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[sadhours]

kinktober day four • somnophilia

aka: hell bent

eddie munson x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

cw:18+, minors dni, smut, somnophilia (duh but therefore could be perceived as dub con but readers into it), cannabis use, dry humping, fingering, spanking, unprotected p in v, creampie

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Eddie wakes up abruptly, eyes flying open as he sits up. His heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s out of breath. Clutches his chest as he realizes what’s happening, that the dream he was having wasn’t real. Looks down to his crotch to see the proof. Yeah, he’s most definitely torqued. Turns his head to your sleeping figure next to him, the object of his lustful dream. He huffs, lays back down and wills his boner to go away.

Turning to the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, he sees it’s just after three in the morning and well, he thinks it’d be really rude to wake you up and ask for sex.

But then ten minutes pass and he’s still hard. He sighs and pushes the blankets off of him, walks over to his black pail and opens the lid. Eddie grabs the bag of weed and his pipe, stocks the bowl with pieces he grinds up between his fingers. Opens his bedroom window and is met with the smell of rain, drops of it cascading down the glass. He lifts the pipe to his lips and his lighter to the weed, flicks on the flame and inhales deeply. Holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling it out the window. Repeats that a handful of times until he feels stoned, sure that now he’ll be able to sleep. So he crawls back into bed, lays on his back and stares at the moldy ceiling.

He’s trying his best, he really is but you’re breathing so soft and pretty next to him. So he turns to look at you, watches you sleep and then wonders how you’d react if he just… reached over, down your sleep shorts and rubbed your pretty pussy.

Yeah, there’s no shot this hard-on is leaving unless he does something about it. Eddie exhales, annoyed with himself but too turned on to talk himself out of it. He rolls over, positions his leg between yours and reaches for the hem of your tank top. He pulls it up over your tits and looks back up at you, waiting for your eyes to blink away. You make a sleepy sound, a little whine but don’t wake. Eddie lowers his mouth to your exposed tit and licks against your nipple. Flicks his tongue against the hardened bud a couple of times and then sucks it between his lips.

Somehow you don’t wake up, but you’re breathing harder now. His hand moves to give attention to the other tit, thumb grazing that nipple as he sucks and licks the other. Can’t help the way his hips grind down against your thigh, giving some much needed friction to his cock. He keeps doing it, rolling down against your thigh as he spoils your tits. In the meantime, grinding his thigh against your core.

A moan falls out of your lips, but Eddie’s watching your face and you don’t seem awake so he keeps going. Switches to the other nipple with his mouth, rutting down against you in slack desperation.

He pulls back, props himself up on his knees and shoves his briefs down his thighs and then reaches for your underwear next. Gets the pair of you naked from the waist down and then curiously reaches between your thighs, middle finger prodding against your hole and he groans deep at how wet you are. Slips the digit inside you and that’s when you wake, just as he’s curling it up.

“Eddie,” your sleepy voice fills his ears as your eyes blink up at him. “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” he gushes out, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.

You smile and hum in flattery— and pleasure from the way he’s fingering you. “What time is it?”

“Middle of the night,” he exhales, cock grazing against your thigh and the friction makes his stomach tighten. “Sorry, I just… fuck, I need you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs wider for him as you assure him, “You have me.”

He crashes his lips into yours, kissing you hungrily as he slides another finger inside of you. Causes you to gasp into the kiss but you kiss back. Eddie feels like he’s held off long enough, pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of his cock. He positions himself between your thighs as he strokes himself, spreading your slick all over his cock. Then, he’s lining himself up with your entrance, jerking his hips forward because really, he can’t help himself. You cry out, back arching from the sensation as his thick cock sinks into your warm and soaking cunt.

And Eddie doesn’t hold back, he’s too worked up to, and he pistons his hips hard and quick against you. The sound of your skin slapping rings throughout the room, along with the slippery sounds of him dragging against your walls. His hands grab your thighs, push them up against your chest as he pounds into you.

Repetitive and high pitched moans escaping you with every slam of his hips. You gaze up at him, moonlight shining on his pale skin and dark hair that sways with his motions. The look of determination and pleasure on his face is beyond sexy, his jaw clenched with his brows furrowed. You reach for his biceps, trying to feel grounded while the euphoria threatens to take you away.

Then his lips part to let out a whiny, needy moan. You wonder what’s got him so worked up in the middle of the night but you’re more than happy to give him what he wants— whenever he wants it. Feels just as good for you.

He pulls back, pulling his cock out and rubs his thumb against your clit in circles as he tells you, “Up. Want you from behind.”

You obey quickly, rolling onto your hands and knees, arching your ass up to him. Eddie grabs hold of your hips, grinds himself against your ass before slipping his cock back inside your cunt. Another moan pours out of you. This positions a catch 22– it feels incredible but you can’t see him. You bounce back against him, moaning loudly as his cock sinks in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says behind gritted teeth. Then he smacks your asscheek, leaving the most delicious stinging sensation in its wake.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, dropping your face to the sheets beneath you as you try your hardest not to melt into them. But god it feels so good, your whole body feels fluid.

He spanks you again, fingers gripping the fat of your ass upon contact. You can hear him panting and groaning. Eddie drills into you, his hips slamming against your ass over and over with the most satisfying and filthy sounds. He leans over, keeping up his pace as his lips find your shoulder, planting a sloppy kiss against your skin before he sinks his teeth in. Bites you as his hips slam into you one last time, has your hips meeting the mattress with him laying on top of you. You feel him fill you up. His teeth pull off your flesh and he pants against your ear, “God, that was fucking great.”

You let him come down from his high, then he pulls himself off of you and rolls you onto your back. Eddie presses his thumb against your clit, eyes on yours as he works his thumb in quick circles.

“Want you to cum for me,” he whispers.

A simple, dazed nod from you as you gaze up at him. Focusing in on your orgasm, cunt pulsing around the cum he’s filled you with. Eddie slips two fingers inside you, curls them every time he thrusts them inside and your vision starts to get blurry as you feel the pressure building quickly in the pit of your stomach. He latches himself on your tit, sucking and licking your nipple as his fingers work absolute magic.

“Eddie,” you moan out softly, eyes crossing before they close and your climax crashes into you intensely. You cry out and grab hold of his head, knitting your fingers into the roots of his wavy hair and tug. Body freezing before your back arches as he works you through it.

Eddie nuzzles his face in your neck and giggles all soft, hand on your hip now and he squeezes it.

“Thank you,” he whispers and kisses your skin.

“Shh, thank you,” you turn slightly to kiss the top of his sweaty head.

[wonysugar]

puff, puff and pass | ot4 aespa

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. high for this — the weeknd

synopsis : your dream blunt rotation, except you’re the blunt.

pairing : yoo jimin, ning yizhuo, aeri uchinaga, kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot (sorry)

tags : high sex, aespa kind of gangbang reader to be quite honest—, objectification, reader is referred to as ‘it’ like once, oral sex, vaginal penetration, joint rolling tutorial included brought to you by jiminjeong xx, i’m joking, don’t do drugs yall

warnings : heavy use of drugs, like, they’re all high as hell help (more specifically marijuana) both fem!reader and aespa are intoxicated in this

word count : 1,4k(??)

a/n : the fact that i was basically finished with writing thisa while ago and the only thing stopping me from posting it was the fuckass moodboard.. AND EVEN THEN IT ISN’T EVEN ALL THAT I HATE ITTFJHHFJEJF anyways, here’s some food MWAHH love you sugarcubes<33

“come on, you’ve been at it for ages— pass it already.” complained ning, her voice all whiny. 

from those words alone, a normal individual would think that the five girls in the room, including you, were doing a blunt rotation of some sort. or perhaps you all were just participating in a chill activity that consisted of passing around an object for entertainment, nothing harmless.. right?

well.. yes! you’d be right in assuming that it was, in fact, a blunt being passed around originally. that is, until the other girls (intoxication clearly having taken over the good parts of their brains) thought it would be a great idea to pass something else, another object, one that’d cure their boredom in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

that said object turned out to be your very own body.

“ohh my god shut up—” was what aeri moaned, sharply inhaling air through her teeth as she fucked her cock deep into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat with every thrusting motion she made. you were on all fours in front of her, fitting all of her into your mouth, watching your head bob up and down her long shaft effortlessly as you took all of her rigid length like the good slut you are, it made her lose control of her senses. “fuck y/n i’m so fucking close—“

then, to both you and aeri’s surprise, right as she was about to finish all over your mouth, your hair was suddenly pulled on from behind. “ah-ah, too late, it’s my turn now.” was what you heard ning say from behind you in a singing tone, visualizing the kind of annoying smile she had on her face whilst saying that to aeri. 

you winced at the sharp pain you felt on your scalp from such a tug, which was then immediately replaced by the overwhelming sensation by the feeling of ning’s dick sliding up and down your wet slit, teasing your entrance with her tip. 

in response to having you pulled away from her at the moment of her sweet release, you saw as aeri’s face contorted from one of pleasure to one of frustration very quickly, despite her seemingly sleepy eyes due to the ridiculous amount of cannabis she ingested, and keeps ingesting. “i wasn’t done, asshole.” exclaimed the half-japanese girl, clearly upset that the chance to cum all over your pretty face got taken away from her and delayed for another short period of time.

ning simply laughed at her before swiftly sliding her cock into your wet, wet cunt. you moaned loudly, as being in a situation such as this one while simultaneously being high just made you feel everything way more than you usually would. it was like all five of your senses were invaded with different, filthy things, and all of those things contributed to making you feel so, so good. you felt mindless, only present to please those that were freely using your body.

you loved every single second, as dehumanizing as it was. perhaps that’s what made it so arousing.

“please— i’m doing her a favor. she knows this dick fucks her the best, right, doll?” you looked back at her with hooded eyes, unsure what to respond.

while yes, ning knows how to use her length, you were quite frankly blinded by the drugs at that moment.

all you really wanted was dick, regardless of how you got it.

so, you mindlessly nodded, “stick to jerking off and watching how it’s done, ‘kay?” is what added ning, earning another annoyed groan from the other girl in response, before the latter sat down on the couch before you. with that, each second that passed was an increase in speed for the girl on top of you, your back to her stomach.

“can you guys stop bickering already? it’s like, ruining the vibe.” said what sounded like jimin, her words were slow, clear and enunciated.

that’s when you caught a glance of her and minjeong, sitting on the other corner of the dark room. they, on their side of things, were rolling yet another blunt, minjeong was focused on intricately filling the folded paper with the marijuana whilst jimin held the filter for her, aligning its edges perfectly with the edges of the paper before rolling it, twisting the end of the joint and eventually lighting the latter. 

“and can you roll that shit quicker? it’s getting boring having ning do everything.” snapped back aeri, a bit louder so that the two relevant girls could hear her above the music, clearly annoyed. obviously, ning heard and grinned at her mockingly, earning an eye roll from her.

“we’re working on it, be fucking patient, girl.” replied minjeong.

what differed her ways to handle you and ning’s was mostly the gentleness that was employed with you; aeri was rough, sure, but she also prioritized your comfort above everything else when you were sucking her cock. ning, on the other hand, was fucking you like she had a point to prove, she’d thrust into you in an almost animalistic way, also making sure that she could hear every single dirty noise that came out of your mouth. 

not like that was hard to do anyways, with how loud and shamelessly lewd you were being for her. 

with that being said, you weren’t exactly surprised when you felt her fingers lock your jaw into a tight grip, making you face the couch aeri was sitting on. the chinese girl dug into your skin with her long, pretty acrylic nails, leaving very visible red scratches on your stomach as she got closer and closer to her climax.

“you’re so tight, baby..” said ning with a groan, huffing and puffing into your ear with each pump of her dick into your walls, all of it causing you to moan out incoherent words. “oh fuck, i think i could do you for hours on end—”

when you actually concentrated on the girl in front of you, you noticed how no longer upset she seemed about being denied her orgasm, but more so impatient to have you all to herself again. she watched you attentively as she stroked her own dick, wishing she was the one to stretch your pussy out instead of it being done by the annoying and cocky girl that was behind you, ning. 

those two are very close, so it’s very natural for them to take basically everything as a competition.

then, as if to prevent you from looking anywhere else other than her, aeri quickly stood up in front of you and grabbed ahold of your hair, rougher than usual, before impatiently teasing your already agape mouth with the head of her cock, slapping it against your desperate lips before bucking her hips into your mouth, inserting it effortlessly. ning was still behind you, pounding you just as mercilessly as she’s been doing this entire time.

you came, repeatedly, at that. what else could you have done when you were being fucked stupid by two different dicks at once, both at different speeds and intensities? obviously, it didn’t take long before they came inside of you, too. aeri’s warm juices filled the entirety of your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of it as she pushed her cock down deeper, while the chinese girl's dick was buried deep into your wet, swollen cunt, the perfect view of your spread ass obviously playing a huge part in her orgasm.

teamwork at its finest! especially when the two other girls are finally walking their way towards you, stumbling in their steps, all giggly and jittery from the weed, clearly excited to make you take a puff out of their freshly rolled and lit-up joint. too fucked out to have at least one remotely coherent thought, you let them ruffle your hair and get a tight grip on it to make you face minjeong’s pale hand, holding the blunt in between her fingertips.

still recovering from aeri’s thick load in your throat, you didn’t even notice how jimin had her phone camera above you, filming you from practically every angle before locking your jaw in a tight grip, laughing and caressing your lips with her thumb.

“come on, pretty slut,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “take a hit.”

and you did, you took multiple, even. you felt yourself lose every ounce of sobriety left in your body with every inhale you took of the joint, if you even had any. so much so that you weren’t even fazed by sometimes having it suddenly replaced by one of the girls’ dicks at times and even forgetting that all of that was getting recorded by jimin. 

once that blunt was finished, they simply thought it’d be funny to have you crawl around on the floor like a desperate little whore that’s trying to get her throat used like it deserves to be, you took them, turn by turn, getting their mixed loads all over your mouth and throat, turn by turn. 

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t remember what it was that happened afterwards, all you know now is that your head hurts like a bitch and that your legs feel like you went to the gym for a week straight with no breaks. 

with that information, it was needless to say that you definitely got passed and used around by the other girls like you wanted for the rest of that long and hazy night.

[eroticismzz]

BLITZED — dealer!onyankopon

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, smoking, petnames, cunnilingus, blowjob, cursing, penetration, slight overstim, mutual pinning modern!au

002. w/c: 2.7k

After successfully finishing your shift at work, you glance over to the clock on the wall that sharply read ‘7:30’ in the afternoon. The other staff you work alongside aka the younger trainees in your hair salon that you hired were already out the door, you felt generous enough to let them off early due to it being a Friday.

Walking over to the spare mirror, you place your equipment down, taking time to fix your own wig. You wanted to look presentable to your dealer Onyankopon afterall, he’d compliment your wigs every time you’d buy from him. It brought a different type of a blush on your face no man has brought before, whenever he says “You look good ma, new color?”. Just thinking of it brought flutters to your stomach, fixing the rest of your appearance to what you’d been wearing today.

You smiled as you sufficiently finished you hair, humming as you picked up your work-tote bag before glancing at the clock again, only fifteen minutes had passed so you decided it’d be best not to keep Ony waiting any longer. He wasn’t a man of patience afterall.

You gathered your keys in your palm, walking over to your car while unlocking it, moving to gather up the money you owed for the eighth, getting ready to drive by your usual spot with him by one of the more deserted alley ways near your crib.

It wasn’t a far drive, making your way to the front of the ally way to park. You could feel your fingers tingling with excitement as you shut your car off, shutting the door behind you as you made way to the silhouette in the dimly lit space.

“You 20 mins late ma.” His husky voice echoed in the tight pathway with a sight of him smoking a blunt, low eyes staring you down that made you feel small. “My fault, had to fix my lace a bit Ony..” He paused as he took a hit, blowing the smoke away from your face before reaching in his pocket. You reached to hand him the money but he’d stop you before you got the chance.

“Nah, you get this one for free..” This caused you to pause, looking at him with almost a shell shocked gaze. “But you never do that, what's up with you lately?.”. He gave a low chuckle in response, the sound causing your ears to get hot as you squeezed on the handle of your bag just a little tighter. “Cause you look a little too good today.. Jus’ take it.” He held it out to you, hesitantly taking it to pocket it as you felt your thighs squeeze at his answer. He shouldn’t be making you react so.. stimulated. Ony must’ve noticed as well, reaching to hand you his blunt.

You took it, taking a long inhale as he watched you intently, licking his lips. You felt the red eyes peering down at you, only making you feel more giddy as you exhaled shortly after, the weed in your system making your mouth tingle as you took another puff, handing it back over. Your fingers slightly brushed as he took it back, not hesitating to take a puff of his own.

The air had a tension to it, yet you exhaled to speak. “You wanna do this in my car? You look goofy in this alleyway Ony..”. He let out a low chuckle at your words, placing his free-hand in his pocket while looking at you. “I’m down if you’re down.” Was all he said. Allowing you to lead him inside your car as he took another hit once the door closed. You felt nervous, butterflies in your stomach as you could smell the mixture of cannabis and cologne lingering off Ony that caused you to shuffle a bit in your seat, thighs clenching. “Here.” He handed the blunt to you, taking it as you took another puff. Feeling his hungry eyes gazing at you from the side, making you tremble, making you sweat.

“Whatchu’ nervous for ma?” he smiled, knowing the effect he had on you. That motherfucker. He almost folded when he saw your eyes starting to lower, glossed over eyes countering his gaze as you handed it back. “Cause you keep starin’ dickneck.” He laughed at this, licking his lips before finishing the rest of the blunt while you reached to crack the window ever so slightly.

Ony tipped his head back, adam's apple in full view of the streetlight that kissed his skin so beautifully. You took this time to stare at him, studded earrings complimenting the hat he wore. He was handsome, his tatted arms showing out in his white tee. It made your mouth dry, reaching in your pocket to reapply your lip gloss, oblivious to Ony side eyeing you like a starved man.

“Jus’ got off your shift? Got that eager to see me, huh?”, “Not too much, I just wanted my shit before I spent my money.”, “Rightt.. Jus' say you’re excited to see me.” He sounded almost cocky, leaning over the console to get a better look at your face. Your breath hitched, a glance at his lips before you looked into his eyes. A hand creeping to your thigh as you both felt the weed get further in your system. “Can I kiss you?” He murmured as if he was holding himself back. You could only let out a nod before he smashes his lips against yours, a small moan as your lipgloss smeared against his two-toned lips. You felt yourself crawling across to straddle yourself on his lap, firm hands on your sides as you both deepened the kiss, tongue running on your bottom lip.

Once you pulled away you looked at him licking his lips, checking you out before looking back into your eyes with a hazy smile. It made you feel small, moving a sleeve as an attempt to cover your face yet Ony wasn’t having it, gently gripping your wrist. “Nah, lemme see that pretty face.. been thinking about you too much ma” He smiled, moving to leave gentle kisses along your jawline, down to your collarbone causing a small jump, “Ony-”. Your scent felt intoxicating to him, making him only want to continue to stir you on.

Your nails snaked up his white tee, feeling his abs tense at the cold feeling of your hands against him while he gave pecks on your neck. “Ony please.. more.” was all you had to utter, Ony moving quickly to place you on the backseat, following afterwards. “What can I do to make you feel good?” He stared at you, “I wanna make you feel good.” His words make you melt, gripping his shoulders as you stare at him. “Surprise me..”. The words were enough to have him gently pushing you back, kneeling on the floor of your car as he was slotted between your legs. “Can I make you feel good ma?” You nodded, helping him pull down your sweatpants. Ony swore he fell in love with your scent as he smelt you closer, moving a teasing finger to the small damp spot on your panties. You let out a small whimper, peering down at the man in awe as he kept teasing you while you rested your legs on his shoulders.

The weed calmed your nerves, normally you’d be nervous to the point you couldn’t even stare but you watched as he pulled your panties slowly, direct eye contact as he kept a smile with his pearly whites that only stirred you on more. “Lemme prep you, want my fingers or mouth?” He waited for a response, hot breath right where you wanted him most, “Mouth- please Ony i’m tired of the teasing..” You mustered out as he gave a low laugh before reaching to pepper your inner thighs with kisses.

You couldn’t help but make out small whimpers in response, biting the inner part of your cheek out of excitement due to you wanting him for so long. “Ony plea-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence, the man diving between your legs and laying his tongue flat to lick a swipe directly on your pussy. Letting out a moan even you were embarrassed by, the man would laugh, sending vibrations right by your clit.

He took a moment to breathe, laughing a bit at your body’s reaction to him. “That eager for me ma? Shitt… that turns me on.” He was so filthy with his words, causing your face to heat up more than you even thought was possible at this moment. However Ony wouldn’t waste any time going back down on you, tonguing your pussy as a thumb reached up to circle your clit slowly to make you moan just how he liked it, your sounds going straight to the tent in his pants. “Fuckfuckfuck-“ Was all you could utter as he tongue fucked you, building up to the familiar pressure you’d feel in your lower stomach everytime you got horny thinking of him. 

You huffed for air from how good he ate you, tapping his arm that was wrapped around your thighs as a warning you were about to cum. “Jus’ like that baby, cum on my tongue.” He encouraged, coil in your belly snapping as you came on his face to earn a satisfied groan while he helped you through your orgasm. Falling from that high, Ony sat up and you’d be met with the lower half of his face lathered in your juices with his eyes looking darker, and not just from the weed.

“Fuck.. that was hot.” He almost laughed as he looked at your expression, tears welling in your eyes from how he made you feel. “You’re dangerous.. can’t get you outta’ my head.” Now grabbing a hand so you could feel how hard he was in his gray sweats. You almost gasped at how big he felt, your expression making him smile as he licked his lips. “You can take it out, see what you do to me?” He teased as he watched you rub on his print, earning a low groan from him.

You made eye contact with him while taking his cock out, practically twitching as it felt the cold air against it. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock, a slight curve to the right with not much length but for sure enough girth to it. A pretty vein laying on the underside of his dick. Not being able to stop yourself, you let a line of drool drop onto his tip, using it to properly stroke him off. “Fuck ma- jus’ like that, stroke this dick..”. His head tipping back as you slowly moved your hand.

His breathing became more uneven, a tense grab of your wrist to stop you as he took a moment. “Didn’t wanna cum just from your jerking my dick.. got a condom? I wanna be inside you so bad..” He sounded desperate as he watched you sit up, reaching in the pocket behind the driver's seat to achieve a condom.

He watched you as you unraveled it down his shaft, now moving to lift you as he swapped your positioning. He’d be seated in the middle seat of the row while you straddled him, clit a few centimeters away from his dick. It made you eager, desperate to get some friction you tried to grind against him. “Hollon’ baby, lemme make you ready right quick..”. A hand moving to your clit to have you let out your little whimpers.

After he found that’d been enough, he gripped your hips as you attempted to lower yourself into his cock, a small whimper of pain as he reassured you. “Doin’ so good fa’ me ma, it’ll fit, just go slow.” Is all he kept repeating as you finally sat on his dick. You couldn’t help but feel a pain, Ony lifting your head with a finger on your chin to kiss you.

The kiss was less eager this time, using this as a way to calm your nerves to help subside the pain.”You ready?” You could only nod but Ony wasn’t fucking with that. “Words ma, ion wanna make you feel forced..” The simple statement made your chest flutter, allowing you to provide a “Yes..” as he lifted you off. You could feel yourself seeing stars once he slammed you back onto his cock, an almost pornographic moan escaping your lips as he gave you slow but hard strokes in the backseat of your own car.

“Fuck! Ony-“ You placed a hand on his lower abdomen as he kept giving you long strokes, the other attempting to cover your mouth in fear someone might walk past and hear. But Ony didn’t like that, his hand moving yours away, his movements a little messier. “Fuck.. nah lemme hear you baby, I- fuckin’ like hearing how you like this dick.” Tension in his words as he kept thrusting, your pussy practically sucking him in each time he went back.

You both couldn’t contain the noises that’d erupt from your mouths, Ony speeding up and rubbing your clit once you started getting too quiet. “Ngh..Fuck!” Was all you could utter out till he felt you squeezing him. “Nah nah- fuck that-“ He stopped as he was huffing for air, a whine escaping your lips. “Why’d you stopp-“, “Gotta fuck you at a better angle ma.” Wasting no time to lay you on your back as he put your right leg on his shoulder, the stretch making your leg hurt ever so slightly.

Before you could complain he started pounding into you again, this new position being more overwhelming due to it allowing him to hit your g-spot in each motion. “Ony-OnyOny-“ Was the only thing you could chant, making him go faster with a crushing grip on your hips. It wasn’t until he felt you clench around him again that he felt close to cumming, a small chuckle, “Gonna milk my dick, right ma?”. Looking at your fucked out expression as you nodded eagerly. “Go on, cum on this dick. Show me how good I make you feel.” Ony grinned as he sped up, feeling as you came on him and watching as your back arches and your face scrunched as a result. He kept thrusting as you went through your high, yet didn’t stop once you started to feel overstimulated.

“Onyyyy-“ You whined as he still went, the feeling making you twitch. “You treat me so good ma, this pussy.. so- good.” He sped up even more upon feeling his own orgasm rising, huffing for air each thrust. It continued until you dug your nails into his arm, a groan as he came into the condom, still able to feel his warm seed as he pulled out.

He started taking off his condom, showing off his cum-covered tip that you couldn’t help but move closer to grip his cock again. He was still overstimulated, so when you started to give kittenish licks to his tip he almost lost it, a loud whimper erupting from his chest as he gripped your hair. “Baby- fuck.. i’m sensitive still- wait-“. Yet you kept going, taking the tip in your mouth as you reached down to massage his balls, the feeling almost making him pass out.

“F-fuck- keep going- please-..” He murmured as he gripped your hair tighter, one more teasing lick away from going crazy. Once you did try to keep teasing him, he pushed you down further till your nose met with the pattern of hair he had on his crotch. Earning a gag from you, he let out a moan, practically humping your face like a dog on heat.

He kept at this till he felt himself getting closer, struggling to ask,”F-fuck where do you want it?” he managed to utter as he took you off momentarily. “Mouth-“ His eyes rolled back at the response and the sight of drool dropping off your chin, quickly thrusting back in your mouth as he let out groans. He slammed it to the back of your throat once he came, his seed flooding your mouth with a bitter taste.

Opening your mouth, you showed proof of swallowing his cum, his lidded eyes looking at your face.

“So.. wanna go out wimme?”

[iwanty0uu]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : lowkey ft: Ony

You plopped on the couch next to your boy best-friend, Ony as you played with the strings of your Victoria Secret sweat pants. Your nostrils inhaled the cannabis that he exhaled, which was the closes that you felt to him, the closest that he was to being inside of you. The scent lingered through the living room of your apartment, traveling through the window, making a careful escape before sounding the smoke detectors. The smoke was cautious, the same way your feelings were when you were with him, they crept around you, lingering in the back of your mind, clouding your senses with the lightest mist, but it still managing to nag at you, never fully disappearing.

It seemed cliche, but you met Ony your sophomore year of high-school, when he was in his junior.  Eventually , he adopted you since you were the youngest in all of his classes, and he thought your over achieving attitude was very cute (honors shit) ; and it led to you being besties, graduating early and getting accepted into your dream college while Ony started to trade school, studying business. He always seen you as a baby, supported your decisions, anndddd was there to defend you, always. But lately this “big brother” act has been feeling different. Less emotional more…sexual..

So, as you sat feeling a buzz just by inhaling the smoke, you turned to him abruptly, eyes meeting the side of his face, watching while he drew the smoke into his mouth, cheeks sinking into his face, emphasizing the sharp of his jawline. A second passed, air still warm, but he looked at you back, exhaling.

“Yo wassup-“

“Teach me how to smoke.” You interrupted, turning your body to face him criss-cross apple sauce style on the couch, black acrylic nail waving in his face before he could dismiss your thought. 

“Ony I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisions. I want you to teach me.”

You said putting your all into your response, you put your grown woman voice on, the same voice you used giving your Valedictorian, and you still were met with that loud ass, sassy ass, tone that Ony always used when you asked stupid shit.

“MOTHA FUKA NO!” He said, smoke leaving his mouth after every word, coughing as the question caught him off guard, smoke going through the wrong tubes, you could have sworn you seen the smoke leave through his ears.

“Fine.” You said grabbing your phone and texting his closest homie Connie who was also a plug that loved you like a little sister. Wasting no time, you grabbed your phone and ran to the door, ignoring Ony’s questions and angry comments, he was such an old head sometimes. You made your way down the south hall, and towards the common room where Connie said he was,feet tapping on the hallway floor, your fuzzy bed slippers slid down the tiles. Connie had no time to react to the hands that pulled him away from his chair, snatching the pre- roll from his hand, and he watched the hand that was connected to a girl who demanded,

“YOU WILL TEACH ME HOW TO SMOKE. NOW.” His hazel eyes widened, cheeks fixing themselves into a grin revealing his grill, glistening even in the horrible hallway light. His dimples were always the opposite of how he presented himself, all black sweatsuit and favorite pair of Black Cat sneakers on. He personality was almost too dark for his soft feautures, but it fit him. Before he could even answer, he realized that the girl was you, and it made him laugh even harder. Ony came down the hallway, his big ass feet echoed through the common area and you knew he would be on your ass.

So, like any sensible person, you ran away from the sexy scary black man looking for you.

He then booked it around the corner, closing in on you, and he grabbed you by your waist, hoisted you over his shoulder, giving your ass a tap as he jogged up the stairs like it was nothing.Opening the door, ignoring your protests and shutting it behind him.

“PUT ME DOWN NIGGA YOU GOT ME LOOKING LIKE A PICK ME IN THE HALLWAYS.” you complained, fixing your curly hair as it fell into your eyes. He then threw you on the couch, pillows flying, INCLUDING YOURSELF, from the impact. You bounced and laughed when you noticed  how angry he looked. But his furrowed brows, and sharp eyes made you realize that he was deadass…

Your life flashes before your eyes as you regained consciousness, you felt Ony’s hard thrusts into your tight pussy, expanding your walls and filling you all the way to the brim. You don’t exactly remember how you started having sex but you know that you initiated it for a fact. And he was even more upset when you tried to tap out after he ate you out.

So now, you found yourself face down into the pillows of the continuously bouncing couch, ass up, feeling his dick curve up into your spine.You twitched as you squeezed around his dick, biting your lip as your mouth watered, he grabbed your waist and thrusted harder, deeper. 

“Onyyyy I’m sorryyyy I- can’tttt uhh”

You breathed out, reaching your chubby hands behind you in an attempt to slow down the mean thrusts that your “bestfriend” ruthlessly gave you.

“Nah, you said you a big girl right?”-

He paused, sweat beaming down his glistening skin, the cold light of your kitchen illuminating your living room, revealing the secret that both you and the boy shared in the dead of night. But honestly, the fuck he gave you sounded nothing secretive, with your lewd moans, and the claps make by his thick bucking hips and the fat of your ass being loud enough to wake up a fuckin hibernating bear.

“Then take this big fuckin— shitttttt— Then take this big fuckin dick”

He said harshly, so harsh, you wanted to cry from overstimulation and his sassy ass attitude. He slapped your plump ass as you gasped in pain. Although you loved the pleasure, he went too hard and you couldn’t manage his thick private area :/

You decided to grab his thick hand that held your waist like he was holding the world, the harshest most loving touch you’ve felt. You squeezed hard, and looked behind you, lashes wet and clumping together, making eye contact with him. You watched as he bit his bottom lip and slowed down as you watched his facial expression change in realization.

Here he was, bullying your pretty fragile, inexperienced pussy, and you felt him pull out. Apologetic hands flooding your back, a trail of kissed leading up to your neck as he lightly flipped you over on your back so that he rested in between your legs, still hovering over you.

“Baby I’m so sorry I forgot I swear I didn’t mean it” he said kissing the fat of your cheeks. (the ones on your face nasty.)

You didn’t often see Ony so sappy and apologetic but it was obvious that he meant it, and who would you be to not throw a pity party?

Your bottom lip curled inwards as your eyebrows indented, you allowed your eyes to water and sniffle while you watched him kiss your tears away. 

“Ny that was mean…” you sniffles, rubbing your eyes like a cranky baby.

 *insert crocodile tears*

“I’m so sorry my love.. let me make it up to you.”

He said moving your hands, kissing your lips while he gently handled you.

“You gotta- *sniff* buy me sushi *sniff* n teach me how to roll and take me shopping,”

You demanded,your soft hands rubbing his templed while he pecked your face lightly.

~ “Whatever you want princess”

THE END!

I HOPE IT MET YOUR EXPECTATIONS!!!! -𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮 <3 @mya2real

[lemoncrushh]

Just for the Record

Summary: After returning home from a concert with Harry, you share a smoke and a bed.

Warnings: smut, pot smoking - 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1976

A/N: Another oldie from my 2016 collection. AU, Harry x reader.

The concert was amazing. You were practically running on adrenaline as you and Harry exited the venue and found his car, still bouncing on your heels to the tunes of the classic rock band lingering in your head.

Climbing into the passenger seat, you quickly found the playlist that Harry had made, wanting to immediately return to the feeling that the concert had given you. You felt him squeeze your hand after he turned down the street, giving you his dazzling smile.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked, his eyes dancing.

"The best!" you exclaimed, returning his grin. "It was so awesome!"

"I'm so glad you went with me," he declared. "I have so much fun with you."

You squeezed his hand back, scooting closer to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder before leaning back against your headrest.

"I think I might've gotten a bit of that secondhand smoke," you giggled.

"From that group behind us?" Harry smirked.

"Yeah. I could smell it the whole show. It was pretty strong."

Harry looked over at you. "Have you ever smoked?"

You shrugged. "A couple times. It's been a while."

"Did you like it?"

You started to reply with a yes before you stopped and eyed him. "Why?"

Harry expelled a nervous chuckle, his focus on the road ahead of him.

"Harry..." you turned in your seat to face him. "Do you smoke pot?"

He shifted a bit, cocking his head. "On occasion."

Your eyes widened. "Do you have some?"

He gazed over at you, his thumbs sliding down the steering wheel. "I might."

You gasped, your hands gripping your seatbelt. "Where?"

"It's not on me," he replied. "But I have some at home."

"Really?" you inquired softly. "Can we..."

Harry shrugged. "If you want."

You bit your lip, giving him a nod. When you made it back to his place, you followed Harry through his garage into the back door. Tossing his keys on the kitchen counter, he walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water, handing you one. After taking several large gulps, Harry grinned at you.

"Come 'ere," he said, gesturing for you to follow him to the bedroom.

You leaned against the door frame as you watched Harry pull out a drawer in his bedside table. Closing it, he turned around with a small box in his hands.

"C'mon, we'll go outside," he suggested, passing you and walking toward the back porch.

The night was warm, the sky completely clear. You shut the sliding door behind you as Harry set the box on the patio table. Sitting on the chair beside him, you watched as he opened the box, pulling out a rolled up bag full of the contents you'd been anticipating. Your mouth began to water when he took the rolling papers, sprinkling some of the cannabis inside. Once he had the joint rolled and secure, he lit it with a lighter, inhaling deeply.

He grinned as he handed it to you, blowing the smoke out slowly. You took it with only slight hesitation, for you were more excited than anything. Harry's gaze made you weak in the knees before the joint even met your lips. You hadn't really been dating that long - six weeks maybe? You liked him a lot, and you thought he liked you as well. But one thing was certain. You loved the way he looked at you.

You inhaled slowly, your eyes focused on him. When you blew out the smoke, you returned the joint to him. Feeling relaxed already, you crossed your legs in your seat, running your hands through your hair. You and Harry passed the joint back and forth, reminiscing about the evening's concert. He mentioned having all of the band's albums on vinyl, insisting that listening on vinyl was the only way to go. When you quirked a brow and said you'd love to see his collection, he was more than happy to oblige.

Setting the exhausted roach in a small ashtray, Harry stood, reaching his hand out to you. Taking it eagerly, you followed him back into the house, to his bedroom. You sat on his bed while he pulled out a stack of albums, laying them beside you. You giggled excitedly as you looked through them, picking your favorite and handing it to him. Understanding your request, Harry pulled the record out of the sleeve and placed it on the record player, dropping the needle on the first track.

You rolled over onto your stomach, studying the various album covers and their artwork. You were feeling good and at ease, knowing the pot was affecting you in a pleasant way. You felt the bed shift as Harry climbed onto it beside you. Looking up at him, you smiled.

"Here, let me move over," you offered, knowing you were lying in the middle of the bed.

"Don't you dare," he demanded, his eyelids heavy.

Your smile grew as you felt his hand graze down your back before pulling you closer to him, your hips touching. Propped up on your elbows, you stared at him as his face inched closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut when he leaned in to kiss you, his lips incredibly soft. You heard him sigh when he broke the kiss, the bed shifting again followed by the clunk of his boots hitting the floor. You kept your eyes closed as you heard him chuckle.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Never been better," you replied.

"Feeling good, yeah?"

Your eyes fluttered open to see him with a sexy smirk on his face. He was lying back on the pillow, his arm behind his head. His eyelids were mere slits now.

"Definitely."

You kicked off your own shoes and grabbed another album, examining the track listing on the back cover. In actuality, you were just pretending to read. Although you were cool as a cucumber from the weed, your heart was still beating a mile a minute.

"You sure you're okay?" you heard Harry repeat.

"Mmm hmm," you nodded, not taking your eyes off the record.

"Then why don't you come over here and kiss me?"

Just as you lifted your head to look at him, Harry tore the album out of your hands, tossing it on the floor. Your mouth opened in protest, not because you didn't want to kiss him, but because it was his record and you didn't want it damaged.

"It's fine," he muttered, knowing what you were about to say. "Come 'ere."

He pulled you to him, your chest colliding with his. His mouth covered yours hungrily, his tongue dipping inside. The weak-in-the-knees feeling you always got when he looked at you was nothing compared to the sensation of his kissing and touching you. Rolling over, you landed on top of him, straddling him. Harry's hands immediately found your hips, pushing his own against you as his mouth continued to devour yours.

You let out a slight moan as the friction between you became intense. Without warning, Harry's hands rounded the back of your cutoff shorts, sliding up your legs and underneath. The feeling was overwhelming, his hands like magic. Letting go of his lips, you gasped for air, your face still close to his that your noses were almost touching. You heard the music playing, though it seemed farther away, the sounds of your breathing and heartbeats being the main soundtrack.

This time Harry's hands slipped up your waist and under your shirt, gliding up your back and down again. The prick of goosebumps on your skin felt electric. You realized then that all of your senses were alert. You licked your lips and swallowed as you continued to stare into each other's eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Harry declared.

You blinked before sitting up and pulling your shirt up over your head. A breath puffed from his lips as his hands slid up your sides, cupping your lacy bra. Silently, you reached behind you to unhook it, letting it fall down your shoulders. Harry happily grabbed it and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.

Sitting up himself, he reached behind and removed his shirt, doing the same with it. Hurriedly finding your lips again, Harry ran his hands up your stomach to your naked breasts. This time you let out a louder sound that before, his touch almost more than you could bear.

"Harry..." you breathed.

"Yeah baby..." he said. "I want you so fucking bad."

A cross between a sigh and a giggle escaped your throat. "Me too."

"Then let's get these off of you," he groaned, tugging on your shorts.

You climbed off the bed and pulled your shorts down, followed by your panties. Harry barely took his eyes off you as he also stood from the bed and removed his jeans and boxers. Then biting his lip, he turned toward the bedside table, extracting a condom. You stared at him as he put it on before beckoning you back to the bed.

"Lie down, love," he instructed.

You did as you were told, your head finding the soft pillow behind you. As Harry hovered over you, you spread your legs, eagerly anticipating the feeling of him inside you. When his mouth met your neck, you closed your eyes, the room nearly swirling.

"Harry," you panted. "Now."

"Now what, baby?" he inquired, his assault on your neck getting more serious as you knew he had to be leaving marks.

"I need to feel you," you gulped a breath. "Inside me. Now."

Harry chuckled as he allowed his hand to slide down your chest, igniting your skin with fire until he reached the space between your legs. When his fingers met your clit, you threw your head back, crying his name again.

"Please," you begged.

Lifting his head, Harry's eyes were blazing, and not just from the previous activity. He wanted you just as badly, and you knew it.

With a lick of his lips, he positioned himself, aimed and ready at your center. With one slow, deep thrust, he entered you, causing you to release another cry.

"My God, you feel good!" you exclaimed as he began to pump faster.

The first side of the record had long stopped, the needle returning to its home position. It was now silent except for the music you were making together. Your toes curled against the bedding as your hands grasped desperately at Harry, every thrust driving you closer to your peak.

You felt incredibly wet, knowing you had to be just about dripping. Every single nerve ending tingled as Harry pushed harder. You wrapped your legs around him, needing to feel all of him, as deep as possible.

"Fuck!" Harry cried.

You inspected his face, his bottom lip captured between his teeth.

"God, I'm so close, baby."

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Come with me, yeah?"

You nodded, seconds before you felt the flutter in your core. You cursed loudly, grabbing hold of Harry's hips to guide them where you wanted them.

"Fuck...me!" you gasped, Harry moaning in agreement.

You came together then, calling each other's names. You trembled as your body came down from its high, Harry clutching you. He growled in your ear before rolling over onto his back. You watched as his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath.

"Amazing..." he managed to say.

"Yeah," you blinked at the ceiling.

You felt him grab your hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss it.

"Was it just me, or did you feel like everything was heightened?" he asked you.

"Not just you," you muttered. "It was intense."

"Yeah. We'll have to do that again."

You giggled. "Yes, please."

Harry chuckled, turning to face you, his hand under your ear.

"Just for the record...I love it when you beg."

a/n: not my best work, but fun nonetheless lol. rereading my old stuff is a mix of cringe and nostalgia lol. thanks for reading xo.

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[fayeforrosie]

Karaoke Nights

Yunjin x Fem! Reader

Already stressed from all of the busy work Yunjin was required to do for her album promotion, she seeks an escape at a Karaoke bar she habitually visits, not expecting to find the possible love of her life

Warnings- Cannabis usage, swearing, sexual content, mention of alcohol

Word Count- 3.4k

Yunjin’s eyes began to lower as her face contorted into a lazy smile, hair spread messily on the floor as she stared up at the spotted ceiling above, almost convinced that it had been spinning nearly two seconds ago.

The idol brought her blunt back up to her parted lips, inwardly inhaling as she closed her eyes and subsequently sighed out the smoke, where she no later felt the ease of the cannabis flow towards her head.

It was a busy day for Yunijn, to say the least, and it was an evident need for Yunjin to come home to a newly rolled blunt sitting beside her ashtray. During promotions, it was always hectic, and Yunjin knew she could never get herself through such a busy schedule without smoking at least three times a week.

She initially quit just before she debuted, seeing it as a distraction and could possibly ruin her chances at fulfilling her idealistic dreams. Nevertheless, maybe a distraction is just what she needed, so just when the promotions began for their first mini-album, Yunjin picked up her habits once again.

Her members knew about her imperfect ways of coping with her stress levels, and did their best to handle her situation to the best of their ability, whether it be spending their time with her in her dorm as a way of keeping her mind off of things such as weed and alcohol (but mostly weed). Kazuha even offered to get Yunjin special help from one of her family members, claiming they were an addiction therapist and helped immensely with drug users in the past.

“It’s not an addiction, it’s just a divertissement”, Yunjin would claim, half attempting to convince her member and half trying to convince herself.

Maybe it was a dependency, but Yunin couldn’t care less. As long as it wasn’t effecting her work during the day, she could get as high as she liked at night.

And that is what she was, as high as she liked herself to be.

“I’m going out”, Yunjin claimed as she stood up, not realizing that there was nobody surrounding her in the room, and she had just formally spoken to herself. The idol laughed out loud for her mistake before she slides her shirt on, that had previously occupied the floor, and makes her way to the living room, noticing her leader playing an intense game of monopoly with the youngest of the group.

“Hi”, Yunjin smiles widely, eyes crescent as she patted her leader on the head.

“Oh hello Ms. Huh, I smell a little something on you”, Chaewon smiles after she sniffs her members hand, smacking it away after doing so.

“I wonder what it is”, Yunjin smirks.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and clean yourself up”, Chaewon suggests as she rolls the two dice ahead of her onto the board, pumping her first in the air when she came to realize she had rolled doubles.

“Actually, I was going to go out”, Yunjin claims, already walking towards the front entry door.

“Um, to where? Dressed like that?”

“Can I come with?” Eunchae exhorts cheerfully.

“Just to walk around the city, and no you can not come, my little cutie”, Yunjin imitates a frowny face before throwing her car keys up in the air and reaching to grab them, however failing to do so as it comes crashing onto the hardwood floor.

“Whoops”, Yunjin laughs at her antics and picks them up, “tried to be cool there.”

Chaewon huffs air out of her nostrils, shaking her head and laughing at how stupid her member looked at the moment. Her eyes half open and her outfit seeming more for a club than a casual stroll through the city.

Yunjin already knew where she was going. She had the familiar directions set in her mind as she drove down the shaded road, adjacent to a local bar she frequented.

As Yunjin parked her car towards the back of the building, so no cameras could secretly take shots of where she’s been, she began to make her entrance through the back door.

“Yunjin, what’s up?” The owner happily greeted her at the sight of the idol, holding his hand out naturally for a fist bump.

“How’s it going Diego?" Yunjin spoke to the man, kindly returning his fist bump.

The idol took in the sight of the karaoke bar, neon lights illuminating the interior, decorations accompanying the graffitied walls, and the many booths aligned symmetrically, where she could faintly hear the sounds of voices inside the rooms.

Yunjin would often come here when dealing with her stress levels reaching to the point of anxiety. She found this place to be an escape, where the owner allowed her the same private booth each time, leaving the girl alone, free of charge, as she would keep herself entertained in the room with the sounds of her obnoxious singing and the horrific stench of her half-finished blunt.

“It is open?” Yunjin questions, silently imploring that nobody had selfishly taken the only thing that could keep her alive.

“You know it”, Diego smirks, leading the way to the booth just down the hall, searching his pockets for the keys before he later opens the wooden door for the girl.

“You’re the best, I love you”, Yunjin offers one more fist bump before Diego shuts the door and leaves the woman at her peace.

Admiring the sight of the familiar room, Yunjin sighs in relief to herself for finally arriving at her peace. She hadn’t came to this place in some time, probably about a month already, as she was too busy with her promotions for her groups newly released album, and found no time in her schedule to fit her own activities in.

Yunjin finds herself seated on the singular couch, hands reaching out as she skillfully rolled a new blunt for herself, not that she needed it at the moment given how high she already was, but depending on how long she stays at the place, she may need a backup.

“Perfect”, Yunjin smiles, where she later grabs the remote to the TV ahead of her and scrolls through the potential songs she could sing. She clicks her tongue with each lyric video she passes over, already haven done them during her previous visits, and throws her head back when she realizes that she’s too high to even come up with a song to sing, and all the songs appearing on the home screen she’s sang already.

Just when Yunjin is about to attempt to regain her focus on the music she wants to sing, trying desperately to reach her sober self so she could experience some fun for the night, her head raises at the sound of the wooden door to the booth opening. Just before she could yell at the person to get out, not wanting any fans, or random customers, to ruin her only time to herself, she catches a glimpse of the most alluring girl entering the room, where she noticed the girls eyes catch Yunjin's before she retraces her steps, backing up and muttering an apology, saying something along the lines of not knowing the booth was occupied.

Although Yunjin thought she would want any person to back off and leave her to be by herself, she didn’t want such a pretty girl (or maybe she was only average, and Yunjin was just high and horny) to slip through her fingers that quickly.  

“Hey wait!” Yunjin announces, not giving her mind enough time to think through what she wanted to say.

She sees you turn around, hand still on the doorknob, and a hopeful look adorning your expression.

“Do you want to stay?” Yunjin questions, and if someone was to guess whether she was sober or high based on that sentence, they would unquestionably guess that she hadn’t touched a single ounce of cannabis in her life.

“Oh um”, you turn to look outside, seeing if the idol was really talking to you.

You knew who the girl was. You had seen her all over posters throughout your city, noticing her groups songs playing endlessly at specific places you would stop by at, whether it be a coffee shop, a thrift store, or whatever place you would occupy yourself with.

Huh Yunjin was insanely famous, especially where you are, and anyone could pick out the idols features in a room full of people. You had always been a fan of the groups music, having a few of their songs added to your playlist, but you didn’t know much about the members, or what their personalities were like.

Certainly, you had not expected one of the members to be alone inside the booth you had been recently going to, an escape for you to get your mind off of things such as uni or work.

“Are you ok with that?” You ask gently, not wanting to push any boundaries.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t”, Yunjin states, and she knew she would have been much nicer, and a lot less rude, if she weren’t intoxicated at the moment. Unfortunately, her words flew off of her tongue before she could give herself the chance to determine if it was something alright to say.

“Oh”, you looked around once again, “sure.”

“Ok”, Yunjin smiles and pats the seat beside her, “I was trying to think of something to sing but I couldn’t, have anything in mind?”

You waltz your way over to the couch, comfortably taking the open spot next to the idol, immediately sensing the smell of weed infiltrate your nose, and you found yourself less surprised than you should have been, deeming it inevitable for an idol that endures so much pressure to naturally resort to drugs as a coping mechanism.

Yunjin noticed when the smell of weed came to you, and she picked up the blunt and brought it to you, offering you a hit wordlessly.

“Oh”, you waved your hands before her, “I don’t usually smoke.”

Yunjin keeps the blunt in front of you, as if she was refusing your decline.

“You don’t usually?” She asks.

You nod your head, furrowing your eyebrows at what she was trying to get at.

“So does that means you have before, if you don’t usually do it?”

She keeps the blunt in her grasp, ready for when you change your mind. Yunjin wanted you to be high with her. You were so ethereal, that being this high in front of you was utterly embarrassing to the idol, so if you were to smoke a little yourself, you would at least be in the same state as her.

“I guess yeah, I just don’t do it too often. Only at like parties or with friends. Or maybe for a special occasion”

Yunjin scoots closer to you, her leg now brushing against yours.

“Well, you’re with me... so you can say it’s a special occasion”, Yunjin holds the blunt now closer to you, hoping you give in and eventually take it for yourself.

“Why is that so special?” You question, possibly flirting if you were to look at it in such a way.

“Is it not special to be in a private room with the Huh Yunjin?”

Yunjin wants to crack you. She wants you to give in to her charm, fall to your knees and do anything she wants. If she were sober, she knows damn well she would have already flirted her way into pinning you up against the wall, hand half way up your thigh while the other was attached to your neck. But, being in this state, Yunjin needs to choose her words wisely, cautiously get you to the point of desperation.  

“Why don’t you show me why it’s so special?” You lean closer, face inches apart from hers. You could tell she was as high as a kite, her eyes barely open as she glares at you with such desire. You could tell she was into you already, being the only reason behind your confidence. Or you possibly were overthinking it, and maybe she was just a natural flirter when she was on some sort of drug. Technically, you didn’t know if she was into you, but you chose to play the hand you were delt.

Yunjin, seeing how close your face was, takes it as a sign to do what she is about to do, and she leans in closer to you, her lips now inches away from yours, and just before she can connect them, you instantly pull away with a smirk, turning your attention to the tv.

“I know what song to do”, you state proudly, noticing in the corner of your eye Yunjin’s hand running through her hair in frustration and shame.

You stand up, typing in “Hypnosis”, a newly released song by Ive, and as you hit play, Yunjin tugs you back down onto the couch smoothly.

“At least take a hit first”, Yunjin brings the blunt up to her face, sealing the end with her lips, inhaling the smoke, and before you could protest, Yunjin grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you in. You know what she is trying to do, and in all honesty, it aroused you, so you open your lips slightly and allow her to blow the smoke into your mouth, her top lip just barely grazing yours.

You felt a rush of excitement flow throughout your body, a response to not only the weed, but the proximity in which you were in with the idol. Her hand doesn’t leave the back of your neck, and as you release the smoke to float lifelessly in the air, your eyes open and connect with Yunjin’s.

“Another”, you state, and Yunjin wastes no time in bringing the blunt to her lips once again, this time taking an even longer hit than before.

You close your eyes and take in the smoke, the same elation from before redeeming itself once again. Your eyes begin to get heavy, settling to the same height as Yunjin’s, and you smile when the euphoria of the high knocks into your senses.

“Another.”

Yunjin does it once again, her hand never leaving the back of your neck, and after all the hits you’ve taken, the lust floating in the air finally catches onto you, and you feel yourself becoming desperate for the girl in front of you.

Yunjin can confidently say she has been desperate this entire time, throbbing as she blew the smoke into your lips and practically drooling in anticipation each time you made eye contact with you.

You were probably the prettiest, hottest, and sexiest girl she had ever seen, without a doubt, and even the weed can’t fog her mind into thinking so.

As Yunjin stares into your eyes, your expression matching hers, she feels as if she can’t hold it anymore, like she’s going to burst if she doesn’t have you at this exact moment.

The blunt is long forgotten on the table, knowingly being placed there, unbeknownst to you. However, you later find out the blunt is no longer in Yunjin’s hand when she brings her right hand up to your chin, her fingers holding the bottom while her thumb hovers over your lips.

You open your mouth slightly, seeing how close her thumb is, and Yunjin slowly brings her finger past your lips and into your mouth. You clasp your lips around her thumb, not breaking eye contact with the idol, and nor did she, staring into your eyes with evident and pure lust.

“Your the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen”, Yunjin mutters seductively.

“How sexy Yunjin?” You smirk after her thumb is released from your lips, now placed upon your cheek. You can guarantee yourself that if it wasn’t for the weed you had previously taken, you would have most definitely been on the ground by now, deceased by how flustered the woman made you.

Yunjin rubs the back of your neck with her other hand, “You want to know?”

“Tell me”, you respond, your attention now placed on Yunjin’s lips, as was hers.

“You’re so sexy, that all I’ve been able to think about the whole time you've been here, was how bad I need to be between your legs.”

If you weren’t already an aroused mess, that comment completely guaranteed how bad you needed this woman. How bad you wanted to taste her lips, and hear her speak to you so sexily while she was under you.

“All I can think about right now is how much I want to taste your lips”, you respond, and that’s what ignites Yunjin.

The idol leans in towards your lips, slowly connecting them to hers, smirking as she hears you moan into the kiss, anticipating for it to happen already. You grab onto her waist, opening your mouth to give her more access before she skillfully slips her tongue past your lips. You do the same, tongue brushing against hers as your hands roam her revealed waist.

Yunjin pulls you onto her lap, allowing you to straddle her while she brings one hand on your waist, guiding you to begin grinding on her. You do just that, allowing another moan to flow easily off your tongue when her lips detach from yours and move to your neck, Yunjin’s tongue running up and down your newly formed hickeys.

The music in the background has already shuffled to a few new songs, and you notice the one that began playing was Yunjin’s very own song, “Unforgiven”.

You giggle when you realize what was playing, and Yunjin breaks away from your neck to see what you were laughing at, instantly noticing the background music.

“You know this song?” You ask sarcastically, and Yunjin pecks your lips before saying she might know a little of it.

You laugh seeing Yunjin’s hurt expression when you climb off of her lap, looking as if she were a boy who’s balls had just been left blue. You reach across the table ahead of you and grab one of the microphones, putting it up to your swollen lips before you begin to obnoxiously sing along with the vocals originating from the tv.

“If you sing this song with me I’ll let you take me home”, you state with a sly wink, already walking over to her to hand her the disregarded microphone.

Yunjin roles her eyes, smiling shyly at how cute you were before she takes the microphone out of your hand, walking towards your figure, wrapping one arm around you as she sings her part of the song.

The two of you continue to sing the rest of the song, and a few more that follow along after it, and Yunjin had so much fun she almost forgot the time, and the gift of being able to take you home.

“Shit”, Yunjin states, and she releases herself from your hold before rushing over to her phone, hoping the time wouldn’t completely blow her away.

“Fuck Chaewon’s going to kill me!” Yunjin shouts, setting aside the sweaty microphone and swiftly throwing her jacket on.

“We have to go”, Yunjin states in a hurry, and your heart rather flutters at the thought of her truly taking you to her place, giving you the time of your life.

You grab your things from the couch with Yunjin still tugging on your hand, and the two of you erupt into a fit of laughter as you rush out of the building, hands still intertwining while you make your way into the car.

“My lady”, Yunjin jokes, holding the car door open for you with her arm extending out in one swift motion.

You giggle at her silly manner, leaning towards her and pecking the idols lips before you take your seat in her car.

While Yunjin feels the rush of heat rise to her cheeks, she shakes her head at the thought of how lucky she was to find a girl like you at such an unexpected time.  

And the two of you still have the whole night ahead of you.

~

DO NOT DRIVE UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!

Decided to take a break from the Karina series and write something for my girl Jen. I'm literally in love with her like it's not funny she's my girlfriend everyone else is delusional

[zombholic]

pls write a dealer!dina oneshot i’m begging you 😮‍💨

SHOTGUN — dina woodward

description — smut, mdi i will kill you, weed, weed and weed :).

“Dina, hurry up and roll one takin’ forever.” Your comment made her roll her eyes.

“Shut up or you’re not getting anymore pretty girl discounts.” She pinched the roll, licking it then sealing it off.

Fuck that was hot.

She held the joint between her lips, grabbing her lighter, inhaling the cannabis like she was drinking water. Dina always had the best tolerance, she can smoke a whole roll and sit there normally while a couple hits had you red eyed and giggly.

Passing it over to you she slumped back into the couch, manspreading with one of her arms around the arm and the other holding her phone. There was no need for you to look at your best friend like this, but fuck you had such a school girl crush on her.

“Fuck that burned.” You let out a dry cough, grabbing your water bottle quickly chugging it down.

You guys sat quietly while watching a scary movie, her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as your head leaned on her shoulder. Quite honestly you were just zoned out, the weed had fogged your brain and you had no idea what was going on.

“Dude, lemme try something with you real quick.” You turned your head to look up at her.

“Hm?” Dina took a lengthy hit of the joint.

She grabbed your jaw signaling you to open your mouth, following her instructions she blew the smoke into your mouth, her tired face barely inches away from you. Instinctively you inhaled the shotgun, eyes half lidded as they bounced from every feature of her face.

“Fuck that was hot.” She chuckled as you blew the smoke in her face with a giggle.

Her hand still wrapped around your jaw had you losing your fucking mind, as if she knew what was going on in your mind she pressed her lips against yours. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, she pushed you back to lay down on the couch never breaking the heated kiss.

Her fingers wrapped around your neck, moving your head to the side as she kissed down your neck biting and sucking on your soft flesh. She trailed back up to your swollen lips, her knee spreading your legs apart applying pressure to your aching core causing a small whimper to escape in the kiss.

“Aw, baby was that a moan?” She tried to bite back her cocky grin looking at your pretty face.

“Shut up.” You whined hiding your face in your arms.

She tsk’d, grabbing your wrists in her hands and pinning them to the side of your head, her eyes were bloodshot red but fuck she looked so good like that.

“Such a pretty girl.” She was quick to help you take your shirt off throwing it on the floor leaving you in your black bra, fuck why did it drive her mad?

“You’re fucking breathtaking baby.” Her warm hands slid behind your back unclasping your bra and watching it fall off.

The look on her face when she saw your tits made you squirm, your stomach doing backflips. Dina’s hands were quick to cup them in her hands, her lips leaving kisses down your collarbone to the valley of your chest.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like anything okay?” You nodded your head biting your bottom lip feeling the arousal pool between your panties.

She wrapped her lips around your nipple, her tongue rolling around the bud sucking and pulling it making a popping sound. You didn’t even notice the way you were now grinding against her thigh, needing her so bad it hurt.

“You look so pathetic grinding on me like that baby.” Her words made you whine, only making you grind on her faster.

Trailing down kisses to your stomach she slid your shorts down your legs along with your panties, she placed your legs over shoulders leaving little hickeys on your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease.” You huffed out pushing your hips up to her face.

That earned you a hard slap on your thighs, Dina has heavy hands and fuck they leave bruises if she slaps you.

“Tell me what to do one more time and I’ll make sure you’re fucking crying.” God when she’s mean it makes your brain go numb.

Her thumb sliding from your soaking slit to your aching clit, your stomach sucking in as your breath hitched, you needed more.

“Did I make you this wet baby? s’needy for me.” Her two fingers toying with your slit, your hips bucking up slightly just dying for anything.

“Mhm, yeah..” Your voice was shaky just like the way your legs would slightly tremble from her mouth was so close to where she was needed.

“Pathetic, so fucking pathetic.” Her fingers easily slid inside your pussy, curling them just right your fingers quickly gripped onto Dina’s black hair.

“Oh- fuck D..” Moans were consuming your mouth as she quickend her pace inside your squelching, tight walls.

Her tongue running small circles around your clit had you crying out her name so beautifully, the way her lips now sucked on your puffy bud and her fingers deep inside your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her dark ones watching all the gorgeous expressions you were making, drove her mad knowing she was making you shake like this.

“Mm’fuck! Dina please m’gonna cum!” You squealed throwing your head back feeling the tightness in your stomach growing stronger.

“Beg baby, beg or you won’t cum.” She slipped her third finger inside your pussy, feeling the way you would clench around her fingers.

“Please, please let me cum Dina, you’re fucking me s’good— please!”

“Such a good girl, cum in my mouth baby.” Her words alone made you cry out her name, your legs closing around her head.

“M’cumming D, fuck i’m cumming.” Your mouth was hung open, fingers tightened around her roots it made her own eyes roll back.

“Did so good for me baby, s’fucking good.” She slipped her fingers that were coated in your cum, her tongue lapping up every last bit of you.

“Fuck, no D m’sensitive!” You almost screamed trying to push her head away.

“Taste so good baby.” She hovered over your fucked out face, she swore her heart skipped a beat looking at you like this.

[zeroeightzeroone]

the highs and lows - han jisung

genre: hurt/comfort, platonic soulmates

characters: bestfriend!hanjisung and fem!reader

warnings: recreational use of cannabis

wc ~1.8k | moodboard

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leaning your head against the balcony doors, you bring your knees up to your chest as a deep breath expels from your lips. beside you, jisung–your best friend–is seated with his legs splayed out in front of him, the both of you gazing off into the distance. everything around looks tiny due to jisung living on a higher floor. you hear the boy inhale deeply before holding his breath for a moment, his whole body relaxing as his lips part and release the smoke. lazily, his head rolls towards you as he hands over the blunt hanging between his two fingers.

this time, you're the one placing the end between your lips to take a drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. whilst you're preoccupied, jisung takes his opportunity to speak.

"so, what's wrong?"

your lips part, puffing the smoke out into the air. without looking in his direction, you hand the blunt over.

"nothing," you cough, "why would something be wrong?"

he takes another hit before speaking, "c'mon. it's me you're talking to you."

you turn to look at him, starting to feel the high kick in slowly. when his equally as hooded eyes lock with yours, you click your tongue, diverting your eyes back to the blunt; silently telling jisung to hand it over.

"you say you're coming over, out of nowhere at nearly one in the morning. no context. now here you are, it's—" he checks his phone, "almost two in the morning and we're getting high."

you exhale, "yes and? i can't spontaneously come to see my best friend and get high?"

"haha," he deadpans.

jisung rolls his eyes, facing forward with a gentle grin as he takes another hit of the blunt between his fingers. you listen to him huff, watching the puff of smoke dissipate in the air and eventually disappearing into the atmosphere.

"but y'know, if there is something wrong. i'm all ears. ready when you are."

from the corner of his eyes, jisung sees you nod slowly instead of verbally acknowledging his words. the air between you two falls quiet but it's a comfortable silence, you feel at ease. sure, the weed helps with the latter but jisung's your best friend, the person you feel the most comfortable and relaxed around. if you were asked to name someone you trust more than the dark-haired boy sitting next to you, you probably wouldn't be able to form an answer.

your eyes move from the sea of buildings and to the sky where you gaze up at the moon and stars. your heavy, hooded eyes lingering on the handful of stars you're able to see shining above through the light pollution of the city. no words are exchanged between you and jisung, just the blunt. every couple of minutes you're taking turns hitting the spliff, feeling your body relax as the euphoria takes over. despite the weight you held in your heart earlier, you're starting to feel weightless.

"i'm fully convinced that i'm going to end up alone."

the boy beside you blinks slowly, processing your words before asking, "why's that?"

taking another drag before passing it over, you shrug as you let your arms hang over your knees.

"i mean… my first relationship lasted like–what? almost four years and he was toxic as hell. here i am, years later and i'm still going through the trauma."

jisung hums in response.

"then the second one," you pause to chuckle at yourself foolishly, "god… i thought he was gonna be the last."

you purse your lips together with a sigh.

"i thought he was my soulmate–as stupid and cheesy as that sounds. i put so much of myself into both of those relationships and they just… failed."

you exhale a big smoke cloud.

"isn't that stupid? thinking he was my soulmate or some shit. just 'cos every year he–somehow–crawled back into my life. now two years have passed since we broke up, two years where he hasn't popped up again."

jisung takes another hit, listening to everything you're saying and allowing you to let it all out.

"then all our friends are in relationships, most of them starting off dating apps and now they've been together for years," you say with a slightly aggravated tone, "i've tried those apps too and nothing! here i am, alone."

you click your tongue again as you gather your thoughts.

"what if that's my fate? to be alone? what if my past relationships have fucked me up so bad that i never find love again? what if there's no one out there for me?"

this time when you puff out the smoke, your breath comes out shaky.

"don't think like that," jisung finally says.

"it's hard not to, after everything."

"i get that," the smoke leaves his lips as he speaks, "but i believe that there's a person out there for you, maybe you've already met them or you have yet to cross paths."

you throw your head back in exaggeration, hands clasped together as you plead, "please universe. make whoever this is–the one who's meant for me–known."

jisung shakes his head with a lazy chuckle, passing you the joint when you unclasp your hands.

"if only it was that easy."

pursing your lips together in a sad pout, you respond with a nod before placing the mouthpiece between your lips and breathing in.

"you might not believe it right now. but one day, that person will make themselves known. the amount of love and devotion you gave your exes, your person will give it back to you–tenfold."

you hum, "that'd be nice."

"when they come around, they'll hold onto you so tight and do everything in their power not to lose you," a lazy smirk adorns your lips at the thought, "knowing you, you'll ask them–where have you been all my life?–but at the same time, you'll look back on your life thus far and feel happy that you've made it this far."

"if only i could fast forward to that point."

"you and me both," jisung blinks slowly, eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot, "hey. don't let those losers convince you that you won't find someone. they're not worth a two a.m. existential crisis."

you sigh, "i know. but they're still losers i dated, and spent a substantial amount of time with. ugh."

"mistakes. you live and you learn, one day i'll be the right choice."

"y'know," you cough lightly, "even though i'm saying all this about being alone, i don't think im ready to jump into another relationship… i'm scared."

your best friend bops his head up and down slowly, "scared?"

jisung decides it's time to put the blunt out when the hit he takes burns a bit more than usual.

"scared of getting hurt," you watch as he puts out the joint, blowing on it to make sure it's completely extinguished, "especially like– getting hurt over someone who wasn't worth all that time and effort? y'know?"

"i mean… i think that you've been through enough shit to know when to get the hell out," jisung tells you as he turns his whole body to face yours, no longer worrying about blowing smoke in your face, "and i think being scared could be a good thing?"

you narrow your eyes at him, "how so?"

"it means you'll be careful. you'll be careful with who you choose to put that time and effort into. you'll use your experience to weed out the assholes that don't deserve you."

"do i really have that wisdom?"

he shrugs, "a slippery slope there."

you feign offence, smacking jisung with the back of your hand prompting an exaggerated expression of pain from him. despite the subject of conversation being a bit heavy, your whole body feels weightless as you burst into a fit of giggles that rubs off onto jisung. moments later, you're both gripping your aching stomachs, trying your hardest to come down from your laughing fit with any semblance of sober control you can grasp.

jisung comes to before you're able to, sighing in exhaustion before speaking, "i'm always gonna be here, y'know?"

you flash jisung a lopsided, toothy smile, "i know."

"so even if you can't see it, i will. i'll be the one to tell your stubborn ass that whoever you're seeing–ain't shit."

jisung reaches over, taking your hand in his and gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb; a comforting gesture he's done since the beginning of your friendship. you feel your body relax, slouching as you lean your head on the door.

"i saw somewhere that you can have multiple soulmates."

your ears perk up at the sudden information, and the newfound curiosity on your face prompts jisung to continue.

"yeah. it's not just a romantic soulmate. a platonic one too."

you nod, your lips parted in awe.

"they say it's like your souls are bound together, you just get each other. you meet them and it's like you've known each other your entire lives."

he continues, there's a sparkle in his glossy, bloodshot eyes.

"i'd like to think that, that feeling of connection already there comes from knowing each other from past lives. y'know what that means?"

you narrow your eyes at him playfully, "what? that you're my platonic soulmate?"

jisung flashes you a thumbs-up with his free hand.

"yes and, that no matter how fucking annoyed we get with each other. it's just inescapable, our souls are bound together to be each other's annoying ass best friends in each life."

he places his free hand on his heart as if he's making a pledge.

"for i, han jisung, am your kindred soul in a best friend," he announces, "you'll never be alone. not on my watch."

"and for i, y/n y/l/n, as your kindred soul in a best friend," you place your own freehand on your heart, "promise to annoy the absolute shit out of you in this life, and the next."

he leans over and flicks your forehead, inflicting a little yelp from you.

"and i'll be there in each life, knocking some sense into your stubborn ass. who better to help you weed out losers that don't deserve you than your best-fated friend forever?"

you gag exaggeratedly at his new self-assigned best friend tag, "who better than a loser himself."

he goes to flick your forehead again but you squeal and try to evade the incoming attack. jisung retreats his attack, looking at you with a playful glare.

"but, i wouldn't have it any other way."

"what do you say now?"

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "what? thank you?"

"and?"

he uses his free hand to gesture for you to continue, which does absolutely nothing for your confusion. with a defeated sigh, he shakes his head before filling the blanks in for you.

"and i love you."

you dart your head back, giving your best friend a side-eye. your whole body cringing with disgust, you clear your throat, "thank you. i… love you too?… i guess?"

jisung rolls his eyes at you and purses his lips together in a pronounced pout.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. i love you too, my best-fated friend forever."

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[kenny-the-ken]

Nights Like These

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT!! NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS!! What's up sexy cunts?! Long time no see!! I'm so so sorry for my absence, I've had some writer's block issues lately, I really wanna apologise and thank you guys for sticking with me!! Enjoy 🤭

Warnings!!: swearing, drugs, oral female and male receiving

Peaceful was the best way to describe the feeling and vibe of the entire situation. You sat long ways on your couch, legs stretched out with Kenny sat behind you, his pale, slender arms wrapped around your waist, chest flush with your back, you could feel his warmth, surrounding you in a blanket of security. You weren't going to lie and say that your relationship was perfect, in reality, no relationship was. People often blindsided through rose tinted glasses, that everything in their life was perfect, but that was all falsified information. Others only spoke of the good, never the bad. You and Kenny however, no matter how good, or how bad, you'd always find yourself returned to each other's arms, bodies flush, and minds at ease together.

You were watching The Office, the flickers of the almost burnt out candle, the only other light source aside from the television, lighting up your small living room. The ashtray sat atop your lap, a joint between your fingers, the crackling embers of burning tobacco and cannabis growing brighter as you inhaled, the smoke cascading down your throat and into your lungs, giving them a pleasing warmth, before exhaling the cloud of grey smoke. It danced in swirls around you, standing out against the bright TV screen. Kenny's chest rippled against your back as he laughed at the show, his grip tightening on you momentarily as you passed the joint to him by placing it between his pale pink lips that were dampened slightly by his saliva. “I love you.” You whispered, your head turned as best you could to gaze at your boyfriend's face.

And on the exhale of his first drag of the joint, Kenny grinned, “I love you too, baby.” His words were hushed, ashing the joint against the ashtray, taking another long drag, as his hand that had lingered on your hip moved, never breaking contact from your body once, to gently cup your breast in his hand, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple between them through your loose pyjama top. “Always so touchy, McCormick.” You teased, a playful smile pulling at your lips. “And don't act as though you don't enjoy it, love.”

And you knew he was right. There was absolutely no denying that fact. You wanted him already, and he'd barely even touched you. His head turned, lowering to your neck, your head instinctively lolling to the side, allowing the blond to nip and suck at your sensitive skin. “Kenny.” You whined, feeling him press closer against you, feeling his bulge pressed up against your lower back. “What, love? I don't seem to hear you complaining.” He replied, his voice husky and low, whispering against your neck. Your voice caught in your throat when his hand slid from your hip to just above your pussy. “Fuck.” You breathed out, a small smile on your lips, feeling Kenny's mouth still work on your neck, his fingers still teasing your nipples through your top.

“Maybe you should take this off.” Kenny's voice was low and husky, his warm breath tickling your sensitive neck. And you gratefully obliged, pulling your pyjama top from your body, tossing it to the floor. “That's better, baby. Now c’mere.” The blond beckoned, his eyes half lidded, and gaze fully fixated on your breasts. Kenny was never one to keep his hands to himself where you were concerned, both hands were immediately gripping at your chest, kneading the soft skin between his large, calloused hands, a growl emitting from his throat, practically lunging at you, pushing you backwards till your back landed into the leather couch.

Watching the blond pull his clothes from his thin frame was a sight that you would never get bored of, he was ethereal, his blond hair turning golden in the dim flickers from the candle sat atop the fireplace. “I want you laying on top of me, we're gonna sixty nine.” Kenny smirked, your eyes blowing out in shock, your hand covering your mouth and blush stained cheeks as you giggled a little. “I've never done that before, Ken. I don't know what I'm doing!” You exclaimed, Kenny's hands gripping your ass to lift you up, your legs wrapped around his small waist. “And neither have I, so if it sucks, we'll suck together, okay baby girl?” Earning a shy nod in agreement from yourself, before your lips were pressed together for a deep, intimate kiss.

Your tongues danced together, earning small huffs and moans from both of you, as Kenny lay down on the sofa, with you sat on top of his waist. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, nothing but your thin pyjama shorts and panties separating your skin from Kenny's. “Take those off and then bring that pussy over here.” He purred, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he watched you with anticipation, and once they were off, Kenny's hands were back, griping you hard enough to leave bruises, and helping you get into the correct position.

“You ready, sweetheart?” The name that sounded so innocent and sickly sweet in this moment sent throbs through your pussy. He knew you were desperate, and it was clear he was too. Kenny gripped at your hips, pulling your body down, your chest laying flush against his lower abdomen, legs bent beside the blond’s head, his face disappearing between your thighs, licking a long stripe along your pussy, and the first taste made him hungry for more. “You taste so good, Princess.” Kenny mumbled, his mouth going straight back to work on your pussy, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud of nerves. Your eyes widened, a long moan escaping your parted lips.

You could barely focus on anything but the pleasure that was pumping through your body, and all of it from Kenny, and it was time to make him feel just as good as you did. Taking his cock in your hands, sticking your tongue out, kitten licking the very tip of his cock, making his hips rise up, chasing for more. What he didn't expect was for your lips to wrap around his head, swirling your tongue around it before taking as much as you could into your mouth, earning a choked, deep moan to leave Kenny's lips that were currently slick with your juices and his saliva. The vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

Kenny's tongue pushed into your tight heat, causing you to moan around the blond’s length. His hands were groping your ass, delivering a sharp slap to it. “Such a slut for me, aren't you?” The blond hissed, inserting a long, thin digit inside you, and pumping it in and out, still continuing to suck, and swirl his tongue around your clit. “Y-Yes, daddy.” You replied, pulling away momentarily before taking his length back into your mouth, your tongue flattening and cheeks hollowing to create perfect suction around him, and when you started bobbing your head up and down, you felt the low groans and grunts leaving your partner’s otherwise occupied mouth.

Two fingers were inside you, pumping in and out and crooking against your g spot, a gasp leaving you, causing Kenny's cock to slip slightly further into your mouth, and when you gagged and swallowed as best as you could with your mouth still full, earning a strangled moan from Kenny who was still lapping at your wetness, his eyebrows furrowed and fully concentrated on the task at hand.

It wasn't long before you both had a familiar knot that was steadily untying itself inside you both. The deep, guttural moans from Kenny, mingling perfectly with your own high pitched moans and gasps. The smell of sex filled the room mixed with gingerbread from the candle that had finally burnt itself out. “I-I’m close, Ken.” You managed to gasp. Kenny hummed in response, “Cum for me, slut.” He whispered against your cunt, his mouth instantly getting back to work on you. His fingers were curling inside you, pumping at a steady pace in and out of your hole, his tongue still circling your clit, and your head was bobbing up and down at a steady pace, with Kenny's desperate thrusts pushing his cock further down your throat, till finally with a final cry from you both, your orgasms crashed you back down to earth. “F-Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” Kenny groaned, a long moan leaving his mouth as his cock shot ropes of white cum down your throat, and once you'd swallowed you could finally call out for him, your orgasm having your head spinning, Kenny's name rolling off your tongue like a mantra, and he kept his mouth firmly on you even after you'd came, licking up every drop of your essence.

And once both of you had finally calmed your breathing, you got off the tall blond, who lay smirking, leaning over to pluck the long forgotten joint from the ashtray, and lighting it back up again, taking a long drag from it. “C’mere.” He whispered, holding his arms out, as your settled yourself on top of him, your head resting in the crook of his neck, your bodies flush once more. “I love you.” Kenny muttered sleepily, placing the joint between your lips, as you had done for him earlier. You took a long drag, exhaling the thick smoke before pressing your lips to his, before pulling away and grinning at him. “I love you too, pretty boy.”

[handeaux]

Your Great-Grandparents Huffed Laughing Gas, And People Paid To See Them Trip

For the height of entertainment, early Cincinnatians enjoyed dropping by one of the local museums to watch their fellow citizens get stoned. The intoxicating agent was not cannabis or opium or shrooms, although all were readily available, but nitrous oxide or “laughing gas.”

The Western Museum started the trend. Founded in 1818 as one of the earliest scientific museums in the United States, the Western Museum is the ancestor of our Museum Center at Union Terminal. Regardless of its heritage, the institution struggled throughout its existence. Although stocked with fossils, minerals, Native American artifacts and animal specimens, the most popular attractions were grotesque wax figures and monstrosities like two-headed piglets and eight-legged lambs.

The museum directors, Robert Best and Joseph Dorfeuille, soon learned that lectures on scientific topics sold more tickets if they tacked a laughing gas demonstration onto the end of the program. An advertisement in the Liberty Hall and Cincinnati Gazette [30 November 1822] is typical:

“Messrs. Best and Dorfeuille will lecture on various departments of Natural History, and Natural Science, the latter to be illustrated by a great variety of amusing and instructing experiments; among others, they will frequently repeat the administration of the Nitrous Oxide, which has always proved in so high a degree interesting.”

By 1834, the Western Museum had replaced laughing gas with a waxworks replica of Dante’s Inferno, and found a young man to spice up the infernal regions with flashpots and fireworks. His name was Samuel Colt, and he would later build a huge firearms company. While he lived in Cincinnati, however, Colt was a 20-year-old hustler fascinated by laughing gas. He billed himself as “the Celebrated Dr. Coult of New York, London and Calcutta,” and pumped nitrous oxide into anyone who paid for a ticket. His on-stage antics here made news far away. The Albany, New York, Argus [30 July 1833] reported:

“A certain Dr. Coult is administering the nitrous oxyde gas at Cincinnati, and by way of making the entertainment ‘peculiarly attractive,’ the gas is inhaled by a ‘curiously deformed black man.’”

The Daily Cincinnati Republican & Commercial Register [6 November 1834] assured readers that Dr. Coult’s exhibitions at Frederick Frank’s art gallery on Front Street contained “not the least shade of impropriety,” and insisted – no matter how entertaining the effects – this was all about science:

“Dr. Coult’s exhibition presents some of the most pleasing and laughable scenes one can well imagine. – Although the peculiar effects of Nitrous Oxide keeps the audience in a state of almost continual merriment, yet there is a great chance for the learned and curious to exhaust all their wits in sober contemplation of the effects of Nitrous Oxide upon the human system.”

Although nitrous oxide had been known and described by English scientists in the 1700s, the gas remained a psychotropic curiosity until its anesthetic properties were discovered in the 1840s. Its potential as an pain reliever was discovered during an on-stage performance by a medical school dropout named Gardner Quincy Colton. Although Colton later built a dental empire by promoting laughing gas for tooth extractions, he stuck with his profitable stage shows for years. In October 1847, Colton filled the auditorium of Cincinnati’s Melodeon Hall over several nights and the Cincinnati Commercial [2 October 1847] reported on the effects of his laughing gas on some selected subjects.

“The effects were different upon different individuals. “A. after the gas bag was removed from his lips, he stood for a moment, staggered about the stage, and finally fell to the floor. “B. commenced dancing a regular hoe-down with arms and legs in the most violent motion, leaping with all his might into the air, and exhibiting the most tremendous strength. This he continued until the excitement wore off. “C., a young merchant on Liberty street, of slight build, at some imaginary insult became enraged and commenced a furious battle upon those on the stage. Small as he was, it took five or six stout men to hold him until the effects of the gas passed away.”

Another subject was rendered “wonderfully polite and self-complacent” and wandered about the stage, rubbing his hands and bowing to the audience, while the next man up erupted in “silly laughter” while staring dumbly at the assembled onlookers. One young lawyer inhaled deeply, then stood in the most erect posture and recited a poem by William Cullen Bryant. According to the Commercial:

“The effects of the Gas lasted from two to five minutes, and seemed to pass off suddenly, dropping the taker of it down from the highest heaven to earth in an instant. We do not know why this gas should be called laughing gas. Most of the persons who took it on Tuesday evening were most solemnly serious. The whole performance passed off remarkably well, nothing occurring of the least unpleasant nature.”

Twenty years later, Doctor Colton was quite successful with his dental franchises, but still presented public demonstrations. On his 1866 tour through the Queen City, Colton not only recruited women as his subjects, but used them to promote his dental practice. An advertisement in the Cincinnati Gazette [17 April 1866] provides a rather shocking description of his show:

“On the above occasion, after the lecture, twelve ladies will inhale the gas, showing its amusing effects. Breathed in small doses, it exhilarates and develops the character. After which Dr. C. will administer it to several ladies in larger doses, producing profound anesthetic sleep during which he will extract their teeth without their knowledge. He will demonstrate that he has ‘a blessing’ to offer to the citizens of Cincinnati.”

Inevitably, once society latches onto some new exhilarant, reports emerge that insanity lurks within the depths of recreational chemistry. Call it the “Reefer Madness” effect. A Mrs. John Boyer of Cumminsville was sent to Cincinnati’s Longview Hospital for the insane in 1871 after weeks of increasingly erratic behavior were attributed to getting a tooth pulled by a Sixth-Street dentist using laughing gas. In 1867, the death of a Mrs. Bolum on Accommodation Street was found, on the result of autopsy, to have been caused by a strangulated hernia, but her family insisted it was dental nitrous oxide. And the Cincinnati Star [30 September 1876] carried this squib:

“There’s a young woman living in Glendale who, her relatives say, has become mildly insane by the use of laughing gas.”

Wasn’t that the whole point of huffing it anyway?

[csprslvt]

teacher's aide.

new series alert! you and i, and her has officially come to an end (unless i decide to go back to it or am requested too) i have decided to write something a little lighter, more for fun! teacher aide is a collage au featuring volleyball player abby and campus dealer ellie. couldn't decide who i wanted reader to end up with so, why not make them fight for your attention? sounds good 2 me!

Chapter one

Summary: reader is a teacher's aide and struggles to keep professionalism with two of her students.

Warnings: drug use(weed), mentions of sex, foul language, reader is described is slightly described as wearing "girly" shoes/clothes and shorter than abby but it completely unknown other than that when it comes to skin tone, hair type, etc.

Being in University was a lot, especially being a Physics major and teacher aid for the same subject. You loved it, it was your passion and your professor was great. Its just the fucking students that drove you crazy.

So here you were, on the doorstep of Ellie Williams’ dorm, once again.

Was it wrong to smoke with one of your students? Probably yes. But right now with the amount of people accidentally setting fire during one of the labs where you specifically told them to keep substance A away from substance E because it could cause ignition, you could care less about morals.

Besides, Ellie was a friend. Maybe this was unprofessional but caring was beyond you right now.

The door opened before you could even knock. Ellie’s eyes lit up when she saw you and a smirk grew on her face.

“Come to see me again? It's the third time this week.”

“How’d you know it was me?” You questioned her, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“I could hear your heels clicking from miles away babe.” 

“They're platforms, not heels.”

“Whatever shoes are shoes.”

“Of course you think that with your raggedy ass converse.”

“Damn professor, no need to attack me like that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I'm stressed.”

“Now that I can help, come sit.” Ellie led you in and she grabbed her electric dab rig, filling it with some wax. You sat on her bed, watching her prepare the rig. She took the liberty of opening the windows and stuffing a towel under the door to prevent the smell from escaping. 

“Extra cautious this time huh.”

“Well last time I used the rig it stank so bad it leaked into the common area. But it's your favorite, so we’re using it.”

Ellie handed you the rig and you grabbed it with greedy hands. Inhaling and exhaling, you felt smoke filling your lungs and after a few minutes you were completely relaxed. Dabs always hit the best. They were your favorite for that reason.

Ellie hit it after you, she was kind of an expert at it, when she was high you could hardly tell. You were sure she attended your classes baked. She always said it helped her focus. She took a few puffs and then got up, grabbing something from the mini fridge. Somewhere along the lines of your meetings she started to get your favorite snacks from when you got the munchies. She was caring for sure, or maybe she got tired of hearing your high self complain of cravings for edible cookie dough.

You felt so…content. It was like gravity was so much stronger, slowing your movements, your muscles were relaxed like jelly. You flopped down on Ellie’s bed on her constellation themed bed sheets. It smelt of her, laundry detergent and cannabis. It didn't seem like a pleasant combination, but it always soothed you.

“Gimme my cookie dough.” you mumbled and Ellie smiled. She loved when you were like this in front of her, happy, stress free, maybe a little vulnerable. She handed you the jar of Tollhouse edible cookie dough she had personally paid for. You immediately dug in and seeing you so joyful made her stomach turn in the most lovely way possible. She didn't know how you hadn't realized how much she liked you. She let you use her personal stash for free, bought you snacks, called you babe. But you were as oblivious as ever. Hiding under this mask of professionalism, never letting her get close enough unless you were high.

“My fucking students are drivin’ me nuts Els.”

Els. Oh she loved it when you called her Els.

“What’d they do babe?” 

“They almost set the lab on fire after I warned them a hundred million trillion times to not mix substance A and E because it would cause ignition. And they care too much about looking cute to put on their googles so fucking whats his name got baking soda in his eye! And whose fault did that come down to? Me!”

“What's his name?”

“The crusty dude with a receding hairline, he thinks he's hot shit.”

“Owen?”

“Yes! Fucking Owen!”

Ellie threw her head back in laughter, you were such a kind, patient person to all of your students seeing this side of you was amusing.

“His hairline isn't that bad.”

“Dude he's like 20 something and looks 38.”

The smile Ellie had never left her face.

“Okay yea, good point.”

After eating, you ended up falling asleep. Sleeping in your students' bed? Probably also bad, cuddling with her, was probably even worse. But you blamed it on the drugs, on how tiny the bed was. You always snuck out while Ellie was still asleep, she didn't seem to mind. And though you were treating her like a booty call minus the sex and replace it with smoking she didn't really act like it bothered her. So, you assumed she didn't care. 

That was the thing though, she couldn't help but to be disappointed every time she woke up alone. She just hid it well.

You snuck out of Ellie’s bed, escaping from her grasp on your waist. It was nearly 6 am. You had been out for many hours and you had a class to get to at 8. You left the dorm, shutting the door behind you gently and as you walked out, someone caught your eye, watching you.

Abby Anderson,med student and captain of the volleyball team. Also, one of your students. She raised an eyebrow at your disheveled appearance. Fuck, you looked like you were doing the walk of shame.  You ignored her, pretending like you didn't make eye contact and left quickly for your own dorm. It wasn't too far away from Ellies, maybe an 8 minute walk. You showered, got ready and studied before class, same routine as always.

When it was time for work you were exhausted so you stopped by Ruston Coffee for a pick me up.

Upon entering once again, was Abby Anderson, she probably had the same idea as you, stopping to get a cold brew to stay awake. Still you didn't want to interact with her beyond professional reasons especially since she caught you sneaking out of Ellie’s dorm.

Your luck must've run out though, because she approached you, standing tall in a black wife beater and jeans, hair in her signature braid she took in your appearance. 

“So… Ellie Williams huh.” 

“Not even a hello before you interrogate me huh.” You responded, looking up at her. If you were anyone else you’d be intimidated by her muscular arms and snarky smile. But this was Abby, and you kept an eye on your students, you knew she was just like any other, she often cracked jokes and laughed in class with her friends, Owen and Mel. You weren't afraid.

“You got me there y/n I suppose I'm feeling a bit nosey. I saw you sneak out bright and early.”

“Stalker.” 

“So you're not denying it.”

“You know Anderson with the amount you're questioning me about my sex life I would say you wanna take me on a date too.”

Abby smiled, “Maybe I do.” 

You didn't expect that. You didn't have time to respond before your name was called for your order, you quickly turned away from her and grabbed it. Fleeing as if you committed a crime. Abby’s smile dropped. Perhaps she made you uncomfortable? She hoped not.

In reality you just didn't know what to say. You were never good with emotions, with flirting, so it was a miracle your name was called. Besides you already broke rules cuddling up with Ellie, it would be better to stay away from Abby’s advances. Right? She would give up, right?

You didn't avoid Abby for very long, she was in your next period. You stood beside your boss, Professor Servopoulus. Or to you, simply Tess. She insisted that you don't use formalities, because it made her feel “older than she was.” Today was an easier day, you would help Tess with lesson plans and grade some papers while she lectured on matter and energy. There was a mix of types of students in your classes. Some medical majors like Abby with physics as a prerequisite and some Astronomy majors like Ellie where physics was a necessity. There were always some like Owen who was in engineering and a few other students that seemed too simply just be there.

 You sat at Tess’s desk while she lectured, she hated lectures she preferred lab days but sometimes traditional learning was in the lesson plan. You noticed some students nodding off an hour in. Of fucking course one of them was Ellie. Tess gave you a look and gestured for you to wake her up. You stood up and walked up the lecture hall, all the way in the back where Ellie was napping. Eyes watched you, everyone was quiet holding in laughter at Ellie’s display. You kneeled facing her, 

“Williams, wake up.” You whispered.

No reaction, the closer you got the more you noticed some drool at the corner of her lips and the faint sound of snoring created giggles in the audience.

You almost smiled yourself at the noise. Ellie was in deep REM stage sleep. You tried again,

“Ellie. Wake up!” Now you were really smiling. She didn't move.

Finally you reached out and shook her gently, “Ellie wake up oh my god.”

Ellie jumped; she seemed to have forgotten where she was because she mumbled, “Babe, five more minutes.” before putting her head down again. You blushed, leave it to Ellie to break professional relationships in front of an entire class. Luckily no one seemed to hear and if they did they laughed it off. “Ellie Williams!” You nudged her, she opened her eyes and looked around finally grasping her surroundings, turned beet red and sat up. Everyone was staring at her.

“My bad Professor Servopoulus! Sorry Y/n!” You simply nodded at her; you were totally gonna bully her about this during your next smoke session. You woke up the other students and returned to the desk. The entire time one set of eyes was watching you, observing intently. 

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Abby Anderson was a people watcher, and no, it wasn't creepy. She was simply interested in the ways people interact, the way different mannerisms appear in relationships, but most importantly she was interested in you.

You, her pretty teacher’s aide who was shorter than her even in those platform mary janes with buckles on them you wore everyday, you whose hands were soft and manicured when they brushed with hers handing out supplies for labs, you who smelt of Coffee beans and clean shampoo, you who was gentle and understanding when helping struggling students, you who seemed to have it all together, you who she could look at for ages just watching your little quirks and focused expressions.

But it was clear that she wasn't the only one who had her eye on you. Ellie Williams seemed to gravitate towards you, asking you an abundance of questions during labs, looked at you with bright green eyes as if you created the sun itself and seemed to be just as enamored with you as Abby was.

 It isn't everyday that you would see a teacher's aide that beautiful and around her age. She was sure you were an upperclassman no older than 22, who simply had a love for physics. That was something she would never understand. As a Medical student, she was only in physics because she had to be but you being there made it a lot easier. You were very helpful and a good communicator, having you was a blessing to everyone who wasn't as great with physics.

By the time the lecture came to an end, she tried to make eye contact with you and wave goodbye but you avoided looking at her, instead chatting it up with Ellie who stopped to ask you some “questions” as you were leaving.

The smile quickly dropped from her face as she watched the two of you. Your interactions seemed so natural. There had to be something going on, and she was going to figure it out.

Notes; pt 2?

[david-brown07]

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[doctordeathawaits]

Hey, any safe transitioning tips for permastoned people? I tried to transition multiple times, but every time I had a financial difficulty, I would end up with severe cannabis withdrawal symptoms and I'm wondering if there are any tips to avoid this or if there's any ways to achieve the same feelings without having to smoke to the point this happens?

Hello ! I have just now posted tips on trans stoners and permastoned < 3 Although here are some tips for you personally < 3

Trying other alternatives - things like edibles or something infused , inhalers or nasal sprays :)

Smoking rose petals have been quite popular recently - they are said to give small highs , and have been used by a lot of people when trying to smoothen withdrawal symptoms or trying cheaper / healthier smoking alternatives < 3

Herbal vapes are also a good alternative !

Happy transitioning and hoping you the best !

[voidstilesplease]

yearn

word count: >800 words | tags: Mob Boss!Theo (but vague), Powerful!Stiles, this is in the same verse and directly after this eros x thanatos ficlet.

Hi! I'm back with a little steo :))) Been a while.

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“Congratulations, Eros.” Gerard’s voice drawls as soon as the call goes through. “You have once again evaded me and disposed of some of my best men while at it.”

Theo’s fists clench, his jaws flexing, and his nose flaring. “Touch him again, and you will find your throat torn open by the vengeful end of my claws, you old bastard.”

“Oh, is that contempt I hear?” taunts Gerard. The malicious grin he must be sporting is clear in Theo’s head. It makes his blood boil. “But nothing ever fazed you before. Here I thought your heart was made of stone.”

“And yours will be made of bloody ribbons.”

Gerard chuckles, “My, my. What an improvement this is. You don’t usually make direct threats to me.” 

Theo could hear him lighting up a smoke on the other side, inhaling, and blowing. His claws dig in his palm, and he wants nothing more than to smash Gerard’s face and mark him with the epithet Stiles gave Theo with his own filthy blood.

“All this rage for a stripper, Theodore? It seems I have succeeded in finding your weakness.”

Theo sharply looks up, flashing his cold blue eyes and snarling when the door opens. He explicitly instructed Josh not to disturb him while he was seething in rage inside his office. But the sound immediately dies in his throat when it’s not Josh who enters, but Stiles, pale as ever and reeking of dried blood. His clothes and hands are covered in it as well.

Stiles smiles at the sight of Theo, closing the door and crossing the distance to Theo’s large mahogany desk, walking around it to stand right in front of him.

Lowly, Theo growls, eyes on Stiles the entire time. “You have succeeded in nothing but expediting your own demise.”

Gerard laughs, clicking his tongue, but Theo couldn’t care less now that Stiles is back home to him. He couldn’t care less – not when Stiles sinks to his knees and lays his head on Theo’s lap. His fingers run through Stiles’ sweat and blood-matted hair, curling gently at the tips. Slowly, Stiles turns his head to look directly at Theo.

“You foolish dog,” Gerard jeers. “Of all the monsters in the world, you chose to love a fragile human. Do you see how easy this will be now?”

Stiles blinks at him and smiles again while Theo wipes the little bloodstain on his cheek. He inhales, smelling one, two, three, four different types of blood on him – and four varied lingering scents of fear clinging to Stiles’ skin. Theo knows he must have enjoyed this one from the proud look on Stiles’ face.

“Did you ever wonder if they begged for their lives?” Theo asks, pressing the phone close to his lips, answering Gerard’s taunt with one of his own. “The countless poor men you sacrificed because you were too coward to seek me out yourself?”

There’s a short pause, then a hiss. “You best believe I am coming for you, dog. It’s going to be my wolfsbane bullet that kills you.”

“They couldn’t,” Theo continues, ignoring the threat. Theo has received numerous threats from endless lines of enemies – it’s nothing novel now. He has worse enemies than Gerard, who is but a petulant old bastard who can’t accept that humans aren’t the only creatures crawling on God’s green earth. But giving credit where it’s due, Gerard has been the first to touch Stiles. Everyone turns their nose up on Stiles, hired in his club to entertain his guests – friends and enemy spies alike. Rumor has it Theo offers his human bitch to his business partners, letting them fuck him on top of a table in the VIP booth alongside lines of wolfsbane and coke, surrounded by the smoke of cannabis. Of course, Theo would sooner claw his eyes out than give Stiles to anyone that way. 

“They couldn’t because their tongues had already retreated down their throat in fear. They had no idea what was coming for them.”

Stiles quietly giggled, rubbing his cheek on Theo’s palm.

Gerard snaps in outrage, “Yes, they did. They all deserved to die dirtied by the brand of a psychotic monster for their incompetence in putting one werewolf down. I buried my men without washing the name Eros on their skin to remind me of the disgrace they brought to me and the ever-growing spite that keeps me eager to end you.”

He looks into Stiles’ eyes, and an understanding passes between them without words. Stiles’ eyes glaze in excitement. “Pity. Who’s going to bury you, Gerard? Because you’re next. You’re next.”

Theo hangs up and crushes the phone into debris with his hand.

Stiles nods, grins, kisses the open palm of Theo’s other hand, and buries his head on his lap again.

Gerard will be disappointed to know that Theo has no weakness – he only has Stiles, his little angel of death.

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steo a-z: part 25

[specialinterestshows]

The two of you get closer in this latest installation of Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 5/?): Stoner? I Hardly Know ‘er!

After being cleaned up with some soap and a rinse, your new bong is filled with water and at the ready - you just needed to pack a bowl. Walking over to the couch, you see Rhea sprawled out across the entire thing, vest on the ground, brow furrowed in thought, phone face down on her stomach.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” you ask, feigning offense.

“Sounds like a “you” problem,” she quips back.

“Then I guess I’m going to go pack and smoke this bowl aaaall by myself in my bedroom,” you pretend to head to your room, looking over your shoulder. Rhea sticks her tongue out at you before sitting up and setting her feet on the ground, freeing up the space next to her. Triumphantly grinning, you set up your supplies and sit down to pack a bowl.

Placing the flower, grinding it up, packing it in: the movements were second nature to you, a welcome task for hands you might not otherwise know what to do with. Once you’ve finished, you take a second to look at the piece as a whole, still struck by just how clean and new and pretty it was. Carefully eyeballing the volume, you’re sure this can hold more smoke than your last piece. Lighting the bowl, you inhale more slowly than usual, pulling the bowl and clearing up the thin smoke.

Turning to face Rhea, you see she’s ready, but before you can lean forward, her lips are pressed against yours. Blushing, you start exhaling as she inhales. Moving to pull away once you’ve expelled all your air, a strong, steady hand holds you in place. To your surprise and delight, Rhea slides the tip of her tongue past your lips, sending waves of electricity through your body. She gives your lower lip a bite, making you moan softly as she keeps kissing you hard. Time has stopped, the earth has fallen away, and the only people in existence are the two of you; at least, that’s what it feels like with her lips against yours.

A sensation like every atom in your being reaching to move with her takes you over as she pulls away. Opening your eyes, you see Rhea grinning at you, lipstick smudged, surrounded by thin smoke, and she starts to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” you somehow manage not to sound flustered, but you’re probably still blushing.

“You should see your face. I sort of.. accidentally did your makeup,” she says between giggles.

You immediately pull out your phone, turn on the camera, and switch to the selfie option. One look at the lopsided black smudges all over and around your mouth and your laughter harmonizes with Rhea’s.

Bringing a tissue up to your mouth, you do your best to clean off the smudges while looking at yourself in your phone camera.

“What’s the matter?” Rhea joked, “Not liking your new makeover? And after all the hard work I put into it” she shakes her head.

“Guess you’ll just have to try again,” you grin, trying to seem nonchalant as you wipe off the last of the lipstick, despite wanting nothing more than to get lost in another kiss.

“Are you planning on keeping the messy look, then?” you glance at the streaks and smudges still sitting around her lips.

“Actually I was hoping I could borrow some makeup remover so I can go all-in on some good food,” she stands up, stretches, and saunters away, “It’ll help if I decide I want to kiss you more later, too.” Watching her disappear into the bathroom, you can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

A few minutes later, you look up to see Rhea exiting the bathroom, face completely without makeup. Her face looked so much softer without the hard lines and sharp contrast; even her eyes seemed kinder.

“Got any sunglasses I can borrow?” she asks, “I’m tired of being recognized and I want to go out to eat.”

“You know, you wouldn’t be recognized so easily if you wore more colors,” you suggest, half-joking.

“Not even an option,” Rhea responds stubbornly, arms crossed.

Getting up to rifle through your accessories, you grin and notice the small tug at your lips hurts your cheeks. Had you really been smiling that much?

As soon as you find a pair of sunglasses and hand them to Rhea, she asks, “So, where do we go to get some good food around here?”

[end part five of ?]

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723670163896041472/absolute-smokeshow-part-6-expectations

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Chapter 8 Part 3: Metus Obscuritatis (Fear of the Dark)

Triggers: mentions of masturbation, torture, violence, drug use

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

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The smell of lemongras and pine filled his lungs and the air surrounding him in which he was swimming, head tilted back and resting on the headrest of the backseat of the open air jeep he had chosen this time. The half smoked joint, his second, was loosely hanging from his lips as he lazily pumped his cock in his fist, dragging his hand up and down applying and releasing pressure to feel every vein and ridge while trying to maintain a rythm, his focus fading from time to time.

Lieutenant Donald ‘Donny’ Floyd, formerly from HeadHunters, exhaled the smoke up in the air, fascinated by the figures the volutes were forming in the early hours of dawn. This was his small pleasure, one he partaked in every day unless he was swamped with work and duties. But training a small group of idiots while waiting for his CO to decide the next step was not a hard job. In fact, it was a walk in the park, the best thing that had happened in the last months since they had been disbanded and prosecuted.

He closed his eyes while inhaling deeply, taking a puff of the joint. And then a knee crushed his hand and his cock in it while a hand slapped over his mouth, suffocating his pained scream as his eyes opened wide, terrified at the sight of a skull right in front of him, so close his nose could almost touch it. Another hand grabbed the joint that had fallen from his lips, and then, he heard it, a whisper in the shell of his ear, the kiss of a sharp blade on his throat.

He heard her.

‘‘Hello, Donny’’

The fucking bitch.

Floyd tried to mumble something, the sharp pain in his groin making him try and move away, but the absolute behemoth in front of him just allowed more of his weight on his knee, and all breath was taken from him sharply.

‘‘Donny, Donny, Donny…’’ Her voice, bitter as a snake’s venom, purring in his ear. ‘‘Do you remember what I told you the last time I saw you?’’

He nodded, terrified, and her gloved hand stopped pressing so hard on his lips to allow him to speak, perched behind him on the back of the open air jeep, keeping the man between her legs and her knife still threatening his neck.

‘‘That if you ever caught me alone you would strangle me’’

‘‘Well, would you look at that’’ She was still behind him, but he knew her voice very well. ‘‘I caught you’’

Donald Floyd, if I ever manage to catch you alone I swear to God I’ll wring your fucking neck until your bloody eyes pop out of your sockets

He had believed her. She never made empty promises.

‘‘There’s… no need to… get all worked up, Vega…’’ Floyd gulped down, feeling the knife on his throat, his eyes unable to leave the goddamned skull in front of him and the angry dark void beneath it. ‘‘I am sure we… could come to an agreement…?’’

‘‘Shove that pitiful twig inside your pants, you fucking pervert’’ Riot growled in his ear, slamming her hand over his mouth again. Ghost barely lifted his knee to allow the officer to compose himself and fix his trousers, and switched his comm on.

‘‘Bravo 0 7 to Base’’

‘‘Base here. Is Wolf 7 with you?’’ Captain Price’s voice sounded gruff as usual, and even a bit angry. Ghost could only imagine the argument he must had had with Laswell back at the UN base in Latvia.

‘‘Affirm. We have the target in custody’’

‘‘Need confirmation of identity’’

Riot pushed Floyd’s shoulders with her knees to make him sit upwards, keeping the knife on his throat but releasing his mouth.

‘‘Speak’’

‘‘Li…lieutenant Donald Floyd, 28190792!’’

‘‘Checks out’’ Laswell intervened in the channel. ‘‘You are awfully hard to find, Floyd’’

‘‘Yeah, well… it would have been easier if I wasn’t a wanted man, you know’’ Donny laughed shakily, trying to regain his thoughts and shake off the effects of the cannabis, but the embodiment of Death in front of him was sobering him up quickly.

‘‘You lot went AWOL, Floyd’’ Laswell continued, her disapproval patent in her voice. ‘‘You were getting away with it without repercusions and you all ran. Who told you to run?’’

‘‘I want a deal! We can help each other!’’ Floyd yelped when Riot’s knife grazed the skin right next to his jugular, not drawing blood yet. Ghost glowered at him and the officer physically recoiled as much as he could, feeling his crotch squashed again by the man in front of him.

‘‘We’ll talk about that’’ The communication was cut for a moment, and when it resumed again, it was Price.

‘‘We have checked with the Belarus government about the approval of PMC’s manoeuvres, and it seems you’re kind of illegally there’’

‘‘What do you want me to say? I go where I’m ordered to! Same as you!’’ Floyd grunted when Ghost’s knee dug deeper into his groin, his voice started to sound desperate but still hushed, terrified of moving too much and cut himself with Riot’s knife. ‘‘I do what Captain Rico tells me, that’s all!’’

‘‘Where’s Rico?’’

‘‘I… I don’t know… I swear it!’’ The officer yelped again when Riot’s knee kneaded painfully into his back, forcing him forward against the blade on his throat. ‘‘He contacts me on my phone when he needs to give me instructions! I was told to make camp here and train some people, that’s all! I don’t know anything!’’

He suddenly screamed when Riot’s hand dove down, the sound muffled instantly by Ghost’s enormous hand on his mouth. She patted him down forcefully until she found two gadgets in his pockets: a smartphone and a voice recorder. Seeing the voice recorder made him start to trash around, and Ghost had to put more weight on him until he stopped, breathless.

‘‘Phone and a voice recorder on him’’ Riot informed through the comm. ‘‘He used to record everything, and I mean everything in this shit and then his phone’’

‘‘So you’re telling me we don’t need him alive’’ The Captain’s voice even sounded… satisfied. Floyd’s eyes widened and he started shaking his head left to right frantically, still staring at Ghost’s skull mask and his unwavering dark gaze. ‘‘Belarus has sent a Sukhoi SU-25, I advise you to get out. Thanks for the coordinates, Wolf 7’’

Ghost rose his eyes briefly to look at her. Her third solution. She shrugged, her blue eyes cold as ice and the grip on her knife so stiff that for sure her knuckles had to be white beneath her glove.

‘‘Pinpointed the coordinates and sent them as soon as we got it on sight’’

‘‘You’re hell-bent on blowing up the bloody mountain, aren’t you?’’

‘‘They blew me up’’ Riot growled over Floyd, her grip tightening and her eyes flashing with anger.

‘‘… wasn’t me!’’ Floyd grabbed Ghost’s forearm trying to free his mouth from the deadly grip, and only managed to brush his lips briefly to one side, enough to blurt out. ‘‘I didn’t give the order!’’

Slowly, she lowered her head until her covered mouth was close to the shell of his ear.

‘‘Impending impact’’ Riot hissed, loud enough for the comm to catch it. ‘‘You were overwatch. It was your voice. I remember everything’’

‘‘You have about ten minutes to clear out of there before the Sukhoi strikes, you’re inside the impact area’’ Price warned, with a bit of urgency.‘‘Get outta there’’

‘‘Copy’’ Ghost turned slightly to check the glove compartment of the jeep searching for the keys, his knee kneading painfully into Floyd’s groin and making him whine under Riot’s hand.

‘‘Bring Floyd back for interrogation’’ Laswell got in the conversation again after a brief pause, no doubt arguing with Price behind the scene. ‘‘Keep the channel open, we’re sending the bird to exfil’’

Ghost turned slightly to look at Riot, the found keys in hand, to find her furious eyes distant, trying to control her emotions.

‘‘Roger’’ He answered gruffly, then grabbed forcefully Floyd’s arm to pull him forward. ‘‘Zip tie’’

Riot obeyed wordlessly, yanking the officer’s hands back to tie them together, and then pushed him down on the backseat to sit on him, keeping her knife on his nape.

‘‘You drive’’ She huffed, looking at Ghost, her eyes unreadable and checking their rugged tablet briefly. ‘‘West’’

‘‘Seven minutes’’

Ghost got into the driver’s seat properly and turned the key in the ignition, feeling the engine starting to rumble. Floyd squealed pathetically when the jeep suddenly sped up and swerved into the trees, unable to see anything with his head buried in the seat and the constant threat of Riot’s knife kissing the skin of his nape.

For her part, she grabbed the side of the jeep with her free hand, her rage giving her strength to hold on while she kept the rugged tablet between her knees, because God knew that Ghost was driving like a fucking lunatic to get out of the impact zone in time.

‘‘Five minutes’’

‘‘Southwest now!’’ Riot shouted, grunting when Floyd stirred below her, so she kicked him on the side with the heel of her combat boot. ‘‘Keep still, puto cabrón!’’ (goddamned arsehole)

Ghost steered the jeep to correct their way, swerving trees and rocks, his foot almost flat on the gas pedal, his eyes focused on the front.

‘‘Two minutes’’ Price’s voice sounded urgent now, still with the gruff tone. ‘‘Come on muppets, the Sukhoi is closing in’’

Riot lunged forward, now kneeling on Floyd’s body and ignoring his suffocated grunt while she pushed his head to the backseat using her boot, and her right arm wrapped around Ghost’s shoulders and chest in an awkward half hug, gripping his plate carrier and her helmet clashing with his. Ghost kept his right hand on the steering wheel and his left one grabbed her forearm and elbow tightly, maybe too tight.

Shit, shit, shit.

‘‘One minute’’

There was a thundering sound that lasted only for some seconds when a fighter jet flew over the trees, in the opposite direction.

‘‘Impending impact, get the FUCK OUTTA THERE’’

They saw the light first, on the rear-view mirror. Ghost tried to ignore it while still trying to swerve, pushing his boot flat on the pedal but the vehicle couldn’t go faster. Riot stared at the light with horrified fascination, and then, they heard it.

Her blood froze with the sound of the blast, and her hand tightened grasping Ghost’s shoulder pad. She even forgot how to breathe. In her mind, she was seeing debris and blocks of stone falling on her, and the screams in her ears coming from her squadmates.

The shock wave caught up with them, sending the jeep rolling over, and then, everything went dark.