#and watch weeds while commenting and laughing about parts

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house sitter au

while they serve their country, you serve them! *salute*

task force 141 are good at what they do. their ranks and medals are impressive, but it's hard coming home. home for them for a long time was a mediocre flat in central london that was vacant most of the year. it didn't help with the loneliness and disconnect the men felt after time abroad.

that's where you came in. an impressive resume and a bit of confidence that if you could handle toddlers, then you could handle four grown men!

when they were home, you helped clean and made meals. when they were away, you got free reign of the entire house. it didn't help that the paycheck every month was impressive.

the one thing they didn't tell you about the job was the lingering gazes of the men who you lived with. they never did anything, they wouldn't do anything without your consent. but when you were in the garden pulling out weeds (when was the last time the lawn was taken care of) you saw price by the doorway with a cup of tea in hand, watching you grumble to yourself. then when you were cooking lunch for yourself, you felt the hot gaze of johnny against your backside as you reached to the top shelf to grab some salt (who put this so high?). then it was simon's eyes on your lips as you enjoyed some ice cream after a long day dusting (how were these guys not sneezing from all the dust!). finally it was gaz who made a comment about how you looked nice when you were scrubbing the floors. he laughed it off as a joke, but the way he looked at you was a little more heated.

four pairs of eyes lingered on every part of your body, even the parts that you were insecure about. to end up in bed with them wasn't hard. it first started with the captain, then you made your way through the ranks.

price was burly and strong, he had you pinned under him on his large bed. his hands on your hips as he buried his cock into you. your ass in the air but your upper half was flat against the mattress, price soon interwove his fingers with yours as he thrusted into your sweet cunt. you realized soon after that he really liked when you called him captain. or better yet, daddy. you didn't know that you reeked of daddy issues, but price could smell it from a mile away. but don't worry, daddy's got ya. when he was finished fucking you, he'd play with your overstimulated clit while he smoked. he made sure to exhale away from you. he was the first however to punish you when you were being a 'bad' girl. sometimes it was shining his boots, other times you were the one getting his boots dirty. (hope you like rough laces against your soaked clit!)

johnny was a wild card. he liked to bite. and it wasn't like his teeth were too blunt to cause any damage. after the first time you were with him, you made him go to the drug store to buy you concealer to cover the jackson pollock-esque hickeys on your neck! he offered to buy you a collar to wear inside and you narrowed your eyes at him. "if anyone here needs a collar it's you, mactavish." but he could also be so sweet. while he liked it fast and rough, he always made sure his number one girl got to finish as well. usually before him. his kisses were sloppy, he was like a dog sometimes. his favourite place to fuck you however was in the yard outside. he usually have to shove his thick fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet. no one needed to know just how NEEDY you were for his cock. the number of times the other men caught him just pounding your sweet cock, using that strength of his to his advantage was something else. and of course, when they caught you, they hung around. three other men watching you face down in the grass with johnny having you by the hips. his praise his filthy, almost degrading. you were his special girl, but you were also a massive whore. but don't worry, bonnie, johnny will happily fuck any hole you have open.

simon was difficult. he only found out that your legs were open for business after he heard you and johnny going at it. the sound of the bed creaking and the scottsman's filthy tongue. but unlike johnny, simon was a little too big for you. while your sexual encounters started with oral and fingering. he managed to get just the tip in. but it wasn't enough, he eventually sank every last inch. the feeling took the wind out of you and you couldn't sit right for days after. his pace was slow, methodical. he watched you with a keen eye. the rise and fall of your chest, the noises you made. he knew he was selfish for taking so much of you, but you were unlike anyone else. after that, he started to take his mask off more. if you saw (and felt) his cock, you might as well see what was under the mask. cue a lot of worship from you, kissing at his heavily scarred body. he'd just hold you in his arms while you were in his lap.

kyle was the sweetest which compared to the other hulking men you were living with. it wasn't a hard bar to clear. all of them complimented you, but kyle was the one who'd bring you flowers when he returned from a mission. he mostly liked to keep his intimate time with you in his bedroom. his favourite position was to take you on your side. him spooning you as he thrusted his cock into your tight pussy. his nose in your hair as he moved against you. he knew the other men were taking your pussy for a joy ride, so he wanted to make love to you. flowers, candles, sweet nothings. the only problem was, instead him wanting to jump your bones. you wanted to jump HIS bones. you got loads of body worship from him, lots of praise to. he also liked when you called him by his rank, while not AS impressive as captain or lieutenant, it was still something he was proud of. he'd take you missionary style but a lot of the time, loved having you on top. with the afternoon light bathing your body in golden rays. he rarely left marks or bruises. no one needed to see what you two did in your off time. it was a secret for him and him alone. regardless of how you two fucked, he was the king of after care, letting you rest as he would read to you. either the book he had picked up while away or an article on his phone. he chuckled when he heard you snoring.

but sometimes, it was hard to choose between two of them at a time. so you ended up with both johnny and simon's cock pushed inside of you. your mouth hung open and your mind drawing a blank. but don't worry, they're worshiping your cunt. cooing about how sweet it is that you can take BOTH of them. of course you could! you were made for them. your stomach feels dense after they cum inside you about three times. the feeling of their cum in your gut makes your lethargic and just curl up after they get their fill.

other times its kyle and price. while they aren't pushing your pussy to its absolute limit. it still takes a lot out of you. you were on the floor of price's bedroom, riding the captain while facing kyle who had his cock in your face. as you moved your hips against the older man, your mouth and hand were on the sergeant's cock. you found out that both men liked it when you were covered in their cum, not push it inside of you as deep as they could.

when those who hired you asked how the job was going after a few months. you meekly asked what the health insurance policy was and did it cover birth control *hides face*

(you'd find out within a year that no amount of pills, iuds, rings or implants could stop one of those boys from giving you a baby)

<3

[mcdynamite]

Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest.

It's just not really something he's ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he's locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It's never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It's just a way to be closer to someone, and it's nice, but it's never anything more than that.

Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

They're high when it happens, laying side by side in Eddie's unmade bed while the weed sinks into their bones. Steve loves the way it seems to slow down the world around them - makes everything syrupy and sweet, so he feels every brush of Eddie's fingers against his own in every inch of his body as they pass the joint back and forth.

The casual contact makes him long for more, and when he's high, Steve just...gives into the longing. He lets himself drift closer until they're pressed together so closely that Eddie can hide his face in Steve's uncharacteristically messy hair when he's trying to cover up a snort of laughter in response to Steve's deranged weed-induced musings.

Tonight, they meander their way through a directionless conversation - as they so often do when they get high together - until the joint is so small it nearly singes their fingertips. When Eddie finally sits up to stamp it out in the ashtray on the bedside table, Steve tries not to miss the feeling of Eddie's body against his own too much, knowing it'll be back soon enough.

"I'm thinking of handing over the DM throne to Will for the next oneshot, after we finish this campaign," Eddie says, speech slow and thoughtful as he puts out the blunt. "Think he'll be good at it."

Steve just hums, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze fixed on the curls he wants so badly to run his fingers through, just to know what it feels like. He's high enough to not care about the consequences when he decides fuck it, and reaches out to feel the soft ringlets beneath his fingertips.

"You're good at it," he muses - a delayed response to Eddie's comment. If Eddie is bothered by the way Steve is carefully petting his hair, he doesn't show it. Instead, he turns back to look down at Steve with a soft smile that makes Steve's insides feel all gooey.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, a hint of a smirk overtaking the softness. "You ready to admit that you like watching me play my little nerd game, Harrington?"

Steve blames the quiet whine that escapes his throat on the weed, along with the way he honest-to-God pouts in response to Eddie's words. He tugs on a lock of Eddie's hair petulantly. "Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie's face does something strange then, and Steve can't quite parse out what it means with the weed making his brain all foggy. He looks...surprised? Fond? Maybe both?

"Sorry, Stevie," he replies, teasing but somehow genuine at the same time. Steve smiles dopily, an expression that Eddie returns. "That better?"

Satisfied, Steve nods. Hums in affirmation. "Yeah. I like that one."

And it's true. Steve loves when Eddie calls him Stevie, because Eddie always sounds so fond when he does, and it makes Steve's heart feel too big for his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, still grinning as he leans down until he's propped up on one elbow, hovering just over Steve on the bed. "What else do you want me to call you, hm? Stevie? Steve? M'lord?"

The last one makes Steve laugh and close his eyes, happy to bask in the sound of Eddie's voice as he floats along with their conversation.

"Sir Steven? Sweetheart?" Eddie continues, and Steve's heart jumps just a bit at the second one. Then, Eddie murmurs, "Baby?" 

And Steve's eyes fly open.

Steve stares at his friend with wide eyes - lips parted as a soft, punched-out oh escapes him - and it's weird, is the thing. Because Steve has been called baby before, lovingly by his grandmother when he was still a little boy causing mischief while his parents weren't watching, meanly by boys on the playground when he cried over something silly like a scraped knee…and when he got older, teasingly by the girls he took on dates.

It's not a new name for him, but it feels groundbreaking nonetheless.

Because the word sounds so much better coming from Eddie's mouth than anyone else's. It's soft, and fond, and knowing, and...

It's longing.

"Yeah,” Steve croaks. "Yeah."

"Which one? Sir Steven?" Eddie asks playfully, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. He grins maniacally when Steve huffs and shakes his head in disappointment. "No? Which one was it, then, that you liked the most?"

"Eddieeee," Steve complains, burying his flushed face into the pillow and avoiding his friend's gaze. "You know which one."

Eddie shakes his head in an almost scolding manner and Steve is convinced he must've moved closer, because Steve can feel Eddie's breath against his skin, and the air in the room feels about a hundred degrees hotter.

"Nuh-uh, Stevie," Eddie says, poking him playfully in the ribs. "You gotta tell me which one."

Steve hesitates, feeling more and more self-conscious by the second. He sort of wants to hide, but he also really wants Eddie to call him that again. It's probably thanks to his intoxicated brain that he allows himself to answer truthfully. "Baby," he murmurs, uncharacteristically shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie says, voice and smile softening in tandem. "You like when I call you baby, Stevie?"

Steve stares up at him with wide eyes, hardly able to believe this is really happening, and nods. "Yeah. That one."

Eddie is so close, now, that Steve can feel the warmth that emanates from his skin; can see the flecks of gold in his eyes amongst the molten chocolate brown. He's got freckles - Steve realizes. Tiny little dots across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks that form constellations on his skin. Steve thinks, maybe a bit deliriously, that he would be perfectly happy spending hours tracing them, the way astronomers of old once traced the stars.

"Eddie..." he breathes, heart pounding as he begins to feel more and more desperate for...for something. Anything to let him know that he's not the only one succumbing to the gravitational pull between them.

Eddie blinks slowly, and his eyes widen as though he's just realized something important. Steve watches his throat bob nervously before Eddie finally whispers, "Yeah, baby?"

Steve inhales sharply through parted lips - a soft, plaintive gasp that draws Eddie's eyes to his lips, and-

Oh.

That's what Steve wants, isn't it?

"I-" Steve tries, helpless to stop his own gaze from falling on Eddie's lips - pink and parted and just a little bit chapped, and so, so close.

"Baby," Eddie says again, and this time it's different. Unintentional. Like Eddie said it without meaning to. And maybe it's just the weed, but Steve swears he can feel the word burrowing its way into his chest and settling around his heart like a blanket. It makes his whole body feel warm - something only made worse by the hot coal of desire that begins smoldering low in his gut.

He's so lost in it all that he can't even bring himself to feel embarrassed when he whispers, "Please."

Steve waits with bated breath until finally, any remaining nervousness retreats from Eddie's eyes, and Eddie smiles in that way that makes Steve's stomach flutter. It's such a pretty smile. Steve can only watch as it grows closer, going cross-eyed for the briefest moment in his quest to to stare at Eddie's lips until suddenly his eyes are fluttering shut, because...because...

Because Eddie kisses him with lips still curled into a smile, and Steve thinks - utterly nonsensically - that feeling Eddie's lips against his own is so much better than just looking at them. The thought makes him giggle, just a bit, and he finds himself grinning into the kiss, too.

They part for a moment so Steve can let out another quiet giggle, and Eddie seems to pause for a moment, smiling down at Steve with poorly concealed affection. "Baby," he murmurs reverently, and then he's leaning down to capture Steve's lips in another kiss.

This time, Steve is ready for it, but it draws a muffled whimper out of him nonetheless. His nose fills with the scent of weed and cigarettes and cheap cologne - the smell of Eddie - and it's so overwhelmingly good. He lets his lips fall open on a gasp...doesn't close them when Eddie tentatively brushes his tongue against Steve's own. He shuts his eyes, because the press of Eddie's hand to his cheek and Eddie's chest to his own feel like so much more like that.

Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp in a breath, and inexplicably, that's what really sends every last bit of restraint in Steve's brain packing. It's so simple, so ordinary - the soft, quick sip of air Eddie takes in. It's a breathy little sound that Steve has heard from countless others before, but maybe that's why it puts him in this unfamiliar chokehold of wanting.

This isn't just anyone.

This is Eddie.

And Eddie is making those quiet, lovely little sounds because he's kissing Steve, and Steve is very rapidly realizing that he is utterly incapable of being normal about any of this.

He feels his cheeks go hot as he forces his heavy limbs to move so he can tangle his fingers in Eddie's curls, holding him close (because Steve thinks he might die if Eddie stops kissing him, now). And it's bliss. It's addictive. It's ruinously tender, and Steve feels himself unraveling from within. Feels the knots in his heart - left behind by absent parents, cruel friends, and distant girlfriends - turn to dust at the gentlest brush of Eddie's lips.

He whimpers into Eddie's mouth and clings to him even tighter, feeling his throat grow strangely tight as his eyes sting at the corners, and when Eddie pulls away he's got a small furrow in his brow, just under his bangs. 

"Stevie?" Eddie murmurs. His eyes dart to Steve's cheeks, and when he brushes his thumb along the skin just under Steve's eye, it drags a bit of wetness with it. Only then does Steve realize...he's crying.

And Eddie is wiping away his tears.

"I..." Steve croaks, eyes wide and spilling more tears with every blink. He drags his hands down from Eddie's hair to rest on his chest, beginning to curl into himself as the embarrassment sinks in.

Christ, he's crying. And all they've done is kiss.

Eddie's frown deepens, but he doesn't pull away completely. Instead, he lets their noses brush and breathes, "Baby..."

Steve's breath hitches.

"You're shaking, sweetheart," Eddie continues, still brushing Steve's tears away with gentle fingers. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Steve gasps hurriedly, because as far as he understands, it's the truth. "Nothing's wrong, I just..." He closes his eyes. Swallows the lump in his throat and admits with a trembling voice, "I didn't know it could be like this."

He opens his eyes and sees Eddie's expression soften, but the concern remains. "What do you mean?"

"I just..." Steve tries, sniffling and letting out a quiet, distressed laugh. He slams his eyes shut again and rubs them roughly with his palms, trying to force the tears back into his body. "Jesus, this is fucking embarrassing, man."

"Steve..." Eddie murmurs. He sounds sad. Conflicted. Like he's not sure what to do or how to help - if he should stay or go - and that just won't do, because Steve is certain he'll drift away on the breeze without Eddie to ground him. He's got to try to explain, even with his thoughts still feeling syrupy slow from the weed.

He wants to tell Eddie that he's kissed dozens of people before, but kissing them never felt like this. He wants to explain that he's used to taking the lead, and that it's nice having someone else set the pace, for once. He wants to tell Eddie about the way most people he's kissed have done so - frantically...lustfully. Kissing has always been a simple means to an end. And it's never made Steve feel like this.

What he actually manages to say is slightly different, though.

"No one's ever kissed me like they love me, before."

His eyes are still covered by his own hands, so he can't see what is surely a stunned expression on Eddie's face, but he can hear the way Eddie gasps in response to Steve's words.

It’s too much, he thinks. He's said too much, fast-forwarded too far into the movie. It's too early to be talking about love. Steve knows this. It's just...

His stupid, floaty little brain can't envision a world where someone kisses the way Eddie does without being hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

"Shit," Steve breathes after several minutes of silence. Or maybe it's several seconds. He really doesn't know. Time feels funny, when he's high. "I know that's, like, way too much. I'm too much. I don't know why I-"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts, and Steve snaps his mouth shut. He feels Eddie's hands wrap carefully around his wrists to pull them from his eyes. Eddie is being so careful with him...like he can't see that his tenderness is exactly the thing that’s ripping Steve apart at the seams.

Steve wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to drag Eddie back down and kiss him until he can't breathe. Until Eddie's sweetness becomes warm and comforting instead of feeling like the scalding heat of jumping into a hot tub after a dip in the cold waters of the pool.

"Baby, look at me," Eddie says softly.

Steve is helpless but to obey.

Eddie's gaze is sad but kind when Steve finally meets it with his own. He's got the barest hint of a smile on his pretty lips - the same ones Steve so desperately wants to feel against his own, again - and Steve feels his stomach swirl with something he can't quite describe.

"It's not too much," Eddie continues, voice steady. "And neither are you, okay? You, Steve Harrington, are never too much. Not to me."

The words settle over Steve like a blanket, and he can't decide whether it's comforting or suffocating. He just wants to stop talking about things so they can move on. He just wants Eddie.

"Eds..." he rasps desperately. "I don't- I just want-" He cuts himself off with the hitching breath of what may be a sob. He's not really sure, at this point.

"What can I do, honey?" Eddie says, and he really needs to stop with the pet names, or Steve might genuinely fracture into pieces. "What do you want?"

Steve is sunk too deep into the syrupy slow feeling of the weed - too desperate to feel Eddie pressed against him again - to do anything but tell the truth.

"Just want you," he says.

Eddie smiles - eyes crinkling at the corners - and Steve breathes the sight in like oxygen. "You have me, baby," Eddie murmurs. He's rubbing small, comforting circle into the sensitive skin of Steve's wrists now, and it's perfect. It's wonderfully, disgustingly perfect.

"I do?" Steve asks dumbly. His brain feels fifteen seconds behind everything, but he thinks that's probably okay. Eddie seems to be just fine waiting for him to catch up.

"Yeah, Stevie," Eddie chuckles quietly. "Had me for a long time, now. Just wasn't sure if you would want me the way I wanted you."

"You want me," Steve says breathlessly, more to himself than to Eddie. "You wanna kiss me."

Eddie's resulting laugh is a bit louder, a bit brighter, this time. "I do," he says. The sadness is fading from his eyes, giving way to something that looks an awful lot like elation. Steve remains still and watches, entranced, as Eddie carefully hauls himself up until he can swing a leg over Steve's to straddle him.

Still smiling broadly, Eddie leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, studying Steve with those big, brown eyes. "You gonna let me?" he asks Steve, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Steve nods, lips parted in surprise he can't quite seem to shake, and Eddie's expression softens.

"Gonna let me kiss you like I love you, Stevie?" Eddie whispers.

Steve's not sure when, exactly, his tears had begun to dry up, but he knows they must have at some point, because they're returning with a vengeance, now. "Please," he breathes.

Eddie shifts, and Steve expects Eddie to go right back to kissing him, but that's not what he does.

Instead, Eddie releases one of Steve's wrists and cups his cheek tenderly. This time, the feeling of his thumb brushing the tears away is a familiar one, and it makes Steve smile dopily.

"You know the reason I kiss you like I love you?" Eddie asks. Steve shakes his head and tracks Eddie's gaze as it drifts towards the place where his fingers are still wrapped around Steve's wrist. His lips quirk into a smile as he uses his grip to pin Steve's hand to the mattress, right beside Steve's head, and laces their fingers together.

Their noses are brushing, now, and Eddie's hips are resting on Steve's, and Eddie's hair has fallen around them like a curtain to keep the rest of the world out, and it's so much. Eddie is everywhere, and he's everything, and Steve is completely, unquestioningly in love with him - probably has been in love with him for ages, now, and just never let himself think too hard about it.

"I kiss you like I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie breathes, and their lips brush as he speaks. "Because I love you."

And the thing is…Steve has spent his entire life wondering what it would feel like to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was loved. It's something that's eluded him for twenty years.

So it's all the more miraculous when Eddie kisses him again, and suddenly, Steve knows. He knows that Eddie Munson loves him. He feels it in the way Eddie kisses him slowly and deliberately, like it would never have crossed Eddie's mind not to. He feels it in their linked hands, in the way Eddie squeezes his hand when Steve makes a desperate, wanton sound into his mouth.

He feels it when Eddie brushes the hair out of his eyes and smiles before kissing Steve's forehead, then his nose, and then his lips again.

Feels it when Eddie's lips begin to wander down his neck.

When Eddie sucks a mark into the thin skin above his collar bone, just because Steve begs him too.

When Eddie pulls Steve's shirt over his head with careful hands, then lets Steve do the same, because Steve needs the intimacy of skin on skin.

He feels it when Eddie stops Steve's wandering hands from venturing too far south with a firm grip and apologetic eyes, because Eddie wants him - of course he does - but not when they've been smoking. Not when there's even the slightest chance that Steve might wake up and regret it in the morning.

And he hears it, too, later that night when they're laying in Eddie's bed exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, unwilling to drift off and let the night end, just yet.

Their legs are woven together - bare, aside from their boxers - and Steve has lost track of how long they've been tangled up in each other like this. He doesn't particularly care, though. He's pretty sure he could happily spend the rest of his life exactly like this.

"Love you, Stevie," Eddie whispers against his lips. They both smile into the next kiss, and Steve's heart is full to bursting, because he believes it. He knows, now, what it feels like to be loved...to be adored.

"I love you," he murmurs in reply, relishing in Eddie's sharp intake of breath. He giggles a bit, for no reason other than the pure joy that's been coursing through his body all night. "God," he laughs. "I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.

Eddie is quiet for a moment before his face splits into a grin that could rival Steve's own, and he's so goddamn beautiful that Steve almost feels like crying again.

He doesn't cry, though. He just watches adoringly as Eddie smiles and nudges Steve's nose with his own. "Yeah, baby?" Eddie teases.

"Yeah, Eds," he answers simply.

And he's pretty sure Eddie knows - is pretty sure Eddie can feel it - because Steve kisses him for the umpteenth time that night, and he pours every ounce of his heart into it. 

Steve kisses Eddie like he loves him, because he does. God, help him, he does.

And Eddie?

Eddie kisses Steve like he loves him back, and Steve gets it now, because it’s more than just a kiss.

It’s perfect.

It’s earth-shattering.

It’s everything.

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Shout-out to @lyphyshard for the beta!

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[rafesslxt]

Hi! Would you write a smut fic about getting high with Mattheo?

R U High Mine⎥Mattheo Riddle

summary: you come back from the holiday's with some weed for you and the boys. When you and Mattheo smoke while showing him some songs, it get's a little heated between the two of you.

warnings: Filthy smut yasss, getting high, so drugs/weed, smoking, best friends to lovers, making out, vocal mattheo (ugh), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, aftercare, mattheo calling reader slut and whore

note: I saw this in the car and had an immediate idea how to write this, had much fun. Thank you for the request I hope you like it. 💚

song: I recommend listening to the song "R U Mine" or "Why'd you only call me when you're high" by Arctic Monkeys, trust me babes. Or hear the playlist "Are you high mine" from my Spotify.

The boys and Pansy already waited for me in the common room as I arrived at Hogwarts again. It was like Christmas for them, knowing I would always bring them their favorite treat after the holiday's.

I smiled at them, knowing they were thinking the same as me as they smiled back at me. "Y/n!" Pansy was the first to stand up and hug me. From all the people I called my friends, I was closest to her. " Hey Pansy, how are you?" I asked, letting my bags fall to hug her back.

"I'm great! We're waiting for you girl. Everyone's here already." she giggled as she let go of me so I could great the rest.

I gave everyone a hug, at last Mattheo, who kissed my cheek. " How are you princess?" he asked, scanning my face. " I'm good Matt, thanks." I smile at him and sit beside him on the armrest. " What about you?" " Fine now that you're here." I rolled my eyes playfully at his answer.

"You know we're all happy to see you y/n, but do you have it?" Draco asked, shifting impatient in his seat. I think from all of us, he was the one with the most need for it. He was constantly on the edge, maybe even worse If it wasn't for Pansy who comforted him the best she could. He had all the pressure of his father on his shoulders and It was clear to see what it did to him. So a little smoke from now and then did good for him.

"Of course I have it, how could I forget when all of you reminded me the whole 2 weeks of it in each letter you wrote?" I say sarcastic, with a little smirk on the edge of my lips.

I grabbed my purse and pulled out a big black bag with already little packed baggy's, also black so you couldn't see what's in it, for each of them.

"Oh my god it's more than usually, right?" Enzo said, gawking at the little bags in my hand. I chuckled as I gave each one of them their own little bag so they could divide it up for the next few weeks.

"Yeah it is indeed more than usual. Got a good prize for it." " Wait let me pay what we didn't give you." Draco said, grabbing into his pockets but I shook my head. " No it's good. I'm friends with him since we were kids." He nodded and opened his bag to smell it, saying "You know I never thought I would say that but I wouldn‘t have thought I would ever be this happy to have a friend who is part of the muggle world."

I laughed at his comment, before giving the last bag to Mattheo. "I've got something else for you." I grinned at him, knowing he'll love it.

Obviously things like wifi don't exist here so I buyed him an MP3 player with lots and lots of battery's so he could listen to music. This time I brought an CD player and made a few Playlists for him.

His smile got bigger as he saw me pulling it out of my bag. "What's that?" Blaise asked, watching us. " It's an CD Player so you can hear Music a little louder than with headset."

"You wanna hear it?" I ask, Mattheo nodding. " Yeah princess, let's go." He grabbed my bags and gave me my purse. "See you later guy's." I waved at the rest of them.

It became a ritual for us to listen to music every time I came back from holiday's, so the group already knew what's going on.

We walked towards mine and Pansy's dorm we shared which was no issue to her as Mattheo and Draco shared a dorm so she would always go over to Draco's.

"You roll the weed and I'm gonna put on the music mkay? Grinder is in the top drawer." I say while walking towards my desk and putting the CD player on it, putting the battery in it and the first CD I wanted to show him. In the meantime he sat down on my bed and grinned the weed smaller before rolling it into a J.

"Ready." He smiled at me and tapped the place beside him on the bed. "Okay, so this is a band I want to show you, they're called "Arctic Monkeys" and I think you'll love them." Confident I sat down next to him after starting the Music. He lit the J and handed it over to me. "Here, you go first." "Thanks." I took the first drag and inhaled it deeply into my lungs before grinning and exhaling the smoke. " Oh it's good. Marc didn't disappoint." "Marc huh?" he asked as he took his first drag. " So you two are close or anything?"

I shrugged with my shoulders before laying down on my back. " Kind of, but not as close as I'm with you guys. I know him since I'm a kid, he's also the only one who knows about Hogwarts beside my parents."

He scanned my face as I was talking, slowly dragging his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I saw it but didn't think about it as I slowly but surely felt the weed have an effect.

"Damn, you were right. The music is great. It's a bit..edgy." " Yeah I know but it's great for smoking." I giggle and turn my head back towards the ceiling as the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high" started to play. " That's my second favorite." I tell him, feeling the weed calming me down but also making my senses and nerves more sensitive and reactive.

"What's your favorite?" "It comes after a few songs, just wait, I will tell you."

We layed down a little longer, smoking the J until it was ready and we were high as fuck. "Shit, it feels so good to be like this again." he groans, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my head towards him, seeing him looking at the ceiling.

I always had a crush on Mattheo. I loved when he was all flirty with me, while with nobody other. We both had partners before but I always felt some kind of pull towards him. My eyes scanned him, looking at his sharp jawline at first. I also loved looking at it, made me feel some type of way. Especially when it moved while he smoked.

Suddenly his eyes hit mine and maybe it's the weed but I had a feeling as If there was more in his gaze. Again, he looks at my eyes and then at my lips, licking his own.

Then my favorite song started playing. " That's my favorite." I said, watching him looking to the CD player. I wait a litte before he reacts to it. He breathed out heavily before looking at me. "You know where I would love to hear it?" "No tell me." "When we fuck." he says bluntly.

My eyes widened in shock, not knowing If I imagined things now. Before I could say anything he rolled over on top of me, grabbed my neck and kissed me with passion I've never felt before in my life. I opened my mouth as his tongue licked over my bottom lip. He groaned against my lips and pressed his body even more against mine, letting one hand beside my head to support himself and the other which was at my neck, now wandering over my stomach.

My breathing got faster and heavier due the haze and the arousal I suddenly felt. "Fuck, you don't even know how long I've been wanting to do this." He lowers his head down to my throat in a rush, leaving my lips trembling.

Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I felt his tongue licking my skin and his teeth carefully biting it. " Mattheo.." I moaned and let my hands go trough his hair, pulling on some strands. "What princess? What do you need hm?" he mumbles against my neck.

I arched my back and pressed my hips against his, feeling he's already hard. I gasped at the friction and bit my lip right after. " Need to feel you." "Where, tell me where. I wanna hear you say it." he groans, pressing against my hips.

"Everywhere. Fuck me." I would have never said that so bluntly without the weed, but I'm so grateful that we did smoke.

He growled against my skin, leaving wet kisses all over it before sitting up between my legs and letting both his hands roam over my skin under the hoodie I wore. It didn't take him long before pulling it over my head together with my shirt under it, seeing I was wearing no bra.

His lips parted and a smile formed on them. " You're so beautiful y/n, shit why didn't we do this sooner." His hand wandered up to my chest, massaging them and playing with my nipples teasing them. I mewled at the feeling and arched my back again. " Mattheo please. I need more."

"Don't have to ask me twice, princess." He opened the button of my jeans and pulled them down. He got rid of his clothes too until we were both only in our underwear.

I looked down and saw how big he was, just trough his boxershorts, making me gulp a little. "Don't worry, I'll go slow. Or do you want it rough?" I nodded quickly. " Rough. Fuck me like - " " Like what?" I gulped again before answering in a whisper. " Like a slut." " Oh you mean like my slut? Because after this you'll go nowhere but to me If you need to be fucked. Understood?" Ahh imagine him saying this ugh

I nodded. "Good girl." he said smiling, his voice and words making me even wetter. His fingers slowly stroked over my slip, making him biting his lip and almost moan. "Feel how wet you are you fucking slut? Wet for your best friend?"

I moaned and closed my eyes as he slipped a finger under the fabric and right inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight. Nobody fucked you good the last few months huh?" I shook my head as I couldn't form any words. " Yeah that's gonna change from now on." He pumped his fingers a few more times inside of me, putting pressure to my clit with his thumb before pulling down his boxer shorts and my slip.

He pressed his tip against my entrance, looking at me. " Ready?" "Yeah.." I breathed out. He slowly pushed inside me, scanning my face, his eyes a little hooded.

My hands grabbed his hair again as he completely bottomed me out. "Oh yes.." I moaned, closing my eyes and parting my lips.

"You feel so good princess." he groaned and started to thrust inside me fast and rough, not thinking twice If someone outside in the common room could hear the bed hitting the wall. I wanted to say something but every word got stuck in my throat at his merciless fucking.

"What huh? Am I fucking you stupid you little whore? Fuck I love this, how fucked out you already look, not even able to speak." he growls into the air.

The only thing I felt was him inside me, thrusting faster and faster every minute that passed. I couldn't concentrate on anything else beside him. "M-mattheo I'm close.." " You wanna cum baby? Beg me like the little slut you wanted to be."

His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I heard his breathing getting harder. "Fuck, please let me cum Mattheo. Please, I'm begging you." I moan loudly as my walls clench around his cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." he groaned, thrusting hard one last time before spilling inside me and circling his fingers on my sensitive clit. "Come around my cock baby." And I did. I did so hard that my vision went black for a moment and his name left my lips over and over again.

"Yeah, love how you almost look possessed. Possessed by my cock." he grins down at me, slowly pulling out of me.

I swallowed and looked at him, mind dizzy." "That was so good Mattheo." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Oh believe me princess, that won't be the last time. You're mine now."

I hope you had fun reading, I had so much fun writing this. 😍

Let me know what ya'll think about this hehe. 👀

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[tipsynight0]

Thorns and roses

Parings - Jeff the killer pov x female reader

Word count - 830

TRIGGER WARNINGS - violence, blood and injury, self harm (implied) strong language.

Summary - early valentines with Jeff.

Authors note - Wow, it’s been a whole month since my last post! Life’s been pretty hectic, especially with my job at a ski resort. But I’m back, and I’ll be working on Jack’s Family part 3 next! My requests are always open, so don’t hesitate to reach out if you’ve got something on your mind! Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies 💕

The forest stretched endlessly in the dead of night, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. The sludge seeped through Jeff’s worn-out Converses, but he barely noticed. His grip tightened around the bouquet in his hand, thorns digging into his palm, but the sting was nothing. Just another irritation, like the fucking holiday itself.

Valentine’s Day.

The one time of year where every goddamn idiot in town was out celebrating their fragile little love stories—whispering sweet nothings, fucking in the back of their cars, exchanging overpriced chocolates like any of it meant something. Pathetic. He’d made it his own personal tradition to ruin at least one couple’s perfect night, carving up one lovebird while the other got to go home alone, blood-soaked and broken. Almost made the holiday bearable.

Almost.

Jeff had never given a shit about Valentine’s when he was still some half-functional member of society. But now? Now, he couldn’t fucking ignore it. Not with (Y/N) around.

The little shit had made some offhand comment about never receiving flowers before—except for that one time her childhood crush had picked some shitty weeds from a bush and handed them to her like it was something special. Jeff had clicked his tongue in irritation at the memory, jaw tightening as the mansion came into view.

Was that why he was doing this? Just to shut her up? Maybe. But also to rub it in that dumbass kid’s face. Because Jeff didn’t bring her weeds. He brought her real fucking roses.

Okay, maybe they weren’t that fresh.

And maybe he’d ripped them from some poor bastard’s grave while passing through the cemetery earlier that night. But they weren’t completely wilted. The petals still held some color, even if a few were tinged with dirt. It was the thought that counted, right?

Hauling his ass up the steps, he shoved the mansion door open and stalked inside, his eyes immediately landing on (Y/N)’s sleeping form.

Tch.

Typical.

He rolled his shoulders, stepping closer. The soft rise and fall of her breath, the way the moonlight traced over her skin—he could stand here and watch for a while, but patience had never been his thing.

“Wake up,” he grunted, yanking the blanket off her without warning.

(Y/N) groaned in protest, curling away from him, but Jeff wasn’t fucking having it.

He shoved the bouquet into her face. “Picked these for you.”

The scent of earth and something vaguely metallic filled the air as a few petals fluttered onto the bed. Jeff watched, unblinking, as (Y/N) slowly blinked awake, her face scrunching in sleepy confusion.

She hesitated before reaching for the bouquet, fingers ghosting over the delicate petals. Jeff’s eyes narrowed, watching her closely.

“You’re lucky I even got you anything,” he muttered, his tone low, almost irritated. “I’ve never picked flowers for a girl before, so be fucking grateful.”

(Y/N) turned the bouquet in her hands, examining it as if she wasn’t entirely sure whether to be touched or disturbed. Jeff could already hear whatever smart-ass comment she was about to make, so he cut her off.

“I found you chocolate too,” he grumbled, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket. “But I got hungry on the way home.”

(Y/N) huffed a small laugh, shaking her head.

Jeff’s lips twitched, but he wasn’t done.

“I was gonna do something extra romantic,” he mused, his voice taking on that familiar, low purr. “Like carve our initials into some asshole’s chest, you know… real classic shit.”

(Y/N) flinched slightly as a thorn pricked her skin, a sharp bead of crimson welling up along her fingertip.

Jeff stilled.

His smile stretched, painfully wide, his breath hitching as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand, his rough fingers tracing over the fresh wound.

"Now that’s worth it," he murmured, tilting her palm toward the light to examine the way her blood shimmered against her skin.

Then, before she could react, he leaned down, dragging his tongue over the wound in a slow, deliberate motion.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched.

Jeff hummed, barely above a whisper. “Shit… you look so fucking pretty when you bleed.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his. “This is your idea of romance?” she murmured, her voice unsteady but not entirely disapproving.

Jeff chuckled, breath warm against her fingers. “Fuck, you want me to say it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pressed a lingering kiss against her skin, lips brushing over the cut as he mumbled between kisses, “Be my Valentine…”

His grip on her wrist tightened ever so slightly, possessive, unyielding. He lifted his gaze, dark and hungry.

“…Or I’ll just have to carve my name into this beautiful skin of yours so nobody gets any ideas while you’re deciding.”

[femguts]

bsf!ellie williams x reader

cw: weed , intended lowercase , not proofread , that’s it me thinks

you held the joint up to your lips, taking a long drag. the smoke filled your lungs, a familiar earthy taste filling your mouth. you held your breath for a long moment before you exhaled slowly. a small cough escaped your lips and you rubbed your chest. ellie couldn't help but chuckle as she watched you cough and gasp for air.

"you alright there?" she asked with a smirk, grabbing the joint from you and taking a drag with ease. "i don't think i'm every gonna get used to it.." you admitted, giggling softly as you watched her exhale the smoke out of her lungs.

she huffed out a small sigh, a knowing smile on her lips as she looked at you. "yeah, you will." she said, passing the joint back to you. you two were only a few hits in, and the high had just washed over you like a wave of warm, tingling sensations. your muscles relaxed, a hazy feeling set in as your mind swam in a world of its own. everything felt different and strange, yet pleasant. you felt the faintest smile tug at the corners of your lips, a sense of contentment washing over you.

"feels nice." you declared, biting the skin on your lip. ellie hummed at your comment, nodding her head. "it's supposed to." she expressed, but it went in one ear and out the other. you were staring at her. you couldn't help but notice her beauty, your eyes studying the curves of her face. your gaze lingered on her features, taking in every detail; the way her eyes seemed to sparkle, the coy smile that tugged at her lips, the collection of freckles scattered across her face.

"you're staring." the sweet sound of her voice snapped you out of your trance, your eyes shooting up to meet hers. "what?" you questioned, blinking a bit. "you were staring at me.." she repeated herself, a small, knowing smile played at the corners of her lips. a wave of embarrassment washed over you. your eyes darted around the room, desperately avoiding eye contact. "sorry.” you blurted out, rubbing your hands on your jeans, suddenly hyper-aware of the sweat that collected in your palms. “i didn’t realize.”

you tried to not look at her again, but there was just something so unbelievably captivating about her, a subtle allure that drew your gave back to her over and over again. it was impossible to not notice how pretty she was, the thought slipping deeper into your mind, making it the only thing you could think about while you kept staring at her. everything she was saying was going unheard by you.

you finally managed to blurt something out, “you’re pretty.” the moment the words left your lips you felt a surge of confidence race within you. your heart started to beat a little faster as you waited for her reaction. “shut up.” she laughed, shaking her head. “why? i’m not wrong.” you couldn’t help but laugh with her. her eyebrows rose and she began to scan your face, her gaze lingering on your own features. “says you..” she retorted with a hint of playfulness in her voice. the way her eyes stayed on you as her words hung in the air made a slight shiver run down your spine.

the air felt charged, as if something unspoken was happening between the both of you. her words, spoken so simply yet held such weight, left you feeling a little flustered. you tried to act cool, opening your mouth to say something but no sound came out. it felt like a dream. you were suddenly at a loss for words, an unprecedented reaction you’d never felt before around her. your mind was fuzzy and unfocused, your thoughts swimming with the high. you figured it must’ve been the weed that brought out this reaction, loosening your inhibitions and making you more open and vulnerable than usual.

your eyes trailed down to her pink lips. her lips were soft and parted, just begging to be kissed. your eyes lingered there for a moment, tracing the contour of her mouth, you focus intense and unwavering. your mind was filled with thoughts of what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her lips against your own. the way her tongue occasionally darted out and to moisten them didn’t help one bit.

it was as if you were being drawn to her magnetically, an invisible force pulling you closer and closer until her lips were suddenly on yours. the moment they met, you felt like fireworks were going off in your brain, your heart thumping loud in your chest. but just as she started to kiss you back, you suddenly broke away, your back unintentionally hitting the mattress of the bed the both of you were sitting on, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth.

“oh my gosh, i am so sorry. i don’t know what’s gotten into me, i think it’s the weed– oh my god.” you rambled off different variations of apologies, before she started to wave her hands in front of your face and repeatedly shushed you. you shut up after you heard her repeated ‘shh’s, looking at her with sad and confused eyes. “it’s okay, it’s okay… you just didn’t give me any time to react.” she motioned with her hands for you to sit back up. you hesitantly sat up, and at you did, you and her were inevitably close. your lips were only about an inch away from eachother, almost touching, again.

her hand slid to the back of your head, tangling in your hair. she brung you closer to her face, and when your lips finally met, it was electric. the kiss was soft at first, a tentative brush of lips against lips, resting the waters before you both fully gave into the sensation. your mouths moved in perfect harmony, exploring and tasting one another as your body pressed against hers. you hands trailed to hold her face, and her free hand went down to grip your waist. tongues danced and tangled, breaths coming in ragged gasps as you melted into her. the kiss grew more intense as the moments passed, her hands wandering your body as you lost yourself in the kiss. it felt as if the world was fading away around you two.

don’t use the word you in every sentence challenge GO! and i immediately lose. and i’m so bad at ending stuff omg sorry this is bad guys

[blushonmycheeks]

■ TICCI TOBY HEADCANONS 《🌲🪓》

Doubt - Twenty One Pilots ‧₊˚♪

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~ art in second pic is by shatteredankles ♡

~ TW: mention of injuries, weapons, & violence!

~ want more? maybe some nsfw/dating ones? 👀 let me know and i will deliver! <3 im new here, so likes and comments are VERY appreciated!!

¤ listens to music like radiohead, nirvana, the cure, and likes most slipknot, ghost, korn, etc. a rock/alternative guy. you will NOT catch this man listening to pop. occasionally dabbles in some 80s rock too, although that's more of masky’s thing. he basically just has a virgin, white boy music taste lolol

¤ very fidgety. will twirl his hatchets, will twist the strings on his hoodie, pick at the gash on his cheek when it scars over, etc, etc.

¤ probably knows russian or some foreign language. when he's not running around doing slenderman’s bidding he's def cursing at duolingo or some shit /hj

¤ zones out A LOT. he's kinda detached from reality; constantly finding himself picking at the locks in his brain he shouldn't be trying to get into, before coming back to the real world and shoving whatever thoughts he had deep, deep down.

¤ he's a tease. he'll taunt his victims, taking his sweet time with them. he's not in any rush. the kinda guy to be gutting someone while saying, “Oh, c-c'mon! Intestines can stretch up to 20 feet! I'm sur-sure you can take more…” likes to hear their screams and pleas. it feeds the darkness in him; the side of him that only comes out when he's in the act of something that illicit.

¤ called slenderman ‘daddy long legs’ once as joke. he knew pretty quickly after not to do that again.

¤ lowkey a bastard. he will make snarky remarks all. the. time. he especially likes to push masky and hoodie's buttons. they've probably punched him square in the face before for saying some stupid shit that touched a nerve.

¤ (kinda a continuation of the last one) he laughs when being hit. due to his CIP, (congenital insensitivity to pain) he finds it amusing watching victims kick and hit at him, trying their hardest to inflict damage, all while he just grins.

¤ his smile is too wide. uncanny and not human-like. the way his lips stretch back, paired with the gash on his cheek, easily gains a shudder from basically anyone.

¤ his skin is as pale as PAPER. i don't think he's been tan once in his life. comes back from long missions in the summer with pink, sunburnt cheeks.

¤ freckles. freckles. freckles. on his cheeks, shoulders, etc. 

¤ weed > cigarettes. he doesn't mind cigarettes, sometimes he'll snag a few from masky, but nothing relaxes him like a blunt after a long day. he's def the type to be relaxed by it and not anxious. the first time he tried it though it made him hella paranoid. nowadays he couldn't be bothered to care.

¤ knows some guitar. he's not the best at it, but he knows a few riffs and plays here and there when he has nothing else to do (which is rare).

¤ not at all a veggie or fruit guy. he's basically a carnivore. chicken, beef, pork, steak, ham; he'll eat up any kind of meat regardless of the animal. tried human meat once just for the hell of it and decided it didn't really suit his palette all that well, though.

¤ cursed with a sleeper build. looks skinny and scrawny but could throw you across the room if he pleases.

¤ smells like a campfire. 24/7, 365. no matter how many showers he takes or lack thereof, it will not go away.

¤ cuts his own hair. his tics have caused him to fuck up and accidently cut off too much before. he could not be bothered by how choppy it looks in spots, though. other times he goes a while without cutting it and will pull it back in a messy bun or loose ponytail just to get it out of his face. he sucks at doing hair.

¤ has not cried for many months if not years. there's definitely an untapped part of him filled to the brim with unresolved trauma that he can't remember or doesn't know how to talk about.

¤ has a happy trail (to my happy meal) sometimes he'll stretch and you can catch a glimpse of it. it's hard not to stare.

¤ an avid converse wearer. this man will wear his chucks until the soles are coming off and they're caked with mud (real). 

¤ going off of the hc that him and all of the other proxies have the operator symbol somewhere, he has his on the inside of his wrist; carved into his skin permanently. sometimes will tug down his hoodie sleeve subconsciously if he feels it begin to ride up on his wrist with the scar.

¤ always has short nails due to his terrible nail biting habit. he also has slim, veiny hands paired with that.

¤ has naturally sharp K9's, giving his teeth a vampire look to them. 

¤ hazel eyes that usually look brown, but have a ring of green around his iris in the sunlight.

¤ pretty average height for a male; around 5’9 maybe 5'10. 

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[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

-

You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

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You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Bambi seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

-

The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

-

As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

-

You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

Next chapter

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 66

part 1 | part 65 | ao3

cw: i don’t do drugs, dad, it’s only marijuana

“Uh,” Steve splutters, choking on his own spit. “Is that wise?”

It’s a question Eddie gives zero fucks about, apparently, because he’s already lighting a joint — cherry bright, shadows sharp, chin held aloft as he hollows his cheeks. “Extremely,” he croaks, blowing smoke out in a thick ring.

Steve’s mouth flattens to a frown. “Literally how?” he begs to know. “I thought we were supposed to be, like, fortifying our defenses. Building our mind shields or whatever the fuck.”

“Au contraire, mon frère.” Eddie takes a hit and holds it. “We are fighting a psychic wizard. Therefore…” Another toke, another trail of perfect smoke rings, ducklings lined up big to small. “It stands to reason that we should trash his battlefield.”

It stands to reason we should what?

“…Ohhhhhh,” Steve nods when he gets it. He reaches up to take the joint, tipping his chin in thanks when Eddie slots it into the V of his fingers, and squints as he sips in a quick puff; adds a French inhale at the end of a second huge hit. Eddie’s not the only one who knows how to do cool tricks. “So this is like the time we let a bunch of cows loose on Thompson’s field the night before the homecoming game.”

“Yeah, exactly— well- well, no, actually, not like that, what in the Indiana bumpkin fuck—? Never mind.” Eddie tosses his hair and rocks on his heels, and Steve can’t help but snort as he watches him shake himself clear like a little Eddie Etch-A-Sketch. “Important things only,” Eddie mumbles to himself. “Essentials,” he’s saying, “Essentials. What are essentials?”

And meanwhile Steve is saying: “Eddie-A-Sketch.”

Eddie hollers a startled cackle as he whips his head around, his face all squiggly with confusion, brows pinched, nostrils flared. “Steve, what the hell?”

Steve giggles uncontrollably. “Etch-A-Skeddie? No—”

“Holy shit.” He scrubs his hands down his face and laughs weakly at the ceiling. “How much weed did you just smoke?”

From anyone else it would sound like scolding, but Eddie just pulls out a few more joints, sticks three in his mouth at once, and mumbles good-naturedly, “Lemme catch up, I guess. Christ.”

While Eddie smokes enough weed to briefly hotbox a room with a hole in the floor, Steve watches the water ripple, spellbound by shimmering shapes in the dark for what feels like decades until he remembers all at once that it fucking sucks in here. It’s cold, and he’s starving, and his back is kinda stiff. “Hey…”

He looks over his shoulder, rolling into the stretch. Eddie’s doing some weird noodly shit in a corner, bent at the waist with his arms pretzeled overhead, swinging side to side, the ends of his hair sweeping the dusty, splintered planks. “Hey! Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be finding supplies?”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie swings himself upright; starts pacing back and forth. “Shit, yeah. What did we need?”

“Besides food and water?”

“Booze!” He steps onto a pile of boxes just to hop back down again. “Booze, music, more drugs…”

More drugs. Great idea.

Steve plucks the stubby remnant of a joint up off the floor; Eddie spins around on tiptoe to peer out the boathouse window, and when he looks back at Steve he’s got a Cheshire cat grin. “Say, Steve-o. Stevie boy. Svennie—”

“I’ll kill you,” Steve coughs around a mouthful of smoke.

“Since I’m pretty sure we’re one hundred percent going to jail for, uh. All of this…” He waves his arms around at their whole situation, then gestures invitingly to the house at the top of the hill. “Whaddaya say we add breaking and entering to the list?”

—

part 67

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[kbunzzi2oa]

Birthday fail..(or not?)

P.Jongseong..

Pairing..-> Idol bf!Jay x fem!reader

Featuring..-> Enha members, mentions of jays mom, llama seller (?)

Genre..-> Romance, Comedy, fluff, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, kissing, drink play, jay smoked weed at some point..etc!

W.C..-> 6'050+...

Synopsis..-> You and the members decided to make a small suprise party for jay, but sometimes working with the others does end up in chaos, But in the end he will still be getting that one birthday present he always wanted..

[Nef notes]...-> Sorry for not posting that much, projects are a pain in the ass T_T..more fics coming soon, made a little something for jay for his bday..MY BABY GREW UP SO FAST!..anyways happy Easter everyone! 🥚🐇

Chapter 1: The Master Plan

Y/N stared at her planner like she was about to launch a military operation.

April 20th: "JAY DAY."

Circled, highlighted, decorated with glitter, and covered in heart doodles that might’ve been drawn during a sugar high.

She mumbled to herself, “Okay, last year was a meat bouquet. This year? Full-blown chaos—but make it romantic chaos.”

She opened her Notes app titled:

"Jay’s B-Day Chaos Plan (Do Not Let Jake Touch Anything!!!)"

To-do list:

•Rooftop dinner? Check.

•Ribeye-shaped cake? Double check.

•Confuse Jay to the brink of suspicion without giving anything away? Trying.

•Involve the members? God help her.

•Llama in tuxedo? Still ghosted by the llama guy.

Y/N sighed dramatically. “If this goes wrong, I can always throw confetti in his face and yell ‘Surprise!’”

Chapter 2: Suspicious Minds

Jay was on to her.

She was whispering into her phone in the closet, making cryptic comments like “NO! Ni-Ki can’t be in charge of fire again!”

He squinted. “Did you say fire?”

“Nope. Wires. We’re rewiring… emotions.”

Later, she came home with a box labeled “Definitely Not A Surprise” and tried to shove it under the bed while whistling the Mission Impossible theme.

Jay peeked around the door. “Are you smuggling a llama?”

“I WISH!”

“Wait, was that a yes?”

She launched a pillow at him and yelled, “TRUST THE PROCESS.”

He grinned, grabbing her wrist gently. “You’re terrible at secrets, you know.”

Y/N leaned into his chest, groaning. “If you guess it, I’ll cry.”

“Guess what?”

“EXACTLY. Good. Stay confused.”

Chapter 3: The Pre-Birthday Mayhem

Everything started unraveling when the members got involved.

Heeseung accidentally added Jay to the group chat titled: “Jay’s Birthday: Operation Ribeye.”

Jay replied with a simple:

“???”

Sunghoon panicked and fake-called Jay saying, “Hey, just checking... what size glitter cannon do you wear again?”

Jungwon arrived at their apartment early and, upon seeing Jay, shouted, “SURPRI—uh, I mean, I brought… hummus!” then fled to the bathroom and stayed there for 20 minutes watching “How to Lie Better” videos.

Ni-Ki, tasked with distracting Jay at the company building, accidentally FaceTimed Y/N mid-plan with the camera pointed directly at the custom cake that said “HAPPY JAY DAY, YOU BEEFCAKE.”

Jay saw the cake.

“Why is there a cake that looks like steak?”

Y/N: “You… didn’t see anything.”

Jay: “Was that Ni-Ki in a bowtie?”

Y/N: “He’s... in a play.”

Jay: “Is the play called ‘Your Birthday Surprise?’”

Y/N threw her phone across the room and screamed into a couch pillow.

Chapter 4: The big day - Part 1

At 5:00 AM sharp, Y/N sprung out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen like a cat burglar with the agility of a potato.

Phase One: Distraction Breakfast

She prepared:

Blue scrambled eggs (from food dye, not alien origin)

Toast that looked like a crime scene

Orange juice that had pickle brine in it for flavor confusion

Jay walked in, rubbing his eyes. “Is this... edible or performance art?”

“Both,” she chirped.

“It smells like regret.”

Y/N placed the plate down proudly. “It’s metaphorical! Your journey. The struggles. The weird smells. But in the end... nourishing.”

Jay laughed so hard he nearly fell off the chair. “You’re insane.”

“And you love it.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Chapter 5: Distract & Deploy

After breakfast and Jay’s Oscar-worthy pretend enjoyment, Y/N shoved him toward the door.

“You’re going to a massage.”

Jay hesitated. “We could just hang out, you know?”

“No. Go. Be pampered. Do not return until 5:30. If you come back early, I will fake my own death.”

Jay squinted. “Is this a trap?”

“No. It’s a journey. For your soul. And spine. BYE!”

As soon as he left, she bolted to the rooftop like a woman possessed her.

Chapter 6: Party Pandemonium

4:00 PM. Chaos incarnate.

The rooftop was nearly ready—but the members were very much not.

Sunoo was aggressively gluing rhinestones to paper party hats while blasting “Barbie Girl” on a Bluetooth speaker.

Jake had gotten tangled in fairy lights and was walking around like a shimmering ghost.

Ni-Ki tried to set up the grill but somehow ignited a mini fireball.

Y/N: “I SAID ‘LOW FLAME’ NOT ‘START AN INFERNO!’”

Sunghoon attempted to “fix the banner” but made the letters spell “JAY: BEEF BOYFRIEND KING” which nobody had the heart to correct.

Jungwon was using a bubble gun to “add aesthetic” and accidentally blinded Jake.

“I CAN’T SEE!”

“You’ll be fine, it’s soap!”

“I TASTED RAINBOWS.”

Y/N yelled, “We have thirty minutes! Can we all pretend we’re not an unsupervised daycare for one hour?!”

Everyone continued with there own stuff until all of a sudden you hear "Let it go" blasting through the speakers, you turn around and see Jake

Y/N yelled at him again "Jake what the HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Jake just looked at her and went "LET IT GOOOOI LET IT GOOOOI I CANT HOLD BACK ANYMO-....OW WHO HIT ME IN THE HEAD" he said confused looking around.

Jungwon and Niki where laughing loudly as they both hit him on the head with a pillow

Chapter 7: The Surprise

At 5:30, Jay was blindfolded by Heeseung who whispered, “You’re either gonna love this or sue us.”

Jay muttered, “Is this the llama thing again?”

They led him up the stairs with dramatic music blasting from someone’s phone. (It was Sunoo playing Star Wars theme for tension.)

Blindfold off.

He blinked.

Then there he saw, fairy lights, pillows, A table with steak-themed cake.

His cartoon face on a banner saying “JAY: BIRTHDAY LEGEND + BEEF LOVER”

His members dancing to “Happy Birthday” while throwing glitter like chaotic gremlins.

And in the center: Y/N, holding sparklers, beaming like sunshine wrapped in love.

Jay stared, stunned. “Did I die?”

Y/N grinned. “If so, heaven has steak.”

He walked forward slowly, taking it all in, then pulled her into the biggest, tightest hug ever.

“This is unreal,” he whispered.

“Just wait until the karaoke starts.”

Chapter 8: Goofball Games & Grilled Goodies

The party turned into an absolute riot:

Jay insisted on grilling the meat himself, claiming “no one else respects the cow.”

Jake tried to help but dropped all the mushrooms through the grill slats. “We lost the shrooms, man. They’re free now.”

Sunghoon tried to show off a new TikTok dance, tripped, and landed in the beanbag

Ni-Ki opened the cooler, found a water balloon, and started a full-scale rooftop war.

Jungwon hit himself in the face with a balloon and swore vengeance.

As they finally sat down to relax and talk, Y/N played the birthday video montage:

Jay’s mom called him her “precious beef cube.”

Fans shouted, “Jay, Y/N is wife material!”

and of course Heeseung reenacted Jay’s dance move with horrifying accuracy and a mop as a wig. "I got pushed tteomillyeo wasseo"

Wait...I don't think jay says that.."Jake says out of nowhere making everyone laugh and heeseung stay still in his place

Jay was wiping tears from laughter. “You guys are menaces.”

Sunoo blew him a kiss. “Happy beefday, king.”

Chapter 9: The Real Gift

When the chaos died down and the stars took over the sky, Y/N pulled Jay aside.

“Final boss,” she said, handing him a sleek black envelope.

He opened it, read her letter, and grew quiet.

“To the man who makes every day feel like a song...

I hope today reminded you how deeply you’re loved.

Even when you burn toast.

Even when you wear socks with sandals (PLEASE STOP).

Happy Birthday my first and last love"

Jay looked up, eyes shining.

“Y/N... You and these idiots really pulled this off.” Y/N smiled at him and nodded her head

“We almost burned the venue down but yeah.”

He pulled her close, kissing her forehead.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Chapter 10: The ACTUAL gift

At midnight, the two of them sat wrapped in a blanket under the stars. Jake was asleep in a beanbag. Ni-Ki was snoring inside the cooler. Jungwon still had glitter in his hair.

Jay leaned his head on Y/N’s shoulder, balloon string tied to his wrist.

“Next year,” he murmured, “I want you to surprise me again."

“With the llama?”

He smiled sleepily. “Let it sing this time.

Everyone left for the night and in the couch it was just you two enjoying each others warm embrace. Even the silence was comfortable, just the two of you..his hands wrapped around your body engulfing you as a warm winter blanket "You know...since everyone is gone..we could try one thing.." His voice was low and seductive and teasing like a feather tickling you.."What is it?" "Let's try birthday sex..I don't know why, but it might feel like more spicier...or intimate..You get me?.." You nod your head looking at him.."I definitely get you" And with just those two words..you both ended up in the kitchen island, naked and sweaty, body against body as his hips moved against yours..He had your legs hiked up on both of his hands, your back leaning slightly against the kitchen island...His eyes would trail down to your face, your eyes rolling back and half lidded by the pleasure, lips parted as moans would come out with the rhythm of his thrust. Then his eyes trailed down to your neck, your collarbone and the way your breasts would jiggle furiously and then there he saw the way his dick would form on your stomach, the way he would hit deeper and deeper, his balls clapping against your ass as you arms scratched his back. "J-Jay..h-holy shit..baby right there!" You would scream loudly as your pussy engulfs him like a vice, your pink walls fluttering and throbbing for more. Jays eyes caught the red wine bottle, with swift and fast movement he caught the bottle, opening the cork with his mouth and throwing it somewhere "I need you to be more dirty, more messy, fuck you raw until you think only of me right princess?" He say in a low seductive voice against your ear. You feel the cold liquid of red wine wash your skin, the droplets falling all over your body and creating more slick and stickiness in the process. You find jay's tongue play with your nipple and lap up your body. "God you taste wonderful my pretty baby..my fucking queen.." He growls and his hips stutter, his head falling back as a string of cursed and moans fall from his lips, emptying his load inside you. "J-Jay to much..t-too sensitive!" You looked at him..his eyes sharp like a panther ready to devour you again, his muscles tensing by the after glow. With a small hiss he pulls away.

Chapter 11: The End

Aftercare was soothing and relaxing..both you curled up in eachother embrace on the warm hot tub, both of your muscles relaxing in the soaked bubbles, you where drinking your wine as jay would smoke a weed, letting his body unwind.."Thank you baby for this amazing day..couldn't ask for something better than this" He blows some smoke away, letting it curl on the dimly lit bathroom, the atmosphere sweet and intimate. "I'm glad you liked it..love you baby...happiest the birthday to you" You capture his lips in a promising kiss, and he deepens it with a smile on his face.

Hope you guys liked this, put my hole BADUSSY, into this shit and I am in love on how this turned out..anyways lav y'all!

[emeraldzzombie]

Larry Johnson~ shh my mom will hear ya

warnings! Sweet smut

word count: 1,679

The air in Larry’s room is thick, not just with the scent of burning weed but with something else. Something heavier. The low hum of an old rock record spins on the turntable, the warm crackle filling the silence between them. You lean back against the bed, head tilted up toward the ceiling, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you pass the joint back to Larry.

"You ever think about, like, parallel universes?" Larry muses, taking a slow drag, his eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before flicking away.

You exhale a breathy laugh. "Dude, what?"

Larry shrugs, tapping ash into an overflowing tray. "Like—what if there’s another version of us somewhere, sitting here, having the same conversation, but maybe... I don’t know. Everything’s just a little different."

You watch the way his fingers fidget with the joint, rolling it between calloused fingertips. You don’t answer right away, just reach out, plucking it from his grasp, Your fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. A second that stretches too long, or maybe it’s just the high playing tricks on you. Either way, neither of you move.

Larry swallows, throat dry. "Or maybe in some universe, I actually have the guts to—"

A sharp knock on the door shatters the moment. They both jump, you suddenly coughing out a laugh while Larry mutters a curse, waving his hand to clear the smoke. But even as the moment slips away, something thick and unspoken lingers in the air between you two.

The door creaks open before he can say anything else, and Lisa steps inside, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as the haze of smoke meets her. "Jesus, Larry. You could at least crack a window."

"I was about to," Larry grumbles, moving to do exactly that. "Did you need something, Mom?"

Lisa sighs, rubbing her temple. "Just wanted to check if you two were hungry. And to remind you, if the neighbors complain again, I'm not covering for you."

You try to suppress a laugh, but Lisa catches it, giving us a knowing look before shaking her head. "Just be smart, okay?"

She lingers for a second, her gaze softening before she steps back out, closing the door behind her. The room falls silent again, the only sound the crackling of the record and the distant hum of the outside world. Larry exhales slowly, glancing at you, the tension from before creeping back in, unspoken and heavy between you both.

"You know what, I really like your mom," you say, pausing for a second before continuing I think she's really sweet. She looks after you and looks at me like a daughter." You let out a small huffed laugh

"Oh yea she loveesss you" Larry lets out a laugh pushing your shoulder just enough to make you tip over and do a dramatic fake death "blehh you've killed me" you and Larry giggle at the stupid joke as it starts to fall silent Larrys thoughts get the best of him as he suddenly blurts out loud enough for you to hear "you look so good in those shorts"

He says looking down at your body sprawled out onto the bed as you open your eyes from playing fake dead just to meet his brown eyes you both just stare for what feels like forever the air feels heavy as you lay there in your shorts and two sizes to big tee on his bed legs slightly parted hair covering a pillow that smelled of weed and strawberry hair wash

"You think?" you say looking up at him still in the same position Larry feeling bold replies with something you thought you'd never hear from your best friend of almost four years now 'i know so I've always thought you were the most pretty girl I've ever seen a real rock star"

The comment makes you feel something for him that you've felt once before like the night of your junior prom when he wrapped his arms aound your lower back pulling you into him and he watched your face when you wrapped your arms around his neck the moment feeling warm and filled with the type of love two friends don't share when sal and ashley both dared you two to slow dance promising if you for a whole song you could all ditch and go to some small town diner on them and it was one of the best nights of your life

"you know.. i remember the night I first noticed you liked me back" you say admitting you like him feeling bold yourself he looked at you with low eyes in awe wondering to himself if he was just fried out of his mind but he knew he it wasn't his mind just playing tricks on him when you sat up to scooch close and sit crisis cross right in front of him you looked at him waiting for a single word just one..

"can I kiss you?" were the next words out of his mouth you looked at him with admeration and nodded he leaned a bit closer to your face and grabbed your jaw with one hand and brought you in closing the gap between your faces bringing your lips and his lips together you kissed him like you'd wanted to the night you two had that dance

he was the person you knew you wanted sharing stories like little kids giggling at stupid things it all felt so right as you climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss as yous it in his lp you two kissing with a burning passion you've felt flickers and sparks of but never persued ue to fear you now have pushed away in the back of your head

He pulls you into him, and you turn to putty in his hands. he breaks the kiss, allowing the both of you to take the deep breath of air you both know you needed you look at him with love and lust as he does to you "can I take this off of you?" he asks sweetly you nod and he starts to take your shirt off tossing it somewhere in his room

he then takes off his own shirt and does the same with it he goes back in with his soft lips hitting your a you both continue to make out he lays you on your back slowly and starts to kiss down your neck he keeps going down to the valley of your breasts casuging you to let out a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure he keeps getting lower and lower until he's at your belly button he looks up and you give a nod of aprovle

he slowly slides your shorts off along with your cute black panties he makes a mental note of he throws then on the floor by the bed and dives right in between your folds licking and slurping like a man gone starved he sucks at you clit keeping your legs open by holding both of your thoughts open for himself you let out soft moans back arched and hands flying into his long hair gripping onto it saying his name like its a blessing from cyber gods

He lets go of one thigh just to slowly add one finger into you, making a gasp slip from your pretty, parted lips, throwing your head to the side then its two he pumps two fingers into you at a slow pace eating you up like his favorite meal just as you feel yourself about to break he stops and sit up on his knees undoing his belt you watch feeling sad from the sudden stop but you trust him and what he's doing

You continue to watch as he pulls down his jeans and then boxers, taking them entirely off and tossing them away. you look in shock as you see he's packing a good nine inches. "Is it gonna fit?" you ask, genuinely concerned "We'll make it," he says with a tone of lust mixed with the pure want to pleasure you and only you

He then gets on top of you and lines himself up with your entrance. he looks you in the eyes "If at any point it hurts or you don't want to do this anymore, tell me baby girl I don't want to ever hurt you."

he says in a soft tone you give a small nod he then pushes himself into your pussy inch by inch making a moan rip from your throat he bring a hand up to your mouth "shh my mom might hear ya" he says in a low tone you nod fast and he brings that same hand to brush the hairs out of your face watching your every expression admiring your beautiful face he continues to thrust into you at a medium pace hitting that sweet spot your fingers could never reach like he could

he lowers his head to give you a redish purple mark on your neck right next to the chain of the T.V girl necklace he bought you for your 18th birthday a month ago you can feel yourself about to reach your peak and he can feel it to he keeps the same pace right before you let out a moan of his name he feels himself come undone at the same time as you leaving you both panting once he can catch his breath he aks "hope its not to late but id wanna make you my girl if that's what you'd like" you look at him eyes full of love "yea nu duh of course I would" he smiles and gives you a last kiss before getting up to grab a towel to clean the both of you up he calls from the other side of his room "you need anything else little rock star"

You say no loud enough for him to hear you lay in his bed and smile at the stupid but cute nickname

lowkey sorry if this is bad im lacking sleep rn BUT Y/N def bagged her lil shi 😽😜😭

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm almost done with part 3 of Blacksmith's Daughter.

But I have once more found myself weak against the headcanons and giggling uncontrollably at my own train of thought.

So this time

What would happen if you found yourself with a bag o' weed?

Whatever here we feckinGOOO

Because I Got High

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X Reader

Headcanons

NSFW because context and stuff

♫♬Creepin Up The Backstairs - The Fratellis♬♫

Don't just say yes to tease me, do your utmost to please me

I don't mean to be sleazy, being you can't be easy

Zoro

"I mean, I've never tried it, but...."

Never done this before, usually have to have friends to introduce you to this sort of thing, and he was fairly lacking in the friend department until recently.

But basically, the hell with it, why not?

Just watching you roll it up in curiosity and borderline nervousness—

No, he's not nervous, shut up.

First hit and he's trying not to cough up a lung, shoving at you while you giggle about it.

Once it hits, he's in absolute awe of...well, basically everything.

Has never been so relaxed in his entire life what is this sorcery?

Falling back into his favorite hammock and pulling you down with him, just staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

Mentions after several minutes of silence that he can't feel his teeth and then just dissolves into hysterical laughter.

Cannot stop grinning, so comfortable and at ease with everything, kissing at your temple and your neck and pulling you closer against him.

Literally just wants to cuddle at this point, not anything more than that. Just lay there and hold you close, relax, breathe you in and enjoy the warmth and comfort of your body against his.

"....Fuck."

Sanji

"Excuse me, you have what? Oh, this is going to be fun."

He's worked in a professional kitchen. This is not his first rodeo.

Also, hand over the ganja. You're not smoking it, you're cooking with it. Or in actuality, infusing it into butter and cooking with that, to ensure even distribution.

Again. Not his first rodeo. Whatever he does come up with, be it brownies or cookies or are those churros???, you know he knows what he's doing.

Just leaves plates of edibles laid out across the kitchen of the Merry, and no one knows but the two of you.

Luffy eats an entire plate of brownies and is practically in a coma fifteen minutes later, laying sprawled out on the deck and pointing at a cloud every so often to comment on what it looks like.

Nami and Usopp sitting in the corner, alternating between giggling and dying in laughter at the pitiful state of their captain.

Zoro decided he was going to wash dishes for some reason, but you're pretty sure he's been scrubbing the same plate for five minutes.

You and Sanji standing off in another corner, leaning over each other and cracking up at the chaos you have managed to wreak among the crew.

And it gives the two of you the perfect opportunity to slip off to bed, which you definitely don't waste.

As flirty and playful as he is on a normal basis is doubled right now, and whether you're giggling or moaning beneath him, he's absolutely thrilled with the outcome of this endeavor.

"Oh, so much fun...." 

Shanks

"Oh, sweetheart, we are going to the moon."

Do you even have to ask?

The second you tell him you found a bag of the green in the contraband hold in the Marine ship you just sunk, he's grinning like an idiot.

Grabbing you, an officer or two, leaving someone else in charge for a while, and you're all smoking out the captain's cabin.

Thirty minutes later, amid the haze of smoke, Benn's sitting in the corner just staring at his hands in borderline terror. No thoughts, just oh dear gods hands.

Yasopp's doubled over the map table, laughing hysterically at something Shanks said five minutes ago.

Shanks has pulled you on top of him on his bed, arm curled around you, kissing you slowly, no worry at all of any other parties present.

But every so often, his head drops down to his pillows, and he spouts off some high-wisdom one-liner, and just stares off into space for a moment in wonder.

"If...if you drop a bar of soap on the floor...is the soap dirty, or is the floor clean?"

Mihawk

"You have what? Why?"

Disapproving stare.

Well, he might have dabbled in his younger years (no it had nothing to do with Shanks quit asking), but not for quite some time.

It dampens his senses, it's not worth the trouble.

But...maybe it wouldn't hurt, just this once.

Ten minutes later, he's laid back across his bed, arm curled around you, completely at one with everything.

Just staring up at the ceiling, thinking.

Everything makes perfect sense, everything is one, and it's just delightful.

If you need advice about anything, now is the time to ask, because all the secrets of the universe are now his.

He has no idea how far gone he actually is and honestly it's pretty hilarious.

Glares at you when you point it out—before giving a snort-laugh and agreeing with you.

It's a rarity that you get to see him this relaxed and unbothered, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Definitely initiate a make-out session; he's going to take it very slow, and very thorough, savoring you even more than he usually would.

"Mmm, you taste divine, little one...."

Buggy

"Are you serious? Oh, hell yes—"

Eyes light up like a kid at Christmas, you have what?!?!

Oh, he's down as a clown.

He literally said that line, and then grinned so hard that you almost don't want to shove him overboard for it.

He's more than prepared to make sure there are munchies available—mainly chocolate, since he has a serious sweet tooth.

Taking a toke and then kissing along your neck, making you giggle.

Unlike drinking, this is a private affair, just you and him. You're the only one who gets to see this side of him.

Making you giggle gives him life, so he's going to be murmuring stupid jokes in your ear in between trying to make you moan, and he'll settle for either.

"Ooh, yeah, that's it, baby—just give me what's mine."

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blow one's roof ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

john 'soap' mctavish

cw: drug use (weed), intoxication, baby trapping, breeding, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, lying, missionary, the consent is dubious, john is obsessed with you

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to blow one's roof is to get stoned. and to get stoned is frown upon in the british military. even for special ops. but while most of your fellow soldiers and commanders enjoyed their hard liquor, you had to get creative on how you got your fix.

enter john. john liked to play as the funny man to his more stoic counterparts. he wasn't a behemoth like his counter part, simon. but he was smart, the kind of smart that should be a concern. he was excellent at what he did, you once overheard a commander tell the scotsman that he could pull off anything he put his mind to.

and one days off, he only had two things on his mind. weed and your sweet pussy. so it was only natural that you worlds would collide. nobody would check his bag when he left or entered base, he was too high level to be caught up in something like that. so it wasn't hard to go to the nearby city and get what he needed for an afternoon with you.

you'd both leave base soon after, he'd take one of the trucks and drive out to the woods. he kept a hand on your thigh as he drove up to the beginning of the forests. you left the truck with two things, a blanket and enough weed for a fun afternoon.

you ventured so far that no one would find or smell you. you watched him roll a joint using paper from a bible he found lying around base. He shrugged and said "makes a good use for king james."

then you two got stoned in the woods, which led to you two getting frisky on the blanket you had laid out. you kissed one another laid out on it as he tugged at your uniform.

"fuck you're amazing." he said with a bit of drowsiness to his voice, "i wanna breed ya and keep ya." he chuckled before he looked into your eyes.

you got him out of the shirt he wore and he worked on his pants soon after. you were far enough out of anyone's reach to worry about having some decency. unless someone got really lost in the woods, no one would be able to find you.

"you can't breed me, silly." you chuckled, "you've been using condoms."

"yeah... yeah." he gave you a dopey smile, "been usin' protection. i forgot." but you were too stoned yourself to realize that he unconvincing tone was letting off his little secret.

he had been spending the last several months getting you stoned and fucking you in the woods with pierced condoms. the little holes did little to protect your vulnerable womb.

the rush of getting you pregnant and getting stoned left a thrill in john's body that he couldn't even begin to put into words. yeah, it was going to suck that you had to leave service to raise your little family, but don't you worry.

he had hearts in his eyes as he pulled away from you and rested on his knees. he gazed down at your naked body which only aroused him more. he laughed, "you look so good. fuck." he rubbed his red eyes before he took you by the hips as playfully rubbed his cock up against you wet slit.

"don't butter me up, soap."

"hey, don't be callin' me soap when it's just the two of us." he pointed at you, he nodded his head, "it's johnny when i'm fucking your brains out."

you blushed and covered your face with your hands. you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your head as he continued to tease you cunt. you moaned into your palms as he moved against you.

"yeah, that's my girl." he said with almost pride in his voice, "you have the most lovely moans I've ever heard."he blinked to keep focus, the excitement was too much for him.

he had hoped that you were too stoned to notice that he didn't put a condom on. but before he sank his length into you, your voice peeked through.

"johnny." you said so innocently, "the condom."

"ohhhh right, lovely." he gave you a big smile, "i guess i had a little too much."

you looked so innocent under him, you had your hands by your mouth as you said, "we don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"nah, nah." he waved a hand at you as he pulled himself towards his pants on the forest floor, "i always want to do it with ya. feels better when i'm stoned anyway." he pulled the condom quickly out of the pocket, he wanted to make sure you didn't see the holes in the foil.

you shifted your hips and laid there, waiting for him. he put the condom on while his side was turned to you. he wanted to make sure you saw as little of the condom as possible. he couldn't risk being found out, not when he believed his goal was so near.

he turned back to you and you were laid there before him. like a beauty aphrodite with the gently sounds of the forest around you. your eyes were closed, he worried that you were asleep. he touched your thigh and you giggled, 'that tickles.'

he got back between your legs and rubbed his cock up against you, "you look amazin'. the more i look at ya, the more i fall in love." john learned very quickly the the line between obsession and love was only a millimeter thick.

"i'm already sleeping with you." you giggled, "what else do you want?" you felt yourself grow wetter the more he teased you.

everything, he thought. everything he could take with his two hands. you have given him everything, but now you just had to be good and get pregnant. he knew you could do it, he believed in you. he'd spend years fucking you while you were high if it meant that he could see your beauty grow as you had his child.

he arched over you and looked into your eyes. you looked back at him, taking in the sight of how blue they were. they felt like they stared right into your core, but were slightly hazy due to the drugs.

"my beautiful girl." he said with a drawl to his voice, "take good care of ya." he held onto your thigh with one hand as he guided his cock into your wet sex.

you tensed up, but relaxed the further he got in. you held onto the blanket underneath you and felt your hole be stretched by his impressive size. while he wasn't the largest on base, at least according to rumors, it still felt like your innards were getting bruised every time he took you doggy style.

he exhaled deeply when he got all of himself inside of you. then the pace became a little more aggressive. he held onto your hips with both hands and thrusted into you like a madman. he watched your breasts and the chub on your stomach jolt with each heavy thrust.

you were certain that the pleasure plus the weed was frying all of your serotonin. alone in the forest you two fucked. it was brutal and fast, it felt like your uterus was in your throat from how hard his thrusts were.

he loved the sight of you, he marveled in it like a man coming to christ. his dog tags moved with each of his movements, they shined in the afternoon light. his head was full and empty at the same time. it felt heavy but there were no thoughts to be had, except for the echo in the very back of his mind that called out 'breed her'. it became what drove him to keep moving his hips against you.

he blinked a few times to get the dryness out of his eyes as he continued to thrust into you. the sound of your heavy breathing and the slick sound of your cunt filled the air. you were so docile under him, it was sight he wanted to admire forever.

"that's my girl, i'll take care of ya forever. rest of my days." he laughed, "get high with ya till we can't hold our own spliffs."

you giggled as you felt good all over. you were so stoned that you couldn't even register what he was saying. but soon your mouth hung open as you gasped for breath. you kicked out your legs in a manner that john found adorable as you climaxed.

the sight of you basking in pleasure made john quickly finish as well. he made sure all of his cock was inside of you as he came against your womb. if he was a praying man he'd be trying to make peace with the man upstairs to make sure you got pregnant.

he laid out beside you and buried his nose in your hair as you tried to catch your breath. he chose well, he thought to himself.

"we should get back soon." you murmured against his chest, your nose brushing against the hairs.

he rubbed the back of your head and said, "how about we get somethin' to eat first. then i'll park somewhere and i can get one more in ya."

"do you have enough condoms?" you asked.

he chuckled and nodded, "i do, don't worry, love. you're safe with me." his voice was a low purr and it made you moan in such a way that it made him hard. "you'll always be safe with me." <3

[drewdoa]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ arcane goes gardening <3 • hcs/scenarios !

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: hello :)) this is so me coded it’s scary LMAO but i had to since i also enjoy gardening <3 hopefully this is something i can write about more cause omg i can’t get enough of this

ˋ°•*⁀➷ extra info: suggestive moments while intoxicated, cnc touching, no gender specific reader, a whole lot of flirting ;)

jinx

would be such a lady and always light you up. it’s her favorite thing honestly, she usually carries a lighter around you now because of it. you found out she started smoking cause you found her box un covered on her desk, not that she had a problem with you seeing it of course, but more of just “hey you kinda wouldn’t expect that from me!”. but you did, which is the funniest part.

making her way down the stairs as the sound of metal pieces clank together, she turned her head to see you standing there by her chair. as jinx made her way down the last few steps she greeted you with a kiss, a passionate one at that. she noticed one of your hands was holding the half finished joint, beautifully wrapped with purple rolling paper.

she looked back at you with an innocent face. “could ya blame me? i even made some for you too darlin’” she said softly, moving the box and pulling the few untouched ones behind her books. “i couldn’t keep it alll to myself”

this ended up with you guys seshing every evening, especially on nights where it’s foggy. less likely to get caught since you’ve got vi and caitlyn to worry about. they can’t let the council know you two have “drugs” around enforcers.

because of that fact though, she picked up baking and learned to make infused pastries! you came back to her place as the scent of trees and cookies followed immediately. it took you a lot of power to not steal one while jinx was icing them <3

i feel like this ties to her growing in the undercity but when she was younger with silco he taught her how to roll. as bad as that sounds..i would say she learned by watching more than him actually teaching her. she would take papers and filters here and there and just practice all the time. making comments about how the colors of the paper were pretty every time he got a new pack.

ugh she’s so a good kisser when stoned it’s un real. you’ve told her about it once and she laughed at you, but you were serious. “i think maybe YOU were a little too high, i kiss you like that all the time!”. she would protest every time until one night both of you got extremely touchy, and one thing led to another. safe to say, you were not too high <3

viktor

my man absolutely loves weed. even attempted (and successfully managed) to grow his own. knowing viktor, lets be honest, he’s gotta have some secret rooms or spaces to do his own shit. like he genuinely lives in the lab how could he resist. so, one late night he told you to come by, which is pretty rare for him since he really is a workaholic. by the time you got there viktor had everything set up, pretty lights everywhere, he looked handsome, and it was just the two of you<3

time goes by and both of you are sitting near a window, he pulls out a small book and gives it to you. as you examine the cool old leather, he opens the book with his fingertips, to the pages on the inside carved out. it would hold a lighter and 3 joints perfectly wrapped in pink rolling paper.

viktor smirked at you, “i thought you’d get a kick out of the pink, dítě (baby)”. he motioned for you to take one as he grabbed the lighter out the book. as you pressed the paper against your lips, the crack of the lighter followed as you took the first hit . or two, or three.

you passed it to him not long after, his gaze fixed on your face and your eyes as you became more and more intoxicated. as he took a few pulls himself he put it out on the windowsill. both of you sitting there relaxed as ever, in the most vulnerable position.

since then, he would leave you joints in the pocket of your jackets. always with a little note on the side. he would also throw in pieces of candy with it too incase you craved something sweet.

one night you came into the lab after taking an edible jayce and jinx gave you. they of course didn’t mention they were infused, but your first instinct was to find viktor before it really hit you. he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek wrapping his hand around your waist. you then explain to him why you’re really there and he lets out a low giggle. “they really played you huh?” he followed with as his hand slid up your side. his cold hands made it even worse to ignore the feeling. skin to skin, he wasn’t joking when he said he was into it.

usually when you’re stoned and all up on him, he takes such advantage of it in the best way possible. his hands are almost always touching you, teasing and making you feel good without overwhelming you. sometimes you don’t even notice hickeys on your body until you’re fully sober. of course when you went to ask viktor about it he tries to play it off, but the blush on his cheeks and the smile he can’t hide say otherwise<3

silco

a guy who favors cigars but weed just for you. i feel like his hands are shakey sometimes now so he has trouble rolling, especially all those years of teaching jinx he’s earned a break. hence why he surprised you one day with a bong. see through red glass and shaped like two cherries. he thought you wouldn’t mind it, especially since you’ve been talking about getting a new one.

at first you were nervous to open the box once he told you it was glass (..shocked he didn’t break it himself) but it was totally worth being careful cause it’s the coolest thing you’ve ever received. he even got you a cute lighter that matches.

during nights where he’s up and can’t sleep he’ll pull you over so cuddle and sesh together. having your back against his chest as the sound of his cigar popping and burning fills your ears. you would be using the bong here, practically hotboxing his office and laughing when people walk in to you both higher than the sky.

i feel like he would also have a special drawer dedicated to all his trees. and then have a special compartment for all your stuff <3 refilling things when you run out so you never go a moment without, it’s the father tendency in him.

i think his favorite saying is “you need a break, mon cherie” as he drags you into his office for a sesh. he never really cares if you have “one more thing to finish”, he doesn’t want you overworking yourself, that’s his job really!

if you both had to go somewhere around people (after seshing) he would totally just give you his clothes. next thing you know both of you are matching, you smell like him, and honestly you look great in his coat. he’s also definitely the type to check on you often incase you smoked a little too much and can’t handle it. “mon amor are you feeling alright?” “do you feel okay, love?” “is this too much for you, sweetie?”

sevika

she’s so mama ugh. nothing but the best from sevika honestly. she’s always prepared for you with anything you ask for. she always has her cigars and such but there’s a special part just for you.

since you’re with her almost all the time, you’ve grown to find comfort in the scent of cigars. even the clothes you wear end up smelling like it, but you don’t mind, all you think about is her. it took her some time to get used to you though, but what caught her the most is that you..weren’t afraid of her?

she hasn’t met many people that match her freak, so it was a big refresher when you came along. but her favorite moment will always be when she caught you smoking in her room. sevika’s huge frame leaned on the doorway as she watched the smoke leave your body. you put your arm out with a j in your hand and motioning her to come sit with you. immediately the door closed as sevika sat on the bed and pulled you into her lap.

“how often do you do this without me?” sevika questioned, looking down at your red hazy eyes. “high eyes have always been gorgeous, yours especially, sweetheart”. sevika thought of these moments as core memories, since she doesn’t usually have time alone with you.

when munchies kick in it’s wraps for you guys. kitchen dates are what mainly pull you two together. i feel like cooking is such a good love language and it doesn’t get talked about enough. (i saw someone point out the fact sevika is obviously an indian queen so that also is gonna apply here <3). she’s very much a fan of cooking dishes from her country and having you try each and every one of them.

totally the type to baby you when you’re bedrotting while high. definitely pulls you on top of her when sleeping to feel your warmth. or you both end up wrapped so tight in blankets you can’t move off eachother ;)). speaking of, in the winter time her room gets extremely cold so both of you guys end up making robes out of her blankets (take viktor styling jayce’s blanket for example<3). she hangs every one of them in her closet during the warmer weather <3

˚₊ · »-♡→ heyy ;)) i hope this fic was enjoyable <3 more of my content will have themes surrounding cannabis/smoking so that’s just a heads up ^_^ if you liked this please reblog & like! it would be very appreciated <3 - drew

[kathlare]

good graces

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: On a rare day off in Rio, Amelie and Rozzi unwind in a smoky hotel suite, playfully teasing each other about relationships while passing a joint.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: use of drugs, explicit comments

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November 15th, 2023 - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Amelie sat cross-legged on the plush sofa in the cozy hotel suite, a cloud of smoke swirling around her and Rozzi as they passed a joint back and forth. The sunlight was fading over the Rio de Janeiro skyline, casting a golden glow over the room. The tour had a rare day off, and after weeks of nonstop shows and rehearsals, Amelie was thankful for the break, even if she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

—So, Amelie,— Rozzi said, her voice slightly slurred as she took another hit from the joint. —What the hell is going on with you and that boy, Lando? You two are acting like a couple of horny teenagers again, huh?—

Amelie couldn’t help but laugh, rolling her eyes, though she knew Rozzi was right. —Ugh, don't even start, Rozzi,— she muttered, sinking deeper into the couch. Her head was already starting to spin a little from the weed, but she pushed through, still ready to vent. —I don’t even know what the hell is happening. It’s like we’re stuck in this loop of... of, god, I don't even know! It's like we keep circling each other, but neither of us knows how to break the damn cycle.—

Rozzi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. —Cycle, huh? More like an endless fuckfest. Girl, last time I saw you two, it was in Argentina, and, damn, Alex and I could hear you two all the way from the next room. The moaning? The sounds? Please. You two were literally making animal noises.—

Amelie flushed, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, but she didn’t deny it. —Okay, fine, I won’t lie. That was... intense. But it’s not just that, Rozzi. It’s like we can’t stay away from each other, but we also can’t figure out how to make it work. It’s frustrating. We’ve been there before, and it went to shit. It feels like we’re just trying to patch it up with sex, you know? And honestly, I don’t know if that’s enough this time.—

Rozzi exhaled the smoke, watching Amelie closely. —Girl, you know I love you, but I’ve gotta say it... sounds like you two are, like, seriously addicted to each other. Maybe not the healthiest thing, but hell, it’s definitely some next-level chemistry. But... don’t you think you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak again?—

Amelie chuckled dryly, tipping her head back against the cushions. —Yeah, I keep thinking that too. Like, part of me wants to give in and just let it happen because it’s so easy with him. It’s like nothing’s changed, except that, uh... we’re both better in bed now.—

Rozzi let out a laugh, her voice mocking but affectionate. —Oh my god, better in bed? Babe, you’re gonna make me choke on this shit. Are you telling me this boy actually learned some new tricks? I thought you two were just fumbling around the first time, like, did he go to, like, fuckboy training camp or something?—

Amelie rolled her eyes dramatically. —No, seriously, though, he’s gotten better. Like, way better. I can’t even believe how much he’s improved. The boy’s definitely been practicing. I mean... that wasn't the case back in the day, but he's definitely learned a thing or two about hitting all the right spots.—

Rozzi laughed harder, slapping her knee. —Oh my god, Amelie, that’s wild. You two are fucking like you’re making up for lost time, huh?—

Amelie leaned forward, grabbing a cushion from the couch and chucking it at Rozzi, who was practically doubled over with laughter. —Shut up, Rozzi! It’s not like that... okay, maybe it is, but you don’t have to say it like that! And don’t you dare tell Alex any of this, I swear to god.—

Rozzi caught the cushion mid-air and tossed it back with ease. —Please, like Alex doesn’t already know. Babe, we heard everything. Like, everything. Walls aren’t that thick, Ames. You two sounded like you were auditioning for an R-rated nature documentary. Even Alex was like, ‘Are they okay?’—

Amelie groaned, burying her face in her hands, her cheeks burning despite the haze of the weed. —Oh my god, kill me now. I’m moving to another planet.— She peeked through her fingers, catching Rozzi’s gleeful expression. —You’re such a bitch, you know that?—

—And you love me for it,— Rozzi said with a wink, taking another hit and passing the joint back to Amelie. —But seriously, what’s the deal now? Like, are you two just... hooking up? Or is there some actual feelings shit happening here? Because, girl, from the way you’re talking, it sounds like you’re in deep again.—

Amelie took a long drag from the joint, exhaling slowly as she tried to put her thoughts into words. —I don’t know, Rozz. I mean, yeah, there are feelings. There’s always been feelings. But it’s so fucking complicated. Like, I’m terrified of letting him in again, you know? Last time, it all fell apart, and I was the one picking up the pieces while he was off living his life like nothing happened.—

Rozzi frowned, her teasing demeanor softening. —That’s valid, Ames. I get it. But... it kinda sounds like you’re still holding onto that hurt. And maybe you have every right to, but if you’re gonna let him back in, you need to figure out if you can actually forgive him. Otherwise, you’re just setting yourself up for more pain.—

Amelie nodded slowly, her gaze distant. —Yeah, I know. That’s why I told him straight up... I’m not playing games this time. He knows I’m capable of loving him, like really loving him, but I won’t tolerate any disrespect. If he screws up, it’s over. No second chances. I’ve been through too much to put up with bullshit.—

Rozzi raised her joint in a mock toast. —Amen, sister. Teach that boy some respect. But... I gotta ask, does he even realize how much of a chance he’s getting right now? Because it sounds like you’re bending over backwards to make this work.—

Amelie shrugged, a small, bittersweet smile playing on her lips. —I don’t know if he fully gets it yet, but I think he’s trying. Like, really trying. He’s different now, or at least he’s trying to be. But it’s still scary, you know? Like, what if we’re just doomed to repeat the same mistakes?—

Rozzi leaned back, puffing out a cloud of smoke. —Then write about it. You’re always better at sorting through your shit when you put it into music. Come on, let’s write a song about this mess.—

Amelie laughed, her mood lightening. —Oh my god, that’s actually perfect. Alright, Rozzi, grab your guitar. Let’s do this.—

Rozzi jumped up, grabbing Alex’s acoustic guitar from the corner of the room. She handed it to Amelie, who strummed a few chords absentmindedly, her mind already buzzing with ideas. They started tossing lyrics back and forth, giggling and brainstorming as the song began to take shape.

—Okay, okay, how about this,— Amelie said, her voice slurring slightly from the weed as she sang: —"When I love you, I’m sweet like an angel, drawin’ hearts ‘round our names and dreamin’ of... writing vows, rockin’ cradles."—

Rozzi gasped dramatically, clapping her hands. —Yes! That’s it. And then hit him with some real talk, like... "Don’t mistake my nice for naive." Oh, that’s fire.—

Amelie grinned, nodding enthusiastically as she scribbled the lyrics down in her notebook. —Yes! And then something about how if he fucks up, he’s out. "Like, You do something suspect, as cute as ‘bye-bye.’"—

Rozzi cackled, slapping her thigh. —Oh my god, savage. I love it. You’re basically warning him in the cutest way possible. And then throw in a little ‘boy, it’s not that complicated.’ You know, keep it real.—

They kept going, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically whenever one of them came up with a particularly brutal line. By the time they had most of the song written, they were both red-faced and crying from laughter.

Suddenly, the door to the suite swung open, and Alex walked in, holding a bag of food. He froze in the doorway, taking in the sight of Amelie and Rozzi sprawled out on the couch, giggling uncontrollably and surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

—What the hell is going on in here?— he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amelie and Rozzi both turned to him, their eyes wide and glassy. —Alex! You’re back!— Amelie said, jumping up and running toward him. —Did you bring food? Oh my god, you’re the best.—

Alex held the bag out of reach, smirking. —You two are high as hell, aren’t you? Jesus, Rozzi, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.—

Rozzi shrugged, grinning unapologetically. —What can I say? It was a creative session. And don’t act like you’re not used to this by now.—

Alex sighed, shaking his head as he handed over the bag. —You’re lucky I love you both. But next time, try not to write an entire album while you’re stoned, okay?—

Amelie laughed, grabbing the bag and pulling out a sandwich. —No promises. Now shut up and let us eat. We’re starving.—

As they all sat down to eat, the notebook with the half-finished lyrics sat on the coffee table, a testament to the chaotic, hilarious, and unexpectedly productive day they’d had.

[brotherscain]

precanon wincest hair washing drabble, 2.3k, teenchesters/weecest

The hunt that night went well. Dad had this shifter pinned under his thumb since the first night in town, all they had to do was get to the thing and kill it dead.

If Dad had only brought Dean along, they would’ve weeded it out a day earlier. He wanted Sam in on this one, though, and Sam was still new enough at hunting to warrant a training wheels protocol. It had to be nearest to a sure thing as they could hope doing what they did. And it was. For Sam—for John and Dean right there with him—it was no question. Dean staked the final blow, gravely recognizing it kept Sam from being a killer for however longer.

In the car, John stretched his hand behind Dean’s head and scruffed his nape firmly enough to jostle him. Father to son, man to emerging man. Dad smiled, disheveled and not quite happy, but proud. He wore it to glance at Dean, then Sam. Proud and grateful.

“You boys did good tonight.” John served up no elaboration, he didn’t need to. Dean let the praise wheedle its way into him. He wanted to look over at Sam but didn’t because he knew Sam had already forged himself indifferent to Dad’s opinion. Dean wanted to enjoy it for a second longer, Sam wouldn’t get it.

Back in the motel lot, Dad fished his pocket for a few crumpled bills to give Dean. “Why don’t you take your brother to the vending machines? I’ll unload.” Dad stopped giving them so much junk food change right around the time Sam started wearing Dean’s too small hand-me-downs. Tonight he prompted Dean almost like he had a thousand times years ago, to a different kid.

Dean’s door creaked on its hinge, Sam’s following moments later. An ease settled over Dean. Everyone made it out okay. Dad wasn’t losing his head bunting orders at them about what they should’ve done better. Sam likewise kept whatever brewing comments he had under the lid. Dean figured he could count on at least one of the lit up vending machines having a Reese’s. As far as hunts went, it could’ve been a lot worse. They did do good.

The vending machine’s artificial blue-white beam bugged every so often, dimming before a kick-start into throbbing fluorescence. Sam scuffed his beat up sneakers against the pavement directly in front of it, eyeing up the options and sticking an open palm out in Dean’s direction. Dean slapped a bill down into his waiting hand.

He watched Sam hunch to look down at the buttons while punching in a code. Off behind him, Dad lifted a bag over his shoulder and reached inside the Impala for a second one. All around them cicadas chirped over one another and the night swelled with trapped mugginess. Dean thought about melted chocolate on his fingers and instead of feeding the leftover change into the slot, he stuffed it all in his back pocket.

Sam straightened to his full height, lifted the chilly soda can closer and tapped on the top rim three times before cracking it open. It burst in loud fizzy pops. Sam tipped his head back to swing a short, gulping chug. This way Dean could see parts of Sam in a new light. Small spatters of dried blood flecked the underside of his bottom jaw, a shiny red sheen bloomed on the high swell of his cheekbone. Dean kept himself from lacing his fingers through Sam’s hair, but made a face at the matted mess of it.

“You have monster guts in your hair,” he said, staring as Sam used the back of his limp hand to wipe the carbonated trickle from his mouth. Sam felt around his head curiously, coming away with a tacky coat of muddy crimson and a grimace. Dean laughed at him, couldn’t help but to. “That’s gonna be a bitch to get out, man.”

Sam cut a glare Dean’s way. He was extremely touchy after hunts, and Dean knew better than to prod him. Knowing better didn’t make it any less funny. That was Sam’s fault.

“Eat me,” he threw back dryly, annoyed Dean had the nerve to carry around a sense of humor about these things.

Sam wet his caked hand with driblets sweating off the soda can and cracked a small grin. Before Dean thought a little smarter about what that meant, Sam was dragging the mess all down the side of his shirt. Not that it hadn’t already been stained and ruined with a lot worse, that’s not what mattered. It was his snot-nosed brother thinking he could retaliate.

Dean jumped on him seconds after, first by shoving him away hard, then fisting the ribbed collar of his tee and tugging him closer. This past year Sam’s gone through a growth spurt, shot straight up like a beanstalk, but he still only came up to Dean’s shoulders. Between that and his knock kneed gangliness, Dean could still push and tilt and trip him any way he wanted. His shirt twisted up in Dean’s grip against the current of Sam’s squirming to get away. They were laughing together or maybe just panting or maybe they weren’t making any noises at all except for their shoes on the ground and their hands nipping each other’s skin. Dean thought about wrestling him to the concrete and shoving his face into all the boot prints. It would be easier to wrangle the drink out of his hands and spill it down his boxers. In all its sloshing, it had already splashed them enough times Dean could smell the cola while it dried sticky.

A door opened and shut firmly somewhere close in the long line of identical rooms. Dean didn’t really care to stop their roughhousing until the commanding voice boomed out. “Boys!” Dean positioned ramrod straight, Sam’s shoulders hunched while he uselessly looked to iron out all the wrinkles in his shirt. Dad waited for Sam to finally glance up. He was going to chew them out for being so loud at the late hour, for acting like mutts more than sternly raised men.

None of that happened. Dad stalked a few steps closer to the parked car, raising a brow at them as a wry smirk fixed itself to his face. “Gonna pick up some dinner. You boys get cleaned up before I get back.” He was in good spirits, but it was still a demand all the same.

“Yes sir,” Dean shot off. Sam didn’t say anything, only nodded his head to show he’d heard and understood. And if it had been a worse night Dad would call him out on it, start a whole thing that didn’t need to be started. Dean felt lucky when Dad just tapped the roof a few times before getting in.

In between the engine roaring to life and tires crunching gravel, Sam stuck Dean in the side with his pointy elbow. “Your bet?”

Dean zoned out on the glowing tail lights, thinking. “Burgers,” he finally said, blinking back to Sam. “Yours?”

Sam drew in a heaving breath before pressing his lips together. “Chinese.” They used to bet each other’s left overs on it. Now it’s habit enough just to go through the motions.

Mosquitoes ate him alive, buzzed around the lip of Sam’s drink enough to keep him from sipping any more. He really was a mess. Hair knotted in clumps, face scratched up. Sam wouldn’t mind until he saw all of it in the mirror and remembered other kids his age didn’t track monsters down for a living. Then he’d get all huffy for first dibs on a very long shower and not want to talk much the rest of the night. There was no such thing as a good hunt in Sam’s eyes.

“Come on.” Dean bobbed his head in the direction of their room. “First shower’s yours.”

Inside the A/C churned cool air out through a low and steady humming. It was prone to spit water out, so Dean couldn’t comfortably sit in front of it and soak up the chill. He dropped himself down on the couch and sprawled out, feeling gross and mucky but sated somewhere deep in the pit of his belly.

Sam dug through some bags and came out with a fresh pair of boxers, a towel, and some small miscellaneous bottles. He padded in a direction opposite the shower, Dean didn’t have the energy to search his motive out. But then Sam was behind him, gazing down at him without saying a word. He’d taken his shirt off and since neither bothered turning on any lights when they were walked in, the moon pooled shimmering light across his chest as it fell and rose strongly.

“There won’t be enough time,” he said, keeping his voice soft. “Not for both of us before he gets back.”

The solution was easy. It was what it was. Sam knew that as well as Dean. “Okay Sam,” Dean replied slowly. Sam had red marks down the base of his throat, and Dean wondered if that was from earlier tonight or left hy him near the vending machine.

Sam didn’t break their tense staring, but he did inhale a terser breath. “Are you going to make me say it?” He didn’t look pained either way, only impatient and intentionally guarded.

“What are you talking about?” Dean still asked anyway. Like he didn’t intimately know. Like he didn’t lay awake thinking about it a lot more than he should, when Sam would look for him next. Ask for him. And pretending not to know should’ve made it easier, too. To stop letting it happen. But it didn’t.

Sam became fed up with Dean’s pretending. “There won’t be any warm water left for you.” He took off, headed toward the bathroom without turning around or faltering even once.

A panic peeled the skin from around the achy center of Dean’s chest, awoke the crescendo of its relentless pounding. It felt worse than anything Dean’s ever felt before, and it was always the same at this crossroads. One day he should see if it kills him in letting it run its course. One day, maybe.

“Sam.” Dean caught him as Sam’s finger flipped the light switch. “Okay.” He nodded and got up, trying not to give away his shakiness, hoping Sam would still wait.

They shut the door and turned off the flickering light since there was a window in here, too. The bathroom didn’t make space for two people, but neither of them wanted it anyway now that Dean had given in. He brushed past Sam’s warmed skin to turn the shower knob. Then he worked around Sam’s form, pressing into it, to get to the sink. He tried avoiding his own reflection as he bent for a drink of tap water.

Sam set down his things and caged Dean in from behind, his hands finding the hem of Dean’s top, skirting along and underneath it to dance goosebumps across his abdomen. He moved up, up, up. Traced the thick chain of Dean’s amulet, had it bouncing subtly off the plane between his ribs.

Dean rocked back against him, to push him off more than anything. But he was still trying to be gentle. He didn’t want Sam to get the wrong idea. Dean was here, he was with Sam. But— “Get in, it feels nice,” he whispered, pebble skipping his gaze around his baby brother’s face. “Let me wash you.”

Sam understood and found Dean’s eyes before tipping his head in agreement. He stripped completely bare, tapped Dean’s arm to let him through and allowed Dean to pull the curtain back for him. Sam closed his eyes under the stream, loosed some of the tension his body clung to.

Dean got to work, shrugging his top off before reaching for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a dollop into his palm and rubbing his hands together to coat them. “C’mere,” he murmured, even though he helped guide Sam close enough.

It had started when they were both younger, because Sam couldn’t do these kinds of things by himself yet but Dean could. Then, somewhere in all the gunk of their lives, it grew on them. There was routine in it; Sam would shut his eyes tight, roll his neck this way and that as Dean’s sudsy hands directed him, and they tried not to talk too much. Both began to understand there were going to be things Dad just shouldn’t know about.

Dean stayed careful around the tangles, worked them out with his fingers as gently as he could. Sam never winced or whined about it anymore or anything, but Dean couldn’t kick the habit. He threaded his hands through its soapy slickness, dug in by the base of his neck, eased the notches out.

Sam hummed and sighed, drooped and sagged. Content. His hand circled around Dean’s wrist for no reason other than to feel him.

Sometimes, more often than Dean could confess, it grew into more than this. Dean would undress himself, Sam would coax him under the water with him. They’d roam and glide their touch all over their slippery bodies. Tonight they would need to be quick, quicker than usual. So Dean crept in and pressed his chest to Sam’s back and scrubbed them both down without meaning to linger very often. Sam turned his cheek to Dean’s shoulder, pressed his open mouth to the wet flesh and scraped his teeth against him lightly. They were both close to hard, but there wasn’t time and Dean tried to believe it wasn’t about them, only bodies and their closeness.

Dean got to fooling himself this was better, as long as it was just this. Eventually he’d have the willpower to deny it altogether. Eventually.

[visualbutterflysworld]

Bf!Vinnie

Headshots fr fr.

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How you met

I think Vinnie definitely wouldn’t date anyone in the industry, or well marry anyone in the industry.

Anywho :P

I think you guys would met at the airport or maybe you’re a journalist? It would be super awkward but it would be a cute type of awkward situation yk.

After a few dates and blah blah blah

here’s the main canons !

Vinnie is super clingy.

Like this man loves to be on top of you. He does travel a lot so you don’t mind.

His love language is definitely physical touch.

I think he may also have a giving/receiving gifts love language. “Vinnie, I told you to stop buying me stuff.” “You said you needed a new watch?” “I wasn’t asking for you to buy me one!” “Oh well…this is a happy Friday gift?” “Vinnie!”

Vinnie would keep the relationship private but not a secret! Like when he posts about you or talks about you the comments are just filled with love and adoration.

“Show us Y/n!” “We came for Y/n? Not for you Vin.” “Tell Y/n I said hi!”

Vinnie loves playing pranks on you! He even calls himself the king of pranks.

*you minding your own business walking in the hallway* “Rah!” “Jesus fuck Vincent!” You definitely would prank him back. If he really makes you mad then you prank him by implying y’all do it and the you be like peace 🤗

Vinnie’s favorite part of you physically is your boobs! I know a lot of people think he’s an ass man but, naw I know he got a titty fixation.

“Let me play with your boobs.” “Vin, I’m reading.” “And?”

Vinnie likes smoking with you. Weed only tho! You actually make him stop smoking those nasty ass cigarettes.

*you coughing around him while he smokes a cigarette* “you okay babe?” “No, I’m asthmatic and you’re smoking that nasty ass cigarettes.” “Oh shit! Why didn’t you tell me!? I’m quitting right now” he probably would have to chew on those gum things for a while to get off the nicotine.

During intercourse, Vinnie makes sure you yk first. He also loves eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. Like you would have to constantly fight this man off. Like that one reel!

“Get off my car, Vinnie. Let me go to work!” You trying to pull out. Him coming to your window. “I could just have a smidge of coochie.” You would be laughing of course “Get away-” “Just a little bit. A parcel!” “No!” “Ma’am, could you spare something?” “No!” “Please!” “No!” “It’s been 15 hours!”

I think Vinnie would definitely want to marry you. Like you’ll change his view on marriage.

“Mama, I think I’m gonna ask Y/n to marry me.” “What! You’ve been together for only a year!” “I know but not like now! I think just sometime a few years down.” “Oh! Well go ahead!”

That’s all I got! Happy Halloween!