Lazy days with hazy minds and goofy smiles while you ride on top of him is a paradise.

The next lazy day the two of you have, Keigo is the one to greet you bright and early. “Good morning dove!”

“Mornin’…” you yawn into your pillow before setting your eyes on him.

“Wake and bake and fuck?”

You smile at him, as if you weren’t going to answer anything but yes.

[kisses4kaia]

can you do a 4/20 billy loomis fic? i havent seen much of him lately 😭 -🧸

it is no longer 4/20 but i can absolutely do this . thank you so much for 500 followers !!! 17+ mentions of marijuana usage, driving whilst high (don't), piv sex, high sex, and all-around summery, dazed and confused, high school-y type vibes (tnc is so 4/20 i love it)

tomorrow never came🍃- b, loomis ,,

today was arguably one of the most important days of the year in woodsboro, california for teenagers. it was the 20th of april, and i think you already know what that meant.

every rich kid in town was hosting a party. you didn't know which ones you were going to attend, but you did know one thing.

you were going to light the fuck up.

you and your boyfriend, billy, at least. and right now, he sat next to you, arm swung around your shoulder, legs dangling off the edge of his pickup truck.

the joint in between billy's lips burned amply as he sucked in the intoxication. "gimme that," you smiled, stealing the roach from his mouth.

he dragged his head with your hand, trying to get the most out of the hit before it was torn from him. you brought the blunt up to your lips and locked eyes with your boyfriend.

his eyes watched you as you inhaled and leaned closer to him as you blew the smoke into his mouth. he took the fog into his lungs happily. "god, you are so hot," he smiled.

you giggled. "obviously," you smirk, nodding to the growing tent in his pants. "ok, fuck you," he joked. "you will, soon." you teased.

it was then the marijuana started hitting you, so you turned to your boyfriend. "hey, baby. i think we should go now. you wanna skip or you wanna stay?" you asked him.

"i really hope you're joking, gorgeous," he said seriously, hopping off the truck and walking over to the driver's side.

you sighed with a smile doting on your mouth. "of course,"

you'd spent the afternoon in billy's backyard, swimming in his pool, making out, etc. you know, the usual.

you were now lying on his bed in a chiffon bathing suit cover-up thrown over your black bikini, the scent of chlorine still lingering in your hair.

"c'mon, we should go to a party, it's like," you paused to look at the analog clock that rested on his bedside table. "6:30. the sun is literally setting, bills." you finished.

his head rested in your lap, allowing you to play with his hair. "can't we just stay here forever?" he asked, irrationally. you smiled down at him.

"i wish, love. let's go, pretty boy," you tapped on his chest twice to get him up. he groaned, obviously. you slid on your denim shorts and white nikes.

he got dressed and carried you out of the house, bridal style. "billy! put me down!" you giggled into the crook of his neck. "mm, no," he said, opening the door to the driver seat of his truck and sitting down, you still in his lap.

you crawled out of his lap and into the passenger seat. "alright, let's go," you cut out his playfulness.

he looked over at you like he wanted to argue but just laughed.

his laugh was absolutely contagious. it made you smile and it made time stop. it that moment, it was just you and him, nobody or anything else. it was times like these that made living worth it.

as the drive began, you rolled your window down and allowed your hair to flow freely in the wind. the pressure of the breeze against your face was warm and inviting.

billy's strong hand found your thigh, drawing circles, no- hearts-, on the exposed skin with his thumb.

it wasn't long afterward the truck pulled into an abandoned parking lot, surrounded by trees and grassy patches. the party being held, kegs in every direction, and joints being passed every which way, was rather dense in population.

"stu and tatum are somewhere around here, i think," billy informed yanking the keys out of the ignition. "cool, let's get loaded. all i'm here for, actually," you joked, hopping out of the vehicle.

as you ran your eyes over the area, you spot the closest keg to you.

you saunter over, billy's hand in yours. among the stack of upside-down, cloudy, plastic cups, you took it apart and grabbed two from the middle. it was a habit you picked up from billy himself.

billy grabbed the cups from your hand and very graciously filled both of your glasses. "m'lady," he stepped back on one leg and lowered his head in a gentlemanly bow, handing you the beer.

"why thank you, kind sir," you jested, snatching the cup from his grasp. "'course.”

and with that, you and billy- hand in hand, arms swinging- lingered around the area, conversing with classmates. of course, you eventually found stu and tatum.

"hey guys!" you called out to the couple, stu's arm lazily slung around tatum's shoulder as their legs dangled off the edge of an old truck, just as you and your own boyfriend were sat in the school parking lot a few hours earlier.

it didn't belong to anyone in specific, the truck. it was a shade of dark green, with patches of rust plaguing its exterior. it was more of a decoration. you were almost certain it didn't even run anymore.

"y/n! billy! my 2 favorite people," started stu before tate shot him a warning glance. "other than you, babe. obviously," he quickly sputtered out. she laughed, satisfied.

you took a sip of your drink before you hopped up on the truck next to the blonde girl, billy following suit.

"sid couldn't make it?" you asked, noticing your brunette friend was nowhere to be found. "yeah, she had homework. said her dad was on her ass all week 'bout it," stu replied, taking the first hit from a fresh joint he just rolled.

"hm," you hummed. the silence was comfortable.

the song of the cicadas, singing a duet with the crickets in the otherwise quiet night. the chatter of others was soft, the occasional laugh lingering in the air.

you had been so in your thoughts, you hardly even noticed when tatum passed the joint over to you. "oh, thanks," you slid it in between your fingers.

as you inhaled the magical herb, you felt billy's hand slide low on your back, dangerously low. you chuckled to yourself before slipping the joint over to your boyfriend's free hand.

"careful," your warning voice was a whisper, eyes watching as he grinned around the roll between his lips.

billy reached around behind both you and tatum and handed the roach to the macher boy.

his fingers brushed over your skin, going lower and lower until you had to speak up. "hey, guys. it's getting pretty late," you announced to your friends, hopping off the automobile and dragging billy along with you.

"oh... alright. we'll see you around, guys," offered tatum with a smile. "see you guys later," stu raised his hand in a cross-faded dismissal.

you chuckled quietly to yourself and sort of aggressively tug billy’s arm. no one was sober enough to notice or care.

you dragged him all the way to his own pickup, disregarding the suggestive stares being thrown at you left and right.

after a short while, you finally found the vehicle. upon entering the backseat and being hit with the strong scent of marijuana and beer, billy crawled in after you.

"so why'd you drag me-" you cut billy off with a steaming kiss. he was taken aback at first but quickly melted into the sensation of your lips on his.

shortly after, clothes were off and flying. well, kind of. your cover-up and bikini top was off, but your denim shorts were still around one ankle with the tie-on bikini bottom being only half untied. unlike all the complications with your own outfit, billy was naked.

you guys laughed so hard as billy tried to sober up for this moment, on top of you, messily rolling a condom onto his length, just until he could at least insert his cock into your warmth.

a moan quickly intercepted your laughter as he bottomed out into you. even under the influence of marijuana and alcohol, he still fucked you like no one else.

his lips attacked your neck as you threw your head back with whimpers, applauding billy of his work. his rhythm was sloppy, but the way the tip brushed against that one spot inside of you, made up for it entirely.

with every hard thrust, his pelvis collided with your clit, increasing the pleasure you were already feeling almost too much of.

as billy’s thrusts quickly got shorter and faster, he smashed his lips against yours.

the haze of the double intoxication, along with the stimulation in your middle, made it hard to keep up with his lips moving against yours.

but it didn’t really matter, because not 5 seconds after, your release crashed into you like a semi-truck. you couldn’t stop smiling through your moans of billy’s name.

although you couldn’t feel it, you knew he’d finished aswell from the satisfied sigh he let out.

and when he pulled out, you two just stayed like that, wrapped up in each others arms, fighting the incessant urge to sleep.

“holy shit, your eyes are so red,” billy started laughing. in hindsight, it really wasn’t that funny. however, the way billy laughed like you just told the greatest joke of all time, made you start quietly giggling before completely giving in and cackling right along with him.

many couples would think the best part of their relationship would be the dates, maybe the sex, or maybe even the arguments, but for you? for you, it was moments like these, laughing your asses off with each other, completely ignoring the fact that you’re definitely going to regret getting this crossfaded in the morning.

for you it was moments like these when you loved each other like tomorrow never came.

[angel-sweets666]

Sweetheart~

The creature x fem!reader

a frilly pink outsider from New Orleans finds a undead love sick man, and doesn’t know what to do with him! chapter one Warning: swearing, possible drug use, murder.

word count 1,325

A/N HIIIIIII, I sent an ask to a writer on here a few days ago and I had the idea to write the fanfic myself! just thought it would be cute and I wanted to try and write it in my own style! This is gonna be in multiple parts in a series! Hopefully about ten parts maybe more with some one shots in between while writing (by the way I haven’t watched Lisa Frankenstein yet because it’s not out in Australia so im obviously going to be missing a few parts, I’ll try to fit them in as flash backs)

It had been a few days since *name* had found The creature, he broke into her room after leaving her mother’s rosary on his grave. Since then *Name* had been keeping him hidden away from her family in her closet, however trying to hide him from her snoopy step sister, taffy; seemed to be easier said then done. change of pov

“I mean! Is it so weird to drink milk from the carton?” You asked this zombie thing, he stared at you then shrugged “your soooo much help…” you rolled my eyes. “So like… is it peaceful down there? In the grave?” You questioned him, he slowly groaned and shook his head; his way of saying no “I would ask what’s it like but I’m far too lazy” you giggled, placing a joint into your mouth then turning your head to look at him. The creature looked disapproving, but as of right now he couldn’t show much emotion; he didn’t have eyebrows and was missing a hand and his ear. “What? People smoked cigars in your day. You probably smoked cigars!” You exclaimed, he groaned and reached his good hand to try and “confiscate” your joint “ah! No. This was a good $30.” You pulled your hand away “I’ll quit, trust. Anyways, WHAT DO I WEAR TO SCHOOL” you groaned

You ended up finding an outfit that both you, taffy and the creature agreed on. A light coloured (your choice) wool sweater, a black mini skirt, some black leggings, white leg warmers and black Mary Jane’s with little bows on them with your hair curled and in a half up half down with a bow. This frilly pink style often got you picked on and snickered at by your peers, you looked like THE biggest girly girl in the whole world. It was 1989 and you weren’t exactly the most popular.

in the car

Taffy grinned to you “soo… anyone you think is hot yet..?” She giggles “Uhm…. No” I chuckled “oh.. that one guys kind of cu-” “WHO TELL ME RIGHT NOW, NO WAIT DONT TELL ME, NO WAIT DO. DO TELL ME” she squealed into your ear “that uh.. micheal Trent guys kind of cute” she made a face “eaugh….” (Honey you slept with him…..) “what..?!” You yelled “WHY HIM?” “CAUSE HES A CUTIEE” “whatever you say” “I do say, I do” you rolled your eyes “yk most sisters are supportive right?” You told her “Mkay, they support good decisions” she said as she turned a right the car “schools to the left taf’” you reminded her “I wanna get some iced coffee” she said like it was nothing “WERE GONNA BE LATE” “SHUT UP NO WERE NOT JESUS H CHRIST”

after school (sorry for all the time skips but this is a creature x reader not let’s watch taffy and reader argue about coffee)

“uGHhhHhH school suckeds” you groaned as I walked into your room, slumping against the wooden door resulting in it shutting, the creature looked at you with furrowed brow, confused by the statement “yes they let girls go to school. It’s 1989 get with the times” the creature groaned and lifted its hand or rather lack there of “I can’t.. I can’t just get you new parts…” you told him, shrugging. He threw a little zombie tantrum, groaning and flopping onto the bed“calm down calm down!” You yelled as you tried to hold him down, grabbing his upper arm to hold the undead man in place “look I can’t get get you new pa-“*NAME LAST NAME*” a horrible screech came from your step mothers throat, clearly trying to pick yet another fight. “Go go go” you said quietly as you ushered the creature into your closet, shutting the wooden door in his face. “…yes..?!” You replied to her, she opened your door “what.. the hell.. is wrong with you?” She gets into your face “what I do?” You looked confused to her “you’re talking to yourself, throwing things. You lied to us telling us our house got broken into! That was fine china you threw!You’re going crazy aren’t you? Trying to get the towns attention because you had your old towns attention? Your nothing but a joke, a mentally ill joke.” She snaps “huh?!” “You know what I’m going to throw you into a mental facility, just to get rid of you…” you gasped, shook your head and backed away slowly “no…” you whispered, trying to avoid such misery “yes.. impatient lock down!” You gasped again “special socks n all” suddenly, a loud smack and a sickening cracking noise. The creature had grabbed the old sewing machine and slammed it onto Janet’s head “oh good lord..” you backed away and began to whimper, the creature waddles towards you and tried to hug you to calm you down, wrapping his strong but cold and dead arms around you. You whimpered and cried since now you felt like your responsible for a dead woman. He pulled away from the hug, made a groan then twisted his body towards the night table and grabbing the scissors off it. The creature leaned down and slowly, sliced off Janet’s pierced ear. The red blood poured down her makeup caked face, going down with the blood she was already gargling up and onto the carpet. The creature stood up, and held up the blood covered ear, offering it to you. With shaky hands you slowly grabbed it “d-do you want me to Uhm.. uh.. oh god…sew it back on..?”

The creatures cold and curly haired head laid in your lap, as you secured Janet’s now amputated ear to the left side of his head, double checking it was inline with the rest of his head and in the right spot for his side burns. “I don’t think.. can you hear out of it..?” You asked, yanking at the ear “can you feel it?” You questioned the undead man again, he groaned “okay yeah I forgot you don’t have a tongue.” You sighed

(flash back)

“maybe you wanna try laying in my tanning bed? Get some colour in ya?” Taffy suggested as she pat your cheek “I’m good, that thing would electrocute me.” You chuckled as you applied lip gloss, trying to get ready for a party that taffy was going to drag you to then have to take you home early like she always did. “Cmon! You’ll look good.. trust me” she smiled comfortingly “okay fine.. pass the sunscreen” you decided to humour her, holding your hand out for the plastic bottle of spf. As you went to lay down in the tanning bed, a spark hit you, then two, then three. Then…. Crack . It electrocuted you “TAFFY!” “okay I’m really sorry you got electrocuted earlier, I didn’t know it would do that .”, you huffed disappointingly

you ended up getting harrassed that night by a short guy called Doug, he kept trying to hit on you and sexually assault you. He made you incredibly uncomfortable

end of flash back

“Didn’t you say you were killed and brought back by a lightning strike, maybe electricity can add things to you!” You squealed in surprise as you rushed him down the stairs and into the magenta tanning bed. Your hand reached towards the crank, putting it into a certain level and then stepping back to see if it would work. Sparks flew in all sorts of directions, left right and centre. “Please don’t be hurt please don’t be hurt” you begged quietly, then a ding! Like an oven saying it’s finished baking, our little zombie boy was finished baking! As you opened the lid and he slowly, but hilariously sat up like a vampire. You decided to see if he could heat “can you hear me!” You yelled and he groaned “can ya?! Yeah!?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?” you kept yelling and he kept groaning. “OH MY GOD IT WORKED! HOLY SHITTTT” you clapped excitedly.

a/n sorry it’s short it’s one of my first fanfics, I hope you enjoyed and tell me if you want some more!

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 30 of 35 | masterpost

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Would being close to him still hurt if I weren't in mourning for everything I had lost? Would it still burn if there were no obstacles between us, no moral and painful restrictions preventing me from allowing myself to get lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch? Did he know that I loved him, with a certainty as vast and bright as the sun? Did I want to make sure he did?

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle

✦ a/n: hi, guys! just wanted to let everyone know that as promised, I'll start posting these last few parts twice a week - on Mondays and then on Thursdays or Fridays, depending on how much free time I have. Hope you enjoy this one, feedback is welcome! 🖤

✧ you can blame it on the stars, you can tell it to the moon / baby, I used to be good but I went bad for you / you can try and escape me but I came for you ✧

"Thanks, Amsterdam! You guys rocked!" James shouted, a massive grin plastered on his face, eyes lit up with sheer excitement as the pumped-up crowd went wild with applause.

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the scene – James, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff showing their appreciation in those closing moments of the gig. It hit me then; I had missed this, the thrill, the carefree laughs, that electric buzz running through me. Snagging another beer from the cooler stashed at the stage corner, I trailed backstage, tagging along with Leanne and Pat.

Pretty soon, the guys sauntered in, all laughter and loud banter. Cliff led the charge into the dressing room, a damp towel draped around his shoulders and a joint already fired up. He shot us a grin before chiming in:

"Not too shabby for our first gig away from home, huh?"

"You guys killed it, as usual." Leanne beamed, striding over. She wrapped her arms around Cliff's neck, going up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on him. He chuckled, giving her a tight squeeze, and I couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene.

"We kicked ass!" Lars cheered, grinning from ear to ear. He whipped out a bottle of vodka from the mystery depths of wherever and began pouring shots. "Now, it's drinkin' time, and we're gonna soak in some Venom. Fucking Venom, man!"

"Think they'll autograph my guitar?" Kirk joked, laughing, as he swiftly downed his vodka shot. I chuckled, genuinely pumped, and joined in, pouring myself a shot of vodka. I glanced up when I sensed a weight on my shoulders – there was James, slinging an arm around me before snagging a vodka glass for himself.

"You're all sweaty," I scrunched up my face, and he just laughed, knocking back his vodka shot in one go.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me?" he teased in a husky chuckle, giving my cheek a quick kiss before sauntering off to join Pat. I stood there, dumbfounded, my face burning as I touched the spot on my cheek still tingling from his lips.

The guys headed for a shower break while the stage got prepped for the night's main event. Leanne joined Cliff in the shower, but Pat and I hung back in the dressing room. We polished off the vodka bottle while I enjoyed a smoke, chatting quietly.

"So, how's the tour life treating you?" I tossed out, more to fill the quiet air than anything else. Ever since I had ditched my gig at the record store after splitting with Dave, Pat and I hadn't talked at all. Now, seeing her all cozy with James felt a bit off. I couldn't shake off Leanne's words, about Pat maybe digging the idea of James more than the real deal of who he was.

"Oh, it's been fucking amazing!" she beamed, eyes gleaming as she popped open another beer. Her slightly rosy cheeks betrayed how intoxicated she was. "James has been dragging me to all sorts of gigs since we started dating. Bummer you've been missing out lately."

"Well, I'm here now," I flashed a smile, attempting to mask my unease. Thankfully, I wasn't stuck in the conversation for too long; a quick guitar chord played, signaling that Venom’s gig was kicking off. I rose with a smile that might've been just a bit forced. "The show's starting. Want to catch it?"

"I'll wait for James," she smiled, and I gave a nod before ducking out of the dressing room.

I hadn't taken more than a few steps down the corridor when I collided with James, heading the other way, shirtless, and holding yet another half-full bottle of vodka. A surprised sound escaped me as he snagged me by the waist, pulling me in with a grin the moment he spotted me.

"Hey, sweetheart. I was waitin' for you in the shower, you know?" he whispered in my ear, followed by a low chuckle. I knitted my brows, fighting off the way his voice sent my heart racing, and gave him a shove.

"James, are you out of your mind?" I grumbled, and he laughed, releasing me. "You fucking drunkard."

He just stuck out his tongue, taking another swig from the vodka bottle before strolling back toward the dressing room. I debated whether to trail after him, to coax him into some water to sober up, but then it hit me that Pat was still there, waiting. Suddenly, the buzz and beats from the stage sounded way more inviting; last thing I needed was to be alone in a room with Pat, James, and no one else.

The show was insane, just like I’d expected. Venom's tunes were fast and intense, and the hype from my friends definitely drowned out any worries I might've had. I couldn't give two cents that neither James nor Pat bothered to show up for the gig; right then, nothing and no one could ruin my mood.

There wasn't much time for a post-Venom celebration; in a flash, the gear was packed, and the producer corralled us onto the bus for the next city. As a last-ditch effort, we all got handed water to help shake off the buzz. It did the trick better for some than others; Cliff and Leanne seemed pretty chill, but I was starting to feel a bit queasy, and Lars and Kirk were cackling like a couple of goofballs, while James showed up being practically carried by one of the roadies. Pat stormed past the chaos, looking royally pissed, and hopped on the bus without saying a word to anyone. I ambled over, curious.

"Hey, what happened?" I inquired, but that just triggered another round of laughter from Lars and Kirk. I turned my gaze to James, who was seated on the sidewalk, sipping water with a seriously annoyed look on his face. "Everything alright?"

"You have no idea," Lars managed to say, trying to catch his breath between laughs. "James, spill it."

I shifted my focus to James, now intrigued. He glanced up at me and then shrugged with a grunt.

"Pat wanted to fuck… And I puked on her."

"You did what? " I exclaimed, incredulous, while Kirk and Lars cracked up even louder. James scowled, clearly annoyed by their reaction, but truth be told, I couldn't blame them. I was trying to stifle my own laughter, a goofy grin stubbornly plastered on my face. Instead of joining in the laughter, I handed him the water bottle I got after the show, still half full. "Here. Drink more water."

"What about you?" he asked, taking my bottle. I shrugged.

"Hey, I wasn’t the one who puked on someone today, right? Trust me, you need it more than I do."

After that, we didn't waste much time getting on the bus – nothing fancy, just your regular travel bus with reclining seats that doubled as our beds for the night. The crew stashed the gear in the cargo area, and we all picked our spots; the tech crew grabbed the front seats, Cliff and Leanne chose a spot towards the middle.

Pat claimed a seat upfront, away from James, who settled in with Lars and Kirk. It seemed she was still nursing some feelings about the dressing room incident, but at least she managed to shower and change before hopping on. I found a spot further back, alone, close to the mini-fridge for easy access to some water. It felt good to have a little alone time, even if it was just for some shut-eye; despite the fatigue, it seemed like it was gonna be a pretty long night.

I spent the first few hours of the trip soaking in the view from the window. At first, it was the city lights casting a glow as we cruised through the streets. As we hit the open road, it transitioned into an abyss of darkness.

I sensed his presence even before seeing him; I felt his gaze on me, and I lifted my eyes as he settled into the seat next to mine.

"James," I murmured, my weary voice signaling that I'd probably have dozed off any moment if he hadn't dropped by. "Feeling any better?"

"Took a power nap, so I think so," he grumbled.

"Did you brush your teeth? 'Cause tomorrow morning's gonna taste gross if you don't."

"Of course, silly," he chuckled softly, then took my hand in his.

I knew I probably shouldn't encourage him, but I didn't pull it away. His hand felt big and warm, and I found comfort in his touch more than I was willing to admit. His thumb gently stroked the back of my hand.

"You shouldn't do this," I muttered, and he let out a huff.

"I'm just holding your hand. Can't I even do that?"

I sighed. Exhaustion weighed on me. All I really wanted was to surrender, rest my head on his chest, and let him hold me until morning. But I couldn't, could I? Not when he had a girlfriend. Not when the specter of my past love for Dave haunted me every moment of my days, my nights, my life.

"I'm gonna break up with Pat," he declared, and I looked up, feeling my heart race. A surge of conflicting emotions hit me; hearing that made me happy, and that scared me the most. 

"Why?" was all I could whisper. He sighed.

"I can't keep this up, Nore. She's a cool girl, but I don’t like her that way. Not the way I like you,” he murmured, and my heart fluttered at the vulnerability in his voice. "I don't want to be a jerk, I don't want to be with someone I'm not in love with. I'm gonna end it with her, and then..." his gaze, almost pleading, locked onto mine. "All I want is you. But if you don't want me..."

I reached my hand to his face. How could he not be sure that I wanted him when I could barely keep myself away from him? Even with my heart hurting, I could hardly divert my eyes from his gaze. If he wished, he could make me forget how to breathe. Despite his clear feelings for me lingering for so long, knowing that I could have even a fraction of this power over him felt too good to be true.

Would being close to him still hurt if I weren't in mourning for everything I had lost? Would it still burn if there were no obstacles between us, no moral and painful restrictions preventing me from allowing myself to get lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch? Did he know that I loved him, with a certainty as vast and bright as the sun?

Did I want to make sure he did?

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was my exhaustion, maybe it was the longing I felt to be loved, to be cared for, to be protected. Or maybe it was simply love that made me bring James’ face close to mine. His hands found my waist and lifted my body so that I sat on his lap, while my arms wrapped around his neck and my lips met his. I sighed, my tongue tracing slowly along the outline of his lower lip before venturing into his mouth, one of his hands securing the small of my back while the other got a good grip on my thigh.

I let my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer, my body pressed against his with a need that startled me; I had never allowed myself to contemplate the vastness of my feelings, of my desire for James until now. But surrendering to it felt like freedom, opening up a gap as wide as the ocean that could only be filled by him.

His lips danced against mine, his hand gripping my face as he planted small bites on my lower lip. He shifted to my neck, exploring it slowly, leaving small bites and kisses that made me tilt my head back. My eyes closed, and a low, breathy moan escaped me.

"Hush, babe," he said in a breathless half-laugh, his lips coming back to mine. I let out a low whimper, lost in the discovery of the greatness of my desire, but James just caressed my face slowly, cradling it in his hands before giving me a tender kiss on the lips. ”Tomorrow. I'll talk to her tomorrow. And I don't want to wait a moment longer after that to have you,” he kissed me again, our tongues moving slowly together before he pulled away with a smile, “Can you be a good girl until then?”

“Shut up, James,” I whispered, and he chuckled softly.

That night, I allowed myself to rest from my pain. And I allowed myself to truly appreciate, for the first time in what felt like forever, desire, longing, love.

The hope of a promise.

The memory of his lips on mine.

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[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 4

Chapter 2: The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Warning: Strong language, mention of death and mental illness, talk of addiction.

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

A few days passed and they all forgot about Jennifer and the dry cleaner. Viktor decided to stay a few days to make up to Grace for missing her birthday, and Klaus was trying to be more romantic than usual.

"Was that good?" He asked, lying next to His wife.

"Yeah... yeah of course," Victoria nodded.

"You don't have to lie."

"It was okay. You're too soft."

"I can't be rough, you're pregnant!"

She turned her back to him and looked at the jar of marigold on her nightstand.

"I'm sorry," he said with eyes full of tears. "I don't know what to do anymore to save us. I don't know how to be different from what I am now."

"I know," she murmured. "You know how Dad took our powers and all? Because we kept ending the world, but that was because some of our powers were destructive. Allison can start and end wars and she's not mentally stable, Ben can commit a massacre without breaking a sweat, Five can mess with the timeline... but we're not destructive. You just become immortal and see a few ghosts. Alright you can conjure them and stuff, but you won't need to."

"Are you suggesting I drink this shit?"

"That would make you feel safer and nobody would have to know... then you could go back to being the man I love."

"What do you mean? You don't love me anymore?"

"How can I love someone who carries a gas mask to go places?" She snapped. "Who won't eat a runny egg yolk! Who needs to bathe in alcohol before getting in bed? Who won't buy used books because someone might have left fluids on them that could give you a disease? I can't stand your restrictions anymore and you're making our daughter into a fucking wimp like you! You're boring and your new haircut sucks! You getting sober was the worst thing that ever happened to me!"

A silence took over the room and he started crying, scared to wake up their daughter with all the screaming.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Victoria quickly tried to take it back, but words are like bullets. They can't be unshot.

"Three years... you wanna throw three years down the drain because that's what you want, right?" Klaus sobbed. "You love our little parasitic relationship, the eternal screwup and his holy savior! I'm your charity case, I've always been and you feel so superior because you can smoke a joint once in a while, have a few drinks and you're fine! You can go back to being normal Victoria, but I have a disease! Once I start, I can't stop!"

"I know... I didn't mean to-"

"Every time I'd relapse back in the day, you got a glint in your eye! Oh, I get to save him again!"

"That's not true! You know damn well how hard I tried to keep you sober! I said it without thinking!"

"No, don't take it back. Dysfunction is what we do best in this family so how could we ever raise our children in a happy home? You need to traumatize them like Dad did you us! Because you think it made you tough, it made you interesting, it built character. Newsflash, sweetheart! You're just broken and full of Daddy issues!"

"How can you say that?" She started crying as well. They had not fought this badly since she left him to work in California.

"You're selfish and a big baby! You leave me when things get too hard or too boring, you did it when we were 25 and you're doing it now! I'm so done living cowering in your little bubble of superiority!"

"I took care of you your whole life! I made sure you didn't get in trouble, I made sure you were fed and healthy and safe! I was your shield for 30-something years! You know I'd take a bullet for you even now that I'm no longer indestructible! You think it was easy? You think I like picking your sorry ass off the floor when you hit rock bottom?"

"Bottom? Moi? There's no bottom here, missy, no bottom at all. I'm the goddamn Mariana Trench! Just wait till you see!"

"You're threatening me now? Give me a fucking break, I wanted to help you, you coward! So scared of a little itty bitty ghosts that you need to pop every pill on the planet. Your power is a gift!"

"You wouldn't survive a day with my power! So easy for you... I don't feel pain, nothing hurts me!"

"I'd thrive with your power, you're just too weak and cowardly to deal with it how it's supposed to be!"

"Thank you... you know truly thank you. Finally a grain of honesty. Feels refreshing! You wanted the old Klaus? You got him!" He reached for the jar of marigold but she took it from him.

"I'll put this away, nothing good is gonna come from taking this shit..." Victoria got up and grabbed a box from the top shelf to leave the jar in, but she found something that caught her eye. A card.

"Give it to me! You want me to so bad to be your pet junkie again!"

"No! I'll give it back to whoever gave it to us!"

"You'll return it to the man in the dry cleaner?"

"No, someone else... look after Fortune, I'll be back."

**

Victoria headed to the Hargreeves mansion, she had not been there in years. Not ever since she tried to get the location of their birth mothers, but Reginald knew nothing of it.

The guards were more than eager to let her in, they treated her like she was actually part of the family.

When she walked into the mansion, she heard the sweet sound of a violin being played by a beautiful lady who looked almost angelic.

"Abigail."

"Hello, Victoria," she smiled, putting down the violin. "Long time no see! What brings you here today? I see you're glowing, when can we expect the second little one?"

"You forgot your jar of marigold," Vicky leaned against the wall in front of her.

"I'm sorry? I think you're mistaken."

"No, I'm not, step-mama. You know, I can't read minds anymore, but I'm not stupid. That whole Sy Grossman story was mighty suspicious. So I turned to the note you gave us to send the location of Viktor. Where had I seen that handwriting before? Oh yeah! The card you sent to us the day my daughter was born. I had to check it to make sure, and there it was... your handwriting. Now would you tell me why you gave us a jar of this stuff?"

"I synthesized marigold back in my world, but when I created this new element, another one was accidentally produced as a byproduct... Durango."

"Durango."

"Yes, and it's inside of Jennifer."

"Jennifer... as in Jennifer who got my brother killed?"

"I do not know about that... but when marigold and durango interact, there's a dangerous physical reaction."

"Makes sense. He touched Jennifer and started getting this weird rash, then his tentacles were out of control, and he ended up killing himself and the girl... but wait, you gave us Marigold and sent us to look for durango? Do you wanna fucking kill us?" Victoria grabbed Abigail by the collar.

"What is the meaning of this?" Reginald came into the room with a scowl. "Unhand my wife right now!"

"Your wife tried to end the world! I have a child and I'm expecting another! I have a nephew and nieces, how could you do this?"

"I never asked to be brought back!" Abigail finally said. "Reginald brought me back to life and I didn't ask for it! He unleashed this danger into your world after it destroyed ours, I just wanted to cleanse it."

"Very well, it's cleansed," Victoria opened the jar and tossed it in the fireplace. "Now don't you ever come near me or my family, with or without powers, I will end your sorry ass with my bare hands."

"There's no need for this sort of-" Reginald placed himself between them.

"Don't you miss being so strong?" Abigail held up a vial of marigold. "Nothing could hurt you, you knew what everyone was thinking and even controlled it, you controlled what they felt... wasn't it great?"

"I'm great without my powers, I'm a mother and a wife, a business owner... that's all I wanna be," Victoria sneered.

"What about your husband? Don't you miss him? Don't you miss the devil-may-care Klaus? Who jumped in front of cars and spent all night partying? The man you fell in love with is gone."

"Shut up..."

"This is the very last of the marigold in the world. Enough for two people... maybe three, if you want to make your daughter special as well. Protect her from the world."

Victoria sniffled and grabbed the vial, she looked at it and for a moment all the memories from her youth came rushing back.

She remembered crazy nights with Klaus, dance lessons, their mother's shoes, their college days, his face while getting his palms tattooed, the amazing girls she met in Vietnam, her life in the 60s, the cult, his proposal, their wedding, falling out of her window when he tickled her... and it was the concrete that shattered.

"It was the concrete that shattered," Victoria mumbled, opening the vial.

"All you have to do is to look for Jennifer," Abigail murmured.

"Will it hurt us?"

"You won't feel a thing. You and your family will be protected. You won't face the same ending as your brother."

"There's another thing I'm good at besides recognizing handwritings..." Vicky swallowed. "Recognizing liars."

She tossed the glowing liquid into the fire once again and turned her back to leave.

"Victoria!" Abigail called.

"Enjoy the rest of your life in our world and don't you dare create more of this shit. I'll come kill you myself."

**

Meanwhile, back at home, Klaus was pacing around the room. He kept replaying and replaying all the moments from the fight in his mind and it hurt more and more each time he remembered.

That familiar need started taking over and he knew he was about to relapse. He took the phone and called Claire, asking her to come over and pick up Fortune because he had to take care of an emergency.

After that, he started going through the house grabbing everything valuable he could get his hands on. First his own wedding ring, Vicky's collectible Disney music boxes, her jewelry, the Rolex she got him for their anniversary, and finally their daughter's piggy bank.

He smashed Fortune's porcelain pig on the floor and grabbed all the money inside before pulling their flat screen off the wall in the living room.

"Daddy?" Fortune stood behind him. "Why did you break the piggy bank? I'm saving for a Barbie Dream House!"

"Tunnie baby!" He tried to smile. "You're here! Claire is coming to pick you up so you can play at Aunt Alli's house."

"What are you doing, Dada?" She frowned, noticing something was clearly weird.

"You know this TV has been on the fritz for a while. Haven't you noticed, baby girl? I just thought I'd take her down to the old geek lab, let them work their magic."

"It's not broken, Dada. You're weird, I'm scared... where's Mommy?"

Fortune tried to come closer, but Klaus held his hand up.

"No no no! Your feet, sweetheart, you'll hurt your feet with the shards. Watch your feet, sweetheart!" He cried, covering his mouth in panic. "The piggy was an accident, Tunnie, I'll pay you back."

"I don't care about the money, Dada, I want you to be okay," the little girl looked down, tears running down her face. "I know something's wrong, please tell me so we can talk and make it better."

"I'll talk to you, Tunnie, I will. But Daddy has had a horrible day and he just can't... just can't have this conversation right now. I'm sorry."

"Claire said you were sick. That you needed help to stay healthy, are you not feeling well again? I can help you! I'll call 911, please stay with me!"

"It's too late, baby, I'm sorry. You stay put and wait for your cousin, okay? You need to stay on the couch waiting for her and when mommy comes back, she'll pick you up."

"No, Daddy! Don't go! You're sick, you need a doctor!" Fortune tried to stop him from going to the door.

"No, Tunnie, Daddy's gonna leave now just for a little bit."

"Please stay! It's dark and I'm scared!"

"I gotta go-"

"But Daddy...!"

"WILL YOU PLEASE JUST FUCKING MOVE?" He yelled. "NOW DO WHAT YOUR FATHER SAYS AND DON'T TALK BACK, FORTUNE BENNIE HARGREEVES!"

The little girl was stunned into silence and her little pout quickly turned into panic as she started crying harder. She watched her father leave and sat on the floor sobbing quietly.

Not once had he ever raised his voice at his daughter, she was an easy girl and never got in trouble. She never needed to be punished or grounded, he always considered himself lucky... but now Klaus feared he was turning into what he hated most: his father.

*

"Hello," Victoria picked up the phone as she drove back home.

"Vicky, we need to get together right now," Five said. "Bring Klaus."

"I don't know where he is, he left Fortune at Allison's and disappeared with our TV and my jewelry. I'm looking for him right now."

"Shit... we need you! I think we have some more insight on the whole Jennifer situation."

"So do I, wait until I tell you who planted the marigold in that box and sent us after durango."

"What? What are you talking about? Ben is here! We're all at the old Academy."

"I know, he's an asshole. Big news..."

"No, not Sparrow Ben, our Ben."

"What?" She nearly crashed the car when she made a turn to head to the Academy. "How?"

"He found this sort of subway where the train takes you to different timelines, there's a crack in time and space which made several portals around the world to this station. The timelines are bleeding into each other."

"Please don't say another apocalypse is coming, I can't cope," she huffed.

"No, I mean, not if we find out how this is all connected. It's supposed to be one timeline, The Keepers, that group Sy mentioned... Lila and I have been infiltrated there for months and they know we're in the wrong timeline."

"Well fuck, that means the cleanse is a little more drastic than I thought."

"How do you know about the cleanse?"

"Abigail told me, it's a whole chemical thing with Jennifer. I'll explain better once I'm there."

"Jennifer? Oh, that makes sense why Dad is trying to keep her away from society."

"He is?"

"Jean and Gene, the leaders of that group I told you about were just murdered along with a bunch of their followers when they tried to kidnap Jennifer from the make-believe town where she lives. Everyone in the town is a Hargreeves soldier."

"Alright, I'm so confused. The Klaus hunt will have to wait, I'll be there in five... Five."

Tag List: @jozstankovich @firstpersonnarrator @salvador-daley

[leasstories]

More than friends?

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

+18, NSFW, male masturbation, mention of sex.

WC ≈ 1K words

Based on Jenny by Studio Killers

February 1985

Eddie and you have been best friends since he moved at his uncle’s trailer when he was 10 years old. You are a year younger than him, but you are currently in the same grade as he failed senior year. Eddie is now laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling, a shirt you forgot at his place around his pillow. Eddie is thinking, his feelings for you slowly changed from platonic to romantic. You are literally his dream girl. You are quieter than him, and yes Eddie might be loud, but he could not be with someone as loud as him. You are kind but do not hesitate to say when you are not okay with something. You are caring. You love metal music, like him and fantasy books. You know all the DnD rules and often write campaigns with him. Eddie finds you beautiful and he started falling for you a little over two months now.

At first, he did not notice his feelings for you changing when he started thinking about you every time, he fisted himself. And every time he came harder and faster than the previous one. The next step was imagining everything he could do to you. How he could eat out your pretty (well that’s how imagines it) pussy. He imagines how good he could make you feel with his guitarist fingers, how he would start with one finger, pulling it and out until your pussy is dripping. He then, imagine himself adding a second and later on a third finger. He would then be licking the dripping slick from your pussy. He imagines it would taste as sweet as you are. He imagines how the sound you would make, and all of this put him over the edge every single time.

The problem that came with fantasizing about you is that Eddie started getting hard every time you guys touched. When you touch his arm while laughing at his jokes, hugging him good morning or when you guys have a movie night, and you snuggle into him. Being around you is starting to get hard for him. Eddie has to tell you, but he is wondering how? You are his dearest and oldest friend, and he does not want to lose you. But not telling you seems impossible for him, Eddie feels like he is going to explode if he does not tell you.

Eddie finally gets up from his bed, you guys are supposed to meet up at the diner in 30 minutes and then go back to his trailer to write the new DnD campaign together. He goes to the bathroom and tries to comb his hair as much as possible, he puts on some cheap cologne and instead of his worn-out reebok, Eddie put on his new combats’ boots. The one you insisted that he should get.

Then Eddie left his trailer and drove like a maniac to the diner. Eddie is stressed out, seeing you literally became nerve-wracking for him. For once in his life, Eddie is in advance. He opens his van’s windows and light up a joint. He smokes it to try and relax. Seeing you should not be that hard, you guys have known each other for a decade now.

Eddie spots your red Jeep immediately. He gets out of his van and goes to your car. Once you’ve stopped the ignition, Eddie opened the door for you.

“M’lady.” He says, bowing at you.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You answer while getting out of the car.

Eddie and you enter the diner and sit at your usual booth, the one the farthest from the door. You sit opposite each other.

Eddie’s hands start becoming clammy and he is unusually quiet.

“Is everything okay Eds?” You ask him.

“Sweetheart, you know how you are my best friend?” Eddie blurts out.

“Yes?” you ask frowning, not knowing where Eddie is getting at.

“I don’t know how to say this… because you are my dearest friend…” Eddie says hesitantly.

“Is something wrong Eds?” you ask, your smile dropping. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all Sweetheart. But didn’t you notice that some things of yours went missing?” He asks.

“Yeah… there is this one lipstick, my favorite one that I lost. And one of my shirts, the one I wore last time I was at your place…” You tell Eddie.

“Well… I… I might be the one to have them. I’ve been stealing some of your stuff now and then because… they mean the world to me.” Eddie says nervously.

The waitress interrupts your conversation to take your orders, Eddie knows your order by heart, so he order for the two of you.

Once she leaves you say, worriedly. “I don’t know what you are getting at Eddie…”

“I want to ruin our friendship. I think we should be lovers instead.” He blurts out.

“Is that why you hated all of my boyfriends?” You ask, shocked by Eddie’s revelation.

Eddie looks down. “I cannot pretend what your saying is false…”

“Eds” you coo.

He raises his head to look at you. You pat the space on the bench next to you.

“c’me here” you tell him softly.

Eddie sits next to you. He takes your hand in his.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time Eddie Munson. I flirted with you for month but as you weren’t really receptive, I thought you didn’t like me back.” You say while the waitress put your burgers, fries and onion rings on the table.

“What?!” Eddie blurts out.

“Eddie, I love you too. And now that I know that we are more than friends, I’ll follow you until the end.” You tell him before softly kissing his lips. Eddie and you spend your lunch making out and when you go back to the trailer, you do not write the next campaign. You make Eddie’s fantasy’s come true and your cum tastes exactly how Eddie predicted it, it is as sweet as your personality.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[ryololart]

Hospital Troubles

Summary: After Simon crawled out of Mexico and Evan dealing with him.

Warnings: Horrible spanish (im sorry i used google translate), gore description,

I had been bitten by a snake once in my life when I was 14. 

Ethan had gone out with his friends  onto the east side of the highway earlier that day and hadn’t come back in a few hours. I had begged Mason to go look for him but he just handed me his sidearm and told me to go myself if I was so worried. In my house guns were given out like toys. Maybe it was just Texas in the 90s but Papa’s shotgun hung over the fireplace, Mason’s sidearm was always on the table, a deagle I managed to swipe off an officer going around town had its place under my pillow. The cold metal felt secure in my hands.

I got on my old bike that had started to rust from the rain and headed south towards Route 90. My head had been flooded with worry, what if he got taken, he’s hurt, dead. My little brother, he can’t, he’s fine. Out of all of us, he is the most resilient, he would be okay. 

The rocks under my tires sent ripples down my spine as I rode the 30 minutes to the old picnic station in East Sanderson. I nearly drove myself insane for those thirty minutes, pedaling as fast as I could without getting too out of breath. The gun was heavy in my waistband, the metal starting to warm from my body heat was waking me up. The adrenaline was shooting through my body and making my chest feel tight. My muscles were tense ready to react, my eyes on alert, my fingers gripping the handlebars so hard I thought they might turn white and fall off. However, there they were, the four boys and my brother, higher than kites. The sun had just started to go down and the creatures of the nights were coming out. I threw my bike down and grabbed him by his shirt from where he was sitting at the picnic table. The red rage that had been flowing through me exploded in the moment.

“Ethan Richard! Do you know how worried I was, and here you are smoking a fucking joint with these idiots!” My words were laced with venom, but he was my responsibility and here he was putting himself in danger. “If you wanna smoke I don’t give flying fuck! But don’t do it an hour ‘round the trip at dusk! Do you know what's out there ya nitwits? You are lucky I won’t tell ya mothers! Home now!” I let go of Ethan and pointed at his friends, Mitchell, Dighton, and Jose. 

I guess I had been so blind in how upset I was I didn’t watch where I was stepping and my yelling was louder than the rattling. I stepped right on a rattlesnake and he wasn’t happy about that. Got me in the ankle in return, fangs right in the meat. I grabbed the pistol from the back of my pants and fired a shot right at it in panic. Its little head exploded like a firework of red. 

I was swearing up a storm and flipping out, I had seen people get bitten my entire life and some didn’t recover. The boys were higher than the goddamn stratosphere and could barely walk straight and I was panicking. You always let a venom bite bleed out because hopefully it will release the venom. Sucking on it wouldn’t do it no good once it’s there. I managed to get my wits about me by grabbing some rope that had been left at the park and tying all the bikes together. It was nearly dark now, the stars covered by dark looming clouds. We had less than twenty minutes to get back to town before it was completely dark. 

“Ride your fucking bikes and don’t loose the goddamn rope,” I told them and pulled them all along back to town. I had one hand steering and one hand firmly on the gun, eyes peeled on the horizon. It was slow, they could barely feel their peddles to keep going. I felt like I was watching sand fall in an hourglass as the sun faded into the west. The crickets and howling were keeping my thoughts company as we rode. I kept the markers of time in my head as we passed the giant dented rock we called the fallen star, twenty-five, then the broken down truck that has been there forever, twenty, the mile marker, fifteen, the cemetery, ten, the trailer park, five, the clinic. 

I had already started to get dizzy and feel as if I was gonna fall, but I kept peddling, I could fight this. I could do this. We didn’t have any lights in town, it was too expensive, the only thing that lit up the streets were the businesses that were closing. Blood started to drip down my nose. People had started to draw the shades and wind down for the night, and there was a string of six kids, five high as hell, and one panicking and holding her ankle stumbling in the clinic that was closed for the night. Luckily the nurse hadn’t left yet and usher me in the door telling the boys to sit in the lobby, turning the light on for them as their atoms merged with the couch. 

The nurse's name was Lauraine. She had always been a nice woman, about forty then, graying brown hair, tired lines on her face, soft blue eyes that reminded me of a cold stream that I wanted to crawl into. Out of the female role models in my life she was the one I clung to after Mama died. She patched me up, shot me up with anti-venom, and gave me a swat over the head sending me on my way. She did not charge me a dime. Which was nice because I still had a 10k debt to pay her for my mother.

 I had to go get Lucas’s toy wagon and pull the boys back to their homes. I purposely knocked on their parents door to wake them up so that the boys would get in safely, and hopefully never do this again. Kids would be kids but in Texas that will get you killed. 

They were out there in the night for less than an hour. Simon had been out there for a week, barely moving, crawling with his hands to the border, for safety.

 It took him a few days before he would actually look at me. He refused to talk. I would come in and try to make conversation, get him comfortable around normal people again. I’d let him read my reports before sending them to his boss. I think he liked the control. His forms of approval and disapproval were getting a shaking head and a scoff or a rolling of an eye and the paper shoved back in my hands. I flicked him on the forehead and told him to use his words several times but the doctors didn’t like that very much. I spent a lot of time translating for him because he didn’t understand too much Spanish. He picked up a few things here and there but our doctors spoke too difficultly, too many words at once. 

Once they ridded him of his restraints I got him a pen and pad where he tried to stab me, some feral side of him exposing itself.

“Ah-ah, naughty boy,” I hissed, ripping it from his weak hands. “Is that how you treat your host? Hmm?” After that he used it much nicer. It took a bit of coaxing, making sure he felt safe, and that we weren’t gonna hurt him. After what he had gone through, I could understand how he was like a feral dog. No worries, I got a good collar and leash for him. That’s what we are, feral animals just trying to bare teeth instead of biting into flesh. However when it’s time we will draw blood, that is the oldest cycle of the world. Blood for a small amount of peace that never lasts.

First I made sure I was telling him things on my own instead of the doctors coming in and speaking Spanish for me to translate. It was much easier for me to read the reports and tell him myself. Second, I gave him time by himself. We had him on 24/7 watch before but we found the more time he was alone, the better his demeanor was. So at random, unscheduled times he got an hour by himself. He was still being watched on cameras, but I think he felt like a prisoner before, which he wasn’t. Thirdly, I would have shifts in there by myself with him and I would tell him stories. I told him about the time I got bit by the snake and a few others from my childhood that were a bit lighter in nature. 

One time Liana, Marcus, and I broke into Priest Cornell’s house. Found out he was a wannabe rockstar when he was a young adult. He had a guitar, music sheets, a lot of coke, magazines maybe priests shouldn’t have, and other shit that was odd. I got a chuckle out of Simon from that one. It was from deep in his chest, it sounded like a scoff but the slight smirk on his face said otherwise. It was like a treat, to pull one out of him. 

I made it personal because this was. He wasn’t a broken man, his pieces were just a bit shattered. He needed someone to glue them back together again so he could go back to his family. Just like I would have wanted someone to do for me. I tried my best to make the room less sterile, make it a little more homely. Hung up a few pictures, once he wasn’t so unstable I brought in some better blankets, helped him obtain some belongings. 

Lucas had gotten Mono once. Nasty thing, he had kissed some girl at school and she gave it to him. His throat swollen looking like spider bites, bones so achy he couldn’t get out of bed, a blistering fever, and appetite for nothing. I had sat by his bed for a week, cold washcloth on his head, forcing old cans of soup down his gullet. I had been so worried and we were at a time I couldn’t afford to take him to the clinic. I felt helpless.

 That is how I feel with this man in this hospital bed. I knew I had to get him back home. Halcon was the one who had brought him to the hospital. Everyone has to work a shift in town in the doctorate as the border was pretty hostile and the border guards weren’t able to keep it tame enough. He was the one on shift sitting in his Ford Ranger he had bought himself with his second payment. He hadn’t had a family to feed, or a house to pay rent for. Once he got to the base he made it his home, he had no one to go back to anyways. He had wanted that truck for awhile, telling me about it all at bootcamp. He had worked out a deal with the guy who had been selling it in the newspaper to wait to sell it to him when he had the money. God he probably hung the clipping above his bed to look at every night. Since the man had been found by Halcon he was now my unit’s responsibility and I was the Sergeant Master, the highest ranked and responsible for the team and their findings. 

He really didn’t sleep as much as he should have been. He often would wake up thrashing, I would be sitting in my little chair in the corner, working on reports on aircraft fixes I had made that week. Half the time I had Cruz and Dino’s reports to write too because they had a hard time writing in English. He would lurch up, gripping the rails of his bed, sweat dripping down his face, arms shaking. Once his eyes met mine he would take a deep breath and lay back, an arm over his forehead, hiding his face. 

There was a demon in that man's head, plaguing his dreams. Its claws dug itself into his mind, holding on for dear life. Made him do things, act a certain way, worst all of it locked his mouth shut. It was like when you had been traveling for a long time without water, but forced to keep walking, couldn’t stop. You were out of breath, your throat itches and ached for that sweet drink of relief. Yet you still have miles to go to get it. You don’t open your mouth for the hot air as it will only make it worse, you just keep swallowing the little saliva and pray it won’t dry up, but when it does do you accept and fall to your knees and accept the fate the maker had for you? Or do you push through the need and walk, walk for the next day, walk for the day after, and then the next. Whether he had nothing to say or couldn’t conjure up a word, he never spoke. Not once. He would make grunting noises, hums of approval, or a scoff of frustration, but never enough syllables to make a word. 

The doctor would come in to finally take off the bandages on his chest from work they had done on his hook scar. At least I think it was a hook. There was an entrance wound on the backside of his ribs to the front side. It was large leaving a good sized hole behind and the way it pulled up like he had been hanging by it makes my theory further prove itself. When I asked him what it was from and tried to get him to write something he just shook his head at me, his hands would shake with the pen between his fingers. I stopped pressing him for answers after that.

“Hola, ¿cómo estamos hoy?” The doctor pushed the curtain that separated us from the rest of the hospital. Dr. Richard was a short man, tanned skin, dark eyes and hair. His face was lined with wrinkles and tired lines. We had a back corner room next to a window. The walls were a soft beige, the monitors connected to him made soft beeps, and there were a few chairs scattered around from where I had migrated around the room. 

“Hi, how are you today?” I say to Simon without thought, not even looking up from the part I was tinkering with. He raised his hand making a so-so motion and looked away from the doctor. He was not looking forward to this. He was so hesitant towards the doctors. Especially when they brought out their tools, I swear he flinched every time the cool metal of the instruments touched his skin. The fear in his eyes looked like Cargo’s when Mason would yell at him.

“Estamos cambiando los vendajes y comprobando si hay infección en la herida de la costilla. Debería ser rápido. Queremos intentar darle el alta pronto.” The doctor says moving to the opposite side of the gurney to where I was. 

“We are changing the dressings and checking for infection in the rib wound. It should be quick. We want to try to discharge you soon,” I repeat looking up now, setting my project to the side. Simon shakes his head and I know this is gonna be a battle. He had been acting like this for a while. He often would fight the doctors first before letting them do their work. “Mr. Riley don’t fight him, just let him do this and you get to go home soon.” 

“¿Lo sujetarás, Evan?” The doctor asked me to hold him but I knew this was preventing his progress. Each time we forced him through another procedure he would revert back to when we found him. The feral dog that needs cuffs to keep him tame. He was my responsibility and I feel like  I was doing him wrong each time they did this to him. However, what choice did I have?

“no le gustará,” I rolled my eyes knowing this was gonna be a challenge.

“Va a sufrir de cualquier manera, debemos tratar de mantenerlo físicamente sano durante ese tiempo.” He sighed and stood up straight urging me to do the same. I knew he was right, he was gonna suffer either way at least let's make him physically comfortable. I don’t know if I will ever get the full story of what he went through but from his reaction it was bad. I knew what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder looked like. How Ethan flinched whenever someone raised their hands, how Liana and Marcus would turn away from the loud noises on the streets, how Mama would freeze when she heard my loud footsteps or a slamming of a door. I still had flashbacks of my broken door creaking open at night and having the point a the gun under my pillow at a drunk Mason to tell him he was in the wrong room. 

“Hazlo rápido, ha lidiado con suficiente dolor Richard,” I told him to make it quick. “Mr. Riley, he has to change the bandages, it will be quick.” Simon shakes his head at me, eyes glancing back and forth from Dr. Richard and I. I go to touch his hand and he pulls it back quickly, that look returning in those bloodshot eyes. Then I have an idea:

“The first time I went to Mexico I was nine,” I managed to snag his hand in mine and his breath quickens, but his eyes are off the doctor and on me. “My oldest brother, Mason, was a border guard and he has a special mission to go over the border to check a train coming into Texas. He didn’t speak a lick of Spanish and needed me to talk to the conductor to keep the train in place long enough to check the cargo. You see this was an illegal drug run that a cartel had paid my brother to let through and they had to make sure everything was still intact. My brother was a bad man but didn’t have any skills in lying, he was too stupid, and they weren’t supposed to be in Mexico-.” Dr. Richard managed to pull the blankets down and start to cut on the old bandages and Simon was still too focused on me. 

“I remember crossing the border and thinking, well none of this is any different than Texas,” I laugh a little. “It was all still hot and sandy. Only thing which was different is most people only spoke Spanish, and the dirty looks were now directed towards us instead of the other way around. The train stop was about six miles from the border. I had on old tennis sneakers that sole’s were started to rip from the bottom and a toe was poking through the front. My feet ached and blistered but we kept walking. I felt like I was on a mission, my mind racing with thoughts of being a government agent, undercover. I felt so important that day. I was so headstrong I barely even noticed my surroundings and how beautiful it was becoming as we walked away from civilization, down the tracks. It was early morning, the sun just rising, orange light touching all the rocks around us. Lizards sitting on large rocks, soaking up the heat after the cold night. Once we found the train, the boys went right into the cargo, crawling like bugs up the ladder. I knocked on the conductor's window, leading him to sliding the door open. The man was older, graying hair, dark skin, a big scar on the left side of his face and part of his ear missing. I just started talking, asking him where the train was going, what kind of train it was, who he was, what he was doing. Childlike questions. I feel guilty now because he was a kind man, especially to someone who was obviously not Mexican. With my blonde hair and green eyes I was noticeably American to anyone,”  His bandages had been removed, wound cleaned, and new ones applied. He was so focused on me, like an owl his gaze piercing and head tilted to the side. “Mason checked the cargo and it was all there, signaled me with a hooting noise, and headed back home. I talked the entire way home about how cool I was and he called me his little spy. I had never felt so useful, until I watched the train blow up in front of my face as we crossed back into Texas. I learned later the guards had planted bombs to blow up the train and blame it on a different cartel to start a war. Get them more focused on each other than the border. The man was dead, and I never knew asked him his name.”

 I shook my head at the memory. I could still feel the heat on my face from the blast. God my ears are still ringing to this day. This was the first time he didn’t need to be restrained during or after the doctors did work on him. 

[upontherisers]

shush for mahalia & bucky pretty please 😁😁😁

a/n: no proofreading, we die like men, etc., etc. i've answered the prompt on a technicality. welcome back to lake harding, everyone. [ shush ] for a kiss to silence the other party

Jack calls it at 1:30 am, standing with an exhale and taking in the counselors spread along the waterfront.

“Already?” Ev asks from where he’s slouched in a fraying camping chair.

Jack shrugs. “I’m tired.”

“Hazel’s tired,” Bucky says. “You just want to walk her back.”

Hazel—in the middle of draining the rest of her beer as she walks over from the girls’ fire—pauses, looking between Jack and the rest of the group around the fire. Her arm lowers hesitantly and she huffs a flustered laugh before breaking into a smile. “I’m good by myself. This is your last one, I don’t wanna—”

“No, no,” Jack says as he steps out of the ring of logs. “Let’s head back.”

Bucky has to duck under the hand Jack flings out to smack him with and he grabs around at the sand underfoot until he finds a pebble and hurls it only for Jack to sidestep without having to turn around as he sets his jacket around Hazel’s shoulders.

They watch the pair go, their tall frames moving in and out of the firelight from the flames up the beach. Bucky waits for something, for Jack to wrap his arm around her shoulders, for her to reach for his hand, but they disappear past the Big House without incident and he shakes his head with a chuckle. Always professional, those two, very resilient to his badgering. They’ll break this year, he’s sure of it, with it being Jack’s last and all.

Then, it’s quiet. Waves run gently to shore and rock the docks to and forth, the creaking wood blending with the crickets and owls in the trees up the hill. The breeze is gentle and chilling and gives him every reason to stay by the crackling fire. Even the moon’s out tonight, lighting the lake all the way to Outpost Island and Camp Taylor at the other end, and into the mountains beyond. It’s peaceful—not just a night in at his apartment peaceful, but peaceful peaceful—the kind of peaceful they make movies about, the kind of peaceful that settles right to his bones and scratches the itch he’s had since he drove up from the city this morning. The kind of peace he can be alone in, even when he’s surrounded by friends.

The kind of peace that blends with the beer and the bud and the moon and nearly sends him to bed right where he’s sitting until he hears a laugh from the next fire over that cuts through the zen he’d reached in the last few minutes.

“Jesus, she’s loud,” he mutters, laying out on his log now that he has the space. There are a lot of stars when he looks up.

Buck snorts. “You’re loud.”

“I’m not that loud.”

“You are,” says Benny. Bucky flops out a leg to kick at him and misses. 

Mahalia laughs again from the girls’ fire and he turns his head toward the sound. She’s sharing a log with Willie and they’re cackling, falling over each other and wiping their eyes as Dolores tells a story that has her gesturing wildly with her hands. Their resident comedian saves her best work for nights like these and while Bucky would usually try to push his way over to be in on the joke, he’s caught by Mahalia in the firelight—the blush of her lips, the flame-washed dark gold of her skin, the smooth lines of her neck, and the delicate chain shimmering at the hollow of her throat. He’s cold suddenly, and sits up to grab his jacket.

Curt’s hand raises across the circle. “Last call. There’s, like, two hits left.” The joint in his fingers leaks thin wisps of smoke above the flames.

“Dibs!” Bucky and Mahalia say at the same time. 

Curt holds it out to Mahalia, who’s rising from her seat. Bucky glares at his friend. “That’s my weed.”

“I wouldn’t hear the end of it,” the younger counselor says with a shrug, his dimple popping out of his grimace. 

Bucky’s on his feet and bounding over before Mahalia’s halfway there, and she squawks as he plucks the joint from Curt and takes a hit. 

He really makes a show of it, taking a long drag and holding the smoke for longer than necessary before exhaling with a labored sigh pointed at the stars. When he looks down again, Mahalia is a few feet from him, arms crossed over her sweater, mouth open as she slides her tongue over her teeth in fury. She’s hot when she’s angry—round brown eyes burning in the flames of his fire, jaw tight and sharp—but she’d kick him in the nuts if he said it out loud.

Curt speaks up behind him. “C’mon, Bucky. It’s the last night.”

“I don’t know,” he replies, rolling the joint in his fingers. “Sounds like she’s got a problem if she needs it this badly.”

Mahalia’s stomping toward him in an instant. “Chick’s not here to stop me from beating your ass—”

“Okay, okay,” he says, “fine.”

She comes to a stop in front of him as her next blustery threat fizzles out. He debates going for it and dashing before her short legs can get traction in the sand, but as he looks down at her—her eyes pools of dark, still water now that he’s blocking the light—he’s cold again, and he doesn’t let himself look lower than her expectant face to the scars that now dot her left knee and crawl up her thigh. You owe her.

But, he can still do it with his usual… flare.

It’s slower than the first time as he takes another hit and her lips part, enraged. He takes advantage of the moment to press his mouth to hers and exhale. Her chest presses against his as she breathes him in and he ignores the twitch in his pants at the small whimper in her throat that’s only audible to him. You’ve done this before, he thinks. It’s just Mahalia. 

But her name sounds different in his head than it has during all the previous summers, and as she pulls away, exhaling with a blissful, lazy smile, he wants to suck the smoke from her mouth. Not because it’s his weed, but because it’s her.

A burst of laughter from a group of Lower Camp counselors further down the beach breaks him out of his thoughts and he steps away from her with a nod. It’s just Mahalia. “We good?”

She blows the last of the smoke in his face and chuckles cooly. “For tonight.”

Tonight won’t last much longer—the long drive is catching up to him, so are the High Noons, and they have an early start tomorrow when Chick and Red get in—but as Mahalia walks back over to her fire, already joking with Vera about something that makes her voice carry back to him on the breeze, he decides he’ll take it. Tonight’ll do just fine.

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The Weight of the World

*The Titan Atlas has requested help so he can be there at his daughter’s wedding. Mario has agreed to shoulder the weight of the sky for him*

Mario: The weight, uggh, impossible. Atlas... Atlas?!

-

~the Mushroom Kingdom, Peach’s Castle~

Peach, looking pensively out her balcony: I know you’re out there somewhere Mario. I believe in you.

Toad: You say something your Highness?

Peach: Keep your spear sharp, Toad. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a busy day.

-

~8:00 A.M.~

*A cat is stuck in a tree*

Toad, climbing up the tree: It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.

Cat: meow.

*Toad successfully rescues it*

Toad: I got you, all safe.

Old Lady: Ooh, I thought Mr. Mittens would never get down!

Toad: No problem ma’am. Just doing what Mario would have done!

-

~11:30 A.M. Professor E.Gadd’s lab~

*Ridley is attacking*

Ridley: HAHAHA! BEEN WAITING ON THE OPPORTUNITY TO TORCH THIS JOINT! AND SINCE MARIO’S OFF SIPPING MAI TAIS I CAN-

*Luigi suddenly slams into him, sending him flying*

Ridley: Gah! You?!

Luigi: Time To-a cool off!

*he knocks Ridley out*

*As Luigi is tying up Ridley the Mushroom Fire Department is putting out the fire*

Firetoad: We got everyone out safe, Luigi. Thanks for helping!

Luigi: If it-a weren’t for-a my brother I would never-a been a hero! Plus, he-a helps me and-a Daisy out in Sarasaraland all-a the time. I’d never hesitate to help him back!

-

~2:00 P.M. Mushroom National Museum~

*Gharnef is attacking the museum*

Gharnef: Goetia! *Dark Magic roars forth*

Worker: He’s gonna level the place!

*suddenly, a blue laser blasts Gharnef back and onto the pavement. Samus emerges from the shadows and smoke*

Samus: How’s that for a laser light show, G-boy.

Worker: Thanks Samus! We’ll get the museum fixed up!

Samus, as she drags Gharnef off: Anything for Mario’s city. He’s the Original.

-

~5:00 P.M.~

*Rathlos is attacking the Mushroom Kingdom Star Power Plant*

Worker: He’s going after the reactor!

Rathlos: SKREE!

*Suddenly, Link leaps from a building onto Rathlos’ back, striking with the Master Sword*

Link: Heard Mushroom Kingdom could use some help!

*Link leaps off as Rathlos crashes to the ground. Hunters come up and shackle the beast*

Hunters: Appreciate it, Link. We’ll make sure he gets back to containment.

Link: Anytime. Tell Mario I said thanks. For everything.

-

~7:30 P.M.~

*Wario and his crew are robbing the Mushroom National Bank*

Wario: Heh, heh. Mushroom Kingdom is open for business boys! Wide open.

*as they exit, they’re met with a group of angry Toads*

Toadsworth: This is a citizen’s arrest!

Wario, cracking his knuckles: Beat it. You don’t wanna tussle with us, old man.

Toadsworth, unmoving: This is Mario’s city! A good city! We aren’t afraid of two-bit thugs like you!

*taking advantage of the distraction, Sonic zips out of the shadows and begins to lay the beatdown on Wario and his crew*

Sonic: Sorry, but Mario’s off the clock! So I’m covering his shift!

*He K.O’s Wario before he can react, leaving the toads to complete their citizen’s arrest*

Toadsworth: You’re a good man, Sonic!

Sonic: Mario’s always there when there’s a crisis. Helping out’s the least i could do.

-

~11:30 P.M. Peach’s Castle~

Toad: Rathlos, Wario, Gharnef, all successfully detained, Princess.

DK: Who’s the Barney the Roid-Rage Dinosaur looking mother-fucker?

Peach: That’s Ridley. He’s from Space.

DK: so what’s the deal? Mario took a vacation so everyone else had to bail us out?

Peach: Try, Mario was needed elsewhere so the people he helped in the past stepped up while he wasn’t here. Mario wasn’t around, but he was part of every good thing that happened.

DK: Hmph. So when’s he getting back?

Peach: ...

-

~the Edge of the World~

*Mario has been dutifully holding up the sky this whole time Slowly, the great figure of Atlas emerges from the mist.*

Atlas: How you holding up, plumber?

Mario: Like... laying... down... pipe.

Atlas: Heh. Keeping everything from crashing down... it means sacrificing much. If not for you, Id have sacrificed a day no father should miss. Calypso was radiant at her wedding. I don’t need an oracle to tell me she’ll know joy for the rest of her days. Zeus was certain no one would spell me. His face when he saw me, heh. You’ve given me a memory I’ll cherish for eternity.

*Atlas rises and holds up his hands*

Atlas: NOW I ACCEPT MY BURDEN AGAIN!

*the weight of the sky comes crashing onto Atlas’ shoulders and he flass to one knee, kneeling on the ground. Mario gasps and fals to the ground, exhausted.*

Atlas: Were you worried I would not return?

Mario: Might’ve... crossed... my mind.

Atlas: Perhaps you alone could understand. That those charged with the weight of the world would never wish it on another. But it is always heartening to know that there are those who will help when it is needed. Wouldn’t you agree, Jump Man?