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gnabnahc317cb97 · 6 months ago

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The Haze

Jisung x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.6K

Synopsis: You call your friend Jisung and ask him to smoke with you after having a terrible week.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Casual drug use/pot smoking (it centers around it quite a bit), cursing/strong language, pet names (gorgeous, pretty etc), dry humping, protected piv sex, choking/breath play, oral (m receiving), cum eating/cum shot, masterbation/guided masturbation (m&f), slight Jisung dom/MC sub dynamic. I think that's all but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

You were not a stoner. You weren’t even a social pot smoker but every now and then, after a particularly bad week, you would call your friend Jisung and ask him to get you stoned. Not that he was a pothead either but he always had something set back in case of a party or, like today, you needing to unwind. This week your boyfriend broke up with you in the most heinous way and you cried in the bathroom at work at least once a day. You needed to turn your brain off for a minute, you needed to get high, you called Jisung.

“Heyyy!! What’s up gorgeous!” Was what you heard when he answered. Jisung was sweet, he always called you little nick names like that and it made you smile. You were bigger and a little self-conscious about it and Jisung always seemed to know when you needed a compliment. It made you smile this time too but only momentarily and then you sighed.

“Hey Ji...” He could hear how down you sounded.

“What’s wrong?” He was concerned immediately. You sighed again trying to fight off tears while also trying not to think about every horrible thing your ex had said to you.

“Can I come over and smoke with you?” His heart broke a little. You sounded really upset and he knew you only smoked when life had been too rough to handle.

“That bad?”

“I... I can explain everything when I get there.” You sighed again.

“No no you don’t have to explain anything to me beautiful. Of course you can come over and smoke, I’ll unlock the front door and just walk in when you get here okay?”

“Okay Ji, thanks.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“Really it’s nothing. I’ll see you soon, bye!” You hung up with Jisung and tossed on some comfy clothes, a pair of sweats, a cropped band t shirt, zip up hoodie and slides then you hopped in your car and drove to Jisung’s place. When you got there you let yourself in and Jisung was sitting on the couch in his living room watching anime. When he saw that you had walked in he paused it.

“Hey you made it!” He got up and gave you a hug squeezing your soft body with his strong arms. Jisung was always warm, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and when you rested your head on one, he held on to you understanding that you needed a little skinship. Jisung was one of your best friends and he was affectionate and sweet, he rubbed your back up and down, holding you for a moment.

“You wanna talk about it.” You shook your head and nuzzled into his warmth a little more.

“Not really...but... TLDR Chase broke up with me. He said he felt that I was ‘letting myself go already’ and that ‘we should see other people’, which I assume means he already has been. He said other things but that was the gist of it.” You got a little choked up at the end and Jisung squeezed you tighter.

“I haven’t even gained any weight...” You said softly fighting tears, embarrassed and upset that the body you already weren’t confident in was the reason your ex gave you for leaving.

“Fuck that guy, you look great, and so what if you had gained weight. Shit like that doesn’t matter if you love someone.” You nodded quietly against Jisung’s shoulder

“He’s fucking idiot...and... and a verb!” You giggled a little.

“A verb? Sungie what are you talking about?”

“Chase, it’s a verb. Who wants to date a verb and not even a very good one. I can think of a hundred other verbs that are so much better than Chase.” Jisung finally managed to get a genuine laugh out of you.

“We should smoke and forget about that dick head. What do you say?” You nodded as your laughter died down to a chuckle and Jisung could feel you smiling against his shoulder. Good, he thought. He loved your smile. He let go and offered you a seat.

“Here sit there, it’s warm I was just sitting there.” You giggled and sat down in his spot. Jisung sat next to you and pulled out a joint.

“I took the liberty and prepared this on your way over.” You didn’t think you’d ever been so ready to smoke and just relax, slow down.

“I could kiss you! I’m so glad you have that ready.” Jisung puckered up and made a cute kissy face at you, leaning in pointing at them.

“Well come on then ppoppo!” You laughed pushing at his firm pecks to stop him.

“Light that you goofball.” He gave you his big toothy smile and pulled out his lighter, flicking it and lighting the joint. He inhaled then passed it to you and you took a drag. You unzipped your hoodie and sat back. Jisung couldn’t help but notice how good you looked, that crop top showing a flash of your bra underneath. What was that Chase guy even thinking? Jisung thought your body was perfect, ideal even. He’d flirted with you for years but you always shot him down so he assumed you only wanted to be friends.

In your defense it wasn’t like you were trying to shoot him down, you just thought he was being nice when he said the things he said. You didn’t think someone like Jisung would go for.... well a big girl like you but when Jisung called you gorgeous it’s because he thought you were gorgeous. Even sitting there now on his sofa, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, just regular lounge wear but you were beautiful. You sat up and passed the joint back to Jisung.

“Got any new playlists?” Jisung inhaled again and held it, nodding his head then blowing out the smoke.

“Yea actually, here take this...” He passed the joint back to you and ran to get his laptop. Jisung’s job was in the music industry, so he always had the inside scoop on the new stuff coming out. You and Jisung finished smoking the joint while you listened to the first few songs of his new playlist. You were starting to feel better, calmer. Your head was the fun kind of fuzzy and the muscles of your body felt so relaxed. Then you heard the beginning of a song that you actually knew.

“Oh my god I love this song.” Jisung was more than a little surprised. It was pretty new and not the type of music he thought you listened to. He’d forgotten it was even on the playlist.

“Really?! You know this song?! Are you sure?” You were feeling good now. You jumped up took off your hoodie and threw it on the couch.

“YES!” You started to dance and sing along as the lyrics began.

“Don’t look at me like that, ohh unless you really like that, you know my body I don’t have time to waste oh no...” To say that Jisung was utterly shocked would still be an understatement. One. You could actually flow. Two, he’d never pegged you for a raunchy bump and grind r&b type and three, you had started to move your full body to the beat as you went on reciting the lyrics perfectly while he struggled to breathe.

“If I seduce you bae, will you come take the bait? Is you gon’ do that thing, that makes me wanna say, got me like ooh...” You rolled your soft body along and Jisung’s mouth was dry, he wasn’t sure if it was from the weed or you.

“She wanna ride me while she smoke weed, she said keep your chains on while you choke me...” Jisung was trying to be a good friend and not get a boner at the sight of you moving your curvy body and singing such provocative things, that line about choking definitely not helping, he was only a man, flesh and blood and your ass was swaying eye level. He watched hypnotized until the song ended and he snapped out of it as you slunk back down on the couch with a smile.

“I think that would be so much fun to try...” You said not really thinking. Your filter had kind of gone out the window as soon as you jumped up and started dancing. Jisung’s eyes shot over to you laying back on the couch.

“What? What would?” You looked over at him and saw the way he was looking at you wide eyed. You sat up straighter realizing what you’d just admitted out loud and you started to feel a little self-conscious. You pulled your zip up hoodie back on covering yourself.

“Nothing never mind forg-” You just wanted to drop it before you made a complete ass of yourself.

“What would y/n?” Jisung wasn’t dropping it. Not if you were saying what he thought you were saying.

“I... well... you know have sex and smoke weed at the same time. My body is always buzzing after I smoke so I can only imagine it would heighten the experience.” Jisung’s dick was definitely hard now. He fidgeted in his seat trying to make sure it wasn’t obvious.

“And... you’d like to try that some time, with... uh someone?” Jisung swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing and you nodded shyly. You couldn’t believe you were telling Jisung this. The two of you never talked about sex or preferences or anything like that before, so this was all new territory and you were a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure exactly why he even was asking you this. When you looked at him again, Jisung looked as nervous as you and then cleared his throat.

“Uh.... would you... I mean... would you... want... to... do that with me?” Your jaw dropped. Was he... did he... hold on.

“Jisung... I’m sure it would be a lot of fun...” He was already feeling the sting of rejection and like an absolute ass for suggesting it. You’d always ignored his other advances, why would you suddenly want to fuck him just because of some lyrics?

“I really like you Ji... a lot... more than I probably should... more than a friend. I just don’t think I’m in the right head space to handle casual sex right now, not after the things Chase said and especially not... well not with a guy I have deeper feelings for.” Wait a minute, feelings? Deeper?

“You have feelings for me?!” You hesitated. Your mouth was betraying you left and right. You started biting your lip but you had already admitted it so you nodded. Jisung couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“y/n I flirt with you all the time! You always shy away. I thought you didn’t like me!” Now you couldn’t believe your ears.

“I thought you were just being sweet!” Jisung shook his head trying to get it on straight.

“y/n I’m crazy about you and if we ever did anything it would be anything but casual for me.” Your brain was lagging from the weed and you were struggling to keep up with what Jisung was saying. Your filter was still not working also.

“Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be with someone that looks like me?!” Your ex’s words still echoed in your head and came flying out of your mouth. Jisung’s face scrunched up and he turned his whole body towards you, sitting on one of his legs, letting the other dangle off the couch.

“First off don’t say things like that. y/n not that it really matters, because you are kind, funny, and smart as fuck, and that’s enough but you’re also the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap feeling underserving of such feelings from such a beautiful man inside and out.

“Jisun-” You stopped talking when he tilted your chin to look at him in the eyes. His big sparkling brown eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as his eyes flicked down looking at your lips, his hands sliding your zip up hoodie off again.

“Y-yes...” He pressed his lips against yours, then pulled away and looked at you. You were flushed, hot, he pressed his lips to yours again more forcefully and this time your hands rested against his jaw and neck and his cupped your face. He pecked your lips over and over again then his lips parted and his teeth nibbled and his tongue invaded your mouth, forcing a breathy moan from you. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your squishy midsection and pulled you over onto his lap as he sat with his back against the couch again, one juicy thick thigh on each side of him. You pulled away from the kiss to protest.

“No no Ji I’m too heavy...” He grabbed hand fulls of your big ass and made you sit down on his lap completely.

“There’s no weight limit on this ride beautiful so sit down.” You’d never heard him say anything like that before, it made you flush with arousal.

“Ji!” He smirked and you did what he said. The moment you sat down you could feel Jisung’s hard on pushing against your clothed core. He pulled you down into another make out session as you gently moved across his lap. Both of you were still buzzing from the joint you’d smoked so you were enjoying kissing, groping, grinding. Jisung started to drag his lips down your neck, nipping and licking.

“You’re so cute in this little crop top...” His hands traveled up it and squeezed your full breasts over your sports bra, then pulled it down freeing them. Your nipples were already hard from how worked up you were getting dry humping Jisung. He started sucking on your nipples, gently biting every now and then as you rode his clothed erection. You were a little breathless and Jisung loved the soft pants coming from you while you tugged on his hair with both hands.

“J-Ji I’m g-gonna...” He hummed sweetly at you then let go of the nipple he was sucking on.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, cum, I want you to cum.” You held on to Jisung’s strong broad shoulders and rode him faster until you reached your peak. Jisung pulled you down into another kiss swallowing any moans coming from you as you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rode out your orgasm against his cock. You sat there for a moment to collect yourself and Jisung waited, giving you a minute, his hands gently holding your wide hips. Once you had firmly landed back on earth Jisung nuzzled his nose against yours.

“You know you make the prettiest little faces, it's so cute when you scrunch up your nose and cum on top of me like that.” You were blushing and out of breath, you buried your face in his neck, hiding.

“Jiiiiii...” He giggled.

“So shy, cute. I saw how your body moved to that song, how those words affected you.”Jisung lifted your crop top off and then removed your sports bra. You sat on top of him naked from the waist up, every curve of your body intoxicating to him, your big soft tits right in his face, begging to be sucked on again but he controlled himself... for now. Jisung took his own shirt off and your mouth watered. His muscular broad shoulders, his pumped-up pecs and toned biceps. He was firm but still soft somehow, his skin smooth and warm.

“Can I take your pants off?” Jisung asked toying with the waist band of your sweatpants. You nodded.

“Stand up for me gorgeous.” You got up off Jisung’s lap and he drug your pants down to your ankles. You stepped out of them and he tossed them aside. You stood there and the only thing stopping Jisung from burying his face in your pussy was little cotton boy shorts with pink hearts. He stood up in front of you making you take a step back.

“How are you so damn cute!?” One of his hands gently wrapped around your neck, his thumb softy caressing the side.

“Do you have any idea what that does to me?” He leaned in closer and you shook your head no.

“Makes me want to teach you how to do the dirtiest things to me, teach my sweet girl how to be bad for me. Would you like that pretty?” His hand let up off your neck and you ran your hands across Jisung’s chest and shoulders, feeling his soft skin under your fingertips.

“Y-yes Sungie.” He cooed at you.

“There’s my good girl.” Jisung dropped his own pants and underwear and stood in front of you, his cock firm and long. You bit your lips, it looked delicious. He cupped your face and softly pressed his lips against yours.

“You wait right here okay? I’ll be right back! Lose the undies!” Jisung winked at you and dashed off, his cute bare ass disappearing down the hall and you giggled, taking off your panties as told. When he came back he had a condom and sat down on the couch like he had been only a few moments before only now completely naked. He patted his lap.

“Come on now princess, sit on your throne.” You laughed shaking your head at him but climbed onto his lap again. Jisung ripped open the condom and rolled it down his cock, then held it up for you to sit on.

“Go on jagiya show me how you take my dick.” The tip slipped into your wet hole and squeezed Jisung making him moan.

“Ooh fuck so tight...” You slowly slid down his shaft taking more and more of him until your juicy cunt was resting on Jisung’s lap. You both sat there for a moment enjoying the feeling of Jisung, hard and full inside you. Jisung’s hands were on your hips, steadying you. He went to grab something from behind his ear and that’s when you realized he’d grabbed another joint when he’d gotten the condom. He smirked at you as he lit it.

“Do you wanna ride me while you smoke weed?” You pushed him and giggled at his use of the lyrics but Jisung felt you clench too. He turned the joint around getting ready to put the end burning in his mouth.

“Come on then, lean down here gorgeous...” He put the joint in his mouth backwards and you leaned down, his cock sliding inside you, your lips almost touching as you puckered yours around the other end of the joint, allowing Jisung to blow you a big shotgun. You braced yourself against Jisung’s shoulders and held it in before breathing out, your head getting that immediate hazy feeling, your body already buzzing. Jisung took the joint out of his mouth, flipped it and hit it before setting it aside. Then both of his hands were holding onto your thick hips again as he looked into your glassy eyes and smiled that big cheesy grin of his.

“How you feeling pretty?” You held onto his shoulders, rolled your hips a little and let out a soft moan.

“Sooo good Jisungie.” Jisung had to choke back a moan himself feeling you grind your hips against him with his cock deep inside you.

“Fuck, you feel good wrapped around me too. Go on ride me jagi.” You started riding Jisung as he set the pace with his hands on your hips.

“Oh my god! Ji!” It felt so intense. Like someone took the dial on pleasure and turned it way up. One of his hands came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat gently as you continued bouncing on his cock, your big ass jiggling each time you sat on him. He gave your neck a gentle squeeze and you let out another little moan.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” You shook your head, the feeling of his hand around your throat was sending electricity throughout your body as you anticipated what was next.

“N-no Jisung, it’s okay.” He nodded and added just a little pressure.

“What if I wanted to squeeze harder?” Jisung could feel your arousal coating him.

“You like that huh? God you’re so wet.” You nodded biting your lip.

“Y-yes Sungie.” He squeezed just enough, not enough to restrict air but enough to add to the buzz in your head the weed had provided.

“Good girl, keep riding me now, don’t slow down.” His other hand let go of your hip and then both of his hands were around your neck, again, not enough to prevent you breathing just enough to make your cunt throb around Jisung’s cock as you continued bouncing on it. He pulled you down by your neck face to face with him and kissed you. It was insane how tender it was in comparison. There you were riding Jisung’s dick like you were president of the porn star’s union, both his hands wrapped around your throat and he kissed you like he might break you. Jisung let go of your neck and wrapped his arms around your full body then flipped you so your back was on the couch and he was hovering over you. He lined up with your gushing plump pussy and pushed into you again. He rolled his hips and his cock hit every mind numbing spot inside you.

“Yes! Oh fuck! Ji right there!” He rolled his hips again, harder, faster. It was like every few minutes that pleasure dial was getting turned up higher and higher. You were about to scream Jisung’s name as he hit your g spot again.

“Ji-” His hand clamped down over your mouth as he kept fucking you, his hips thrusting into you. Your breasts jiggled when he started fucking you harder and you moaned into the hand over your mouth muffling your screams.

“Shhhshhhshh, keep it down now jagi I’m not even fucking you hard yet.” Jisung whispered as if someone would hear him, he kissed the back his hand that was planted over your mouth firmly and gave you the most mischievous look before he started absolutely railing you. He slammed into you, rolling his hips, knowing exactly what he was doing to you because his hand clamped harder down on your mouth as you screamed for Jisung, your eyes rolling back as you came so hard the stars you saw were full on constellations.

Jisung’s hand came up off your mouth so you could get a full breath of air as you rode the wave of ecstasy he set you on. The wave he prolonged as he continued thrusting into you slower but deep. Jisung pinched your chin between two fingers and made you look at him. He was starting to sweat, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent. He leaned forward caging you between his muscular arms and continued slowly rolling his hips as you held on to his shoulders. He kissed down your jaw and neck then hovered by your ear.

“Pretty?” You hummed your eyes closed, your whole body felt like it was filled with bumble bees between the weed and the orgasm.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” You nodded and Jisung looked at you to confirm.

“Yea?” You opened your eyes, kind of, and smiled at him nodding again.

“Yea Sungie. You can.” He was having a hard time figuring out just how you managed to look so cute all stoned and fucked out on his couch. He gave up trying and took off the condom then helped you sit up.

“Here jagiya, use this pillow and get on your knees.” You put the pillow down then knelt on it. Leave it to Jisung, sweet even when he asks you to get on your knees for him. Jisung’s dick was in his hand, holding it out for you to wrap your lips around. You started gently sucking on the head of his cock and Jisung let out a soft moan. It sounded so sweet you wanted to hear more so you took more of his cock into your mouth.

“F-fuck gorgeous, feels so good. Can you take a little more?” You looked up at him with his cock in your mouth, you hummed and nodded. Jisung had died and gone to heaven it’s the only way that cute face was stuffed with his cock and looking up at him. You let his tip hit the back of your throat and it gagged you. You pulled off and spit trailed from your lips to Jisung’s dick that he still held steady for you. You took him into your mouth again until he bottomed out in the back of your throat gagging you again. Jisung moaning louder as you deep throated his cock a wet squelch coming from your throat every time his tip hit the back.

“Oh... oh fuck I’m gonna cum jagiya... I’m gon-” Jisung’s warm seed started filling your mouth, you tried to swallow fast enough but there was so much it dribbled down your chin a little. Jisung pulled out and you wiped your mouth. He made you stand and he kissed you his tongue sliding into your mouth quickly. He was worked up still, hot, already half hard again and he’d just blew a big load of cum into your mouth.

“Bet that cunt is so wet from sucking my cock. Is it beautiful? Are you dripping?” He wasn’t wrong you were wet from blowing him mainly those moans and the soft panting.

“Get up on the couch there, spread those thick thighs and show me that juicy pussy.” You did as you were told, your legs spread wide.

“Spread those pussy lips too gorgeous... wanna see you tease your clit.” You started rubbing your clit softly and Jisung sat across the couch from you watching, stroking his cock.

“That’s it two fingers... real slow, circle it.” You did as directed and Jisung kept tugging on his dick.

“You want to watch me cum on myself while you play with your pussy?” You nodded.

“Y-yes Ji wanna see you cum.” He hummed and focused stroking the head and twisting his wrist.

“Spit on your fingers rub it around... fuck yes like that... now stick them inside your hole... fffffuck yes...” Jisung was jacking off fast and started tugging on his balls gently.

“There you go jagi fuck yourself with your finger, don’t forget your clit gorgeous, use that other hand and play with it.” You started rubbing your clit with one hand as you pumped your fingers inside you with the other. Jisung was sweating, panting, blushing, he looked like he was ready to blow any time.

“FFFFUcck! Cum for me pretty want to see you cum on your fingers, wanna see that cute scrunched up face you make when you cream for me.” You focused on rubbing your clit until you were coming and clenching around your fingers.

“Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji...” Was all you chanted as he watched your hole contract around your fingers, your juices dripping from you. Jisung let out a strangled moan as he jerked his cock and came on himself the sight of it almost enough to make you cum again. You crawled across the couch between Jisung’s legs as he stroked his dick slowly. You leaned over and started licking his abs, slurping and savoring the cum from his perfect body until he was clean again. Jisung pulled you on top of him and you both laid there basking in your high from the sex and the weed. He huffed out a big breath wiping sweat off his forehead and looking down at you.

“Feel better?” You giggled and nodded against his chest nuzzling in closer.

“Yea Sungie, I’m better now.” He smiled and rested his head back on the arm of the couch, squeezing you and letting out another heavy breath.

“Fucking... now THAT’S a verb!”

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opossum-writes · 3 months ago

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Mystery Man: Pt. 1

A/N: remember that Y/N Ashcroft’s hair is orange, so I apologize if that isn’t accurate to whoever is reading this. Y/N also has a younger sister named Kathryn, AKA Kat for short.

WC: 1,388

Pt. 2

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“Do you really have to wear that mask? It’s embarrassing.” My little sister, Kat, groans. I chuckle. “Of course I do. Father wore it every day at school when he went here. I need to carry on the tradition. Plus, I look awesome.” I smile, and Kat sighs.

Before Father died, he enrolled Kat and I into Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts. Mother just dropped us off near the front gate. Her boss called her, and when anyone from her work calls, it has to be confidential.

Kat and I have to walk down the long dirt path leading to the school. Kat clears her throat, cutting through the silence that previously filled the air around us. “Do you know why Father enrolled us? I don’t think I was ever told why…” Kat asks, and I shrug in response. “I wasn’t told either. I’m sure there was a reason, though. Everything he did was always some small move in a bigger game of chess.” I reply, and Kat nods in agreement.

“Yeah.” Kat says, and silence surrounds us once more. We walk the rest of the way to school without saying anything.

~~~

“Alright, here are your schedules. Divina and Enid are just outside the room. Y/N, Enid will be giving you a tour of the school, and Divina will do the same for Kat. Welcome to Nevermore!” The principal, Ms. Weems, informs us. I walk out of the room and am immediately bombarded by a phone being shoved into my face. The camera flashes, which practically blinds me for a second. “Oof, this is definitely… not flattering. Anyways! I’m Enid Sinclair, and I will be your very own tour guide!” A much shorter girl says. She has short, blonde hair with pink, purple, and blue streaks of dye in it. She’s very bubbly, maybe a bit… to bubbly, for my tastes. She’s wearing the bright purple Nevermore uniform under an orange and pink striped sweater.

“Uh.. hello to you, too..” I say, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. Enid smiles widely, grabs my hand and excitedly skips down the hall. She stops at a window overlooking what looks to be a courtyard. It has a fountain in the middle and picnic tables arranged in a circle. “That right there is the quad. It’s where we eat lunch and dinner and such. A lot of students spend their free there as well.” Enid explains, and points at a table with a group of teens all sipping from blood bags. “There are four main social groups here. The fangs, the furs, the stoners, and the scales. Those people over there are the fangs, AKA Vampires. I’m sure you’ll fit right in with them.” Enid says, turning back to look at me. Her eyes seem to drift down to my mouth for a second. “And why is that? I’m sure I could fit in with the furs as well.” I reply, raising an eyebrow at her.

“But aren’t you a vampire?” She asks, and I nod. “A bit of both. My mother is a vampire, and my father was a werecat.” I say, and she smiles. “Woah! That’s awesome.” She replies. I nod. Enid turns back to the window and points at another table. The students there are howling. “Those are the furs, AKA Werewolves… or in your case, werecats.” Enid points at another table. The students are all wearing beanies covering their hair. “Those are the stoners, AKA Gorgons. I wonder how many times they’ve accidentally stoned themselves…” Enid then points at someone sitting on the fountain. She has her hand in the water. “And, typically theres more than just one, but that right there is Bianca Barclay. She’s a scale, AKA a Siren. She is also the closest thing Nevermore has to a queen bee.” Enid explains. Before I can respond, she grabs my arm again and skips down the hall. Every now and then she points at a classroom from my schedule.

Eventually, we reach my dorm room. “Welcome to your new home for the school year. I hope it’s a good one. Also, I don’t think I caught your name…?” Enid asks. I open the door and walk through it, but before closing it behind me, I look at Enid one more time. “Makes sense, ‘cause I never threw it.” I smile slightly, and shut the door behind me.

~ENID’S POV~

I stand there, confused. Who is this new student? I’ll be honest, his whole “Mystery Man” gimmick is kinda hot. I bet he’s super cute underneath that mask.

I shrug and walk down the hall Mystery Man and I entered in. As I’m walking, I pass Divina walking down the hall with her arm around the shoulders of a girl with red hair. She’s obviously flirting with her. I give her sneaky thumbs up and a smile, and she smiles back.

That girls looked a lot like Mystery Man. Well, I don’t know for sure, since half of his face was covered up by his mask, but she has the same color hair as him. Maybe they’re related?

~~~

“Where have you been of to?” Wednesday asks as I walk toward my side of the dorm. “I was giving the new guy a tour. Y’know, he seems right up your alley. He’s a total mystery. He even wears a mask!” I answer, and Wednesday doesn’t respond, she just nods and continues what she was doing before, which was type away at her typewriter.

“What’re you writing?” I ask and flop down onto my cozy bed. She ignores me. “Wends! I asked you a question…” I say, and Wednesday suddenly gets up and stomps toward me. “Say another word or else i’ll skin you and use your pelt as paper.” Wednesday warns, and I show her my claws. “Not if I skin you first.” I smile, and she just huffs and stomps back over to typewriter and resumes writing.

~Y/N’s POV~

It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. I feel super hot and i’m sweating like crazy. I get up to go get a cup of water, but I immediately fall to my knees. I had a feeling I was going to transform soon, but I didn’t know that it’d be this soon. Ugh.

As I feel my bones break into shape, and I groan in agony. The pain is unbearable every time I shift. Father would always say that i’d get used to it as I grow older, but i’ve been shifting since I was thirteen and I’m still not used to it.

I feel my tail grow and my fangs get even bigger and sharper, and my hands turn into paws and my fingers turn into razor sharp claws. I feel my ears move from the sides of my head to the top of it, and my fur starts growing in.

The shift is finally complete. I walk over to my mirror and look at myself to make sure nothing is wrong. I look how I usually do when in my tiger form. I walk up to my door and carefully turn the knob to open it. Last time I shifted I accidentally broke down my door. I don’t wanna make the same mistake.

I run out of my room and down the hall, trying my best to drain my energy enough so I can sleep. I assumed the halls were empty, but they clearly weren’t, because I see another tiger zooming about. I meow to get Kat’s attention, and she immediately gets ready to pounce. I hiss, but that doesn’t stop her from tackling me. We wrestle for a bit before I am able to get the upper hand and she hisses. I back off. I always win the fight, at least when it comes to Kat.

Kat sits down and I walk up to her and grab her head with my paw to keep her in place while I lick her fur. She got pretty dirty from the fight. However, she slaps me and I back off. I glare at her one last time before running back to my dorm, grabbing the handle with my tail to close it behind me. I hop onto my bed and curl up to rest, and quickly drift off to sleep…

To Be Continued

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justmeinatree · 1 year ago

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okay realistically i could just say one direction as a band, and then Harry, Louis, and Niall as solo artists for four of the five because i really do still love the music they made as a band and obviously i adore our boys as solo artists. but for the sake of actually giving an interesting answer, i'm not gonna name any members of one direction 😂 naming my top 5 is sooo hard because it's like being forced to pick my favorite children and my favorites change all the time but at the moment i'd say Three Days Grace (in particular the older stuff when Adam Gontier was still the lead singer, they've been a favorite of mine since my early teenage years), Bastille (Bad Blood is still such an elite album after a decade idc what anyone says), September Stories (they do a lot of spoken word stuff so it's a bit of an acquired taste but Every Word, Everything and Home have been in my top 100 songs on Spotify every year since I made my account), The Smiths (Morissey sucks as a person lol but his ability to turn his misery into absolutely gorgeous lyrics goes unmatched and Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want and There Is a Light That Never Goes Out both have such an otherworldly vibe to them), and Beth Crowley (she does a lot of songs inspired by books that I've never read but I really love the way her lyrics always tell a story and I wish she was more popular!!)

i know you didn't ask for all these details but i can't talk about my favorite artists without adding at least a few comments 😂 i could seriously talk about music all day so i'm loving that you asked this!! 🫶

but now i obviously have to ask you the same question...top 5 artists/bands? 👀

-🤘

okay so i’m loving the variety here ! a lot a lot !! i’m also now curious how one direction / solo 1d would rank ? just out of pure curiosity because i obviously can’t decipher based on your list here 😅

now asking for my top 5 is 😩 lol top 6 is even easier than top 5 for some reason 🤷‍♀️ so is top 3 lmao for some reason 5 is just messing with me but here we go ! and i’ll preface this with 2 points. firstly, i’m not putting one direction or any of their solo careers, but mostly because they honestly probably don’t rank in my top 5 (and cue the absolute massacre i’m gonna receive in my inbox, especially considering i’ve been blogging about 3 of them for the last 10+ years. but listen, top 5 of every artist EVER, cmon 😅) and secondly, you will very much be able to pin down my fav kind of music. i really do like a lot of artists from a lot of different genres, but i do have a fav and it will be blatantly fkn obvious. alright, here goes 😂

first, and always motha fkn first no matter what, green day. they are my everything, their music from 80s through to now has shaped me into who i am today, more than anything else. jesus of suburbia is the best song ever written, nothing will ever top it, like everyone else can stop trying, we have the best song ever, yall can go home 😂 then i’d say afi. fantastic band from the start, but their decemberunderground album is my favourite album of all time, so beautifully written. and fun fact, the only album that i have tattooed twice (or i should say once but getting the second next time i’m getting tatted) ! now we’re gonna flip things a tiny bit, and go with steve miller band, hands downs the BEST stoner music ever. they have the vinyls i reach for most, it’s just such a fkn vibe, i adore it !! (also sliding in an honourable mention for oasis, because that’s another vinyl i’m always reaching for when stoned 😅). fourth, i would say good charlotte, simply because they are fkn fantastic, and their young and the hopeless album is the one album i turn to constantly when life is hard and it just resets me, idk what it is 😂. and then in fifth, i’m going with our lady peace, i feel like they’re super underrated but they have some fkn bangers, they deserve more love ! and then i’m throwing in an honourable mention to counting crows because that 90s vibe is unmatched, and it brings me so much nostalgia for easier times.

sorry for the bible 😅 i hope you enjoy my rant about my 5 (or 7 😬) top fav bands that quite clearly capture the essence that is my punk rock heart 🫶

#asks #🤘anon

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treadmilltreats · 1 year ago

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Who are you to judge?

In 2015 when they passed the right for gay marriages. I wrote a blog about that wonderful day. When so many people got to legally marry someone they loved. With the upcoming election and with so many conservatives trying to be voted into office, this is definitely a concern for many of my friends in the LGBTQ community.

Look, they have banned abortion in our country, and they said in the same breath about taking away this right too. Who's next? Seriously, whose rights are at jeopardy next? I lovingly post this blog in honor of the LGBTQ community and their rights, but I add that we should fight for all peoples rights.

When they passed this law of gay marriage around the country, people were up in arms. They were protesting, and they were bringing out the big guns. You know hatred, name calling, and judgment.

Oh, yes, people at their best, showing their true colors of bigotry all over this land of the free.

And yes, of course you know here come the "Christians" out there throwing around the bible and how "these people" are going to burn in hell!

Yes, even some of my "Christian" friends flipped out when back then, I changed my profile picture on Facebook to the rainbow one to show my support of gay rights. I've heard, "Don't you know it's a sin, they are going to hell, you can't possibly support this, this is the devil."

Let me tell you exactly what I told them…I support every right, EVERY RIGHT, black rights, gay rights, women's rights, rights of freedoms and injustice, and the right to free speech Yes, everyone deserves to live the life they choose to live, just like I chose to live my life, without people judging me.

See, the Bible says love one another, it says, those who have no sin, cast the first stone...did you miss that part? It is not my job to judge another human being. Why? Just because their skin is a different color, because they love someone of the same sex and want to have the same rights as you and I? No, that is not my job. My job is to love you because of who you are in your soul. To love the goodness and light I can feel within them.

People always ask me why I had so many friends in school. It was because I was friends with the stoners, the jocks, the snobs, the nerds, the misfits, any and all groups or clicks. I had black friends, Chinese friends, bi racial friends, and gay friends. It didn't matter then, and it definitely doesn't matter now, I love everyone, period!

Some of my dearest friends, and even my best friend, are gay and I am so happy for this accomplishment for them. Yes, they now have the same rights as I do, and they can screw up marriage as much as we have!

But what really is important is that they now have the right to have health insurance and life insurance and a legal right in property. They have a say in the care of a sick loved one and have the right to be there and hold the hand of their life partner when they pass. The rights they didn't have before, basic rights we have taken for for so many years.

Is this so wrong? Basic rights afforded to you and me but not to "them, or those people" because they don't believe in what you do? And who made you God? Who put you in charge of morals? Who said it was okay to hate? It definitely wasn't the bible. It says over and over... love one another.

That's what I am going to keep doing. Sorry if that offends your sense of morals. That's what makes this country so good. You can believe in what you do, and I can believe in what I do without percussions so far. Imagine that?

So today, my friends, remember that as this voting year comes around, learn who is trying to take people's rights. Because when they take away one person's right, everyone's rights are up for grabs. And let's remember to try to practice compassion, practice tolerance, and practice love...love is the most important thing we can share, the thing we all need, the incredible gift of love.

"Be the change you want to see,but"

@TreadmillTreats

#self help #positive #love #self improvement

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years ago

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Fuck You Higher

Summary- Stoner Ari x Reader. You and Ari are both high and enjoying the ride that comes with it. This is all smut. Filthy smut. All I was craving was some stoner Ari smut and needed to do it.

Warnings- Drug use, stoned characters, filthy fucking, spitting, licking, blowing smoke at each other, just all the things I needed. This is an 18 + Only Blog.

A/N- this was such a self-indulgent piece and I want this. Maybe it's because I'm high on cold meds, but enjoy. Also, I will make a mood board for this later cause it needs one. Unless someone else wants to. I welcome one if someone gets inspired.

The room was hazy with warm sunbeams and lazy swirls of smoke drifting all around. It made you slightly tacky with sweat, but that might be because Ari buried between your quivering thighs, stretching them wide as he lapped at your soaked pussy, his beard gleaming from you, but he still wasn't near done.

Every time his blue eyes, now glazed over lifted, they had a soft feral look to them, one that spoke of how he was starved and you were his first meal in ages. You didn't know if you had more to give as his tongue was demanding in your hole, dragging from your clenching body to drag upwards and slick your swollen jewel all over again, rolling and biting it till you were arching and crying his name.

Your fingers buried in his long sun-streaked strands, pulling at the roots to lift him away, let you sink into bliss but he couldn't be deterred. "Ari, You got to-"

"I don't gotta do anything till I'm finished here." He growled, his oversized hand pressing against the soft pudge of your belly while he dragged his sinful tongue through your pussy again, so swollen and puffy, you felt it throbbing needing him to fuck you. You grabbed at the burning joint nearby, sucking on it till your lungs fill, making them ache in a way that felt just as good as the rest of your on-edge body.

You slowly exhaled down your body, letting it drift over him as he slurped messily against you with a suck on your clit, making you grind into his face, his beard rough against your hole, but oh it burned so good, the way he jutted against you. You grinned at the flare of his nostrils, mixing the scent of your arousal and the burned bud you sent his way. "We are almost out and you should roll us another. You do roll the best ones after all."

Ari pushed up, giving you the perfect view of his muscled chest flexing underneath the mat of dark hair plastered sweaty to him. "You do just fine making them babygirl. My fingers are occupied." He smirked as they filled you, almost as good as his cock. They flexed against your sensitive silken walls while you clenched him, wanting more, wanting all.

Calloused fingerpads found your weakness, the one that could send you soaring and you reached behind you to grab the pillows, crying out Ari's name like he was the god you were singing praises to. "Oh god Ari, right there, please don't stop, don't ever stop. Feelssogood." Your words started running together as he watched you break under him.

Tipping down, he let his tongue drag up the center of your body, paying careful attention to your belly button, mimicking with his tongue what his fingers were doing to you, then up. The warmth licking away heated beads of sweat while he covered you in him. "So fucking beautiful when you cum on just my fingers." He spits on your breasts, watching as it rolled from your nipples down and he cleaned that up, sucking on your tits with sharp pulls that made them as sensitive as your clit.

You weren't going to survive this man.

His hair dragged like a tantalizing tease, making your body jerk at the ticklish sensation while you continued grinding against his palm, flooding him and not even caring how much of a mess you were making on the bed anymore. Nothing mattered except this high he was bringing you. His tongue swept up your collarbone and with a nudge of his nose, your head fell back, giving the length of your neck.

Tense as you came, he licked that till you were covered in him and he ended up taking the last of the burning joint, inhaling it deeply while watching your eyes roll back and your moan of satisfaction escape. It ended in his kiss, his tongue plunging against yours and the smoke from his lungs filling you, a sweet burn while you coughed slightly against his mouth.

His hips ground into yours, his cock pushing into you as he pulled out his fingers, keeping you full and sated with him, Ari pushed the two of you around till you were on top of him. Breaking from that kiss, you panted against him for a moment, hot, sticky, and saited, you managed to push up, groaning at the way he was stretching you, this way always made him feel so much deeper, full and thick, his cock stretched you to a point it almost pained you.

But you welcomed that pain for the lover giving it to you. You bite your lip and grind onto him while he grabs your hips, making you still. "Give me two seconds to roll another one Y/N." You nod while he gets what he needs and using his belly as his table, got it all rolled together within moments, the paper sticky with the mess you left on his fingers.

With half-lidded eyes, you watched as he flicked the lighter to light it and as the tip sizzled from bright red cherry to dull red, your hips started to grind against him, your walls fluttering around his hard cock. "Yeah baby, just like that." He groaned, his own bucking up to fuck into you. One hand ran up your thigh to grasp your hip, easing your motions while he held the joint up for you to wrap your lips around.

You were already high as fuck, but you wanted that hit, craved the feeling that hit makes you float while you fucked Ari like this. You leaned to take it, dragging it from him while your grinds turned to tiny bounces,. "Fuck." He swore as you pulsed around him, making you giggle with the joint stuck between your lips, covering your head in smoke once more. "I should record you riding me like this."

"Do it." Your tits bounced now, giving him a show underneath you as your body rolled above him, a dance while riding his cock. The obscene noises added to the sensation, your essence dripping all over him now, coating his cock to glide so easily into your tight hole. He grabbed at his phone hitting record as your body arched above him, gleaming in the hazy light, your fingers plucking the joint from your mouth to blow thick rings above the two of you. It was an artwork that Ari committed to memory.

"Baby I am going to fill you." He promised, his phone still recording from where he fit it on the headboard and taking the joint back from you to put it in the nearby ashtray.

"Promise?" You pant out, looking at the camera with a lazy smile and shining eyes. "You going to fill me full of your cock and cum, make me miss you when you aren't buried deep in me."

"Yesss." He hissed, grabbing your hips and fucking you harder, bouncing you till you bucked on him, the last of your energy went into reaching that last blissed high that came with fucking Ari. You sobbed and cried, scratched at his chest and when you broke, you let him gather you in his arms to pin you to him, his thrusts sloppy in and out, till he started to shoot into you, his cum thick ropes in your tight pussy, making you feel him so intimately fuck it deeper into you with several demanding thrusts till he too stilled under you, both of you harshly breathing, like the oxygen had been entirely used in the bedroom.

You felt him all sticky and heated under you, his skin peeling against yours like you two were melded together until you pried yourself off, the rush of air from the overhead fan trying to cool everything off making your skin goosebumps at how good it felt. "I don't think I will ever get tired of fucking you Ari." You whispered as you pressed your lips to his, your tongue barely touching his mouth as you talked.

He grunted in agreement while his tongue filled your mouth, your taste was still very much a dominating sensation, and you rather appreciated the way it mixed with his usual flavor.

His now soft cock was still buried in you and you were not ready to lose that full feeling yet. But you did push up to your elbows, giving you both a bit of breathing room. Ari pushed a hand into your hair, gripping it and tilting your head back enough to reach the bared length of your neck, nipping sharp kisses that are sure to make your skin dark with his affection. "Good thing you always get to fuck me."

His blue eyes were clear when he dropped back to the pillow, his hair a wild mane against the crumpled pillow, making you smile at his appearance. "Is that so? Even when we one day go back to real life Ari?"

"Yes, even when we go back to real life." A hand came to glide over your face, following the flow of your features as he dragged his fingertips down from your forehead till the gripped your chin, making you pay attention to him. "You think I am ever really going to let you go?"

#ari levinson smut #tw weed #tw drug use #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #fuck #amber writes #sweater writes

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johngaiussimp · 3 years ago

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Locked Tomb UQuiz Masterpost!

Hellllooooo. I make a lot of uquizzes on Twitter for fun. i post/make them at various levels of seriousness, so they are mostly the farthest thing from professional and pretty horny and silly.* But if you want to take a bunch of locked tomb personality quizzes made by a silly nerd, here’s a list from over the years!

Every quiz is probably NSFW lol. More recent ones have Nona spoilers (at the bottom of list)

There are also other quizzes that are by other amazing people, take their quizzes too (too stoned to figure out how to find all those) (if you want to reblog with your own quizzes pls do so)

here you gooooooo.

Which Ianthe vibe are you?

Which Griddlehark quote/moment are you?

Which goth Harrow nickname are you?

Which name does Harrowhark Nonagesimus call you?

How fucked up are you? (based on a very specific TLT measurement)

Which hilarious Mercymorn insult are you?

What does your TLT House say about you as a lover?

What sexy Cytherea moment are you?

What TLT meme are you?

Which article of Harrowhark’s clothing are you?

What type of cavalier are you?

How quickly would you die in Canaan House?

What does Ianthe call you?

Which TLT woman are you going on a hot date with?

Which Third House au plot point are you?

Which Ninth House feature/element are you?

Which fake TLT academic journal title are you?

What makkachinning Griddlehark AU are you?

Answer would you rather questions and get assigned a TLT wife!

How well do you know Ianthe Tridentarius?

Analyze this Gideon and Ianthe banter scene and I’ll guess your astrological sign incorrectly.

Choose your own adventure TLT au (which original Lyctor are you?)

Which piece of TLT underwear are you?

Answer FMK - get assigned a strange TLT au of my own creation.

Which cursed TWT fan TLT moment are you (would you rather)

Which certified TLT stoner are you?

Answer some Qs and get assigned a TLT hottie and a Taylor Swift song

Which BOE prisoner are you from “As yet Unsent”

Which brat Ianthe moment /emoji are u???

How long could you stay married with Ianthe?

Which false homestuck reference in TLT are you?

Match a reaction image to TLT characters and get assigned a TLT ex-gf

Which TLT cat are you?

Which form of Alecto are you going to date?

What interpretation of Mercymorn’s drawing of a RB are you?

What is your TLT toxic trait (character edition)?

What is your TLT love language?

What is your job during the Great Jizz Heist?

What’s your toxic tlt trait (fandom edition)?

Top, bottom or switch, TLT edition

Which arcane x tlt ship are you?

Which line from the Nona book summary are you?

who is your TLT secret santa and what do they get you?

R u hole or slick or knot? decorate a christmas tree.

What Tor nona cover promotion tweet are you?

What Nona cover detail are you?

Which horny TLT moment are you?

Who is your TLT one night stand?

Who in Bridgerton are you? (TLT x bridgerton )

which Locked Tomb villain are you?

What kind of ass would Ianthe flesh magic onto you?

Whose strap are you []ing tonight?

Who is your 2022 TLT pride crew?

Are you top bottom or switch (nona edition)?

Which name does Pyrrha call you?

*Please note that these quizzes are made by a freak who is friends with freaks and doesn’t fuck with trying to police other ppls shipping choices lmao.

#the locked tomb #TLT #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #yeah i know these are all unhinged. u dont have to take them dw

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vampysparkz · 2 years ago

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☙Poltergeist (Pt 1)

❥Ajax X Fem!Phantom Reader

Color Key:

Y/N

Ajax

Enid

Other

Warnings:

Mentions of marijuana, Ajax and Enid never got together

WORD COUNT: 700

TAGLIST: @rippl3s @lucassinclairwife @georgi-salva @awesome-fandom-princess @purplebutterflylover @sassy-persona @expiredcum21

Y/N had always been an outcast, much like a majority of her peers, she was born with... Not so human attributes. She could become intangible, float, turn invisible, and do various other things thanks to her mother. Her mother had raised her alone, her father having left as soon as her mother had gained word of the possible pregnancy, wanting nothing to do with raising the poor girl.

As she got older, her abilities lead to instability. She would become intangible when nervous or accidentally Dream Walk, which lead to worry from kids in her home state. Which, lead to her mother (with her daughter's best interest in mind) enrolling Y/N into Nevermore Academy. Her mother had gone to the school in the past, and had only good things to say about the Academy, so Y/N agreed.

That was a year ago, and Y/N had arrived to the academy for her second year, already partially intangible just out of excitement. "My love" Her mother coos gently, reminding her daughter to maintain awareness of her current state. "Sorry mom"

Y/N apologized, and moved to hug her mother once she was fully tangible. "Have fun Amor, be safe alright?" She smiles, looking down at her daughter with an expression that could only be love and adoration. "Love you mom, I'll be safe" Y/N smiles, before picking up her bags, watching as one of the staff members came to take the heavy trunks up to her dorm.

She was rooming with the same girl from her previous year, a werewolf named Enid who loved everything bright and colorful. They had gotten along immediately, and she was pleased to see the same blonde girl, pink and blue tinting the tips of her short hair.

"Y/N!" Enid squeals, pink shoes clattering on the brick road as she ran over to hug Y/N with a happy looking smile. "You didn't text all summer! I was so worried, I thought you died!" She whines, voice an octave higher than needed, but Y/N didn't mind any. She hugged Enid tightly with a smile, burying her face in her shoulder. Enid was right, she hadn't texted, but that was mostly because her home town had absolutely horrible phone reception. "I know! I'm sorry, I couldn't get my phone to work"

Y/N reasoned, which Enid deemed as an acceptable excuse. After some idle chatting, the girls ran up to their dorm, sneakers thumping on the stone floors as they ran to change into their uniforms.

After a but of running Enid stops, which caused Y/N to stop and look back. Enid was talking to a tall boy, wearing the signature gorgon hat that the school provided, and a looser uniform. Ajax Petropolus, the boy that Y/N had been pining for for a majority of the year before, was a gorgon, a slight stoner with a sort of anti social personality.

Enid looked back over to where she was standing, but was upset to find that Y/N was completely intangible, and thus was totally invisible. Y/N stood in that spot for a moment, before slowly floating off to her dorm.

This was a trick that she had grown used to using, avoiding Ajax and praying that he didn't know she existed. It hurt her, and cut the void within her a little deeper every time she hid, but it made her feel better about her nervousness.

She floats into their room, shifting back to tangible as she sets to work on unpacking, putting in some headphones to listen to music as she worked.

Enid soon ran into the dorm room, crossing her arms when she found her roommate. "Cmon roomie, you can't run away from him for forever! He'll wind up dating someone else if you don't take a chance"

Enid sighs, watching Y/N begrudgingly shuffle around, folding up her clothes as she put them away. "I'll get around to it.... Eventually" she mumbles, but groaned when Enid pulled her away. "No no, you're going to talk to him. No going all ghosty either, you're holding a conversation with him like a real person." she huffs

I know it's short, I've been busy, but I wanted to get y'all something to tide you over! I'll put another part out soon!

#ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022 #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday addams #nevermore academy

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littlebowdagger · 3 years ago

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imagine being a stoner and living next to him…pt.ii

cw: drugs (weed), flirty! kiri, pet names (sweetheart, pretty), protective! kiri, less headcanon-y more one shot-y, kissies <3

mdni. all characters are aged up!

kirishima

⌫ moving into a vip apartment area is one of kirishima’s proudest accomplishments.

⌫ you heard the rumor that a pro hero was moving nearby. of course, you didn’t know who it was. and this was all considered gossip, so you decided to leave it alone.

⌫ you and your bestie who lived below you were out by the pool side sharing a blunt back and forth. just talking about life, theories, the latest gossip; and that’s when the topic of the new pro hero moving in.

⌫ “who do you think it is?” you’d ask as you tapped the blunt against the ashtray and passed it on. bsf/n would raise an eyebrow at you, taking it from you hesitantly.

⌫ “girl, he moved in next door to you like a week ago. where have you been?” she blew out smoke and handed the blunt back to you just when you both heard a door slam from your level. “oh shit, speaking of the devil.”

⌫ kirishima saw the both of you and waved. he cupped his mouth and screamed, “hey! mind if i join you two?”

⌫ bsf/n waved him over and within a minute he was standing over you both, cringing. he hadn’t even noticed the blunt between your fingers, but he definitely smelt it. he peered down at you both, shaking his head.

⌫ “i don’t think pot is legal here, sweetheart.” he pointed down at your hand. you chuckled and sheepishly offered it to him, but he dismissed your offer with the wave of his hand.

⌫ he thought you were the most adorable when you gazed up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, all glossy and red and blinking innocently. “you aren’t gonna arrest us, are you?”

⌫ “oh i could sweetheart, i absolutely have that power. but i think i’m gonna let you and your friend go. just. this. time.” even though his voice is stern and sharp his smirk is all playful teasing. he sits down next to you, sticking his feet in the water.

⌫ “oh shit, bitch i gotta go. it’s- you know who.” bsf/n ends up hopping out of the pool and running to a car that pulls up and leaving you with the red head.

⌫ “i’m guessing you guys are close?” kirishima asks. you snort.

⌫ “close? that’s been my sister since- like- ever.” you relight the blunt, and kirishima smirks.

⌫ “mm. i see. both got into *that* together im assuming as well?” the question took you a few minutes to realize he was gesturing to the smoke flowing from your mouth into perfect circles.

⌫ you smirked at him. “so many questions, eh? maybe kiss me and find out.” he chuckled at your flirty wink. to your surprise, kirishima curled his finger in a “come here” motion at you. “oh?”

⌫ “you said i gotta kiss you to find out. i’ll even tell you somethin’ about me, yeah?” his pretty boy grin is what gets you. he’s hot, and his voice is perfectly mixed with man and the nice frat boy from college. you swam in between his legs, hands on his thighs, pretty red eyes praising his existence.

⌫ alright. basically y’all kissed and you told him most of your childhood and he told you about high school and his hot best friend bakugou.

⌫ time skip to tomorrow morning.

⌫ kirishima wakes up early to jog. he absolutely hates it every single morning but he is a pro hero and not only will a morning jog keep him in shape but it will also keep him motivated. in his eyes- if he can get through a morning jog then he can get through whatever bullshit is thrown at him today.

⌫ he doesn’t even smell anything when he walks outside. he does see you walk out of your house kind of in slow motion. he recognizes that pretty stoned face of yours. after all; it took every bone in his body not to take you right there in the pool last night.

⌫ “hey pretty.” “huh- oh shit- fuck- damn. hey kiri.”

⌫ “how- y/n. are you…?” his voice trails off and you’re nervous now. you’re even more nervous when he eyes your keys gripped in your hand. he laughs but it’s that “oh hell no” laugh. “you aren’t thinking about driving like this were you?”

⌫ “like what? oh, no. i’m completely sober. i’m fine. pinkie swear.”

⌫ you almost had him convinced but then you stumbled and had to stand against the wall for a second.

⌫ he immediately ran to your aid and couldn’t help but to laugh at your goofy looking smile.

⌫ “i tell you what, if you go back in your apartment, eat something and drink water, i’ll give you another kiss when i get back. deal?”

⌫ it’s humorous how quickly you perked up and nodded, fumbling with your keys to get back into your kitchen as soon as possible.

⌫ “why can’t i just come with you?”

⌫ “because i’m not trying to carry you while i run. although i should make you run. as punishment.”

⌫ bottom line, kirishima doesn’t care that you smoke. he’s worried that you’ll (a) get arrested or (b) do something stupid while stoned and hurt yourself. that’s why he’s limit you to only the apartments and pool, and even then he’s checking on you.

⌫ he’s just in love and needs to ask you out already 😒.

#bnha eijiro kirishima #ejioru kirishima x reader #kirishima thirst #mha kirishima #pretty boy red #red riot #pro hero red riot #kirishima headcanon #mha headcannons

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bowiebond · 3 years ago

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I’m so glad Argilly is picking up traction, we are one step closer to the big mlm polycule with Argyle, Billy, Eddie, Jon, and Steve + I’ve seen almost all ten of the possible individual pairings in the group being delved upon so far (Argilly, Edgyle (idk the name), Jargyle, Mungrove, Harringrove, Byergrove, Stonathan, Eddithan/Jeddie (idk either), Steddie)

All we need now is to think about how Argyle and Steve’s dynamic (Stargyle) would work and HERE is how I think it could:

Everyone trying to pit two bad bitches against each other for best hair, but they actually just know they are simply the masters of their own domain and respect each other; Steve reigns over the tall, poofy, and curled hair, Argyle reigns over the long, luscious, and silky

Argyle will try to expand Steve’s food palate

Steve playing with/braiding his hair, Argyle affectionately ruffling Steve’s

Out of the other guys, even Jonathan when stoned, I feel like Argyle and Steve are able to just naturally be on the same wavelength at any given point; like if Argyle was making astute observations (simple or deep), Steve can easily pick up his train of thought, casually all “oh yeaaah, yeah I totally get what you mean” and vice versa (Argyle picking up what Steve’s puttin down)

Sweet, goofy, playful bfs and also party kings when the energy is high

When they vibe to music together, they put their whole bodies into it; popcorn karaoke riding in each other’s cars, belting their hearts out

Casual homie kisses goodbye; “see you later brochacho” and then Argyle pecks Steve on the cheek

Like, after they have a friendly game, they do a bro handshake, and then Steve’s like “good game” before he goes in for a kiss

Stargyle is the ultimate 'bros to lovers' vibe. Also I just love the name??? Stargyle, ahhh.

Like they call each other 'dude, bro, man' but then you'll catch them asleep cuddling on the couch waiting for their other boyfriends to come home.

Argyle definitely digs movie dates with Steve, because all of the guys have different tastes; Billy and Eddie are more horror/slasher/gruesome action fans, Jonathan forces them to watch indie films or romcoms, Argyle prefers comedies, but he'll watch anything. So Steve usually watches his newest picks with Argyle when he wants to wind down from the week.

The whole polycule is very into playing with each others hair, but Argyle and Steve are the two who will be in the bathroom the longest if paired together (though Steve and Billy also take forever), Argyle helping Steve keep his hair in place while he styles and sprays, Steve brushing out Argyle's hair just cause it's pretty long and can be a hassle to do alone. Steve usually braids Argyle's hair before bed if Billy doesn't beat him to it first (or if Eddie and Jonathan haven't gotten their hands in Billy's hair first, because boy does that man become putty if you touch it).

Steve, Jonathan and Argyle will talk circles around each other when high and Eddie and Billy will just watch while draped over each other or playing cards because they're lazy stoners. Argyle joins them in cards sometimes, really depends on if Steve and Jonathan have moved from rambling to wrestling or not (it's playful, really, they just end up in a tangle of limbs and giggling afterwards because Jonathan is still somehow able to beat Steve every time).

Argyle and Steve have the most similar music taste, and when surrounded by their metal/rock n roll boyfriends, they have to fight for the radio. Thankfully, Argyle's vans is constant vibes and they rule over the selection of tapes.

The broshake and then kiss is so them, I love that. They'll do that before heading off the work and the other three are just bewildered by it in the beginning because

Billy: 'how did our boyfriends steal each other???'

Jonathan: 'When did this even happen??'

Eddie: 'Not hating it, but can you guys not act like platonic bros before maKING OUT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR?!'

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years ago

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I have a mighty thirst for Larry Johnson and I need to confess my sinful fantasies about him and anything to do with fucking him while we're both stoned as fuck.

I've pretty new to smoking weed still, I've only really used vape pens and edibles without having someone else roll or load a bong for me. Enter one sexy stoner god; Larry Johnson- The Weed Wizard.

One night it's just he and I hanging out, smoking weed and playing video games, and he playfully teases me and pats my back after I overdo it a bit and cough my lungs out for the fifth time.

I often get horny when I smoke weed, and I think Larry's regular joking around and ribbing would just have me squirming in my seat.

What I don't know is that he's noticed me not-so-subtly staring at his mouth out of the corner of my eye every time he takes a drag, biting my lip when he puts his hands over mine to properly grip the heavier bongs, putting an arm around my shoulders to lean in closer to light the bowl for me.

Before I can cough myself sore, Larry tells me he knows a trick to cough less- shotgunning.

I agree and he takes a long hit before pulling me close and exhaling slowly into my mouth without breaking eye contact. The next time he exhales, his lips are even closer to mine. After the third exhale of smoke he kisses me and then neither of can keep our hands off each other and fucks me to into the couch, all dazed and desperate. ~R

High Sex with Larry Johnson-

[CW: NSFW Lemon, Larry Johnson x (gn)reader, unsanitary, drug use, dubcon (technically bc you're both intoxicated???), MINORS DNI!]

>YUS SOME HIGH SEXY TIME WITH LARRY 😤👌💨💕💦

>I'd bet he would think it was soooo cute that you're a baby stoner and would loooove showing you the ropes~ >:3c

>The process of getting your weed ready and smoking as foreplay is so good??? Selecting just the right strain to set the mood, taking a big whiff from the bag to build anticipation, him introducing his pieces (and maybe laughing and sharing stories about the names he gave them), picking out what flavor wrap you want, the sound and smell as he grinds up a nug, him carefully collecting all the keif left on the sides of the grinder with one of his paintbrushes, the way he licks the blunt suggestively while making eye contact, watching his hands as he breaks down the bud and loads the bowl just so, him insisting you get greens and lighting it for you while you hit it, competing a little over who can take the biggest bong rip, seeing him blow smoke rings or french inhale just to show off a little (and maybe teaching you how to do it, too)...~ Just 🥴💨💓💦💦💦

>High sex where you're just grinding away and it's so damn sloppy but you're too gone to care about the mess or the noise or the occasional slipup in rhythm 👍👍👍

>Sometimes one or both of you gets the giggles or gets distracted and you end up having a deep and/or silly off-topic conversation mid-coitus, then realize you're naked and remember you were in the middle of having sex and you get back to it 😂

>Also taking a pause once in a while to take another hit while you're fucking (maybe while one of you is still inside the other) 😩👌💨💘

>Okay but what if he rolls you your own blunt to enjoy while you lay back and he goes down on you (and he wont stop talking about how he has the munchies and that you're really hitting the spot right now)? Do you shotgun him hits off of it and taste yourself on his lips or what?? 🤔

>Alternatively, sucking his dick while he smokes a blunt and he dirty talks and praises you and pets your hair the entire time 🙈💞

>Or, you could just go with some casual mutual handjobs while passively watching tv and cuddling up, not in any hurry at all to get off, just relaxing and enjoying the intimacy of touching each other while stoned UwU 💋💨💘

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #r anon #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x y/n #lemon #sorry steve #tw drug use #tw unsanitary #tw dubcon #(technically??? tagging just in case)#damn now I gotta load myself a bowl lmao #sally face imagines

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zeldaseyebrows · 2 years ago

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Chapter One of Sacrilege and Sororities is out!

This is the botw Grad School AU I’ve been talking about forever and finally am publishing. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: After an assassination attempt, Link and Zelda must live together and navigate the impending Calamity, grad school, strange dreams, and their complete disasters of personal lives. One of those things is more difficult than the others.

Pairing: Link/Zelda, OG Link/Hylia

Rating: E

Excerpt:

“I hate him!”

Zelda narrows her eyes with the vengeful focus that comes after consuming copious amounts of spirits. However, her righteous anger would be more chilling if she wasn’t hunched over a toilet bowl in a sorority house bathroom. The cute sand seal printed shower curtain surrounding the claw foot tub destroys any sort of gravitas Zelda’s tirade could have possessed.

“So I’ve heard,” Urbosa replies.

So I’ve heard for the past hour, Urbosa thinks, shifting to get more comfortable on the cool bathroom tile.

Even though it’s already 2am, it’s still going to be a long night. But she’s a loyal friend, and would never leave Zelda in her darkest hour. Even if it means missing the party she’s hosting or getting puke on her skirt or having to listen to Zelda rant about her poor appointed knight and bodyguard for an egregious amount of time, Urbosa’s in it for the long-haul.

Zelda wipes her mouth with a piece of toilet paper Urbosa passes her then continues her drunken rampage, “He’s just so… short! And everyone thinks he’s such hot stuff, because he can do athletics and kill things and looks like –and I quote verbatim– a ‘sexy little androgynous jock stoner elf.’ But they don’t have to see him at 5 a.m. But you know who does?” Zelda smacks her hand against the toilet bowl in emphasis and raises her voice even more. “Who does have to see him at 5 in the bloody morning when that monstrosity of an alarm goes off so he can do push-ups and pull-ups and sit-ups and all the other ‘-ups’ and make me feel bad about myself?”

Urbosa, demonstrating her infinite wisdom, does not answer the rhetorical question. A crisp spring breeze flutters the lace curtains and sweeps through the bathroom. It brings the sounds of intoxicated women laughing and dancing and cheering. Urbosa wishes for the thousandth time that Zelda could just be a happy drunk like them.

Balling her hands up, Zelda shrieks, “Who does? I do! I do because my awful father made him my bodyguard and my accursed roommate. All because he pulled that dinky little sword out of the stone while he was camping.” Zelda contorts her face and pretends to brandish a sword but ends up bashing her arm against the toilet lid. “Oh, I’m Mr. Sir Link Perfect Arse Chosen Hero and I’m barely clearing 5’3” on a good day, but everyone and their mother still wants me. I’m so quiet and stoic and annoying and I wear a stupid little knit beanie and have a motorcycle and a ponytail because I’m soooo cool. Look at me!”

“His beanie does make him look like one of my ex-girlfriends,” Urbosa mumbles to herself then refocuses.

“He’s such a little weirdo and I think he’s in love with his ratty old crockpot. If he even can feel love, since he’s as empty inside as a kiddie pool after it gets drained because someone’s shat in it. He even named the crockpot. Its name is Brenda. Brenda the crockpot.”

Urbosa draws upon every single ounce of willpower she has in order not to burst out laughing.

#zelink #zelink fic #botw #breath of the wild #tloz #the legend of zelda #My writing #Link #princess zelda #this is also going to have a lot of Hylink in it too #just saying #sacrilege and sororities

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

I do not operate a tag list, but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and hit ‘notifications’, you’ll get an alert every time i post something new. Back catalogue/masterlist can be found there and also on AO3

He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass.

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?”

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed.

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…”

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss.

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go.

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